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Date: Sat,  4 Nov 1995 07:40:40 UTC
Subject: Me & C.J. [1/x] mf (pre)teen incest
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NOTE: This story contains consensual heterosexual sex between a near-adult
      male and a preteen female.  If you are offended by hetrosexuality (!),
      consensual sex (!!), sex with a minor, premarital sex (!!!),
      fantasizing (!!!!), masturbation (!!!!!), musicians, guitars, or
      shopping malls, please exit and do not view any further.  Also, if
      you are under 18, you must (by law) exit and not view any further.
      Names have been changed.
      
Me and C.J., pt. 1 (mf teen incest)
===================================

	I can remember when I really started noticing CJ.  It was not long
after she turned 11, when her body really started catching up to her mind.
Intellectually, she had always been years ahead, reading at a 7th grade
level in 3rd grade, and she took her first college-level course the summmer
before 8th grade.  Up until then, she had a perfectly normal 11-year-old's
body.  Not that I minded, I had had sex with an 11-year-old girl before, and
was left totally amazed at how sexy a girl could make herselt at that age.
Anyway, CJ (it stands for Cathi Janell, by the way) had been 11 for two
months or so when her hormones took off like Shaq.  She had a B chest by the
time she was halfway to 12, and made C days before she turned 12.  Also, her
flirtatious side really kicked in when she started developing.

	I would take her to the mall or something (PS, when she was 12 I was
17), and she would wink at every guy that stared at her, things like that.
She would always demand to go into her favorite store (one of those stores
that sold little female trinkets, those hair things, earrings, things like
that) by herself, and of course I let her.  I would go to the store right
across the mall, the only music store in the city that carried both Gibson
guitars and Korg keyboards (I'm an aspiring musician) and jam on one or the
other.  I either sat on a chair and played guitar, or else stood at a
keyboard and whammed away.  I would always faced out into the mall and
fantasize about CJ as I watched her shop.  Guys would come into the store
and ask me who she was, if she was my girlfriend (Hello!  Are you an
asshole?  Since when do you just ask some guy if this girl is his
girlfriend?  What would he have done if I'd said yes?), how good a lay she
was, things like that.  I always had the same answer.  "She's my sister. She
just turned 12.  I know her boyfriend, and if you don't lay off, he AND I
will jump your sorry ass."  She didn't have a boyfriend, and in fact had
never had one. The only sexual experience she had had was with 17-year-old
girl (a neighbor that lived across the street from us) a few days after she
(CJ) turned 11. Since the day she told me about it, I have always tried to
imagine what it would be like to have her 11-year-old body rubbing up
against mine as I slowly fucked her young pussy.  Oh, what orgasms such
fantasies have always brought!  Those guys always asked me if I was pokin'
her, and I always told them the truth, which was no.  I mean, she's my
sister, ya know?  Fantasies are one thing, I've been told that a vivid
fantasy life is both normal and healthy. Fantasize I did, like when she was
shopping and I was in the music store. She always looked so sexy in her
"mall garb"... short cutoffs, sandals (that's something that's always driven
me crazy, short shorts with sandals and no socks on a girl), and either a
bodysuit (white with a black bra or black with no bra) or black vest-shirt
with no bra.  She always wore tight shirts, she knew she had a nice body and
loved to show it off.  I always took a sort of perverse pleasure in knowing
that I was always with the best-looking girl in the building.

	Friday started off like any other day.  I got up and got ready for
school.  It was one of those days I woulda considered skipping, but hell, I
was fixin to graduate in 17 days, so I thought, why not go.  Just as I came
downstairs my mom told me that she and my dad were going to be out of town
when I got home from school, as my dad had a symposium in Seattle the next
morning.  So, I finished getting ready and went.  It was Friday, so I left a
little early... I always have my car (a '95 Mustang) washed before school on
Fridays.  After that, I got to school, and my day went like any other. First
class was Spanish, kicked some ass in that.  Trig, Government, Weight
Training (ha!), my day was a breeze.  Went home like I always did, just
kinda plunked down on the couch.  CJ got home an hour or so later, just like
always.  I had already decided that it was cool being here without my
parents.  A taste of freedom, or something like that.  Anyway, after dinner,
I told CJ I was gonna go get some movies, and asked her if she had any
suggestions.  She said she wanted to see Schindler's List, but said that I
could get whatever.  So, I went.  I ended up getting Schindler's List and
some stupid Jim Carrey movie (I hate Jim Carrey, so I guess I'd say they're
all stupid).

	We watched the Jim Carrey movie first, and then Schindler's List.
She loved the Jim Carrey one, but got real depressed watching the other.
Something near the end of the movie made me snicker.  I started snickering,
then burst out laughing.  CJ couldn't help it, after a minute she totally
cracked up.

	"What's so damn funny?" she finally managed to blurt out.
	
	I explained to her the scene in the movie that had made me start
laughing, and she just kinda looked at me, asking me how I could have found
that funny.  I said "Like this!" and then did something I never imagined I'd
do... I started tickling her.  We started tickling and wrestling and rolling
around laughing.  After a few minutes of this, we were both breathing hard,
gasping for air.  I collapsed on my back, and she kneeled across my stomach.
Then she did something unexpected.  She bent down and kissed me.  Not light
or anything, I mean, hell, she shoved her tongue down my throat.  Best kiss
I had ever had.  We kissed hard, and after a bit we rolled over.  She was on
her back, and I was laying on her.  Her legs were wrapped around me and we
were both working against each other.  I was harder than all hell and I
could feel how hot she was.  We were really goin at it, running our hands
all over each other, kissing, going through the motions of fucking.  It
wasn't long before I was on my back again, and she was straddling me, taking
off my shirt.  When it was off she pulled hers off straight over her head,
and guided my hands to her breasts.  They were the most perfect things I had
ever had my hands on, and the way her bare skin felt immediatley reminded me
of the 11-year-old girl I had fucked three months before.  Her nipples
pressed hard against my palm, and as I rubbed them, she made small moaning
sounds, sounds I never thought I'd hear her make, sounds I'd heard from
other women but that had never done things to me like they did coming from
my sister.  She bend down and kissed me again, and her hard nipples rubbed
against my chest.  She slid down, kissing and biting my neck and chest. When
she got to my pants she quickly unbuttoned them, and I helped her pull them
off.  She stood up and practically jumped out of her pants (where did she
learn to do that so fast?), and even took the time to take off my socks and
hers.  She straddled me again, and this time it was only my boxers and her
lace panties seperating us.  She was hot and soaked, I could feel it, and
she could just as easily tell how hard I was.  Then the thought hit me.

	"CJ, we gotta stop," I said as I slit out from underneath her.  I
sat back against the couch and pulled my legs up to my chest.  She stood up
and looked down at me.

	"What's wrong?" she asked.  She was standing about six feet away,
looking down at me.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and her black lace panties
were riding high up her crack.  The front was cut low, and the beginnings of
her hair could be seen.  Her wetness was running down the insides of her
legs, almost to her knees.  God I wanted her.  I wanted to pull her panties
off and fuck her until she couldn't think.  "Why'd you stop?"  She was
breathing hard, and I could hear the pleading and desperation in her voice.

	"Ceej, this is... well, you're my sister!"
	
	"So far, it hasn't stopped you."
	
	"Ceej, I want you, okay?  Bad.  But, we can't do this."  She stepped
forward and ticked the bottom of my foot with her toe.  I giggled, and she
did it again.  She walked forward, and kneeled on the couch, straddling my
head.  The scent of her sex filled me, and any thoughts I had as the the
wrongness of the act vanished.  After I pulled the string of her panties
aside, I slammed my tongue into her tight, wet hole.  She made a noise that
was halfway between crying and moaning, and clamped her thighs tight around
my head.  I began eating her with abandon, licking the entire length of her
slit, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her clit.  She screamed and
moaned, rubbing herself against my face.  She didn't take very much of this
before she really started moving, and then got up.  She helped me stand up,
then motioned for me to lay down on the couch.  She turned around and slowly
bent over, pulling her panties off.  She did a little show, running her
hands up her tanned, tight, hellishly sexy legs, then over her ass.  Then
she came over and got on top of me, kneeling over my thighs.  She bent over
and licked the juice off my face, and then we kissed for a long, long time.
Her hands were busy, slowly stroking my cock, as she lightly brushed her
fingers along it.  After what seemed like forever, she straddled my cock,
reached back, took it in her hand, and placed the head up against her hole.
She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, shook her hair out, took a deep
breath, held it, and, in the slowest moment I've ever in my life
experienced, sat on me, letting the entire length of my cock slip into her.
Oh SHIT was she tight.  I mentioned before that I had fucked an 11-year-old
(I'll tell you about that next, she's my sister's best friend's sister), and
that girl was tight, but that was an innocent tightness, one that came from
her small body that was still growing, but CJ, hers was one that seemed to
be controlled, like she knew exactly how and when to squeeze.  And God,
squeeze she did.  She was so tight it almost hurt, and in the first movement
I made, it took everything I had to keep from busting my nut right there.
But, I just grunted and held it, and slowly began to move.  She moaned
lightly, and started to work against me.  I grunted, and slid out.  This
time I quickly shoved back into her, and we really got going.  She really
knew what she was doing, matching me push for shove, thrust for thrust.  It
didn't take long before she was screaming, sitting on me hard as her muscles
fluttered around me as she came.  The feeling of my cock sitting deep in her
tight cunt as she recovered and SQUEEZED one last time brought me off.  I
groaned and slammed deep into her one last time as I shot gallons into her.
She came again as I filled her, and I never pulled out of her as we switched
positions.  This time she was on her back, legs wrapped around me as I
pounded into her.  We both came at the same time, moaning and screaming.  I
came so much I could feel it leaking out around my dick.  We fell asleep
almost immediatley afterward.  As I fell asleep, I can remember thinking
that we still had all of tonight, all of tomorrow, and Sunday morning left.
But, that's gonna have to wait until part two.  Hasta.

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