The Storm: Chapter 1
A Tale of Two Girls
By Han Tamashii




Author's Notes:

This is based upon actual events that occurred in my youth. The
story has been fictionalized and compressed to make it a more
potent experience.

The events you will read about here are like the grain of sand in
the center of a pearl. They have been surrounded by fiction and
embellishments, so that they are now much smoother, prettier, and
more valuable.

The characters are, likewise, fictional. The names, ages,
physical descriptions, and personalities have all been created
especially for this work. I did not intend to describe any actual
persons.

I sincerely hope that you will enjoy reading this piece.

HT





My sexual adventures began when I was eight years old. That day,
in the middle of summer, was beautiful and sunny. In my memory,
the sky seems more vibrant and blue than it is today. The
sunlight seemed warmer. And life, in general seemed happier.
Easier.

I was in my room, on the second floor, getting ready to run
through the sprinklers outside. I lived in an townhouse complex.
A hundred units divided into quarters, separated by grassy
fields. The fields had underground sprinklers. Dozens of them.
When the sprinklers were running, it was better than any water
park.

Looking outside my window, I was planning my wet adventure. My
eyes, my breath and my mind stopped, caught in web of beauty. Two
radiant girls had appeared, now frolicking through the dancing
water. They moved with the grace of innocence. And I believe it
was in that moment, which seemed to stretch into hours, that my
admiration for young girls formed.

I dashed to out of my room and out of my home. My feet sunk into
the wet ground, the short grass tickling, water splashing as I
ran. As I approached, I wondered briefly how to stop on this
slippery grass. Choosing the flashiest method I could think of, I
leaped into a baseball slide that took me just under a beam of
water being spewed out by one of the sprinklers.

The girls laughed openly as they watched me, and it took no
further effort than that to join in their fun. We ran, jumped,
twirled, and tumbled our way to exhaustion. Flopping on the cool
wet grass, enjoying the summer breeze tickling our skin and the
sunlight massaging our bodies with it's warm hands, we chatted a
bit.

Leanne, the elder of the two sisters, was thirteen. Long,
straight brown hair reached to the middle of her back. Her body,
covered by a two piece suit, showed signs of maturity that
interested me. Just small hints, really. Her breasts were still
small and her hips had just a touch of curve to them.

Her younger sister, Brynn, was much more childlike. Brynn's body,
at 7 years of age, was a model of the simple beauty of young
girls. Soft, smooth skin, big bright eyes, even the carefree
laughter and the scent of fruity shampoo combining to evoke from
me a tender, protective urge from me. She was like a princess,
and my duty was to keep her safe.

I invited the girls up to my room. There were no sexual
intentions on my part, it was simply a change of venue. My room
was cluttered with toys of all sorts. Truthfully, I was more than
a little bit spoiled. I even had a TV and VCR in my room. A child
could entertain themselves for months in that room.

We arrived in my private domain drying ourselves with the fluffy
towels we'd snitched from the linen closet. Even at eight years
old, I was envious of the places those towels got to touch.
Watching my two adorable friends slide their towels along their
bodies, I began to feel an odd, but pleasurable sensation in my
penis.

Leanne noticed my eyes following the movement of her towel. I
imagine she felt playful as she began giving me a show. She
brought her towel to her chest and began rubbing her forming
breasts. My eyes widened and Leanne became bolder. Her towel
drifted down over her stomach, keeping my rapt attention, down
and down between her smooth legs. She pressed the towel into her
pussy and began a slight circular motion.

A quick glance at her face revealed that her eyes were closed.
She was biting her lower lip. My eyes snapped back down to the
action. The towel seemed to have slipped from her hand, but she
hadn't stopped rubbing herself. I watched in complete
fascination.

Leanne and I were startled back to reality as Brynn dumped some
of my Lego onto the floor. Lego was my favorite toy, but at that
moment, I wanted to watch Leanne touch herself some more. I
looked up at Leanne to see if the show was over. Perhaps she
noticed my disappointment, or my tiny hard-on. In either case,
she smiled at me kindly and took me by the hand. Together we
climbed onto my bed and under the covers. Brynn glanced at us,
but kept playing quietly by herself.

Leanne and I pulled the covers right over us, making a little
tent. A private space where we could do private things. We lay on
our sides facing each other. Several moments passed as we looked
into each other's eyes. I was nervous. And shy. I didn't make a
move or a sound, so it was good that Leanne took the initiative.
She reached out and touched me.

The warmth of her hand on her shoulder was soothing, yet
exciting. Warmth that spread down onto my chest. Her fingertips
brushed my nipples. She seemed amused by them and her touch
glided over them several times. I'd never really even noticed my
nipples before. They were more important to girls. But her light
touch felt nice on them.

She stopped suddenly. My eyes, which had been running up and down
her body, rose back to her face to find out why. They never made
it to her face, however. Her hands were pushing the straps of her
top down off her shoulders. She did this slowly, watching my
face. Her left shoulder first, then the right. She sat up a bit
after and turned her top so that the back was now in front. I saw
a peak of her nipples as she did this, but her hands were soon
blocking my view.

She waited, not hesitating, just waiting. Letting the
anticipation build. I felt it building. Just as I was about to
reach out and push her hands away, they began moving. She
unhooked the top, holding it there a moment, and then let it drop
to the bed behind her. On hand covered her breasts as the other
one moved the top out of her way. And then she lowered herself
back onto her side, and let her hand fall out of my line of
sight.

I could do nothing for several moment except admire them. They
were only small little mounds of flesh, but they stirred desire
in me. Desire to touch them. Leanne, intuitively took my hand and
gently placed it on her left breast. I looked at her eyes seeking
permission, and she smiled at me warmly.

I touched her like she had touched me. A light caress, gliding my
hand over her skin. My fingertips brushing over her nipples. She
sighed happily, so I did it again. Her breathing quickened and
her nipple became harder. Curiosity overcame my shyness and I
squeezed her nipple gently. I was unsure and didn't want to hurt
her, but she let a small, appreciative moan slip past her lips.

I continued exploring her nipple, so focused on it that I almost
didn't notice her hand reaching out to touch me. Her touch was so
light on my tummy this time that it tickled, but I resisted by
focusing even more on discovering the mysteries of her body. As I
moved my hand to her other nipple, he hand drifted down to my
swim suit.

She began pulling it down, so I instinctively raised my hips to
help. When she managed to slide them down to my knees, I used my
feet to kick them off. She took that opportunity to slide her
bottoms down and off. She did this quickly, not slowly like her
top. I didn't recognize the signs at the time, but she was in
need.

She raised one knee, and the movement drew my attention from her
breasts down to her lightly covered mound. The hair was so fine
you could barely notice it. A moment later, as she guided my hand
down between her legs, I discovered how soft it was. And then I
discovered her soft lips, already moist. Her scent filled my
lungs. It was like how it smelled after the rain. Fresh.
Intoxicating. Addicting.

Her hand gripped my hard appendage, stroking slowly up and down.
I felt things I'd never experienced before. My mind was suddenly
cast open to the potential pleasure my body was capable of. It
was a moment that changed everything.

I was only as long as the thickness of her hand, so she used her
index finger and her thumb. As I still do, to this day. Slowly up
from the base. Slowly back down from the tip. And pleasure flowed
in waves through my body, and hers. Ebb and flow. Washing over
us. Baptismal ecstasy.

My fingers slipped between her lips, exploring her folds. One
spot felt hotter and wetter than the rest. My small finger
pressed on this spot and popped inside. Leanne gasped quietly. I
wondered if I'd hurt her, but her free hand came to cover mine,
pressing down to encourage me further inside her. The angle
wasn't quite right, so my finger couldn't go very deep inside
her, but she flexed her hips up and down, humping my finger in
and out of her.

She had started to sweat now. Her eyes were tightly closed and
lips clamped shut as she held in her moans. The hand stroking me
stuttered as she lost herself in the pleasure, and then
remembered herself. Over and over. It was like that for a few
minutes. Her hips moved faster and faster, seeming to jerk back
and forth.

Finally, she opened her eyes, staring into mine. I could see she
was almost crying with desire and need. She moved my hand up to
the top of her slit, and guided me, showing me how to rub her
clit. Back and forth. Faster and faster our hands moved. She
pressed my fingers harder and harder into her. Her body was
beginning to shake. She pulled her hand away from my dick and
covered her mouth with it.

And then she exploded. It's the only way I could describe it. Her
body shook harder and harder and then went totally rigid. She
stopped me from rubbing her and instead pulled me close to her.
She could barely contain her passion, wanting to scream. I could
see it. She was still looking directly into my eyes. I could see
everything.

Through her eyes I could see directly into her soul, or so it
seemed. At that moment what I saw was passion, affection,
gratitude, and an even greater desire. I could see that she
wanted something more, but was holding herself back. The
intensity of these emotions stunned me. I suddenly wanted to feel
what she was feeling. I wanted to share that with her.

After a few long minutes, she blinked. The spell binding and
connecting us was broken. I looked away. Not seeing anything. I
could hear her breathing slowing. I could feel her muscles become
limp. I could smell her scent as if there were nothing else in
the world. I suddenly wanted to taste her. My fingers gently slid
through her sex, becoming slick with her juices. And then I
tasted them.

Her flavor was subtle. I can't find anything to compare it to,
but I savored it. I fell in love with it that day. The taste of a
girl became imprinted on my mind. She looked shocked when I
looked at her, fingers still in my mouth, and smiled. She smiled
back at me, happy that I enjoyed her.

We spent some time just being close, after that. Not doing
anything, or saying anything. Just enjoying the moment. Then we
put our swim suits back on and peaked out from under our
makeshift tent. Brynn had stopped playing and was watching us,
eyes wide.

I felt a pang of fear and guilt suddenly at being caught, but
Leanne was not concerned. She climbed off the bed and started
playing with her sister. Just as if nothing had happened.
Awkwardly, I joined them, but soon we were playing comfortably
together. We laughed and had fun. It was really a good feeling.

When Brynn took two of my action figures and said, "Take off your
clothes," Leanne and I looked at each other. I wondered if I was
going to get in trouble or something, but Leanne just smiled at
me reassuringly. She made an excuse to leave and they stood up. I
was worried they would leave and never come back.
Instead, Leanne bent down a bit and kissed my cheek.

"Let's play again soon," she said with a mischievous ring in her
voice. I could not reply because the next moment, Brynn was
hugging me tightly. She nuzzled her face into my neck. Just when
I though she would let go, she turned her head and kissed my
neck. I was surprised by the quiet girl, but when she kissed me,
I felt an emotion so incredible and indescribable that it would
take years for me to give it a name.

I was blushing so furiously as we made plans to meet again, that
Leanne was giggling at me almost constantly. And I didn't care.
All I could do was remember Brynn's body against mine and her
lips on my neck.

It was confusing for me. Leanne and I experienced something
wonderful and exciting, but it paled in comparison to what I felt
for Brynn at that moment. Which of these girls did I like more, I
wondered to myself. The feelings were different, but similar. I
felt like I couldn't think. Like my brain had melted from the
fire in my heart.

When the two girls left my house that day, I felt for the first
time, a burning in my chest. I ached to see them again, longed to
be near them, longed to touch them. I felt like dancing and
moping at the same time. In my mind I ran after them, never to be
alone again. In reality, I slinked back to my room, into my bed,
and wrapped myself in the blanket that still smelled like girl.

I had no idea how to handle these feelings. And it was only the
beginning.
















Leanne says,

"As soon as she hugged you, I could see it in your eyes.
She was just copying me. Even the kiss! So why?
Why did your eyes light up when it was her in your arms?
Why did HIS eyes light up when it was her?"












"Do you know why I hugged you that day? My sister...
she hadn't been happy. Not for a long time.
She wouldn't tell me why, but that day, I saw her smile.
You made her smile. And that made me love you."

says Brynn












A Tale of Two Girls
The Storm: Chapter 1
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