Virginia Ryder: Little Kimberly_s Family Fun

My look cut her off.

“Amy-It's not like you'veneverhad a cock in you. I know youhave.”

That was true.

Amy was obsessed with the seemingly always-stiff penis of her 12-year-old brother, Paul, continually giving him intense sexual attention, which her irritating jerk of a brother might or mightnothave appreciated-he was probably too self-centered to think much about it. She even drew pictures of it for me, his skinny young cock, showing what it looked like standing up, stiff and veined, with white stuff coming out the end, in several different, quite flattering, perspectives.

She really did have artistic talent, I'd realized then.

Anyway, over these last two years, Amy had made a hobby, more like a career, actually, of kissing it, licking it, sucking it and jacking it off. She loved rubbing the velvety swollen head of her brother's cock against her slippery clit until both she and he climaxed, his cum shooting in hot, white-beaded spurts onto her smooth pubic mound or flat tummy, but never, ever, getting any of it into her slippery wet pussy itself (she prayed!).

“That doesn't count!” she protested. “Paul's never fucked me! Not inside, not all the way in-”

“I don't believe you!” I laughed. “Hehadto fuck you, all the way in-you couldn't get his stiff dick pressed against your pussy all those times and not try it! Believe me, I know-”

“We didn't!” she insisted. “I'm still a virgin!” She shrugged. “We just do it in my butt sometimes…”

That was true as well.

Amy had learned, like me, she could have an orgasm getting fingered or fucked in her anus, sometimes without even touching her clit. She'd also learned she was extremely well-suited to that particular activity. In fact, the first time she and Paul had anal sex, her brother used enough KY-jelly on her rubbery little asshole to eventually get two fingers (and then the tips of three) into her as he opened her up. He followed this by getting his slender cockentirelyup her narrow butt with only the third or fourth determined thrust of his hips. Once the head of it was inside of her, they learned, the rest followed pretty naturally.

“God, it hurt a little but it also feltsogood,” she crooned, later that night. “Goingallthe way in like that. I was laying face-down on the carpet with my hips propped up over two pillows and Paul fucked the shit out of my asshole. It felt like I had to, you know, poop at the same time…until I actuallycame.”

“He's such an obnoxious jerk, though!”

“You'vegotto let him fuck you in the ass!” she insisted. “He filled my whole butt with cum!”

That I remembered! I'd ended up licking Paul's residual semen out of Amy's hot asshole that same night. The rest worked its way out of her tight anus, eventually, dripping into her panties over the next two days.

I'm kind of a little cum-freak anyway, and I do adore anal adventures (it's way safer, PG-wise, you know, though it freaks out some inexperienced boys when you offer it), but it still annoyed the hell out of me, just like anything Paul was involved with. He was simply an all-around big pain. Although, yes, I was guessing, one day Iwouldlet him fuck me in my asshole, but not until he matured a hell of a lot.

Those pictures Amy drew of his cock had gotten my attention, after all.

In any case, regarding actual sexual intercourse with my father, I told Amy, “He'll have to use condoms on you.”

“You said he had a vasectomy.”

“It still won't be completely safe.”

She gave me a pouty look.

“I'm only nine!” she insisted.

I shook my head.

“It's not worth the risk. If you somehow got pregnant-”

Amy looked at me a long moment, thinking oversomething, then smiled. A sneaky idea was clearly forming in that sweet little head of hers.

“I need to show you something,” she said. “When we get home.”

“What? Tell me-”

“You'll see…”

“Amy!”

But Amy refused to give me even a hint and, by then, she was too excited to continue to the Mall. She was more interested in getting ready to go up to Clear Lake that weekend, so we headed back to her house, right next door to my house. Her mother was my mother's younger sister, both of them divorced, both utterly boring, but the proximity made it easy for Amy and I to spend a lot of 'nighttime fun' together.

Like I think I said, we loved making each other come.

Our intention, going back home, was to root through my eager little cousin's underwear drawer and pick out her sexiest panties, mostly because she hoped my dad would better appreciate ripping them off her.

“Or…chewing the crotch out,” she smiled wickedly. “But first, look what I found.”

As soon as we were upstairs, with her bedroom door closed, she pulled me down beside her on the edge of the bed.

From underneath her headboard, she pulled out a small box and handed it to me. I opened it and inside were three small round objects about 2” in diameter, sealed in plastic. There was an opened one, as well, a solid circle made of some kind of foamy plastic with a little loop attached to it.

“Are they like condoms or something?” I asked.

She smiled.

“Better,” she said. “They're contraceptive sponges. You stick them in your pussy and you can fuck all night!”

“Really? And it works?”

She nodded. “Supposedly, according to the Internet. For some reason, my mom had a bunch of them hidden in her closet-”

I was shocked.

“You're kidding!” This made no sense at all. “Yourmom?”

Even though Amy's mom, my Aunt Heather, was my mom's younger sister at only 27, she was even more of a stick-in-the-butt than my mother: though definitely cute enough, she dressed like she didn't give a damn anymore, loose jeans, shapeless shirts, no makeup, hair always a mess. And she rarely went out. She certainly hadn't been on a date in years. Splitting up with Amy's dad (who we hadn't evenseenin years) had obviously just about killed her emotionally.

“I know,” Amy shrugged. “Weird, huh? Maybe she used to have a life.”

“If the sponges are really old, maybe they won't work.”

“The expiration date's fine,” she pointed to the numbers, all little-girl intent. “That's still a couple of months from now.”

She was right. The expiration date was for this year.

“They're not very old,” I said. “That's even weirder.”

Amy nodded.

“I'll say. My mom doesn't even like the word 'sex' around the house. She thinks you're anunhealthy influencebecause you seem too…mature for your age. She means 'slutty' but she doesn't like that word either.”

“I don't get it. Is she having sex or what?”

“It's not possible,” Amy shrugged. “Anyway, I want your dad to fuck me this weekend!”

That sounded like a plan, all right. I held up the sponge that had been opened.

“Are you using these with Paul?” I asked.

She just shrugged and looked away with what I took to be a somewhat guilty expression.

“Not yet,” she said. “But I figured it wouldn't hurt to be safer-he almost didn't pull out fast enough the other night. And he goes in deeper every time. But notallthe way-I'm still a virgin!”

“Right,” I laughed. “Except for your hand, your mouth, your butthole and the first third of your innocent little virgin cunt.”

“It's the last two-thirds that count, I think,” she said, not trying to be funny, though shedidgive me a smile filled with perverted promise and wild filthy thoughts. “Anyway, tell me everything about you and your dad. Everything!”

As I started to tell her how it all got started, she undid the top of my shorts, unzipped them, then slipped her hand into my underpants and down between my legs, straight to thepromised land!