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Loving Leslie
by Sir_edward (tedjohnsonone@gmail.com)

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I have been in love with my older sister, Leslie, my 
entire life. I have loved my cousin, Leslie-Anne for 
nearly as long. My heart has always been torn between 
them. (mf-teens, youths, inc. 1st, rom)

***

I have to admit that I had rather unusual upbringing. 
It wasn't that my parents did anything strange; it's 
what went on without their knowledge. My older sister, 
Leslie and I shared a bed from the time I was almost 
two, until I was about four years old. Leslie was quite 
affectionate toward me and I loved it. I adored her. 

Our nights together were and are still very special to 
us both. Leslie told me stories and held me close. She 
cuddled and caressed me. It was wonderful. We bathed 
together until she was nearly reaching puberty. I 
remember seeing the slightest traces of pubic hair 
before we had to stop. I was crushed. I couldn't 
understand why that had to stop, and neither did 
Leslie. So every time we had the chance, we got into 
the tub together. We had secret baths all through our 
teen-age years. It was one of the joys of our lives. 
There was nothing more special than to lather one 
another up, paying special attention to those body 
parts that felt so very good when somebody rubbed them 
tenderly with a soapy hand. 

I can't tell this story without tell involving our 
cousin Annie. He name was Leslie Anne, but we called 
her Annie. She was like another sister to us. She had 
lived with us and slept in Leslie's bed for a while, 
which I resented at first. I developed a deep crush on 
my cousin and let go of my resentment.

Leslie was three years older than I was and Annie was 
almost five years older. I thought Leslie was the most 
beautiful girl in the world, with her long, straight, 
blond hair, her blue eyes and pretty smile. And as she 
matured I learned to appreciate the shape of her 
slender, athletic torso, her long shapely legs and her 
round perky breasts. And then there was that ass. I 
adored and worshiped her. She was a goddess in my eyes.

Then there was Annie; a bit shorter than Leslie, with 
slightly wavy, strawberry-blond hair, that was even 
longer than Leslie's. Annie's eye's were the same color 
blue as Leslie's, but were a little more striking, set 
against her fair, slightly freckled complexion. Annie 
was bit shapelier than Leslie, her breast were just a 
little larger, her butt was a bit rounder, still the 
finest ass I have ever seen, and her legs were somewhat 
thicker and stronger. Annie was the sexiest girl in the 
world, and they both loved me. I was a lucky boy, and I 
knew it. 

One thing I didn't know, was that Leslie and Annie fell 
in love at a very early age and I was gradually pushed 
aside, although not entirely. I found every opportunity 
to spend time in Leslie's bedroom at night and to get 
into her bed if at all possible. I would spend the 
night with Annie's younger brothers as often as I 
could, to be around Annie. 

As Leslie and Annie were getting closer and closer, I 
started chasing other girls, as a pre-pubescent boy 
should. I finally caught up with Margot.

Margot and I met at the skating rink. We all went to 
the skating rink in those days: Annie, Leslie, Annie's 
brother, Henry and Phillip, all my friends, that was 
what we did. Friday and Saturday nights were social 
skating nights. It was like dancing on ice. The boys 
that were serious skaters played hockey and the girls 
were figure skaters. 

Annie's brothers and I played hockey. Annie was a 
figure skater, and a fine figure skater at that. If she 
had gotten the right training, she might have had 
Olympic potential, she was that good. It was Annie that 
taught Leslie and me to skate. Leslie was just a 
recreational skater. She as good, but it was just fun 
for her, whereas Annie would go in during the week and 
spend hours teaching herself the moves she had seen on 
TV.

Margot was a good little skater and we had a lot of fun 
on the ice. It was off the ice that I was hoping to be 
even more fun. We flirted and she teased me until we 
found ourselves in one of the dark corners where the 
teen-agers went to make out. I had never hidden in 
those dark recesses and it was all very exciting to me. 
Margot and I kissed and played around for most of a 
Friday night. As I recall, neither Annie nor Leslie 
were there. They had been spending a lot of time 
together and Leslie had started dating Mick, who she 
later married.

I thought I was a real stud until later, when I talked 
to my buddy Chuck and found out I wasn't as smooth as I 
thought I was. 

Margot had told her girlfriend, Sandy, who told Chuck, 
that she wished that I had Frenched her. Chuck told me 
that meant that you put your tongue her in mouth, but I 
didn't believe him.

I got home before Leslie did that night and I couldn't 
wait to tell her about kissing Margot and ask her about 
"Frenching". I just lay there on my bed, fidgeting with 
anticipation. Finally, I heard her come in. She tapped 
lightly on my door, that was my invitation to visit her 
in her room. Those late night visits are some my 
greatest memories.

When I went into her room she was lighting a candle. 
She burned her finger and I kissed her for her. She 
really seemed to like that. 

She sat me down and starting brushing my hair. We both 
enjoyed that. She used to wash and brush my hair a lot 
in those days. We didn't take baths together so much, 
but washing my hair kind of replace that. I would get 
so hard while she brushed my hair, my dick would hurt. 
When I went back to my room, all I would have to do is 
touch it and I would cum.

That night all she was wearing was a shirt that was 
unbuttoned and a pair of white panties, as she brushed 
my hair. I sat with my eyes closed most of the time, 
but when I opened them I could see the curve of the 
inside of her titties, in the mirror. I wanted to see 
them so bad. I wanted to touch them. My dick was so 
hard it hurt and my balls were aching. 

Leslie moved around in front on me and knelt down. Her 
shirt opened up a little and I could see one of her 
nipples. I tried really hard not to look. She must have 
been able to tell there was something on my mind. She 
asked, "What's up with you tonight?"

"I kissed Margot tonight," I said.

"Good for you," she said, "How'd it go?"

"It was real good. We kissed a lot, but..."

"But what?"

"She told her girlfriend that she wished I'd Frenched 
her."

"Why didn't you?"

I hesitated and finally I said, "I really don't know 
how." I told her what Chuck had said and ask her if it 
was true.

She said, "There's a little more to it than that. Do 
you really want to know how to kiss a girl?"

"Yeah, I do." I told her.

Leslie led me over to her bed and sat me down. She sat 
down beside me. She moved her face to within a couple 
of inches of mine. She stared deep into my eyes. 
Without a word she tilted her head slightly and closed 
her eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening I 
closed my eyes and felt my heart start to pound She 
laid her hand behind my neck and placed her lips 
against mine. 

I remembered feeling her tongue on my lips. I parted my 
lips and felt her tongue touching mine. Her tongue went 
into my mouth. My tongue went into hers. Our tongues 
danced and writhed together. We made out for a minute 
or two. She had her hand on my thigh and I felt it 
inching toward my throbbing cock. Her blouse was 
unbuttoned and I had my hand on her side. I wanted to 
slide it up and touch her breast, but I was scared. I 
had just worked up the nerve to caress her titty when 
she pulled back.

She looked me in the eye, drew a deep breath and said, 
"You're a natural. Kiss her like that, and she'll love 
you forever."

I was stunned. I sat there with the most severe, 
erection of my life, looking at the most beautiful girl 
in the world. She stood up and walked to her dresser 
and started brushing her own hair. She looked back over 
her shoulder and bit her lower lip. She smiled at me 
and went back to brushing her hair, that gave me the 
opportunity to straighten my young manhood, and leave 
the room with some dignity.

I stepped up behind her and kissed her neck. I was 
hoping she would turn and kiss me again. She just drew 
a deep breath.

"Thanks, Les," I said on my way out. "Good Night."

"Good night Teddy,' she said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I stopped and looked back. I'll never 
forget how beautiful she was just then.

I went to my room, and soon found myself suffering my 
first case of 'blue balls'. I lay in my bed and thought 
about Leslie, without touching my hard, aching member. 
It didn't seem right. I felt a little guilty. I tried 
to think of Margot, but that didn't work. I couldn't 
get Leslie off my mind
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That night I dreamed of Leslie. She was walking toward 
me, and as she approached, her clothes melted from her. 
Soon she was standing in front of me in just a black 
bra and panties. The bra and panties disappeared and 
she stood naked in front of me. I had never seen her 
totally naked before, but I had see enough 'accidental' 
glimpses of her that I was able to assemble an accurate 
image of her naked form. She was gorgeous. She was my 
goddess. I kissed her lips and then fell to my knees. I 
placed my lips to her dark, furry delta, then I came, 
right away. I awoke expecting to find her beside me. I 
was so disappointed at not finding her there. It was my 
first wet dream. 

I was almost embarrassed to look at her the next 
morning, but she was so sweet and compassionate, that I 
fell in love with her, then and there, or maybe it was 
then that I realized that I was in love with her.

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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