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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

Love Lessons Three - by - The StoryMaster

Chapter One

"You did what?" my pretty eleven year old sister asked incredulously.
If you ask her, Ginny will insist that she's really eleven and a half,
and more often than not her response will be, "I'm almost twelve."

"I told him about our relationship," I replied innocently.

Ginny stared at me in shocked silence.  "You mean everything?" she
inquired after a moment.

"Well, yeah," I answered with a shrug.  "I mean he's your girl
friend's brother and all.  What's her name again?" I asked my benumbed
sibling.

"Lindsay..." Ginny responded in a hushed voice.  Clearly she was
faraway, her thoughts racing wildly.  "Lindsay Miller," she added
absently.

"Yeah, that's right.  Lindsay," I said.  "Well, you're not gonna
believe what Lindsay's brother told me."

"Everything?" Ginny whined, looking up at me plaintively.  Apparently
she hadn't heard my last remark.

"Yeah, Kiddo," I said.  "You know the Scout Cabin trip and all," I
went on in a conversational tone of voice.  "Kenneth - that's his
name, by the way - really liked the part in the outhouse," I said with
a wink and a smile.

Ginny was beside herself with shock and dismay, and as she stared at
me with wide blue eyes, her little mouth opening and closing slowly
without uttering a sound.  Ignoring my sister's obvious distress, I
began, "It turns out that your little friend, Lindsay..."

"She's not my friend!" Ginny said curtly.

"Whatever," I countered.  "Apparently your little schoolmate, Lindsay,
is just as curious as you are, Kiddo."  

"W...what do you mean?" my pretty blond sister asked inquisitively.  

"Do I know my kid sister, or what?" I chuckled to myself.  "I mean,
Kiddo, when Lindsay wants to know about something, like boys, for
example," I paused and smiled.  "She turns to someone she trusts for
answers."  I waited, watching Ginny closely while she pondered my last
statement.

"But...?" she started to ask, her expression revealing her continued
confusion.

"Who do you think Lindsay might confide in to find out about boys and
that kinda stuff?" I asked my uncomprehending younger sibling.  I
suppressed a grin as I watched Ginny's "wheels turning".  "Still no
light in the closet," I decided after almost a full minute had passed.
"Lemme put it to you this way, Gin.  Who did you come to a couple of
weeks ago when you had a question about French kissing?" I inquired
more pointedly.  For several seconds, Ginny stared up at me rather
blankly.

"Y..you mean Lindsay asked you?" she stammered in confused
astonishment.

"No, of course not!" I responded with mock exasperation.  "Lindsay
went to her big brother when there was something that she didn't
understand, the same way you came to me."  At last I began to see
signs of comprehension in my kid sister's expression.  "And guess
what?" I went on.

"W...what?" Ginny returned cautiously.

"It turns out that Lindsay and Kenneth share a little secret too."  I
had to smile when Ginny looked at me with such sweet naivete.  "Your
little classmate and her big brother have been playing the same kinds
of games that you and I play, Kiddo - for several years, according to
Kenneth.  What do you think about them apples?" I asked her.

Ginny was at a loss for words as she stood before me in the kitchen of
my parents' house.  She was dressed for school, and looked absolutely
precious in her little wool uniform skirt and white cotton blouse.

"But...but..." she began, finding her voice at last.

"Anyway," I said, cutting her off.  "I thought it was pretty damn
interesting, myself."

"But.." 

"In any case," I began, interrupting my sister a second time.  "I felt
kinda bad about keeping secrets from Kenneth, since he'd been so
candid with me and all, so I told him a little bit about us."  As I
went on, my pretty kid sister's jaw slowly dropped, and her expression
became increasingly more troubled.  "And since our trip to the Scout
Cabin was fresh in my mind..."  Leaving my previous statement
intentionally unfinished,  I added reassuringly, "Now look, Gin, you
don't have to worry about Kenneth.  Like I told you, he and his sister
share almost the same arrangement we do.  The only difference is that
Kenneth is a couple of years older than me, and best of all, he has
his own apartment in town.  Kenneth told me that the apartment comes
in really handy when he and Lindsay want to be alone together," I
explained to my pretty sister, ignoring her growing consternation.
"Apparently their parents let Lindsay spend entire weekends with her
big brother," I added appreciatively.  "Must be nice," I mused.  Ginny
was clearly unimpressed with this bit of news and continued to stare
at me with obvious malcontent.

Taking her by her narrow shoulders, I stared at her fixedly and said,
"You run along to school, Kiddo and don't worry about a thing.  I
assured Kenneth that his secret was safe with you and me."  I smiled
pleasantly at her troubled expression.  "Hey, think about it this
way," I said more enthusiastically.  "If you run into young miss
Lindsay today, you'll know something that she doesn't know."  I gave
my sweet kid sister a conspiratorial wink.  "Lindsay doesn't know a
thing about you and me," I told Ginny.  "But don't say anything to her
for now, OK," I added.  "She'll find out soon enough," I said with
another wink.

"Huh?" Ginny responded, glancing questioningly in my direction.  She
was understandably confused.

"Kenneth says that Lindsay will be spending this coming weekend with
him, and you know what?"  My sister's expression of confusion and
concern was priceless.  "Kenneth suggested that maybe you and I should
pay them a visit, perhaps Saturday afternoon.  Maybe we can even stay
for dinner if the timing works out," I explained to my stunned
sibling.

I feel certain that I would have received a rebuttal from Ginny had
our house sitter, Denise, not chosen that very moment to walk into the
kitchen.  "Good morning, you two," the older woman said pleasantly.

"Good morning, Denise," I replied and smiled.

"Are you ready for school, Miss Ginny?" Denise then inquired of my kid
sister.

"I...I guess so," Ginny answered absently, keeping her eyes on me.  

"You run along now, Gin," I said to her, turning her by her shoulders
toward the back hall door.  "You don't want to be late for the bus."
Our house sitter followed behind as I accompanied my sister to the
back door.  The entire time Ginny never took her eyes off of me.  She
knew something was up.  "Say Hi to Lindsay Miller if you see her," I
told my sister, holding the door open for her.  "I hope to meet your
little friend some day," I added with a warm smile.  Then turning to
Denise, I said, "I'll pick her up this afternoon."  The older woman
nodded.

Two weeks ago our parents had left for the west coast to visit with
our Grandmother, leaving Ginny and me in Denise's care.  She was a
kindly woman and extremely gullible, so it had been no problem for me
to persuade her that it had always been my job to pick my sister up at
the bus stop each day after school.  The arrangement had worked out
famously so far, allowing Ginny and I to spend at least a couple of
hours each day in each other's company.  Any chance I got to spend
quality time with my lovely and inquisitive younger sister, I
naturally took advantage of.  And now that it looked like our folks
would be staying in Los Angeles for an additional two weeks, I felt
sure that we would find many more such occasions.

Our excursion to the Boy Scout Cabin on the mountain had been one such
opportunity, and a happy and memorable time it had been for both of
us.  Ginny, like many young ladies her age, could be fickle as hell at
times, but that afternoon she'd surprised even me with both the
duration and degree of her innate curiosity and unexpected willingness
to experiment.  

As fiery and perfect as that afternoon had been, the time had passed
far too quickly, and no sooner had the warm tendrils of afterglow
unwrapped themselves from my loins, I began to look forward to our
next liaison.  Ginny, on the other hand, had cooled off more quickly.
I sensed it that same evening when I went to her room for our
customary goodnight kiss.  

"What's wrong, Gin?" I asked when she reluctantly allowed me to use my
tongue as we kissed, and it had been a decidedly one sided kiss at
that.  She lay gazing up at me from her pillow with those huge blue
eyes of hers, and didn't answer.

"Donnn't," she whined and turned away when I leaned down for a second
kiss.

"Uh, oh," I thought to myself as I sat up and gave her a perplexed
look.  "She's slipping into one of her "difficult periods" again," I
concluded.  

Practically every evening for the last two weeks, I'd gone to my young
sister's bedroom for a kiss goodnight.  Convincing my adorable eleven
year old sibling that if she expected to have a boyfriend in the
future, she should take advantage of my willingness to teach her the
ways of love - "Love Lessons", we called them.  The two of us spent as
much as thirty minutes each night in each other's arms.  Kissing and
light petting were generally the order of the evening, but if our
house sitter chose to turn in early on a given night, often the agenda
would become more replete.  

That evening on my way to Ginny's room, I'd checked on Denise and
discovered to my delight that the older woman had indeed gone to bed
early as no signs of light shown from under her bedroom door.  As I
stole quietly down the hallway, I fantasized about spending the entire
night with Ginny, feeling her nubile body soft and warm against my
own, and making slow and tender love until sleep took us both.

You can imagine my disappointment when my lovely sister, who had been
so alive and full of enthusiasm just a few hours earlier that day,
rebuffed my attempt to kiss her goodnight.  I sat gazing down at her,
waiting for her to explain her behavior, but she continued to look
away.  I'd spent enough time with Ginny over the years to interpret
her body language fairly accurately.  The good news was, she hadn't
rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball the way she did when
she was totally unwilling to cooperate.  I still had a chance to pull
her out of her tail-spin.

Ginny, like many young girls I've had the occasion to know, could be
"on again - off again" regarding sexual experimentation.  She was at a
particular point in her maturation where her body was beginning to
communicate all sorts of exciting yet confusing messages, messages
who's answers were mysterious, thrilling and even a little
frightening.  Unfortunately, the answers to many of these messages
were steeped in social intolerance and outright taboo.  Everything
she'd been taught and conditioned to believe, told her, "Don't ask!
Don't touch!  Don't trust!"  It's no wonder then, that when an
inquisitive young lady like my sister, is faced with the decision
whether or not to pursue those powerful and enticing whispers of
womanhood, there's a certain amount of uncertainty and trepidation
involved.  

I make no attempt to conceal the fact that to date I have been with a
half dozen girls in their formative years.  Each of these
relationships I look back upon with fondness, as each was both unique
and fulfilling.  Not every young lady was willing to go "all the way",
nor did I expect them to, yet each was willing and giving in her own
way.  I can tell you that the single common thread in all of my
relations with these gentle young lovers was trust.  Trust was always
the key that opened the door.  Tenderness allowed me inside, and
patience kept the door open.  Understanding this will help you to
understand why I was neither upset nor angry - only disappointed by my
sister's reluctance to participate that evening.  

In the early days of my relationship with Ginny, her tendency to
welcome my attentions on one day only to shun them the next, was a
source of considerable perturbation and anguish for me.  But as the
two of us matured together, I learned that if I allowed my kid sister
to proceed more or less at her own pace with only the subtlest
persuading on my part, our relationship tended to flourish.  Not many
months following our initial intimate contact, Ginny became
comfortable with the fact that I would never do anything to hurt her,
and from that day onward our journies of discovery prospered.

I won't lie to you.  There were a few bumps along this "road less
traveled", but each and every time Ginny refused me, I responded with
forbearance and understanding, and each hurdle we overcame together
dispelled more of the myth and fable she'd been taught in school,
allowing her to shed more of her childish inhibitions.

"What is it, Gin?" I murmured.  Reaching down to her, I stroked her
soft blond hair tenderly.  When she remained silent, still facing away
and reacting to my touch with only a slight shrug, I let the backs of
my fingers trace along the back of her shell-like left ear and then
slowly down the warm skin of her slender neck to the top of her
shoulder.

"Please tell me what's wrong, Kiddo," I asked sincerely.  I could see
the tips of her fingers peeking out from under edge of the sheet she'd
pulled loosely across her shoulders.  "Was there something we did this
afternoon that you didn't like?" I asked softly, referring to the
medley of sensual delights the two of us had shared earlier that day
up at the Scout Cabin on the mountain.  

Meanwhile, with my free hand, I pinched a bit of the top sheet beside
her left hip and gave it a gentle downward tug.  I smiled at her even
though she still averted her gaze when the fabric slipped easily from
the fingers of her left hand.  Had Ginny been determined to resist my
attentions, she would have held tighter to the sheet which covered
her, and she surely would not have allowed me to pull it slowly down
until most of her chest was exposed.  Not for the last time I marveled
at the flawlessness of her skin, and for a second I became distracted
by what most certainly was a slight swelling of my kid sister's
areolae -  a tiny, yet discernible amount of puffiness beneath that
shining pink flesh, and yes the very beginnings of a recognizable
pointed shape.  "My little sister is growing up," I sighed softly.

Shaking myself, I returned to the present.  "You told me earlier that
you were OK with everything, Gin," I said to her as I let my
fingertips brush across her collar bones.  "If there's ever anything I
ask of you, that you really don't want to do, you know that all you
have to do is tell me, Kiddo.  Right?" I reminded her.  Still no
response.  Then taking the hem of the sheet with both hands, I folded
the soft fabric, still warm from her body heat, slowly downward until
my sister's nakedness lay open before me as far down as her pantie
line.  That maneuver seemed to gain her attention, and slowly my
enchanting little sister turned her head and stared up at her older
brother with what can best be described as a look of indulgence.
Nothing more for the time being, I'm afraid.  Ah well, progress is
progress.  "You know that, don't you, Gin.  You know I've never done
anything to hurt you?" I asked rhetorically, and then came the coup de
grace.  Looking her straight in the eye, and with as much genuineness
as I could muster, I asked my adorable eleven year old sister, "You
trust me, don't you Kiddo?" and gave her another warm smile.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I watched Ginny study my face.  I had to
fight off the temptation to lean down and kiss her, because for the
moment, I was letting my sister hold the reins.  The two of us had
stood together at this intersection many times before.  It was up to
Ginny, now.  We'd weathered her "difficult periods" before, and we
would do so again.  I was confident that she would make the right
choice.  

Patience keeps the door open.

"Uh huh, I guess so," my amazing little sister answered softly.  

Trust is the key to the door.

"You guess so," I responded with an affectionate chuckle and moved my
right hand down to her left hip.  "What's that supposed to mean?" I
asked with a smile as I felt beneath the edge of the sheet with my
fingers.  She was wearing panties.  

There aren't many things on this Earth that I find more stimulating
and fulfilling than slipping my hand into a young lady's panties,
except, perhaps, removing them.  Keeping my eyes on Ginny's face for
signs of objection, I slid the fingers of my right hand under the thin
elastic waist band to the second knuckle.  Ginny's shining blue eyes
grew a little wider and she parted her lips ever so slightly, enough
to reveal the tiniest sparkle of pearly white teeth, and that was the
sum total of her reaction as I began to slide my hand slowly back and
forth, my fingers beneath the slender elastic band brushing softly
across her tummy.

"Well," Ginny began, her expression darkening some.  "I mean, I do,
but... You know."  She shrugged and gave me the slightest hint of a
smile.

"You do?" I retorted quickly.  "You do, what, Kiddo?"  I was being
deliberately obtuse.  I wanted Ginny to tell me directly that she
trusted me.  She needed to say the words to make it binding.  Back and
forth, my fingers moved across her soft tummy.  Occasionally a
rippling muscle reaction sizzled beneath her silken skin, causing my
sister to shiver involuntarily.

"Like, I trust you and all," she began.  I smiled lovingly.  "But
it's.. It was all that.."  I waited patiently while Ginny wrestled
with her thoughts.  "It was all that oil, and stuff," she confided in
me at last.  "I mean it felt good and all," she added quickly when she
saw her big brother's expression of disappointment.  "It's just that
it was so yucky afterward," Ginny explained.

"We gave each other a pretty thorough wiping down at the cabin," I
reminded my young sibling as I slid my fingers from inside her
panties.  "And then we took a nice hot shower together when we got
home.  So where's the problem then, Kiddo?" I inquired sincerely as I
reached across my sister's small figure of loveliness, grasped the
sheet covering her and flipped it down to her feet.  "You look pretty
clean to me," I commented as I studied her splendid little body.

Ginny was definitely growing up.  Why just six months ago, there were
still areas of baby fat clinging stubbornly to her blossoming
physique.  But now as I gazed at those subtle curves, and delicate
swellings, I confirmed that my kid sister was no longer a child.
Indeed, she'd matured and flowered into a remarkably intoxicating
young woman.  Everything was as it should be, only in miniature.

"Let's have a look see," I said in a somewhat clinical tone of voice
as without hesitation, I took the elastic band of Ginny's panties in
my fingers and drew the pretty little cotton garment down to her knees
in one practiced motion.  

I will always remember how lovely my kid sister used to be down there,
back before she began to grow her pubic coat.  Granted, later in life,
Ginny would sport a pretty covering of soft golden curls that was
quite endearing, but nothing could compare to the site of those plump,
labia majora and prominent pubic mons, utterly smooth and devoid of
hair.  "You look as pretty as ever down here, Kiddo," commented a bit
hoarsely as I gazed at her.  "So what's the problem?" I asked her once
again.

I was confident now that Ginny would cooperate were I to join her in
her bed for the evening, for had she fallen farther into a "difficult
period", she would have put the brakes on long before now.  Sliding my
hand between her knees, I pushed gently one way and then the other, as
I smiled down at her.  There were no visible signs of concern or
distress on her lovely face, and my efforts were rewarded when she
voluntarily spread her legs for me to the extent that her panties
would allow.  It would be enough.

"Tell me, Gin," I urged softly.  "Tell me what's wrong," I murmured
affectionately as I moved my hand slowly up the inside of her right
thigh.

"It's...it's," she struggled, then blushed hotly.  "It's...it's, you
know," she tried a second time as the edge of my index finger made
contact with her surprisingly heavy outer labia.  
"What is it?" I whispered and began to press against her.

"It's just that... It's still coming out!" she whined unhappily.

"I see," I told my pretty younger sister with a sympathetic smile, and
I did see.  For no sooner than Ginny made her concerns known to me, my
index finger popped past her tightly closed labial gates and into the
incredibly hot and surprisingly slippery world of my kid sister's
intimate person.

"You should have said something earlier, you silly girl," I chuckled
as I started moving my finger up and down the length of her pudendal
cleft.  Ginny squirmed a little and blushed.  "Actually, I think it
feels pretty good down here," I commented casually as I continued to
explore.

"Well, yeah, but," Ginny began, but was interrupted by a strong tremor
which passed through her suddenly.

"But what?" I asked and smiled as I located her clitoral hood with my
finger tip.

"But..." and then she stared at me suddenly and moaned,  "Ohhhhhh!"
and bit her lower lip as her big brother swirled his finger over that
special place.  Then coming around a little, my sister went on, "Like,
I ruined two pairs of underwear."

"I see," I responded, reluctant to remove my hand from her.  But
knowing that she trusted her brother to do the right thing, I pulled
my hand away and slowly got to my feet.  "Hang on for a second, Gin,
and don't move, OK?" I instructed her.  "I need to fetch my kit."

Knowing that my eleven year old sister lay naked in her bed, awaiting
my return was surprisingly thrilling as I crept stealthily down the
quiet hallway and to my own bedroom.  

"Did you miss me?" I asked facetiously as I turned and closed Ginny's
bedroom door quietly behind me.  She was lying exactly as I'd left
her, legs spread slightly, panties stretched tightly between her
knees.  "God what a sight she was!" I thought as I moved to her bed.
As I approached, Ginny eyed my Samsonite suitcase suspiciously.  "Hey,
no worries," I told her reassuringly.  "I'm just gonna grab another
feminine pad out of here for you," I explained.

`There we go, Kiddo," I said with a smile as I adjusted the waist band
of her panties over her right hip.  "That should do the trick until
tomorrow morning," I explained glancing down at the conspicuous bulge
beneath the white cotton over her genital area.  "Let me know when you
climb into the tub in the morning, and I'll help you to get a little
cleaner on the inside, OK?"  

Ginny nodded agreeably.  Already she was beginning to accept my
intimate attentions without question.  Reaching down, I pulled the
sheet up over her.  Then I placed a hand onto her left cheek and
smiled lovingly at my sweet kid sister.  "Now how about that goodnight
kiss," I murmured softly.

`Uh huh," she nodded with only the slightest hesitation.

Ginny's little mouth was like ambrosia as the tip of my tongue slid
across the backs of her smooth white teeth.  Seated on the edge of her
bed beside her small body, I leaned over her, and with her small arms
around my neck, my younger sister pulled me down.  Our tongues met at
last and the waltz began.  We used every inch of the "dance floor" as
the two of us kissed tenderly, and deeply for several minutes.  At
last, I reluctantly reached behind my head and took her small hands in
mine.  Unwinding her slender arms from my neck, I kissed her softly on
the lips before sitting up.  

"You should get some sleep," I told my lovely sister.  Her face and
neck were flushed with color, and her blue eyes sparkled with girlish
wonder.

"Aren't you gonna stay?" she asked with such innocent power that I
came very close to reconsidering my decision to leave.  

"I'm kinda tired," I confessed.  "I mean it's been a pretty exciting
day.  Don't you think?" I asked with a wink.

Another hot blush and a little giggle was my kid sister's response to
me, and she couldn't have said it any better.  All traces of her
earlier difficulties had vanished entirely, and once again, patience
had kept the door of our relationship open.

"Sleep tight," I whispered and touched my fingertip to her little
nose.

Chapter Two

The week passed like molasses, but at long last the weekend finally
arrived.  "We're going into town to visit some friends, Denise," I
announced.  Standing beside me, Ginny looked less than enthusiastic
about the idea, but fortunately our house sitter failed to notice her
rather taciturn demeanor.  "We probably won't be back until after
seven, so don't hold dinner for us, OK?" I added.  Turning for the
door, I took my little sister's hand in mine and led her outside.

"Drive safely, and have fun," Denise called from the door as Ginny and
I walked toward the garage.

"We will," I responded and waved without looking back.  Then to my
sister, I whispered, "You might try to act a little more enthusiastic,
Kiddo," I scolded playfully.  "This is gonna be fun," I told her.
"Meeting new people, trying new things," I went on as I opened the
passenger door of my trusty International Scout for my pretty blond
sister.  Ginny turned and stuck her tongue out at me as I closed the
door.  "That's mature," I chided.

"So what's the big deal?" I asked after climbing behind the wheel.
Ginny refused to answer and sat staring out of the side window as I
started up and backed out of the garage.  We rode in silence for
several minutes before I asked my sister again what her problem was.

"What do you think?" she fired back acidly.  Then after a long silence
she said in a slightly less hostile tone of voice, "I mean why did you
have to tell Lindsay's brother about...about...You know.  I mean it's
none of his business, really."

"Hey, take it easy, Kiddo," I told her.  "It's no big deal.  Like I
told you, Kenneth and your friend, Lindsay are playing the same
games."

"She's not my friend!" Ginny insisted.

"Whatever," I retorted.  "The point is, neither of them is going to
say anything to anyone else, because we know their secret too.  So
there's no need to be angry or upset."

Ginny looked at me warily for several seconds before asking, "So what
are we gonna do over there, anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know," I replied with an innocent shrug and a smile.
Ginny stared at me suspiciously.  "I suspect we'll all want to get to
know each other better, but there's no rush.  I say we just play it by
ear.  You know, go with the flow," I told my attractive sibling.
"What are you worried about, anyway?" I inquired after a minute.

"Are we..." she paused and blushed.  "Are we, you know, gonna take our
clothes off or anything?" she asked quietly.  Then when she saw my
smile, Ginny said flatly, "I'm not taking my clothes off in front of
anybody but you.  Promise me you won't ask me to," she added for extra
measure.  

"Relax, Kiddo," I exclaimed.  "Let's just see what happens, alright.
There's no reason to jump to conclusions," I placated her.  

"Hi there.  Come in, come in," the good looking young man offered in a
friendly way as he held the front door open for Ginny and me.  As we
walked past, I noted the expression on my kid sister's face as she
looked up at Kenneth Miller.  Kinda goofy and distant.  Instant crush,
I'd call it.  "Ken Miller," he said offering me his hand.

"Rick," I responded.

"Good to meet you, Rick," Kenneth said and then turned to my sister.
"And you must be Ginny."  His smile was like molten lava, and I
watched my kid sister melt and then burst into flames before my very
eyes.  "Lindsay has told me a lot about you, Ginny," the young man
added as he closed the door and ushered us into his apartment.  Ginny
seemed very interested in the floor of the hallway for the moment and
refused to reply.

"Ginny's sometimes a little shy at first," I informed our host,
earning me a wrathful look from my sister.

"Well, there's no need to be bashful around me, Ginny," Kenneth said
to her with a glowing smile.  "In fact, I think that once you get to
know me a little better, you'll find that I'm a pretty likeable guy."

Glancing down at my kid sister I watched the fiery blush intensify in
her pretty face.  It was quite charming really.  It quickly became
obvious to our host that my younger sibling was too snowed at the
moment to respond verbally, and he seemed accustomed to that kind of
reaction in young ladies of more tender years.  I was very impressed,
in fact, at how effortlessly Kenneth garnered my sister's cooperation.
Without a word, the tall dark haired young man placed his hand onto
Ginny's shoulder, turned her and promptly shepherded her down the hall
while I followed along behind.

The hallway quickly opened up into a large, nicely furnished living
area.  Occupying the center of the room was a huge, modular sofa
comprised of many plushly upholstered sections arranged around a low
glass topped coffee table.  The floor was covered in soft beige
carpeting, and against the far wall there stood a huge flat screen
television.

"This place is really great," I complimented Kenneth who stood beside
me while I admired the big room.  His hand remained on my sister's
shoulder.

"Thanks," he responded in a friendly voice.  "Why don't you guys make
yourselves at home while I go see what's keeping Lindsay," Kenneth
suggested.  Then he turned and left the room.

"Cool apartment, huh?" I said to Ginny as I took over for Ken, and led
her by the hand over to the sofa.

"I guess," she replied softly as she glanced quickly around the room.
Released temporarily from Kenneth's seemingly magnetic attraction,
Ginny was beginning to have misgivings again.

"Relax, Kiddo," I said confidently and plopped down onto the couch.
"Have a seat," I told my sister, patting the soft cushion beside me.
Slowly she sat down on the very edge of the wide expanse of modular
sofa, and there she remained, back straight, knees together as rigid
as a plank.  "Hey, take it easy, Gin," I implored, sliding an arm
around her waist.  "You look very pretty, by the way," I complimented
her and gave her an affectionate little squeeze.  Ironically, Ginny
had chosen to wear the very same sun dress that she'd worn the day of
our liaison at the Scout Cabin, which prompted some very happy
memories for me.  Ginny turned to face me and was about to say
something when from across the room our host called to us.

"I hope everyone is comfortable," he said.  

Turning, I glanced in the direction of our host's voice, and abruptly
my breath was stolen away.  Standing in front of Kenneth, his hands
upon her bare shoulders, was the small figure of an angel descended to
Earth.

Taking the child goddess by the hand, our host led her over to where
Ginny and I were seated.  "Rick, I'd like for you to meet my sister,
Lindsay.  Lindsay, say hi to Mr. Rick," Kenneth instructed her.

She stood a little over four feet tall, and I guessed that she weighed
perhaps fifty pounds.  Her hair was such a dark shade of brown as to
appear almost black.  Parted in the center, her luxurious sable mane
hung just past her shoulders and framed a face that wars are fought
over.  Lindsay's eyes were as dark and mysterious as her hair, deep
brown pools a person could easily become lost in.  She had dark
eyebrows, high cheek bones, a pert little nose and a wide sumptuous
mouth.  

"Hello," the exquisite little person said retiringly.  Her voice was
high pitched and barely above a whisper.

For a moment I was speechless as I sat gazing at the dark haired
beauty standing shyly before me, but at last I found my voice.  "Hi,
Lindsay," I replied.  "It's nice to meet you finally.  Ginny's told me
a lot about you," I added and smiled when the little brunette looked
away shyly.  My sister looked away quickly, pretending to be very
interested in the far wall of the living room all of a sudden.

For some reason, the two youngsters seemed reluctant to acknowledge
each other at first, but our host quickly remedied that.  "Lindsay,
say hello to Ginny, please.  I know you two girls know each other."

"Hello," Lindsay said to my sister.  

"Hi," Ginny responded monosyllabically.  

Kenneth caught my eye and winked, and I smiled in return.  Both of us
knew that something was going on between these two.  Some adolescent
rivalry, or capricious competition; who can tell what goes on in the
mind of a maturing female.  In any case, I knew, as did Lindsay's
older brother, that sooner of later the root of the controversy would
make itself known to us.  "Perhaps a little friendly competition
between these two young lovelies might be beneficial," I mused.

"Well," our host began, breaking an awkward silent spell.  "Why don't
you guys chat for a minute, and I'll be right back."  Without further
ado, Kenneth turned and left the three of us alone while he went off
on some presumably important errand.

"I understand that you're in the fifth grade, Lindsay," I said
conversationally in an effort to break the ice.  Glancing up at me,
she nodded but remained silent.  During the brief moment that our eyes
met, I imagined that I was being drawn into two warm brown whirlpools,
and it was a most thrilling daydream indeed.  Then she dropped her
gaze once again.  "You're very pretty, Lindsay.  Do you know that?" I
complimented the lovely child, hoping for another dip in the pool, but
when she didn't respond I sat quietly for awhile admiring her petite
physique.

Unlike my kid sister who was taller and more slender of frame, Miss
Lindsay Miller had a more stocky build.  Not the least bit chubby,
mind you, other than in those places that make young girls so
delightful.  Lindsay was simply less of a willow wand than was Ginny.
Her waist which was clearly visible between the pretty blue patterned
sleeveless pullover and stylish denim skirt she'd chosen to wear
today, was more substantial with less definition between her
mid-section and her hips.  Below the hem of her skirt, her legs
appeared to be nicely shaped, with strong thighs, sleek calves, and
petite little ankles.  Her feet were dainty, and looked adorable in
the high black strap sandals she wore, adding a couple of inches to
her height.  As expected at her tender age, Lindsay's chest was
completely flat beneath her tight fitting pullover, but in my opinion
that only added to her allure.  All in all, Miss Lindsay was a
stunning child of sturdy build, and I looked forward enthusiastically
to getting to know her better.

"Who's thirsty?" Kenneth broke the silence when he returned carrying a
tray and four glasses.  "Beer for you, Rick," he said and placed a
frosted stein on a coaster on the table in front of me.  "One for me,
and two cokes for the girls," he added cheerfully as he arranged the
remaining three glasses on the coffee table.  "Lindsay, why don't you
have a seat beside Mr. Rick," her big brother suggested.  "I'm sure he
won't bight," he added with a chuckle and a wink.

"Well, not at the moment, anyway," I said, playing along.  The sweet
brunette eyed me suspiciously at first, but did as her brother asked.
I imagined that I could smell her subtle perfume as Lindsay Miller
turned and sat next to me on the sofa.  I was beginning to get a
little excited, and wondered just how we would go about getting the
two girls interested in engaging in more amorous activities.  

"Drink up, Sis," Kenneth prompted, handing his pretty sibling the big
glass of coca-cola he'd prepared for her.  "What about you, Ginny?"
our host asked my sister, turning on his most engaging smile.  "Aren't
you thirsty?"  Ginny nodded dumbly, picked up her glass and took a
couple of sips.  Then when she started to lower the glass our host
said, "Try a little more," and he reached out unexpectedly and held
the glass up to her lips with his finger tips.  Ginny gazed at him
over the rim of her glass in surprise and downed half the contents
before Kenneth took his hand away.  All that was required was a glance
from her older brother to encourage Lindsay to drink up, and soon she
too had finished more than half of the sweet, dark cola.

I recalled thinking that Kenneth's insistence that Lindsay and Ginny
consume their drinks so quickly was a bit curious.  Then later, when
the first opportunity presented itself he confided in me that he'd
laced the girls' cokes with a tiny amount of phenobarbital mixed with
a quantity of grain alcohol, claiming that in the past it had helped
Lindsay to relax and become less inhibited. 

Kenneth was right on the money, for in less than a ten minutes, both
girls were all giggles and smiles.  I'd offered my kid sister alcohol
before and enjoyed the pleasant effects it had on her.  Ginny has
always been a fairly sociable girl, but when she got a little drunk
she became downright gregarious and very friendly.  When the two of us
were alone together, she would often be the one to initiate
intimacies, playfully at first, but as soon as I reciprocated, Ginny
would quickly warm up to the occasion.  

As the four of us sat together on the big sofa in Kenneth's living
room, Ginny decided that it would be fun to tickle her big brother
even though she knew very well that I was not at all ticklish.  I
enjoyed the attention, however, as I did whenever my pretty younger
sister wanted to put her hands on me.  She was giggling gayly, and as
she turned toward me, she raised one knee up onto the couch and
started poking me around my waist with her fingers.  Seeing an
opening, I dropped my right hand onto her knee, and while pretending
to parry her playful jabs with my free hand, I slipped my hand under
the hem of her dress and up the warm surface of her left inner thigh.
At first Ginny failed to acknowledge my advances, but when I gently
pinched the resilient flesh of her labia through the soft cotton
fabric of her panties, my kid sister sat up and took notice.

She tried to be as discrete as possible, given the circumstances, but
as Ginny hastily grabbed my forearm and clamped her thighs tightly
together in an effort to immobilize my offending hand, she let out a
startled little squeak.  The anxious expression on her face made it
abundantly clear that I had overstepped my bounds, but it was the
cessation of her giggling that got our host's attention.

"Everything OK?" Kenneth asked.  Glancing down, he immediately noticed
my arm protruding from beneath my sister's sun dress.  

With my hand clamped securely between her thighs, I watched Ginny
follow our host's gaze downward.  Her expression was absolutely
priceless as my kid sister pondered her situation, trying to decide
how she should react.  As the realization that our handsome host had
caught her in a rather compromising position slowly dawned upon her,
blood surged up Ginny's neck and face like mercury up a thermometer.
I don't think I've ever seen my kid sister blush so hotly as she
stared intently at the surface of the sofa.  I knew that at that
particular moment Ginny was hoping that if she continued to stare down
at her lap, perhaps the world would simply go away.  

It was all I could do not to laugh at my embarrassed little sister's
dilemma, but, of course, I didn't wish to hurt her feelings.  So,
after a quick glance in our host's direction, I remarked casually,
"Oh, I think everything's just fine, Kenneth."  Then, easily
overpowering Ginny's efforts to deny me, I pushed my hand farther
between her legs.  "Everything OK with you, Gin?" I purred as I slid
my thumb up and over her ample pubic mons, while at the same time
slipping my four fingers downward between the cheeks of her pert
little butt.  Ginny's blue eyes snapped up and locked onto mine, and
her mouth fell open slightly as I started to knead the entirety of her
maidenhood between my thumb and the edge of my index finger through
the soft cotton of her panties.  "Tell Kenneth you're alright, Kiddo,"
I instructed affectionately and continued to rub her slowly beneath
her dress.  "I think he's worried about you," I added as her eyes
darted back and forth, searching my face.

"That's right, Ginny," Kenneth responded.  "When Lindsay and I heard
you stop laughing all of a sudden, she asked me what was wrong."

I didn't think my sister could blush any hotter, but she managed to
surprise me.  Lindsay was seated to my left, between Kenneth and me.
Placing a hand on her back between her shoulders, our host coaxed his
sister to lean forward so that she could have a better view.  Then
pointing toward my arm clamped tightly between Ginny's knees, in a
matter of fact tone of voice, our handsome host commented, "You see,
Linds, she's fine.  They're just playing the touching game, that's
all."

Glancing to my left I watched the adorable little Lindsay blush hotly
and then look away with a troubled expression.  Moving quickly,
Kenneth took his pretty sister gently by the back of her neck and
encouraged her to look back in Ginny's direction.  Then leaning near
her shell-like right ear he whispered loud enough for everyone to
hear, "You know how quiet you get at first when you and I play the
touching game, right, Lindsay?"

"Kennyyyyy!" the darling little brunette whined and started to squirm
uncomfortably.

"What's wrong, Linds?" her older brother asked as he used two fingers
to slide the hem of her denim skirt slowly up her right thigh.  

"Stoppppp," she whined and quickly smoothed her dress down again.

While our host cajoled his demure younger sibling, my hand remained
busy beneath my sister's sun dress.  I felt Ginny shiver reflexively
when I began to saw the heel of my thumb slowly up and down over her
clitoral area, but for the time being she refused to acknowledge me
directly, preferring to stare downward at her hands, clamped tightly
in her lap in an unsuccessful attempt to thwart my attentions.

"What's the matter with you, Lindsay?" Kenneth questioned the
embarrassed little brunette in a more severe tone of voice.  "I told
you there wouldn't be anything to worry about," he explained as he
spread his hand on the top his sister's small thigh.  "You and Ginny
are friends, I thought."  

The charming eleven year old shrugged in a non-committal way and
remained silent.  She too seemed intent upon staring at her hands, but
Kenneth wisely put an end to that in short order.

"Now let's not be unsociable, Lindsay," her older brother cautioned
austerely.  "I think you need to consider your friend's feelings too,"
he said, catching my eye.  Then placing a couple of fingers beneath
his pretty sister's chin, Kenneth raised her huge brown eyes up to his
and said to the engaging little girl, "After all, I explained to you
yesterday that Mr. Rick told me that he and Ginny like to play "Love
Games" too, so you don't have to worry about keeping secrets from your
friends.  Isn't that right, Lindsay?" he asked in a demanding voice,
holding her chin and not allowing her to look away.

"Uh huh," the exquisite eleven year old murmured at last, nodding.

"And we don't want to keep secrets from our friends, do we, Lindsay?"

"Uh uh," she responded after hesitating for an instant.  I noticed
that her big eyes never left her brother's as she shook her head.

"Then don't you think you should tell your friend, Ginny and her big
brother that they don't have to worry either?" Kenneth asked his
pretty sister.  Again he raised her chin when she tried to look away.
"Well?" 

"I...I guess so," the enchanting little brunette whispered obediently.

"I agree, Lindsay," Kenneth responded.  "Why don't you stand up then
and tell your friends that they don't have to keep secrets from us
either.  Tell Ginny and Mr. Rick that you like to play "Love Games"
too," our host instructed his demure younger sister.

The precious child was clearly embarrassed, but none the less, she
stood and faced Ginny and me with her older brother standing close
behind her.  Then after taking a deep breath, she said in a barely
audible whisper, "You don't have to worry."

"I can't hear you," Kenneth chastised, kneeling beside his sister and
placing his hands onto her hips.  "Why don't they need to worry,
Lindsay?" he prompted.

I literally had to tear my eyes away from the bewitching little girl
as she struggled with her inhibitions and turned to my sister.  "I
think you should look at Lindsay when she talks to you, Ginny," I said
and squeezed her affectionately through her panties.  "After all,
we're guests, and we should be polite."

I felt certain that our host, Kenneth appreciated the poignancy of the
moment which followed as the two girls faced each other, for it is was
one that I shall never forget.  Ginny sat turned slightly toward me on
the big modular couch, and the lovely Lindsay Miller stood immediately
in front of us with her brother kneeling and coaching from behind.
Ginny's already flushed cheeks took on even more color when upon
raising her eyes she discovered that Lindsay was staring, fascinated
by the fact that I had my hand under Ginny's dress.

"Go ahead, Lindsay," Kenneth encouraged his beautiful sibling.  "Tell
them why they don't have to worry."

"But..." the little girl whimpered, looking back at her big brother.

"Tell them, Linds.  Tell them that you like to play Love Games too.
Isn't that right Linds?"

"Uh huh," she nodded retiringly, in her brother's direction.  

The little brunette was obviously mortified, but Kenneth had no
intention of letting her off the hook.  "Don't tell me, Lindsay.  Tell
Mr. Rick and Ginny what you like to do."

"Ohhh," the lovely child moaned and looked back in our direction.  Her
expression was altogether precious, so innocent and chagrined, as she
raised those huge brown eyes up to mine.  "I..." she began and then
faltered.

"Go ahead, Lindsay," Kenneth coaxed.

"I... I like to... to play," and again she hesitated.  Then suddenly
it all came out, and what made the moment even more special for me was
that the captivating little beauty was gazing directly into my eyes
when she said, "I... I like to play Love Games too."

Her cheeks fairly blazed with color as I smiled back at the lovely
young girl.  Almost immediately upon delivery of her assurances,
Lindsay lowered her eyes.  Then when I spoke up, she looked up at me
again.  "Thank you, Lindsay," I told the attractive little girl.
"Ginny and I both appreciate your trust and friendship.  Don't we
Gin," I asked as I put my arm around my sister and gave her an
affectionate hug.  Beneath her sun dress, of course, I continued to
demonstrate my affection for her in another way, one which left Ginny
little doubt how I felt about her.  "I'm also very pleased to hear
that you enjoy the same kinds of pastimes that Ginny and I do, and
I'm sure that you make your big brother very happy," I assured the
sweet child.  "Love Games," I repeated.  "That's a cute name.  Did you
think of that name, Lindsay?" I asked, playing a hunch.  

She stared at me for a few seconds before answering, but soon she
nodded her pretty head.  "Uh huh," she replied.

"That's nice," I said warmly.  "You and I must think a lot alike,
Lindsay," I commented getting a puzzled look in return.  "I came up
with the term Love Lessons for the times Ginny and I spend together,"
I explained.  "Love Games...Love Lessons... Pretty cool, huh?" I added
with a big smile.

"I.. Yeah, I guess," Lindsay answered softly and shrugged.  Then
glancing toward my sister, the two girls made eye contact again,
causing them both to blush.

Kenneth in the mean time, remained silent.  Crouching down behind his
enchanting sister, he seemed content for the moment to let me have the
lead.  Rather than disappoint our host, I decided to take a gamble,
mostly to see how Lindsay would react.  "Ginny tells me that you like
to French kiss, Lindsay," I said out of the blue.  "Is that right?"  

At first the delectable little princess simply stared at me, her brown
eyes as big as saucers.  Clearly I'd caught her completely off guard,
and a good bit of time passed before Lindsay could even think to
respond.  Next the little brunette glared at Ginny accusatively,
causing my sister to avert her gaze guiltily.  She was obviously angry
that Ginny had mentioned her little romance at school.

Noting Ginny's expression of disquiet, Kenneth spoke up in an effort
to diffuse the situation.  From his position just behind Lindsay,
Kenneth first gave me a wink, indicating that he approved of my chosen
course of action, then to his incensed sibling he said, "Lindsay, is
that any way to behave around our guests."  The stunned little girl
turned and stared in disbelief at her older brother.

"But..." she started to argue.

"No buts, Lindsay!" Kenneth scolded.  "You can't go around kissing
boys at school and expect that no one will find out about it," he said
sternly.  "You apologize to our guests, young lady, and I don't want
to see that kind of behavior again, do you hear me!"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"What did I tell you about arguing with me, Lindsay," her brother said
dourly.  "Tell Ginny and Mr. Rick that you're sorry right now,
please."

Lindsay was sorely indignant as she turned to face Ginny and me, but
clearly her big brother had taught her well.  "I'm sorry," she said
contritely, but in her brown eyes the embers still glowed. 

"Our little lady has a temper," I thought to myself.  "We might just
be able to harness that fire and steer it in a more suitable
direction," I mused as Ginny nodded her acceptance of her classmate's
apology.

"That's very mature, Lindsay," I commented, catching the girl's
attention with my use of the "M" word.  "And I'm sure Ginny
appreciates it too.  Don't you Gin?"  My pretty blond sister nodded,
as to her relief, I removed my hand from between her legs.  "But you
know what I'd like, Lindsay, that is if your brother doesn't mind, of
course," I remarked with a smile.  I was immediately rewarded with a
suspicious look from the little brunette, as well as a knowing smile
from her brother.  "I'd like for you and I to kiss and make up, if
it's all the same to you, Lindsay," I stated, calmly dropping the
bomb. 

The silence was palpable.  At last Kenneth spoke, his timing excellent
as usual.  "Well, Lindsay.  Mr. Rick just asked you to give him a
kiss.  Are you just going to stand there?"

The exquisite little eleven year old was noticeably distressed as she
stared at me, dumbfounded.  I could see it in her eyes, on her face
and in her stance; the way she hugged herself and began to twist
nervously from side to side.

"Stand still, Lindsay," her older brother corrected her, and holding
the little girl firmly by her hips, he pushed her toward me until she
stood immediately between my knees.  When I reached for her face in an
attempt to comfort her, the little brunette shied away from my hand.
"Let, Mr. Rick touch you, Lindsay," Kenneth ordered from just behind
her right ear.

"Ohhhh," the precious little girl whined pitifully.

"Easy, honey," I murmured reassuringly and managed to place my hand
onto her left cheek.  Her skin was incredibly warm and soft as she
stared at me with big puppy dog eyes.  "I'm not going to hurt you,
Lindsay," I told her as I stroked her cheek ever so tenderly.  "Ginny
and I kiss all the time, right Kiddo," I said, winking sidelong at my
sister who sat watching her friend and I closely.  Ginny blushed.
"Sure we do," I whispered, turning back and gazing into those twin
sable whirlpools.  Sliding my hand downward, I spread my fingers,
slipped them behind her neck and into her warm shining hair.  "Kiss
me, Lindsay," I murmured as I pulled her gently toward me.  From
behind, her brother helped by urging the little girl forward until her
small body was pressed against the insides of my thighs.  I kept my
eyes open so that I could watch the endearing portrayal of innocent
emotion on Lindsay's face, as I slowly closed the distance between her
lips and mine.  Her huge brown eyes remained open as well until the
very last second before our lips met.  As I pressed my mouth to hers,
I felt her small body tremble.  Her fresh, subtle fragrance wafted
over me as I slipped the fingers of my other hand into her luxurious
warm hair and cradled her small head between my palms.  Her lips were
as soft as flower petals and her mouth wide and generous for one so
young.  I got the idea pretty quickly, however, that Lindsay, unlike
my sister who was rather imaginative in bed, was a more timid lover.
She wasn't prudish by any means, and once we got to know each other
better I would discover that she was unselfish, willing and simply a
joy to be with.  But this being our first contact, Lindsay remained
fairly reserved.  She didn't resist me, per se, but there was no
question that, for the time being anyway, I would have to make the
advances.  I got a shy little smile when after a minute, I leaned back
to see how she was doing.  Brushing a few wisps of hair away from her
forehead, I then showered her face with tender kisses, before
returning my attention to her lips.  Lindsay hesitated for a moment
then to my delight, she parted her lips and allowed my tongue into her
sweet mouth, and after a brief introduction, our tongues began their
waltz.  Guiding her with my hands, I tipped her head to one side to
allow better access, and in a surprisingly short time, the two of us
were kissing like long lost friends.  Then unexpectedly the sweet
little girl tensed up and moaned softly into my mouth.

"What's wrong, sweetheart," I asked tenderly, removing my lips
reluctantly from hers.  Lindsay didn't answer but looked down quickly.
Following her gaze I recognized, that while we'd been enjoying each
other's company, her big brother had reached up under Lindsay's pretty
denim skirt and lowered her panties to her ankles.  

"Step out, Linds," her big brother instructed the stunned little girl,
and to my surprise, after only a brief vacillation, the beautiful
child did just that.  I steadied her with my hands on her shoulders,
while lifting first one foot, then the other, Lindsay Miller allowed
Kenneth to help her out of her panties.

As the sweet brunette stood blushing hotly before me, her eyes
downcast in embarrassment, I glanced at her older brother who held the
petite garment up for my inspection.  They were pale blue in color and
appeared to be made of cotton with a narrow satin band at the waist.

"Those are very pretty panties, Lindsay," I murmured and ducked my
head slightly in an attempt to make eye contact with her.  "Did you
know that blue is my favorite color?" I asked her softly.  She
wouldn't look at me directly, but she shook her head slowly in
response to my query.  Then I popped the big question.  "Do you think
I might have them, maybe, Lindsay?" I asked as casually as I could,
given the circumstances.

"Huh?" the exquisite brunette asked, looking up at me in surprise.

"I'd like to have your panties, if you'll give them to me, Lindsay," I
told the somewhat abashed eleven year old.

"I...I...," the lovely child stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Of course she'll give them to you!" Kenneth chimed in.  "Here, give
these to Mr. Rick, Lindsay," her big brother told her as he took her
wrist and placed the soft cotton garment
into her small hand.

"But..." the confused little girl responded as she glanced from her
brother's face to the pale blue panties she held.  I waited patiently,
saying nothing.

"What are you waiting for, Linds," Kenneth chided.  "Is that any way
to treat a new friend.  And smile for Mr. Rick, please," he added.

Again she hesitated, not understanding why anyone would make such a
request to begin with, but at last Lindsay Miller looked up at me,
smiling timidly and held out her hand.

"Thank you, Lindsay, sweetheart," I said warmly as I accepted the
panties.  "Now I'll have something to remember you by," I added as I
raised the soft cotton to my lips.  

I don't think that at such a tender age, the sweet little brunette
comprehended yet the significance of my act nor the power of the scent
of a woman.  It would probably be a few years still before she began
to try to disguise that enticing bouquet, so as it was, when I pressed
my lips to the delicate fabric of Lindsay's panties a wondrous
fragrance stormed my senses.  In my humble opinion there will never be
a perfume more intoxicating than the scent of a young girl.  So heady
and unguarded, the tendrils of Lindsay Miller's feminine aroma reached
into the depths of my being, stirring up powerful and primal longings.
Perhaps she could feel, somehow, the energy of my desire for her, for
as I gazed at Lindsay over the folds of fragrant cotton, she began to
blush.

"What do you say to Mr. Rick, Lindsay?" her brother asked her as the
sweet child began to squirm self-consciously.  She looked back at
Kenneth questioningly.

"Mr. Rick thanked you, Lindsay.  So what do you say?"

"Y..you're w..welcome," she replied haltingly after a moment.

She was so enchanting, I simply couldn't help myself, and without a
word, I placed two fingers under her chin and raised her sweet face.
Then leaning slowly forward, I peered into the deep brown pools of
Lindsay's eyes until our lips met.  I'm not certain how long we
kissed, for once I closed my eyes, reality folded, and I wandered in a
world of softness and innocense suffused with subtle perfume and
delicate flavor.  

Again it was Kenneth who broke the spell.  "Aren't we forgetting
somebody?" he asked. 

At first I resented the interruption, but quickly understood his
purpose.  Holding the lovely Miss Miller at arms length, I took a
second to savor her loveliness.  Her huge brown eyes were wide and
misty, and her cheeks were flushed.  She was simply stunning, and once
more I felt myself sliding.

"Hey, you two break it up for a minute," Kenneth scolded good
naturedly.  "You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other
better later on.  I know Lindsay is just dying to show you her stuffed
animal collection," he added with a wink in my direction.

"Absolutely, I'd really like to see them," I said, smiling at the
pretty child.  "If that's OK with you, Lindsay?"

"Answer Mr. Rick, Lindsay," her big brother instructed a bit sharply.

"Y...yeah, OK," the gorgeous little girl responded in a small voice.
She was looking a little wobbly on her feet.

"Good.  Well that's settled then," our host remarked as he got to his
feet.   "You two are all taken care of," he added as I took Lindsay by
the hand and spun her around so that her back was to me.  "But what
about this good lookin' sister of yours," Kenneth asked as he took a
step forward and knelt down directly in front of Ginny.

Meanwhile, quite unexpectedly, I dropped my hands to Lindsay's hips
and grasped her around her waist.  The precious little princess was as
light as a feather and gave a startled squeak as I hoisted her onto my
lap in one swift motion.  The fact that Lindsay no longer wore panties
certainly wasn't lost on me, but I decided to bide by time.  Making no
attempt to advance the level of our budding relationship, I contented
myself for the moment to hug the sweet child close, reveling in her
youthful warmth and vitality.  While beside us, I heard our host
address my kid sister.

"Love Lessons... Is that what you like, baby?" Kenneth murmured
suggestively as he leaned his body forward against my sister's knees
and slid his strong arms up either side of her thighs as she sat
rather stiffly on the edge of the couch.

Ginny had been unusually quiet, seated beside her big brother while he
introduced himself to her little classmate.  "I'll have to remember
that mixture," I remarked to myself, correctly attributing her lack of
liveliness to the little "cocktail" she'd been served.  "Phenobarbital
to relax and alcohol to remove inhibition.  Very nice!" I concluded as
I nuzzled my face into Lindsay's warm fragrant hair.

"Your brother tells me you're quite a curious young lady," Kenneth
went on.  "Is that right, Ginny?  Do you like to learn new things?  Do
you, baby?" our host asked my somewhat stunned kid sister as he
slipped his fingers up under her little butt.

After kissing Lindsay gently on the side of her neck, I turned to my
sister and said, "Be polite, now Kiddo.  Kenneth just asked you a
question."

Ginny turned and stared at me.  Her expression was priceless, blue
eyes slightly hazy and filled with uncertainty, lips slightly parted,
revealing her sparkling white teeth.  She started to say something,
but once more with perfect timing, Kenneth distracted her with a
question.  "Would you like for me to teach you, Ginny?  Would you like
some Love Lessons, baby?" he asked then leaned down unexpectedly and
kissed my befuddled kid sister on the top of her right thigh just
below the hem of her pretty sun dress.

Keeping her knees locked tightly together, Ginny stared downward in
total confusion at the back of Kenneth's head as he switched to her
other leg.  With one hand he pushed the hem of her dress up a couple
of inches and continued to nibble at the top of her left thigh.  Ginny
hadn't started shaving yet and from personal experience I knew how
wonderful the soft blond hair and supple skin of her slender thighs
felt against one's lips. 

Ginny's lips opened and closed slowly , but not a sound was heard as
she accepted the amorous attentions of our host.  This was all new to
my kid sister and not a little bit bewildering.  Kenneth hadn't tried
anything yet that she and I hadn't done before, but to a rather
precocious eleven year old girl like Ginny, having a very handsome
older guy like Kenneth show such uncommon regard for her was at the
same time extremely thrilling, somewhat troubling and a little bit
scary.  

In short, my lovely blond sibling was one confused little girl as I
turned to her.  "Answer Kenneth, Ginny," I told her.  "He's made you a
very generous offer," I added as she looked at me with mild
astonishment.  

"Huh?" she asked with her eyes.

"It's not everyone who is fortunate enough to have friends they can
trust, friends they can share their most intimate secrets with.
Kenneth and Lindsay," I went on, giving the sweet little girl seated
in my lap a hug, "are willing to entrust us with their secrets, so it
seems only fair that you and I should reciprocate, Ginny."

"Your brother's right, darling," Kenneth said, looking up at my sister
and turning on his considerable charm.  His choice of the word
"darling" was so clearly effective that I was forced to suppress a
chuckle as I watched my kid sister melt before our handsome host like
warm butter.  "You know you can trust me, don't you Ginny?" Kenneth
asked with surprising earnestness.

And there it was.  The one hundred thousand dollar question.  A
palpable silence ensued and lasted for what seemed like an eternity.
Again I nuzzled my face into Lindsay's warm hair and nibbled playfully
at her right earlobe, reminding her of my affection for her.  Out of
the corner of my eye a saw Ginny look my way, seeking support, but
recognizing that I was otherwise occupied with her little classmate,
she turned back to our host.  Kenneth smiled up at my kid sister with
such magnetism that even I felt compelled to trust the guy.  

"Come on! Kiddo," I thought to myself, willing Ginny to answer him.  I
was starting to get a little impatient myself.  Lindsay was beginning
to squirm in my lap, and although that in itself was rather pleasant,
I was eager to have the lovely little brunette show me her stuffed
animals.  Finally I broke the silence.

"Tell him, Kiddo," I said, trying to sound both nonchalant and
encouraging.  But when Ginny turned to me with an expression of mild
incredulity, I realized that once again she was teetering on the edge.
At this point she could go either way.  She could be either difficult
or accommodating, and I decided that I would have to be a bit more
assertive in order to get her past this awkward period of indecision.

"Excuse me, sweetheart," I said to Lindsay as I slid the little beauty
off my lap and onto the couch beside me.  Turning to my sister, I then
said in no uncertain terms, "Now you listen to me, young lady.  You're
the one who started this whole thing."  Ginny appeared stunned by my
sudden change in disposition.  Giving Kenneth a clandestine wink, I
continued.  "Not long ago you came to me and told me that your friend,
Lindsay Miller knew how to do something that you didn't."  Feeling her
stir beside me, I wrapped an arm around the pretty brunette and hugged
her affectionately.  Ginny started to say something, but I shushed her
and went on.  "I remember distinctly you telling me that you just had
to know about French kissing and practically begging me to show you
how.  Do you remember that, Gin?" I asked her.

"I..I..but," she tried to answer, but I cut her off.

"So who do you think taught Lindsay how to kiss like that?" I asked
rhetorically.  "And she's a great little kisser.  I can tell you that
much," I added.  Glancing toward Lindsay I was rewarded with a shy
smile.  I gave her another little hug as I turned back to Ginny.  "I
can tell you who taught her how," I said unequivocally.  "It was her
older brother, Kenneth.  That's who."  Ginny glanced at our host
briefly then back my way.  "That's right, and now Kenneth has been
gracious enough to have the two of us over to his place for the
evening, and on top of that he's offered to take the time to teach you
a few things, and how do you repay his generosity?  With
unfriendliness and suspicion, that's how!"  Ginny lowered her eyes,
clearly chagrined.  "I think you owe our host an apology, young lady,
for your inconsiderate behavior."  

My scornful words hung in the air for almost a minute before Kenneth
spoke up.  "Hey, look," he began in an easy tone of voice.  "There's
no need for anyone to get upset.  After all, we're all friends here,
right?  Right?" he repeated, giving Ginny's right buttock a little
squeeze.  Glancing up at Kenneth, my lovely kid sister gave him a
timid nod.  

"Good cop.. Bad cop," I thought to myself.  "Perfect!"

"There's no need for any apologies, so what do you say we all take a
deep breath and start over, OK?" Kenneth offered.  "OK, Kiddo?" the
handsome young man asked my younger sister directly, using her pet
name, and earning himself a demure smile.  "That's better," our host
stated with finality, maintaining eye contact with Ginny.

"You're a most gracious host, Kenneth," I told him.  "And although you
say that Ginny need not apologize for her rude behavior, I still feel
badly about it.  Perhaps if she were to agree to take you up on your
kind offer," I suggested.

Kenneth played along like a seasoned actor.  Pausing for several
moments as though considering my proposal carefully, he eventually
shrugged his shoulders, feigning indecision.  Meanwhile Ginny looked
from Kenneth to me and then back at Kenneth.  Confusion reigned.

"Well, Ginny?" I said at last.  This time, rather than an expression
of disbelief or contempt, I was happy to receive a questioning look
from my pretty kid sister.  There was hope.

Looking her directly in the eye, I said firmly yet compassionately, "I
want you to do the mature thing - the right thing - Ginny, and ask our
host to teach you.  Ask Kenneth to give you Love Lessons, before he
changes his mind."

Chapter Three

Closing the door quietly behind us, Lindsay and I stood together in
what was clearly the bedroom of a typical eleven year old girl.  With
my arm draped lightly around her shoulders, I observed the
conventional trappings of childhood - assorted toys and dolls here and
there and clothes scattered about everywhere.  Yet at the same time
there were subtle indications that the occupant of this particular
bedroom was maturing.  Posters of "boy bands" adorned one entire wall.
On the desk was a laptop computer and even as the two of us stood
there, an AOL instant message popped up in the corner of the screen.
There were many more bottles and tubes and jars of female maintenance
products and assorted cosmetics than would normally be present on the
dressing table of a child.  There in the middle of the floor was the
ubiquitous telephone, and although the objects themselves were
different, I might just as well have been standing in the doorway of
my own sister's bedroom.  Though many of the signs were subtle it was
clearly evident to me that Miss Lindsay Miller was growing up.  

Unquestionably, though, the most conspicuous characteristic of
Lindsay's bedroom was her collection of stuffed animals.  Critters of
every size, shape and color were everywhere, littering the floor and
jammed into book shelves.  "Holy Cow!" I exclaimed.  "This is quite a
collection you have here Lindsay, girl," I commented, giving her
shoulder a tender squeeze.  In the far corner of the room stood a
giraffe of enormous proportions, his neck bent and head pressed
against the ceiling.  "Where did you get all of these?" I asked in
amazement.

Forgetting for the time being the real reason the two of us were alone
together in her bedroom, the fetching youngster informed me that she'd
been collecting them since she was a little girl.  I was forced to
squelch a laugh when Lindsay placed special emphasis on "little girl",
indicating to me that she felt she no longer was one. 

"Kenny gave me a lot of these," the pretty little girl said.  Slipping
from under my arm she  was a little wobbly on her feet as she moved to
the computer on her desk and read the pop up message.  "Brian!" she
said feigning annoyance.  "He's such a child sometimes," she added,
obviously forgetting that I was there.

"Who's Brian?" I asked her unexpectedly.  The blush that instantly
colored her cheeks told me that I'd hit "pay dirt", but I elected not
to press for the moment.

"Just a boy at school," Lindsay lied, and refused to look me in the
eye, prompting me to make a mental note to revisit the subject at a
later date.  "I've got a lot more animals at home," the winsome
youngster added in an effort to change the subject.  

"I see," I answered.  Looking around the room once again, I reminded
myself that this was Lindsay's home away from home.  "What a great
arrangement Kenneth has here," I reflected.  From what our host told
me earlier about his relationship with his younger sister, it appeared
that he and Miss Lindsay spent a good deal of time together.  "Must be
nice!" I muttered under my breath as I stared at the assortment of
multi-colored figures piled on the bed.  "Looks like a queen size," I
noted absently as I considered the big four poster bed.  It had a
lofty mattress, big, plush bolsters and was draped over with a satiny
pink comforter, although most of its surface was obscured by members
of Lindsay's collection.  Suddenly I experienced a most delicious
vision of the enchanting young lady reclining amid velvet covered
lions and tigers and bears.  "Oh, my!" I muttered unconsciously.

"So, tell me, Lindsay.  How do you sleep with all of those critters?"
I asked with a relaxed laugh as I crossed the room and knelt down in
front of her.  I was surprised by her reaction to my seemingly
innocuous question, however, for no sooner had my knees hit the carpet
than the captivating eleven year old abruptly averted her gaze.  "Did
I say something wrong, sweetheart?" I asked innocently, but she
continued to look away.  "What is it, Lindsay, girl?" I asked, using
my new pet name for her.  Placing a couple of fingers under her chin,
I gently coaxed her into facing me, but still she would not raise her
eyes to mine.  Her brow was furrowed a bit, and she wore a precious,
pouty little expression.  It took every ounce of my self-control not
to snatch her up in my arms and carry her immediately to the bed.  

I knew from past experience, however, that if I was ever to enjoy
young Miss Miller's company, I would first have to gain her trust.
Already Lindsay and I had made some meaningful progress.  She'd
allowed me to kiss her, and in fact the engaging adolescent had
returned my affections with surprising enthusiasm, but that had been
in the presence of her older brother.  It was different now that the
two of us were alone together.  Actually the fact that Lindsay had
invited me into her bedroom with only negligible reluctance,
represented a huge leap of faith her.  According to societal
standards, little girls simply didn't do that sort of thing.

As I ducked my head in an effort to establish eye contact with her, it
suddenly occurred to me what the source of Lindsay's discomfort might
be.  "Look at me, please Lindsay," I said in a more businesslike tone
of voice.  It was the first time, I'd ordered her to obey me and was
very pleased when she complied almost without hesitation.  It was
heartening to know that if necessary, Lindsay would do as she was
told.  

For although the primary approach to gaining the cooperation of a girl
Lindsay's age is to gradually establish trust, there are times when a
young lady needs a little help to get past some of the ideas she's
been conditioned to believe.  An example might be the first time she's
asked to remove her panties.  Some young ladies have a tough time
getting over this particular hurdle, while others have absolutely no
problem with it at all.   

A lot depends upon a girl's age, of course, and how long and to what
degree she is exposed to parental and societal conditioning.  Ginny,
for instance, was extremely reluctant to undress for me once she
became aware of herself at age eight or nine and began to listen to
the whisperings of others.  Whereas when she was five or six, the
panties would come down in the blink of an eye.

I remained hopefully optimistic about my eventual success with
Lindsay, for already she'd allowed Kenneth to remove her underwear in
my company.  But again, that was possible largely because of the
trusting relationship already in place with her older brother.  Of
greater significance was the fact that although the lovely child was
presently alone and in the company of practically a total stranger,
Miss Lindsay remained pantyless.

No sooner had Lindsay complied with my wishes, than I adopted a
gentler tone with her.  "That's my girl," I murmured as those huge
brown pools opened before me.  "I love your eyes, Lindsay, girl," I
said to her with a warm smile.  "They're the prettiest eyes I've ever
seen."  The compliment earned me a blush, and her expression softened
noticeably, so I deemed that it was time to submit my hypothesis.
"You don't sleep in here much, do you, Linds?" I asked her.  

Caught completely off guard by my intuitive inquiry, Lindsay treated
me to an absolutely priceless expression of astonishment and concern,
as though she'd just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Also, this time I was ready for her, holding her chin securely when
she tried to avert her gaze. 

"Don't look away, sweetheart," I told her.  "There's nothing to be
embarrassed about, Lindsay.  We're friends now, remember, and friends
don't keep secrets from each other," I reminded the troubled eleven
year old.  "We are friends, aren't we, Lindsay?' I asked, giving her
the opportunity to acknowledge our budding relationship.  "Good.  I'm
glad, sweetheart," I said when she nodded her little head.  "So no
more secrets, OK?"  I paused.  "OK, Lindsay, girl?"  

It took her a minute, but at last she nodded.  Then to my great
delight she responded verbally.  "Uh huh," the gorgeous child said in
a small voice.

Again I was forced to resist the compulsion to kiss the little beauty
all over as she gazed innocently into my eyes.  I could see the wheels
turning deep down in those twin brown whirlpools.  Subconsciously,
Miss Lindsay Miller was beginning to accept me.  It wouldn't be long
now before she made the conscious decision to trust me.  Then as long
as I proceeded slowly and patiently and never hurt her unexpectedly,
that trust would remain.  

"How long have you been sleeping in your brother's room, Linds?" I
asked my brown eyed girl.  

Again the pointedness of my question surprised her, but that in itself
was nurturing to our blossoming relationship.  Each time she responded
to a particularly awkward question and was met with acceptance and
understanding on my part, Lindsay became more comfortable around me.
Eventually she would come to believe that there was really nothing she
needed to hide from me.  No secret was too dark or confidential and no
situation too intimate.

For now, though, my question caused Lindsay to become extremely
self-conscious.  She seemed to understand that I preferred her to
maintain eye contact with me, so I was able to let go of her chin, but
it was clearly a struggle for Lindsay to talk about her current
sleeping arrangement.  She squirmed and fidgeted, and at last she
glanced at me furtively.  "A...awhile, I..I guess," Miss Lindsay said
with a nervous shrug.

"I see.   And does sleeping in your brother's room bother you,
Lindsay?"  

Again she squirmed and agonized over her answer.  "I...I... guess so.
I mean kinda," she confided in me.

"And why is that, sweetheart?" I asked as tenderly as I could in an
effort to put her more at ease.

Lindsay was cute as a button when she was perplexed, and apparently
this question was a real poser.  Finally after much brow knitting and
hand wringing, she answered.  "W..well, y..you know.  It..it's just
that... you know.  He's my brother and stuff.  It just feels kinda...
funny.  I guess."  

Doing my level best to maintain a neutral expression, I nodded my
understanding.

Then suddenly a thought occurred to Lindsay, and her expression
immediately clouded over.  "Y...you won't say anything to Kenny, will
you?" she asked in a pleading little voice.  

"Of course not, sweetheart," I promised as I moved closer and took her
in my arms.  Silently I thanked Kenneth for choosing such plush
carpeting as I expected to be spending a good deal of time on my
knees.  Hugging her petite body close to mine, I spent a couple of
minutes reveling in Lindsay's warmth and drinking in her fresh
bouquet.  Still holding her close, I kissed her on the right cheek.
Then nuzzling my entire face into her fragrant hair, I whispered next
to her little ear.  "You can always trust me, Lindsay, girl - always,"
I assured her.  "You know that, don't you?"

"Uh huh," I heard her murmur against my shoulder.

"Tell me that you trust me, sweetheart," I cajoled the lovely girl,
whispering into her soft, raven hair.  I waited for a couple of
seconds, but when nothing was forthcoming, I leaned back and looked at
her.  "What's the matter, Linds?" I asked and received only a
half-hearted shrug for my trouble.  "I thought you trusted me," I
said, sounding hurt.  

"Well, yeah, but..." she answered guardedly.  

"I'm not going to believe it until you say it, Lindsay.  I want you to
tell me that you trust me, OK?"  Although she tried to avoid my gaze,
I finally established eye contact with the attractive little brunette.
"OK, Lindsay?" 

"I trust you," she said at last after taking a deep breath.

"Thank you, sweetheart.  I trust you too, Lindsay," I told her, and
then before she knew what was happening, I kissed her full on the
mouth.  It wasn't an especially impassioned kiss.  Nothing, for
example, like the exchange we'd shared earlier in the living room.  It
lasted for perhaps a minute, but at no time during that minute did she
try to resist or to pull away.  For Miss Lindsay Miller that
particular kiss represented a preeminent event in her young life.  I
would forever be the first man to kiss Lindsay Miller in any kind of
meaningful way.  Sure, she'd been kissed by her father, and more than
likely many times by her older brother.  I too had sampled her sweet
mouth only a half hour ago, and rumor had it that Lindsay got herself
"Frenched" one time by one of her male classmates, but none of these
encounters mattered in the grand scheme of things.  But that single
kiss, freely given and freely accepted, independent of any outside
influence, Lindsay would remember for a very long time.

"You kiss really well, Lindsay," I complimented the sweet child, and
received another charming blush.  "But do me a favor, OK?"

"W..what?" she asked, giving me a slightly suspicious look.

"Can we move some of your little friends out of the way and sit on the
bed for a minute, maybe?  My knees are killing me," I said with a
laugh.

Glancing quickly toward the big four poster bed and then back in my
direction, Lindsay considered my request.  Then after a minute, she
nodded.

"Oh, thank you...thank you," I said to her.  Then groaning
theatrically, I got to my feet, took Lindsay by the hand and led her
to the bed.  "Here, let me help you, sweetheart," I offered, and
before she could object I leaned down, took her by the waist with both
hands and lifted her effortlessly onto the bed.  

In the process, Lindsay's pretty denim skirt flipped up, giving me a
teasing glimpse of her intimate treasures.  The accidental preview
didn't last very long, but during that fraction of a second I
witnessed those attributes which I adore the most about young ladies
in their formative years; plumpness and smoothness.  

As soon as she saw me looking at her, Lindsay quickly smoothed her
skirt down over her little thighs and closed her knees together.  I
pretended not to notice as I took a seat on the bed next to the little
beauty.  "This is much nicer.  Don't you think," I said, tossing a
blue dog out of the way.  Lindsay didn't answer, but sat staring down
at her knees.  I could tell that she was apprehensive.  "Relax,
Lindsay, girl!" I told her in a good natured tone of voice.  "I'm not
gonna bight you, you know."  Unfortunately, my attempt at comic relief
was lost on the little girl.  I thought about asking her brother to
mix up another batch of his special cocktails, but Kenneth and Ginny
were off somewhere together, and I certainly didn't wish to disturb
them.  Considering my options for a minute, I decided to test the
waters.

"So do you and my sister see a lot of each other at school, Lindsay?"
I asked.

"Not really," she answered bluntly, continuing to study her knees.

"That's funny," I remarked, sounding confused.  "You and Ginny are
friends, aren't you?" I then inquired innocently as though I had not
recognized the obvious tension between the two young girls.

Lindsay hesitated for a few moments, somewhat miffed at my prying.  At
last she answered, "No, not really," and then fell silent.

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed, turning to face the lovely little
brunette.  "I thought you guys were best buds," I added, hoping she
would look my way.  However, when she insisted upon staring at her lap
still, I reached for her.  "Why don't you like my sister, Lindsay?" I
asked lifting her huge brown eyes to mine with three fingertips
beneath her chin.  

Looking decidedly chagrined, the lovely child shrugged.  Refusing to
look me in the eye, she replied, "Ginny's so....so stuck up."

"Stuck up?" I asked obtusely.  "What do you mean?"

"Y.. You know," young Lindsay Miller answered haltingly, following a
brief pause.  "She thinks she knows everything all the time!"  Her
disdain was clear as she finally looked at me.  "She thinks she's so
grown-up," Lindsay told me.

"Well," I said, feeling the sweet girl's soft skin beneath my
fingertips.  "Ginny is fairly mature for her age," I offered in my
sister's defense.  

"Yeah, well, she doesn't know everything," Lindsay responded
defiantly.  "I'll bet I know more than she does!"

Suppressing a smile, I knew I was on the right track.  "Ah, ha!" I
declared as I slid off the bed, turned and stood before the sable
haired beauty.  "That sounds like a challenge to me."  Having no
earthly idea what I was talking about, Lindsay returned my remark with
a skeptical look.  "Tell you what," I told her.  "Since I taught Ginny
practically everything she knows during our Love Lessons, why don't I
be the judge of who knows more.  I'm sure your older brother will
support the idea.  In fact, he can be a judge too.  We'll make it a
little contest between you and Ginny," I suggested.  "The one who
demonstrates the greater maturity and proves to be the most worldly
wins the contest.  What do you think of that idea, sweetheart?"

Lindsay was not at all sure she cared for the plan that much, and she
took a minute to mull it over.  Then in a small voice filled with
uncertainty she answered, "I.. I dunno.  Maybe, I guess."  She was
clearly suspicious, yet that innate curiosity which most young girls
her age are blessed with urged her to take the chance.  "W..what do we
have to do?" Lindsay asked me.

I describe young ladies ages nine through eleven, twelve possibly, as
being in their "Wonder Years", and these are indeed magical times.
Strange and exciting new sensations emanating from her maturing
physiology pose questions which demand answers.  A trusted individual
suitably positioned at the correct time can expect amazing returns by
becoming a part of her learning process.  Naturally, there are a
tremendous number of variables involved, for adolescent girls, by
nature, exist in a continuous state of emotional fluctuation, and it
can be extremely difficult to predict their actions.  For one who is
careful and patient, however, the rewards can be well worth the risk.
And as I smiled confidently at the stunning eleven year old seated on
the bed before me, I felt reasonably certain that I was about to be
rewarded.

"That's the cool thing about our contest, Lindsay, girl," I assured
her.  "You and Ginny won't have to do anything you haven't done
before.  Unless you want to, of course," I added with a wink.

As Lindsay gazed up at me from the bed it was obvious that she was
still pretty uneasy about my proposal, and understandably so.  What
I'd failed to mention, but what I'm sure she suspected on a
subconscious level, at least, was that she would be doing those things
with me, a total stranger before today.  Sensing that the time was
ripe, and rather than allow the lovely Miss Miller to ponder the
situation further and possibly reverse her decision, I decided to act.

"So, when you're ready, my dear, we'll let the games begin," I
declared grandly.  Unfortunately, in spite of my efforts to foster
enthusiasm the young girl continued to stare at me demurely for a
minute or so before lowering her eyes.  Recognizing that it was I who
would have to get things going, I knelt down in front of the
enchanting young beauty.  Placing a hand onto her right knee, I smiled
at her affectionately before I spoke.

"So, tell me about your Love Games, Lindsay," I said in a casual tone
of voice.  

The gorgeous little brunette sat quietly staring down at her lap, and
then after a minute she shrugged her narrow shoulders.  Then as I
gazed at her in anticipation, color began to rise in her cheeks.
Lindsay was probably reliving one of her liaisons with her older
brother, but was embarrassed to talk about it yet.

"Hey, Lindsay, girl," I said at last as I leaned forward, resting my
chest against her knees and placing my hands onto the soft comforter
on either side of her little butt.  "It's me, Lindsay.  We're friends,
remember?" I encouraged.  "When was the last time you and your brother
played a Love Game?  You can tell me that much, can't you, Linds?" I
asked in a soothing voice then waited patiently for her to respond.

After a short time my patience was rewarded when the enchanting young
girl looked up at me, and in a shy voice said, "Yesterday."

Smiling warmly I quickly responded.  "Yesterday," I echoed.  "That's
nice...  Did you and your brother have a good time together yesterday,
Lindsay?" I asked her.

"Uh huh," the lovely child replied, nodding her head and dropping her
gaze again.  Her words were practically inaudible.

"Well that's good.  Not much point in playing games that aren't any
fun, is there?" I remarked, trying to appear confident and at ease.
"Can you tell me a little bit about the Love Game you played
yesterday, Linds?  I'd really like to know."  Then I added, "Ginny and
I play Love Games too, you know.  Maybe I'll tell you about one of our
games if you'll tell me about yours," I offered.  "Would you like
that, Lindsay?"

"I.. I guess," she answered softly.  Then following a short hesitation
she said, "W..we took a bath together."  Then she fell silent and sat
blushing hotly there on the edge of her big bed with me kneeling close
by.

"Ginny and I take baths together too, Lindsay, and we always have a
good time," I shared.  My candor seemed to help in some fashion,
because Lindsay looked up at me of her own volition, and better still,
she gave me a shy smile.

"Tell me, Linds," I began while I had her confidence.  "Does Kenneth
wash you?  You know, does he put the soap on and rub it around and
stuff?"  

I don't think Lindsay could have blushed any brighter when in reply
she said, "Well... yeah.  I mean kind of."  

The conversation was moving a little too slowly for my liking.
Lindsay didn't appear to want to offer any details, and if we were
ever going to get past the awkward preliminary phase of our
relationship, we definitely needed to speed things up a bit.  So I
decided to be more blunt.

"Do you like it when Kenneth rubs you in those special places,
Lindsay?  You know, down here?" I asked as I slipped my hand between
her knees and allowed my fingertips to caress the silky soft flesh of
her inner thigh.  "Do you like that, Linds?" I asked as she stared at
me with wide, worried eyes.  "I'm sure you do.  I know Ginny really
loves it when I touch her in her special places."  Lindsay remained
silent, staring at me uneasily.  "Tell you what, Linds.  Why don't you
and I get undressed so we can be more comfortable with each other."


Chapter Four

The seconds crawled by while the stunning little girl considered my
suggestion, weighing the pros and cons.  

"I promise we won't do anything that you and your brother haven't done
already," I added in an effort to reassure her.  "You call the shots,
OK, Lindsay.  If you want to kiss, we'll kiss.  If you want to take a
bath together, we can do that too.  Whatever you decide, OK?"  She was
sitting staring down  into her lap, so I bent forward and smiled up at
her.  "Does that sound OK to you, Lindsay?" I asked again.  As I
leaned toward her, I let my hand stray a little farther up under her
skirt.  She gave no signs of objection when I then rested my palm
gently against her inner thigh about half way up.  "Lindsay Miller is
used to being touched," I decided.  

After what seemed like an eternity, the exquisite little brunette
looked at me and nodded shyly.  "I.. I guess so," she answered, her
voice barely a whisper.

"I'm glad to know that you trust me, Lindsay, and you can, you know,"
I assured her.  "And what's really neat is I know that I can trust you
too.  Right?"  She nodded again after only a short hesitation.  "I
know I can, sweetheart."  Beneath her pretty denim skirt, I gave her
little thigh a tender squeeze.  

When she made no effort to reject my touch, I knew that we were on our
way.  Not every eleven year old girl would allow a person, who not too
many hours ago was a complete stranger, to put his hand up under her
dress at all.  Especially since, as you will recall, she wasn't
wearing any underwear.  With each passing minute it became more
obvious that Lindsay was seasoned beyond her years.

"So, do you want me to help you undress, Linds?" I asked, not wishing
to prolong the inevitable.

That got her attention, and the lovely eleven year old looked up at me
quickly with those big brown eyes of hers.  We had arrived at the
point of no return.  It was show time, and she knew it.  In just a few
seconds there would be no turning back.  Smiling at her warmly and
confidently I offered, "Ginny likes for me to help her, sometimes, and
then other times we both just get undressed together.  What do you
like to do best?" I asked my stunning companion.

You will please note that "not" getting undressed wasn't an option.
Either she would let me help her with her things or she would do it
herself, but one way or another Lindsay was going to take her clothes
off.

"I can do it," she answered quickly.  

"OK," I replied, figuring that would be her response this first time.
"But let me help you down, at least."  And before she could object, I
stood up, slipped my hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly
off the bed.  "Why don't you start with your tee-shirt," I suggested.

Standing before me in her own bedroom, Lindsay Miller slowly hooked
her thumbs under the bottom of her pullover blouse, and then with a
delightful series of wiggles she tugged the sleeveless cotton shirt up
and over her head.  Instantly my eyes locked onto her chest as soon as
it became visible, and since Lindsay's face was covered by her shirt
for a moment,  she didn't notice my appraising stare. 

I was wrong, I realized.  She wasn't completely flat chested after
all.  Lindsay, like my kid sister, was starting to blossom, and even
with her arms raised high over her head, there were noticeable
swellings beneath her tiny nickel sized areolae.  Not many things feel
better under the tongue than the budding breasts of an adolescent
girl.  In fact, I felt my mouth begin to water just thinking about it.

As Lindsay's head popped out of her blouse and she shook her tousled
sable hair, I was once again struck dumb by her loveliness.  Feeling
my eyes upon her, she blushed, but made no effort to cover herself.

"You're very pretty, Lindsay," I told her in a hoarse voice.  She
blushed again and then leaned down to remove her fashionable black
sandals.  I stood watching her for a few seconds and then realized
that I needed to get moving too.  Trying my best not to appear too
rushed, I kicked off my leather deck shoes and peeled my polo shirt
over my head.  Giving Lindsay a little wink, I then began to unbuckle
my belt.  

Meanwhile Lindsay appeared to have ground to a halt for some reason.
Her hands were poised at her right hip where the zipper of her skirt
was located, but she'd stopped there and stood watching me while I
unzipped my jeans, pulled them down to my ankles and then stepped out
of them.  She was either curious about me or timid about taking that
final leap of faith, but whatever the reason for her hesitation was, I
fully intended to help her get past it.  

"It's alright, Linds, really," I assured the beautiful little
creature, hooking my thumbs in the waist band of my jockeys.  "We can
trust each other, remember?"  She looked up at me but didn't respond,
and the expression on her face was not a happy one.  "At this rate
Ginny and your brother are gonna be finished with their love games
before we even get started," I told her, chuckling so she wouldn't
think I was scolding her.  "Tell you what," I suggested.  "You
unfasten your skirt and zip the zipper down, and then on the count of
three we'll both go at the same time.  You pull your skirt down, and
I'll drop my underwear.  That way neither of us needs to be
embarrassed or shy, OK?  Heck, look at us," I remarked with a laugh.
"We're both more than half way there already!"  

She didn't say anything, but her little fingers started to fumble with
the catch at the waist of her denim skirt.  "That's better," I told
her with a smile.  "Are you ready, honey?  We'll go on three, OK?"

"OK," she replied in a barely audible whisper and nodded her head.
Then suddenly she asked, "Are you really gonna keep my underwear?" in
a whining voice.

"Well, yeah," I began.  The question was totally unexpected, but I was
very pleased to know that she'd been thinking about the matter.  "I
mean, I'd like to keep them, if you don't mind, Linds.  Is that OK?"

She squirmed a little before answering.  "Yeah.... I guess," she
replied haltingly.  "But why do you want them, anyway?"

Lindsay looked up at me questioningly as a big smile spread on my
lips.  "You mean you don't know, sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Uh... uh," she shook her head.  

God! she was adorable standing there in front of me before a backdrop
of stuffed animals.  The flawless skin of her shoulders and neck were
slightly flushed with color, and even from several feet away, I could
see that her tiny areolae had become constricted in the cool room air.
With both hands, she held the two sides of her skirt which was
unzipped and ready.  

"Tell you what, Linds.  You take your skirt down on the count of
three, and I promise I'll explain why I'm interested in your panties.
Ready?" I told her giving her no time to argue.  "One...Two...Two and
a half," I smiled.  "Three!" and with that I bent and tugged my jockey
shorts down to my ankles.  After kicking them off, I straightened up
and was met with one of the most magnificent sights I have ever seen.
Even today, many years later, I can recall vividly every detail, every
sumptuous fold and crease of the exquisite Miss Lindsay Miller who
stood before me with her denim skirt pooled around her ankles.

"Oh, my goodness, gracious me," I whispered, my mouth as dry as sand.
"You are a very pretty young woman, Lindsay," I complimented the naked
little angel.  She blushed, and smiled retiringly, but didn't wish to
make eye contact for the time being.  Clearly my choice of words
pleased her, but given the circumstances she was understandably
reserved.  I noticed her take a fleeting glance at my fully erect cock
which stood out in front of me like Lancelot's lance.  Then blushing
even hotter than before, Lindsay quickly averted her gaze.  

I couldn't remember ever being so hard before.  My cock was so
engorged with blood that it actually hurt.  In fact I was surprised
that the throbbing wasn't visible.  Taking a tentative half-step
toward her, I reached out to the luscious little girl and began to
stroke her soft raven hair.  "It's OK to look, Lindsay.  Really," I
told her.  "We're friends, remember.  Actually, I like it when you
look at me, and I like looking at you too, sweetheart," I assured my
exquisite fairy princess as I stood before her.  

Lindsay had no choice but to look for the tip of my raging manhood was
within inches of her tummy, undeniable and up close and personal.  "Do
you like what you see, Lindsay?" I asked the lovely child after a few
seconds, sliding my hand down her neck and onto her left shoulder.
Her skin was on fire beneath my fingertips, as I traced inward along
the top of her delicate collar bone.  "Do you, darling?" I whispered,
placing two fingers under her chin and raising her eyes to mine.

Gazing up at me, Lindsay shrugged timidly, but remained silent.

"Now what kind of answer is that," I chided playfully, my eyes affixed
to hers.  "I think you look awesome, with no clothes on, Linds.  Your
body is absolutely superb; your slender waist, your beautiful little
butt."  For a split second just the tiniest hint of a smile graced her
lips as she responded to my compliments.  "Don't you think I look good
too, Lindsay?" I inquired, releasing her chin and sounding a little
hurt. 

Immediately she lowered her gaze, and being met forthwith by the sight
of my formidable erection,  she glanced aside demurely.  Again, she
shrugged, and then in a small voice she replied, "I..I guess."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better, anyway," I told the
blushing princess.  Then taking her by her narrow shoulders, I asked
Lindsay pointedly, "So tell me, Linds.  What do you and your brother
call this?"  Flexing my muscles, I made my shaft jerk up and down a
couple of times.  That got her attention, and as I went on, I watched
the pretty little brunette slowly become more interested in me.
"Ginny and I call it a cock.  Is that what you and Kenneth call it,
Lindsay?"  

Causing myself to twitch and dance in front of her, I soon had the
lovely Miss Miller virtually mesmerized.  Staring unabashedly now at
my frolicking manhood, the enchanting child responded softly, "Uh
huh," absently nodding her head.  "And has your big brother showed you
how to touch a boy, Lindsay; how to touch his cock?"  She shot me a
dubious glance and then looked back down at the subject in question,
licked her lips and nodded silently.  

"That's very good, Lindsay," I complimented her and massaged her
shoulders tenderly.  Her flesh was firm and resilient, beneath skin as
soft as eiderdown and hot as the surface of the sun.  "Why don't you
show me, Linds.  Would you do that for me?"  I asked expressly.

"Huh?" she responded, gazing up at me abruptly and acting deliberately
obtuse. 

"Show me what a mature young lady you are, Lindsay," I instructed,
keeping my voice calm and casual in spite of my excitement.  "Show me
how you touch a man, Linds," I elaborated more than was necessary, but
considering the circumstances, I felt it worth my while.  "I know
Ginny knows how to handle a man's cock," I explained, staring into her
huge brown eyes so filled with innocence and uncertainty.  "You don't
want my sister to win the contest so soon, do you, Linds?" I asked the
sweet child with a light hearted chuckle.  "Do you, Lindsay?" I
petitioned.

After a fairly prolonged silence she answered in an almost inaudible
voice, "Well..no, but..."  She lowered her eyes and began to glance
about evasively.

"But what," sweetheart?" I asked sincerely.  Shifting to the
affectionate approach, I again placed a couple of fingers beneath her
chin and raised her eyes to mine.  "We're friends, aren't we,
Lindsay?"  After a few seconds she nodded coyly.  "And we trust each
other, right?"  Another little nod.  "Then show me what Kenneth taught
you, Linds. Otherwise Ginny's gonna win the contest for sure, because
I know for sure that she's showing your big brother what I taught her;
probably at this very minute.  Let me see what a big girl you are,
OK?" I entreated in a slightly pleading tone of voice.  "Won't you do
that for me, Lindsay girl?"  

Her deep sable brown eyes, searched my face for practically a full
minute, and I found myself holding my breath in excited anticipation.
Then after an eternity, Lindsay capitulated, by lowering her gaze and
nodding retiringly.  Her expression of resignation was heart warming,
as I removed my hand from her sweet face and she glanced downward.

Keeping one hand on her shoulder, I watched utterly enthralled as
reality shifted into slow motion.  Before my unbelieving eyes,
Lindsay's small hand moved toward me, then hesitated within
millimeters of first contact.  "Go ahead, darling," I prompted
hoarsely.  "I trust you, Lindsay girl."

I soon learned what it felt like to be struck by lightning, and
squarely on the cock, I might add.  Gasping audibly when she first
touched me, I think I frightened her, because she instantly pulled her
hand back and looked up at me tentatively.

"It's alright, sweetheart," I murmured softly, placing my palm against
her soft cheek and slipping my fingers into her warm hair.  "Go ahead,
Linds.  That was just right, darling," I cooed and began to rub the
back of her neck.  

This time I managed to control myself, but not without a tremendous
effort, as her small hand closed around me.  Watching her tiny fingers
encircle my throbbing shaft just below the head or glans, it was now
my turn to be mesmerized.  Lindsay's enchanting face became a picture
of concentration as to my never ending joy, she began to stroke me
slowly.  Squeezing me intermittently, the lovely child manipulated me
quite skillfully, moving her hand back and forth no more than an inch
or so, causing the tightly stretched skin of my cock to stretch
further beneath her loving strokes.

Unable to contain myself after only a few seconds, I gasped, "Oh, God,
sweetheart!"  Instantly I was rewarded with a guileless look and shy
smile.

"Is that OK?" she asked me innocently  

I was about to answer when without prompting the talented Miss Miller
cupped my constricted testicles with her free hand.  For a long time I
was speechless with delight.  All my senses seemed to focus on the
warmth of her little hand, and before my eyes those twin brown
whirlpools set in the face of a cherub swirled, drawing me ever down
and down.

Smiling down at her, I pulled my petite little angel slowly toward me
until at last I encircled her narrow shoulders with my arms and hugged
her tightly, reveling in the warmth of her small body against mine.
Pressing her cheek against my belly Lindsay removed her hand from my
scrotum and wrapped her left arm around my waist.  Pressed between our
bodies her right hand maintained a firm grip upon my manhood and
continued to slowly kneed my flesh while the two of us embraced
tenderly.

After two or three minutes of absolute bliss, I reached down and
coaxed Lindsay to look up at me.  "Don't stop," I quickly instructed
her when at first she mistook my intentions, and let go of my cock.
Returning her hand to me, she gave me one of those adorable
questioning looks, and kneeling down in front of my glorious little
princess I said, "Kiss me, Lindsay."

I wasn't at all sure how she would react to my request.  The two of us
had kissed earlier, but that had been at the insistence of her older
brother, Kenneth, who maintained a special kind of understanding with
Lindsay.

Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I leaned toward the lovely Miss
Miller.  Her small hand momentarily paused in its duties as for the
second time that day my lips pressed against those of the enchanting
little brunette.  Drawing away ever so slightly such that our lips
were practically touching still, I whispered, "You're a beautiful
young lady, Lindsay."  After receiving a shy smile from my winsome
little lover our lips met and the waltz resumed.  

Of all of the young ladies I've had the pleasure to know over the
years, I can't remember any of them surpassing the fervor and innocent
abandon with which Miss Lindsay Anne Miller kissed.  

It's a well known fact that a young lady of Lindsay's tender age
considers her mouth to be the temple of her womanhood, and at age
eleven, it would be a few more years before she transfered her inner
female into fresh quarters.  Younger girls, you see, haven't really
become aware of their sexuality.  They know little to nothing at all
of fornication and oral sex.  All they understand as far as sex is
concerned is the kiss.  They've seen it done on TV.  They've seen
their parents kiss.  They've been kissed by those who love them;
parents, relatives, etc.  They will freely kiss those whom they trust
and love.  All one needs to do is to become one of those lucky
individuals.

Lindsay's little body trembled in my arms as our tongues danced
together, first in her mouth, then in mine.  The warmth of her body
against mine and the intoxication aroma of her delicate perfume caused
my head to spin, and all the while her hand squeezed and pulled
between us.  So it was that in a very short period of time I sensed
that familiar fiery itch begin to spread in my loins.  Reluctantly
drawing my lips from hers I whispered, "My knees are getting kinda
sore.  You wanna move onto the bed, sweetheart?"

With surprisingly little hesitation, my gorgeous brown eyed girl
looked at me and nodded.  "Uh huh," she said softly.

Getting to my feet I offered Lindsay my hand, and then I stooped over,
scooped her up in my arms, and placed her small naked form onto the
bed amongst her stuffed animal collection.  Stepping back for a
moment, I then took the opportunity to mentally record that enchanting
scene.  The profusion of colors and shapes surrounding the exceptional
loveliness of Miss Lindsay Miller, set against a backdrop of pink
satin, left an indelible impression on my mind; one that I have
carried with me to this day.  

The curve of her hips and the flawlessness of her skin caught and held
my gaze for several minutes as I surveyed both hill and valley, until
at last my eyes were drawn to her face.  The expression I witnessed
there was so unexpected that I believe I actually gulped.  The display
of fearfulness and suspicion that had been etched upon her lovely face
earlier was all but now, and in its place was the innocent look of
uncertainty, possibly even curiosity.  As I gazed down at Lindsay, she
made no effort to cover herself, but rather she stared up at me almost
patiently as if to say, "What now?"  Clearly she'd been in this
position before, but due to the newness of our relationship together,
I preferred not to rush things.  Glancing quickly at my watch, I noted
that we had several hours yet before I needed to think about getting
Ginny home.  I also had the sneaking suspicion that as well as things
were proceeding so far, I could probably count on seeing Lindsay again
at a later date.

"Are you comfortable, Lindsay, girl?" I asked her lovingly as I took a
seat on the edge of the bed.

"Mm..hmm," replied the sweet child with a nod.  She reached for a
stuffed koala lying beside her, and hugging it against her chest she
nuzzled her face between its ears and gazed at me expectantly with
those huge brown eyes of hers.  I have to say that it was one of the
most adorable things I have ever seen in my life.

"So, when you and your brother spend the night together, do you guys
play around a little before you go to sleep?"

For a long while Lindsay stared at me from behind her stuffed bear,
lying on her left side facing me and looking decidedly uncomfortable.
When at last she did respond, her reply was hesitant and clipped.
"Sometimes, I guess," and then she hid her face behind the fuzzy
koala.  

Evidently Lindsay was reluctant to talk about her relationship with
Kenneth.  "Perhaps it was because Ken was her brother that made their
times together seem peculiar to her," I speculated.  I must say that I
never fail to experience a kind of tightness in my chest whenever
Ginny and I are together, but I've always found that particular
sensation to be utterly thrilling.  

In any case I gave her a minute before remarking, "That's not much to
go on, Linds.  Don't you want to tell me about it some?  I mean like
how does Kenny touch you that makes you feel good and stuff?  He does
touch you when you're in bed together, doesn't he, Lindsay?"  I waited
for a second or two, and when she didn't answer right away, I added,
"Because like I promised, I won't ask you to do anything that you
haven't done before."  My assurances did have the effect of getting
her to look at me again, but  the stunning little eleven year old was
still uwilling to elaborate upon her relations with her brother.  So I
decided to try a different tack.  

Stretching out on my right side next to her on the soft satin
comforter, I reached for her security bear.  "Tell you what we'll do,
sweetheart," I began as I tugged the koala gently from her grasp and
laid it behind her on the bed.  "I'm going to show you how Ginny and I
spend time together in bed, whenever we have the time, that is."
Ignoring Lindsay's somewhat suspicious look, I went about rearranging
a few more of the company of stuffed figures in order to make more
room for the two of us on the crowded bed.  "You and Kenneth are so
lucky to have this apartment and to be able to see so much of each
other," I remarked casually.  "Why Ginny and I would give anything to
be able to spend an entire night together on a regular basis."  

That having been said, I gave the enchanting child a glowing smile and
placed my hand onto the curve of her right hip.  "Just relax,
Lindsay," I soothed as I scooted closer to her luscious little body.
I simply couldn't believe my good fortune at having found such a
marvelous partner.  Her youthful heat blazed beneath my hand as I
traced along the side of her rib cage with my finger tips.  "You trust
me, don't you, darling?" I asked as I pushed gently on Lindsay's
shoulder, encouraging her to lie back.  Confirmation was a bit slow in
coming, but at last the handsome little brunette nodded, haltingly.
I'm very proud of you, Linds," I told her as I slowly moved my hand
down her right flank, stopping at her waist.  "It takes a great deal
of maturity to enter into a trusting relationship like this," I
remarked as with the backs of three fingers I brushed softly across
her tummy and then back, feeling her youthful muscles flex beneath her
warm skin.  Rolling my hand over I then spread my fingers out over her
nicely rounded belly.  "You're an enchanting young woman, Lindsay," I
murmured to the wondrous little person beside me, while at the same
time I moved my hand downward and cupped her pussy.

There is no expression quite like that of a young girl reconciling the
fact that she has been touched.  It's like a sweet mix of innocense
and surprise.  Her eyes will open slightly wider than normal.  Often
as not she'll part her lips, revealing a hint of moist, sparkling
teeth, and a small gasp or perhaps a little moan or whimper isn't
uncommon as she recognizes her position of vulnerability.  Lindsay
Anne Miller was certainly no exception, and to my dying day I shall
not forget the look on her face as I pressed with three fingers
between her legs, compressing the resilient flesh of her labia majora
upward against the pubic bone and pelvic girdle.  


Lindsay was a rather well endowed little girl in the area of her
external genitalia.  Her labia majora were exceptionally plump, her
mons both broad and prominent and beneath my slowly palpating finger
tips not a trace of pubic hair or stubble did I find.

"You're very warm down here, Lindsay girl," I told the somewhat
flustered little beauty.  "And very, very soft."  

A blush of color flooded her lovely face and slender neck as I
continued to rub and to squeeze her ever so gently.  My attentions
remained superficial for awhile in an effort to allow Lindsay to
become accustomed to my touch.  From time to time I slid my hand
upward to her tummy and then back down between her legs.  After a few
minutes I felt the precious child begin to shift her hips in response
to my slow and steady manipulation of her most private flesh.  

It was an enormous step for a young lady of Lindsay's tender age to
lie with an adult partner.  It wasn't just any eleven year old girl
who would agree to such a thing, let alone follow through with it.
For each and every success I've had through the years with girls in
this age group, there have been many, many disappointments.  Lindsay
Anne Miller like my kid sister, Ginny were exceptional young ladies,
and I would be forever grateful to have known them both.

 From experience I've found that if a youngster is permitted to spend
too much time reflecting over the true nature of engagement, she will
eventually come up with a reason or reasons to balk at the situation.
Since I had big plans for the lovely Miss Miller, I certainly didn't
want that to happen.  Fortunately the solution was as pleasurable as
it was simple.  To avoid allowing Lindsay to begin to intellectualize
about our afternoon liaison, I needed to get her involved actively
again.  

After taking a moment to push her knees apart a little farther, I
smiled down at my tender little partner.  "Does that feel good,
sweetheart?" I murmured affectionately as my fingers danced over
tender flesh beyond compare.  "Do you like the way I touch you,
Linds?"

 From the moment my finger tips first made contact with her intimate
person, Lindsay's eyes remained fixed upon my own.  Gazing up at me as
I leaned over her, my delectable little princess now slowly closed
those ebony whirl pools, and then after several seconds, and one
vigorous shudder she reopened them in wide eyed innocence.  That was
answer enough for me.

"Why don't you touch me again, Lindsay," I suggested, and shifted my
body closer to her such that our hips were pressed together.  "Would
you do that for me, sweetheart."

Without a sound my precious lover reached for me, and closing her
little fist around me once again, Lindsay began to slide her hand
gently up and down the length of my raging erection.

"That's nice, Linds," I told her as I continued to rub and press.  I
knew that Lindsay was uncomfortable talking about her brother's
affections for her, however, by mentioning their incestuous activities
at the appropriate times, I hoped to cultivate a preference within
Lindsay for my attentions as compared to those of her older brother.
Now was one such time.  

"Is this the way Kenneth touches you, Lindsay?" I whispered.  Then as
soon as I noticed her expression begin to darken, I carefully extended
my first finger between her sumptuous labia majora, touching Miss
Lindsay Miller where perhaps only one other had done so before.  Her
huge brown eyes suddenly grew wider still if that were possible, and
she bit her lower lip in an absolutely charming expression of her
surprise at the unexpected turn of events.  "Does he touch you like
this, darling?" I murmured leaning down such that my lips were inches
from hers.  The softness of her tiny labial petals was simply beyond
description as ever so carefully I moved my finger slowly back and
forth over them.  

The magnificent little girl gazed up at me, studying my face for
several moments before answering at last in a small voice.
"Uh..huh.." she nodded, blushing timidly.

She was the most astonishingly lovely thing I think I'd ever seen, and
I found myself utterly enchanted by her.  Leaning closer, I gave
Lindsay a slow and tender kiss, and afer a couple of seconds she
responded in kind.  Our tongues quickly found each other, and soon the
two of us were kissing with more enthusiasm.  I shall never forget the
electrifying feeling and taste of Lindsay Miller's mouth against my
own, so retiringly sweet and innocent.

Meanwhile I continued to sample the incomparably supple folds between
the winsome child's meaty labia majora.  Carefully sliding the tip of
my middle finger farther down between her outer lips, I located
Lindsay's diminutive vaginal opening.  Her hips jerked a little and
she made a tiny mewling sound into my mouth as I searched about that
highly guarded area for traces of moisture.  Finding very little, I
retreated and started sawing my finger slowly back and forth again for
a minute or two.  Then reluctantly I parted my lips from hers, raised
my head a bit and smiled down at the little beauty.  Lindsay
maintained her hold on my cock, but being somewhat distracted by the
enormity of the occasion, she'd paused her stroking.  "Your hand feels
real nice on my cock, Lindsay.  Did Kenneth show you how to touch boys
like that?" I asked her unexpectedly.

Nodding hastily, she immediately began to move her small hand on me,
and for a second she looked a little guilty as though she'd been
remiss in her duties.  I continued to caress her intimate petals,
rejoicing in the exquisite beauty of the fascinating little brunette.
Lying beside me on the bed Lindsay gazed up at me with an expression
of demure curiosity while she went about stroking me.  For several
minutes the two of us remained silent while we pleasured each other.
Then out of the blue I asked, "Do you want me to tell you now why I
want to keep your panties, Lindsay?"

"I..I dunno.  I guess," she answered a bit suspiciously after a brief
hesitation.

"Here, let me show you, sweetheart," I told her as I removed my finger
from between her sumptuous lips.  Then looking her directly in the
eye, I brought my finger up to my nose.  The heady aroma of Miss
Lindsay Anne Miller was so wonderfully powerful upon the slightly
puckered tip of my middle finger that it made my eyelids flutter.
Pungent and penetrating, the scent of a young girl can be positively
intoxicating.  Different than that of an older woman, it's more
intrinsic and unabashed.  Later in life she would doubtlessly seek to
disguise this most elemental bouquet, but at age eleven, Lindsay's
fragrance was still fresh and tangy and natural.

The sweet child furrowed her brow a bit as I made a show of sniffing
my finger, then quite unexpectedly, I touched my aromatic digit to
Lindsay's upper lip.  "Here, you try it," I told her.

"Eww, yuck!" she responded in disgust and embarrassment and turned her
head away quickly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feigning surprise, but she continued to look
away.  "I love the way you smell, Lindsay," I told the abashed
adolescent as I took the opportunity to return my finger to the source
of her perfume.  She turned back to me with furrowed brow and slightly
parted lips as she sensed my finger slip between her intimate folds.
"You are delightfully fresh and tangy down there, sweetheart.  Not as
"earthy" as Ginny.  In any case it's your scent and yours alone,
Lindsay.  That's why I want to hang onto your panties, sweetheart,
because they bear your fragrance, and I want to remember you that
way," I explained.  Then once again, I removed my finger from between
her labia, and took along, exaggerated whiff.  This time, Lindsay
blushed hotly, but didn't avert her gaze.  Then suddenly, her
expression changed.

"What's the matter, Lindsay girl?" I asked as I inserted my finger
back between her pussy lips.  At first she wouldn't answer.  Instead
she shrugged her shoulders and lay there looking decidedly
uncomfortable.  "What is it, Linds?" I asked again as I slowly
manipulated her rose petal lips.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she admitted softly after a prolonged
hesitation.

"Well, why didn't you say so, you silly girl," I chided good
naturedly.  Leaning down unexpectedly, I gave the stunning little girl
a soft peck on the lips.  Then after a warm smile, I gave her another,
and another.  Meanwhile I removed my finger from between her labia,
but continued to rub her spongy little pussy firmly using three
fingers.  After the third or forth kiss, I was rewarded with a demure
little smile.  "Your ready?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Lindsay replied with a timid nod.

"You gonna let go of me?" I asked her with a big grin as I nodded in
the direction of her hand on my cock.  She blushed hotly and removed
her hand quickly .

Chapter Five

"Well, let's go do it," I told the lovely little brunette as I sat up
and swung my legs over the side of her bed.  Offering her my hand I
helped her off the bed then asked, "Is that the bathroom?" pointing
toward a door to the right of the bureau.

"Uh huh," Lindsay nodded, and then allowed me to lead her across the
room.

Opening the door, I preceded her into the bathroom.  I noticed a
slight resistance but said nothing as I pulled the exquisite child
into the small tiled room and closed the door behind us.  "I have to
go too," I told her, and without waiting for a response I stepped over
to the toilet, lifted the seat, wrestled my raging erection downward
until I was more or less aimed at the bowl.  Then I tried to pee.  Not
having any luck right away, I turned and smiled at the nervous little
girl still standing near the door.  "It's kinda difficult when it's
this hard," I told her.  Blushing hotly, Lindsay looked away.  "Don't
you want to come closer and watch, Linds?" I asked, surprising her.

"No...th...that's OK," she answered demurely.  She looked very
uncomfortable, standing by the door and tried not to look in my
direction.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked her.  It's kinda neat, you know.
Come over here and take a look.  You might as well, because I'm gonna
watch you went it's your turn."

"Huh?  But..." the startled little beauty responded.

"That's right.  In fact, I've got a little surprise for you that I
think you're really gonna like.  Now come on over here and watch,
Lindsay.  I can't hold it much longer," I told her in a more
authoritative tone of voice.

"But... Ohhhh," she whined as I held my hand out to her.

"No whining!" I chided, gently and received a pouty little look in
response.  "Tell you what, Linds.  Why don't you aim my cock for me.
After all, you're the one who made it so hard in the first place," I
offered, surprising her once again.  

The precious child standing next to me at the toilet looked up at me
with furrowed brow and an expression of mild dismay.  "Do I really
have to?" she pleaded.

"I'd really appreciate it if you would, Lindsay," I answered, slipping
my arm around her shoulders casually.  "What's wrong?" I asked again.
"You've already handled my cock, and thanks to your brother, you're
very good at it, I might add," giving her a wink.  "So what's the
problem?"  Lindsay gazed up at me, searching my face for a couple of
seconds before lowering her eyes and glancing in the direction of my
erect penis.  Then after a long hesitation she reached her hand out
very slowly.   Flexing my muscles suddenly, I made my cock jump
once... twice, startling her and causing her to jerk her hand back.
"Go ahead, Lindsay.  It won't bight you," I chuckled.  A moment later,
I was forced to suppress a groan as her warm little hand closed around
my cock shaft.

"Push it down a little farther," I instructed my lovely assistant.
She did as I asked, but I could tell she wasn't all that excited about
our new game.  "Haven't you ever watched Kenneth go to the bathroom,
Linds," I asked her softly.

"Not really," she answered.  Then glancing up at me, she added in a
rather reproachful tone of voice, "I always thought bathroom stuff was
supposed to be...you know... private."

"A little to the left," I instructed.  "That's good.  Hold it right
there."

"Gross!" she complained as my urine stream began to flow, but I
noticed that her eyes were riveted on the action.

"Pay attention, Lindsay.  We don't want to miss the bowl,"  I told
her.  "And by the way, I thought you told me that you and your brother
take showers together.

"Well, yeah, but...."

"But what?" I countered.  "Showers are "bathroom stuff"," I said with
a grin.

"Yeah, but," she responded, glancing up at me.

"Hey, careful!" I exclaimed.  "Watch where you're pointin' that
thing!" I chuckled.

"Ohhhh," Lindsay whined when she looked down and noticed that she'd
allowed me to pee on the rim of the bowl.

"It's alright, sweetheart," I assured her gently.  Her display of
concern was absolutely precious.  "It's only pee.  We can wash it off,
you know.  Just watch what you're doing until I'm through," I told her
as I placed my hand over hers on my cock, and the two of us redirected
my urine steam back into the bowl.  A few seconds later the force of
my flow began to ebb and then eventually slowed to a trickle.  Using
my muscles, I caused a couple of final spurts to shoot into the water.
Meanwhile Lindsay stood beside me, dutifully holding me until at last,
I placed my hand onto her shoulder and said, "Give it a shake now,
please."

"Huh?" she asked looking up at me uncomprehending.

"Shake it.  Shake my cock, Lindsay.  Gotta get the last of the pee
out, you know," I instructed my confused assistant.  "Go ahead," I
urged again after a second.

I strongly suspected that this was a first for her, helping a guy pee,
and while I looked on, Lindsay Miller gave my semi-erect manhood a
tentative shake.  It was marvelous to behold.  "A little harder,
please," I prompted.  

"Gross!" the exquisite little brunette exclaimed when upon shaking my
cock with a bit more authority, she caused drops of urine to fly
everywhere, including onto herself.  In disgust, Lindsay stared at a
fair sized trace of liquid dribbling down her right leg, and at the
same time failed to pay attention to how she was holding me.  My final
spurt of hot urine sprayed onto her right hip and followed the rest
down her leg.  

"Hey, it's no big deal, Lindsay," I said to her when she jumped aside.
You'd have thought she'd sprayed herself with acid.  "Pee washes right
off."  She returned my remark with a sour look.  "Here," I began,
seeing an opening.  "I'll prove it to you."  Again, I got the sour
look mixed with a healthy dose of scepticism.  "You still gotta go,
don't you?"  I asked her as I turned and put the seat down on the
toilet.  Lindsay had decided to act standoffish again and didn't
answer.  "Well, do you or don't you, Lindsay?" I pressed.

"Yeah," she replied after a moment.  Then looking up at me in a
pleading way she asked, "but don't you think you could leave, maybe?
I don't think I can do it with you watching.."

"That doesn't sound like any fun," I replied, brushing off her
request.  "Besides, I don't want to watch," I told the little girl and
was forced to suppress a grin when I saw the relief wash over her.
"I've got a much better idea," I then informed her and reached out and
took her by the hand.

"What're you gonna do now?" she whined and tried half-heartedly to
pull away.

"You'll see in one second," I told the unhappy little beauty as I took
a seat on the toilet.  Then before she could think to resist further,
I pulled Lindsay over in front of me, turned her around, and then
backed her up against my knees.  Although it was a little painful,
with one hand I shoved my erection downward and clamped it between my
thighs for the time being.  Lindsay had no earthly idea what I had in
mind, so when without warning, I grabbed her around the waist and
hoisted her up onto my lap, I was rewarded with a squawk of surprise.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed as I reached around her and
separated her legs such that her calves hung down on either side of my
knees.  But the really interesting reaction from the pretty pre-teen
occurred when I released my erection from between my thighs and
allowed it to spring up between Lindsay's legs.  Instantly she jammed
her hands between her thighs in an effort to keep me away from
herself, but because she sat straddling my thighs, that was rather
difficult to do effectively.  "I don't think we should be doing this,"
Lindsay exclaimed breathlessly, while giving me a very concerned look
as she squirmed her sweet little derriere in my lap.  Even though she
kept her hands jammed tightly between her legs, I could feel the heat
of her crushed against the root of my cock, and what's more, I knew
that she could feel me as well.  Suddenly she was struggling quite
hard to somehow disengage herself from this rather compromising
position, but she wasn't having much luck without the use of her
hands.  Those she felt she needed in order to keep the back side of my
stiff prick from touching some pretty private parts of her body.

"Calm down, Lindsay," I told her.  "What's your problem?" I asked.

With wide eyes she stated, "We shouldn't be doing this!" and then
quickly looked away. 

 Wrapping my arms around her, I tried to calm and reassure the little
beauty, but you can bet that the fact that my erect cock was between
Miss Lindsay Miller's thighs, pressing against her each time she made
the slightest move, was at the forefront of my thoughts.  It truly was
an incredible feeling for she was exceptionally hot down there.  

The way she'd reacted, I began to wonder whether or not Lindsay had
ever experienced intimate contact with a man before, even
superficially, so I decided to investigate.  Dropping my hands from
around her waist, I began to rub the tops of her thighs, asking in a
soft voice, "What's the matter with what we're doing, Linds?  I think
it feels kinda nice, don't you?"  Then I kissed the back of her right
shoulder.  She didn't answer, but continued to squirm in my lap,
grinding her sweet little butt against me, which in itself was nothing
short of incredible.  "Don't you and Kenneth ever get close to each
other like this?" I asked. 

After a moment the enchanting little brunette shrugged, and still
looking away from me, she replied demurely, "W..well y..yeah,
b..but.... You know," and she shrugged again.

"But what, Lindsay?" I pressed.  

"We.. You know.. N..never did it like this.  You know.. In the
bathroom and stuff."

"Well, that's alright," I told her.  "So you don't mind it if my cock
touches you down there, right?"  She turned and gave me an adorable,
confused kind of look which I returned with a confident smile.  "Why
don't you take your hands away now and go ahead and pee, Linds," I
suggested casually.

"Huh ?!!!?" she responded in utter astonishment.  Not for the last
time I was compelled to suppress a laugh, for there was no way my
little friend could have possibly anticipated what in her mind had to
be a rather bizarre request. 

Keeping my voice as even as possible, I repeated my previous
suggestion.  "Go ahead and pee, Lindsay, I said more succinctly.

"You mean here?  Like...like this?" the stunning child asked no less
astonished as she unconsciously removed her hands and glanced downward
between her legs.  She was obviously thoroughly befuddled.  Taking
advantage of that brief period of confusion, I reached around her
small body, found my cock with the fingertips of my left hand and
snugged myself back against her.  Expecting more of a reaction out of
Lindsay as I pressed my erection firmly against her most intimate
flesh, I was pleasantly surprised when all she did was to turn and
look back askance at me for a moment.

"You're very warm down there, Lindsay, girl," I told her with a wink
and a smile.  She squirmed a little when I began to wipe the back of
my cock slowly back and forth across her nubile flesh while at the
same time keeping myself pressed tightly against her.  It was an
immaculate experience, and one I shall not soon forget, for from that
point onward, Miss Lindsay Anne Miller and I would share a special
bond.  Later in life she would no doubt take a lover, probably
several, but for now I was the only person outside of her immediate
family to have had intimate contact with the precious youngster.
Merely thinking about our newly formed relationship made the blood
boil in my veins.  I couldn't remember ever having been so turned on.

"Does that feel good, honey? I murmured from behind her right ear,
then nibbled playfully at the side of her neck.  Her sweet perfume
filled my senses and the warmth of her body threatened to send me over
the edge.  

"I.. I guess so," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper.  I
kissed my way across the back of her shoulders as I continued to press
myself against her.

"Why don't you go ahead and pee now, honey," I urged after a moment.

"I... I don't think I can," she answered softly.

I began to massage her shoulders soothingly and whispered, "Relax,
honey.  Just relax and let go."

"Oh, it's no use," Lindsay whined after a few seconds.

"Shh..shh..shh," I whispered and continued to rub her shoulders.  Then
suddenly I felt something move against the back of my cock shaft.
Some part of Lindsay's femininity shifted against me just before I
felt the first trickle of liquid heat.  "You see.  I told you, you
could do it," I said a bit breathlessly as her flow quickly increased.

"Yeah, I guess I can go like this," Lindsay replied with a little
giggle.

If the truth be known, I barely heard a word she said, so wrapped up
was I in the rush of molten gold that issued forth out of my little
partner only to be instantly deflected by the shaft of my cock
standing just centimeters from her opening.  From there the
superheated liquid pooled in my crotch for a second or two before
leaking between my cock shaft and my thighs and dribbling down either
side of my scrotum.

"Oh, Lindsay," I moaned with extreme pleasure as I wrapped my arms
around my lovely eleven year old lover and hugged her tightly, hoping
that supremely erotic experience would never end.  She squirmed in my
lap a little, grinding her hot little girl pussy against the back of
my cock as her urine flow gradually ebbed. She felt absolutely divine.
Then suddenly we both got a surprise.

As a rule I am reasonably efficient at controlling the level of my
sexual arousal, priding myself on my ability to outlast most any girl,
particularly one so inexperienced.  Perhaps it was the liquid heat of
her, virtually flooding my genital area, and in general the supreme
eroticism of the moment that sent me over the edge.  I have no idea.
It happened very quickly and with no warning whatsoever, startling me
almost as much as my tender young partner.  Usually I can sense the
fiery "itch" building in my loins like a full-body sneeze, but not
this time.

I felt Lindsay's little body lurch backward against my own when the
first volley of hot, ropey semen arced into the air, before striking
her just above the bridge of her nose; basically right between the
eyes.

"Ewww...gross!" she cried even as my second shot hit her beneath the
chin and drooled down her little chest.

"W..what's the matter?" I groaned breathlessly.  "Ohhh..gdddd!" I
exclaimed through tightly clenched teeth as a third viscous projectile
erupted from my cock, slashing gooey, white lines across Lindsay's
chest and tummy.

"It's yuckeeee," the lovely little brunette cried, squirming in my lap
with renewed enthusiasm, her sweet little ass grinding delightfully in
my lap.  "Let me goooo," Lindsay whined as I hugged her tightly,
preventing her from avoiding yet another steamy deposit.

"Hush now, Linds," I soothed as with my right hand I began to
distribute my sticky offering more evenly across the surface of her
chest and tummy.

"Stopppp," she whined with slightly less fervor as I traced slow
circles around her nickle size areola in the warm pools of semen on
her flat chest.  Meanwhile my twitching cock continued to percolate
cum, albeit less forcefully.  Sliding my hand down Lindsay's small
body, I located this growing reservoir at her lower abdomen.

"Shhh...shhh...shhh," I whispered while transferring a good deal of
the warm, sticky substance downward and over the resilient flesh of
her prominent mons and meaty labia majora.  As I'd hoped, my little
lover seemed to calm down a bit when she felt my hand on her.  "That's
my girl," I murmured from behind Lindsay's shell-like right ear, as
with my fingertips I found my semi-flaccid penis and pressed it back
against her, rubbing myself slowly from side to side across her hot,
slippery lips.

The small tiled room fell silent for several minutes, as Lindsay
slowly ceased her attempts to resist me.  Beneath my fingers, my once
raging erection began to dissipate as I continued to press myself
against the sweet child's most intimate flesh.  Then after a few
incredible minutes, my exquisite little princess inquired in a rather
miffed tone of voice, "Aren't you finished, yet?"  Her hot little butt
shifted in my lap.

"What's the matter, Linds," I murmured.  "Haven't you ever seen cum
before?"

She appeared unconcerned when I shifted my manual attentions, sliding
my middle finger deftly between her sumptuous labia majora.

Shifting her hips slightly as ever so gently I began to explore her
rose petal labia minora with my fingertip, Lindsay responded,
"Well...yeah...but."

"But, what?" I pressed, kissing her shoulder.

"It wasn't... you know...  It wasn't this...this... messy," she
complained half-heartedly as she tried to wipe the now clear drool
from her pretty face using the back of her hand.

Turning slightly, I reached for a nearby hand towel and handed it to
her.  "Remind me to tell you about the time Ginny and I poured oil all
over ourselves, and then spent a couple of hours sliding around
together."  

Wiping her face, Lindsay turned and stared at me incredulously.
"Yuck!" she exclaimed.  Meanwhile my finger remained busy between her
small thighs.

"Trust me, darling," I responded with a little chuckle.  "It's fun to
be messy.  Some day I'll show you.  I promise."

More to follow... SM


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