Brenda Shows Me

by Robyn

I discovered my pussy (though I didn't know it was called that) a little before I was 12. We were on a camping trip and I'd gotten a bug bite right at the top of my right thigh, around toward the inside. When I was standing up, I'd reach around the outside of my leg and scratch it with my right hand. But one time I was sitting down, and it seemed easier to reach by lifting my leg a little and reaching between my legs with my left hand.

So there I was, scratching my bug bite with my fingers, with the heel of my left hand right in my crotch. All of a sudden there was this other feeling. I could hardly believe it! I stopped from surprise, then realized that the good feeling had happened because of the rubbing, and I started in again.

My mom saw me, and asked me sharply what I was doing. I told her I was scratching a bug bite, and she told me in no uncertain terms to do it with my other hand. I didn't really understand, but I gathered that rubbing between my legs was not something I was supposed to do, at least not if anyone could see me doing it.

From then on, I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy when I was alone. No one ever said to me that I wasn't supposed to do it in private. No one ever said anything about it at all.

A few months later, it occurred to me that I must not be the only one who felt good from putting her fingers between her legs. I guessed that people just didn't talk about it, so I didn't either. But I couldn't help wondering if various of my friends were doing it. For example, I'd think of my friend Sarah next door. She was in my class, and I was at her house a lot. As I fingered myself in my bed, I'd wonder whether maybe she had her fingers down there at that very same moment. Somehow, that was an exciting thought.

I would imagine myself standing in her room watching her. It was winter when I started doing this, and I knew she'd be under the covers. But in my imagination I'd pretend that her house was very warm, and that she'd kicked the covers off. I'd already have pictured here with her panties off, and tried hard to see in my mind's eye her bare legs, the somewhat hairy patch between them, and her little fingers working away. (I didn't have much hair then, so of course I imagined hers to be like mine.)

One day I got the idea that I could almost see what I was imagining, by looking at myself in a mirror. My parents had a big one on the back of the door to their bedroom. Of course, that meant I couldn't use it; and when they went out, they would get a babysitter or, as they put it now, "someone to keep me company" while they were out.

But one time they wanted to go to shop for something and were only going to be gone for an hour in the afternoon. As soon as I was sure they were gone, I went to their bedroom, closed the door, put a chair in front of the mirror and took down my pants. I sat down and watched myself put my fingers on me and in me. It was so stimulating to see this opening that gave me so much pleasure at the same time that I was rubbing it and spreading my juices all over it.. I had, of course, felt my wetness before, but I'd never seen myself glistening and my little curls being matted down with the moisture. I felt deliciously naughty, and it didn't take me long to come to the most satisfying climax I had ever had.

Besides hanging out with Sarah a lot, I sometimes went to her house for a sleepover with three or four other girls. Of course, we talked a lot about who was doing what with whom, and I'd feel like touching myself long before we finally got quiet and went to sleep. I would always give myself some pleasure when we turned in, but to this day I can't help making some noise when I get really excited, so I wouldn't rub myself for very long.

Sarah's fifteen year old sister Brenda usually didn't hang out with us when there was a sleepover. One time, though, we had gotten a movie she wanted to see, so she was there during the movie, and for a little while before and after.

She had gotten ready for bed, and she was wearing a nightshirt. It was just a T shirt that was a few sizes too big, and reached about halfway down her thighs when she was standing up. When she sat down, it was shorter.

Before the movie started, she was sitting on a couch, and I was on the floor more or less facing her. I wasn't really looking, but my eye fell between her legs, and I noticed that I didn't see any panties. Suddenly, I got real curious. Was I just not seeing far enough up? Or was she really not wearing any panties? I started to feel good between my own legs, and this time, I deliberately looked to find out if she was truly bare under her shirt. I still didn't see any panties, but it took me several looks before I was quite convinced that she wasn't wearing any. In fact, it wasn't until she moved a little, and ended up with her legs a little farther apart and her shirt a little higher up her thighs, that I became sure that she was open to the air.

Later on, I thought of her nakedness down there while I fingered myself. I had an intense feeling, and it was a real effort to restrain myself from bringing myself to full ecstasy. I kept thinking that perhaps she had her hand up under her shirt at that very moment, in this very house. I fantasized about going to her bedroom and peeking -- but I didn't have the nerve to do any such thing.

A couple months later it was summer, and I was over at Sarah's hanging out at her pool. Brenda was there too. Her mom came out and explained that Sarah had a dental appointment and it was time for Sarah to get out of her bathing suit and go. I got up to leave too, but Sarah's mom said it would be ok for me to stay, if Brenda would agree to stay beside the pool at all times that I was in the water. She made a real big deal about how Brenda had to stay within sight of me as long as I was near the pool, and Brenda agreed that she would keep an eye on me.

Brenda and I were sunning ourselves when Sarah and her mom left for the dentist's. They hadn't been gone long when Brenda said "So, did you see what you wanted to see?" I had no idea what she was talking about. I don't think she really expected me to, because when she saw my puzzled look she went right on to explain.

"You know . . that time you were here for a sleepover and I watched a movie with you? I noticed you were looking at my pussy. I'm asking whether you got to see what you wanted to see."

"Oh," I said, blushing, "I'm sorry! I didn't really mean to stare at you. I didn't realize you'd noticed. Please don't hate me!"

"It's ok, relax. I don't hate you. In fact, I moved a little so I could help you get a better look. I just want to know whether you were satisfied with what you could see."

"Well, I didn't really see that much," I said. "I thought you weren't wearing any panties, and I was just curious as to whether I was right. I didn't mean to look at your legs."

"You mean you didn't mean to look at my pussy? Or maybe you don't know that's what it's called?"

"Pussy? Is that really what you call the opening between your legs?

"Oh, you really are naïve, aren't you? Yes, pussy is what it's called. So, did you get a good look at my pussy?"

"Not really. I was pretty sure you didn't have any panties on, but I couldn't really see that much."

"Well, would you like to see my pussy now?

"You mean right out here?"

"No, no of course not. We can go in my room and I'll take off my bottoms and let you get a good look at my pussy. I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you."

What could I say? I'd been aroused and embarrassed by our conversation, and ever since she said she'd moved to let me get a better look, I'd started getting wet. Of course I wanted her to show me her pussy! But did I dare admit it? I settled for saying that if she would like to show me her . . . um, pussy, I'd be glad to see it.

She got up, and I followed her to her room. My suit was a little wet, so she got a towel, and put it about the middle of her bed. "Have a seat," she said. As I sat down, she took the bottom of her two-piece off. She had her back to me, so what I saw first was her bare ass cheeks.

I don't think she was being shy -- she was just facing the chair where she stowed her suit. She turned around and sat near the head of her bed, sort of on the edge. She kept one foot on the floor while she raised her other leg and stretched it out on the bed. She lay back a little, put her hands on her thighs and pulled them apart.

My eyes were glued to the first pussy I'd ever seen, except my own in the mirror. Brenda had more hair down there than I did, which I guess is why she wore a two-piece with short shorts for the bottom instead of a real bikini like mine. She pulled the hair apart, which had the effect of separating her outer lips, and giving me a view of her inner folds. I could see that they were glistening. Then she said "Do you like what you see?"

By this time, I was so excited that I hardly trusted myself to speak. I wanted in the worst way to put my fingers between my legs, but I didn't have the nerve. I finally managed to croak out "Yes, it's really sexy."

"You can look closer if you want."

I leaned in a little, and she spread her lips farther apart. I could see the delicate inside of her pussy now, and noticed that her clitoris was more prominent than mine. I could see all the way into the opening of her pussy hole. I got a whiff of her arousal. I thought of getting right up to it and giving it a good sniff. I was pretty close already and I wouldn't have had to move much, but I just didn't have the nerve to put my head right down there between her legs.

"Would you like so see me touch it?" she asked.

I was still tongue-tied, but I nodded yes. She said "OK, I'll do that for you, but you have to play fair." I asked her what she meant, and she told me that she was feeling a little one sided, and that if she was going to play with her pussy for me, I should at least show her my pussy too.

In my fantasizing, I had never imagined myself having another girl look at me, and I was somewhat taken aback. But after all, she had a point. It was only fair for me to show her my pussy, since she'd been so good about displaying herself for me. Besides, I really did want to see her touch herself. I was hoping that when she said that, she really meant that she would rub herself.

So, it didn't take me long to decide to get up and take my own bottom off. I sat back down, mirroring her position. It was a little awkward, and at one point the leg I had up on the bed touched hers. I recoiled, but she said it was ok, and so we ended up facing each other with my leg resting inside and up against hers. It was a good thing I was shorter than she was -- my foot was about six inches from her pussy.

I thought she would start fingering herself then, but instead she said she didn't realize until she saw me how funny it looked to be sitting there with her bottom off and her top still on. With that, she undid her top, took it off, and threw it on the chair with her shorts.

Of course, I knew that I should take mine off too, but I hesitated. I was budding out, but I didn't really have much up there, while Brenda had a respectable B-cup endowment. She sensed my hesitation. "Don't worry," she said, you're younger than I am, I promise you I'll think they're sexy." What could I say to that? I too, took off my top.

Now Brenda started to fondle her pussy. She must have been getting awfully aroused, because she went at it in good earnest, and it was only a moment before she started gasping and moaning. This was no just showing the little girl next door how an experienced girl might look when she was doing herself. This was Brenda giving herself her private pleasure under my avid gaze.

She was looking at me the whole time, and of course, I was getting plenty excited. I could feel the wetness gathering in my own pussy, and started thinking how much fun it was going to be when I got home. As if reading my mind, Brenda said "It's ok, you know, if you want to touch yourself too."

I had been thinking of Brenda as being really nice to me, but now I realized that the whole thing had been her way of getting naked with me. At first I felt embarrassed, I mean, I knew I was naked and she was looking at me before, but now I felt naked before her. I got all self-conscious of my little buds. They were more than just nipples, but not much more, just little fleshy cones that stuck out just enough to make my nipples look as if they were pointing forward. How could a girl with real tits get off on looking at a girl like me?

But then I remembered that she'd said she'd think they're sexy. Judging by her sighs, I thought that well, maybe she is getting hot because of me. Since she was making me so hot, I thought I could return the favor. And besides, getting my hand in my pussy was what I really wanted to do! So after just a moment's hesitation, I put my hand down there and began to rub it.

It was as wet as I'd thought it was, and the moment I actually touched myself, I was as aroused as Brenda was. I didn't care about what Brenda thought any more. I just looked at her body and watched her fingering herself and lost myself in the pleasure of seeing her and feeling the sensations that I was giving myself.

We were both panting and moaning. I could feel that my cumming was not far away, and I could see that Brenda was jerking and stopping and then suddenly rubbing faster. She gasped and let out a loud sigh; and then she was bucking uncontrollably in her ecstasy. I felt my own pussy filling with pleasure, and then I too was out of control, bouncing on the bed and groaning and feeling overwhelmed by the guilt of being naked with another girl and the exquisite sensations that were coursing through my body.

A few moments later, Brenda leaned toward me, moving her hand up my leg as she did so. She said that we had better get back in our bathing suits and go outside. But first, she said "I just can't resist feeling those sexy little tits of yours." She didn't wait for any reply, her hands were on my little buds, and then she leaned down and kissed each one. "Something I'll have to remember," she said; and then she gave me a quick, hard kiss on my lips. I was taken by surprise, but instinctively I kissed her back.

Then she broke the kiss and got up, saying we'd have to do this again, but that we must never tell anyone what we'd just been doing. Not even Sarah -- no, especially not Sarah. She made a big point about never touching each other, or ourselves when anyone else was around. I think she was worried that I might start rubbing my pussy out by the pool!

We went out and she hopped in the pool. I wasn't eager, but she said that we had better look like we'd been swimming when Sarah and her mom got home, so I got in too.

When we heard them in the driveway, Brenda told me not to wear out my pussy when I got home, and giggled a little. Then she was all Big Sister being lifeguard for Sarah's friend.