Magdalena, Chapter 1

by Jackie

Maria Magdalena St. Croix was much too long a name for a twelve year old. That's why she shortened it to Meg. Her mother who had authored the extended handle was not exactly pleased with the abbreviation. That was OK with Meg who had a habit of going her own way. Most of her friends for example were just getting over their 'Barbies' while Meg had begun to discover a very adult pass time; sex. It started quite innocently last year, in the bath tub, as it does with so many girls. At first she just noticed when she was washing her chest that she got these funny feelings way down in her tummy especially when the wash cloth touched her nipples. Even though it felt kinda nice it made her a little nervous too. With each bath the time spent washing her upper body got longer. She wondered if her secret touching was the reason her nipples and the circles around them were growing so fast. Now that she'd turned twelve she could barely remember when they'd been hardly bigger than a nickel. They had become more than an inch across and were puffy like little marshmallows most of the time. The flesh underneath them was expanding too. The pubescent mounds now made their presence known when she wore one of her older T shirts that had gotten a little tight.

Meg wondered if the extra attention she'd given them was stimulating the growth. She remembered the first time, some ten or eleven months ago that she'd abandoned her standard top to bottom washing progression. That fateful day she'd gone directly from washing her chest, with special emphasis on the tight little nubs that her nips became when she touched them, to her pee-pee which was also morphing onto its adult form. The intense sensation that came with the genital contact made her jump. She didn't try it again for weeks.

'Does everybody get these feelings, or is it just me?' she wondered but at the same time she'd become fascinated with sexual development, although she didn't think of it in those terms. She was aware on the most rudimentary level that boys were very different from girls, down there. Following the lead of the older kids, including her brother Adam who was a year and a half older than her, Meg became increasingly curious about genitals. By the time her twelfth birthday was approaching she was spending significant time during each bath exploring. Touching between her legs progressed from extended washing with the cloth to direct application of the soap with her bare hand. The feelings and sensations no longer scared her although when she touched certain places, or in just the right way it still made her jump. Usually when she finished her bath she felt sort of crampy way down below her tummy for a long time.

Being a bright little girl it wasn't long before she concluded that if she was checking out everybody's crotch some of them must be checking out hers. That epiphany made her very self aware. She began noticing how much more attention people paid to her when she wore one of her shorter dresses as opposed to when she was wearing pants or jeans. It did surprise her, a little, that it wasn't just the boys and men either. But when she thought about it she realized that she was interested in checking out other girls and women, so why shouldn't they be. She was finding that when she was able to discern the outline of a boy's or a man's penis through his clothes she felt an abrupt pulse between her legs. It was similar to her experiences in the bath just not quite as intense. It was of course very rare to get any kind of indication about what the women and girls had down there but there was no doubt that the occasional glimpse of panties had pretty much the same effect as the outline of a penis.

As her own bust developed to a point where she would never be confused with a boy ever again, Meg's wandering eyes began to appreciate other women's mammary development. The women in her family all seemed to be blessed with very nicely shaped and sized breasts; not too big and not too small and in general quite firm looking.

Her favorite aunt and uncle lived clear across the country and didn't visit very often anymore. They used to live near by. That was before Uncle Rick got this new job that seemed to get everybody excited. Meg didn't really understand what it was all about. She was happy for them but at the same time she was sad that they hardly ever came to visit.

The day they arrived the twelve year old was beside herself with delight. As soon as their car stopped in the driveway she raced out and flung her arms around her uncle before he was even fully out of the car. Rick was the brother-in-law his wife Tammy was her father's older sister; much older sister. The Gibbons were twelve years older than her dad and mom.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, her developing bust mashed against his collar bone and her feet more than a foot off the ground Uncle Rick struggled to keep his balance as he hugged back "Hey Magdalena ... it's good to see you too." The embrace lasted almost half a minute. As she slid down her uncle's body she noticed the hard projection in the front of his pants. At first, like the old joke, she thought it was something in his pocket, but when she stepped back she realized what it was. Uncle Rick had a hard-on. Meg had heard about erections and what they meant but she had, to the best of her knowledge, never seen one not even through clothes. If she had looked up she would have seen the blush on her uncle's face but her eyes were riveted to the front of his pants. She was feeling that tightening sensation in her belly when her aunt intervened "Hey what about me?" the older woman called as she made her way around the car.

Aunt Tammy approached with open arms. As Meg turned toward her she leaned down to embrace her seldom seen niece. The scooped neck of Tammy's top fell away providing the twelve year old with an unobstructed view of the two large globes nestled in the white lacy cups. Her tummy was already feeling funny from seeing Uncle Rick's reaction to her hug and now she got a thrilling little jolt right between her legs at the sight of her aunt's breasts. Meg issued a little squeal from the jolt which, of course, everyone assumed was just an expression of adolescent joy. The preteen was disappointed in the hug from her aunt because in her forward leaning posture all that made contact was their shoulders and cheeks. Her aunt's hello kiss on the other hand very much fueled the fire in her lower belly. Aunt Tammy arguably meant to kiss Meg on her cheek but she apparently missed and her soft full lips wound up on the girl's ear instead. Even that wouldn't have been in anyway remarkable except for the extracurricular application of her tongue to the twelve year old's sensitive flesh. The contact of the warm wet organ on her ear trumpet sent a delicious shiver through the youngster's body. Arm in arm they approached the front of the house where Meg's smiling parents waited on the front porch.

On the back patio the beer and wine flowed. "Daddy when are you gonna get the pool ready" Meg asked looking out at the blue winter tarp still covering the large in ground swimming pool.

"Soon honey" her father responded between sips of beer. "It's been too cold to swim yet anyway" he defended. The alcohol lubricated his guilt. They'd put the pool in five years ago when Magdalena's swimming prowess began to emerge. Adam, their son, would splash around with his friends on a hot day, but for the most part couldn't care less about it. Meg on the other hand was practically never out of it. It had occurred to Bernie to check behind his daughter's ears and see if she actually had a set of gills back there.

"The Sorensons have had theirs going for a couple of weeks already." She countered referring to their next door neighbor.

"Yeah but the Sorensons are from Sweden ... they'll swim as soon as they can chip through the ice!" The adults all seemed to get a big kick out of that statement. When the laughter subsided Uncle Rick piped up,

"You mean that gorgeous Swede is still living next door?"

"She's somethin' isn't she?" Bernie St. Croix proffered as he finished his beer and immediately popped the top on another. Both women glared at their husbands. Meg decided she wasn't going to win this argument and didn't care to be around if the sparks were going to fly. Her tummy troubles seemed to have quieted down so she went in search of something more entertaining. She didn't find it and wound up in her room reading.

It was a couple of hours later that she heard a fairly loud thump like someone had fallen down and went to investigate. Rounding a corner in the upstairs hall she saw Uncle Rick staggering into the bathroom. He looked pretty drunk. Meg stood watching as he went in, didn't bother closing the door and proceeded to unzip. Her breath caught in her throat when he put his hand on the wall behind the toilet to steady himself and then reached in and extracted his organ. The nervous butterflies quickly turned to something else as she got her first view of a mature penis. She knew she should honor his privacy and go back to her room but she was rooted to the spot. The twelve year old knew nothing whatsoever about circumcision and didn't know she was looking at the uncut version. Her uncle retracted his foreskin exposing the purple head of his dick and the urine began to flow. She was mesmerized by the size. Mister Gibbons was not overly well hung but to the girl who had only seven or eight year old memories of her brother's penis for comparison it was huge. The crampy feeling in her tummy was accompanied by something like an itch right between her legs.

She was about to squeeze her girlhood when she felt something, someone, directly behind her and jumped back. The startled reaction put her right up against her Aunt Tammy. She felt the older woman's breasts squish against her shoulder blades and the soft lips that had caressed her ear in the driveway were doing a replay. "Have you ever seen a dick before?" her aunt asked. Her speech was slightly slurred and Meg caught the smell of alcohol on her breath. The shocked, embarrassed and, though she didn't know it, horny girl could only moan as a reply. "Pretty little thing like you is gonna see lots of 'em" her aunt whispered as her uncle shook off the last drops. As the head of the organ bobbed it was like pulses of electricity in her crotch. "Do ya feel it right here" Tammy asked thickly as she reached around and grabbed the girl's mons. The jolt of pleasure forced a loud squeal out of the preteen. As soon as she'd made the sound she expected her uncle to look in their direction, but he was too far gone. He stumbled out of the bathroom, barely made the turn into the guest bedroom and disappeared.

Her aunt released her hold and walked by her toward the vacated convenience. Meg stood dumbfounded as her aunt also deliberately forfeited her privacy by not closing the door. The older woman pulled her shorts and panties right down to her ankles and sat down on the toilet. The captivated young girl got a brief view of the bushy brown hair around her aunt's sex before she sat down. When the pee started to splash in the bowl Meg's upbringing in modesty told her to go, but the physical contact with her aunt had left her slightly dizzy. She wasn't sure she could walk.

What happened next would later seem like a dream. Tammy collected some toilet tissue but instead of reaching between her legs to wipe she shifted her hips forward until she was sitting on the very outer edge of the seat. There, perched precariously, she moved her right thigh radically outward. The commode was at ninety degrees to the door so by opening her legs this way she effectively pointed her womanhood directly at her audience of one. A little thunderstorm, complete with sporadic lightning flashes, started up inside Magdalena's cargo shorts and she had to hold her crotch to staunch the feelings. Her eyes were riveted to her aunt's fully exposed vulva as the older woman wiped herself. The hand with the toilet paper had obscured the view but when Tammy reached behind herself to drop the tissue into the bowl Meg was able to see every detail. The exhibitionist ran her fingers through the dark brown curls and actually applied enough outward pressure with her fingers to expose the pinkness of the inner crease.

The twelve year old was completely breathless. She had never seen adult genitalia of either sex before and in less than five minutes she'd had that missing experience completely rectified. Her aunt stepped out of her bottoms and left her shorts and panties on the floor while she washed her hands. When the older woman stooped to collect the discarded clothing the view of the mature ass gave Meg one last thrill before the half naked woman staggered into the guest room bumping into the door post on the way.

Magdalena was drunk in her own way. She finally managed to uproot herself and weave unsteadily back to her room. There she threw herself on her bed and shoved her pillow between he legs. The pressure in her pelvis had become unbearable and her hips moved involuntarily in a rocking motion. Images of the adult genitals swam behind her closed eyelids. She felt warm, really warm, all over then she felt the spasm almost like someone had punched her just above her pubic bone. She didn't recognize the repeated clenching as her uterus contracting. The multiple body blows were accompanied by an intense wave of heat and pleasure. Meg turned her head and buried her face in the bedspread to stifle the scream that was erupting.

When the spasms finally decreased in intensity they were replaced by waves of serene contentment. A word she'd heard a few times but had no context for came into her endorphin soaked brain 'orgasm ... I just had my first orgasm... ' Meg lay in the contented afterglow for several minutes. She was vaguely aware that she was making a humming sound as she felt the luxurious feeling gradually fading.

The twelve year old finally separated herself from her pillow and tentatively reached down to touch her almost numb feeling mons. The crotch of her denim cargo shorts was damp, wet in fact. She wondered if she'd peed herself in the excitement. She didn't think so. Nevertheless she needed to clean up.

In the washroom she followed normal protocol; she closed the door and locked it before she stripped. If her shorts were wet then her panties were saturated. The denim flew into the hamper. She was about to toss the cotton underpants when the unique aroma hit her. It wasn't strong so she brought the soggy cotton closer to her nose and inhaled. The musky sweet scent made her head spin again. She sniffed at her underwear for nearly a minute becoming slightly intoxicated by the fragrance before finally tossing the soiled panties on top of the shorts.

In the shower Magdalena turned the events of the last hour or so over in her mind. She was a bright young thing and surprisingly analytical. Seeing her aunt and uncle's genitals had put her into such a state of arousal... 'That must happen to other people too... ' she reasoned. Uncle Rick had been drunk and oblivious but Aunt Tammy, even though she was pretty tipsy, knew exactly what she was doing. In attempting to analyze the first question why, 'why did she expose herself like that?' her thoughts detoured as she was soaping under the warm spray ' ... she's done it before... ' that didn't really address the 'why' question. The simplest answer was normally the best 'because she wanted me to see her pussy ... why?' it came to her as she turned off the shower ' ... because she knew it would turn me on ... she wanted to get me going.' "Well it sure worked" Meg said to herself out loud as she dried her hair. Aunt Tammy's breathless words came back to her ' ... do ya feel it right here... ' the older woman had said just before she'd touched her.

The memory of that touch made her hips clench. It was so much better, more exciting than when she touched herself. Recalling the first sexually motivated contact by another person made her feel dizzy again. It had been so brief and so muted with the thick denim in the way... 'what if she'd actually touched me ... right on my... ' the imaged contact made her moan and rub the towel harder between her legs. The warm crampy feeling was coming back. Meg decided it wasn't a good idea to stay in the bathroom too long so she competed the task of drying then she took a fresh towel and wrapped it around her nakedness.

Outside the bathroom she glanced through the open door into the guest bedroom. What she saw stopped her in her tracks. Her uncle and aunt were on the bed both snoring loudly. Aunt Tammy, closest to the door was naked. The well proportioned and fit, just a year and a bit shy of her fiftieth birthday, woman was on her back. The pre-teen was fascinated by the opportunity to get a closer look at her aunt's treasures. Tip toeing across the room Magdalena looked down on the sleeping woman. The large breasts that had pressed so tantalizingly against her back while she was peeping on her uncle lolled to the outsides of the fair skinned woman's ribs. The large pinkish brown areolas looked pretty much flat except for the button sized protrusion in their center. Scanning down over the fairly flat tummy the pre-teen's eyes arrived at the furry clump between her aunt's legs. Her father's sister was sort of spread eagle, her feet were quite wide apart.

Meg repositioned herself at the end of the bed and peered between the comatose woman's legs. She realized that the hair, especially around the pouty lips was not as thick as she thought it was when she'd viewed it from her hallway vantage point. The tangled curls made the outer lips hard to see clearly but the inner lips with their intricate folds were quite visible and exciting. The warm crampy feeling that had started while she was drying herself reasserted. Leaning in a little closer Magdalena's mind tumbled with different emotions and feelings.

The twelve year old now recognized the signs of her sexual arousal but her excitement was dampened by feelings of shame for invading her aunt's privacy like this ' ... she wants me to see it ... she deliberately showed it to me... ' Meg reasoned as she suddenly became aware of the fragrance, not unlike the one she'd encountered on her panties. Inhaling deeply to capture the faint scent she felt her pussy twitch and decided that it was similar to her own but a little more pungent and musky. She lost herself in the arousing sight and smell until her uncle stirred and snorted. The poor girl nearly had a heart attack! She was out the door of the guest room and sprinting down the hall so fast that her towel came unfastened and would have fallen off had she not grabbed it at the last second. She threw her bedroom door shut and fell on her bed panting.

She wasn't really aware of it yet but she'd had at least three pivotal, life changing experiences that fateful afternoon. The first was realization that she had more than a passing curiosity about, and sexual attraction to other females. Second was that another human's touch was so much more thrilling than her own. Third, and maybe the most powerful, was the realization that she found exhibitionism, flashing as it were, to be very exciting; no more than exciting, electrifying, quintessentially erotic. The thought that she might be able to cause the reactions she'd just experienced in someone else, by showing off her goodies, was blowing her mind.