("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Two Leslies - 3 by Leslie Moore (leslietoo2@gmail.com) *** My cousin/lover and I get caught putting on a show. (FF-teens, inc, mast, exh) *** It was another special afternoon at Annie's that Saturday. We had gone her room to listen to records and she had a new outfit she wanted to show me. We couldn't resist kissing one another as soon as her door was closed and locked. Annie was a teen-ager then and I had reached puberty. I had my own small breasts with tender nipples and downy pubic hair on my little pussy. I would be starting junior high school in the fall and would do all the lady-like things Annie had done two years before. Annie had given me my first orgasm, long before, and we had discovered so many ways to please one another. We really enjoyed brushing the hair on each others pussies. We would lie on the bed, on our sides, facing each other, head to toe, with one leg bent our twats exposed, grooming each other. The thin sparse hair on my little pussy wasn't enough to brush, but I loved the feeling of the soft bristles of Annie's brush. It was as if that one brush was made just for my delicate little twat. It was so soft, and Annie used it so gently. Our grooming would usually evolve into gentle caressing and fingering and maybe kissing of thighs and tender parts. That was before we had discovered cunnilingus. We had heard of it, but neither of had the worked up the nerve to go beyond a little pussy kiss. That Saturday, we kissed and fondled each other for several minute. I had my tongue in Annie's mouth and my hand on her cute little ass when she pulled away. "You haven't seen my new outfit," she gasped, and ran to the closet. She pulled out a cute little skirt and blouse that she had bought to wear the first day of school. She tossed them on the bed and started to get undressed. I put on a record and Annie started to dance as she took off her clothes. She was putting on a little strip-tease for me. She danced and slowly shed her clothes until she was in just her pink, cotton panties, dancing to the music and driving me insane. I thought she was the cutest girl ever. She was the essence of sexy to me. As Annie danced around in the afternoon sunlight I got more and more aroused. She danced closer to me, took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. I danced with my Annie and she began to undress me. I followed her lead and did the strip-tease just like she had done. Annie danced past the window and we heard a whoop from the yard. It was her brother Phillip. She pulled me near the window and Phillip's twin let loose a loud wolf whistle. I was thrilled to think of a boy getting excited at the sight of my body. We danced away from the window and back again, glancing at the boys, Phillip, Henry and my own brother, Teddy, gawking and elbowing one another. Annie moved to the window and shook her cute little butt at them, then urged me to do the same. When I got to the window, I saw the boys running away. I froze. Annie looked at me, bewildered, she danced to the window. She looked me in the eye and fear gripped her as we heard the footsteps approaching. The sound of Darlene's stomps on the wooden floor belied her small stature. One might have thought a large man was advancing toward Annie's door. We snatched up our clothes but weren't able to even begin to get dressed before Darlene burst through the door, the flimsy lock meant nothing. Darlene was screaming at the top of her lungs from the moment she entered the room. She said that were acting like all sorts of despicable women; whores, sluts, jezebels, temptresses and the like. We were better than that. Darlene snatched Annie's clothes from her hands and threw them on the floor, as she slapped Annie and shoved her to the bed, where I sat, clutching my own clothes, trying to cover myself. Annie sat beside me, fighting to hold back her tears. Annie looked more angry and defiant than fearful. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, consumed with fear and shame. Darlene stood before us and continued to lecture and deride us, while I kept weeping and Annie kept up her defiance. "I'll tan your hides," she screamed, "The both of ya. That'll teach ya!" She stomped out. Neither of us budged. A single tear trickled from Annie's eye as she gathered a ragged breath. I was a mess. I struggled to catch my breath between sobs. We both knew what was coming. Darlene burst back into Annie's room, wielding a man's leather belt. We had both had enough whippings to know what to do. We knelt on the floor, beside the bed and leaned forward. Darlene showed some mercy, having received her share of whippings as a girl. Darlene never struck us above the waist. That might not seem all that merciful, but she didn't hit us across our backs. She whipped our butts and the backs of our legs. I shrieked and cried after only a few lashes. Darlene soon relented and turned her attention to Annie. Annie felt she had to show tough she was and refused to cry. Darlene took that as a challenge and the result was brutal to witness. I knelt beside Annie, crying for her, as Darlene delivered lash after lash, before Annie finally succumbed and let out a sob. Darlene stopped. I'm sure she was relieved not to have to continue. Darlene left the room, dragging he belt on the floor. I threw my arm over Annie's shoulders and pulled he close to me. Annie cut loose and cried, but only for a minute. We knelt there and cried and shivered for awhile before Annie stood up and got dressed. I put on my own clothes and went home, without saying a word. I tried to take a bath but I couldn't sit in the tub, so I just went to bed and lay prostrate, naked across my mattress. I cried myself to sleep. It was shortly after dark that I felt my bed moving and I heard a gentle voice whisper, "Are you alright?" It was Teddy. "Les?" He said softly, "Are you OK? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble." "Teddy?" I asked. "Yeah Les. It's me. I'm sorry." "None of this your fault, Teddy," I whispered, "You don't have to be sorry about anything." "If we didn't make so much noise, Darlene wouldn't have known and..." "S-h-h," I said, "You didn't do anything wrong. It was Annie and me that..." "I love you Leslie," Teddy interjected. "I love you too, Teddy." "Does it hurt?" "Yeah," I said, "It burns. Will you blow on it?" "OK," he said and moved down near my thighs and began to gently blow on my wounds. It was so soothing. After a moment, I said, "Kiss them Teddy, please." He never hesitated. He bent down and tenderly placed his lips against a wound just above the back of my knee. His lips lingered for less than a second. There was a sting and then relief. It might have been my imagination, but it felt better after Teddy's kiss. He continued, one welt after another, gently kissing each red, burning stripe on my flesh, stinging my skin for a fraction of a second and leaving behind his soothing relief. He worked his way up the back of my thighs until he reached the delicate flesh of my butt. He paid special, delicate attention to those wounds. His lips barely grazed them, gracing them with the magical, healing powers, I imagined that he had. As imaginary as his healing powers might have been that night, they couldn't have been more real to me. "Teddy," I whispered, "Will you put some ointment on me?" Teddy knew which ointment I meant. There was a jar in our medicine chest, made of blue glass, that our family used for wounds of the flesh. Teddy fetched it, in an instant. When Teddy returned with the jar of ointment, he positioned himself between my naked legs and applied the first dab to the wound just above my knee, the one he first kissed. It was cool and comforting. His touch could not have been more gentle. He spread the salve smoothly across the welt. I sighed, softly. He continued his healing work in silence. He spread the soothing salve on each and every burning stripe along the back of my legs. When Teddy reached by butt, he paused, and we both contemplated our situation. I scooted back, raising my butt up to him. He went back to his healing practice, applying generous amounts of his balm to my bum. He spread the salve and gently worked it into my wounded flesh as I touched and massaged my dripping pussy. What had begun as a healing process had turned into a very encounter. Teddy smoothed the ointment into the wounds on my butt as I fingered my pussy and manipulated my clit. Within minutes I began to tremble and shake as the throes of orgasm overtook me. I collapsed in ecstasy and completely relaxed. Once I caught my breath, I asked Teddy to lay by me. He did. I don't think he ever understood how powerful his healing powers were that night. *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 60