She watched him leave. True, his body was changing, he was becoming a man, but he was still only a teen, in many ways. It was crazy of her to have sexual thoughts about him. Why, he probably didn't even think about girls yet.
Kent escaped from the house with a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid his mother would think of some chore for him to do. It seemed like years since he'd been with Vicky, and he felt like he couldn't wait a moment longer.
He hurried across the back yards, stopping to have a look under the big spreading tree. She wasn't there. It was still morning, maybe she wasn't up yet. He hesitated about knocking at her door. Then he heard her calling him: 'Kent! Kent, over here, in my back yard.'
He hadn't seen her at first because she was lying on the grass under a huge sun umbrella. Kent ran over and flopped down beside her. She was wearing her little blue bikini. She had placed the umbrella well – they couldn't be seen from her house.
'Hi,' she said. 'I was hoping you'd get over and see me sooner. What happened?'
'Aw, I was grounded,' said Kent. 'For being late for dinner yesterday.'
He looked at her, remembering very vividly why he had been late. She looked delicious to him, with her long sun-bleached blonde hair, her curvy tan little body, and her round young tits swelling up tightly in the tiny bikini bra.
He'd been so close to fucking her yesterday, getting his very first fuck. He didn't intend to miss the chance to do it today, no matter how often his mother called him, no matter what the punishment.
He grabbed Vicky and started to kiss her hungrily, but she laughed and pushed him away.
'Hey,' she said, 'don't rush. It's a lot more fun when you take your time.'
Kent sighed. He was already trembling with horniness. 'But we will do it, won't we, Vicky?' he said anxiously. 'I haven't thought about anything else since yesterday.'
She grinned mischievously. 'Of course we will, Kent. But let's not hurry. There's so many fun things to do. We can start like this.'
She sat up and took off the top of her bikini. Her sweet firm tits bobbed out and quivered enticingly before his eyes, the nipples soft and pink, the globes tan and silky.
'Play with me tits, Kent,' she said softly. 'I really dig that.'
Kent reached out with trembling sweaty hands and touched the satiny rounds of her young breasts. He cupped them and gently squeezed. Vicky gave a little sigh of pleasure and leaned back on her elbows, thrusting her chest brazenly forward.
As Kent began to play happily with her tits, he noted that she had no shame about her body, no modesty about removing her clothes. But then there was nothing to be shy about – she was beautiful.
Kent held her perfectly round tits lightly in his hands and began to rub the pert strawberry-colored nipples with his thumbs. The rosy nubs were quick to respond to his touch, going taut and hard and tingling. Vicky sighed.
'Oh, that's so nice, Kent,' she said. 'See, we really shouldn't hurry. We can have so much fun just taking our time. There are a lot of far-out things we can do. Like this…'
Her hand crept toward his crotch…
Patty Hanson had been up before any of her family, and when Kent left the house she was hiding behind a bush in the back yard, waiting for him. She intended to follow her big brother and see what he was up to. She suspected he was going to go see Vicky again, and if he did, she wanted to know about it.
Patty had always had a crush on her handsome older brother, but since turning a teenager, her feelings had deepened. She was jealous of any girl who paid attention to him. Also Patty was getting very interested in sex. She didn't know much about it yet, but she was anxious to learn. She wanted to see everything Kent did with Vicky.
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.
