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Fourteen Again - 2 (mf, teen, inc, con)
by Wayne Oliver
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FOURTEEN AGAIN
CHAPTER TWO -- CINDY'S SURPRISE
I tilted my head forward, not sure I had heard her correctly.
"What was that?" I noticed that I was clutching my sheets to my chest,
so I relaxed my grip slightly.
She giggled. "You heard me," she said conspiratorily. "When I
came in this morning, I saw you standing in your underpants and it was,
like, obvious that you had a major boner going. Anyhow, I couldn't help
it. I couldn't get that sight out of my head all day."
"I hope I didn't embarrass you," I said. I must have stammered,
because she giggled at my nervousness. "It's okay," she said huskily.
"It's not like I haven't ever seen before."
Somehow, the shock of that admission broke me out of the shock
of the discussion we were having. I looked at Cindy, and, for just a
moment, I could see the 40-ish woman I had last seen probably a week ago
when I had gone to her house for dinner. Her husband, Sam, and I were
good friends. Her three children were adorable. And here she was, aged
probably 16 or so, talking about my 14-year old hardon! I racked my
brain frantically, trying to remember this episode in my own dim past.
I couldn't remember a bit of it. Perhaps this was another opportunity
for me to do some new exploration.
I shook off my shock and looked at her, my own eyes
involuntarily dropping down to the puffy fabric of her baby doll
nightie. Her shoulders were back slightly, and this caused her breasts
to push out proudly against the top. Her nipples were so hard and
erect, it was as if she were wearing nothing at all. "Well," I said
slowly, trying to formulate a plan to exploit the situation, but Cindy
seemed not to hear me. She apparently had her own agenda, for she went
on as if I weren't trying to say anything.
"I mean, I've seen boys' dicks before," she said. "A couple, at
least. So I'm not completely innocent. But, I mean, those times were
always when we were, like, making out and it was all hurried and in a
car or something." She shrugged, and the shrug wiggled her breasts
under her nightie. She seemed to notice my distraction, because she
lowered her voice and spoke more softly, as if trying to mesmerize me.
It took me a couple of seconds to notice that she her hand had also
clutched the bedsheet and she was slowly pulling it down. By the time I
noticed, the sheet had been completely drawn off of my stomach and the
tip of the elastic of my underwear was clearly visible. All the while,
she talked.
"Anyway, I saw you this morning, and it was such a surprise. I
mean, to me, you're always a kid. I had never seen you ... well,
sexually before, and it really threw me. You know, with Roger and
everything, it was different. He's so much older, it seemed like I had
always seen him as an adult, so seeing him was different."
Cindy seemed real good at shocking me. Here she was confessing
to having at least seen our older brother naked, perhaps more, and she
was telling me as if she were merely talking about what went on at
school! "Roger?" I managed. "You and ... you and Roger?"
"Oh," she blushed a little, but it didn't stop her hand. Now I
could actually feel the sheet slipping down past my hips, my underwear
almost totally exposed now, my throbbing erection outline perfectly and
pressing the cotton material out of shape as my erection sought escape
down my legs. I wasn't completely uncovered yet, but by the time she
finished telling me about Roger, I was, and she didn't stop talking
until the sheets were at my knees and she could stare at my cock bulging
out my underwear.
"Well, Roger and I never actually *did* it," she was telling me
as she pulled the sheets. "What happened was that I accidentally walked
into the bathroom, thinking that the wind had shut the door or
something, you know? But instead, Roger was in there, and he had forget
to lock it. Well, he was just starting to pull his pants down. I was
really surprised, it was just before he went into the Army, so I was,
like, a Freshman or something, and, anyway, before that, I had never
seen a guy naked or anything. I knew what it was all supposed to be
about and stuff because Kathy Sullivan had shown me some pictures she
had found in her garage that her dad had hidden away. Anyway, those
pictures showed guys naked and everything, but they didn't show them,
like, completely big, you know? Anyhow, there was poor Roger with his
dick hanging out and I had just swung open the door. Well, my eyes
popped out, and his eyes popped out. Actually, it's kind of funny now.
Anyhow, I said I was sorry and he said it was okay and asked me if I
wanted to watch! Well, I wasn't to say no, so I said sure. And he just
started jacking off right in front of me. When he came, he came in the
toilet so there wouldn't be a mess, but it was, like, the most exciting
thing I had ever seen."
"What did you do then?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said. "I went back to my room. He wanted me to
undress so he could see me, but I didn't want him to. So I just left.
After that he kept after me to do it again. I let him jack off a couple
more times for me, but I only let him see me once, even though he always
asked. After that, he went into the Army, and I've only seen one or two
other guys' dicks. Like I said, we were making out and in a car and
stuff. But, seeing you this morning was different. I mean, to see a guy
in underwear, with it all sticking out for no reason. That's neat!"
She stopped. And so did her hand, and I noticed that she had
completed her mission. She was looking down at my crotch, and, I'm not
sure now, but I think she licked her lips! She repositioned herself on
my bed, stretching one leg down to the floor while she tucked the other
up underneath herself. This opened her legs and, even though her baby
dolls fell down between her legs, they didn't fall all the way. I could
see some of her pink panties just at the fold of her leg at the hip.
Like I told you earlier, had I been really 14, I probably would
have done something stupid like said "Go! Get out!" or something and
been way too embarrassed about my erection to let this continue. I
remember being deathly conscious of my body at that age. Incredibly
interested in everything bodily, but embarrassed by it all the same.
But I had my old self in me at this point and I had to remind myself
that this was 1972 and, even though my body was 14, my mind wasn't.
I suddenly had a flash of my 18th birthday when Bill and George,
two friends I hung around with at school, and I went into Hollywood to
visit one of the sex shops on Hollywood Boulevard. That would have
three or four more years from now. The sex shop had dime arcades in the
back and rows and rows of sex books eight feet high all around the room.
The books were all pictures and all explicit, segregated by types,
heterosexual books near the counter, homosexual across from the counter,
and children and teenagers near the door. I remember being fascinated
by the pictures of the teens and younger children in sexual poses,
particularly the teens. There were young girls and boys, both just in
the beginning stages of puberty, spares growths of pubic hair around the
young pussies or dicks. They would be in all stages of exploration, the
boys' young cocks achieving a remarkable state of erection that seemed
to please and fascinate the young girls in the pictures.
I remembered with a shock that, as I sat on the bed, as a nearly
naked fourteen year old with my sister, it wasn't yet illegal to own
such pornography. But I was in the middle of it in real life. My
sister was staring down at the outline of my cock and I was staring at
the outline of her tits.
I had been silent long enough. "Will you touch it for me?" I
said.
She nodded silently and reached her hand forward. She placed it
full palm on top of my erection and actually stroked it like you would
pet a dog's head. She stroked back and forth for a minute or so until I
was afraid the rubbing of the cotton was going to start hurting instead
of pleasuring me. I placed my hand on hers and stopped her. Her eyes
pulled up to look at me questioningly. "Why don't I just take my
underwear off, would that be okay?"
She didn't say anything. She just kept looking at me and I
thought for a moment that I might have really blown it. But then I
noticed that her hand was still on my cock, her fingers almost curled
around it on the fabric.
"I mean, you would like to see it, wouldn't you?" I said. "I'd
like you to see it."
"Yeah," she said. "I'd like to see it. Please."
I let go of her hand and she still didn't move it. I pressed my
hips up off the bed and started to pull my shorts down and she only
reluctantly pulled her hand out of the way, otherwise I wouldn't have
been able to take them off. She did not, however, take her eyes off my
crotch and she watched with a deep fascination as my cock bounced up in
release. She smiled and her hand returned, this time, though, to grasp
my erection in her full hand. "It's great," she said, and she began to
move her hand expertly up and down my cock with a purpose. I just
watched her lovely petite hand and I noticed it was her left hand and
that there was no ring on it, no wedding ring which I seen on that hand
for the past twenty years or so, and I looked up at her again and I saw
her smiling back at me as she used her right hand to pull up her babydoll
nightie up to her shoulder, revealing her incredible breasts. While my
cousin's teenage's breasts which I had seen in the "strip poker" game
this afternoon, had had no discernible nipple, Cindy's were rock hard and
erect. Her sixteen year old breasts were pointed and firm looking and I
couldn't resists reaching my hand toward them. Her free hand came up to
meet mine and I sagged slightly, dejected that she wouldn't let me touch
them, but instead she grasped my hand and pulled me sharply to her
breast, pressing my palm against the sharp bud of her nipple. Her body
convulsed slightly and, as I discovered that the firm lookingness of her
breasts reflected their actual firmness, I could feel my orgasm building.
I think she felt it coming on, too, because she increased her pressure
on my cock in just the right way, and I turned my attention back to her
hand and I watched her milk my cock to orgasm. Her eyes were glued to my
cockhead as she pumped me and suddenly, my cock lurched upward and the
cum started shooting out, the first blob arching up toward my chest and
landing near my own nipple. The next glob shot nearly straight up and
fell on Cindy's fingers, dripping down her knuckles and falling into my
pubic hair. Cindy continued to pump my cock until the cum started only
to ooze weakly from my tip, and then she stopped pumping, but held onto
it firmly for a moment, carefully releasing my cock as she laid it down
against my stomach. Then, incredibly, she reached forward with an
outstretched finger and dipped her fingertip into a small puddle of cum
near by belly button, dipping it in and curling it up like you would a
dip chip, and, gazing at my eyes, she slowly brought her finger up to her
lips and sucked the cum off of it. "Hope you don't mind," she said with
a smile. "I've always wanted to do that!"
She sat back and arched her back toward me so that her tits
poked straight at me. Her nightgown was still around her shoulders and
I could both of her tits sway slightly as she moved. "Thanks, Wayne,"
she said. "Thanks for letting me do that."
She brought her hands together against her knee and I almost
didn't see it because I was so fascinated by her tits and her nipples
and the way her breasts grew slightly larger as she inhaled and fell
slightly when she exhaled. In fact, I wouldn't have seen it at all
except I was greedy and I wanted to see her panties, I wanted to see her
pussy mound beneath the soft pink fabric, and so I looked down toward
*her* crotch and that's when I saw her hands together, the fingertips of
her right hand around one of the fingers of her left. They were making
little twisting movements around her finger, as if twisting something
off, like the cap on a bottle or something, and I took only a little
notice of it and instead gazed down at her panties, the delicate white
strip of elastic at the top resting below her belly button. I noticed
the incredibly sexy flatness of her stomach between her belly button and
those panties, and I looked below the elastic and could easily see the
soft mound of pubic hair matted beneath the cotton.
My eyes had just settled on the slight indentation of her
panties between her legs, as if the panties were slightly bunched in her
slit, when I realized what it was her hands were doing. I had seen my
own wife do it a million times. My wife would sit when she was nervous
or excited and just start twiddling her engagement ring around her
finger. She would use the diamond setting like a knob and just slide it
around and around, back and forth, almost like twiddling her thumbs, and
that was what my sister was doing as she sat nearly naked on my bed,
with me completely naked and spent right next to her.
She was spinning her fingers around her ring finger as if there
were an engagement ring there. But as far as I could remember, she had
never worn a ring on that finger until she married Sam and that wouldn't
be for another ---
I had a sudden revelation and I looked up at her eyes (yes, with
a grateful detour to her tits again on the way!) and I paused as I tried
to calculate the best way to prove my theory. Then I struck upon it and
smiled at her. She looked back at me quizzically. "What is it?" she
said. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," I said back. "I'm just imagining your reaction
to what I'm about to say."
"And what might that be?"
"I know all about President Clinton."
Her reaction was close to what I had expected. Her mouth
dropped open and her eyes got real wide and then, suddenly, she grabbed
her nightgown and yanked it back down over her breasts. "My God!" she
exclaimed. "You -- you -- Clinton? How could you know about Clinton?"
And then her eyebrows went up. "You too? It happened to you to? "