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Wayne_Oliver_-_Fourteen_Again.txt (mf-teens, inc, fant)
by Wayne Oliver (anonymous address)

***

What would you think if you woke up one morning and 
realized that you were 14 again, and only the night 
before you were 40-years-old? What would you do?

***

To this day, I still can't understand how it happened, 
or why. All I know is, it did happen.

It's like this. I'm nearly 40, and, several years ago, 
I worked as an engineer for a major computer component 
giant. My job was interesting and challenging, the work 
environment pleasant, and, generally speaking, despite 
a divorce or two, my personal life was back in a 
manageable state. It all changed overnight. 

I went to bed one winter evening, snuggling under my 
full-size flannel sheets, my one-bedroom 2nd story 
apartment slightly cold and cozy. I seem to remember 
thinking of a test pattern that I needed to run the 
next morning at work as I drifted off into a dreamless 
sleep.

I was awakened by a knock on my bedroom door. It took 
only a bare moment of consciousness for me to become 
aware of the incongruousness of that knock. I was the 
only one in my apartment so there could be no one to 
knock, and, besides, I always slept with the bedroom 
door open. If someone was knocking on my bedroom door, 
that meant they were in my apartment! I grasped the 
sheet to leap out of bed, my hands slipping slightly on 
the cotton fabric, and I froze. These were not the 
sheets I went to sleep in!

Another knock. Followed by a voice: "Wayne, it's time 
to get up!"

Thinking back on it, I wish I could have seen my face 
when I heard that voice. I'm sure I was quite shocked. 
It was my mother's voice. I guess it would be shock 
enough for a guy's mother to suddenly show up in his 
apartment and start pounding on his door, but when the 
guy's mother has been dead for several years... let's 
say surprise isn't word enough for what I felt.

I managed a croaking "Okay, sure," reply and heard her 
walk away from the door. I sat on the bed for a moment 
and finally stood up and was immediately struck by the 
energy and litheness I felt in my body. Looking down, I 
was stunned to see an incredibly lean, flat stomach 
leading down to a bulging pair of jockey shorts. No 
spare tire gut, no bandy legs, but a strong pair of 
young legs. 

I reached to my chin and found it smooth, no trace of 
the beard I'd cultivated for the past few years. I 
would have begun to wonder what could have happened had 
I not then noticed my bedroom. It WAS my bedroom, yet 
it wasn't. It wasn't the one I'd gone to sleep in last 
night, but it was my bedroom at my folks' house, where 
I'd grown up. In which I hadn't slept since just before 
going off to college. Almost twenty-five years ago!

A black and white TV in one corner of the room. Next to 
it a large green plastic box in the shape of a gym 
locker that I knew held a full set of baseball cards. 
Next to it, a Lloyds' record player with a large 45 
adapter standing on its tree, loaded with 45s.

Jesus, I thought. If I didn't know better....

My train of thought was severed by my door flashing 
open behind me. I whirled around and found my sister 
standing in the doorway. "Hey come on, we're going to 
be..." Cindy was saying, but she trailed off as I faced 
her. 

"Oops, sorry," she said, her eyes dropping from my 
face. It took a moment for me to register what it was 
she was looking at. I had a very firm erection making a 
tent out of my shorts. I'm not sure if it was seeing my 
in my shorts or seeing the bulge in my shorts that made 
Cindy blush, but her face was growing redder by the 
minute. 

"I was just going to tell you that we're leaving in 
like five minutes," she said in a much softer voice. I 
noticed that she made a great effort to pull her eyes 
up and reestablish eye contact with me. 

Cindy is two years older than I am and had always been 
a knock out, and she was standing in my doorway, 
holding my door open with one outstretched arm which 
made her breasts push against her halter top in a most 
appealing way. Her long legs disappeared into an 
incredibly tight, short pair of shorts, the kind we 
called "hot pants" when I was in high school. And she 
looked just like she did when she was in high school. 

"So you should get dressed," she finished, closing the 
door as she left. I did notice, though, that she took 
in one final glance downward before did.

She's like she was in high school, I thought. Probably 
junior or senior year. Which means that I must be in 
high school, too, either a freshman or sophomore. 
Jesus, I'd gone back in time!

I managed to get dressed, slipping into a loose size 
28,32 pair of jeans (where did those extra ten inches 
I'd picked up over the years come from? I thought) and 
stepped into the living room as the others were getting 
ready to leave. My parents looked exasperatedly at me 
while Cindy looked kind of, well, distracted. 

I didn't even get a chance to tell Mom how good it was 
to see her (I decided it wouldn't sound right) or 
anything before we were out the door, piling into our 
'68 Falcon station wagon that my dad had scrapped 
sometime in the late 70's when the engine gave out once 
too often. 

I rode in the back seat with Cindy, barely able to keep 
my eyes off her legs and the distracting shapes of her 
breasts and I desperately tried to think of a way to 
find out what the date was, anything that would give me 
a clue. I had my own room, which meant my brother, 
Robert, with whom I had shared, had already joined the 
Army. So that put it after 1971. I was still home, so 
it was before August of 1976 when I went to college. I 
was somewhere between 14 and 18! An electric thrill 
went through me, as I realized what this all meant.

I finally decided to be direct. "Where are we going?" I 
whispered to her.

"June and Roy's," Cindy replied. "For the World 
Series." 

June and Roy, my aunt and uncle. Okay, now we're making 
some sense. I dimly remembered watching the World 
Series on their color television one year. We only had 
black and white and Dad had wanted to watch the game in 
color for once. If I remembered right, that would have 
been the year of the Miracle. When the Mets won the 
Series from the Orioles. The Miracle Mets. That meant 
it was '72 and I was fourteen again!

* * *

When I was a teenager, I had been awfully curious 
sexually. I remembered furtive games of show me with my 
cousins, June and Roy's kids. They had three kids, Ann, 
who was my age, and the twins, Sarah and Mike, two 
years younger. And that afternoon, while Cindy tried to 
be as adult as my folks and aunt and uncle would let a 
sixteen year old, my three cousins and I found our way 
upstairs in their house to Ann's bedroom. 

"Okay, here's the rules," Ann was saying as she 
shuffled cards while we sat around her on the floor. I 
was listening, trying not to obviously stare at her 
brief top which stretched over a pair of invitingly 
blossoming breasts. "Winner and loser go into the 
closet and the loser has to show the winner. Okay?" 

When we played strip poker, it wasn't the usual slow 
one piece at a time. The two or three occasions we 
played it, we played it fast so as not to ever risk 
being caught by adults in some stage of undress, so we 
took it into the closet and did quick pull downs of 
pants and underwear. I distinctly remember never seeing 
breasts. I glanced over at Sarah and noticed that she 
was sporting a developing chest as well. Things were 
going to be different this time.

The first hand dealt out was perfect luck. I had a 
three of a kind to open with. In no time I had won and 
Ann had lost. I noticed, though, that after I took no 
cards, Ann had taken four. Had she thrown something 
away? I wondered.

Sarah and Mike laughed immaturely as Ann and I got up 
off the floor. Ann handed me the flashlight. "You guys 
count to thirty," she said to Sarah and Mike. "One-
Mississippi, okay?" 

We stepped into the dark closet. I hadn't remembered it 
being this big, but it was quite roomy. Clothes pushed 
out of the way on both sides, room enough to stand in 
the middle. Ann had prepared for this. I turned the 
flashlight up her direction, shining it onto her face. 
She was smiling nervously. "Are you ready?" she 
whispered.

I could already hear "Three Mississippi" coming through 
the door. "Yes, go ahead," I said. I aimed the 
flashlight down her body, noticing the round bump of 
her breast as I passed it by. The beam picked out her 
fingers slipping into the elastic waistband of her 
shorts and she skinned them down her legs as I knelt. 
She wore white cotton panties and I could make out the 
puffiness at her crotch that showed where her pubic 
hair was. 

"The panties too," I whispered breathlessly and I heard 
her sigh and saw her finger tips pull the elastic of 
her panties away from her tummy and down, revealing a 
small tuft of light blonde pubic hair. I squinted as 
she parted her thighs slightly to allow her underwear 
to slide down and I could just make the top fold of her 
slit. She stopped the panties just above her knees. 

"There you go," she said. "What do you think?"

What did I think? God, it was beautiful, that's what I 
thought. 

Her skin around her hips was practically alabaster 
compared to the tan line just below her belly button 
and more than half way up her thighs and the sight was 
making my heart beat fast and I could feel a very 
cramped erection bursting in my pants. 

"It's wonderful," I whispered. "Can you open your legs 
so I can see it?" I had never had the nerve to ask this 
the first time I had been fourteen and we had done 
this. All I had seen then was her pubic hair. Of 
course, then, that had been a wonder to behold and had 
been more than sufficient and exciting. But this time I 
wanted to see her, to touch her!

It was already twenty-three Mississippi, but she said, 
"Sure," and her knees parted and she even thrust her 
hips out slightly to help out. As I looked up at her 
pussy I could see her face in the beam of the 
flashlight and she was watching me intently, obviously 
enjoying this too. 

Her pussy lips looked like soft petals and her pubic 
hair lightly dusted the sides of these lips. My finger 
was actually shaking as I slowly reached up and pressed 
up into her lips, doing something that I would have 
been incapable of the first time I had been fourteen: I 
pressed into her clit, putting light pressure on her 
nub and I could feel her pressing her pussy into me as 
the count went to an excited 29 and I felt her body 
shudder and her pussy lips moisten incredibly when the 
twins said "Thirty!" 

I brought her a crashing orgasm that made her gasp 
quickly and I looked up to her, and Ann's startled eyes 
had a dreamy quality in them that made me smile with 
delight. I stood up and said, "We have to go now," and 
I saw her quickly pull her panties and shorts up in one 
quick motion. 

"Wow," she whispered to me as she opened the door and 
stepped back into her room.

The twins gave us naive knowing looks as we squatted 
back onto the floor, me with a bit more difficulty than 
I'd like to admit, with my raging hard on beating in my 
pants. As Ann dealt the next hand, I thought about that 
long ago time we had done this and seemed to remember 
that we only played three or four hands before the 
adults called us down to watch the game. If I 
remembered correctly, I hadn't lost any of those hands. 
Since time was short, I made my decision.

I discarded four cards. Ann looked at me and I could 
see her analyzing her cards with a hopeful, "I hope I'm 
doing the right thing" look. She discarded two. Luckily 
the two of hearts I had kept didn't match up with 
anything Ann dealt me next (nor did I receive another 
pair like the ones I had just discarded), and I was 
looking at a dead hand, eight high. That shouldn't be 
tough to beat. The twins each had a pair and, again my 
luck held. Ann had two pairs.

Ann took up the flashlight and I could see a sense of 
urgency in her actions as she opened the closet door. 
"Don't count so fast this time," she admonished the 
twins. "You counted way to fast last time." 

She had the flashlight beam on my pants before the door 
was closed. "Hurry," she said as she knelt. "Show it to 
me." The twins were counting an exaggeratedly slow 
count.

I deftly unbuckled my pants and hooked my fingers into 
my shorts and heaved them down. Her intake of breath 
was audible. I don't have a very large cock, but with 
such a lean stomach and such a granite teenage hard on, 
my six inches looked huge even to me.

Ann's eyes were wide with fascination. "I've never seen 
one before," she gushed. "It's so neat." She just 
stared it at, not even blinking. She leaned a little 
forward, bending down so she could look up under it. 
"Incredible." Then her hand reached out toward it. "You 
touched mine, I get to touch yours," she announced as 
her fingers approached. 

Her touch was tentative and electric and my cock 
reacted with a jerk. I think if I'd been a normal 
fourteen year-old, Ann would have found herself covered 
with cum at that moment as her fingers wrapped around 
my hardness. I could feel her hand quaver slightly as 
she lifted my cock up to look up underneath it. 

"Oh wow," she said, reaching up with her other hand 
toward my balls. She was clutching the flashlight 
between her knees. If her grip on my cock was 
electrifying, her fondling of my balls was miraculous. 
She felt the sac, trying to identify what was in there.

We became aware of the twins saying, "We said, that's 
thirty!" 

Ann let go of me and stood up, grabbing the flashlight 
from her lap. 

"Oh no."

"Let's go," I shrugged, and as I reached down to pull 
my clothes back up, she trailed the light down to my 
crotch in time to catch one last glimpse of my cock as 
I tucked it back into my underpants.

"Well?" Sarah said impatiently when we were back out in 
her room. "Yeah, are we going to play?" Mike said. Ann 
leaned over and whispered something to Sarah. I saw 
Sarah's eyes go big and round and she looked over at me 
with what looked like curiosity mixed with amazement 
and then giggled, her face flushing. Ann whispered 
something else into her ear and Sarah's eyes 
immediately dropped to my crotch. I didn't have to 
look. I could feel the bulge! "I hope I win," Sarah 
gushed. This is going to be so much fun, I thought.

Sarah did win. But it wasn't me who lost. It was Ann. 
Ann looked disappointed when she saw that Sarah had 
won, and I wondered again if maybe she had lost 
purposely. Sarah looked disappointed too that it wasn't 
me she was going to get to examine. She and Ann both 
looked back wishfully as the closet door closed. 

Mike and I gleefully snickered out our thirty 
Mississippi's and a moment later the closet door opened 
up and they stepped out. I noticed as Ann squatted to 
sit on the floor that I could see the elastic waistband 
of her panties over the top of her shorts. So she had 
stripped down for her sister. I would have liked to 
have seen that, I'll tell you.

Our next hand was quick and crazy and I won again and 
sure enough Ann lost and by the time the door was shut 
and I had the flashlight on, Ann's shorts and panties 
were at her ankles. She was slightly squatting, 
pressing her hips forward for me again. I wasted no 
time putting my hand between her legs, this time fully 
cupping her precious pussy. My middle finger slid along 
her lips and ever so gently pressed between them. 

I found the entrance to her vagina with no trouble and 
in the dim light I could see her eyes go distant with 
pleasure. I had the flashlight at my own knees this 
time and my left hand came up her hip, over the outside 
of her blouse and landed just upon the underswell of 
her breast. "Can I see these too?" I said, trying to 
keep the pleading out of my voice.

"Sure," she breathed, her hands coming up to the hem of 
her blouse and pulling it up to her shoulders. She 
didn't dare pull it off for fear of not being able to 
cover up quickly. Then she did the same with her young 
bra, gripping in underneath the elastic under each 
breast and stretching it up and out away from her skin 
before I could revel in the look of her bra-covered 
breasts. Her young tits were incredibly erotic. 

I remembered a couple of times when I would catch a 
glimpse of my teenage daughter in her robe (she 
wouldn't even be born for another eight or nine years!) 
as the V of the robe would fall open slightly as she 
leaned over and I could see an entire uncovered breast. 
I remembered her breasts didn't have defined nipples, 
but more of a puffy swelling at the tips. 

Ann's were just the same way. The swells of her breast 
were perfectly formed, jutting up perkily from her slim 
chest. Her nipples weren't the hard eraser tips like I 
was used to seeing, but were instead a generally 
puffiness that encompassed her whole aureole as well, 
standing up and distended from the rest of her breast. 

My hand landed softly on that incredibly erotic feeling 
breast, my fingers interlocking around the puffed 
nipple. A slight moan escaped her lips as we heard the 
twins say a frantic "Thirty!" through the door. This 
brought Ann out of her daze and I watched resignedly as 
she maneuvered her bra back over her tits and pulled 
her blouse down and panties and shorts up. She looked 
up at me.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Suddenly, I felt her hand cup my cock through my pants. 
"I know it was your turn and all," she said. "But I had 
to feel you again!" 

"That's okay," I said. "Any time." And that's when the 
door flew open. 

For a heart stopping moment, I was sure it was Uncle 
Roy, but it was only the twins. I'm not sure if Sarah 
saw where Ann's hand was (Ann released me just a 
fraction of a second later), but I think she did.

"That was great," Ann sighed as we sat back down on the 
floor.

She had just dealt the next hand when Uncle Roy was 
calling us for real. We were all disappointed as hell, 
and it was difficult to tell who was more so. We 
watched the Miracle Mets and had a barbecue dinner and 
didn't leave until late that night, but we never had 
another chance to be alone. 

I had all kinds of plans that never saw fruition, but I 
did notice that Ann seemingly never stopped watching 
and looking at me. Once or twice I noticed that her 
hand magically found its way to my crotch for fleeting 
brushes and touches. She was all smiles all night, 
especially when my dad insisted that they come over to 
our house next weekend!

We got home late and I climbed into bed, full of 
youthful energy and stamina and also full of a raging 
teenage hard on at the thought of Ann's incredible 
youthful body. I was wearing only my shorts and was 
trying to think of a covert way to masturbate and 
release my tensions. 

After all, when one lives alone, he can cum on anything 
and clean it up later. But when one is at home and his 
mother does the laundry.... well, it gives one pause, 
let us say.

My cock was hard and rigid in my shorts and I was just 
preparing to pull it out and use the last of a box of 
Kleenex on my nightstand when there was a soft rapping 
on my door. Taking my cue from the softness of the 
knock, I whispered, "Come in."

It was Cindy. She stepped quickly into the room, 
noiselessly closing the door behind her. She was 
wearing one of those baby doll nighties, the kind that 
come down just to the tops of her thighs and hangs 
loose off the shoulders. As she turned back from the 
door, I could see her breasts swaying under the light 
fabric.

She padded over and sat on the edge of the bed near my 
knees, facing me. "I've just got to talk to you about 
this morning," she said quietly. "About when I walked 
in on you. I've been thinking about your boner all 
day!"

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 conspiratorially. 
"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 bed 
sheet 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 baby doll nightie up to her shoulder, 
revealing her incredible breasts. 

While my cousin's teenager'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 resist 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 looking 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?"

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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