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 TITLE: I'm Not A Little Girl Anymore

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, First Time

   SUMMARY: Lindy was only 12 but her older sister's boyfriend gave her the
attention she needed.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "I'm not a little girl anymore," I cried at my big sister.

   "Oh, you're an adult now are you?" she teased some more.  "Well then act
like one.  As an adult you can't always go crying to Mommy to get your own
way, you little brat.  So stay out of my room."

   "I hate you," I said as I left.

   "The feeling's mutual," Jenny replied.

   Jenny was my older sister.  She was 17 and a senior in high school.  Her
5' 10" frame sported a well-developed body that every guy she met drooled
over.  But they couldn't touch her because Brad, her boyfriend, would
squish them.  He just turned 18 years old, was 6' 2", and did something on
the football team.  I didn't know anything about football but I knew that
Brad was a dreamboat that every girl swooned over.  One thing about Brad,
he always treated me nice and I think Jenny hated me for it.  Maybe that's
why she treated me so mean.

   Oh I'm Linda and I'm 12 years old now, just having my birthday last
month.  You would never know from how I look though.  I am already 5' 3"
and taller than most of the boys my age at school.  My parents are both
tall so that's probably why Jenny and I are too.  But I am just developing
in the breast area with a long way to go.

   Jenny and I are different in a lot of ways though, other than our
breasts.  Where she has shoulder length blonde hair, mine is brown and down
to my waist.  Her eyes are blue, mine are green.  She has a full face and
lips, I'm a bit thin in the face with thin lips but a wide mouth.  People
say I have a great smile.  My dad always told me I had a mouth every boy
will want to kiss.  I hope he's right.

   Whenever Brad comes over he always smells my hair, runs his hands
through it and tells me how wonderful it feels and smells.  I try to always
keep it clean and looking nice.  I like it when he touches it.  I like it
because he is so close to me.  I guess I just like the attention he gives
me.

   The other day when Brad was here, and Jenny was in her room, he slipped
into my room for a moment.  He does that sometimes but never stays long
because Jenny gets mad when she catches him being nice to me.  She doesn't
make too much of a fuss until after he's gone.  Then she lays into me.

   "Hi Brad," I quietly said, standing up as he came in.

   He walked over to me as he said hello.  "Your hair is so beautiful," he
told me as he ran his hand behind my back and lifted my hair up to his
face, as he has done countless times before.  "It feels so soft.  I just
love it."

   I blushed, replying, "You always say such nice things to me."

   "That's because you are such a beautiful girl and I like you, a lot," he
said as he moved behind me, still playing with my hair.  "Your eyes are
like emerald's today.  Any man who had you would be rich indeed."

   My breathing became heavier and I felt a little lightheaded.  "You are
always teasing me Brad," I whispered.

   "My little Lindy," he said.  He nicknamed me Lindy.  Why, I don't know.
My name is Linda.  Had it been anyone else I probably would have said
something, but with Brad I somehow found it nice, like I was someone
special to him every time he called me Lindy.  "Can you keep a secret?" he
asked me.

   "Yes," I said in almost a whisper.  "Of course.  For you, anything."

   He had his hands on my shoulders and let them slide down my arms, gently
caressing my skin.  "The things I say to you, how beautiful you are, well
don't think I'm always teasing," he whispered back, and then he left,
without waiting for a response.

   It took me a minute to calm down my breathing after he left.  Why does
he do that to me, I wondered.  So he had really meant some of the things he
has said to me in the past.  He wasn't always teasing.  He has said so many
things.  Which ones did he mean?  Which ones were just a tease?  He once
told me he had a dream of me sitting on top of him, pinning him down after
we had been wrestling, and me teasing him by letting my long hair slide
back and forth across his bare chest, as he ran his
hands...up...my...bare...back.  Wow!  I had forgotten the part about my
bareback.  What if that was for real?  OMG!  Forget the hair part.  Was he
saying we were...I mean really doing it...we were having sex together?  OK,
calm down Lindy, I told myself.  At best it was just a dream.  And it was
probably just one of those things he was really teasing about.

   My thoughts were all a jumble.  He had to be teasing me.  He couldn't
have meant that he wanted to have sex with me.  Could he?  Would I do it
with him, I wondered.  Jenny would kill me if she found out, and somehow
she would find out.  I may not like my sister but I couldn't do that to
her, do it with her boyfriend.  It would serve her right though for always
being so mean to me.  But I wouldn't do it with Brad because of that, just
to get back at Jenny.  That would only be a by-product, it couldn't be the
main reason.  I had to have a better reason than that to have sex with
Brad. I would do it because I wanted to, because he was nice and wonderful
and handsome and...oh God.  I said it.  I wanted to have sex with Brad.  I
did.  I couldn't pretend I didn't.  I wanted it.  Now if only he did too.

   No, stop it Linda, stop thinking that way.  You are only 12 years old.
You are not doing this.  If he was not teasing then I am just going to have
to stop him.  It can never happen.  Besides he is 18 years old.  He could
get in a lot of trouble if someone found out.  But I could keep a secret.
Stop it Linda, stop it.  Oh my mind is just a mishmash.

   Before he left that day I had a moment with him away from Jenny.  He
asked me, "What time do you normally get home from school?"

   Without thinking I said, "I get home at 2:00 PM everyday and no one else
is here until Jenny gets home at 4:00 PM." What did I tell him that for, I
thought?  Too much information.

   "I'm asking in case I want to surprise Jenny some day and want to make
sure I can get in," he told me.

   Whew!  Well that made perfect sense.  I'm being a bit paranoid.  I guess
he was teasing me, more often than not.  He doesn't want to have sex with a
little 12-year-old girl.  "Anytime, I'll be here to let you in."

   Nothing happened the rest of the week.  Brad didn't show up or even come
over.  But that wasn't unusual, just depressing that maybe I was being
foolish, halfway wishing he would come over to see me.  The next week he
came over once but didn't come in to talk to me.  Again if I thought about
it, that has happened before.  He didn't always talk to me when he came
over to see Jenny.  But I was hoping he would say something, anything. 
Maybe he thought he should stop teasing me and just leave me alone.  That's
it.  Yes.

   I decided I was wasting my time thinking about it and would just get
back to my normal life, without Brad, not that I ever had him, only in my
dreams.  I just needed to start thinking about other things.  In truth I
was glad I didn't have to make any decisions about him.  He was my sister's
boyfriend and I was just a casual friend that he often teased, apparently
more often than I liked.

   Three weeks later, when I got home from school, there he was out in
front of the house in his car, waiting.  As I unlocked the front door he
walked up.

   "You do get home at 2:00 PM, just like you said," he announced.

   "So you were listening," I replied, as we walked in.  He followed me to
my bedroom.  "Why are you here?  Did you want to talk or something, or just
wait for Jenny?"

   "Sure, talk," he said, "...or something."

   I threw my backpack and coat on my desk chair, as his words sank into my
dense brain.  He came up behind me and lifting my hair up to his face he
smelled it, as he has done so often.

   "God you smell so good," he said.

   I turned around to face him.  He was so close I had to look up to see
his eyes nearly a foot above mine.  Normally I look down at boys but not
with Brad.  I didn't look away but held my ground.  "Brad, how can I tell
when you are teasing me and when you aren't?" I asked.

   "Well how about this?" he said as he put his arms around me and leaned
down, kissing me.  I melted into that kiss.  Anyone else I would have
slapped, but not Brad.  God, it was Brad kissing me.  Was he setting me up
for some kind of big joke?

   After about half a minute I broke the kiss.  Pushing him away I said,
"Stop it.  You can't do that to me.  You're Jenny's boyfriend."

   "I thought you would like that," he argued.

   "Well, I...uh...that's not the point," I replied.  "Jenny and I may have
our differences but I would never do this to her, kiss her boyfriend."

   "So you don't deny it then, you did like it," he continued.  "And we
didn't even open our mouths."

   "What do you mean, open our mouths?" I asked.

   "Oh a kiss is so much better when you open your mouth," he explained.

   "It sounds gross to me," I said.  Apparently I didn't know much about
kissing.

   "You know, we have already kissed," he reminded me.  "You can't take
that back.  So if you want we could try an open mouth kiss and it won't
count against us, since we already kissed.  That's if we do it right away.
It counts as the same kiss, since it is all around the same time.

   Now if I go away, say go to the bathroom, and come back and then we
kiss, well that would be a different time period so would count as a second
time of kissing.  But we have an opportunity here to let you know what an
open mouth kiss is like, without it counting against us.  Does that make
sense?"

   "Yeah, it does, in a strange sort of way," I slowly answered.  "But I
would only be doing this because you already kissed me, without my
permission, without my permission I might add, and this doesn't count,
right?  If Jenny finds out, it was not my fault.  You kissed me."

   "Right," he agreed.  "But unless you tell her, she is not going to find
out."

   "God, I'm never telling her.  She'd kill me.  So what do I do?" I asked.

   "Open your mouth," he said.  I didn't understand why but did as he
instructed.  He stopped me when it was just the right amount open.  He then
kissed me again but our mouths were partially opened to each other.  Now I
had never made out with a boy before, only seen it on TV.  I felt his kiss
sucking slightly against my mouth so I followed his lead.  That seemed to
please him as the kiss became harder, more powerful if that makes any
sense.

   The next thing I knew, even though we had not stopped kissing other than
to change the position of our heads, he began to unbutton my blouse.  I was
confused.  I didn't want the kissing to stop but I also didn't want him
undressing me.  I decided to play along just a little longer.  I could stop
him from taking off my blouse if he tried that.

   I didn't know what to do with my own hands so I pulled his t-shirt out
of his jeans.  I was going to slide my hands up his back but he stopped
kissing me and stepped back, pulling off his shirt.  I looked at his
chiseled abs and powerful muscles.  Wow, he was one solid hunk of a guy.

   "Take off your clothes," he said.

   My head was dizzy with the kiss.  I wasn't sure at first how to respond.
"No...no I can't do that.  Oh God no.  I'll get in trouble.  My parents
would kill me.  Jenny would kill me.  No, I mean no."

   "Neither your parents nor Jenny will ever know," he said.  "Not all your
clothes, just down to your underclothes.  Your private parts will still be
covered.  Pretend you have on your bikini swimsuit.  You won't be showing
me anything more than you have shown every stranger who has seen you at the
local swimming pool.  I'll be doing the same thing and it will be like I
have my swimming suit on.  I want to feel you, your skin, your hair, that's
all.  Nothing more.  We have already made out, a little, this won't be any
worse than that, for sure.  And we'll just be in our swimming suits, so to
speak, no more or less.  Doesn't that make sense to you?"

   It sort of did made sense.  It's not like we were going to do anything.
Heck, we had already kissed, open mouthed for goodness sake.  Surely that
was far worse than this.  "Well, OK," I said hesitantly and began removing
my jeans and blouse.  I watched him as he removed everything down to his
underpants.  I could see a bulge in them and knew what it was, from
watching movies on TV.

   Catching me staring at his underwear he asked, "Have you ever seen a
man's penis before?  In real life I mean."

   "No, never," I replied.  Without waiting a moment he yanked his
underpants down and kicked them off, standing back up in front of me,
totally nude.  "Oh, wow," I said staring at him with my mouth wide open,
before turning around and covering my eyes.  "Stop it, put it away."

   "Well it's too late now," he announced.  "You have already seen it and
it was more than a casual look.  You might as well get a really good look.
It doesn't count any more against you to look closer now.  It's OK, turn
around."

   It bothered me that he always made sense, that what he said seemed right
but somehow I still felt guilty.  I let that reasoning, and my own
curiosity rule and found myself turning around.  He had an erection, his
circumcised penis stretching more than half a foot up and outwards towards
me.  "It looks so stiff and hard, throbbing almost.  Why is it like that?"

   "Because I am aroused by your beauty," he explained.  "It's like this
because of you."

   I blushed, thinking that I had made him hard like that, just by taking
my clothes off.  I wondered what would happen to it if I removed my
underclothes.  "Does it hurt when it's like that?"

   "When I have an erection?  No, it feels good, thinking about what it
could be doing," he said.  I didn't understand at first.  "But it needs to
have the tension released at some point.  It is sort of like making a fist
really hard.  You can only hold it for so long before you have to release
the tension.  When you finally do it feels wonderful.  The same way with an
erection.  It needs to have a release of that tension that is building up.
Women, like yourself are the same way."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.  "I don't have a penis."

   "One of the ways for my erection to find release of tension is through a
beautiful woman like yourself," he told me.  "But when that happens you
also feel tension build up through certain parts of your body.  When your
tension releases you feel it all over.  I wished men felt as good as women
do when they get that tension released.  A woman's release is called an
orgasm."

   "An orgasm," I repeated.  "I've heard girls at school talk about that
but never knew what it was.  I guess I still don't."

   "Would you like to feel one?" he asked me directly.  I had to admit, I
was interested.  I would finally know what the girls were talking about and
could talk with them about it, instead of just pretending that I knew.

   "Will it hurt at all," I asked.  I didn't think it would but I wanted to
be sure.

   He surprised me with his answer.  "Only the first time, and just a
little bit, just for a moment.  Then it will feel better and better, the
more you do it."

   I was really considering it.  But what if someone found out?  "You
promise you won't tell Jenny, or my parents?" I asked.

   "Never, I promise on a stack of Bibles," he assured me.

   "Well OK, what do we do?" I asked.

   "I'll guide you through it," he promised.  "First let's sit on your bed
and kiss some more, just to set the mood.  But you have to promise me that
you will do exactly as I ask, without question.  If you stop to ask
questions it will ruin the mood and then we'll have to start all over."

   "OK, I promise," I told him, not sure if it was the right decision but
still wanting to know what an orgasm felt like.

   We sat on the bed and kissed some more.  His one hand was around my
waist and his other rubbed across my stomach, slowing working its way up to
my breasts.  When his fingers slid across my one breast I jerked but didn't
break the kiss.  He continued playing with my breasts and I began to feel a
tingling sensation, and not just in my chest.

   I liked it when his fingernails scratched gently across my nipples,
hardening them up.  He slid his tongue into my mouth and moved it around
inside.  When he pulled it out I did the same to him and it made me feel
good knowing that I was making him moan with pleasure.

   He broke the kiss and told me, "Remove your underclothes now and I'll
let you play with my erection." This time I didn't hesitate but took off my
bra and panties, tossing them aside.  There I was, a 12-year-old girl,
sitting next to my older sister's 18-year-old boyfriend, both of us
completely nude.  There was only one ending to this, and I wanted that
ending.

   He took my right hand and guided it to his penis, wrapping my fingers
around it.  With his hand wrapped around mine he slowly moved my hand up
and down his shaft.  "Oh, that feels so good Lindy."

   "It's so hard," I said.  He removed his hand but I kept up the movements
he had shown me.

   "My Lindy, my beautiful Lindy.  Lay down on your bed, on your back," he
instructed.

   When I did, Brad pulled my legs wide apart, exposing completely my
nearly hairless pussy.  Kneeling between my legs he leaned down onto me and
kissed me again.  He then kissed my cheek, then my neck, working his way
down to my little breasts.  My already stiff nipples seemed to harden up
even more when his tongue began to play with them.  He licked and sucked
both breasts and had me dizzy and panting.  He then kissed his way down my
chest, across my belly button to the tiny faint hairs just starting to grow
on my pussy.  At this point he kissed the inside of my thighs as his hands
slid underneath both upper legs.  He lifted my legs up some as his tongue
touched my pussy for the first time.

   "Oh Brad," I cried.  "That feels so wonderful." He began licking and
sucking all over my pussy.  The longer he did it the more out of breath I
became until suddenly a shockwave shot through me.  My upper body curled
upwards towards him as I felt every part of my body on fire and tingling
with electricity.  After a few moments it began to subside and I collapsed
back onto the bed.  Brad was up on his knees smiling at me.

   "Did you enjoy that Lindy," he asked.

   "Oh God yes.  That was fantastic," I told him.

   "Well that's an orgasm and only a taste of what's to come," he said.  I
couldn't imagine anything better than what just happened.  So I was excited
to see what he meant, or rather to feel what he meant.

   "Let me lay down there on my back and you get between my legs," he
instructed.  I did as he said.  "Now get your mouth nice and wet with
saliva and put it around my dick." Again I did as he asked.  His penis was
large but I put my lips around it anyway.  "Now slide your mouth up and
down, keeping it plenty wet as you do.  Yes, that's right.  You can suck
some of the time and let your tongue rub around the underside.  Yes Lindy,
very good, suck it just like a lollipop.  Wow, you are a quick learner." It
made me feel good to hear his approval of me, that I was able to learn to
do it right so quickly.  Brad was good for my self-esteem.  Where Jenny
tore me down, Brad built me up.  At that moment I would have done anything
for Brad.

   I continued with this for a couple of minutes until he had me stop.  "I
don't want to cum just yet," he told me.  "I want to feel your long
beautiful hair on me as we make love."

   Did he say Make Love?  What have we been doing?  There's more?

   "Straddle my legs," he said as he pulled his legs together, forcing me
to move my knees to the outside of his legs.  "Move up towards me a bit so
that your pussy is just above my dick.  Yes, that's right."

   He took his stiff penis and rubbed the end of it back and forth across
the slit of my pussy.  It felt good.  I wondered if this was making love.
He then positioned it right at my opening and said, "Now drop yourself down
onto my shaft."

   I wasn't sure what we were doing but I held my breath and slowly lowered
myself down, letting his erection slide into me.  Suddenly there was a
sharp pain.  "Ouch, that hurts," I cried.

   "It only happens the first time," he reassured me.  "It will get better
from now on.  Now lift yourself up a bit and then back down.  Yes, just
like that."

   I did as he instructed, each time going a little lower, his shaft going
a little deeper inside of me, until I couldn't go any lower.  Then I
stopped.  It felt like he was stretching me.  I felt my pussy gripping down
tight onto him.  I had mixed feelings.  It felt good but still hurt a
little.

   "Now just slide yourself up and down my shaft," he said.

   I did as he instructed, without question because it was Brad, and
because I wanted another orgasm.  He was right, the more I slid up and
down, the easier it got and the better it felt.

   "Let your hair fall all over me Lindy," he said.  I did but kept sliding
up and down his erection.  "Yes, swish it back and forth, yes, just like
that.  Oh God you feel wonderful Lindy.  You are really good at this, a
natural I think."

   He felt wonderful too.  That tingling feeling was coming back but seemed
larger this time somehow than before, like it was building up throughout my
body.  I discovered that the harder I thrust my body down onto him the
better it felt so I became more powerful with my body.  I also increased my
speed, which enhanced the feeling.

   "Lindy, I'm going to cum soon but you just keep fucking me just like you
are doing," he told me.  "Don't stop until I tell you to.  God you're good
at this.  I've never felt anything this good before, ever."

   Fucking him?  Is that what I was doing?  I was fucking Brad, my sister's
boyfriend.  Me, Linda, the little girl, the little sister.  I wasn't a
little girl anymore.  I was doing what every girl in school wanted to do. I
was fucking Brad, and doing it better than anyone else ever has.

   Just then I felt it, Brad was thrusting his hips upwards and squirting
something inside of me, something warm feeling.  I kept "fucking" him just
as he said to do.  But I could only do it a few moments longer before my
body exploded with heat and electricity.  My orgasm hit in one powerful
surge of energy.  I stopped moving.  I could feel my pussy holding on to
Brad's penis in some kind of death grip, squeezing him over and over.  My
whole body went numb for a moment and then suddenly the next moment alive
as if every nerve in my body was on fire.  The feeling shot out of me in
waves of pleasure, though each one a little less powerful than the last. 
Finally I seemed to come to my senses and realized I had collapsed on top
of Brad, who was smiling from ear to ear.

   "What's so funny?" I laughed.

   "The look on your face is priceless," he said.  "I love making love to
you."

   "I'm confused," I said.  "Were we making love or were we fucking?"

   "Both," he said.  "Is that OK?"

   "With an orgasm like I just had, everything is OK," I replied.  "when
it's with you."

   "We need to get cleaned up," he said, "before Jenny gets home.  She
can't know about this.  No one can know, ever."

   "Will we be able to do this again?" I asked hopefully.  "Can we fuck
again?"

   "As long as we don't tell anyone," he said.  "We can never tell anyone,
never, ever, ever.  Promise me."

   I didn't understand why not.  Of course I knew we couldn't tell my
parents or Jenny, but no one at school either?  "OK, if you say so, I
promise."

   When I got up off of him some blood dripped down onto his groin.  "Don't
worry about that," he told me.  "It only happens the first time.  Next time
we fuck it won't happen."

   "Then we really do get to do this again?  You weren't just teasing me,
like you do so often?" I asked, playing with him, but hoping he was
serious.

   "I'd rather fuck you than Jenny any day," he said.

   "You've fucked Jenny?" I jealously asked.

   "Once, and it wasn't nearly as good as we just did," he explained.  He
said it.  He really said it.  I fuck better than Jenny.  That made me feel
good again.  I was better than Jenny.

   "I've got to go now," he said as he finished getting dressed.  He kissed
me long and hard on the mouth and then left.

   I had just fucked Brad, better than Jenny.  I guess I really wasn't a
little girl anymore.  Jenny is going to be so jealous.  But I promised Brad
I wouldn't tell her.  So I won't.  I just had to figure out a way to let
her know without telling her.  Maybe if Brad and I really do fuck again, I
could arrange it so that Jenny "accidentally" catches us in the act.  Then
I couldn't be blamed for telling her.  I had some planning to do, and some
cleaning up as well, before Jenny got home.  I want to make Brad my
boyfriend, not Jenny's, and that's what I intended on doing.

   The end.