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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- KIDCEST - 1 of 21 Chapters by JD *** CHAPTER ONE: My Buddy Tim Tim and I grew up together. Literally. We had lived three houses apart since we were old enough to remember. And we were in most of the same classes through grade school, junior high and now high school. We had a lot of things in common. We played baseball, football and basketball together. We told each other our deepest secrets. At the time of this story, we were both 15 -- our birthdays were two months apart. We were best friends. Oh, yes, and we each had a younger sister; my sister Susan was then 12 and Tim's sister Cindy was almost 11. As best friends, Tim and I did a lot of stuff together. We explored our small town universe for over a decade. In the years since we turned 13, we had spent more and more time checking out our developing sexuality. Of course, we began much earlier, showing each other our "weenies" when we were in pre-school day care. Beginning at about age 14, our weenies had begun to get thicker and longer, our balls had dropped, and we had developed modest patches of crinkley hair at the base of our dicks. Tim and I discovered masturbation independently, but soon shared our discoveries. We had a few side-by-side masturbation sessions over at his house and in my garage, flipping the pages of porno magazines we had retrieved from the town dump. Tim's cock seemed to be a little fatter than mine, but mine was longer when soft. When we had our "boners," we were about the same size -- nothing sensational, but respectable six-inchers. We were anxious to get a look at live sex. I reported to Tim on what I had once glimpsed when I wandered into my parents' bedroom in the middle of an afternoon fuck. I was only about eight years old then, but seeing a flash of my Mom's naked breasts and my Dad's butt was worth reporting to my best friend. When we got to be teenagers, we both regretted that I hadn't seen more. Tim's mother and father were divorced. His father lived in another town and he almost never saw him, except for a couple of weeks in the summer. His mother worked and she drank a lot every night. Tim said he was always having to put her to bed, and he could look at any part of her body when she was really passed out. Although he said it seemed wrong to be peeking at anybody when they were in such misery, I was secretly envious of his ability to explore the mystery of a woman's body. As ten-year-olds, we peeked in windows around our neighborhood. Most of the time, we only saw people in their pajamas or some little kid running around naked. Finally, we discovered a middle-aged widow down the street from my house that showered with the window open. By climbing on top of a fence at the back of her yard, we could look in and see her as she got in and out of the shower. From that distance, we couldn't see much detail, but her big droopy breasts fascinated us, with their darkened ends. And this woman dried her black, hairy crotch with unusual vigor. We talked about sex endlessly. Although those porn magazines were pretty revealing, Tim and I agreed that we wanted to have a willing (and awake) female at our disposal, to let us explore this mysterious anatomy at our leisure. But we both agreed that the probability of some fully-grown woman spreading her legs for us was "somewhere between slim and none." Aside from those side-by-side sessions with Tim, my sexual activity was confined to jerk-off sessions in the shower or into an old athletic sock I kept hidden under my bed. By the time of this story, I had developed a favorite way of masturbating; cupping and rubbing my balls with my left hand, while pounding my spit- moistened fist up and down my cock. For variety, I would soap up my hands in the shower and squirt my goo from amidst the mountain of resulting lather. Lately, I had been fantasizing about some faceless, big-breasted woman spreading her legs for me and saying, "Finger-fuck me, Steve." Despite our curiosity about all females, the increasingly sexual world of Tim and me never included our sisters. Susan and I used to take baths together, so I had seen her naked plenty of times, as Tim had seen Cindy, but that didn't count in the "naked lady" department, because they (and we, I guess) were just little kids. As far as we were concerned, little sisters were always just there. Little sisters were not something you noticed, except when they got into your stuff or, in some other little-girl way, caused you grief. Our sisters weren't even particularly good friends, because Susan's extra year meant they were in different grades. But they each had their own friends, so there was often little-girl giggling in the background when Tim was at my house, or I was at his. We tried to ignore it. Not that our sisters were ugly. Tim's sister Cindy was blonde, her hair always cut in a precision straight line across the bangs and the back, never a hair out of place. Her big brown eyes seemed to broadcast a look of innocence and a hint of shyness. Tim shared his sister's big brown eyes but had a matching dark brown head of hair that gave him a wholesome look. You could tell that Tim and Cindy were brother and sister at the first glance. My sister Susan had black, curly hair like mine, and she was bold and brash; I guess she and I were alike too. When our sisters turned nine and ten (and I was about 14), things began to change. In my general horniness, I started to notice them as something other than neighborhood brats. Although they still pretty much looked like little girls, I started to see them as women who were not yet fully developed. Although they were far from "true" women, I could see that their skinny little bodies had begun to develop hints of mysterious curves. Continued in part 2... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 4