Rex Taylor: Turned on family

Jamie Willis had a full-length mirror on her wardrobe door and she stood before that mirror, examining herself with a critical eye. She was naked and the pubescent flowering of her body was much more pronounced than when she wore clothing.

Chubby tits swelled on her chest, their budding mounds dominated by pink smears of nipple. She touched them with her fingers, watching them jiggle and bob, and it made her smile. So far they were only titties, with all the babyish implications of that word, and they still ached with the pangs of growing. But growing they were, and Jamie had no doubt that someday soon they'd be as large as her mother's jugs. She thought about how big her nipples were rubbing across the salmon-colored paps, feeling the tingle that raced through her body at the gentle caress. She was positive that her boobs would grow in proportion to their caps and she could hardly wait.

Jamie did a half turn before the mirror, studying the profile she presented. That was nice! Titties sticking up high and round, butt thrust out behind. She wiggled her behind and laughed appreciatively. Her ass was cute, and so were her long, coltish legs, slim, growing more shapely by the day.

The only complaint Jamie had was with the floss at her crotch. Most of the girls at school had started to sprout pussy hair long before she did. Only in the past few months had she sported any cunt fur at all, and the little curls, though dark, were thin wisps that did not even conceal her pink pussy crack. Someday, someday! She'd have real tits and a real beaver, just like any other normal teenager.

So where in the shit did her mother get off insulting her by hiring a babysitter? It made Jamie so angry she wanted to pick up her shoe and shatter the mirror image into a million shards of glass. What an absolute stone bummer!

And the babysitter! A big titted blonde, wearing jeans so tight she must have been born in them, all honey and sweetness as she tried to be a pal to her little charge. Talking about boys, music, school. As if she didn't know how insulting her very presence was.

Jamie was willing to bet that this Robin Mackenzie character was nothing but a slut, the way she wiggled her ass around the room and wore that tight halter with nothing underneath it. Jamie didn't like girls who tramped around showing it all off. Especially when their bodies were developed where hers was still filling out. Sean would like to see Robin, she decided. He'd get a real kick out of that. Probably stare at her until his baby blues bugged, out. Then he'd go up to his room and jerk off while he remembered how nice her tits and ass looked, and think about how much he'd like to fuck her.

Poor Sean, she thought. He was the only one in the family who seemed to notice that she was growing up and out. Sometimes she caught him staring at her curiously, and sometimes, just for fun, she'd spread her legs a little beneath the short skirts she liked to wear, giving him a clear peek at her pantied crotch. The trick was to make it look innocent and casual.

Jamie rolled to the edge of her bed and fished beneath, pulling out the magazines. "Thanks, Sean," she said in a law voice that broke into a giggle at the end. She'd gotten these from his room just today. He thought they were well-hidden in his bookcase, but she'd been sneaking his books for over a year.

She flipped through several of them, mostly ones she had seen before, and idly observed pictures of split beavers, of erect cocks, and some of couples fucking in various imaginative positions.

Last of all, for she'd saved it, was her favorite Oral Orgy. What a title! The front cover showed a big close up of a blonde girl, not too pretty, mouthing a long fat prick of incredible blackness. It was such a big cock that she only had a couple of inches inside her mouth, straining her lips to take that much. Her cheeks were sucked in and her heavily made-up eyes were tightly shut, giving her an almost religious expression. Jamie giggled. She turned the book over and stared at the back cover. Here she saw a girl lying flat, naked as a jaybird, her legs opened to show off her shaven cunt. On either side of her head knelt a man, each of them presenting a stiff dick and the girl was licking their knobs simultaneously while cuddling their balls in her palms.

Jamie made as if to open the magazine but she already knew it by heart. Much better, for example, than her Monday assignment in civics. The magazine was filled with uncaptioned photos of people using their mouths on one another's sex organs. Some of it was wild, some of it was funny. There was even a center spread shot of a slim, lovely redhead, cum all over her face and a big prick photographed in the act of shooting another gob into her open mouth.

Jamie wiggled on the bed, dropping the magazine, her hands automatically coming to rest upon her boobies. She squeezed herself, grooving on the digging of her fingers into her soft, squashy titties, feeling the nipple tips start to erect between cradling digits. Her titties throbbed delightedly as she worked them, and her breath came faster and faster. Sometimes she could make herself come just by twiddling her nipples for a few minutes. Fingers rolling back and forth upon her baby-pink nipples, squeezing, pressing, and then – POW! A quick rush of warm ooze seeping through her body, little beads of sweat forming in her armpits, and, if she sniffed hard enough, Jamie could almost smell the aroma of her damp cunt.

She teased her nipples, coaxed them, played with them, but it wasn't enough. Not tonight. She felt horny but not horny enough to come so easily. One hand continued to rub across her apple titties while the other slid down towards the sparse tufts of fur flowering upon her cunt mound.

Her fingers scooted across the plump, warm bulge of her twat and she felt her sensitive pussylips start to swell and moisten. Reassured, she spread her legs farther and worked her fist up and down across the tender gash which creased her cunt mound.

It was just like walking into a live wire. The rough glide of her hand over her dampening cunt folds made her entire body shiver, and she enjoyed it so much she repeated the action again and again. Her pussy grew damper, hotter, and her middle finger shot straight out, pressing down, slipping into the tight groove of her virginal cunt hole. She held it there a long time, sliding it back and forth, at the same time pressing her dainty outer twatlips with the other fingers so that her middle digit was trapped inside the wet, swollen lips. The muscles in her thighs jerked spasmodically and Jamie hummed each time she felt the delicious pressure seesaw across her pussy.

She withdrew the finger, rubbing it from side to side across the gash of her cunt, marveling at the stepped up intensity of feeling in her crotch. Her body was totally relaxed, totally aroused, and a probing touch revealed that her clitoris was beginning to thrust shyly from its hiding place within the fleshy folds of her pink cunny. Jamie enjoyed playing with her snatch, and each time, it seemed, she learned something new about her body and its capacity for pleasure.

All of it thanks to Sean and his dirty books, she reminded herself. Especially that one he'd had a few months ago, I Am Curious – Sexually. It was a dippy set of questions and answers, with sex photos to illustrate the topics. But one whole chapter was devoted to techniques for arousing women, and that section had been a Book of Revelation to curious, sexual Jamie. The pictures were wild people sucking and fucking and doing all kinds of crazy things but the text had been explicitly informative. She had read it carefully and discovered at last why she sometimes felt lightheaded and excited when she touched herself just so between the legs. She had found out that her clitoral nub was the trigger of her sexual feelings and, one evening, she had sat naked before her mirror, legs wide, exploring her pussy in search of her own clit. And when she found it, Gods! Her first knowledgeable, intentional cares of her clitty was a memory she could never forget. She'd even stuffed her discarded bra into her mouth to muffle the whimpering cries of glee that might have brought her mother running to investigate.