Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

Kent struck off across the back yard, and Patty followed at a distance, keeping low, keeping him in sight. She was a small girl, barely five feet tall, and her body had just begun to ripen. In her blue jeans and bulky sweatshirt she looked like a boy, except for her copper pigtails. She had a pert freckled face, upturned nose, and large curious green eyes.

Patty was not surprised when she saw her brother going into Vicky's back yard. It was just as she'd expected. She hurried across the lawn connecting the two yards and hid behind a bush. She could hear Kent and Vicky talking, and when she peered out from her hiding place she figured they were behind the big beach umbrella.

She took a chance and skittered to another bush. If Kent and Vicky had been alert, they would have seen her, but they had eyes only for each other. Patty settled down behind the bush and peered out between the leaves. The view was perfect. She could see Vicky and Kent sitting behind the umbrella, talking earnestly.

Suddenly Kent grabbed Vicky and tried to kiss her, but the beautiful blonde neighbor girl laughed and pushed him away, saying something about taking his time.

Patty figured that was the end of it, that Vicky wasn't interested in getting it on with her brother. But just a moment later, Vicky took off the top of her bikini and let Kent touch her tits.

Patty watched, bug-eyed. It was the first time she'd ever seen two people making out. It looked like fun. Kent was red-faced and grinning as he played with Vicky's tits, and Vicky was sighing and smiling as if she really enjoyed it.

Patty reached up under her sweatshirt and felt her own breasts. Of course they weren't as big as Vicky's, dammit, but they had the same sensations. Her mother wouldn't let her wear a bra yet, so there was no clothing in the way. Patty closed her hands around her small pointed breasts and began to squeeze and mold them, just like Kent was doing with Vicky's larger round creamy tits.

It felt nice, very nice. Patty watched the couple intently and saw that Kent was now rubbing his thumbs gently over Vicky's pretty pink nipples. Patty did the same thing to herself. The result was amazing.

As she rubbed her thumbs softly but insistently over her tender little pink nipples, she felt buzzes of pleasant sensation that seemed to run right down her body into that mysterious place between her legs. She began to feel wet, and warm down there.

Her nipples started growing hard and more sensitive. She wondered if the same thing was happening to Vicky. Yes, she could see it now Vicky's pretty little nubs were getting hard and pointed, and Vicky was sighing and squirming under Kent's insistent touch. Before long Patty's tits were swollen and hot, and her little virgin pussy was soaked with her juices, puddling right through the crotch of her panties. She wondered if this was what the older kids meant by the word "horny". She felt like she wanted to rub herself between her legs, too, something she'd never done before – but she wanted to keep her eye on the action between Kent and Vicky.

Vicky's sweet round breasts were swollen up, too, and she was sighing louder as Kent continued to play happily with her tits. As if she just couldn't sit still any longer, couldn't remain passive, Vicky reached out and put her hand on the fly of Kent's jeans. She found the zipper and tugged at it.

Patty's eyes widened. She'd been dying to know what her brother's peter looked like, and maybe, thanks to Vicky, she'd get a peek.

Patty could remember way back when she was three and Kent was five, and their mother had bathed them together. It was one of her earliest memories, yet she recalled vividly that strange organ between her brother's legs, that thing she didn't have. She recalled it as a tiny white worm that floated and bobbed in the bath water. Sometimes when their mother left the room, Kent would pee in the bathtub, and Patty would watch enviously as he made a high wide arc of yellow. She wished she had one of those handy little things to pee with.

Well, now she was teenager, and she knew that peters were not just for pissing. She'd heard bits of information from older girls at school. Peters got very big, the girls said, and were used for something called "fucking" which would result in making a baby.

Patty wanted to know all about this. She watched intently, hardly breathing, as Vicky unzipped Kent's fly and wriggled her hand, inside it.

Vicky drew out Kent's peter and let it lie on the palm of her hand for a moment, admiring it. Patty got a good look. It certainly had grown since he was five. It seemed huge to Patty, a good five inches long and very thick. She wondered why he needed such a big one.

Still letting the soft white organ rest on her palm, Vicky began to stroke and pet it, softly but teasingly. In a few seconds, before Patty's astonished eyes, Kent's cock did a very strange thing.

First it twitched, with a life of its own, and then it began to rise. It jerked and twitched into stiffness and rose right off Vicky's palm, snapping up to hug his belly. At the same time it got much longer and thicker and took on a rosy color.

Patty saw now that the head of his peter was fatter than the rest and deeper red in color. It had a strange dark mouth like a slit. Vicky tugged his jeans down farther, and Patty saw a little patch of brown hair at the base of his peter. Under that was a pair of rosy fleshy sacs. Vicky tickled them with her fingers, and Kent gasped and sighed.

"Kent," Vicky said teasingly, "you have a hard-on."

"No shit," Kent said breathlessly. "I wonder why?"

Patty stored away the word "hard-on". She figured it meant what had happened to Kent's peter, the way it got so stiff and big, but she didn't know what purpose it served. She stared, fascinated with her brother's rigid swollen prick.

Vicky curled her fingers around the rigid pole and began to pump it, slowly and mischievously. Kent obviously enjoyed that, for his eyes rolled, his face flushed, and he trembled.

"Aw, shit," he sighed, "that feels so good, Vicky."

"Yeah, but don't come yet," she said, grinning. "I want to save that for when we ball. It won't be any good with a soft cock."

Come? Ball? Cock? Patty was hearing so many new words, and she didn't know their meaning. All she could do was watch and learn. She crept farther into the leafy bush, wanting a closer view.

Now Kent was unfastening the little bows that held on Vicky's bikini bottom. His hands were shaking, and he kept fumbling it, but finally he got them untied. He drew away the tiny panties, and Vicky raised her butt to assist him.

Patty gawked enviously. She'd heard that girls grew hair down there, but it hadn't happened to her yet – and she hadn't expected it to look so pretty. Vicky had a beautiful little muff, golden blonde in color, the hairs fine and curly and glistening. Kent eagerly placed his hand on the springy curls and petted them.

Patty unzipped her jeans and had a look at her own girlish muff. It was completely hairless and looked like a ripe pink peach. She petted it, as Kent was petting Vicky, and she felt sharp sensations of pleasure. Again her virgin twat spewed out hot sticky juices.

She would have liked to play with herself more, but she didn't want to miss anything. She peered out from the bush again and saw that Kent was slipping his hand between Vicky's legs. Vicky gave a squeal of delight and opened her slim legs wide.

Patty had a fleeting glimpse of the neighbor girl's slit just before Kent's hand covered it. It looked very pretty, a bright healthy scarlet expanse of moist tissues. Patty wondered if she looked the same, but no matter how far she bent over, she couldn't see herself. She made a note to have a look later with her hand mirror.

"Oooo, Kent, yes," squealed Vicky.

Patty looked up from her own wet little pussy to see what had made Vicky cry out. Kent had pried apart the fat furry lips of her muff and was touching a little red button of flesh, teasing it with the tips of his fingers. Vicky seemed to go crazy with pleasure as he touched her there. She squealed and moaned, and sticky cream oozed from her pussy to wet Kent's tickling fingers.