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Falling for susan


My friends call me Pete or Pedey. Some of you will know Kim
is my sister. She seemed to turn off boys after her experience
at The Pines or, at least, off my friends. Maybe she’d only
done what she had with them to have something to brag to her
girlfriends about.
I came of age, sexually, the same summer she did. It was on
an equally hot day. Kim was out somewhere and my friends
and I decided to go to the river by ourselves, planning to
swim at Bartons Rock (where there were likely to be other
teens) and, in the back of our minds, hoping to get lucky.

In my case, that would be doing anything more than just kiss
a girl.
The swimming hole was at the end of a twisting dirt road.
There was only a small parking area and it was full when we
arrived. I had to stop my mother’s car at the end of a row of
other dusty vehicles on the verge beside the tall forest
We all climbed out. There was the fresh smell of countryside
and, in the distance, the sounds of splashing, and the hoops
and hollers of kids enjoying themselves. The noise was
louder than the cackle of cicadas around us.
There were no changing sheds. My friends and I got into our
togs standing by the car, not too concerned about the possibility
of someone else arriving. There were flashes of male organs
and dark pubic hair, and then my friends were ready to walk
down the road to the riverbank.
“Coming?” Al asked me. The others paused in their tracks.
“I’m just going for a leak first.”
“Do it in your togs in the river, ” Chandler suggested.
“No one’s going to notice.”
“You guys go ahead. I won’t be long.”
They took off without further encouragement. Feeling
the urge to pee more strongly than ever, I locked the car
and then located an offshoot of the track to The Pines. I
could have just gone at the edge of the trees and hoped no
one came along, but modesty (about peeing at least) made
me seek cover further in.
There was a set of rapids between The Pines and Bartons Rock
and I could hear the roaring sound of rushing water before
I found a patch of suitably dense undergrowth I could use
as a barrier behind which to relieve myself. With a sense
of urgency, I ducked and pushed my way through it. Unexpectedly,
I came out into a small clearing where, just above the ground,
a fallen tree was still held up by its broken branches. There
were clothes thrown over the prone trunk.
I wasn’t alone ‒ there was a girl. We both froze. Bright sunlight
came down through the break in the canopy, lighting her
body. It was the loveliest I’d ever dreamt of seeing. She
had been using the cover of the surrounding vegetation
to change into her swimsuit. It was one-piece and figure
hugging. She had it pulled most of the way up, and had been
about to put an arm through a shoulder strap. Her breasts
were still bare.
She recovered from her surprise, grabbed her towel off
the tree trunk, and held it against her chest. We’d instantly
recognised each other, being in the same class at school.
Her name was Susan. I’d occasionally caught her glancing
at me during lessons, seeming interested. I’d wanted to
ask her out, but shyness had left me admiring her from afar,
unless my sexual fantasies count. She’d been supplanted
in them only after I saw Kim naked at The Pines.
I hadn’t wanted to have incestuous feelings about Kim,
but the memory of what I’d seen her do was a greater sexual
stimulus than anything I could ever imagine. So, yeah,
lately I’d jerked off thinking about my own sister instead
of Susan.
“Have you been watching me?”
The accusation, and the after-image in my head of her naked
breasts, made me flush guiltily. “No, ” I said.
“Did you follow me from the car park?”
I denied that too. “I just came in here by accident.”
Her blue eyes took in that I had a towel over one bare shoulder
and that my swimming trunks were dry. “Why?”
“I needed to …”
Her short, wavy-blonde hair distracted me.
“You wanted to do what, ” she persisted.
“You know.”
Her back stiffened. “I don’t know what boys need to go into
the bushes to do.”
“Take a leak, ” I blurted, blushing more deeply because
I knew what she was implying.
“Oh, ” she said, her lips matching the sound.
“Sorry I surprised you. I didn’t expect to see anyone.”
“But you saw me.” Her eyes got a teasing twinkle in them.

A different urge replaced the one in my bladder; this time
it had shifted to my groin. I was alone with the girl of my
fantasies. She was wearing a revealing swimsuit and modestly
holding a towel over her otherwise bare breasts. She hadn’t
screamed when I stumbled on her, nor had she subsequently
told me to leave. Either she was sexually experienced (like
my sister had seemed to me to be) or, for some other reason,
wasn’t scared by the situation she was in. Maybe curiosity
had gotten the better of her.
She added, “You could pretend I’m not here and do what you
were going to do.” The suggestion was the last thing I’d
expected. Maybe she thought I needed that bad to relieve
I checked, “You want me to pee in front of you?”
Because she was a girl, I 'd softened it from “take a
She was looking at my crotch. Maybe what she really wanted
was to see my cock, I figured, or maybe to humiliate me by
leaving before I got it all the way out.
“I didn’t say I was going to watch.” Her eyes lifted, “But
if I did, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”
Even if the urge came back (much as I wanted it to if she was
genuine) I wasn’t sure I could do it in front of a girl ‒ anymore
than she could in front of me, I was sure ‒ though the idea
made my cock swell even more.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone, ” I heard myself saying. I wondered
if the summer heat had affected all the girls of the town
the same way. Yet, if she was genuinely attracted to me,
it seemed a strange thing for her to want me to do in front
of her. Maybe it was just spur of the moment.
“Or maybe you’re too shy, ” she teased me with a grin.
I figured it out. “So you were just kidding.”
“Perhaps I only wanted to find out what sort of boy you are.
Or maybe I might have watched and then sent you on your way.”
She looked momentarily coy. We stared at each other until
she became disconcerted. “If you’ll turn round now I’ll
finish getting my swimsuit on.”
“I’d rather watch.” My boldness astounded me.
She was inquisitive and direct, responding, “Is that because
you like me?”
“Very much … for quite awhile.”
“Why haven’t you ever asked me out?”
“I thought you’d say no.”
“I wouldn’t have.”
My heart leapt. I didn’t know how to respond.
Susan slowly lowered her towel. “You didn’t just say you
liked me because you wanted to see these again?” She looked
down at her bare breasts.
I found my voice, despite what I was seeing. “No. I really
like you. Ever since you arrived at school.” Our eyes met.
She knew the effect her exposed tits were having on me, and
wasn’t shy about it.
Susan could have been Kim’s double in body size, their breasts
equally gorgeous. Emotionally, though, I was reacting
differently. Seeing Kim’s tits had been a first-time thrill;
having Susan let me see hers meant something more.
Responding to the invitation in her eyes, I crossed the
gap between us. Her soft lips met mine. I closed my eyes,
shutting out everything except the sensation of the kiss.
We parted for breath, stared into each other’s eyes in misty
attraction, and then brought our lips together again.

When she put her arms around my neck I was reminded she was
only half-dressed. I could feel the softness of bare breasts
pressed against my chest. It was the most beautiful sensation
I’d experienced in my entire life.
Susan’s lips parted. We stole a breath while almost mouth-to-mouth
then plunged back into the heady excitement and passionate
emotion of our embrace.
I don’t know how long we kept it up, forgetting anything
else. It was Susan who reminded me that tongues could participate
too. Our lips were barely touching when her tongue slid
between my teeth and touched mine. The tips did a kind of
involuntary dance together, wetly twining and curling.
Sensations of pleasure and delight washed over me. Her
mouth opened wider on mine and her tongue plunged deeper.
My arms were already about her and I drew her closer, the
bursting bulge in my swim-trunks instinctively seeking
I knew I had found the place it belonged as soon as our private
parts touched, cloth to cloth. We mutually gasped in a breath
then locked together again, lips open, tongue to tongue,
grinding our pelvises together in a close approximation
of ecstasy.
“Sus-s-an-n!” It was a male voice calling out.
We sprang apart as if someone had jabbed us with a cattle
“Sus-s-an-n!” The voice was coming closer, from the path.
Susan was shrugging hurriedly into the straps of her swimsuit.
“Who is it, ” I whispered.
“The boy I came with.” She put her finger to her lips. I knew
then she was not preparing to leave me. We held our breaths.
The voice went on by and faded.
“He’ll organise a search party if he doesn’t find you, ”
I said practically, before I could stop myself.
“Didn’t you come with someone?”
“Just some other boys. They probably won’t miss me until
they’re ready to go.”
“Do you like this guy you’re with?” I probably had no right
to ask.
“It’s a first date.” Her eyes met mine. “I wouldn’t have
gone on it if you’d ever asked me out.”
Her whispered words made my heart swell with the beginnings
of a real attachment for her.
“Sus-s-an-n!” The boy was coming back along the track.
“I’ll go and speak to him.”
Susan stepped around me, ignoring my stunned reaction.
She pushed her way through the undergrowth and shrubbery
towards the approaching voice.
A little later Susan emerged back in the clearing, looking
“What did you tell him?”
“That I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to lie down
for a while out of the sun.”
Seeing how beautiful she was (or that was how she seemed
to me) I could believe her mystery boyfriend not wanting
to fall out with her on a first date by arguing.
“Won’t he come back?” I realised we were on borrowed time
“No. I said I’d go down to the waterhole once I felt better.”
Susan’s look held my gaze. It told how she felt about me.
I watched her lower the straps of her swimsuit then come
towards me to sit at my side on the rough bark of the fallen
tree. I could see the mounded tops of her breasts when she
sat. Only the tips were holding up her swimsuit.
She reached over, took my hand ‒ lifting it as her lips came
towards mine ‒ and placed it in the top of her swimsuit. My
brain seemed to split in two, half of it aware of her lips
corresponding with mine, and the other half devoted to
what my hand felt. There was a rubbery nubble surrounded
by swelling softness under a cover of velvet skin.
Okay, so no words can really describe it, especially that
first time.
My wrist accidentally brushed the top of the swimsuit out
of the way, exposing her breast. We stopped kissing and
both looked down at where my hand was holding her.
I felt frozen, not knowing what to do next. Then I remembered
my friends with their hands on my kid sister’s tits, and
how they had manipulated them. I looked into Susan’s eyes
and instinct took over, her shallow breathing deepening
in response to my touch.
We kissed again. All the time, I was holding her breast,
squeezing it gently, the nipple pressing into my palm.
I slipped my tongue back into Susan’s mouth. Her tongue
retreated coyly. Then it became assertive with mine, pushing
it back between her teeth so that just the tips touched in
a passionate kiss of their own. We sucked in fresh forest
air. Teasing, her tongue pounced on mine. It was oral foreplay
like I’d never experienced it before!
As our kiss deepened, she thrust her breast against my hand.
Her eyes were misty as they opened after we came up for another
breath. “Play with my nipple, ” she begged. My hand, it
seemed, wasn’t the first she’d invited.
Were all girls precocious like Kim, I wondered momentarily.
Going with the flow, I let my fingers draw out to a funnel
over the tip of Susan's breast. Squeezing gently on
the nipple, unsure of how much pressure I should use, I drew
it outwards.
Susan let out a little gasp.
“Did I hurt you?” I was suddenly all concern and remorse.
“No.” The word quavered. “I liked that.”
I kept doing it, feeling her respond and grow between my
fingers. I almost felt frustrated when her nipple wouldn’t
stand out any further. Then she gently drew my head towards
her. I knew what she wanted me to do, and this time she groaned
at the first sensations.
While I was sucking her nipple, like a novice Don Juan, my
hand found something else to do, exposing her other breast
and caressing its tip. Her hand stroked my head, and her
chest thrust out, eager for stimulation.
I thought no physical sensation could be more beautiful,
and then I felt her other hand push into the waistband of
my shorts. It played with my pubic hair. After a few breathless
seconds, her fingertips gradually worked downward, making
first contact with the stiff base of my cock. They lingered
there for a second then drew back, as if suddenly frightened
by what they’d touched.
I lifted towards her fingertips, dying to make contact
with them again, my mouth still on her nipple but no longer
The ends of her fingers made contact again. I felt rock-hard
where they touched. Her thumb and forefinger explored,
testing my girth, then withdrew shyly. Her hand came free
of my shorts.
I straightened up and we stared at each other.
“Do you want to …”
I knew from the way she said it, and looked at me, what she
meant. I countered, “Do you?”
“I don’t know.” She swallowed. “I haven’t done it before.”
My heart leapt to my throat as I admitted, “I haven’t either.”
“Do you want me?”
My insides lurched. “With all my heart and soul!” I think
something happened inside her too, the way her expression
changed. I didn’t want to do it just for the sex, and nor did
she. I really cared about her.
Our lips met slowly in a tender kiss, her nipples brushing
my chest. “You’ll have to show me what to do, ” she said.
I had no idea. Kim hadn’t let the boys go as far as fucking
her. Didn’t a girl’s entrance need to be stimulated, somehow,
before she could make love, I tried to recall.
My head filled with the picture of my friends licking Kim
between the legs after she presented herself to them on
her back. I didn’t want to shock Susan by suggesting we go
I’d heard some boys claim girls loved having fingers inside
them, and sometimes did it to themselves. For a boy, getting
them in a girl’s pussy was in the same league as finding the
Holy Grail. None of us could imagine vividly beyond that.
Then I remembered Kim had stopped Chandler after he had
his finger in her cunt hole. She may not have liked the feel
of it, for all I knew, or she may not have wanted to be stimulated
any further. Or maybe she just got scared.
I wanted to go back to the familiar joy of kissing Susan and
fondling her breasts, but I knew it was time to seek another
level of intimacy. I had to do something!
Standing up, I helped Susan off the tree trunk. She stood
facing me, looking nervous and holding her swimsuit in
case it slipped any further. She wasn’t attempting to cover
her breasts though. I just hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous
and unsure I was too.
Hiding it, I trampled the undergrowth in front of us then
placed our towels side by side over it. She lay down on hers,
on her back, and looked up at me. I took off my sandals, standing
on one leg then the other, before lying down beside her.
We turned our heads and looked into each other’s eyes. “You
can touch me, if you like, ” she said in a little voice.
I wondered if she’d ever said that to anybody else. Jealousy
burned inside me for a moment. Then I melted under her gaze,
and knew she hadn’t.
I pushed myself up on one elbow, tore my eyes away from the
pink nipples on her mounded breasts, and let my gaze drift
down to where a triangle of green swimsuit disappeared
between her lightly parted thighs.
I bent forward and tentatively let my fingers touch the
mounded crest of the triangle. There was springy hair underneath
the swimsuit, and hardness when I pushed more firmly ‒ the
same hardness I’d felt pressed tightly against me when
we stood embracing.
A shiver passed through Susan’s body and made my palm tingle
when I felt it.
I looked back at her face. Her lips lifted at the corners
in an almost-formed smile of encouragement. Her eyes seemed
to shyly say, “Yes.”
I pressed down on her pubic mound, rotating the heel of my
hand, unsure if that was what she wanted or not. All I knew
was that I was going crazy from the sensation of touching
her there.
I noticed her breathing quickening. Then I felt her hand
cover mine and push it over the edge. My palm felt incredible
softness as her legs magically opened. The sexy, hidden
treasure between them was no longer guarded.
Her hand withdrew, leaving mine lightly touching the crotch
of her swimsuit, sensing the shape of her private parts
I became aware she was pushing the top of her swimsuit down
over her hips. She exposed her navel then most of her belly,
and stopped.
I couldn’t resist the look in her eyes and I kissed her. At
the same time, I lifted my hand and cupped one warm breast.
She responded hesitantly then with greater passion, groaning
into my mouth as my fingers teased her nipple.
She shifted, breaking from the kiss, and then sat up to push
the swimsuit the rest of the way down, freeing it by lifting
her butt off the towel.
I saw her dark-blonde pubic hair for the first time.
She leant forward and pushed the swimsuit over her knees.
From there, she lifted one foot out and used it to kick the
garment off her other leg.
She lay back, entirely nude now, watching my eyes adore
Even though I’d seen women in “Playboy” ‒ and Kim in the flesh
only a month ago ‒ it took nothing away from looking at Susan’s
body for the first time without a stitch of clothing on it.
She was beautiful and fascinating beyond description!
Her bottom lip trembled. “Do you still want me?”
I let my breath out in a rush, “Ever so much!” I couldn’t express
how the thought of it caused almost physical pain.
“Do you want to … play with me first … down there?” She bobbed
her chin towards her belly. My answer must have been in my
expression because she parted her thighs and drew her knees
higher, opening herself.
I felt frozen and overwhelmed, probably with my mouth agape
and looking stupid.
“Do you think I look nice … down there?”
“There’s no one more lovely!”
She smiled, pleased that I’d said it, no longer caring whether
it was true or not. “I’m glad you seem to like it so much.”
I realised she wasn’t really wanting me to just look, or
to engage me in conversation. She was just chivvying me
I remembered her question ‒ do you want to play with me down
there first? It rather implied that if I didn’t know what
to do, and providing her most intimate parts were being
touched, it didn’t really matter.
I sort of recalled that Chandler was kneeling between my
sister’s legs when he inserted his finger. It was exciting
then ‒ to watch ‒ but in this new context it seemed a disrespectful
thing to do. He’d simply poked his finger up as if into the
end of a pipe. I didn’t want to do that to Susan.
I just shuffled my position, while I stared soulfully into
her blue eyes, and reached out to touch her soft midriff.
My hand slid over her tummy and down into the start of her
crisp pubic hair, caressing her in the same way she had first
caressed me.
The enormity of the thought that I was actually touching
a girl’s pussy fur bounced around inside my head like an
electronic pinball, shooting hot darts of pleasure into
my groin. I thought I could hear the ching-ching-ching
of each contact with my skull.
Susan’s hips swayed, pushing her pelvis against my hand
eagerly. Her eyes told me how aware she was of where I was
touching her. If I went any further, I felt certain I’d make
a fool of myself. Just having my hand where it was seemed
the ultimate! It was giving me more pleasure than I’d ever
imagined anything could.
But she’d said, “Play with me.” How did you play with a girl’s
thing? How did you make sure you were giving her pleasure
I let my fingers slide down through the hair because it seemed
the only thing to do. Her body tensed, and I knew nobody else
had ever had his hand where mine was heading. She had no experience
to compare my attempts with, no matter how fumbling I might
I had some idea of her genital anatomy from pictures of shaved
pussy I’d seen in magazines. I anticipated the relative
position and shape of her outer labia as my fingertips separated
and slid onto them. I knew that a girl’s slit (and I did not
dare touch Susan’s yet) not only separated her two labia
but also enclosed smaller lips and, somewhere low down,
the entrance to her vagina. I’d heard the word “clit” bandied
about as well, and I knew it was some part of a girl’s pussy
that gave her special pleasure ‒ but I could never figure
out, from the porn photos, which part it was in all the intricate
pink parts that showed when a model was holding herself
Through the fur, my fingertips touched the bottom of her
Susan was still tensed, and I was holding my breath. I brought
my fingertips together and tentatively drew them back
up. I could feel a barrier of hairs, and sense a groove underneath
Susan’s eyes had gone wider. Her chest was rising and falling
With my index finger, I traced the line of the depression
upwards, and then slid two fingers back down together,
trying to part the hair to either side. I found a spot that
felt matted and wet, and instinctively concentrated there.
The wetness was slippery, and the hair parted as if oiled.
My fingertips touched something yielding that was softer
than velvet.
The tension in Susan’s body melted away. The part of it I
was touching was opening wider under my fingertips. I explored,
encountering firm, lubricated flesh.
Susan began trying to slip the ring of her tight entrance
on two of my fingers at once ‒ as hard as I was endeavouring,
without hurting her, to push them into the hidden depths
beyond. She was breathing deeply in a jerky kind of way and
her eyes had closed.
The entrance ring yielded gradually, seeming to grow more
elastic, and then I was through, my fingers slipping into
a yielding sheath that was squishy with wetness.
I was feeling Susan up!
She moaned softly as my palm came up against her pubic mound
and my extended fingers investigated everything they
could reach inside her. All the time, her entrance was opening
wider, letting me further in.
As I stared at Susan’s lovely face a strange sensation came
over me ‒ I felt I was going gooey inside, as if all my internal
organs had turned to marshmallow. It was incredible what
she was letting me do ‒ so overwhelmingly intimate!
Her eyes fluttered open and I melted even more. I exclaimed,
overcome, “You’re amazing!”
“Make love to me!”
Her cunt muscles were expelling my fingers. She sat up,
pushing me onto my back before starting to pull down the
waistband of my shorts. My cock shot up, released as the
elastic cleared it. She stared for a long moment and then
finished taking off my swim-trunks with my eager help.
Straddling my legs ‒ all nude and beautiful ‒ she made me
begin to feel how it was to die and go to heaven. Her lovely
blue eyes on mine, she reached between her legs to find the
shaft of my penis, grasped it, and then guided it to her entrance.
Before I could even think about what was happening, she
was lowering herself onto the blunt point, enclosing it
in juicy softness. I felt the same muscular ring as my fingers
had, and momentary resistance, then my cock slid through.
My heart felt as if it had stopped beating and was going to
burst, all my nerve endings as if they were concentrated
in the one part of my body that was intimately wrapped by
Involuntarily, I started thinking about hymens, wondering
if I’d pierced hers as she came down on me. Would she start
bleeding? Would the after-pain be more than she could bear?
I’d heard the first-time horror stories. I tensed and froze.
“It’s all right, ” she said. “I tore mine a few years ago
playing netball.” It was as if our intimate sexual link
had let her read my mind. Either that, or she wanted to convince
me she was still a virgin in every other way but one.
She lowered her head to kiss me. As her lips touched mine,
she let her hips sink down, a reserve of elasticity allowing
her to take me all the way up. I felt as if I was part of her,
as if our flesh had merged.
My hands, on her back, were stroking its bareness as I responded
to her kiss. She broke from the embrace, her breasts lifting
to lightly touch my chest, and stared down into my eyes.
Still braced on her arms, she began moving her hips. I felt
the taut ring around my cock sliding up the shaft. Just when
I thought the head was going to pop out, she slid herself
down again. I almost came. I had to fight the burning itch,
in some hidden vessel connecting my balls and penis, to
gush into her.
Somehow, she understood ‒ perhaps she could see a struggle
in my eyes, though I thought they were busy just adoring
her ‒ and she stayed still.
The urgent throbbing at the base of my cock ebbed. Then the
stretched-tight ring moved up again, causing sensations
that were pure magic. When it came down it seemed to go on
forever. Her pubic hair merged with mine, her pubic bone
grinding against me. The tip of my penis settled in some
unyielding space deep inside her.
The next time her hips came down towards me, I thrust up instinctively.
She groaned and stopped moving lower. I took over, bridging
the space between us by lifting my hips, tightening my butt
to plunge all the way in, and then semi-relaxing to pull
part way out of her again.
Her gorgeous cunt started gripping my cock as it moved inside
her. I made passionate thrusts only a further three or four
times before I felt uncontrollable sensations in my groin
boiling over. A flood of heat channelled through my loins.
Then my cock was jerking, spurting into Susan. She gave
a little gasp and sank onto me, grinding her pubic bone wildly.
My hands grasped her soft butt cheeks, holding her on my
cock, my hips thrusting up. She bucked and rode me. My cock
had gone numb. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and
then her back arched. Her breath came out in a long, drawn
out sigh. She collapsed on my chest and we lay together.

Between her legs, I felt my limp cock being progressively
expelled until it flopped out like a slippery eel.
I realised we were both panting. She rolled off me onto her
back, with my arm under her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her
lips then her nipples and, more crazily, between her legs.
But I lay exhaustedl, recovering.
Do you still like me?” Her voice was almost plaintive.
I turned my head towards her and it just came out, “I love
“I love you too!” Her eyes were warm with emotion, and she
twisted over to come into my arms. Her beautiful nude body
pressed against me. My cock felt a damp wetness where it
touched her. “I’ll always love you, ” she vowed before
her lips found mine. A passionate kiss sealed our new commitment
to each other.
It was the start of the longest and most beautiful teenage
relationship in my life.
Author’s note: Maybe I’ll tell you more about Pedey and
Susan’s first love in another story, if the mood takes me.
If you feel the theme of Kim’s story might be more interesting,
though, you should read “My Kid Sister” (note, sexual intercourse
does not occur in the story). But, if you like first-time
sex with romance, can’t wait, and haven’t discovered “Ripe
Fruit” yet, try reading it instead. Enjoy!

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Great article. Well written. Brings back pleasant memories.
PS What happened to susan, appears you moved apart?


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wow it was like i was in the fucking story! u shud write books


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Really like the story; not for the sex but the description
of innocent discovery - fantastic. Every man's boyhood
memory of what could have been.
Look forward to ch2.
Couldn't find the article on "My Kiid Sister"
- again the portrayal of childhood innocence has me intrigued.
Thanks for the memories.


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Teen romance Wow. I was a teen again at least for the moment
Great Story!
Keep writing.


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Wonderful writing!!!
You transported me back in time. I loved it.


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cool tells us more


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Simply hot reading. Brings back memories of my first encounter
of sexual intercourse.