"I looked at her crack first. She didn't have any hair on it yet. I could see the crack, too, all the way down into her legs, because her thighs are skinny and there's a gap between."
"Then I looked up at her tits. She doesn't have much – they're just starting. They're really only like small dumplings sitting on her chest, with little pink wrinkled centers."
"She said, 'Mom said I have to wear a bra pretty soon.'"
"I said I guessed Mom was right. Then Ruthie said, 'Let me see you now.'"
"I said, 'I don't think so.' She said why not, and I said, 'Because you're too young. You're only ten.'"
"She said, 'I've got tits! That proves I'm old enough.' She got down on her knees by the tub. 'Come on, Perry. Let me see it good once.'"
"So I said okay and took away the washcloth and uncrossed my legs and let her see it. I was soft by that time so I didn't care so much."
"She sort of looked real hard at it. She said, 'Get it up out of the water so I can see it all. I want to see your bag, too.'"
"Her robe was hanging open and was pouching open more and I could see her little breasts up close. I could have touched them then, but I didn't have any yen to. Later on I did, plenty. I mean, after she kept after me for a couple weeks, going farther and farther. Then things got sexy with her."
"But that first time, when I was in the tub, I didn't have any sexy feelings about her. I lifted my hips up so she could see my peter and my nuts good. She looked and looked and said, 'Make it get big.'"
"I said no. She asked why not. I said because she was too young and we shouldn't because it wasn't right for her and me to do things and see each other naked too much. But she wouldn't listen. She just said over and over she wanted to see it big and hard, and she reached down and grabbed it."
"It was a weird feeling when Ruthie touched my peter. It was like a small electric shock went through me. And it felt good, just that second. It was the first time a girl ever touched it. I could never get a girl on a date to feel it even if I was fingering her."
"I pushed Ruthie's hand away and said, 'Don't,' but she kept on trying to grab it with both hands. She was laughing and giggling and I was getting mad and swearing. And I could feel my peter getting bigger from all the flopping around and her getting her fingers on it every few seconds and everything. It started to really swell up and get stiff."
"Ruthie said, 'It's doing it!' And she stopped trying to get at it. She just looked."
"I guess I'm kind of proud of my peter, too. I let her see it. It was creeping up my belly, getting longer and longer and thicker and thicker and harder and harder. It actually gets to be seven and a half inches long, and it curves a little to my right, like a boomerang, and it tapers down to a kind of small head and it's real thick at the root."
"Ruthie said, 'Wow… is that the way they all get? That big?'"
"I bragged and said I probably had the biggest one in my gym class. I said most guys had peters only about two-thirds my size."
"She started to reach for it again, but just then we heard Mom's car come up the driveway and go into the garage. The driveway runs right past the bathroom."
"Ruthie jumped up and ran out. I had to get halfway out of the tub to reach out and shut the bathroom door again the way it should have been."
"But I guess Ruthie was fascinated by my big size or something. Whenever we were alone, she wanted to see it again, and she'd grab for it in my pants, and giggle, just to bug me, I think."
"One night around nine o'clock when I was in my room doing some homework reading in Social Sciences, I heard the floor creak in the hail and Ruthie came in. She said she was bored stupid with the old movie Mom and Dad were watching."
"I was lying on my bed with my head propped up with a couple pillows and I sort of sensed from the way she smiled and came across to the bed that she was going to start grabbing again."
"She did, too. She said, 'Let me see it again, Perry. I want to make it get big again."
"I asked why, and she said just because she liked to watch it grow. I told her mom or dad might come in, but she said we'd hear the boards creak first and the bathroom was at the other end of the hall where they'd be likely to go. She said I'd have plenty of time to zip up."
"She was right, but it wasn't right to let my sister play with my peter, even if she wanted to."
"But I liked the way it felt when she touched it. I started to get stiff just thinking about her grabbing it. I couldn't figure out why she was so queer for feeling up my peter."
"Anyway, I unzipped my jeans and she got her hand in before I could and started grabbing and pulling and working it out of my underpants."
"It got stiffer and stiffer while she was hauling it out."
"Finally she had it out and it was almost a hundred percent hard right then. She squeezed it and asked if it hurt and could I pee if it was hard like that, and what made it get so big. Dumb questions mostly. All this time she was playing with it, and starting to move the skin up and down. Then she said she wished she was a boy so she could grow one, too."
"She said she would give me her breasts and crack if she could have my peter. She said she thought her peter was cut off by the doctors when she was born so Mom and Dad could have a little girl. She said Dad told her they made a deal with the doctor to have a baby girl."
"I told her that was just a joke and doctors can't change a baby's sex just by cutting off anything. I said it was glands and genes and everything too complicated."
"She just kept on watching my peter and playing with it. She was really getting me excited. It felt good. I didn't want her to stop, but I was scared somebody would come down the hall and catch us."
"Then Ruthie asked me if I jerked off like she heard boys do a lot."
"I said, 'Once in a while.' I was ashamed to admit I did it practically every night, sometimes during the day, too."
"She asked, 'Do you squirt stuff?'"
"I nodded, and she said real quick, 'Do it now. I want to see it.'"
"Something made me say she could make it squirt if she jerked me off, and she said, 'How do I do it?'"
"I said, 'Just jerk the skin up and down like you've been doing, only faster.'"
"She started doing it real fast. I had to make her slow down. I showed her how to hold my peter and told her not to squeeze too hard. She was eager to do it right so she could make me squirt."
"After a minute of my showing her how and telling her, she got the right hold on it and the right speed and, God, I started to get super-stiff and tingly right away. Getting jerked off by somebody else, especially a girl, is the best way to get jerked off there is."
"Ruthie jerked my peter just right and after a half minute she asked how long it took, and I said, I'm almost there now.' And I was. I made her stop and dig my hanky out of my pants pocket. I spread it on my shirt front. Then she started again and said, 'Tell me when it's going to come out.'"
"She pumped me faster and watched and watched and I got that tight powerful good sensation that got stronger and stronger until I was all stiff and holding my breath and my peter was like a rock in her jerking hand. It was a terrific feeling. Stronger than I ever got from doing it myself."
"I told her, 'Here it comes,' and the stuff shot out like a bullet and hit the wall above the end of the bed over my head. Then another load of it almost hit me in the face. It landed on the pillow."
"Ruthie stopped jerking me and I was cheated of a lot of sensation. But she was surprised. Her eyes were real big. She said, 'Gee… wow… it really shoots, doesn't it?' She watched the stuff pump out and run down onto her fingers. 'Is there more?' She giggled. 'It missed your hanky. How come?'"
"I said, 'I don't know. I never shot that far before.'"
"She said, 'I bet it's because I was jerking it off.' She took her hand from my peter and looked real close at the stuff on her fingers. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose. She watched me wipe the pillow and wall. I handed the hanky to her and she wiped her hand."