Ugh!

I can't begin to tell you just how much I hate wearing a dress. Please, don't get me wrong, I dress as girly as any other kid my age, but I just hate it. And these shoes; fuck. But, what can you do, your Mom only gets married so many times, so I guess I could live with it this one time. My stepfather of 10 minutes waved at me and I waved back. He looked very handsome in his suit, thank God Mom's gonna marry him and not one of those losers I've had to live with in the past. I walked around, mingling with the guests, just waiting for the cake to be served. While waiting, I went outside to all the smokers, to hang out with them for a while

"Hi, Ciji."

Oh, teriffic; Uncle Frank!

By then we were the only ones left outside. He was standing next to me and with no one alse around I weren't exactly surprised with what would happen next. Let's see, yup, there you go; his hand caressed my back. I looked up at him, followed his gaze as he looked for anyone who might spot us.

And then; 3, 2, 1, THERE IT IS!

His hand down to my buttcheeks, running over them both, squeezing them.

"You sure have grown since last time."

I made some smalltalk with him as he touched me. I rarely see my uncle Frank, thank God, because every time he finds an excuse to touch my ass. Don't get me wrong, it's a very nice feeling to be touched back there, but couldn't it be someone who smells nice? His hand suddenly moved to my lower back again as Aunt Bethany came outside.

"Come on you two, it's getting too cold outside and we're ready for cake."

Uncle Frank held out his hand to me and I took it and walked in with him.

"You should suggest to your Mom to come visit me and Bethany, we'd have a wonderful time."

Yeah, no shit, at least he would. I might not be quite 12 yet, but I could easily imagine what he'd do to me.

He was gonna say more, but Aunt Bethany was back, telling us to hurry, the bride and groom and wedding cake were only waiting for us. I stayed away from my uncle for the rest of the night, staying by Michael and Mom mostly. I didn't have to fake interest either, as I really like my new stepfather. I'm a sucky dancer, but Michael had me on his feet and swung me around the rented ballroom a few times. Uncle Frank tried to get me out there too, but by then I'd had so much cake I used that as an excuse to say no. He was getting too drunk anyway, so Aunt Bethany stopped him when he tried to insist. How such a sweet woman married such a prick I'll never understand. When Mom went to change into something more appropriate for a night of partying, I went with her as it was my bedtime after all (the house weren't too far from the weddingparty location).

I weren't gonna fight about going to sleep, with all the cake and food and the glass of champagne I'd been allowed half of, I was dead tired. Mom kissed me goodnight and I looked up at her. She looked very pretty; her long, thick hair, that came in various shades of blonde and brown, which I'd been lucky enough to inherit, tied up in an elegant bun, with plenty of hair to still hang off her shoulders.

"Never make me wear a dress again Mom, it was ugly, and so cold whenever I went outside."

"Sweetie, the dress was just fine and you looked as pretty as ever, everyone said so."

"Then they're full of shit, Mom. Sorry, it's the champagne talking."

She scowled after the first sentence, laughed at the second, kissed me again and left. I dreamed of more chocolate cake.

*

Michael was the one to wake me in the morning, as I were going with them to the airport to see them off for their honeymoon. His hand rubbed my lower back in slow circles and it felt so very nice. I pretended to sleep, hoping maybe he'd rub my butt a little, as adults sometimes do. But nope, he shook my shoulder instead. Sigh. I don't know what it is with me when it comes to him, but I get so exited when his hands touch me. Maybe it's a sex thing, but I wasn't old enough to want that am I? I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. Such a nice smile. I couldn't see it at the moment, as I hadn't put on my glasses yet, but I'd seen it before. He left and I was alone to get dressed, thankfully clothes of my own choosing. I had a pair of pink jeanshorts that shows of every inch of my legs that I slipped on, and since they are very tight across my butt, I put on a short top so that it showed to. I don't think I'm really that hot or anything, but I like to get noticed. My Mom is the same way so I assume I picked it up from her. Mom and Michael was sitting in the couch, enjoying some coffee before we had to leave. I went over, stood in front of Michael, held my arms out, told him to catch me and fell in between his legs, hugging him. If I was gonna have this strong man in the house I'm gonna enjoy it. And trust me, Michael is strong. He's a wrestler and is a huge muscular man. Like many little girls I had always been affectionate with people I like and I hadn't outgrown it yet. With Michael I don't think I ever will. He hugged me back and if you ask me, he's the best hugger ever. Sadly, he let me go too fast; I could have stayed there forever. I hopped on the couch next to him, with my bare legs across his lap.

"Rub my feet Mom, they hurt after those dumb dress shoes yesterday. At least I'm dressed normal again."

"Sorry about the pain, but stop complaining Ciji, you looked just fine in a dress," Michael said.

"Yes, sir," I saluted him and rested my head on his shoulder as Mom rubbed my feet.

Michael's hands stroked up and down my legs a few times. They were really warm hands and so very big, one would probably nearly cover my thigh. Not that he did, he stayed below the knee. Why are men so afraid to just let loose with kids? He has to know how much I love to be touched and held. Our cozy family moment didn't really last very long as 15 minutes later we headed for the airport.

*

At the airport we met up with my stepmother, whom I was gonna be with during the honeymoon. Mom and Dad divorced when I was 4 and he married Lise when I was 6. Dad died two years later, leaving Lise a widow. We became friends in the few years she was married to Dad and we still were. Her house was the only place I wanted to stay when Mom and Michael was gone. I hugged them both goodbye outside the security point as I was not joining them beyond that. Lise lives in an apartment with her daughter Alexandra, a few miles from my house. I was gonna sleep in Alexandras room, which at the moment was empty, as she was with her father for several days. Lise is a chef at a restaurant, so dinner was always delicious. She took me to see a movie, served me some amazing grilled cheeze sandwiches when we got back. The day had gone by incredibly fast and I was dead tired and slunk into a deep sleep.

In the morning, I looked at my watch to find it was barely past 5 am. I'm an early riser, but not that damn early. I couldn't fall asleep though, Instead, I was really tense and just tossed back and forth. I needed to relax and there is always one surefire way of accomplishing that. My small hands were resting on my stomach. Is all girls as smooth as me, I wondered as said hands slid down to my thighs. I stroked them for a while, as I'd found that to make it extra special when I went to my private place a little later. When I was ready I entered my loose yellow panties, giving some light touches to my hard button down there. I never fail to shudder at the sensation of it. I added more pressure on myself, trying not to moan to badly. Sitting up, I removed the covers and looked down to spot my button as I fingered it. It was so dark, as it always get when I play with it and at every pass of my thumb I shivered a little from how sensitive that part of me is. I took my fingers in my mouth to get them nice and slick for when I was gonna enter myself. As a fingertip played with the the entrance hole I flashed on an image of Michael doing it to me. I knew it was an impossible fantasy, as he didn't think of girls that way, but I'd been thinking about him for weeks now and it seemed to me it really adds to the feeling of my touch. My fingers were really working on both button and opening and the pleasure grew and grew and I got deperate to recapture that special feeling that would end my little vagina action. Without thinking, I cried out Michael's name when I came. Ooooooooooohhhhhh! Oh man, that is the best feeling in the world. Michael, Michael, I whispered to the room as my body convulsed away. I got three more hours of sleep after that.

Alexandra eventually came home so from then on I had to share the room. Alexandra is 14 years old and unbelievably beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect hair, awesome taste in clothes, lots of friends and very popular as I understood it. And she's a lesbian, though I don't think anyone knows but me. Uncle Frank had made me aware of being wanted and everything about Alexandra said she wanted me. Peaks, open stares, often including her nipples being stiff, told an obvious story, at least to me. I wondered if she'd ever act on it? Heck, would I mind? I got my answer a week later.

Her bed is big enough for two so we had always shared. What girl her age would want that with another girl not quite 12, huh? A lesbo, I tell you. Anyway, I was still awake and her leg was across my own. And believe me, she was not sleeping either, so this was no accident. Her skin was sightly cool and amazingly smooth against my own. It was a nice feeling, I had to admit. Wow, she must have been certain that I was asleep, because she slid her arm under my shirt. I snored lightly for effect as her hand slowly went up and down, underwear to shoulderblades a few times. I could practically hear her mentally begging me to not wake up and putting an end to this. I could understand her as her touch was pretty wonderful. Alexandra scooted even closer, lining up our bodies with our ankles touching. For fun I 'stirred'. Before she could react, I was on my side, throwing a leg across her body, ending with my knee restling on her butt and my toes under her knee.

"I'm awake, Alex, been so the whole time."

She drew back, looking at me in a panic. I really was OK with the whole her being gay thing, and fine with what she had been doing, so I hugged her.

"It's OK, Alex. I don't mind. You're my sister and I love you, you know that right?"

She sobbed a little on my shoulder and I wanted her to stop. She had a night shirt on and I took my hand under it, me rubbing her back this time. It sure was warm, almost burning under my hand. I pushed her over on her back and pressed my smaller body down between her thighs.

"Oh, God," she shuddered.

Not knowing if it would be weird, I kissed her. Her young tits pressed between us. It wasn't really that exiting, but the kiss was very nice.

"Come on, Alex, have fun, I'll say so if it gets uncomfortable."

Her hands instantly grabbed hold of my butt, stroking it, squeezing. She moaned against the side of my neck. My groin was tingling so I pressed against her. I supposed humping was a boy thing cause it didn't do much for me. I moved to press one leg into her groin and she thrusted against it.

"Ciji. Oh, my. You are so beautiful, more and more all the time."

That was quite the compliment from someone as breathtaking as her. As a reward I grabbed her boob, which fit perfectly in my hand under her shirt. You should have heard her when I passed my finger over her hard nipple. Her tongue licked along my teeth, so I parted them, waiting for how it would feel against my own. Simply amazing would be the answer. That must be so much fun with a cute guy. Her tongue was really wiggly in my mouth, she was enjoying herself sooo much. I manouvered my body next to her, lowering my hand down to her groin. She gripped my wrist tight and got it all the way down as quick as she could. I pressed my fingers against her panties and she humped against them. A finger pressed the silk into her hole, which was really wet. I rubbed her as she kissed me, simpering against my lips. Her hips lifted as her thighs spread.

"Touch my naked pussy, Ciji. Please."

I entered her panties to find an even wetter pussy. I had plenty of practise on myself that I hoped would come in handy. Her hole and her button (named clit according to her) passed under my hand and before long she kissed me hard, crying out as I felt her pussy squirting wet stuff all over my hand. It must have felt really intense because her body shook more than mine ever had. I can't wait until my pussy leaks like that.

"Was that nice, Alex, did I do good?"

She nodded with a dreamy smile, then closed her eyes as she panted for breath. It soon slowed and she must have fallen asleep cause she snored lightly.

*

Alexandra was looking down at me when I woke up the next morning.

"Good morning, did your mom go to work yet?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Listen," she said. "About last night...I hope you didn't feel pressured by me. We don't have to do it again, just please, don't tell anyone."

"I won't Alex. Besides, it was fun. I don't really like girls that way, but it wasn't bad either. Don't worry OK, it'll be fine."

I gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

"I sure wish I were as pretty as you, Alex."

"Don't say that. You're lovely Ciji. It's too bad no one has ever told you how much."

"I'm just a regular girl, nothing special."

"Bullshit. You have a great mouth for one thing, you have any idea what women do to themselves to try to get full lips like yours?"

"My nose is too big."

"It is a little big, but not too much, it goes perfect with the rest of your face, which is beautiful, especially your eyes."

"Those I know are pretty, is the rest really as nice as you say?"

She stroked my face, gave me a kiss and told me yes. I honestly had no idea, but if she says so, I guess it's true.

"And I love your hair, it's fantastic. Most girls have to streak their hair to get the different colors you have naturally. My hair comes out of a bottle. The fact that you don't see how beautiful you are makes you even more adorable. Of course I'm lesbian, so I should know. Wow! That's the first time I've said that out loud."

"I love you anyway, always will."

"Thanks. Uhm... Ciji...could I see you, uh..."

"Naked? You can if you want, though I don't have much boobs, so you night be disappointed."

"I don't care," she said quickly.

OK then. Not that I had much to take off. My shirt came off quickly and I tried to study her reaction. Now that she had been so honest about my face, I was eager to hear about the rest of me. Alexandra reached her hand out, feeling the skin on my chest and tummy.

"Beautiful," she whispered as she bent forward and licked at my nipples. Like I said, I don't have much boobs, but she seemed to enjoy the small bumps I have. And did she ever know how to work on a girl's nipples. I moaned, I couldn't help it. When she stopped, I stood up to remove my panties so she could see the rest. When I was done she stroked me below the waist too, real tenderly while sighing.

"I knew you'd be hot. I can't imagine you in a few years if you are this stunning now."

She asked me to lay down and after I did as she told me, she pushed my legs apart, rubbing my spread thighs.

"You have fantastic thighs, nice and long, perfectly rounded, and God, so smooth."

Looks like any other 11 year old if you ask me, but if she says so. I knew this was gonna be good, when her warm breath was on my pussy. Her tongue followed next, running along my somewhat parted cleft. She spread it with her fingers and put more pressure with her tongue. Oh God, oh God, a million times better than my fingers. The tongue wiggled itself inside my hole, then went out and in, then around and around. The pleasure was indescribable and all I could think about was Michael doing it. When he entered my mind I grabbed the back of Alexandra's head and humped her face. God, her tongue never stopped moving, I didn't know such pleasure was possible and she hadn't touched my button yet. Speaking of which, she must have read my mind cause that was next. She was way too good not to have done this before, I felt. What she did to it made me come twice, including some wetness. I guess I wasn't too young after all. The second time I cried out for Michael. I clasped my hands over my mouth. God, what did I do, did she hear, it would be so embarrassing.

"Did you like it, Ciji? I hope so, you have a killer pussy, I've wanted it for the past year, now I don't wanna stop. Will you let me do it again while you are here?"

I promised her that I would and stood to put my panties back on. Before I could pull it up her hands were groping my ass.

"Sorry. I knew you had quite an ass on you, but seeing it naked it's rounder than I thought. You have the most adorable dents in the sides. Again, sorry, I had to touch it."

"You're gonna make me vain if you keep going with the compliments, Alex," I laughed.

"Great laugh too."

"Hehe, stop it."

I took a quick shower, dressed in a pair of neongreen tights and a matching shouldeless top. I wouldn't have many weeks left before colder weather would set in so might as well dress to kill now right, especially since I'm evidentally hotter than I give myself credit for. I went down to breakfast and she brought up Michael and what I had said.

"You really crushing on your stepdad, huh?"

"Is that what I'm doing? I like it when he holds me, but that's not crushing is it?"

"You think about him when you masturbate?"

I think the blush that spread across my face answered that question for her.

"Why don't you seduce him?" she suggested. "You know what that means?"

"Sure, but are you crazy? First off, I wouldn't know how to start, second, I'm just a girl, he wouldn't be interested."

"I think anyone who gives you a try would want more, even a man," she said. "And he's kind right, it's not like he'd hurt you, he'd probably let you be in charge of how far you go."

"You are crazy. I wouldn't dare anyway, I don't wanna talk about it."

Alexandra shrugged and the subject was dropped. The next two weeks went by way too fast considering it was the two of three that were left before school started. Good thing was I got many orgasms thanks to Alexandra, she never tired of exploring my body. I didn't do much to her as I weren't really into the girl/girl thing beyond the pleasure she could give me. She didn't give up on me seducing Michael either. I thought she was crazy, what chance in hell did I have of that.

*

I guess freedom couldn't last forever. I like school, I really do, but not on the first day of the year. Friends help and I hadn't seen several of mine in weeks. I don't have a best friend really, instead there's a group of us that hang out together, four to be exact. We'd known eachother for 7 years, and when we hung out it was usually all four of us, though just two of us happened on occasion. The other girls seemed to have changed a lot over the summer, in growth and interests. They're five months older than me and more developed, their boobs had grown where mine still was like they had been last year. And talk sure had switched to boys, it's all they talked about the whole day. Listening to them I realised how boring it all was, maybe I'm screwed up, but I find men a lot more interesting. What they imagined trying with a cute boy I imagined doing with my stepfather.

When I came home, Michael was there by himself, mowing the lawn shirtless, muscles rippling. Why the hell did that make me tingle all over? I mean, I know what that tingle is (thanks to the internet) but shouldn't I have it for boys? All I know is that I wanted Michael to pick me up and give me a kiss. A big kiss. As he pushed the lawnmower, I went over to the fence and climbed on top. The top is thin and I love to balance on it, though Mom hates it. Suddenly, my left leg went out from under me and I struggled for balance. I'd fallen before, but always with both legs on one side, not so this time. I crotched the whole thing, sending sharp pain through my groin, all of me really. God, did it fucking hurt. I wore only panties and a thin pair of shorts so there was nothing to protect me down there. Michael must have heard me scream or seen me fall because he came rushing over. I hardly ever cry but I did now, sobbing really, the pain was intense. Michael was stroking my hair, trying to assure me that everything was allright. I took hold of his neck and got in his lap.

"It hurts. Ow."

"It's gonna be allright, sweetie, lets try to stand."

That was easier said than done, my whole body shaking from my sobs. I clung to him instead as he cradled me in his arms, rubbing my back, assuring me everyting would be fine. I rested my head on his shoulder, soaking his skin in tears. Michael picked me up like I weighed absolutely nothing and carried me in the house. In the living room he put me down on very wobbly feet. I looked down and there was blood on my thighs.

"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding."

"Hush, now, I'm sure it's nothing to be too worried about."

I started lowering my shorts and panties, telling him to check what was wrong.

"Honey, honey, a doctor should be doing this."

But I sat down, opening my legs, wanting him to see if I was hurt. With a heavy sigh he sat me on a table and looked between my legs.

"The skin is OK, but it's probably gonna get bruised, but down worry, you're gonna be fine."

"But I'm bleeding."

"I think you ruptured your hymen, honey."

"My what?"

Before he could explain Mom came through the front door.

"What is going on here?"

She looked angry. My naked vagina was easy to see between my thighs, but I was hurt so I couldn't see why she was angry.

"I hurt myself on the fence, Michael says he thinks I ruptured my...uhm...hymen, whatever that is."

"I was just trying to help, I probably should have taken her to a doctor, but I..."

But Mom wasn't angry anymore, just concerned. She picked up my bloody panties and asked Michael to go get a fresh pair. She hustled me in the shower and got me cleaned up. I can handle showers myself, but she was so concerned I let her help me. When I washed my pussy it stung, so I had to do it really carefully. The bleeding was gone though and after I got dressed it didn't bleed again, so I guess I was gonna be allright. Mom wanted to go to a doctor, but Michael convinced her to wait until the morning.

"I forgot, what is a hymen?" I asked Mom after we finished dinner.

"Hey, don't ask me, Michael is the one that brought it up," Mom answered me.

"Gee, thanks a lot."

Mom just laughed. While Michael explained I kept thinking about hugging him while I was hurt. I'd been so nice and gentle for such a big man. His hand had rested on my thighs while he looked at my pussy. Now that the bad pain was gone, I wanted him to look at me down there again when it was healed up. I checked out the hymen online after Michael stuttered through an explanation and he had held back. That night, I checked my pussy with a finger to search for the hymen, but it wasn't there, so evidently I was now past a pain that many dreaded, so I guess one good thing came out of this. The next morning, I was still very sore and I felt best sitting still, so Mom allowed me to stay home from school for the day. There was no more blood so she stopped wanting me to go to a doctor.

For a month or so we were a happy new family, doing as much family stuff as we could squeeze in there. But Mom serves in the military and were going overseas for a year. We'd all been prepared for her going, but now that the time had come, it occured to me just how much I was gonna miss her. I didn't really see how Michael could stand it, being away from his new bride for so long early in their marriage, but he had encouraged her, telling her he loved her too much for even that to stand in the way of their happiness. I hoped he was right, because I didn't want this new family of mine to go ever go away.