roots of a protruding tree. My idea was to pretend that I had lost them, but I would be able to “find” them later. As it turned out when I returned to retrieve them, they were not there, as they must have washed out of the tree.
Once ready, while their backs were turned I jumped and made a large splash to attract their attention. When I came up I called out that I had lost my swimsuit and would they help me look for them. They came over and I rushed around pretending to search with one hand cupped over my genitals.
Of course my hand did not stay there all the time so there were plenty of chances for the girls to see me naked. In the end I gave up and sat on the bank with a towel around me. As I was sitting on the bank hugging my knees so they was ample opportunity for the girls see under the towel if they wanted to. They kept taking sneak looks at me and seemed to find it rather amusing, as there were lots of comments and laughing whenever they looked in my direction.
Twice I said I wanted to swim and cool down so I would go for a very brief dip on the other side of a clump of overhanging trees, leaving them in the safer area downstream. I would return to where they were and resume sitting where they could see me and more importantly, see my genitals. I went know further and when they finished the swimming, we dressed and returned home.
I had some “agro” from my mother over the loss of my best swimwear, but next Saturday we returned to the river with my spare pair. When we arrived and were going to get changed, I suggested that as it was shallow, they could swim in the safe spot, but as I had quite enjoyed being nude the previous week, I would go further upstream and swim in the nude for a while.
They seemed to hesitate so I said, “Of course, do you want to join me?”
They looked at each other and nodded. So to make it easier for them, I turned my back, stripped and jumped into the river while they hesitantly removed their clothes and followed after me.
Within a few minutes they started to enjoy the experience and week after week for the rest of the summer we returned to the river to swim naked. I might add that I was always careful to wet our swimsuits before we returned home. By this stage I was now more aware that what I had been doing was wrong so I did nothing and just thoroughly enjoyed the sight of their lovely young bodies and, when swimming, playing or our hi-jinks permitted, obtained close up glimpses or accidentally touch their genitals.
Of course I tried to “engineer” these situations but all was relatively innocent at that stage.
Summer passed, winter came and went, and now it was the following summer. I was now 18 and they were 12 and 13 so I once again suggested they may like to go swimming and of course they agreed. There was only the slightest hesitancy with stripping the first time and we continued nude swimming and sunbathing for a few weeks, until one very hot day my raging hormones got the better of me.
Because of the sun, I suggested rubbing sun lotion on them, so they lay face down on their towels while I did so. I asked if they wanted to put some on their front. They asked me to do it and of course I was a “perfect gentleman” and obliged. My hand lingered passed near their genitals as I rubbed lotion on their legs and that was it, my good resolutions were gone, andhadto go further, so I lay on my towel asked them to rub lotion on my back.
They knelt on each side of me and the sight of their cute pussies a few inches from my nose was enough, and I soon had a raging 6” erection. At that stage they were unable to see it I was lying face down. When it came to the time to turn over, I hesitated and said that I had a bit of a problem, and for them to be prepared for a surprise. They looked puzzled and asked if I was ill. I said no and I turned over. Their mouths dropped open as they stared at my penis.
Of course they had seen it many times before but obviously not with an erection, so they asked, “Why has your thingy gonelike that?”
I replied that was a difficult question to answer so I started by telling them that it was called a penis and when the mans body needed to make the Penis get hard it just pumped blood into it, like blowing up a balloon. They seemed to accept that, and of course as I hoped, they then asked why did it needed to become hard. I explained that to tell them “why” it happened, I would have to tell them a bit about the male and female body.
I then said, “Before I explained, there were two things I wanted then to do to help them understand.” I said that it was important that they knew how hard a Penis got and asked them to gently squeeze it to see. A little reluctantly they did so and then I asked them to feel my testicles and tell me what they could feel. They were still hesitant but in the end did so. I explained what these round things were called and that I would tell them what they were used for later.
I explained what the parts were, and what they were for and pointed out each part of their anatomy and mine.
I then asked if they remembered their mother carrying their youngest sister in her tummy before she was born. Again they said yes, so I asked the older sister to lay down with her legs together and proceeded to trace the outline of the womb on her stomach while I explained what the womb was for and that the entrance was between her legs.
I asked her to lift and open her legs and I gently parted her young labia to show her younger sister what the hole looked like. I then had them change places so the older one could then see her younger sister's genitals. I gave a simplified explanation of how man and woman made love and why it was very necessary for the penis to go very hard so it could be put in the woman's hole. I also explained that it was the testicles that produced the “seed.” They said “it all sounded funny” but after a while they seemed to get used to the idea.
I then said that this was the physical part, but that people made love for enjoyment and that I had forgotten to mention the most enjoyable part of their body. I asked them to lay down, one on each side of me and spread their legs apart. I carefully touched their clitoris using one hand on each. They seemed to enjoy this, and after about 30 minutes of delightful activity I could contain myself no more so I finished by masturbating to show them what the “seed” was like.
The following week the oldest girl was ill and was unable to come with us. I managed to persuade the younger one to allow a bit of playing with her genitals, which she agreed to, but she refused to touch mine again. The week after, due to a lot of rain in the mountains the river was in flood and conditions never improved for the last weeks of the summer.
The following year the younger girl came out swimming but her older sibling would not. I suspect she had reached puberty and was very shy. I took the younger girl probably six or eight times, still nude swimming but she permitted nothing else. Toward the end of summer, after a gap of about a month due to river conditions, she suddenly refused to strip and insisted on wearing her swimsuit all the time.
After much prompting on my part, she admitted that she was growing hair “down there.” I tried very hard to get her to show me, but she refused and in the end she no longer wanted to come swimming. Perhaps she disliked my hints, I don't know, but for the balance of that summer I spent most of the time at the river on my own. These girls still live in town and have families of their own. I have to confess to feeling guilty and uncomfortable when I occasionally meet them face to face, although though this all occurred about 40 years ago.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Nineteen
The final occasion occurred in my 19th year. I was asked to “baby-sit” for a nearby family. They had two children, a girl of about 12 and a boy nearly two years younger. I had done this on several occasions before and never attempted anything. I had been told previously that the boy was to go to bed about 8:30pm, but the daughter could stay up a little later. Of course being normal siblings, he said it was not fair, so the daughter been in the habit of going to bed at the same time as him. She would wait until her younger brother had fallen asleep and then sneaking out to watch TV with me until about 9:30 or 10:00. On this occasion I was sitting on the couch and she sat on the other end facing me and put her feet on my lap and asked me to rub her feet, as they were itchy. I rubbed them for a while, very gradually moving up to massage her calves as far as the hem of her nightdress.
Up to that point she seemed to be quite enjoying the attention. I wanted to go higher so I asked: “Are you wearing any panties?”
She answered: “Yes.”
I said that they were no different to swimsuits and pushed the hem of her nightdress up past her waist.
She did not seem to be in the slightest bit worried by this so I gradually started massaging higher until I was able to massage up to her groin, although I still did not her touch anywhere under her panties. I then asked if she
