Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2014 13:31:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeing in my Knickers with my Big Sister

Peeing in my Knickers with my Big Sister.

     I love my big sister.

     And I love being a lesbian.  I can't imagine being anything else.  If
I'd have been straight, I would have missed so much.  Even if I were bi,
I'd be wasting time with guys when I could be . . .well, you know what I
mean.  And I know exactly how I came to be gay.  I owe it all to my sister
Jo (she spells it with an E).  She's two years older than I, which is a lot
when you're a little kid, and it would be an understatement to say that I
looked up to her.  I adored her.  I absolutely worshipped her, and
frequently told her so.  A cynic might say that she took advantage of me, a
precocious seven year old manipulating her five year old sister, but I was
a willing and eager partner.

     We slept in the same room, twin beds just a foot apart, and it was so
easy to slip from one to the other.  On cold nights she'd invite me over.
"Come and warm me up, Toni," she say.  "I'm freezing.  Let's cuddle up and
get warm."  She'd hold me in her arms, whispering in my ear, telling me how
much she loved me, how cute I was, and how adorable I'd looked earlier when
she'd watched me in the bath tub, half buried under suds.  At the time, it
didn't seem odd that two girls would share the same bed when two were
available, indeed at that age, I suppose lots of sisters do it.  We were so
young.  How could anything inappropriate happen?  We were innocent in
matters of sex, one would've thought.  And we were, at first.  But we were
growing up fast.  One summer night, Jo invited me into her bed.  It wasn't
cold, quite the contrary, it was a hot summer night, but I didn't question
why.  I threw my sheet off and jumped on to her bed.  Her sheet was already
on the floor.  In the faint light coming through the flimsy curtains, I
could see her lying on her back with her nightie pushed up above her waist.
Her hand was down between her thighs and she was rubbing herself.  She took
my wrist and moved my hand so that it replaced hers.  "Rub your finger up
and down my pee pee," said.  I immediately became excited.  I'd recently
started rubbing myself there because it gave me a nice tingly feeling so I
knew what was happening to her.  "That feels so nice, Toni.  Don't stop.
Do you want me to do it to you?"

     "Oh, yes, yes please!" I gushed.  She reached over and ran the tips of
her fingers over my little girly slit, then used her middle finger in an up
and down motion.  It felt a lot more thrilling than when I did it to
myself.  And so she taught me to masturbate.  I was probably about six,
it's hard to pin it down.  I was way too young to cum, but I quickly became
addicted to it and every night we'd pleasure each other with our fingers.

     Jo had a thing about knickers.  She was obsessed with them.  I supose
I was, too.  She would sit on the end of the bed each morning as I got
dressed, watching as I sid my knickers up my skinny thighs.  She pull me
towards her and lean forward to kiss them, saying how sexy I looked.  At
first, they were just plain white cotton schoolgirl knickers, but later, as
we grew up, we'd go shopping for something more sexy.  There was a shop in
town that sold everything for 99P or less, and amongst all the cheap
groceries, cleaning materials and stationery, etc. was a rack devoted to
girls' undies.  About twenty feet of knickers, training bras, vests, crop
tops and thongs.  I would follow Jo as she went along the rack, moving the
hangers one by one as she looked for sexy things for us.  She didn't like
thongs.  She said they were slutty.  I couldn't see what was wrong with
being a slut, but I didn't argue wth her.  We'd find cute boy shorts, sheer
bikini briefs and ocassionally tap pants which were like jogging shorts
with lacey legs.  We'd go home and try them on.  Jo like to watch me as I
undressed and I quickly learned how to take my clothes of in lewd,
suggestive ways.  I'd model the new undies for her, then gaze at her as she
stripped for me.  Often she'd sit naked on a chair in front of the dresser,
her legs splayed as she gazed at herself in the mirror.  One day I said, "I
like your pee pee."

     "It's time you called it by its proper name," she said.

     "Your vagina?"

     "No, that's way to formal.  My friends call it a pussy, but I like the
word 'cunt'."

     "Cunt," I said, slightly shocked, but thrilled at her use of that
naughty work.

     "So you like my cunt, Toni?  I like yours, too.  Let me take your
knickers off and get a good look at it."  That was just an excuse for her
to touch it.  She could see it any time she liked, several times a day.
She was just as familiar with my cunt as she was with her own.

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     When I was about seven and she was nine, we came home one afternoon
and we both rushed to the bathroom.  We needed to pee, badly.  We flung
open the bathroom door and stepped inside.  "You go first," she said.
"Don't pull your knickers down, just pee through them."  I thought this was
a bit odd, but I was in too much of a hurry to question it.  I straddled
the bowl, lifted my dress up round my waist and let my bladder go.  I was
wearing full cut, pink cotton knickers and the crotch soon became dark with
pee, then it started to trickle down into the bowl.  Jo reached out her
hand and placed it between my legs, squishing my knickers.  She looked up
at me and smiled.  "Isn't this naughty?" she said, giggling.  It was.  It
gave me a thrill to be doing something that was so forbidden.  When I
finished, she took her hand away and licked it.  "Mmm, tastes nice!"  I
stepped away from the bowl to let her pee and some drips landed on the tile
floor.  No problem, we could clean that later.  Jo lifted her skirt,
revealing her own pale blue cotton knickers, stepped over the bowl and let
go.  Not to be outdone, I cupped her crotch, revelling in the feeling of
warm pee flowing over my hand.  When she finished, I left my hand there for
a moment, looking into her eyes, excited about this new game.  Then I
stepped back and let her take my dress off.  In turn I took hers off, and
we both stepped into the shower in our pee soaked knickers.  Before we
turned the water on we pulled each other's knickers off, and Jo pressed
mine to her face, inhaling deeply.  I just dropped her knickers because I
wanted to be the first to take the soap and cover her whole body with suds,
paying special attention to her chest, which was still flat at the time,
and between her legs.  But she was first and grabbed the soap off me and
started lathering me up.  When she got down to my bum she said, "I'm gonna
push my finger in you.  Push out like when you poop, to let it in."  I did
what she said and her middle finger went right in, all the way.  It didn't
hurt like I thought it would.  She pumped her finger in and out, saying
that it was important to get me nice and clean.  I didn't need her of make
an excuse, I just liked the feeling of it.  Then with her other hand, she
soaped my belly, then down between my legs, and put her finger right up my
cunt.  Now I had her fingers inside both my holes.  This was more than
naughty, it was deliciously bad!  I let her finger me for a minute or so
then told her I wanted to do it to her.  She let me.  When we got out of
the shower, she asked my to bend over the sink, dropped to her knees behind
me, pulled my cheeks apart and licked my bum hole.  Another girl might have
been disgusted, but I was thrilled that she would do such an intimate thing
wth me.  "Let me do it to you," I pleaded.  We started doing it to each
other every morning before we went to school.

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     One day, when I was eight and she was ten, she licked my cunt.
Looking back, it seems odd that she would lick my anus first before she
graduated to my cunt, but that's how it happened.  We had just come home
from school and we were changing out of our uniforms, eyeing each other as
we undressed.  I pulled my knickers off, not because I needed clean ones,
but just in order to be naked with my sister.  I stood in front of the
mirror, looking at myself.  "Do you think I'm beautiful, Jo?"

     "You're absolutely fucking gorgeous, you sexy little darling!" she
said.  "I get turned on just looking at you.  I love it when you have
nothing on."  She peeled of her own knickers, put her arm round my waist
and walked me to her bed and pushed me on to it.  I lay on my back and
spread my legs to show off my cunt for the five hundredth time.  She lay
down, her face between my thighs and inspected me.  "It's like a little
flower."  She ran a finger up and down my lips, making me shudder with
desire.  The she leaned in and planted a kiss on me.  "Oh, Toni, I just
adore your little cunt, you sweet angel."  Then she buried her head between
my thighs and started licking me up and down, pushing her tongue inside me,
then running the tip of her tongue up to where my clit would eventually
develop.  I'd never been so excited in my life.  Electric thrills ran all
through my body.  She looked up at me, her eyes big and moist, her face
flushed.  My breathe began to quicken and my pulse raced.  Nothing had ever
felt this good.

     She came up for air, a huge smile on her face, her cheeks wet with a
mix of saliva and my cunt honey.  "Nice, huh?" she said.

     "Nice?  It was fucking heavenly.  Thank you so much, Sis.  What does
it taste like?"

     "Like when you put your finger inside yourself, then suck it.  All
girls to that.  I love the taste of cunt, especially yours."

     "You've done this with other girls?"  A flash of jealousy ran through
me.

     "That's a secret.  I don't tell other girls about us so I can't tell
you about them."

     "Can I do it to you," I asked eagerly, knowing the answer.

     "Yes, yes, yes, please, please," she murmured.  "I think you're gonna
like this."

     My sister was perfectly correct.  For the first time in my life I
licked a cunt, the first of what would become thousands, the cunt of the
person I loved more than anyone, and I was exactly where I wanted to be,
between the thighs of my sister Jo, the girl I really wanted to be.
Knowing that I was getting her sexually excited was better than anything I
could think of, better even than being licked or fingered by her.  Breakers
of love crashed through me as I did to her what she'd done to me, putting
everything I had into it, trying every little trick I could think of to
make her happier.  The sharp smell of her sex made my head spin and my
heart pound.  I kept it up for as long as I could and then I ran out of
air.  Lifting my head, I took in a huge breath and saw her looking down at
me.  "I love you, Jo," I croaked, my voice hoarse with lust.

     "Me, too, you darling little slut."  I felt a wave of pleasure at
being called a slut.  That's what I'd always wanted to be, my big sister's
little slut.  "Next time, breathe through your nose."

     After that, we did it every night, fingering, licking, kissing,
hugging, two sweet young innocent little lesbians, totally lost in each
other.

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    Whe she was ten and I was eight, one evening, I was sitting on the
couch with my heels up under my bum and my thighs spread as wide as they
would go.  Jo came into the room and sat across from me, staring as hard as
she could.  I let her look. This was nothing unusual.  When we were alone,
we always showed ourselves off to each other

     "I wonder why it is that I like looking at girl's knickers so much?"
she said.

     "I'm the same," I said as she obligingly spread her knees for me.  "I
don't know which is best, looking or being looked at."

     "Being looked at," she said, firmly.  "Letting people look up our
skirts, seeing how they stare, seeing how excited they get.  All the kids
in my class tease me because I'm always showing off my knickers, but they
still look, nevertheless.  And it's not just boys and men, it's other
girls, too.  The girls are the worst, or do I mean the best?"

     "Some of my teachers look up my uniform," I said.

     "Of course they do.  How could they not, with all of us girls
spreading our legs, pretending we're all just being careless when we
actually do it on purpose?"

     "I wanna be a teacher in a girls' school when I grow up, so I can look
up all the skirts."

     She chuckled.  "We're exhibitionists," she said.  I suddenly I had a
name for something that had become a big part of me: exhibitionism.  Now it
didn't seem so weird.  "We ought to think of more ways to let people see
our undies, Toni."

     "The park," I said.

     "Obviously, that's a start.  Lots of things to hang upside down from.
Lots of mums and dads with their little kids.  Lots of space for
cartwheels.  I've got my cartwheel down to perfection, nice and slow, so my
dress falls all the way."

     "The pond, when we go wading.  I always tie my dress up in a knot
round my waist.  You can see everything."

     "And if we go deep enough so our knickers get wet, they can see our
cunts through them."

     "Awesome," I said.  "What about handstands in the school playground."

     "That's old stuff, we do that already."

     "The library steps," I offered.  The steps are shallow, our knees
would be under our chins.  "We could sit there, side by side, give them a
double show."  Jo stood, lifted the hem of her dress and cleaned her
glasses with it.

     "What can you see?" she asked.

     "Plenty.  Half way to your belly button."  She giggled, put her
glasses back on then lifted her dress right up under her chin.  I loved it
when she did that.  I stood and did the same.  There we were, two little
darlings, looking about as lewd as we could get.

     And so we did.  At every opportunity we "accidentally" displayed our
knickers.  Usually we wore our ordinary schoolgirl white cotton ones, which
are sexy enough, but if we were daring, we wore some of the sexy stuff we'd
bought at the 99P shop.  We developed other strategies to display our
undies.  When guests came to the house, we'd do the usual little-girl
things like squatting or sitting cross legged on the carpet to play with
toys.  Sitting half way up the stairs offered a nice view to people coming
in the front door.  Another trick was to stand behind the couch and fall
over backwards so that our legs were hooked over the back, our bodies
upside down on the couch, dresses wildly array.  But best of all were our
wrestling matches.  Depending on who was watching, we would tussle on the
rug, offering a range of displays from simple knicker exposure to wild
screams of pretended horror as we tried to pull each other's knickers down.
This last performance we'd reserve for those whom we already knew had a
fondness for little girls.  There were more than a few.

     One saturday morning outside the library, after half an hour squatting
on the steps, attracting a lot of glances and several hard stares, we went
inside to look at books.  In the non-fiction section we found a big thick
book on lesbianism.  I forget the title, "The Lesbian World" or some such.
We checked it out.  The librarian didn't even look at the title, just
scanned it and let us go.  We ran home, dashed up to our bedroom and sat
side by side.  We hadn't even bothered to take our dresses off.  We started
to read through it.  About two hours later, we were called down to lunch
and we couldn't wait to get back to the book.  We spent the whole aftenoon
and evening poring over it.  By miday Sunday, we finished it.  There's no
need to tell you what we'd read.  It covered just about everything, from
masturbation to fisting, from rimming to watersports, from squirters to -
guess what? - exhibitionists.  We were in the book!  It even touched on
incest, in such a way as to make it less of a taboo.  Sisters often
experimented with each other while growing up, it said.  Daddies and
mummies sometimes had sexual encounters with their offspring and the book
suggested that the only real taboo was unwillingness by one partner.  Any
kind of consentual sex was deemed permissible.  We took that as permission
to do anything we wanted.  There were other girls like us, obviously lots
of them.  Where were they?  The book said everywhere, sports teams, the
military, but especially gay bars.  Fat chance, two preteens in a gay bar!
We didn't want to wait ten years, so we resigned ourselves to just having
fun with each other.  There was no risk of rejection and no lack of
opportunity.



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     And so we carried on for a couple of years, achieving higher and
higher states of arousal as we slowly matured, approaching puberty.  I
couldn't wait for Jo's tits to start growing.  I wanted to caress and kiss
them, to pinch her nipples, anything that would please her.

     One day, Jo got her first period.  I suffered during those nights when
she had the curse, when I couldn't lick her cunt.  She wouldn't let me
sleep in her bed, saying she felt dirty, but that didn't stop her doing
naughty things to me.  But it wasn't the same.  My greatest joy was to make
her happy, not the other way round.  She was twelve, I was ten.  One
morning, naked in the bathroom, I stood behind her as she looked at herself
in the mirror.  I put my arms round her, my hands on her chest.

     "Oh, Jo," I breathed, "your tits are growing.  How marvelous.  And
your nipples are bigger.  Can I kiss them?"  She spun round and I pressed
my lips first to one nipple, then the other.  My hand went down between her
legs.  "You don't have any pubic hair," I said.

     "I've shaved it off.  Just for you.  I wanna stay a little girl, just
for you, Toni.  You know I'll always love you."  I was utterly thrilled
that she would think of my needs in this way.

     "Bite me gently," she whispered.  "Oh, Toni, you little darling,
you're driving me crazy.  Oh, please don't stop!  Oh, my God, this is
. . .oh, oh, yes, harder, yes, yes!"  Her whole body was shaking and my
head was swimming, so delighted to make her feel so good.  She let out a
long groan, her body shuddering and then she pulled my head up and kissed
me, her tongue going deep inside my mouth.  When we came up for air, she
looked into my eyes, a big smile on her face.  "You made me cum.  You
actually made me cum, you darling little sex fiend!  I love you so much."
A huge cloud of joy broke envoloped me.  I felt so proud of myself.

     So, it turned out that my big sister was a tit girl.  All that
fingering and licking her cunt, which she absolutely loved, didn't do as
much for her as me making love to her tits.  The book had mentioned this in
passing.  With a few girls, tits are everything.  I didn't care.  She
wasn't going to stop me eating her cunt, which was my greatest joy.  Maybe,
when my tits grew, I'd feel the same way.

     Then, when I was eleven, disaster and joy all in the same week.  One
night, as we laid head to tail in her bed, her face wet with my juice, my
cunt dripping, I sensed that something was wrong.  Jo wasn't responding in
the ferocious way she usually did.  I came up from under the covers and lay
beside her, caressing her now almost fully developed tits.  The were small
and firm and I just loved them.  I started to work on them, first with the
flat of my palm, then with my fingers, and finally with my lips and teeth.
By this time I should have been driving her crazy, but she just lay there,
her arm round my shoulder.

     "What's wrong?" I asked.

     There was a long pause.  "I've met someone," she said.

     "What do you mean?"

     "She's a year above me at school.  We were in the changing room and I
was doing my usual stuff, you know, the sexy strip, the parading around
semi-naked, showing off my knickers, you know how it goes.  All the other
girls left and she was standing in the doorway, looking at me.  She gave me
that look, the look we get when we show off our undies to strangers, that
hungry look.  Her eyes were popping out of her head.  I stood there, my
legs apart, my hips thrust out, my hands on my hips, just daring her to say
or do something.  I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my knickers and
slowly slid them down, holding her gaze.  When I let them fall to the
floor, she stepped into the changing room, shut the door and jammed a chair
under the doorknob.  We didn't neet to say anything.  She walked right up
to me and put her arms round me.  She gave me a kiss I'll never forget.
She's invited me to sleep over on Friday night . . .Toni, you're crying!"

     My shoulders were heaving.  For the whole of our lives we'd loved each
other and now the unimaginable had happened.  She'd stopped loving me.  I
was sobbing, utterly devastated.  "Oh, my darling," she said.  "I never
wanted to hurt you.  It's just that I'm growing up and ever since I got my
period, everything's changing.  I still love you."

     "Yeah," I said, sarcastically.  "Like a sister."

     "Like a sister," she confirmed.

     "But I want you like a lover.  I wanna keep doing all that good stuff
we do.  I wanna lick you every night and bite your tits and show off my
knickers with you and . . ."

     "All good things come to an end, Toni.  You'll understand when you get
older."

     No I won't, I thought.  I'll never understand.  I'll always love you,
whatever you do.  I got into my own bed and cried myself to sleep.  I just
wanted to die.

     Friday came and I just wanted to get out of the house, away from Jo.
I went to a movie, some Disney production about a little girl and a young
colt, which grows up to win the Grand National.  The story was a bit
predicable, but the horse was magnificent and now my head was full of
horses.  When I got home, I told Mum I wanted riding lessons.  There was
one good thing about Mum.  Allthough she left us pretty much alone, being a
single parent working long hours, she seldom refused to give us what we
wanted, so she arranged for lessons and the next day after school she drove
me to the local riding academy.  It was a large country house with a big
stable at the rear, a paddock and a couple of meadows long enough to canter
in.  She signed me up with the owner, Miss Carlton (Call me Carrie) and
took off.

     Carrie was tall and slender, dressed in tight jeans and a white men's
cotton singlet through which I could see her nipples.  I guessed she was in
her early thirties, and she was handsome rather than pretty.  She had an
air of confidence about her that immediately made me feel that I could
trust her and place everything in her hands.  She looked at me and smiled.
Was it my imagination, or did something just pass between us?

     I won't bore you with the details of the lesson, but when it was over
and I'd brought the horse at a walk back to the stable, she stood beside us
waiting for me to dismount.  I swung my off-side leg over the front of the
saddle, took my other foot out of the stirrup and prepared to slide to the
ground.  She stepped up close and put her arms round my thighs, lifting me
off the horse.  I put my hand on her shoulders as she let me slide down her
body.  I could feel her firm tits pressing agains my stomach and when my
face was level with hers, she gripped me tightly with one arm round my
waist and put her other hand under my bum.  I instinctively wrapped my legs
round her waist.  Her eyes were bright as she said, "You're absolutely
adorable, Toni.  I could really fall for you."  Then she gave me a quick
kiss on the lips and relaxed her grip enough for me to slide to the ground.
Then she took my hand and led me and the horse to the stall and showed me
how to untack him, clean his hooves and brush him down.

     As I left, walking to Carrie's car so she could drive me home, one of
the young girls who served as unpaid help asked, "Why is your face so red?"

     Because I'm in love, stupid, I thought.  I'm in love with Carrie.
Aren't you?  Isn't everone?

     When I got home, Jo was just leaving to sleep over with her new
friend.  I gave her a hug.  "Do you forgive me?" she asked.

     "Of course I do.  I want you to be happy.  I want you to make your new
friend just as excited as you made me.  I want you to do all the stuff we
did, show off your knickers, pee in them for her, lick her cunt and bite
her tits and drive her fucking crazy.  I hope she'll love you as much as I
did."

     "Did?"

     "Still do, Sis.  You're my sister."

     "What brought about this sudden change?"

     I smiled.  "It's a secret."

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     I could hardly wait until the following week when I had my second
riding lesson.  After it was over and the horse was safely back in its
stall, I hung around until all the other pupils and the group of little
girls who hung around the stables had gone home.  I was waiting for Carrie
to drive me home, but instead to taking me to her car, she said, "I could
use a shower.  I think you need one, too.  Wanna join me?"  I felt like my
heart would burst with joy.  Now I would have the chance to perform all the
lewd displays that Jo and I had been perfecting over the years.  I'd get to
show her my knickers and my cunt, and I'd get to see hers.  I wondered what
kind knickers she had on.  Mine were getting wet at the thought.  We went
into the house, took our boots off and she led me upstairs to a bathroom.
I sat on the loo, unzipped my skin tight jeans, and said, "I can't get them
off without help.  Can you pull them down?"  She knelt at my feet, gripped
the cuffs and tugged.  Nothing happened.  She gave the jeans a real jerk
and they suddenly slid down, pulling my white knickers with them.  I
grabbed them at mid-thigh and let her take the jeans off my legs.  Then I
stood, stepped away from her and took of my T shirt.  My upper body was now
naked, all the way down to just above my knees, where my knickers stretched
between my parted legs.  This was a deliberate display for Carrie, and I
made it look very obvious.  Carrie didn't take her eyes off me for a
second.  She took her own jeans off, revealing a pair of men's white
briefs.

     "You're wearing men's underpants?" I said with a smile.  "That's a bit
kinky."

     "Don't you like them?"

     "I love 'em.  They look kinda sexy on you."  She peeled of her singlet
to reveal her small firm breasts with big dark nipples.  They're the kind
of tits I want when I grow up, I thought.  I was still standing there with
my knickers round my knees, making no attempt to take them off.  I knew how
sexy I looked.

     "I gotta pee," she said, hooking her thumbs into the briefs.

     "Stop," I said.  She looked at me, puzzled.  "Do you ever pee in your
knickers?" I asked.  "I do.  I do it all the time.  It's nice and naughty."
I pulled my knickers up as far as they would go, producing a nice cameltoe.

     "Wow, you are a naughty little girl," she said chuckling.  "I will if
you want me too."  She sat on the loo and I knelt down in front of her so I
could get a close up look while she peed.  "Here we go!"  The front of the
briefs were suddenly wet, then from the crotch, a stream of warm steaming
pee fell into the bowl with that lovely tinkling sound that pee makes.  I
stared at it, then up at her, adoringly.  "I like being naughty, too," she
said, laughing.  "Are you gonna pee in yours?"

     "Try to stop me."  She finished, then stood up and moved away to let
me sit down.  I did that same performance that I'd done so often for Jo,
soaking my knickers, smiling at Carrie as she stared at me.  When I
finished, she took my hand and stepped into the shower.  Instead of turning
the water on, she took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips, her tongue
going deep into my mouth, her wet briefs pressed hard against my wet
knickers.

     "You little fucking tease," she said.  "You're driving me crazy.  I
think you've done things like this before, haven't you?"

     "It's a secret.  I'll never tell anyone."

     "Good girl.  And this is our secret, right?  Our lips are sealed."

     "Except when we kiss."  She laughed, bent down and slid my knickers
off, then put them to her face and inhaled, then sucked at the crotch.

     "Mmm, your pee is delicious, Toni.  Next time we do this I want you to
pee on my face."  Wow!  That sounded exciting.  I guessed she had done pee
play before, too.  I briefly tried to imagine how if would feel if she peed
on me.  It could only be thrilling, I was sure.  I pulled her briefs off
her and did as she had done, sniffing and sucking them.  Her cunt was
freshly shaved, smooth with no trace of stubble. "The great thing about
cotton underwear is that they hold a lot of pee, much more than nylon," she
said.  "Now I'm gonna soap you all over, you sexy little darling."

     And so she did, my chest, my back, my arms and my bum and then knelt
down and did my legs, from ankles up to the tops of my thighs.  Then she
stood, lathered up her hand and put it between my legs.  I moved my feet
apart and let her push her middle finger all the way into me.  It met no
resistance.  I guess my hymen broke months, maybe years, before.  She
finger fucked me, deliciously.  "Put a finger up my bum," I said, looking
into her eyes.  "I like it in both holes."

     After several minutes, she reluctantly took her fingers out of me and
let me do just exactly the same to her, lathering her whole body, leaving
her cunt until last, then fingering her in that expert way that Jo had
taught me, first gently on the lips, then a finger deep inside, curling to
find her G spot, the back out to touch her clit, which was enormous, almost
half an inch long and bright pink.  I dropped to my knees with my tongue
out, but she pulled me up by the shoulders and said, "Not here.  Let's do
it in the bedroom."  Out of the shower, we towelled each other off, then
she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.  Then I took over,
pushed her on to her back on the bed, squatted over her face, and spread
her thighs apart with my hands.  I gazed at her cunt, it's lips red and
swollen, her beautiful clit waiting for me and then I lowered my head and
took it in my mouth.  She gasped.

     "You darling little slut," she groaned.  "I'm falling in love with
you."  Then her mouth was on my cunt, taking me to heaven, just as my big
sister had done, but much quicker.  The thrill of having Carrie's clit
between my lips, the excitment of sucking on it was all too much and I felt
as though I was surfing on an ever bigger and bigger wave of lust until it
broke in an explosion bigger than anything I could have dreamed about and
my toes curled.  I had my first orgasm!  I'd never imagined that anything
could be so utterly marvelous.  I rolled on to my back beside her leaned in
and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juices in my mouth.

     "You made me cum!" I whispered.  "My first cum!  It was fucking
awesome!  I love you, Carrie, I love you."

     She held me tight.  "I love you too, you darling little slut.  How old
are you?  Eleven?  Where did you learn to please a girl like you just did?
Okay, don't tell me if you don't want to.  Would you like to make me cum?"

     "Oh, yes please!  Yes, yes, yes!  What do you want me to do?"

     "What would you like to do?"

     "I'd like to crawl up your cunt and curl up inside and spend the rest
of my life there.  I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with licking
your cunt like I did with . . ."  Oops, I nearly let out the big secret.

     "Go ahead, Toni.  Eat my pussy, you little slut, if that's what you
like."

     And I did.  I like it and I licked it.  And fingered it, and pushed
two fingers into her, then three.  "Put all your fingers in, Toni," she
said and I got the fourth in.  "Curl your thumb into your palm and push
your whole hand inside me.  Push hard, it won't hurt.  Yeah like that.
Push!"  My hand slid inside her up to the wrist.  "Wriggle your fingers."
She was gasping for breath.  "Now make a fist and pump it in and out.  Oh,
fuck, you sweet darling, you're driving my crazy."  Her whole body was
thrusting to meet my hand, the bright read lips of her cunt stretched round
my wrist, my hand and wrist soaking wet with her juice. I bent down and
sucked her clit as my hand went in and out.  Then she let out a huge gasp
of air.

     I'd made her cum!  I made Carrie cum.  I was an eleven year old
schoolgirl with no tits and I'd just made a grown woman cum!  I was so
fucking happy!



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     The weeks went by.  I started staying at the riding academy after the
lessons, eating supper with Carrie and staying until late in the evening.
Mum didn't mind.  What could possibly go wrong for an eleven year old girl
in the care of a responsible adult?  I was just another problem she no
longer needed to worry about.  Jo, of course, suspected what was going on
and regularly quizzed me about it, but I just smiled and told her it was a
secret.  "I'm only gonna tell you this," I said.  "She wears men's white
briefs."

     She rolled her eyes up and groaned in frustration.  "She must look
fucking sexy."  I just gave her my enigmatic smile.  She was aching to
learn the details, but I wouldn't say anything more.  She said, "I'll let
you lick my cunt of you tell me."  As I'd been licking Carrie's cunt, and
she mine, only hours earlier, I politely declined, leaving her furious.  I
think she was jealous of me.  The satisfaction I felt wasn't revenge
because of the way she'd abruptly dumped me, it was that now I knew there
was the possibility that one day I might win her back.

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     My twelvth birthday came and went, and puberty eluded me.  My chest
remained flat and not a single whisp of hair grew under my arms or between
my legs.  I'd look at myself in the mirror and still see a little girl.
Although I really wanted a pair of tits that Carrie could caress and suck,
I knew that my youth was what turned her on.  She told me that prepubescent
girls were her thing, that my outward appearance of innocence and
vulnerability was what excited her, and I knew without her telling me that
once I started growing up and got my first period, her passion would fade.
There were no big girls in her life.

     One evening, I peed on Carrie, first on her tits, and then on her face
as she knelt in the shower between my legs.  She tilted her head back and
opened her mouth.  She was able to get three or four swallow of my pee
before I ran out, then she licked her lips and told me how delicious it
tasted.

     "Do it to me!" I pleaded, kneeling down submissively.  She stood,
spread her legs, pulled her pussy lips open with her fingers, leaned her
upper body back and let fly.  It hit me on the chest.  The fell of warm pee
running down my body was fantastic.  I rocked back on my heels, my hands on
the floor behind me, and spread my legs.  Her pee stream hit my cunt,
sending thrills through me.

     "Not much left," she called and I got back between her legs, put my
head back and let her pee on my face.  Then I opened my mouth for her.  I'd
thought it would taste nasty, but I found that it was quite mild, not
unpleasant at all.  But the act of submitting to this humiliation was
delicious.  My mouth filled and I swallowed and the last few drops ran down
my chest.

     "That was awesome," I declared.  "Let's do this every night."

     We did.

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     "My tits are growing," I said to her one night.

     She caressed my chest.  "They are.  You're gettingto be a big girl,
now."  She pinched my nipples, then took them between her lips and gently
bit them.  It felt marvelous, but not as nice as having my cunt licked.
Clearly, I was not a tit girl like Jo, who, I'd recently sensed, was not
getting on with her new girlfriend.

     "She's not kinky like you are," Jo had told me.

     Then, disaster struck.  I got my first period.

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     After my next lesson, I told Carrie.  She took the news without
reacting in any way.  "I'll drive you home," she said.  The journey was
silent.  As I got out of the car, she said, "It was wonderful, Toni.  I'll
never forget you."  It was over.  I felt utterly empty.

     There was always a small group of preteen horse lovers hanging around,
hoping to get a ride.  After my next lesson, I'd just finished brushing
down my horse when one of the unpaid help came into the stall.  She was a
cute little Asian girl a year or so younger than I.  I'd seen her a few
times before.  "I need to pee," she said.

     "Go on up to the house.  Carrie will let you use her bathroom."  And
who knows what else? I thought.

     "Too fucking far.  I'm gonna pee here in the corner."  She unzipped
the fly of her jodhpurs and opened them wide, reavealing a flash of white
cotton.

     "Why don't you pee through your knickers?" I asked.  "I do it all the
time.  It's fun.  It's deliciously naughty.  Here, I'll show you."  I took
my boots off, dropped my jeans, squatted and peed through my own cotton
knickers, smiling up at her.  "You can look," I said.  "I like being
watched when I pee.  My sister and I do it all the time, watching each
other I mean.  Do I look sexy?"

     Her face was pink, and I could see the excitement in her eyes.  I
finished and stood, leaving my jeans down round my ankles, my T shirt
lifted high.  A few drops fell on to my jeans - no problem.

     "Oh, my God!" she breathed.  "Your knickers are soaking wet."  I
stepped out of the jeans, pulled my knickers down, sniffed them and
squeezed my pee out of them, then stuffed them in my backpack and stood
there, naked from the waist down, showing of my wet cunt, enjoying her
gaze.

     "Go ahead, I dare you," I said.  She hesitated then pushed her
jodhpurs all the way down.  Her schoolgirl knickers were indisinguishable
from mine.  She squatted and I waited, my excitement mounting.  She looked
up at me and I smiled, encouragingly.  Then I saw the yellow stream fall
from the crotch on to the straw and I squatted down close at peered at the
wetness.  With my knees bent and my thighs wide open, I was displaying
myself lewdly to her.  I reached out my hand into the stream of pee, then
cupped her crotch, like I used to do with Jo.  She didn't object.  When she
was empty, I licked my hand and told her that she tasted wonderful.  She
straightened up and I backed her against the food trough, knelt and took
off her boots and jodhpurs.  She let me slide her knickers down and I took
them off and sniffed them.  I gave her a big smile and, still kneeling,
looked at her cunt.  It was just a little girl's slit, not yet fully
formed, but enticing, nevertheless.  I leaned in and planted a kiss on it.
"Let's go up into the loft," I said.  "No one will disturb us there."

     I sat her on a straw bale and spread her legs, kneeling down to
worship her little cunt.  I caressed it with my fingers, gave her a little
finger fuck, then gave her pussy a thorough work out with my tongue.  All
the while my hand was between my legs, my fingers either side of my clit,
masturbating furiously.  After a couple of minutes, I came.  I stood up,
and wiped my face on my T shirt.  I looked at her as she leaned back, her
legs spread, her cut wet with juice and saliva, her face flushed.

     "You made me cum," I said.  "Just letting me lick you was enough to
make me cum.  Lots of girls are gonna want to lick you.  You're so fucking
cute.  But I gotta run.  My mum's waiting to drive me home."  I turned and
climbed down the ladder to the stalls and went to the front of the house to
find Mum.  I never did learn the girl's name.



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     I got home and up to our bedroom.  Jo was there.  "You look like the
cat that stole the cream," she said.

     I smiled.  "D'you wanna know what was going on between me and my
riding instructor?" I asked.

     "Oh, yeah!  Are you gonna tell me?"  Her face was lit up with
enthusiasm.

     "There are a few conditions," I told her.  "First you've gotta tell me
all the stuff you did with What's-her-face."

     "Oh, that.  She was too obsessed with her own good looks.  She hated
pee play.  We'd finger each other, but she was too up-tight to want to lick
my cunt.  It's probalbly over."

     "And the second condition is, you've gotta let me drink your pee."

     "You've been drinking pee?"  Her eyes were wide with curious
excitement.  "What's it like?"

     "Fucking awesome, Jo.  You're not gonna believe how wonderful it is to
submit to being peed peed on.  It makes peeing in our knickers seem like
child's play.  Wanna come in the bathroom?"

     We closed the door behind us and I tenderly took her dress off,
unclipped her bra, played with her tits for a few moments, then let her
undress me.  We got into the shower in our white cotton knickers, and I
knelt down between her thighs, pressing my lips against the cotton of her
crotch.  Then my face was warm and wet and I sucked as hard as I could, and
it all went into my mouth.  I was able to get three mouthfuls of delicious,
warm pee.  The whole while I was gazing up at her as she smiled down at me,
visibly excited.  I leaned back and took in a deep breath.  I could see her
cunt perfectly through the wet cotton, that beautiful cunt that I'd been so
obsessed with and a warm wave flowed through me.  I stood up.

     "My turn now," she said, falling to her knees.

     I love my big sister.



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