David was cool enough. On the west side of the town I grew up in there was a cluster of deserted baseball fields with dugouts. It’s strange, actually. Maybe six or seven of them, in the middle of nowhere. It was a great place to go and play when you were younger, or when you got older go and do things you shouldn’t be doing.
At this stage in my life I was doing things with Gary, however still quite unexperienced. I had never kissed a girl, nor seen one naked (up close anyway). One hot afternoon while sitting in one of the dugouts, talking about whatever, and the subject of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” came up. Crisp memories are hard to complete recall, but I do remember telling David that I was starting to grow hair on that and mine already seemed to amaze him a little. Sitting on the bench next to each other we dropped our shorts and sat.
His cock was considerably larger than mine, I remember looking at it and thinking about that boy’s cock all those years ago that I had stroked. He mentioned a couple times to me about the hair (let’s face it, fuzz) on mine. We sat and simply looked at each other’s. I made comments about the size of his and such. David asked if I played with mine and I stated that I did, he asked if “stuff” comes out of it. I said no and he asked if I knew that “stuff” comes out of it when you get older. I’ve always been reluctant to talk about anything from my past, and didn’t feel like explaining how I knew that indeed does happen, so I simply said no. David asked if I wanted to see, and I said “sure.”
It didn’t take long for David to be hard and he stood, shorts around his ankles, and started to fist his cock up and down. I remember that it was actually large enough that he could wrap his hand around it (which I could not do with my own at that time). :45 or so seconds later, David grunted a little and said “watch, watch” and one little spurt of cum came out of his cock, and then a couple little spurts dribbled out of the end.
I was sitting, watching, still with my shorts around my ankles and hard. David said to try it and see if anything comes out. I had played with myself about 10 minutes before meeting up with him, I was very well aware that my “funny feeling” did not come complete with white goo, but I wanted to play with it. After watching him I was horny. Take my penis in my fingers I pumped up and down until I came and, as expected, nothing came out.
David and I continued to hang out when we could that summer. He and his older sister lived with their father and their father was an odd sort. Sometimes David could play, sometimes he could play in his own yard, and sometimes I wouldn’t see him for weeks on end. Every now and again we’d be playing and the subject of that “funny stuff” would come up. We would pull our shorts down, play with ourselves, and that would be that. Over the course of that summer I never came close to actually ejaculating and he never got beyond a little spurt.
Things became interesting one night towards the end of summer, however. I was invited to sleep over at David’s. We pitched a tent (no pun intended) in his backyard so that we wouldn’t have to deal too much with his ultra weird father. His father worked early hours and was in bed early. We ate dinner; he made us promise to turn in by 7 that night (sure we will!) and he was off to bed.
There wasn’t a ton to do. David was scared enough of getting grounded that we didn’t leave the tent, but we certainly didn’t want to sleep. We talked, doing whatever boys of our age talked about. Of course the talk turned to our penis, and what does or does not come out of it, and soon after we had our pants around our ankles and were stroking ourselves. Suddenly we heard a whispered “David!” It was a female voice. The tent unzipped and David’s sister Mary got in the tent with us. It was dark out, maybe 10pm. We had a lantern that lit up the tent, so seeing everyone wasn’t a problem. I’m quite sure that it wasn’t a problem for Mary to notice both her brother and I were standing tall under those shorts.
Mary was bored and wanted to hang out with us a little. She was actually a nice girl and, going along with the weirdness of that family, she and David actually got along. If I was 12, and David was 13 or 14, Mary must have been 16 or 17. I think it was the summer before her senior year in high school. Mary wasn’t unattractive and she had several boyfriends. I remember her short, curly hair was very dark brown. She wore glasses, and I think she was self-conscience of that. I also remember the local boys teasing David’s because of his sister’s “bombs.” She had a large chest for her age.
She came into the tent and started to ask what we were doing, why did we shuffle around so quickly, really prodding us. Our answers, of course, were along the lines of “nothing, we weren’t doing anything.” Finally, after quite a while of grilling, David told her “we were just comparing, it’s not a big deal.” I’m pretty sure she knew anyway, but she really liked hearing David admit it. Before I knew it, we were telling her about everything. Comparing, David showing me what happens when you get older, the fact that I already had hair on mine.
Mary was very intrigued with seeing my penis. I was horrified. It was one thing showing a boy my age, or even a girl my age (which is another story altogether)…but an older girl? No way. Have I ever seen a girl, she asked? Not really was my answer. She would show me if I would show her. I was unsure, but I wanted to see her naked. We decided to do a “you go, we go” thing. David agreed that whatever I had to do, he had to do as well. Mary’s first request was for David and I to kneel in front of her and pull down our shorts so she could see “us.” We did.
I wanted to see Mary’s breasts. I was still at the age that I didn’t know what to think about the sight of a girl’s pussy. Sometimes I liked it, sometimes I didn’t. But I always liked breasts. Mary unclasped her bra, leaving on her shirt, and took it off. She then knelt in front of David and I and pulled up her shirt, showing us her tits. I can’t remember what they looked like, but I remember being transfixed by them.
Mary pulled her shirt back down and told us to show us our cocks again, but to take off our clothes this time. We did, kneeling in front of her. We told her to do the same. I was amazed with the amount of hair around her pussy. Of course what I got was a front view. I was so excited that I think I was going to explode. There was no way that either David or I would be going soft.
She wanted to watch us stroke ourselves. I was a little embarrassed with this one, but David was into it – quickly pulling down his shorts and stroking himself. So I did the same thing. I think Mary knew if we came that our little game would end, she told us to not get that funny feeling. Mary told us that girls did that too, would we like to see? Of course we did!
She peeled her shirt off and then shimmied out of her shorts. We both got as close as we could between her legs and she spread herself open. We told her to put in a finger, and she did. I was amazed at what I was seeing. She rubbed the top of it and I came to know (later) that she was rubbing her clit. She dared me to put a finger in and I was way too uptight. David wasn’t and he slid a finger into his sister.
We thought we heard a noise from the house, so we all hurriedly put our clothes back on. Turned out to be nothing, so we all stripped down again. Mary, showing us how girls play with themselves, her brother putting a finger inside her, us stroking ourselves. I continued to be amazed when she would spread herself wide open. I also remember, clear as day, the feeling of want to be inside her.
Mary must have been thinking the same thing because she asked me if I wanted to put my “thing” in her. I was really scared. I actually climbed between her legs and remember feeling her hands on my hips. I would get really close and chicken out and stop. Finally I stopped and just knelt in front of her. David said, “I will” and climbed on top of his sister. Mary arched her back and I could see David’s cock slid inside his sister and he started pumping really fast. He stopped, out of breath. I think Mary might have started feeling weird at that point, grasping that she just let her brother fuck her.
She told us that she wanted to watch us “do it” now. So we stroked ourselves while she watched. That was that once it was done. We all got dressed.
I don’t remember seeing Mary very often after that day. I do remember that David told me that he and Mary “did some stuff” off and on after that. So…maybe she wasn’t that weirded out after all.
I’ve always wondered about brothers and sisters and how often that happened. I’m sure it’s more than people think.