Blanche squirmed her curvaceous, eleven – year – old body on the damp sheet of the child – size bed in Cecil's room. The torn top and crumpled panties of her pajama – suit were strewn, unwanted, on the floor of the bedroom. She slid her nude buttocks down lower, raised chubby knees ceilingwards and mouthed, "Now, Cecil, now!"
Her fleshy thighs parted and as his head went obediently down between them, Cecil's lips touched the skin of her inner leg and he tasted the saltiness of her sweat. "Up, Cecil, move your mouth up!" the panted moans from his sister's mouth directed him. He slid his mouth up the warm, moist flesh until the sparse cluster of beginning pubic hairs tickled the tip of his nose. Cecil's lower lip thrust out and he felt the small, wet slit move beneath it. "Stick " whispered his sister, " stick your tongue in!"
Blanche would not have been in Cecil's bed that night, and the nine – year – old boy would have been spared his first confusing but exciting experience of the sexual games that his sister liked to play if baby Donna had slept like she was supposed to. But the baby's loud and angry screams had disturbed Alma until she had to lift Donna from her cot, and carry her to the double bed that she shared with Blanche. Then she rocked her in an unavailing effort to quiet her, calm her, and put her back to sleep.
Finally, Blanche had thrust back the bedclothes, sat up beside Alma, and muttered, "How can I go to sleep when that little pest is screaming?" She stared at the baby, resentfully.
Alma, who took her motherly duties with all of a thirteen-year-olds seriousness, shook her head reprovingly at her sister. "You know she can't help it," she murmured. "I've got to look after her when mother isn't here." She held the baby soothingly against her breast and rocked her gently. It was one of the many nights when their mother was working late at the office.
Blanche slid a chubby, curvy, and angry leg out of the bed. "I'm going to sleep someplace else," she muttered, quivering with anger. She moved to the bedroom door, closed it indignantly behind her, then padded across the hall to Cecil's room.
He was huddled on one side of the bed. An errant sheet had slipped to the floor and Blanche stared at the exposed body of her young brother. Poor, sweet Cecil! Blanche's anger evaporated. He never cries at night! she thought as her memory conveniently erased the sleepless nights he had given their mother.
He had kicked off his pajama – pants, drawn up his knees, and lain on his side. Blanche's eyes dropped to the nakedness of his smooth, unboylike buttocks; then she picked up the sheet, covered him, and crawled in bed beside him. His body felt soft, warm, and comforting as Blanche snuggled herself close to him. She let her small hand rest for a moment on the gentle curve of his thigh, then she twisted herself away with urgent, jerky movements, slid off her little pajama – panties, and tore the top as she dragged it off.
Blanche breathed deeply. A new, beginning emotion flickered through her developing body as she pressed her bare flesh against Cecil's.
He slept soundly, peacefully.
The small, rounded belly of the little girl squeezed against Cecil's buttocks. She felt a small pulse begin to throb with a new, strangely exciting intensity. Blanche slid her small, inquisitive hand down between her thighs, then let her fingers crawl up to the tiny slit. It was wet, warm, and slithery. She inserted a finger, teased herself with tiny, experimental probes. It was delicious! She held her breath, then squeezed her thighs tightly together with a strained, exquisite tension. Her hand crept over Cecil's hip, slipped down to his wee crotch. His penis was soft, unmoving; below, the tiny balls were flaccid.
Blanche felt an unexpected sadness. Poor Cecil! He didn't have an exciting, squirmy little hole like she did. He couldn't feel all the nice, squishy things that she felt when she poked her finger inside. Too bad! She moved her hand back onto her own, so much more interesting body. If Cecil had been the same as her, Blanche was thinking, she'd have shown him how to get the same squiggly, tingly feelings that she got…
Suddenly, she dragged her hand away from the tiny, slitted mound and its wet, opening lips, lifted a warm leg, eased it over Cecil's hip, then lifted herself carefully until her sparse growth of pubic hair pressed against the soft nudeness of his buttock. She began to slide herself up and down, slowly and delightfully, until she felt her vaginal lips open more widely, then slither with wet, sucking movements against the satiny flesh of the young boy's bottom.
Cecil awoke slowly, confusedly, wonderingly.
"Uum, wh – what "
"Cecil " Blanche hissed, pausing in her undulations for a moment, " it's me. I'm sleeping with you tonight."
He half turned himself.
"Don't move." Blanche's voice was urgent, anxious. "Stay like you are." She let out her breath in a tremulous, low laugh. "I like to to squeeze against you "
He moved his buttocks: contracted the cheeks then relaxed them. He could feel the soft lips of Blanche's tiny cunt moving on his skin. "You you feel wet," he murmured.
"Yesss," she hissed, the word slipping from her mouth like steam. "My little hole's all wet and iggly."
Cecil felt a tiny thrill of unexpected pleasure at her words. He hadn't known it was her little holey thing that she was pressing against him! He pressed back with his buttocks, feeling the warm lips spread themselves open more widely. That's nice! he thought to himself.
"I I like that!" Blanche gasped, biting her lower lip with restrained excitement. Her head dropped down onto Cecil's shoulder. She pressed her cheek against his skin and sighed. Cecil was so sweet. She was sorry she couldn't do something nice for him! She placed her mouth on his shoulder, kissed him absently. Then she opened her mouth against his flesh and tickled his skin with her tongue, and as she did it she got an idea.
"Cecil?" She jerked her head up violently and her belly parted from her brother's flesh with a sucking sound. "Cecil," she repeated urgently, "I want you to kiss me "
He twisted his head, groped for her face with his lips.
"No – " she breathed, "not like that." A shiver ran through her body as she said, "I want you to kiss my little hole "
Cecil made a sound of surprise. Kiss her little holey thing! He'd never thought of that. "Why?" he asked, innocently, interestedly.
"Because " she panted, wriggling in anticipation, " I want you to."
She thrust her arm under his body, pulled his face to hers, kissed him wetly on the lips. "Kiss it," she said, half – pleadingly.
He slid his head down her body. "If you want me to." His voice was muffled by her flesh and the sheet.
"You're sweet, Cecil so sweet!" Blanche purred like a kitten, patted his head as it slipped across her belly. "Kiss it good, Cecil, she told him, pressing her body hard into the mattress, bracing her buttocks, then parting her thighs as she felt the little boy's face slide between her legs.
Cecil nestled his body between his sister's legs. It was a snug and cozy place, he thought as he rubbed his nose on the downy fuzz at the apex of her belly. Her thighs touched his cheeks; the small slit was under his mouth. He let his tongue slide out, touch it.
"It's salty," he murmured, lifting his head and licking his lips. "Your little holey thing tastes salty, Blanche."
"It's wet," she hissed, squeezing her buttocks together fiercely in an agony of impatience.
Cecil pressed his mouth against the tiny lips, kissed gently.
"Push your tongue in… " Blanche jerked out the words in her little – girl voice.
Cecil licked it experimentally. The lips seemed to curl open. "Don’t pee – pee on me " he murmured, anxiously.
"Just suck!" Blanche groaned.
He pushed his tongue out the slit became wider, opened up; then he thrust his tongue into Blanche's little holey thing.
"She made a low squeal. "Oh, Cecil it's so nice so nice "
Cecil felt a small glow of pleasure. He liked to please Blanche. He thrust in more deeply, slid his tongue in, out, then upward. He found a small, wriggly pimple which oozed about under her skin. He touched it with his tongue and Blanche's body jerked.
^Blanche?" He lifted his head, felt saliva drip wetly from the corner of his mouth. "You've got a little, oozy lump there," he told her in case she didn't know.
"Suck it," she mouthed. Her voice was low, groany, hungry. Not little – girlish at all! "Stick your tongue on it, lick it " she groaned urgently.
Cecil tickled it with his tongue. Whenever he pressed the tip of this tongue on it, it slid out from under. It was funny! He tried to catch it between his lips, but It kept slithering away. He pressed his mouth down hard, managed to catch the oozy little lump between his teeth. He felt very pleased with himself. He licked it with his tongue as it slid around. Each time he touched it, Blanche gave a small moan. Once he pulled his mouth away, lifted his head, then asked, "Am I hurting?"
"No," she muttered. "Go on suck some more."
"You sounded as if I was hurting," he said. "That's why I stopped."
Blanche tensed the cheeks of her bottom, wriggled her body in frustration. "Go on!" she grated with her tiny teeth gritted together. "Don't talk. Suck!"
"I just wanted to know " he murmured. "Don't get mad."
"Suck!" Blanche jerked the tensed tip of her tiny clitoris. "I I’ll spank you, Cecil, if you don't suck."
He licked it despondently. It was wetter than ever. Why should Blanche get so mad at him?
"If you spank me – I – I’ll tell Alma," he muttered, lifting his mouth from the oozy little lump. "I’ll tell mom!"
Blanche became very still. "Cecil?" Her voice was tight, filled with restrained emotion. "If if you kiss it nicely real good I I’ll give you a bath tomorrow. A nice bath."
"You will?" Cecil's voice was elated. He loved the way his sister bathed him. Especially when she gave him her special bath! "Your your special bath?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes," Blanche sighed, feeling her little clitoris subside. "A special bath. Now," she breathed, "kiss it, Cecil suck it and keep on sucking."
He went down again, letting his lips encircle the wet little lump. She seemed to like having that tickled, he thought. His tongue moved over her clitoris; he sucked the surrounding tissue into his mouth, licked it with his tongue. He liked that. He drew it into his mouth more deeply and the little moans began to spew from Blanche's lips.
"Ooh, Cecil – eeeeh, Cecil – "
This time he didn't stop to ask her if he was hurting. This time he knew that she made that noise when she liked it! He sucked some more, tickled some more, and Blanche moaned higher and higher. Then, so suddenly that Cecil was almost frightened, Blanche jerked her passion – filled little body, writhed her hot flesh, and twisted her wetly spewing cunt off her little brother's mouth.
"Ooh, Cecil," she moaned. "Ooh uugh Cecil!"
She bounced her buttocks up and down with excited, urgent movements. Cecil felt her thighs close on his face, trapping his cheeks painfully between them. She squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks tightly together, then relaxed them and released Cecil's sensitive face from between her legs.
"You're so sweet, Cecil," she murmured, her breath coming out in a long – drawn – out sigh. "So sssweet " She stroked his head gently as if he were a pet, an obedient little dog.
"My mouth's all wet," he complained. "Did you pee – pee on me?"
"No," she sighed, still stroking his face, "it wasn’t pee – pee. It was "
"What?" he asked. "What made me so wet?"
Blanche sighed deeply; she felt so good. So nice and peaceful. "It was was something else." She tried to explain something that she didn't really know. "Something nice " A small moan of pleasure bubbled from her lips, then she whispered, "Well do this again sometime "
"All right," Cecil said agreeably. "If you like it all right." He climbed up her body, edging his face closer to hers. When his head was on the pillow, he turned his face and kissed her on the cheek.
She patted him soothingly.
He slid his mouth across her face, searching for her lips.
Blanche jerked her head away. "Don't kiss me on the mouth now," she said sharply.
Cecil froze in hurt surprise. "W – why not?" he asked indignantly.
"Not "said Blanche in her primmest voice, " right after you've been kissing me there!" She pushed his face away. "That wouldn't be nice, Cecil," she said severely, "that just wouldn't be nice!"