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It was about 9:30 when Grandma and Clair went into Grandma’s room and closed the door. The three of us stayed up a little longer taking turns playing Backgammon. There had just been one bottle of wine and no pot, so we were all pretty straight. Donna was having a great time, she’s pretty good and usually can beat me, but we both let Maggie win some. Still, after her rough night before, Donna was yawning.

“I’m going to pack it in,” she said as she stretched and yawned. “I guess I’ll have the bed all to myself—again. I noticed that it got used some today.”

Maggie looked at me and blushed a little.

“We just took a little nap,” I said.

“Nap…yeah…bull shit.” She looked at Maggie. “I guess I shouldn’t be jealous, I’ve got my period, something you don’t have to worry about…yet.” Then she got up and walked to the door of her room. “You two keep it down, no shaking the rafters or anything.” She closed the door.

I got up and went into the bathroom. I pissed and brushed my teeth, then met Donna as I was coming out. She was in PJs. When she came out she disappeared into her room again and closed the door. It was Maggie’s turn in the bathroom now and by the time she was through I’d opened the sleeper sofa, stripped, turned off most of the lights, and gotten under the covers.

She walked up to the closed door. “My nightie’s in there,” she said.

“That’s OK,” I replied. “I’d only have to take it off of you.”

She turned around and looked me. “I’m really sore Ricky.”

“I’ll just kiss it and make it feel better.”

She smiled and giggled quietly. “You promise.” Then she pulled her shirt off. Next she undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties down.

My cock started to tent the covers as soon as I saw her awesome preteen body. She walked over to the lamp I’d left on and switching it. The room was dimly lit by the moon reflecting off the lake. She walked over and stood next to me. I pulled the covers down and she lay down next to me.

For the next few minutes we lay on our sides, arms around each other, legs intertwined, and just kissed. My cock was rock hard against her thighs and, occasionally, it would brush against her pussy. When I reached around behind her to try to finger her she hissed.

“I’m too sore…” she looked at me in the moon light. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, hon,” I said as I pulled my hand back.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me. She lay with her legs between mine, my hard-on pressed between our stomachs. She lifted up on her elbows. Her face was in shadows from her hair but I could imagine a small, satisfied smile as she looked at me. Then she leaned down and kissed me again.

She pushed up, straddling my thighs. She took my cock between her hands and started stroking it, then bent way over and kissed the tip. She sat back up, I could see her eyes sparkling in the blue light. She shuffled foreword some and pressed my dick between her hands and her stomach. Then she started to slowly lift and lower herself.

She was absolutely beautiful in the light. Waves on the lake made the moonlight scintillate across the ceiling while she was lit directly by the light through the window. Her face was mostly in shadow from her hair, the light from the side made her nipples stand out as they cast small shadows. Her stomach was dark except for where her hands were holding my cock. As she moved up and down my head would break out from between her hands, showing at the top, then, when she lifted up, it would disappear into her fists.

Maggie’s breaths started to become deeper and I could feel her pressing the base of my cock against her pussy as she humped. Her ass was gently messaging my balls, her hands around my shaft, pressing it against the smooth skin of her belly. She began moving faster, humping against my dick while she started moving one of her fists in a circular motion while holding my cock head against her just below her navel.

I exploded into her hands, my gleaming jez squeezed out between her fingers and ran down her hands to drip onto my stomach. She smeared more on her stomach and some worked into her crack as I grunted and shook, pumping my cum into her hands and against her stomach.

Maggie started to giggle as I lay there, under her, panting—spent.

She bent down, her hair enveloped my face, and she kissed me while she still held my cock against herself. “How was that?” she whispered.

“Incredible,” I choked.

Her tongue pushed between my lips. Then she sat up and let go, examining her cum covered hands in the moonlight. There were strings between her fingers and a drop ran down her right arm half way to her elbow.

I felt the floor next to the sleeper sofa and came up with the boxers I’d been wearing. I wiped my goo off of her hands and then her tummy. I cleaned myself up. Then I rolled to the side, pushing her off me and landing her on her back next to me.

I didn’t give her any chance before I buried my face between her legs and started to lick her slit. I could only smile at the taste of my own cum on her pussy. It only took three or four minutes before she came, flaring her hips up, lifting her ass off the bed, as she shook and groaned.

She lay back down, panting.

“God, Ricky….no more,” she gasped.

I looked up at her face across her belly. Even in the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on her upper lip. I lifted up on my hands and knees, then almost jumped in fright. My sister was standing on the other side of the sleeper sofa.

“Gee, you never did that to me,” she said.

Maggie pulled in her breath and covered her mouth, stifling a scream.

“Fuck Donna! You scared the shit out of me!” I said.

She started to laugh. Then she looked down at Maggie. “You’re a lucky little girl. A lot of guys won’t do that, at least not with the…enthusiasm he does.”

Maggie grabbed at the sheet and tried to cover herself. I rolled off and stood up. “Well, you enjoy the show?”

“It was alright.” She turned and went into the bathroom.

“I can’t believe she was watching us,” Maggie said when I sat down.

“It’s OK,” I said, touching her arm. “Nothing she hasn’t done.”

“Still, I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be, she’s cool with it.”

Donna came out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom. “Try to keep it down out here,” she said. “Between you two and Grandma and Clair, there’s not much sleeping going on.”

We cuddled up and were soon asleep.

I woke up from the sound of someone in the kitchen. The sun was blazing in the window. Somehow we had pushed the covers down so they were across my thighs. I was on my back and Maggie’s face was warm on my chest, except for the puddle of drool. I also had a huge morning hard-on. I looked over the arm of the sofa to see Clair putting coffee in the maker. She looked up and waved, a small smile on her face.

I pulled the covers over us.

When she had plugged the pot in, Clair walked back to Grandma’s room. “I’ll leave you two alone for a couple of minutes,” she quietly said. “No need to embarrass the child.”

I had lifted up on one elbow, gently sliding out from under my little lover. She was such a doll, her hair around her face as she slept. I brushed a lock back.

“Honey, we need to get dressed.”

Her eyes opened, then she smiled. Without saying anything she lifted up and kissed me.

“The coffee’s on and people are moving, we have to get dressed.”

“OK.” She sat up and stretched, then looked around. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I was dancing at the door waiting for her to come out. Five minutes later we were sitting on the deck, dressed now, me with a cup of coffee, Maggie with a glass of water.

That day was quiet, the girls played around, swam, sunned themselves on the dock, swam, even paddled the canoe around the lake some while I busted my balls stripping shingles off the roof in an place that a tree limb had damaged them over the winter. By mid afternoon I had the whole section uncovered and the felt down—I’d start putting the shingles on the next day. Grandma appeared at the top of the ladder and stepped onto the roof.

“Grandma, you shouldn’t be up here, if you fell you’d kill yourself,” I scolded her.

“Same for you,” she said, “and you’ve got a lot more life ahead than me.” She sat down.

“You’re doing a nice job up here Ricky, I really appreciate it. It’d cost me a fortune to have it done.”

“I enjoy it.”

“Enjoy roofing…I doubt that.”

“It’s a beautiful day.”

“I’m making a change in plans, I want to be sure it’s OK with you.”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Clair needs to go back after dinner, she has to work tomorrow, and I’d like to go with her…so does Donna. Let me just say that some friends are getting together tomorrow night and, well, Donna is interested in meeting them.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“I was thinking,” she continued, “I’ll leave my car here. Then you and Maggie meet us at your Mom’s on Sunday morning and I’ll drive back up here. That way both the girls can get their flights in the afternoon and you can get back down to WSU also.”

“So you’ll be leaving Maggie here?” My heart sped up a little.

“I don’t think you’ll mind,” she said with a smile. “Anyway, she’s a bit young for the group we’ll be with—at least some of them might think so.”

I got her meaning. “Clair won’t say anything, will she?”

“Oh God no! She knows how things go in this family. A few years ago she had a hard time keeping a straight face while you got your little sister off while we were playing cards.”

After a dinner of chicken and rice Grandma, Clair, and Donna loaded into Clair’s Lincoln and went out the drive. When they had rounded the bend in the dirt drive, disappearing through the trees to the county road, turned to look down at Maggie. She giggled and hunched her shoulders, a big smile on her face. She shook her shoulders as she laughed with happiness. The sun was shining through the trees into her face and she was squinting, her hair was lit with iridescent highlights.

Oddly, I felt a bit awkward when I took her hand and led her into the cabin. Of course, in the past I’d been with women where it was understood that as soon as we were alone we would get naked—but this was different. Never before had a situation like this been when it was understood that I’d be taking the girl’s virginity and, of course, I certainly had never been like this with a nine year old.

As soon as I closed the door, Maggie hugged me. Then she looked up at me, smiling but nervous. Without saying a word she pulled her shirt up and off. If I’d been apprehensive before, that just totally disappeared. My gut twisted and my cock surged when she did that. I even felt a little light headed.

“Do you want to go into the bedroom?” I asked.

“I guess so…” she giggled, then turned and walked that way.

The sight of her naked shoulders and back, still wearing jeans and sneakers, was incredibly sexy—when you see a topless girl from behind, you know she’s topless but you’re intrigued and excited wanting to see the hidden side.

“Oop, I need to go potty first,” she said, then changed course and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I went into the bedroom and slipped out of my shoes. I was taking my shirt off when I heard the toilet flush. I turned to the door and gasped. Maggie was standing there—naked as the day she was born. She put her hands together over her head, pushing her arms straight up and stretched her body to its maximum height, even going up on her tip toes.

“Ehhh…eh…eh…ah…do you like what you see…” she said.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” I stammered.

She came over to the bed, on the side opposite me, and pulled the covers down. She slid her legs under the blanket and sheet but didn’t pull them up.

I clambered across the bed until I was on my hands and knees over her. She threw her arms over her head.

“So, what do you want to do?” she asked.

“Well, first…I’m going to lick that beautiful little clam of yours until you cum three or four times.”

“I’ve never heard it called that before.”

“Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

She looked down with an amused smile. “I guess so…”

“Then,” I continued, “we’re going to go all the way.”

For a moment an expression of fear went across her face, then she smiled. “Well,” she cooed, putting her arms around my neck, “I guess you’d better get started then.” I felt the inside of her knees brush against my hips and sides.

I moved down and first kissed the dimple at the top of her slit. She pulled in her breath and then let her thighs flop out, frog like. She held her breath as I ran my tongue up the entire length of her sex, from the chin rest to the dimple. Then I dug in.

For the next ten minutes I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her glorious hairless preteen cunt. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, I sucked her clit, I put my entire mouth around her sex and sucked while I stroked her slit with my tongue. At one point I even licked her little ass hole (she giggled and slapped at me for that).

She had already cum twice when I worked my arm up underneath me and, after supplying it with an ample covering of spit, pushed my finger up inside her. It went in past the second knuckle, more than two inches, and I rubbed her clit with my thumb while working back and forth inside her. She seemed to convulse a third time, grabbing the sheets in her fists and pushing her head back against the mattress.

My saliva and her little girl moisture had combined to make her quite slippery, enough I thought.

When I lifted up her eyes got big. “Are you going to do it now?”

“Yeah.” My voice was rough in my throat. I pulled a couple of pillows down. “Here, lift up so I can put these under you.”

Grasping my plan, she lifted her ass off the bed. I noticed that the sheet were damp with her sweat. I slid the pillows under her lower back and butt, then shuffled forward on my knees, sliding the back of her thighs over mine.

My dick head looked huge against her preteen pussy. But her lips were pulled open and my tip nestled nicely in the flower of her inner lips. I worked up as much spit as I could and, taking it on my fingertips, lubricated my bulb as much as I could. Then, spreading her more with my thumbs and using my ring fingers to guide, I pushed my cock into her.

Her tiny clam spread to accept me, enveloping the head and some of my shaft. I couldn’t believe the site of my cock sliding inside a nine year old slit—she was so incredibly tight.

“O…oh…oh…h,” Maggie breathed as she felt me enter her. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly open also—an ‘Oh Wow!’ expression of wonder on her face. I couldn’t believe how tight and warm she was. It was mind-blowing to be fucking such a soft and smooth girl. My cock slid so easily in her hairless cunt. But, because just the tip entered her, the feeling also titillated. I so much wanted to slam my cock deep but I knew I couldn’t, that I would hurt her terribly. This forced me to take a mental step back, to be cautious not to hurt the delicate child, to be more concerned for her feelings and pleasure than my own sexual drive.

I leaned forward, putting my weight on my elbows and sliding my hands under her back—she was incredibly light in my arms. I tried to kiss her gently but she grabbed me and smashed my lips against hers, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she rocked her hips up and down and from side to side.

We had to break the kiss to catch our breaths, so I lifted myself with my arms straight and, again, looked down at my dick inside her lovely little cunt. The sight almost made me cum—I had to clench my jaw and concentrate as I shivered over the nymph.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my thighs, pulling herself up against me. I dropped down on her again, now our chests were warm against each other. My arms and hands were between her back and the bed, my fingers wrapping over her shoulders. I held her against me while not crushing her tiny frame with my weight. Again our tongues danced as we both tried to breathe.

Maggie was really building, rocking herself against me, pushing her pussy up against me by pulling up with her legs. Her heels dug painfully into the back of my thighs and she started to dig her fingernails into my shoulder blades.

I was about to lose it and had to break our kiss. I so needed to shove my cock deep inside her—my butt and hips shivered with the effort to control myself as I started pumping my sperm into her preteen womb.

The feeling of me filling her brought Maggie off. She held her breath, as she clung to me, her hips rocking back and forth. Then she grunted as her breath explosively escaped from her throat.

“Ug, uh…uh…uh…” she grunted and I felt her pussy tremble around me.

From the high of our orgasms, we held together, Maggie almost hanging under me, suspended by her arms and legs, we slowly relaxed. I let her down onto the bed as I kneeled over her, panting. I kissed her gently and she returned with a lovely and loving kiss.

As she released me, relaxing her legs, and I caught my breath, I straightened up. My softening dick slid out of her and, as I sat on my heels between her knees, a long dollop of cum leaked out of her vagina and ran down her ass to wet the pillow.

“You’re incredible, dear,” I said. I reached up and moved a sweat soaked strand of hair out of her eyes.

She looked up at me, her face very serious. “I love you Ricky,” she said.

I felt a little shocked…not knowing what to say. Of course she loved me, like a nine year old has a crush on a boy. And of course I love her like a favorite cousin…but that was all. Still, she couldn’t understand that our sex was for fun, at least for me. But there was no way I was going to hurt this little girl’s feelings, that would crush her.

I leaned forward and kissed her. “I love you to, Maggie, I think you’re awesome.”

She wrapped her arms around me again and kissed me. We kissed like that for a minute or more, then I noticed a tear running down her temple into her hair. I kissed it away, then kissed each of her eyes.

“You are absolutely wonderful dear,” I said. Then I rolled onto my side and pulled her with me. We lay together, me on my back, her cuddled to my side with her head on my chest for quite a while. I pulled the covers over us and, a little while later, it was dark enough that I had to get up and turn on some lights.

I dug two bowls of ice cream out of the fresh gallon but we were chased in off the deck by the mosquitoes. Safely behind the screens, we watched the moon and the lake. Three birds paddled through the reflection on the water.

“Can we smoke some pot?” Maggie asked through the darkness.

“I think Grandma took her stash with her,” I answered. “And I didn’t bring any of my own.”

In the dim light I could see a pouty look on her face. We were quiet again for a few moments.

“Mommy told me that she first did it when she was nine. She did it with the music teacher at her school.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said.

“When did you first do it?”

“I was ten…” I considered lying but then decided to go ahead “…it was with your mom.”

Maggie looked at me but I couldn’t see her face.

“My mother!”

“Yeah,” I said. “You were a baby. We were visiting and I had watched her change your diaper. She,… I guess she wanted to show me how everything worked.”

“I don’t believe you!” she said.

“Please don’t be angry…it was a long time ago and, well, you were just a baby.”

She was silent for a minute, looking out over the water. Then, “How many times?”

“Just that once.”

Again she was quiet for a while.

“Who else have you done it with?”

“Honey,” I asked, “do you really want to know?”

“I mean, in the family.”

“Only Donna, and we’ve never gone all the way. You know about that.”

Now I could see a smile on her face. “Did you really fool around with Clair here?”

I laughed some. “Yeah, Clair, Grandma, and a couple of their friends. We were sitting on a couch, not this one, but it was in the same place. It was winter and there was lots of snow. Grandma had an old black and white TV with rabbit ears and we could pick up one station from Grand Rapids and two from Duluth.”

“Why doesn’t Grandma have a TV?”

“She said she never watches it, so when the old set she had here died a couple of years ago I tried replacing some of the tubes but that didn’t fix it—they’re getting hard to find. She told me to throw it out and she never bought another.”

“At home we have cable. Have you ever watched MTV?”

“I’ve seen it, we don’t have cable in the dorms.”

“It’s really cool.”

We had both finished our ice cream so I took the bowls into the kitchen and put them in the sink.

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