My sister Jen is nearly 4 years older then I am and soon to be a junior at Westfield High. Now, she is babysitting for 4 kids, all belonging to friends of our mom. Jen gets $100 a week for each of the kids when they're at our house Monday through Friday. I guess $400 a week's not bad income for somebody 17 years old. The only problem I have is that one of the kids, Joey Patterson, has to go to the orthodontist's office every week to have his braces adjusted. Since Jen had her driver's license, she was the one who took him, and while she was gone with Joey, I got stuck watching the other three. It could have been good if it were not that those three were all girls, 8, 11, and 12.

The second or third week when I was watching them for Jen, the oldest, Karen, informed me that she and her sister, Quinn, had a secret that they wanted to show me. Now, Quinn was the youngest of the three, but her body was more developed then either of the others. One afternoon, just after Jen and Joey left, Quinn came to me and said, "Steve, Karen and Jamie have plans to get you down the basement in the playroom and tie you up."

"What do they want to do after they tie me up?" I asked her.

"They want to take you pants down and see your thing," she informed me.

"So, do you want to see me too?" I asked the preteen?"

"Yeah, I'd sort of like to see it too," she admitted with a blush.

"Where's your sister and Jamie, now?" I asked her.

"They're out in the yard making clover flower necklaces. When they're doing that, they usually spend a couple hours doing it because they always want to make them real long."

I knew that it always took about half an hour in the dentist's chair for the adjustment because my sister wore them and I sometimes went with mom when she took Jen. I knew too that the orthodontist's office was clear across town, and in the heavy lunchtime traffic was easy an hour's drive each way.

"I'll tell you what kid, if you promise to show me yours, I'll show you mine," I told the girl.

The 8-year old thought for a few seconds then said to me, "Well, Karen and Jamie both wanted to see too, but I guess I would be willing if you don't tell them what we did."

"That sounds fair, do you want to do it now?"

"Yeah, we have plenty time, she told me.

"Let's go up to my room. They never come up there so we'll be safer up there, I suggested.

Quickly I stood up and taking her hand, led the girl up two flights of steps to my room. Once inside, I closed and locked the door to both the hall and from the connecting bath to my sister's room so nobody could come in if they did come upstairs.

"How do you want to do it?" I asked her.

"Why don't we each take off one piece of our clothes at a time. That way, neither one will have an advantage," she told me.

"That sounds fair, so where do we start?"

"Socks," she reported.

One by one we shed the clothing we were wearing. I was down to my boxer shorts and Quinn was down to her bra and panties with it being her turn. I would not have cared if we didn't go any further because she looked really sexy in just her underclothes. I could see the outline of her pussy lips in through the material of her panties that was between her legs. "Steve, it looks like you're going to be the first to get a good look," she told me. "What do you want to see, up here or down here," she said as she moved her hands to cup the respective parts of her anatomy.

"How about up there," I told her, pointing to her boobs.

"She reached behind her back and quickly unhooked the hooks on the back of her bra. She shrugged her arms and it fell forward and down her arms revealing two very sweet developing girl mounds. They weren't big, about the size of halves of a lemon but they were boobs and I'd never seen any in person before. Her nipples were almost white yet, not the darker pink like the nipples of the girls in most of the books my friends supply me. When she stood there with her bra in one hand and both at her sides, I could do nothing else by stare. They were beautiful; they were real live titties. They were the first real set of boobs I've ever seen. I stood motionless for a few seconds trying to decide whether she or my sister had bigger ones. It was obvious to me the 8-year old's aureoles were larger then what my sister's are and her nipples stand up real pretty like. My sister's are flat.

"Ok, your turn," she informed me.

"You're not going to wimp out on me, are you?" she asked

"No," I said as I slid my thumbs under the waistband. Continuing, I pushed them down past my knees and left them drop to the floor.

Quinn's gaze quickly focused on my cock. It was standing real tall and hard below my waist from looking at her titties. That's much bigger then my cousin's," she said to me.

"You've seen your cousin's penis? How old is he?" I asked her.

"Five," she told me, he's just a little kid yet," she continued with a chuckle.

"I would hope mine's bigger then his then," I retorted.

"Well, I'm almost 4 years younger then my sister, and she doesn't even need to wear a bra yet. Mom throws a fit anytime I want to go out without one."

"You've got cute boobs," I told her.

"Thank you, but do you want to see my pussy too or are you just a tittie guy?" she asked.

"Sure, isn't that what we agreed to do?" I asked her.

With that, the youngster dropped her panties to display her girl virtues to me. I looked down at her now naked torso and marveled at the amount of hair she had. It was more then even I had.

I knelt down to bring my eyes closer to the level of her cunny and looked closely. I could hardly see her crack between her pussy lips the hair was so thick. I moved my head several times to try to get a better view down between her legs. She must have recognized my dilemma because after several seconds, she offered, "Do you want me to lay down and spread my legs so you can see it easier?"

"Would you?" I responded.

"Sure, I want you to be able to see me too. After all, a girl doesn't have much on the outside. Most of our parts are inside our bodies. You can see a few of them, but some of the others you can only feel," she informed me.

Having said that, she lie down on the couch and spread her legs wide for me. See, here's my clit. That's the place I like to rub the most. When I do, I get all tied up in knots inside."

"Here, let me have your finger a minute," she said to me. She took my finger and moved it to the opening at the bottom of her pussy lips. "Feel the hole there?" she said as she pushed my index finger inside. "That's my vagina. That's where a guy puts his cock to screw a girl. If he gets his spunk inside her at the wrong time, she could get pregnant." She continued.

My mind was spinning in circles. 20 minutes ago I was bemoaning the fact that I had to watch three girls while my sister took her fourth charge to the dentist. Now I was in the midst of a lesson on sex by a girl 4 years younger then me, a precocious 8-year old at that.

"If you put a second finger in me, it'll feel a lot better. If you move them in and out you can probably make me climax," she said. "Do you want to try?"

I was now totally beside myself now, thinking about what she had already done and what else she might do. "Sure," I told her without hesitation.

Quinn took my hand and pressed my index and second fingers together and moved them toward her vagina. She then pressed my two fingers inside as far as she could get them. I could feel sort of ripples in it. "Now, push them in and out like this," she told me as she demonstrated with her fingers on mine.

After a few seconds, she left her hand fall away from mine and left me to do what she told me to do. "Mmmmm, that feels really good," she said to me.

After another minute or so, I could feel her pussy getting tighter on my fingers. It was getting wetter too. "Can you rub a little faster, I'm starting to stimulate a little and I want to cum."

I speeded up going in and out with my fingers inside her. "Like this I asked?"

"No, that's too fast. Slow down just a little. Yeah, that's it; that feels really good," she said to me. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum pretty soon."

A minute later her body went stiff and I felt her pussy get real tight on my fingers. I was shocked just how much it squeezed down, almost like it was trying to push my fingers out. I continued to pump my fingers in and out and looked up at her face. Her eyes were tight closed and a little smile was on her lips. Finally, she moved a little and then reached won and pushed my hand away from her pussy. I tried to keep my fingers inside, but she sort of forced my hand away from between her legs.

"Didn't you like me doing that?" I asked.

"Yeah, but after I climax it gets too strong and I need to stop. It's almost like it's too much of a good thing."

I was totally shocked about what I had just seen and done. Never in my young life had I either witnessed or participated in something that was so intense. I just sat there starring at her.

"We better get dressed and go back down stairs," Quinn told me. "Here, let me show you something before we go down," she said as she took my hand. "Smell your fingers. That's my smell when I'm turned on. My sister says she can smell it across the room when I rub myself at night."

We quickly dressed and then, standing facing each other, the she gave me a hug saying, "Thank you, Steve, for making me feel good. Maybe the next time I can do the same for you. Karen told me what girls could do for guys, but I've never done it yet so it might take a little while for us to work things out. What you did for me was a lot better then what she does for me. She's always so worried that I won't do her too."