Growing - Sex Stories

Growing

... standing naked in front of me for the first time in six or seven years. I was delighted to realize that her f******n-year-old breasts were well formed; soft round bulges on her chest with her nipples having darkened and spread slightly. They appeared to be sticking up. I suppose that I had seen her burgeoning breasts under her shirts but I hadn’t paid any attention; and, although for the last few years girls with virtually flat chests had started to wear ‘training bras’, I guess Mom was still too old-fashioned. Nature was allowed to take its course; she was just wearing looser tops. Between her legs, her vulva was quite prominent, no longer simply the featureless cleft of a baby girl; but, like me, she was still hairless. I was fascinated by all of it, and, flattered by my gaze, she preened and strutted before me like a model. ‘Do you want to touch?’ I nodded eagerly, and she sat down in front of me, with her legs apart. I knelt down and gently probed the cleft with my fingers, admiring the folds of the inner lips and hood; then I reached up to stroke her nipples and cup her breasts, almost overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. All the time, my midget dick was at its hardest, and, occasionally, she would tweak it as I explored her, causing me to shiver with pleasure. We heard the garage door bang and jumped. We looked at each other, startled, and then dressed quickly, giggling with mutual embarrassment, as we ran to greet Mom. Two s*s and I didn’t get an ...

... opportunity to talk about our new game again that day, but, as I lay in my bed trying to sl**p that night, my mind was flashing on all kinds of new and strange thoughts. The next day we were in school, and I didn’t see her again until we got home. She always made a big deal of avoiding me throughout the day, hanging with her bitchy girlfriends, and ignoring me totally if our paths should accidentally cross. Whilst Mom was cooking dinner, I tapped on s*s’s open bedroom door and pushed my head into the room. I would normally never have been so bold, but the new game had excited me like nothing else. ‘When are we going to play Mommies and Daddies again?’ I whispered. She looked up from her homework book, ‘Shhh…after dinner, Mom’s going to the PTA and Dad’s watching football on TV. Now buzz off, shrimp.’ I skipped back to my room, unoffended by her brusqueness; after all, she was almost always rude to me. And we were going to get to play the game…! I bolted my dinner and even helped Mom clear up to speed her departure to the PTA. Even so, it felt like a lifetime before I was tapping once again on my s****r’s bedroom door. ‘Close the door behind you, and push that box in front of it. Dad won’t come in, but just in case.’ ‘What are we going to do?’ I whispered excitedly. ‘Take off your pants and shorts.’ I complied eagerly, and watched enthralled as she revealed her secrets to me. She lay full length on her bed, completely naked, head on her pillow, with her legs apart. ‘Come here. Lie ...