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Bradley
by Carly P (address withheld)

***

A teenage girl finally gives in to her sexually 
precocious younger cousin. (Fm-teens, youths, inc)

***

Finally I have actually let him do it. I know, I know. 
Its perverted, its sick, and I am old enough to know 
better. But he is so sweet, so persistent, and my God 
was he grateful!

Bradley is my nephew by my older stepbrother. He is 12 
and gods gift to boy lovers. I don't know what the gay 
men who see him in the street think, but I know he has 
the face of a cheeky angel, long soft brown hair, soft 
pink lips and smooth coffee brown skin. His smile is 
white and somehow faintly knowing. He is slim and quite 
short for his age and also has an endearing lisp, which 
is getting fainter as he gets older, but still adds to 
the 'come and fuck me' air he carries around with him. 

His mother caught him last year, innocently standing 
with his trousers round his ankles in a country park 
men's convenience, being masturbated by a man in his 
40's. She is quite laid back, his mum, and although 
obviously not prepared to see him tossed off by a man 
of that age, just shouted at the guy, pulled up her 
son's trousers and left with him trailing behind her. 

She told me Bradley had an amused, dreamy look on his 
face whilst the man was fondling him, and although not 
an active participant, was not in the least bothered by 
his adult molester.

Anyway, back to my own contribution to his education...

We (that's me and my little sister Lizzie, who is 14) 
have been acting as Bradley's unofficial babysitters 
since we were old enough to be left alone, and we have 
gone through the usual "show me yours, and I'll show 
you mine" bit several times. The first time was 
probably when I was 14 and Lizzie 10. It only consisted 
of she and I dropping our pyjama bottoms and showing 
off our fannies, and him proudly sticking his little 
stiff cock out from the fly of his pj's.

We did that a few times, and a couple of years ago, 
when Lizzie was 12 and I was 16, we did strip off 
completely and let him have a good feel of our breasts, 
although mine have never been more than apple sized, 
and although two years later Lizzie has a nice bouncy 
pair, she was a late developer, and then was only 
sporting two small bumps. His cool fingers were the 
first apart from my own to touch my nipples...

We paid him back by making him walk around nude for the 
rest of the evening, but I swear his hard on never went 
down! We realised that it was no punishment, so stopped 
short of anything more sexual.

But this week, all those barriers have been broken down 
and shattered. It started like any other routine 
Saturday night in with Bradley. My parents are in 
Greece for a winter break; Brads are in America doing 
some Christmas shopping. Lizzie was supposed to be 
there to keep me company, and fight off Bradley's 
lecherous advances, but her new boyfriend (who is 10 
years older than her, and she will be hung, drawn and 
quartered if my dad finds out) wanted to take her to 
his flat 'to watch TV' Yeah right, I guess by 8pm, 
Lizzie had probably already been fucked at least once, 
and was getting him up for the second course, so that 
did not improve my mood...

Well, we watched TV, and I made him get ready for bed, 
showered etc. Then I went up and, carefully locking the 
bathroom door (bitter experience!) did the same.

Both of us sat on the big 4-seater couch and watched a 
film. Unfortunately the film turned out to be a little 
hotter than I had bargained for. It was called 'Night 
Hair Child' and was on an old cable channel which 
specialised in B movies from the 70's. Now I thought we 
didn't have sexy movies then (now I am much wiser) and 
I had never heard of Britt Ekland (who apparently was 
an ex girlfriend of Rod Stewart, that wrinkly old rock 
star my mum still likes.

She was playing a step mum, babysitting this kid, who 
was about 13 I guess. But in a scene where she was 
giving him a bath (at 13? God forbid I had to bathe 
Bradley, he would have been all over me!)

But the kid, who was quite cute I have to say, made a 
move on her. While she was getting a towel, he reached 
out from the bath with both hands under her arms and 
cupped her breasts. You would have expected her to go 
crazy, but I guess there was history of this here, and 
she allowed him to do it for about a minute, circling 
her nipples, and generally turning her to mush.

It had a predictable effect on Bradley, and he 
immediately started coming on to me, laying across my 
lap and trying to squeeze my boobs. Normally, I would 
have given him a sharp slap, and he would have 
retreated wounded, but I allowed myself to be wheedled 
into letting him have a good old feel.

That was mistake number one. My second was to have 
omitted to put on clean knickers when I had a shower. 
After a few seconds of Bradley's fondling, I lost the 
plot a bit, and – you know that feeling when time gets 
elastic, and you find minutes have passed when you are 
out of it? - Well, my young nephew took full advantage 
of my stupid, lazy inaction.

I felt a cool rush of air on my thighs, and began to 
close them, but he was too quick for me. One small hand 
was trapped right up between my legs, the fingertip 
just touching my pussy. We struggled for a minute, one 
of his hands still kneading my breast, trying to break 
down my defences. It was warm, I had had two glasses of 
cold wine from the fridge, and ok, fuck it, I was horny 
as hell ok?

So young Bradley got his way, I opened my thighs laid 
back and let him explore. I give him his due, he had 
obviously spent time on the Internet, checking out 
techniques, cos unlike some of the boys I had allowed 
this particular privilege, his fingers were gentle, not 
rough, and he seemed to know what bit to concentrate 
on. 

I found myself relaxing back even more, my legs were 
now spread obscenely wide, and his hand was diddling me 
very nicely. I dreamily looked into his eyes, and saw 
him looking back at my face, watching my expression as 
the sensations grew. Looking down, I could see that the 
tent in his pj's was impressive, and, wanting to give 
him some reciprocal pleasure, I squeezed the bulge 
firmly. Big mistake number 3. His eyes flew open wide, 
and he hissed a desperate protest

"Too much, I wont..."

But it was too late, I felt hot wetness fill my palm as 
I held him, and he jerked and writhed as he came.

I went to get a towel, and he lay obediently back on 
the couch as I mopped the considerable volume of milky 
sperm off his flat brown stomach. I took longer than 
was absolutely necessary, because, unlike my other 
boyfriends, his cock was not shrivelling into a cute 
but vaguely ridiculous pink tube. Instead 5" of stiff 
juvenile cock was still purple hard and quivering.

Now he was clean again, and clearly still up for more 
experiences, I had lost any will to stop what we were 
doing. I stripped the pyjamas from his body and made 
him lay along the sofa. I could now see, at eye level, 
as I knelt on the carpet, his erect cock. Again, I 
wondered how such a prodigious weapon fitted such a 
small and undeveloped boy. Bradley was going to make 
lots of girls very happy with that thing. But they 
weren't here now, I was, and I was determined to make 
his first time memorable.

He lay quite unabashed, as I explored every inch of 
him. Licking his small pink nipples until they stood 
proud of his chest, I kept his hard cock in my left 
hand. I kissed his mouth, cupping his chin in my hand, 
and using my best open mouth, tonguey kisses, to keep 
him that way. Finally I kissed down his soft belly 
until that quivering boy cock was right under my lips. 
I blew on it gently, and his belly rippled as his whole 
bottom half jerked up. The tip of his circumcised cock 
brushed my lips, and he groaned as if in pain.

I couldn't wait any longer, this was the first time I 
was completely in control of a blowjob, and I wanted it 
to be hot for both of us. Slowly I licked its length, 
tracing the long blue vein on the underside until my 
mouth was over the red tip. I close my mouth over him, 
and he groaned again, louder still. I hummed slightly 
as I started to work him. Up and down I went, sucking 
strongly on the up stroke as I had been taught, and 
using my tongue to circle the head as I dipped down, 
taking the whole length in. 

Obviously, although he had cum only minutes ago, he was 
not going to last long, and I had a couple of seconds 
to react when he warned me through gritted teeth that 
he was about to blow. Did I take it in my mouth? Or did 
I let him cum on my face? Both options appealed, but as 
I had just cleared up what looked like a cupful of 
semen, I decided to take it in my mouth, despite my 
previous less than pleasant experiences of a man 
ejaculating in there.

I am so glad I did, the difference between swallowing a 
hot mouthful of teenage cum, when the owner had spent 
the night downing bottles of lager and/or curry, was a 
world away from this sweet, milky brew. Bradley 
squealed like a girl as he came, each spurt accompanied 
by a heave of his whole torso, trying to bury that 
sturdy spear of flesh deeper into my throat. I 
swallowed, and swallowed again. My lips were touching 
his belly, no pubic hair at all, just a boy having the 
orgasm of his life.

He did take a little while to recover from the second 
climax, but I spent the time showing him how girls make 
themselves come, and enjoyed the look on his face as he 
watched me get off. I came very hard, in spasms 
intensified by his wide-eyed interest.

After that, we followed up the hors douvres with the 
main course. After two orgasms for him and one massive 
one for me, we could now take our time, and I 
manoeuvred him into every position I had heard of. 
Missionary, doggy, cowboy, you name it; we slipped 
around that couch in a sexual stupor, drunk with each 
other's bodies.

Finally, back in the good old missionary, my legs drawn 
up over his frantically working buttocks, my finger 
penetrating his tight virgin bum (Now he knows what its 
like to have something hard inserted in HIM), I let him 
come inside a girl for the first time. His orgasm 
preceded mine by about a minute, so while he was still 
inside me, kneeling over my sweat-slicked stomach, I 
fingered myself off as he watched.

Exhausted, we slept on the couch until 3 in the 
morning, until we wearily walked upstairs to our 
bedrooms. Don't ask me why we didn't share a bed that 
night. It just seemed that the adventure was over. He 
was again a 12-year-old boy, tired and sleepy, and I 
was his 18-year-old cousin, wracked with guilt over the 
things we had done, just anxious to get into my own 
bed, and ease my conscience with oblivion.

He hasn't said anything to anyone (surely I would know 
by now) but Lizzie and I have to sit with him this 
Saturday – what the hell do I do??

END

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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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