Again a flush rolled through her, warmer this time, at the sound of the forbidden word… for it was not unknown to her. Only she knew it to be… "That's a dirty word, Mike."
"No it's not, everybody uses it. It's a grown-up word, see. Only grown-ups are allowed to say it. But I'll let you say it to me. As long as you promise never to tell anyone else, hey? So say it, let me hear you say a grown-up word."
"Cunt," she said, softly, not really believing him, but letting the word excite her. "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"
"Yeah, that's right," he said, shockingly thrilled at the sound of her girl's voice lisping the word. "Now, I'll teach you some more, if you don't already know them. What do you call this?" he asked, fondling.
"That's my bottom, Mike."
"Nah, that's kids' talk. That's your ass, your butt, your rear-end. They call each one of 'em the cheek of your ass, see. And these?" flicking her nipples and pinching up the soft, silky skin of her breasts.
"I-I don't know, Mike. That's my chest, isn't it!"
"Hah! Little kids have chests. These are your tits, and these are your boobs. Can you remember 'em? Let me hear you say em."
Maryon had heard the words before, but never used them. Or thought of them, consciously. But like all secret, taboo words of the tribes of man, they were burned indelibly on her hidden memory.
"Cunt, ass, tit, boob," she murmured; then, more boldly: "Cunt! Ass! Tit! Boob! Cunt-ass-tit-boob! Cuntasstitboob! Cuntass! Titboob!" She giggled. "They're funny words, aren't they, Mike? When I say 'em like that?"
"That's good, Sis." He bent to kiss her on her left breast, sucking at her nipple as he drew back, sending a sudden delightful tingle from between her legs to her toes, and up to her… tits! Defiantly she said the word to herself. Mike placed the hollowed palm of his hand on her belly, low down, and began to rub it. She arched like a kitten being stroked but, to her sudden disappointment, after a few brushes he left off, and moved a pair of long, warm fingers down to the hot spot between her legs. Feeling good, she relaxed her thighs, tightened momentarily against the alien intrusion, but jerked as he pressed down against the small, firm mound where she'd recently discovered fresh hair to be growing. "Ooh!" she said between her teeth. "That feels funny, Mike. Like-like…" she blushed again "… like I have to go to the bathroom."
"You mean, like you have to take a leak," he sniggered. "I know what you mean, but it's different from that, really. Don't worry, Sis, it'll be all right, I promise."
Fleetingly the little girl wondered how he could know what it felt like. She did know that boys and girls weren't built quite the same, though she didn't know exactly in what way. Maybe Mike'll show me – if I ask him nicely! – she excitedly thought, and determined to put the suggestion to him when be seemed to be in a good mood. Meanwhile, she was kinda enjoying this 'punishment' of his.
And meanwhile, Mike was hot and cold at the 'punishment' he was inflicting. If only Maryon'd hold her tongue, and not go blabbing! But then, if she did, she'd not know that her own petty 'crimes' of the day wouldn't be doubly punished. And… she didn't seem to mind what he did with her!
He let his knuckles stroke the firm lean flesh of her thighs and gradually ran his thumb down into the moist, hot area he ached to explore. Leaning his body over her, he peered down as his probing digit eased its way into the lips of her bald, silk-edged cunt. Moving his knee back a bit till it pressed against the hard cheeks of her ass, he brought his other hand sliding down her suddenly trembling body to join the first, and let both thumbs gently prise her flower-like slit apart. It was something like splitting a peach, he thought. Even the down on her skin there was the same. And she was just as juicy inside, he discovered… a little sticky, and with a few kinda little knobs almost like seeds on the soft, red flat part at the top. He ran his fingernail up and down these hard pimples and was surprised when the lips he was holding seemed to thicken and grow to his touch, and he beard her gasp.
"Are you all right, Sis?" he asked, alarmed. He felt a shudder and was going to take his hand away when one of her own stretched down to cover it and hold it in place. "Yes… it's just… a funny feeling, that's all, when you do that. Don't… don't stop."
She spoke through closed teeth and open lips, and her eyes remained closed. Her cheeks were rosy. Curious, he played with her again in the same way, and also slipped one questing finger into her wet hole, surprised to find it easily sliding into a hot, strange, soft cavern where seconds before there'd been only a tight little hole. Against his knuckles he felt her slender thighs move restlessly.
For her part little Maryon was equally as surprised by what was happening to and in her. She felt she wanted to… To twinkle was the way she put it to herself. Down there, where Mike was touching and squeezing and pressing her, it was all hot and loose and open and tingling, like… like when I swallowed a spoonful of hot chili too quickly, and it caught up with her down at the back of her throat and behind her chest. At the same time she felt herself to be floating, as though she was going to faint or something. She shivered, cold, but then burnt with a warm flush that ran all the way through her. Then cold, then hot, in flashes. She licked her lips and took a deep, shuddering breath, letting herself go.
Mike observed the waves of rosy color that swept across the taut surface of his sister's skin, and decided he'd better hold back a bit. Leaving his finger in her, letting it curl and straighten despite his better intentions, he gazed again at the sight of the slender, fair-skinned, rosy-hued, flushed-cheeked, golden-haired, white-stockinged slither of naked flesh that was his sister. Without really knowing why, he slid one arm beneath her shoulders and, raising her so that her head dangled blindly back, kissed her slight breasts and ran his warm cheek down the skin of her belly. He held her to him for a time, his finger still pulsating in her, and her breath matching the rhythm of his strokes, then it hit him that he might take her virginity in this way, if he wasn't careful!
He still wasn't sure of the mechanisms of girls' cunts, but he'd read enough to know that if he took her cherry like this she'd bleed, and get hurt, and probably tell the Old Man and Mom, and…
In sudden, shocking panic he withdrew his finger and let his hand rest hot against her hotter, heaving little slot. Her head jerked up and her wide blue eyes stared at him in a kind of outrage. "Why did you stop, Mike? That was… nice."
"Uh, well, uh, see…" he broke off. Then, kissing her flushed cheek, he whispered in her ear: "III tell you later, Sis, but for now, just believe me, huh? And relax. Here, how'd you like this?"
Still pressing her against him, he jiggled her until she half sat on his knee, coltish young legs sprawled wide apart, and rubbed her lower belly, letting the ball of his thumb press down on the mount at the very tip top of her slit each time it passed that way. "Mmmmhhh, nice, Mike," she murmured against the chest that encased his rapidly pounding heart, and lifted her face to kiss him again, before she remembered, and made a loving pout at him, snuggling her golden head on his shoulder like a contented cat.
She felt that something more should happen to her but, not knowing that she was too young to have any kind of a climax, let herself be titillated to no purpose, allowing him to gradually slow down his so-restful and exciting and pleasurable fondling; as his wrist became weary, regretting only the slight ache just inside and at the back of her… cunt – and relishing the prickling of her golden down.
"There, Sis, was that good?" he asked presently, halting, all tones of punishment gone from his voice.
"Mmmm, that was so nice," she whispered, holding him close, all pretense of being punished lost from her mind.
He bent his head closer to her, blowing in her ear, whispering likewise because of the intimacy of the moment, not from any fear. "Hey, Sis, you know how good that feels… why don't you do the same for me?" he asked.