Chapter 1
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A six chapter series. In Chapter 1, seven year old Nikki learns to play naughty games with the boys next door...
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**MOVING NEXT DOOR**
We moved into a new house when I was seven years old, a few weeks before I started the 2nd grade. Prior to that, there's not much to tell, other than my mom put me in daycare from almost the day I was born, so she could get back to her career.
For a long time, like until I was almost a teenager, I thought she was a lawyer; but she wasn't, she worked for a lawyer. My dad was in sales and traveled a lot, which was okay because he and mom didn't get along all that well when he was home. But when Daddy was home, he treated me like his little princess. Mom didn't treat me badly, but she wasn't exactly the warm nurturing type. I liked Daddy way more than I liked Mommy. Unfortunately I was around Mommy a whole lot more than I was with Daddy. That didn't change when we moved into our new house, but other things changed, and changed a lot.
Next door lived Mr. Jack and his two sons, Jason who was four years older than me and Billy, who was a year older. The four years difference is a lot between seven year olds and eleven year olds, not to mention that Jason was a boy and I was a girl.
But with Billy, there wasn't much age difference at all, and despite the different genders, Billy and I became buddies. For one thing, there weren't any other kids in the immediate neighborhood that were our age to play with, no boys and no girls. For another, we wound up in the same second grade classroom, as he was held back in first grade due to his immaturity; not that I ever thought him as immature, he was just my friend, and soon to be my best friend.
As to where Mrs. Jack was, no one said. I asked my mom about it and she said that it was none of our business and not to ever ask. I took that bit of parental guidance to heart, never asked and was never told.
At first I was still shipped off to daycare after school every day. Then Mr. Jack asked my mom, rather than sending me to daycare after school, if I couldn't come over and play with Billy after school. Mr. Jack had his own real estate management company and could be home in the afternoon to look after us. Mom thought it was a splendid idea, mainly I suppose because it didn't cost her anything and she no longer had to worry about the penalties for not picking me up before 6 PM.
**EXPOSED**
So every afternoon when school was out, Billy and I would wait for his brother, Jason, to walk us home which was only a few blocks away. Mr. Jack was usually there when we got there, or he was soon thereafter. On rainy afternoons, he'd pick us all up at the school and take us to their house, or maybe take us all out for an afterschool treat. Like with my daddy, I adored Billy's daddy, he was very friendly and treated me like one of his own.
After school and once we were safely at Billy's house, Jason would go off with his buddies while Billy and I would play in the backyard or down in the basement until my mom got home. We had a blast playing together, even though we always played whatever game Billy wanted to play, like throwing and catching a softball, kicking around a soccer ball, Nerf-gun fights, and water pistol fights. That was all harmless fun, even though my dolls were being ignored, but boys will be boys and Billy had a naughty streak.
It didn't take long for me to know that Billy liked shoving his hand down the front of his pants and playing with himself, only I wasn't sure what he was doing. It was really just an unconscious habit on his part, as he did it sometimes at school and was scolded whenever caught, but at home and around me, he just did it without thinking about it. I didn't think too much about it either, it was just what he did.
Billy's older brother, Jason, was naughty too. Seems that like most big brothers, Jason picked on his little brother sometimes. Not when Mr. Jack was around and nothing mean or anything, just messing with him. One of the things Jason did when he felt he wouldn't get caught, was to yank down Billy's pants, underwear and all, sometimes stripping him bear and running off with his clothes. This was all while I was there. I quickly gained firsthand knowledge that boys and girls were different "down there", as well as what it was that Billy was always playing with.
I asked my mom about it, without going into any of the details, and she told me that boys had a penis and girls didn't. Okay, I had already figured that out, but other than a name for his thingie, I learned very little from Mom.
The yanking down of the pants happened more than just a few times, as Jason sometimes hung around longer and Mr. Jack was sometimes late getting home. Billy would struggle mightily with his big brother to keep his pants on, but never actually got mad at his brother for doing that. Besides, usually he didn't lose his pants altogether, just down to the knees, but sometimes he was left totally naked. I thought it was pretty funny and so did Billy and Jason. I also knew it was very naughty, but I never said anything to anyone about it, and thereby became a trusted friend.
As time went on, Billy became increasingly brazen after losing his pants, to the point that he sometimes just went without them, or anything else, while we played. I was okay with that, as I liked seeing him naked. Occasionally he'd strike back at Jason and get his pants down, but Jason was much bigger and could easily overpower his younger brother.
Of course one day Mr. Jack caught Billy naked and took him aside for a talk. I was expecting him to get a spanking, but after a few minutes, Billy was back playing with his clothes on as if nothing happened.
It was inevitable that I would one day be included in this game.
It was spring, just before school let out for the summer and we were in Billy's backyard when he yanked down my shorts. I squealed and got my shorts back over my ass and tried to retaliate in kind. Billy didn't put up much of a fight and as I tugged on his shorts, he just wiggled out of them. Then it was my turn. This time he treated me like Jason would treat him and off came my shorts and panties. It was rather embarrassing to be outside in nothing but a t-shirt, but that was more than Billy had on. I tried to run away from him and I did stay away for some time, but he eventually caught me and stripped my shirt off too.
We were both naked, all sweaty and covered with grass clippings. I gathered up my clothes and began to put them back on, but Billy said, "No, wait! I want to look at you."
"Your dad will be home soon," I replied reasonably.
"Jason said he said that he's gonna be late today."
"Oh, okay," I replied as if that was reason enough not to get dressed.
He was looking at me rather funny and then blurted out, "You don't have a dick!"
"What's a dick?" I asked.
He shook his dick at me and replied, "This is a dick!"
"No, it's a penis," I rejoined even though I doubt that I said penis and not something more like "peenie", as up to that point I had no occasion to use the word "penis" in any conversations I had.
"No, it's not! It's a dick and you don't have one!"
"I'm a girl. Girls don't have peenies."
"If you say so, but you don't have a dick. How do you pee?"
I'm standing there in my birthday suit, not particularly embarrassed about my nudity in front of Billy. After all, he was my best friend and I'd seen him completely naked any number of times. But I'm certain I didn't know how to answer his question about peeing, and just stood there like a dummy.
"You do pee, don't you?" he asked with a rather peculiar expression.
Suddenly he takes his dick in hand and begins to urinate. It reminded me of that fountain at the zoo with the little boy, and Billy did look a lot like that statue with his somewhat chubby body and short wavy hair, naked and just merrily peeing into the pool of the fountain; except here in Billy's backyard, he was peeing in the grass. And not only peeing, but directing his stream from left to right, and down and back to the left again as he stood grinning at me. I remember asking my daddy about that statue, but he said I should ask my mom about it. Anyway, I did know what peeing was and after his boyish exhibition, I squatted and let loose. I don't know what Billy thought about that at the time, but I do remember being miffed that boys had all the fun, even when they peed!
Even though I'd seen Billy naked or partially naked any number of times by then, that was the first time I'd been totally naked with him. As you might guess, I got naked with him many, many times after that. Especially when we were wrestling around down in the basement. I usually lost and lost all my clothes. We didn't get naked every day, or even every other day, but often enough while we played. Like other kids our age, we had other interests to explore once the curiosity about the opposite sex was momentarily satisfied.
** SUMMER GAMES**
When the summer break rolled around, my parents and Mr. Jack had the problem common to all working parents with young kids... what to do with the kids while at work? Mom was about to ship me off to daycare once again, but fortunately Mr. Jack had a better solution. He hired a babysitter to stay with us during the weekdays and he and Mom split the costs. I don't know if it was any cheaper than sending three kids to daycare all day, but for us kids it was a whole lot better.
Our babysitter that summer, like the following summer thereafter, was a college student, home on summer break and grateful for an easy job. All she really had to do was make sure we didn't hurt ourselves, which occasionally happened, take us to swimming lessons or to the pool, and feed us sometime around noon. Other than that, she mostly caught some rays at the nearby city pool while we swam, or if at home, stayed within earshot, curled up on the living room sofa reading a book on her Kindle or playing on her laptop or chatting with friends on the phone. Sometimes her girlfriends would come over and keep her company, but we weren't supposed to say anything about that. It was actually quite difficult to get her off Mr. Jack's sofa once she'd settled in. Meanwhile, Jason was free to go see his buddies, so long as he checked in every so often, and Billy and me, we were free to entertain ourselves.
It was mid-June when Billy did something that surprised me. We had come home from our swimming lessons and we were down in the basement playing a video game. I was never too good at those games and Billy always beat the socks off of me. His brother never showed him any mercy when it came to video games and Billy treated me in kind. It's not really much fun to lose every time you touched a controller, but if Billy was in the mood to play, there was no diverting his attention away from it, so I played and got creamed game after game after game.
After beating me badly, he stood up, beat his bare chest, as he looked around the room (during the summer I never saw him or Jason wearing a shirt of any kind or any shoes). Then as if I wasn't there, Billy pushed his shorts down (he also seldom wore underwear in the summer). That in and of itself was not an unusual thing for him to do, except this time he played with his dick and made it hard (another amazing feat boys can do) and began rapidly jerking his hand over it. He had this far away look in his eyes as he whipped it.
Meanwhile I just sat on the floor watching him, wondering, 'What in heck is he doing?'
He squeezed his eyes shut and grunted as his entire body shook. Then he suddenly stopped and just stood there in a daze for minute or so, while his dick bobbed around all on its own for a moment, then drooped. Finally he turned to me and exclaimed, "That was a good one," pulled up his shorts and was ready to play another game.
I just thought he was acting weird, like he did some times. Later that afternoon, he did it again.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he flayed away at his prick.
"Beating off," he replied.
"Beating who?"
"Beating off. It really feels great when you do this. Jason showed me how to do this."
Then he added, "Too bad you don't have a dick, Nikki, or you could do it too."
His comment was just another reminder that boys had all the fun. But I did kind of know what he was talking about. When I was really little, I guess I rubbed "down there" sometimes and my mom made me quit, telling me that I shouldn't do that. She never explained why I shouldn't do that. Later when I was home, alone in the bathtub, I rubbed "down there" and it really felt nice. Naturally I liked the feeling and from then on I did it quite often, usually at night when I was in bed.
After Billy's initial masturbatory exhibition I didn't right away show Billy that I could make myself feel good too, even without a dick. But, after a week of watching him jack off twice or more every day and listening to him crow about it, I finally showed him that I could do something similar to what he was doing. He watched me and just shrugged when I was finished. I don't think he believed me that I felt good too, even without a dick.
**DOCTOR, DOCTOR!**
My eighth birthday was early in July. Mom had a party for me that weekend and invited a bunch of kids from school. In addition to my old classmates and their parents, Mom invited some people from her office, as did Daddy. There were more adults there than us kids, but it was fun and I got loads of presents. One gift in particular was memorable, a toy "Doctor's Kit", with a plastic stethoscope, a little mirror thing to wear on my head, a play thermometer, some bandages and tongue depressors. Naturally I brought my new toy with me when I went to Billy's on Monday morning.
It was raining that morning. The babysitter called and said she was running late. Mr. Jack told us that she'd be there shortly and left for his office. The babysitter never showed up that day, as she got into a car wreck, was taken to hospital and her car was towed away. She wasn't hurt badly, just banged up a little, but her cell phone was in her car and she didn't know how to get in touch with Mr. Jack until later that evening. All we knew at the time was that the babysitter wasn't there, and as the morning went on, it was clear that she wasn't coming.
So Billy and I were looking at my new Doctor's kit when Jason suggested that we play doctor. So, it's my Doctor's kit, so I should get to play the part of the doctor, right? That's not how Jason saw it. He was going to be the doctor and Billy and I were going to be his patients. We had a waiting room, the basement sofa and an examination table, the big double ottoman.
Dr. Jason's first patient was Billy who he told to get undressed. Zip, he was out of his shorts and lay nude upon the ottoman for examination. I knew then that this was going to fun! It was at this point that Jason decided I could play the part of the nurse and assist him. While Jason checked him over with the stethoscope and checked out his eyes, ears and throat, it was my job to examine his lower extremities, his feet, toes, legs and upward. I'd seen it plenty, but had never played with his dick before, and I found the feel of it fascinating. Even more fascinating was that I could make it get hard in my hand and then let it go soft, only to make it hard again and again. I was also enthralled with the feel of his little bag of nuts. Billy, being a good patient, let me examine him to my heart's content.
I was so engrossed with playing with Billy's privates that I lost track of what Jason was doing. It wouldn't be until the next day that found out that he had videotaped me playing with Billy's dick and balls. I also found out that sometime in the future that he planned to blackmail me with it. He never did blackmail me with it to get me to do things, but that tape would surface at a much later time.
Eventually, it was time for Dr. Jason to see his next patient. "Hello, Nikki! How are you feeling today?" he began.
"I'm fine, Dr. Jason, but my tummy hurts." I was really playing the part!
"Well, then I need to examine you. Please take off all of your clothes and take a seat on the examination table."
Okay, he'd already seen me a few times when I was playing with Billy, so what the heck? I disrobed and took a seat.
"Dr. Billy is going to assist me today," he said pointing to his still naked brother. I'd been completely undressed in a doctor's office several times before, but I never seen a naked doctor before. But, what the heck, we were just pretending.
Dr. Jason started out with the usual listening to the chest from the front and back, then checked out my eyes, nose and throat.
"You seem to be okay up here," the doctor declared. "Now lie back and we'll see if we can't find the problem." I lay back onto the ottoman and he began pushing and tapping on my tummy.
"Hmmm," he said, "I need to do some tests. Please rollover."
I rolled onto my tummy. Immediately he spread apart my ass cheeks.
"Come look at this, Dr. Billy," he said.
I really wasn't expecting this and I felt the heat in my face. After an airy moment or two, I felt a finger slide over my butthole. For what seemed like a long time, they played with my ass, just stroking it, but then I felt pressure and before I knew it I had a finger up my anus. Ewwwww, this was really naughty and dirty, but I let them do their examination. The finger wiggled around inside me and then withdrew, only to have another, somewhat smaller finger push up inside me. This too was videotaped without my knowledge.
They finished that part of the examination and had me roll over onto my back again. This time they wanted to examine my kitty, but I hadn't even learned that slang word yet, just "down there". Dr. Jason told me to spread my legs apart, so that they could see better. I did and they both looked and took tentative feels. Before long Jason got in real close and spread my pussy open.
"Come see this, Billy," he said falling out of character. He let Billy get in for a close look.
"Wow! There's hole!" Billy exclaimed.
"I think we see what the problem is, Nikki," Jason said resuming character.
"There, does that hurt?" he asked as he poked a finger into my pinkness.
"No," I giggled.
"Does this?"
"No."
"How about this?"
I felt his finger slide inside me. It really felt kind of good, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Suddenly, there was sharp pain and I jerked up and cried out. Jason immediately removed his finger and was genuinely concerned that he'd somehow hurt me.
"Uh, oh," he said looking at his finger. I didn't see anything as he had turned away quickly and sent Billy running for some toilet paper.
"You'd better lie back again," he told me.
I did and with Billy back with a wad of toilet tissue, Jason shoved it between my legs and held it there. After a minute or so, he began dabbing it, then called Dr. Billy over for a whispered talk. Billy, with a concerned look, listened to what his brother was saying, then came around and placed his hands over my eyes, while Jason continued to dab.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing," replied Dr. Jason, but not very convincingly. "There's just a little blood."
"Blood!" I shrieked bolting upright to see for myself what was the matter.
Sure enough there was some blood on the wad of toilet tissue, but I couldn't see any injury. That pretty well ended my examination, even though I didn't feel any more pain. It was just a sharp jab and then it was over. If I hadn't seen the blood on the toilet tissue, I'd thought it was just all pretend.
With the bloody toilet tissue flushed down the toilet and all evidence that anything ever happened gone, I calmed down enough to continue the game. But as far as playing the part of the patient, for the time being I was done.
Jason then volunteered to be examined. Down went his shorts and now all three of us were naked. After he handed Billy all of the doctor stuff, he flopped down on the ottoman and told Dr. Billy that he had a tummy ache.
Billy, holding all my toys in his hand, held them out to me. "You be the doctor," he told me.
Wow, this was something new! I donned the headband with the reflector and took up the stethoscope and checked out his eyes, ears and throat, listened to his chest and moving down listened to his tummy and moved down even more, placing the stethoscope on his balls and his dick. Naturally he got hard. First thing I noticed was that he was bigger than Billy, not that that was surprising. I took his pulse using his dick and then took his pulse on his balls.
I was having so much fun just sliding his dick and balls through my fingers when suddenly, a naughty idea popped into my head. I'd seen Billy beating off many times by then, but I'd never seen Jason do it, even though Billy said that his brother beat off even more than he did. Placing my fingers on Jason's prick, just like I'd seen Billy do with his dick, I began to stroke it. Jason's eyes, which were shut just moments before, suddenly opened. I thought he was going to tell me to stop, so I did before he got mad.
"Don't stop, Nikki!" he urged. "Do that again!"
So I did it again and continued to do it. He got this funny look on his face and began pushing his hips up. I kept stroking him, even after he grunted and jerked about a little, stroking him until he cried out, "Stop!" I stopped.
He lay there for a moment or two, just breathing hard like he'd been running around outside. A big smile spread across his face and he urged, "Billy! You gotta let her do that to you. It feels awesome!"
Jason was always stingy with any compliments towards me and naturally I was rather proud of myself. A moment later Billy was in position to be examined by the doctor.
I didn't waste too much time with the preliminaries, going straight for his dick. It was really cool to feel him grow hard between my fingers.
"Do him, Nikki. Do him," Jason urged. So I did him.
Billy's expression was priceless, sort of a look of prolonged surprise. I'd seen him so many times by then, that I knew when he was having those good feelings, and it didn't take long. Just like with Jason, I felt his dick jerking and saw his eyes screw shut. I continued to whip it until he pushed my hand away.
Billy lay still for a minute or so and then declared, "That was the best ever! Do it again, Nikki!"
"No, me first!" Jason interjected just before he roughly pushed his naked younger brother off the ottoman and onto the floor. A melee ensued with Jason easily besting his little brother.
Then Jason lay upon the ottoman again and told me to do it. I did it, only it took a lot longer this time. Afterwards, I did Billy again and that too took a long time. By the time Billy came for the second time, my hand was getting tired.
We took a long break after that, not bothering to get dressed. We helped ourselves to milk and an entire package of cookies. Then we watched some cartoons, Mouseterpiece Theater probably, prerecorded years before on a VCR. Then Jason wanted me to do him again.
I think I then realized that I might now have some power over the two boys that I didn't have before. When it was Billy's turn again, I made him kiss my butt before I masturbated him.
After that day, the boys were always eager to have me give them a hand job, and we did it with the babysitter just upstairs. One of the boys would act as lookout while I did the other. A cry of "Geronimo!" from the top of the stairs sent us scurrying to get our clothes on before the babysitter wandered down to check up on us. I don't think she ever caught on.
I thought I was extracting a heavy price by having the boys kiss my bare butt before I'd do them, but all that did was get me naked and make me vulnerable to whatever else they might want to do to me. And Jason always wanted to mess with me, especially "down there". After our first game of Doctor, I was a little hesitant to allow Jason to play with me "down there", as the memory of the sharp pain and the blood was there. But Jason, being Jason, didn't take "no" for an answer. Not that I ever actually told him "no", I just let him stick his finger up my cunt and braced myself for the pain, except there wasn't any pain, not then and not ever again. Eventually I realized there wasn't going to be any pain, just pleasurable feelings as he moved his finger(s) in and around my pussy. Of course Billy, following his older brother's lead, also toyed with my young twat.
**SKIN ON SKIN**
My favorite day of the week was Friday. Not because it was the end of the school week, which was a factor, but because my daddy always came home on Fridays after a week on the road making sales calls. Like I said before, I loved them both, but I liked Daddy a whole lot more than I liked Mommy.
On Friday nights, Mom always fixed a good meal, something she rarely did when Daddy wasn't home. Then we'd play games, Daddy and me that is, board games like Candyland, games that I could actually win sometimes. Mom wasn't much for games, but she did like to dance. While Mom cleaned up the kitchen, Daddy would play a game with me. Afterwards, we'd all go downstairs. Dad would put on some music and he and Mommy would dance together. Daddy would also dance with me, sometimes carrying me around as he danced with Mommy. His favorite dance music was traditional Greek music, as he and Mom were both of Greek descent. That of course explains my black hair, dark eyes and olive skin.
The one thing Mommy and I had in common, besides good looks, was that we both liked to dance. During the week when Daddy was away, and after we ate supper, we'd go downstairs and Mom would practice belly dancing, a Mediterranean tradition that my dad adored. And she's teach me. She said it was great exercise and it is, just as it's sexy as hell.
"You girls dance for me," my daddy would say after an hour of "Opah!", dancing and ouzo. Mom kept our costumes downstairs in a spare room, we'd change and then come out and entertain Daddy for a hour or so before I was sent to bed.
On Saturday mornings, when the weather was warm and the grass was growing, Daddy would go out and mow the yard. Like Billy, Jason, and even Mr. Jack in the afternoons while working out down in the basement, my daddy liked doing this shirtless. I tried to go shirtless once or twice when I was little and got a spanking for it from my mom. It struck me how unfair it was that boys could go around with no shirt, but girls couldn't. Of course I sometimes went with a lot less than just a shirt when next door, but that's not the point. The point was... you get the point.
Anyway, Daddy would come in from doing the yard, shower and then put on clean shorts and retire downstairs to watch his favorite Saturday morning shows, fishing shows and golf shows, while Mommy went off to do the weekly grocery shopping. I'd come and curl up on Daddy's lap and just snuggle with him while he watched his stupid shows. I loved burying my face in his hairy chest and he never told me not to do it. It never went any further than me running my hands over his chest, but it was heavenly. I'd done that since before I can remember and I suppose it's why I loved running my hands all over Billy, but Daddy never stuck my hand down his shorts like Billy liked to do.
In the afternoon, after Mom put away all the groceries and we had lunch, we'd go somewhere, Daddy and I that is; Mommy sometimes came, sometimes not. He'd take me to the zoo, where we'd spend an hour and a half in one particular section or the other, and then go home, or he'd take me (us) to a movie, or maybe to the big City Park to feed the ducks and just horse around. In the evening, he'd take Mom out for dinner and a night out, leaving me with a babysitter for the evening. I never did understand why I couldn't just go next door and play with Billy, as Mr. Jack didn't mind me being there.
On most Sundays, Daddy went fishing. He had a nice fishing boat that he towed with his Cadillac. Mom hated fishing, so he'd take me sometime, but mostly he took Mr. Jack fishing and left Mom watching out for Billy, Jason and me, something Mom wasn't very keen on. Sometimes they'd take Jason with them, and sometimes they took Billy and me. Mom liked it best when they took Billy and me, as Jason always spent the day with his friends down the street.
I was much better at fishing than Billy was. I suppose because I had more experience or just better luck. But after riding around all morning with Daddy and Mr. Jack while they fished for bass, Daddy would take us out to where the brim fishing was good and let Billy and me have at it, fishing with ultra-light rods and reels, using plastic bobbers and crickets for bait. Sometimes we'd catch a lot, sometimes we didn't. No matter how good or poor the fishing was, we had a blast. Of course Daddy, Mr. Jack and Billy never wore shirts, but I had to. Back home later that afternoon, we'd have a fish fry. Daddy was a master when it came to frying fish.
Daddy played a lot of golf when out on the road, so he didn't play on the weekends when home, at least during the summer months. When it was too cool to go fishing, he sometimes took Mr. Jack out golfing, but golf wasn't Mr. Jack's game, so they didn't go that often.
As you might surmise, Daddy and Mr. Jack were good friends. But there was another element to it. Whenever something went wrong, like a plumbing leak or the garage door stuck, Mr. Jack would come over and fix it for Mom. That, plus the fact that he looked after me nearly every day, I guess Daddy felt he owed Mr. Jack. But, mainly they were friends, fishing buddies and beer buddies.
Maybe I should mention, Mr. Jack worked out in the basement. He had one of those Bow-Flex machines down there and he'd get after it. I loved to sit on the sofa and watch him. I just loved to see his big muscles bulge as he pushed himself into a sweat. I also liked the way he looked with his bare skin glistening, but I hated it when he'd grab me all sweaty. It always made me feel funny "down there" when I watched him too, which I liked a lot.
We were all absolutely forbidden to play with his Bow-Flex machine, but being kids we did it anyway. I could hardly make any on the bows bend, but naturally Billy and Jason were better at it than I was.
In Chapter 2 - 8 year old Nikki plays advanced sex games with Billy and Jason...
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