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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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My name is Tammy, I’m ten years old, and I just wanted everyone to know how mean my older sister, Carol, and her friends were to me the other night. It was Halloween and she did her best to scare the hell out of me because she had been stuck babysitting me. It wasn’t my fault, so I don’t know why she was trying to take it out on me. I just wanted to go down the street to a friends’ party, but she didn’t like that idea and made me go with her and Rick to her friends’ party instead.

It all started about a month ago when I was looking through her closet one afternoon for some clothes to ‘borrow’ while she was out. The weather was getting cold and all I wanted was something warmer that fit me better. But she came home unexpectedly and I pulled the closet door closed to keep from being caught. I figured she’d only be home a sec like normal, but I knew I was going to get caught when I saw that she had Rick, her newest boyfriend with her. I pushed to the rear of the closet behind the mound of clothes she had on hangers.

Carol was sixteen and as Mom had put it, was getting rather loose. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew it had to do with something about her having a new boyfriend every week. This guy was one of the worst. He had gone out with her off and on for several months, and would seize upon every opportunity to tease or berate me as a ‘squirt’. He was always telling me how I would never grow boobs, and even taunted me to pull my pants down on more than one occasion to prove I was a girl. I never did, but he scared me into thinking he was going to force me twice. Carol would even join in and laugh at my embarrassment. She even went as far as to hold my arms a couple of weeks ago and told Rick to pants me. I was successful in kicking him away though.

After fearing about being caught in her closet for several minutes, I finally got up the courage to peak out of the slats in the door to see what was taking her so long to leave. When I saw them sitting on the edge of the bed making out, I knew I could be here for a while. Mom wasn’t due home from work for a few more hours and that meant I was at her mercy waiting for her to leave on her own. I felt pretty safe as long as I stayed quiet, because with all the clothes she had squeezed in her closet, I could easily hide behind them even if she wanted to change.

I didn’t understand her fascination for wanting to kiss boys so much, but I knew enough about feeling my own body to know why she liked the other stuff. During the summer, I got felt up for the first time by two boys in their garage. They saw my bike had a flat tire and were nice enough to fix it for me, but then demanded payment afterwards. Even though I didn’t have the slightest beginnings of growth yet, they wanted to feel my chest under my shirt, so I let them. They even rubbed my crotch a little through my shorts. I had no idea what they were feeling for really, but it sure felt good just going through the motions.

As I peeked at my sister, I saw her letting Rick pull her shirt over her head. The look in her eye as her boobs fell free was wild. She seemed so excited, but like she didn’t really want Rick to know just how much. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but then I remembered that she had once told me that when she wanted to let a boy know she wanted to get ‘together’, that she would go braless to get his attention. Then I realized that if that was what she wanted, that I might be here for quite a while. I thought, ‘what the hell, I’ll get a quick peek at what all this sex stuff was about’.

I watched as Rick felt her boobs and tweaked her nipples, all the time kissing without taking a break. Carol didn’t have the biggest boobs I had seen, but they were really the only ones I had seen close up. Once during the summer she caught me staring at them as she changed her clothes and got mad. She pushed me to the floor, straddled me, and rubbed them across my face. She asked me if I got a good enough look from that before letting me up. Actually, I thought the feel of them as she slapped them across my face was pretty neat. They felt so warm and soft. I figured that Rick was enjoying himself immensely now that he had them to play with all to himself.

I knew it was weird, but I wanted Rick to go further and get her pants off because I really wanted to see what boys did to girls down there. I think I wanted to see that more than what Rick’s thing looked like. Carol had always told me that boys pricks were ugly and disgusting, so it never thrilled me to think about seeing them. I started to wonder if they would go all the way. I knew that that meant to fuck, but I wasn’t really sure what that was yet. The extent of my knowledge came from the playground and that wasn’t always so true.

Rick was trying to talk Carol into doing something, but I wasn’t sure what. I kept seeing her push his hands away from her crotch and figured I wasn’t going to see much more. Their hands fought with each other for a while, and I watched the movement of my sister’s tits as she fought his hands off. I couldn’t wait to get some of my own so I could feel for myself what it was like to have them bounce around. I noticed her nipples had gotten really hard and were poking out. Finally, she held his hands away and said something that got him to stop trying to get to her zipper. He put a big smile on his face and sat back on the bed. I wondered why he had become so happy and hoped I would find out.

Sure enough, I found out. Carol leaned over and started opening his pants, and pushing them down. I thought she was going to block my view, but she got off the bed and knelt in front of him. It suddenly occurred to me that she was going to do the ‘blowjob’ thing. I got so excited because as a girl growing up, guys are always kidding around asking for blowjobs. I guessed I was about to find out what that meant. Then Carol pulled his underwear and pants to the floor and Rick spread his legs for her. I couldn’t believe the size of his prick as it flashed into view. I had never seen one in real life that was hard. All I had seen were my friends’ baby brothers as he was taking a bath a couple of times.

I studied how she grabbed his prick and watched her rub it up and down. She seemed to be saying things to make him feel like he was the biggest guy ever, but I could tell from her tone that she was manipulating him as she so often did to people. And then I wanted to gag when I saw her lean forward and sucked it into her mouth. I couldn’t believe that girls would do something like that. But she certainly didn’t seem to mind doing it. And Rick’s face made it evident that he loved the feel of it. He even put one hand on the back of her head and pushed more of it into her mouth. I heard her moaning and knew that she liked doing it to him as well.

After she sucked on him for a couple of minutes, she stopped and said something to him about not doing something in her mouth. I wondered what she meant, since she already had his thing in her mouth for so long. I tried to move a little to the side to get a better view and blew it. I slipped on her shoes and bumped the door. Carol flew to the closet and the doors were yanked open. I was busted since I didn’t have time to hide behind the clothes. She was furious with me for spying on her and Rick covered himself, but didn’t move from his place on the bed.

Carol dragged me from the closet floor, held me roughly by my wrist and demanded to know what I was doing spying on her. I told her I had been looking for clothes and hid when I heard her coming, but she didn’t buy that because of the position I was in when she popped the doors open. Rick chimed in that I was just curious and that she should get back to work on him so I could watch. He told her that I would need to know how to give head in the future. But she was more worried that I would tell Mom what she had been doing. I promised her that I wouldn’t say anything, but my track record for keeping my mouth shut wasn’t stellar. Then Rick said, “She wouldn’t dare tell your mom if she was guilty of doing the same thing.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she relaxed her grip on me a little and I could see she was thinking about something.

Rick could see she was thinking whether it would work or not and continued trying to talk her into something I just wasn’t understanding. Then she got an evil look in her eye that I knew meant she was thinking about tormenting her little sister. I got scared and promised her again that I wouldn’t tell Mom. She got very dominating and said, “I know you won’t, because if you tell Mom, I’ll tell everyone you know that you’re a little cocksucker. I snottily shot back that I wasn’t and she said that I soon would be. I looked toward Rick for help, but it was plain to see that he agreed with her.

Carol spun me around and held me with her arms wrapped around my chest. She walked me over to where she had been in front of Rick and started to force me down onto my knees. Rick leaned back on his hands and I got my first close up look at a boys prick. It looked so oddly seductive to me, but at the same time, rather repulsive when I thought about what Carol had been doing to it. And his balls were so hairy and somewhat ugly that I didn’t care at all for what my sister was doing to me. I had caught on that she wanted me to do the same thing she had been doing so that I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone.

Rick told me to, “Take a taste of it, and you’ll never want to stop.” Carol said, “You heard him. You wanted to watch me give a blowjob, well, now it’s your turn. Suck it!” I strained against her pushing me towards his crotch as hard as I could, but she was twice my size. I could feel her boobs squishing against my back and felt so nasty being in this position. I finally tried to bargain my way out of having to do this, but she was fixed on getting me to put his prick in my mouth. I didn’t want to become that dreaded ‘cocksucker’ that kids always teased each other about. But Rick started helping her win. As she held my body, he pulled my head forward until it touched my lips. They were both telling me to do it, because they weren’t going to let me go until I did. I opened my mouth to say I was going to tell Mom, but that was a bad idea, because Rick immediately pulled me forward onto his cock. I kicked and screamed, and got so mad that they had turned me into the dreaded ‘cocksucker’ that I had fought against becoming.

I mumbled that I had done it and that they could let me go, but Carol said I wasn’t going to be let go until I did it on my own. Rick let go of my head and I pulled off his prick. Carol still held my body in place and they just waited. I tried to talk several times but Carol kept telling me to ‘just do it’. After a while, I figured that I wasn’t going to get out of here until I did it, so I leaned back down and took it back into my mouth. When Carol saw I was holding still, she told me to start working it up and down with my mouth. I did as I was told to get it over with, and at some point decided that this wasn’t nearly as bad as what I had been led to believe.

When I got to the point of earnestly sucking on him, Carol let go of me, but only after telling me to keep doing it until she told me to stop. Rick must have thought I was doing it okay, because he was moaning his approval and telling me that I could suck him off anytime I wanted too. I knew I would never let myself be in this position ever again. Rick demanded that I rub his balls as I sucked on him and I reached up to feel them. I remember how heavy they felt for their size, and the hair made them feel soft. I went very easy on them because I knew it was easy to hurt boys there and I sure didn’t want to get them madder at me. Carol thought I was having fun feeling his balls and told me to suck on them for him. I took my mouth off his prick and shook my head ‘no’. But Carol was insistent and slapped the back of my head. Soon I was licking them and feeling his shaft against my cheek as I did it. It was a relief when they told me to go back to his prick instead.

I must have looked a little too much into it though, because Carol got down next to me and started to give me instructions on how a guy likes to get head. She kept calling it a cock as opposed to the term I liked using; prick. It sounded more grownup to me and even a little nasty, so I decided that if I had to talk about it to them that I would use their name instead. Somewhere along the line, I found myself trying to do a good job so as to speed things up. I got to the point where I was holding the base of it in my hand and sucking him in and out of my mouth rather hard. I was thinking that maybe I could someday get used to doing this for a boy, but it would at least have to be for one that I liked. That’s when I got the sense that something new was happening, and they talked about him cumming. I knew that was something that boys could do from their cocks, but I really had no idea what it meant.

When Rick said he was about to cum, I started trying to figure it out, and Carol told him he could start a little, but not to do it all in my mouth. I guessed that he was going to pee in my mouth and started to pull away just as his hands went to hold my head so I couldn’t back away. I shook my head so he wouldn’t do whatever he was planning on, but he started pushing his prick into my mouth deeper than he had been so far. Then I felt a warm spot of liquid in my mouth and thought he was peeing and jerked off his prick. I spit the fluid out of my mouth and saw it was translucent white gobs, sort of like egg whites. He got mad that I had spit it on his leg and held me by my hair as he kept squirting his stuff at me. It got in my hair and on my face and neck.

Carol was totally elated at watching her little sister get tormented, and instantly declared me a ‘little cocksucker that wouldn’t be telling anything to anyone now’. The cum that had gotten in my mouth was tingling now, and I was still trying to figure out what it was that he had done. As I waited for Rick to let go of my hair, Carol told me that I had done pretty good at giving my first blowjob. Rick agreed with her and told me that he had had a great time. I tried to get him to let go of my hair, but he said he wouldn’t until I promised that I wasn’t going to tell anyone about what I had seen him and my sister doing earlier. I swore I wouldn’t and then he asked me if I would give him another blowjob sometime. I told him ‘no way’ and he let me go. Carol didn’t want me to leave until I fully understood that if I told Mom, that she would tell all my friends that I had begged to suck off her boyfriend. When I begged her not to tell anyone, she knew I was going to keep my mouth shut too. I was finally allowed to go, and went to rinse out my mouth and clean up.

After Rick left, she came to my room to make sure we had a solid understanding about what had happened. She gave me my first lessons on sex and told me what that stuff was the Rick had shot in my mouth. She even confessed to me that she had swallowed it for him a couple of times and I felt sick over the idea of that. I tried to get her to believe that I was just looking for clothes and really wasn’t trying to spy on them, but she didn’t believe that at all. Then she told me that we had a new relationship together and that she expected me to be able to control what I told Mom from now on. And she added that if I told on her anymore, that she would make me suck off her boyfriend again and even make me swallow this time. I promised to be better and she left me alone.

About a week later, Rick and Carol were back in their room making out. I heard Rick going by my room to the bathroom and was glad he just kept going. But on the way back, he stopped to talk to me. I had on a sundress and he said he would love to have me lift it to show him my panties. I said ‘no way’ and told him to get lost. About three minutes later, Carol and Rick came back to my room. She didn’t say a word, but just came over to me and held my wrists over my head as I lay on the bed. She said, “Rick said you wouldn’t give him a peek of your panties. Is that right?” I told her it was none of his business. She flopped down next to me while still holding my hands over my head and told Rick to take a look.

As Rick came closer, I struggled so hard to get away from her that he didn’t have to lift my dress, because it had pushed almost to my waist by itself. He bent down and I felt his hand cup my crotch and rub me. I screamed at him not to touch me, but the two of them started teasing me with my inability to do anything about it. I kicked my legs trying to get his hand off me, but Carol held me tight and told Rick to take a peek under my panties. He loved that request and I felt them being pulled off me. I then felt his hand back on my crotch rubbing his fingers over my pussy. He commented how neat I felt without any hair and Carol told me not to move as she took a feel, too. She said, “I forgot how neat pussies feel all smooth like that. Has my little sister started playing with herself yet?” I shook my head no and begged her to let me go. She demanded that I hold my hands over my head and let me go.

It felt so embarrassing as they looked at me and felt my pussy for their own enjoyment. I had never been quite so molested as this before. Rick wanted to know if I had started growing my titties yet, and pushed my dress up to my armpits to check. I barely had slight bumps where they would someday be, but as he pinched my almost nonexistent nipples, I withered under his touch. It reminded me of how the two boys had groped at me during the summer and felt pretty neat. He laid down on the other side of me and licked one nipple, and Carol said she wanted a taste and licked the other one. It felt really neat, so I held still and let them do it to me. Carol also rubbed my crotch in the palm of her hand and got really excited when she pronounced to Rick that they had gotten me wet. I knew that when I thought hard about sex, that I would seem to get moist down there, but didn’t know it was something to get excited over.

When Carol saw I was letting them have their way with me, she started to act more like a sex fiend. She leaned on one hand as she asked me if I wanted to give Rick another blowjob. I shook my head ‘no’. If she knew how often I had thought about the last time though, she probably would have forced me to. They were both feeling me up quite a bit, and Rick told her that maybe she should take a turn at me. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t like the sound of that and said I would tell Mom if she made me do anything like last time. The threat of telling on her pissed her off and her eyes bugged out. She leaned over me, held my hands again and told me that I had better not think about telling on her ever again. Then she told Rick to hold me down.

Carol got off the bed and took down her pants. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was going to teach me to stop being a tattletale. I twisted trying to get away from Rick, but he was way too big for me. Carol got stripped from the waist down and had an evil look on her face. Then she climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. I fought against her until she had me pinned under her. I could smell her pussy as I struggled to get free of her, and realized that she was trying to position her pussy over my face. I told her I would never do that, but she kept besting me until her pubic hair was against my lips. Rick had a hold of my legs, taking most of my ability to fight away. I felt one of his fingers almost going into me while he rubbed my pussy, as Carol told me to start licking her.

It took her pulling on my hair before I put my tongue out. She was so delighted when she saw me lick at her. She kept giving me orders on how to ‘suck cunt’, as she put it. And when she had me sticking my tongue into her hole, she proclaimed that now, not only was I a cocksucker, but a cunt-lapper as well. I could barely move and the smell of her pussy wasn’t very pleasant. But despite my torment, I was glad to see what I would look like someday myself.

Once again, I was told I wouldn’t be released until I satisfied her. I quickly wondered if girls did the same thing as boys when they finished sex, and hoped that I wouldn’t be getting anything like that in my mouth from my own sister. I found that it wasn’t so bad if I took long, quick licks between her lips. And she seemed to like that approach as well, so I did that until I saw her eyes roll back into her head. I realized she was going to do something, and was strangely curious to see what. Then she started rubbing herself against my mouth so hard I could barely move my tongue, or breathe. Just when I thought I would scream from how hard she was rubbing herself on me, she bent over me and held still. I could feel her body quivering and heard her gasping her approval at what had happened. Her pussy got fairly wet and I tried to pull my tongue away from what I expected she had done. Later, she would tell me what had happened and gave me my second instruction on sex.

I was again warned to keep my mouth shut and told about all the friends that would find out what I had done if I didn’t. And then they left me alone in my room to ponder what I had just gone through. I wondered how my sister’s attitude could change so fast to be able to make me do these things. I went to the bathroom to wash the scent of my sister off my face and decided to lock the door and take a shower. I felt safe under the stream of water, and began reliving in my mind what had just been done to me. I rubbed myself, trying to imitate the way they had done, but the feelings just weren’t the same.

About an hour later, Rick left and Carol came in to talk to me. Her mood had mellowed out and she was treating me like a sister again. She told me that she probably shouldn’t have done that stuff to me, but that I had to learn about sex somewhere. She got me to admit that I hadn’t been hurt, and that it wasn’t even all that bad. But I told her I didn’t want to ever do that stuff again. When I said that, she rubbed my leg and told me I was just scared and that I would probably love it all after I thought about it for a while. Carol told me about some of her first times involving sex. I was amazed by some of the stuff she confessed to me. The biggest surprise was a girl from down the street that use to make her eat her pussy throughout the entire summer five years earlier. And the girl’s bigger brother was the first one to get her how to suck cock.

The way she was talking made me feel like she was the sister I had always wanted. She was giving me the benefit of her own experience instead of looking at me like just an annoying little kid. But then she had to leave on a sour note. She gave me one last warning to keep quiet.

It was about a week later when Carol approached me again. This time she called me into her room as I walked by. She had some clothes to give me and wanted to know what I was going to wear for Halloween. I looked through the clothes and told her I thought that most of them were still too big for me. So, she had me try on several things to look at them. I knew that something was up, because she was being too nice. Then she handed me an old pair of sheer pants that were part of a costume she had worn years earlier for Halloween. She told me to try them on and went to lock her bedroom door. I knew she wanted something now, but it was too late to get out.

I started to put on the pants over my underwear, but she stopped me and told me to take off my panties first. She said that they had a built in liner so that underwear wouldn’t hang out and be visible. I turned around, dropped my underwear, and hurriedly pull on the pants. They fit pretty well and Carol came up behind me to check them out. Her hands rubbed over my butt cheeks, then around the front, where she cupped my crotch in both of her hands. She pulled me to her as she continued rubbing me, and eventually pushed her hand under the thin pants to feel my slit. She asked me if I wanted to play a little, and I told her ‘not really’. Carol said I was just scared and began circling two fingers over the bud between my legs.

As badly as I wanted to run, what she was doing felt so good. She sat down on her bed and held me on her lap while she played with my crotch. I finally admitted to her that what she was doing felt really good, but I was still scared. I felt her purposely rubbing her chest against my back and she whispered into my ear that she wanted me to lick her again. I tried telling her that I didn’t want to, but when she started to turn me around and push me to my knees, I was glad that she was bigger than I was. I really wanted to mess around; I was just hoping that she would do some stuff to me. I had imagined during the past week what it must feel like to have someone’s tongue licking away down there. But she was making it pretty clear that she expected me to give a repeat performance.

I was ordered to pull her pants and panties off, but I couldn’t bring myself to start until she hit me on the top of my head. It wasn’t hard, but enough to let me know that she was calling the shots. I felt so strange undoing her zipper, and then pulling her clothes off to get her nude. Her scent was very evident as I struggled to push them off her feet. When they were off, I stared up at her and waited for her next command. I knew what she wanted me to do, but I also wanted her to make me do it so she couldn’t say I did it on my own. She scooted her rump forward to the edge of the bed, and then pulled on the back of my head until my nose was in her pubic hair. I took a lick of her pussy when I was ordered to get started. That wasn’t going to cut it for her and she told me to just hold my tongue out as she moved herself up and down over it. She started moaning right off, and surprisingly, that made me feel like I was doing a good job.

Carol didn’t smell or taste anything like myself and it made me wonder if that had anything to do with her age. The way she was getting rougher with me told me that she had become that creature she turned into whenever she got a craving for sex. While I licked my tongue through her lips, she told me that it was obvious to her that I liked doing that for her. She told me that she would keep my secret, but that I would have to do it for her whenever she needed it done. I tried to object to that point, but she was holding me too hard against her for me to utter a word. Then she just let me go and told me to lie on the bed. For some reason, instead of protesting, I got on the bed and laid on my back.

Carol laid down beside me and started to rub her hand up my leg until she was cupping my crotch in her hand. I loved the way she rubbed me like that. She would keep her whole palm pressed against my vulva, but exerted slightly more pressure on a couple of fingers as she rubbed back and forth. She stared into my eyes looking for telltale signs that I liked getting felt up like this, and I guess my complacency gave her the answer. She asked me, “Tammy, do you prefer doing this with me, or sucking cock like the other week?” I initially tried to tell her I didn’t like any of it, but finally she got me to admit that if I had to do anything, that I felt safer doing stuff with her. She scoffed at that and said, “You silly girl; you’ll soon find out that the best sex is when you are a little scared about what might happen. That’s half the excitement of it all. When you had to blow Rick, didn’t you get excited not knowing exactly what was going on?” I told her that it had been a little neat doing it, but he scared me. Plus, he shot that stuff into me. Carol told me that after getting a guy to cum a few times, I would soon feel much differently about cum. She said I would feel like I made the stuff, and it was mine to do with as I pleased. Then she told me again how it wouldn’t really hurt me if I decided to just swallow it.

Then she looked into my eyes real deep as if she were in a trance and asked me if I was ready to finish her off. I shrugged my shoulders not knowing exactly what she meant. She asked me how I wanted to do it; like I had started, lying between her legs, or like the first time with her sitting on top of me. I didn’t want to feel like I was doing this to my own sister willingly, so I said ‘on top’. As she went to get into position, she told me, “That used to be the way I liked having to do it too. This way you feel like you have no other choice but to lick cunt.”

Carol started slowly and was asking me questions that were rather hard to answer with her sitting over my mouth. She asked me if I was going to my friends’ party on Halloween and I nodded ‘yes’. Then she wanted to know if I knew what I was wearing yet and I tried to shake my head. She reached down and told me she was going to show me how to work a cunt as well as I had Rick’s cock, and spread her lips to show me her clit. It was so much bigger than mine was and she told me how it swelled up when it got excited. She taught me to nibble on it a little, and how to suck it just right to make her jump in elation. I learned all about stimulating a girl; so well in fact, that Carol asked me if I had thought about doing this to any other girls. I shook my head ‘no’, but she told me that maybe I could try doing it to one of her girlfriends sometime. She didn’t even seem to notice me when I said I didn’t want to do something, she was more fixed on getting it to happen.

I could tell my tongue was getting her hotter, because she was squeezing my head between her thighs and shuddering as I would slip my tongue into her. She said how it was too bad that Rick wasn’t here, because she would love to see me giving him another blowjob. She promised me that I would get another chance to do that again, soon. That made me a little scared, but I was starting to have fun licking and sucking on Carol, so I was paying more attention to her. I realized that whenever she would talk about doing stuff that she would get a lot hotter, and this time was no different. It was clear that she was about to ‘climax’, as she put it. That’s when she pushed down against my mouth a little harder and rubbed her pussy over my tongue in fast, short strokes, and would moan openly in approval. Suddenly, my head was getting squished as she fell over my head and made it hard to breathe. Her thighs gripped the side of my head tightly and I heard her telling me to lick harder as she shuddered her way to the end.

Carol sat back up and just stared at me like a new toy. Finally, she said, “God girl, that was good. You’re such a good carpet muncher.” Then she got off me and ripped the sheer pants from me, and positioned herself between my legs. I couldn’t believe that I was going to get to feel what getting lapped at felt like. And when she started, I found myself pushing on the top of her head to get her away from me. I didn’t want her to stop, but it was so sensitive down there that I couldn’t take her knowledgeable tongue for more than a few seconds without having to hop around.

When she started to stick her tongue into me, I found my legs spreading on their own to give her better access. But instead of continuing, she sat back on her knees and slapped my leg. She said that I was too young to enjoy being eaten out yet, so I should get back to my room. I may have been young, but I already knew that I really wanted her to keep going. But I did as she told me and went back to my room. My first experience at being pleasured in that way was a little disappointing, but it opened a new door that I really liked.

It was the day before Halloween and I walked into the kitchen hearing Carol go off on Mom. She was saying that she had made plans and that she couldn’t baby-sit me the next day. I heard her say how she had her own party to go to, but Mom had to work late and that left her no choice. Carol turned and saw me staring at her rage, and stomped off past me. A little while later, she came to my room and told me that my party was canceled, and that I would be going with her to her party instead. I didn’t want too, but she got mad when I whined about wanting to go to my party instead.

The madder she got, the more scared of her mood I got. She told me that her party was going to be more fun, because they had a haunted house set up and all the cool people from school would be there. When I tried to protest again, she said I had no choice and that I wasn’t going to wear that stupid costume that Mom had bought me either. It was a princess costume, but she told me I was going to go as a belly dancer instead. I complained that she was being unfair and she said, “You want unfair, I’ll show you unfair.” That got me scared to no end.

Carol ordered me to go get the sheer pants she had given me the other day. When I had them, she dragged me to her room, and told me to strip and put them on. I took off my other pants and was about to put them on, but she stopped me and told me, “Not over your panties, that looks dumb.” As I stripped off my underwear, I saw her take a glimpse of me, but she was too mad to do anything but go through the clothes in her closet. She finally yanked a top off a hanger and said, “Here it is. Take your shirt off and put this on.” It was a see-thru top and one that I liked when she wore it in the past, because I got to see what she looked like through it.

Carol stood back and twisted her mouth to one side. She said Mom would never let me go like that because my nipples could be plainly seen through the fabric. I was told to go fetch a skimpy halter top from my room. When I got back, I had to put it on under the top and model the outfit for her. I started to whine about wanting to wear the other costume instead, but she quickly changed my mind when she said the magic words all girls my age loved to hear; with this costume I would have to wear makeup. That sold me on not only the outfit, but her party as well. Now I was going to get to play, grown up.

When she saw my attitude change, she knew we had joined forces to appease Mom, so she had me sit on the bed and started applying some lip gloss and eyeliner on me. Then when she was done, she dragged me back to the kitchen and warned me on the way that I had better tell Mom I liked the new costume better. Actually, I wouldn’t have to lie, getting to wear make up had me sold. Mom flipped out on her about changing my costume, but when I said I liked it better since I had to go to her party instead, she warmed up to the idea. But then she said I had to go to my own party. I saw Carol getting steamed, so I started to beg Mom to let me go to her party instead. I plied her with the fact that they had set up a haunted house. Carol looked stunned that I was helping her cause, but chimed in that I would like it a lot better than dunking for apples. Mom gave in. And Carol told me on the way back to her room, “Nice selling job, girl. I’ll have to do something special for you for doing that.” Now why couldn’t she act like that toward me more often?

When we got to her room, she told me to take off the halter and put the top back on. When I had it done, she smiled wryly at me. She said the boys would love me like that, but that I couldn’t let Mom know about it. I never showed my chest like that before and asked about how it would look to boys, and the other girls. She said the boys would love it, and that the girls would think it was cute at my age.

So, Halloween was upon us. Carol told me to get ready, and I went to my room to get dressed. Since Mom was still at work, I didn’t have to put on the halter top. I looked down and didn’t see any big deal about what was showing. After all, I was still as flat as a board. Carol was going as a hooker (how fitting!). I scurried back to her room for my make up and felt all giddy as she applied it. She had an evil smile on her face as she handed me the gloss. She said that I would need it to put more on throughout the night. I asked her why, and she said that it would be getting smeared off during the night.

When she thought that we were both ready, she sat on the bed facing me and looked me over. She said I looked like a real doll and reached out to tweak my flat little nipples. She told me I was going to have all the boys checking me out the whole night. I couldn’t figure out why they would give me a second look next to her. Then she made me swear to keep everything a secret tonight from Mom, and even promised to let me wear her make up more often. She told me I was to have fun and be very friendly to all of her friends.

Rick came by to pick us up, and looked me up and down really well. He made me feel a little weird, so I hurried up putting on my coat. On the way to the house, Rick told Carol that everyone knew what was going down. Then he turned to me and told me that he had a friend at the party who wanted to show me the haunted house first. I asked why Carol couldn’t show it to me and he said I would like it more with his friend Tony.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the party and there were about seven or eight kids there already. Everyone feigned their like of Rick and Carol’s costumes. Since Carol had chosen to dress as a hooker, the obvious complimentary outfit for Rick was that of a pimp. After they got all their hellos out of the way, everyone’s attention seemed to turn to me. One of the girls asked for my coat, and suddenly I felt really weird about not having properly covered my chest. After Carol insisted that I give it to her, all I heard were muffled gasps as they saw my bare chest through the sheerness of my top. Carol quickly announced me as a belly dancer, so everyone wanted to see me shake my belly. I felt really weird, but gave it a little shake anyways. I was amazed by the comments the older kids were saying, especially the girls. They seemed to think my outfit looked really nice. One even complimented my make up, which made my whole night.

Everyone seemed to have something to say to me and that put me at ease. Despite how Carol usually treated me, these friends of hers seemed way too nice to hang out with her. Rick brought a boy over to introduce to me. His name was Tony, the friend I had been told about. He pretended to see me as a beauty queen, and despite knowing he was full of it, I liked the attention. Plus, the guy was really cute. I felt so red and shy when he said he wanted to show me the haunted house right away. But when he took my hand, I would have followed him anywhere. Just before we went downstairs to the converted basement, I heard two girls talking about me. One said, “Can you believe that she’s not wearing a top?” Then the other one said, “That’s nothing! Why would she go into a dark room with Tony?”

I hardly heard their comments in my head, because having this much older boy holding my hand was melting me into total submission. Being a ten year old girl led by the hand of a cute sixteen year old boy, I wasn’t worried about much. The start of the path was a little scary. They had a lot of fake blood, cobwebs, and stuff. One spider that dropped from the ceiling got me scared though. I hate spiders. I didn’t even realize that I had grabbed for Tony when it fell, but after seeing it was fake, I noticed he was holding me around my shoulders.

Then Tony asked me if I was scared of the dark. I told him just a little. He clapped his hands twice and the lights went out. I clung onto Tony harder as he walked me through some more of the sheeted pathway. Then he pulled me in front of him and held me against him by my chest. I was still concentrating on not getting too scared of the dark, but he started concentrating on me. I felt his hands rub up and down over my flat little nipples and then one hand rubbed over my crotch really hard. I put my hands on his to stop him, but I couldn’t really bring myself to push him away. After he felt me up for a minute, I told him that someone would catch him. He asked me if I was going to tell anyone, and I said ‘no’. His response was that that made him feel good, and he started rubbing me harder and more intensely.

Finally, he led me through to a place that had a red light glowing. When we pushed the sheet aside and walked in, there were two boys sitting on a couch. One of them said, “So, you must be Tammy.” I muttered a ‘yes’, and one of them pulled me to sit between them on the couch. I felt so tiny between them and tried to leave, but they both started feeling parts of me that took away my desire to move. I had never been the object of one boy’s attention before, other than the bike incident; now two of them wanted to feel me up. I knew how wrong it was, but they never asked my opinion. They seemed to be having so much fun, and I loved getting felt up, so I saw no reason to leave. I looked at Tony and he was just smiling. I figured that he didn’t mind what they were doing, so it must be okay. But I should have known even at my age that his smile meant there was a lot more to come.

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