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(gg, ff, youths, inc) *** When I was a little girl, about five years old, my cousin, Darlene, divorced her husband, left West Virginia and moved in with my family. She brought along her three children. Darlene was my first cousin-once removed. Her children then, were my first cousins-twice removed, some would call them third cousins. Her eldest was a daughter, named Leslie, like me. She was six-and- half at the time, almost seven. Darlene also had twin boys, Henry and Phillip, who were my age, they were five. Then there was my little brother, Teddy, who was had just turned three. Darlene was sixteen when Leslie was born, and almost eighteen when she had the twins. She married their dad, Bobby, just before the twins were born. Bobby was a low-life. He worked and supported Darlene and the kids, but was not a good husband, or father. He drank and laid about, and was known to beat Darlene. Darlene would defend herself, though. Bobby didn't win all the fights he started with Darlene. She had hit Bobby with lamps, small appliances, an iron skillet, had thrown hot grease on him, and, on one occasion, had chased him from the house with a meat cleaver. I hadn't really known my cousin Darlene well, but I'd always thought she was a cool chick. She was pretty and sexy, and tough. Darlene was a bad-ass. Everybody loved Darlene. Bobby, on the other hand was merely tolerated. I was excited when Darlene and her kids moved in with us. I didn't give a thought to the circumstances that had led to her leaving Bobby. Darlene slept on the couch, while Leslie slept in my bed, and the twins shared a bed with Teddy. They stored their stuff in our basement. Leslie clung to me and held me tight, throughout those nights. I never realized how much she needed that closeness. I didn't need it like she did, I just enjoyed it. I grew to love her. It was fun to have another little girl in the house, and another Leslie at that. The cuteness of "Two Leslies" got old pretty quick, not to mention a little confusing. Darlene called her Leslie, "Leslie Anne", Anne being her middle name. My middle name was Carol, but that never came up. So we had Leslie, that was me, and Leslie-Anne. I started calling her Annie and that caught on. So then it was Leslie and Annie. We were inseparable. Darlene got a job right away, and it wasn't long before she rented a little house not far from ours. Annie and I stayed close throughout our childhood years, and as teen-agers. We learned a lot from one another. I taught Annie how to stop talking like a hill-billy, to stop saying things like "yins" and to call those digits on her hands "fingers", not "fangers". Annie was a bit of a tomboy and could beat up both of her brothers, even if they ganged up on her. She taught me how to fight and I taught her how to act like a girl. We would "wrassle" in the yard until we were dirty and exhausted, then go into the house and take a bath together. We would wash one another from head to toe and then brush each other's hair, and dress up pretty and prance around like little ladies. Annie learned well. She learned to speak like the rest of us kids, before she to went to school with us, and could be very lady-like, when she pleased. She could also be one of the boys, when she wanted. This served her well, later on, when she discovered boys and became "boy crazy" as my mother called her. Annie was a bright and precocious child. She was exposed to a lot of adult conversation, especially as the daughter of a young, single mother. Darlene was a grown woman, and a mother of three, in my eyes, but I didn't realize how young she was. She was only twenty- three at that time she and her kids moved in with us. Once Darlene had set up her home in her little house, she had gathered a circle of friends. Her friends included other single girls, some of them divorced, and some of her neighbors, who were housewives. Annie would eavesdrop on the conversations these ladies would share and spy on Darlene and her dates when she brought them home. She learned a lot from those exchanges and from the things she saw. And she would enlighten me with what she'd learned. We played all the things that little girls play. We played with dolls. We played house, taking turns being the mommy, with the other being the daddy, or the baby, if we were playing single mommy house. Either way, it ended up with mommy and daddy, or mommy and baby going to bed and snuggling. Annie always held me so close, as if she never wanted to let me go. I loved the way she held me and I clung to her as well. I loved her more and more as time went by. We played doctor, and would perform operations on each other. By and by, each doctor had delicately operated on nearly every body part of her respective patient. We knew every inch of one another. I often slept over at Annie's and we would hold each other tight, all night long. We would caress one another and nuzzle our noses into each other's necks. Our cuddling and caressing became more and more intimate as time went by. I remember one day in particular. Annie and I had played hard all day. We were at Annie's house so we played her way, a lot of rough and tumble stuff. Annie liked to wrestle, so we wrestled a lot. I didn't like that stuff much, but I learned how to fight from her. Sometimes we would even box. She gave me a bloody nose once. That particular day we were wrestling when we were called in to supper. We ran upstairs and took a bath together. We washed each other from head to foot. Annie was reaching puberty and I thought her body was beautiful. She was developing breasts and she was so proud of them and I was so envious. She assured me that my young breasts would grow soon. She was sprouting pubic hair, which I thought was cool, but she said it was a pain to shave her armpits, and she dreaded the thought of shaving her legs when school started. She said that having a period was just gross. She told me that my slender little body was pretty. She looked my naked, wet body up and down, then kissed my mouth. Annie was forever doing things like that. She would pinch, or pat my butt, or kiss my mouth, or my neck. I loved it when she did those things, I just didn't understand it. No one else did things like that. That was just Annie's way. Annie loved me and I loved Annie. After supper we brushed one another's hair and played dress up. This was my sort of play. Annie taught me how to fight and not be a push-over, and I taught her how to be a girl, and not to be such a tom-boy. Once we'd gone to bed, we talked in the dark, but she had worn me out and soon I fell asleep. I woke up after a while to feel the bed gently rocking. I looked over to see Annie, in the dim light, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I saw the sheets rising and falling below her waist and I heard her grunting, rhythmically. I watched for a minute and then had to ask, "Are you OK?" "Shut up!" she whispered, and panted in rhythm with the motion below the sheets. "What are you doin'?" I asked. "I'm diddlin' myself," she said, "Now hush." "You're what?" The motion below the sheets stopped and her breathing slowed. After a minute she whispered, "You'll understand soon, that when a girl gets horny she has to do something about it." "Horny?" "It's when you feel like you need sex." "You need sex?" "You'll see, real soon, that sometimes you need sex, so a girl has to diddle herself." "Is that sex?" "Not really, but I don't have a boy to have sex with." "What if you did?" "I'd let him fuck me." "What?" "I'd let him put his hard dick in my pussy and fuck me. You know, I've told you all about it." Annie had explained sex to me in great detail. I loved to hear her explain those things to me. I thought she was so smart and she sounded so grown up, talking about pussies and dicks. It thrilled me to hear those things. I didn't understand how it worked, and now it had reached a very personal level. She was talking about some one having sex with her. The intimate nature of it had me tingling. "What about me?" I asked. "You'll have to find your own hard dick," Annie chuckled and I noticed the motion below the sheets had resumed. "What are you doing?" I asked again. She pulled down the sheets to expose her hand massaging her young pussy. It looked as though two of her fingers were buried inside her. She pulled her feet up under her butt and raised her hips. I felt my own little pussy twinge. I was suddenly full of new sensations. "I think I'm getting horny," I said. "Then touch yourself." I put my hand on my own little box and began to stroke it. It felt good. I rubbed my pussy up and down as I watched Annie diddle herself. I tried to put my fingers inside but they wouldn't go. "I can't get my finger in," I whined. "You're probably just dry, Baby," she said, "When you get really horny, your pussy gets juicy." "Juicy?" "Yeah," she moaned, "Here." With that she took my hand and laid on her twat. It was hot and wet. I felt her juices seeping from her. I ran my hand back and forth. I loved the feel of the soft, downy hair on her twat. My finger easily slid up into her slit. She pulled my hand away and rubbed her juice on my little twat, then brought it to her mouth. She sucked my finger and placed it back on my pussy, dripping with her saliva. She used two of her fingers and spread the lips of my pussy farther than they had ever parted. My wet finger touched parts of me that had never been touched. I slid the tip in deeper. It was glorious. I began to stroke myself and Annie dove back into her own pussy. When I felt myself getting dry, I offered my fingers to Annie and she would suck them and get them wet for me, and I would slip them back into my pussy. We moved closer and closer together. Annie threw her left leg over my right. I was brushing her leg as I stoked my pussy. Before long my little twat became irritated, so I stopped diddling myself and started stroking Annie's thigh as she diddled herself. After a while, Annie's breaths came faster and faster, until she was almost panting. She rolled over pressed her body against mine and began to tremble. "Are you OK?" I asked. "I'm cummin', Leslie!" "But you're already here," I said. She had told me that boys cum, but she never said anything about girls cumming. "Shut up, you little dummy," she said and she bit my neck. She kept nibbling at my neck as she continued to tremble and pant. She broke into a sweat. She wrapped her arms around me pulled me as close to her as she could. I loved the feel of her biting my neck. I loved the feel of her little titties pressed against me. She pressed her thigh against my tender, little twat. I loved that too. She had pushed her hot, wet pussy against my leg. I loved that the most. Once her trembling had subsided, Annie kissed my lips and whispered, "That was the best one ever! I love you, Leslie." "I love you too, Annie," I meant that with all my heart, although I didn't understand what she had just experienced. We held each other so tight that we could barely breath for several minutes. We relaxed our grip enough to allow us to breath, and fell asleep. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60