A Boyfriend for Cindy – Part 3

A Boyfriend for Cindy
Copyright 2020 by Caliboy1991. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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Part 3

Cole sat up in his bed, mist clinging to the ground. White vapor eddied along the floor, and creeped up the walls. The air felt more than just humid. It felt wet. He was afraid to put his feet on the ground, lest the misty tendrils grab on and pull him under.

Muffled, as though from far away, he heard a scream. Even though it grated painfully and ethereally on his ear drums, he knew as soon as the scream stopped that it was Cindy and she was in trouble. He tossed his bed sheets aside and saw that he’d been sleeping in the nude. His penis, all three inches of it, pointed into the air, as though leading the way. A pair of underwear had to be nearby.

With trepidation, he swung his feet onto the floor where the mist felt even wetter. He crossed the room and pulled at the top drawer on the chest of drawers, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. He put a bare foot on the dresser and used the leverage to yank even harder. But the drawer still wouldn’t budge. Then he heard the sharp scream again. It sounded closer. Glancing down at himself, the boy swore and turned to grab the bed spread to cover his nakedness, but the bed was gone now, replaced by a roiling white mist.

Cole was freaking out. The drawer was stuck, his bed was gone and his sister screamed again. Trembling, Cole gripped the bedroom door, afraid it wouldn’t budge either, but he turned the knob and the door silently opened. As he stepped into the hallway, his feet plunged into warm water and he found himself standing knee-deep in water as his sister cried out from her room. Cole splashed across the water and twisted the knob to his sister’s door. Like his own, it silently swung open. Cindy’s bed was gone and in its place was a giant wooden stake. Her hands were pulled behind it as she sobbed uncontrollably.

As soon as Cole stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind him and he now stood on dry ground, as mist started rising from the carpet.

“Cole, please help me!”

Cole stepped forward, but it felt like he was walking knee-deep through molasses. He focused on his sister. Tears ran down her face, splashing onto her small breasts. Like a laser focus, Cole’s eyes were drawn to her left tit, where a tear drop hung from her hard nipple. Cole wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but his sister’s breasts were smaller than he’d expected. He wondered if small breasts and penises ran in the family. Where her legs met, she had a small patch of dark blond hair and for a moment, Cole wondered if that’s what his own pubic hair would look like when his body finally stopped betraying him and caught up with the other boys at school.

With every step he took, it became more difficult to move until his outstretched was only a few inches away from reaching Cindy. Then the mist turned to water and it rose until he found himself submerged.

Cole woke with a startled cry as the images of water receded from his mind. He felt wet as he sat up. Pulling back the covers, his white briefs were wet in his front and he climbed out of bed as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. It had been years since he had wet himself and now, a damned dream had made him wet himself. He felt so humiliated and didn’t know what to do.

An urgent knock at his door startled him as a familiar voice called out, “Are you okay? I heard you shout.”

Tears spilled down Cole’s face as humiliation washed over him. “Yeah, no. Shit, I don’t know.”

The door opened and Cindy slipped in. “What’s wrong?”

Waving a hand at the bed, Cole whimpered, “I think I wet my bed.”

His sister moved by him as Cole crossed his legs and covered his wet underwear. She pulled back the sheets and ran a hand over the mattress. “It’s dry. Are you sure?”

Cole felt the wetness in his underwear and he didn’t understand why the bed wasn’t wet when he felt so damp. “I don’t know. I thought I did.”
Cindy sat on the edge of the bed, “Let me see.”

Waves of humiliation washed over him as Cole moved his hands away from in front of his wet crotch.

Cindy reached out and took the boy’s hand and had him stand in front of her. After a moment her face turned bright red, “Oh.”

Seeing her expression through his tears, Cole said, “What? How bad is it?”

Still beat red, Cindy’s voice fell to a whisper even though they were alone in the house. Their mom had left a few hours before with Dave. Her voice quivered, “Can I see? I think I know what happened.”

Looking as his sister’s scarlet cheeks through blurred eyes, Cole managed to nod.

Cindy reached out her hand to the waistband of his briefs and using her thumb and forefinger pulled the elastic away from Cole’s belly. Cole could feel her hand trembling as she pulled the elastic down, until his penis popped free. As if it could be any worse, he was painfully erect in front of his sister. He wanted to die at that moment. How could she bear to look at him without laughing at him?

With his briefs pulled below his thighs, Cole watched Cindy run a finger inside them. “Hmm, that’s what it feels like,” she mumbled, as though talking to herself. Then she leaned in, until his penis was only a few inches from her face.

“Cubby, you came.” She said it matter-of-factly, but in a voice she might have reserved for talking in church.

Cole wiped away a tear, “No I didn’t. You came in here.”

A giggle escaped the girl’s lips, “No, I mean, you had a wet dream. An orgasm.”

Understanding dawned on the twelve-year-old boy. The other boys in gym class had talked about cumming and orgasms, but being less developed, Cole hadn’t really connected the dots until that moment.

Involuntarily, his hands tried to cover up his stiffy, as his mortification turned from being a bed-wetter to the terror of his sister seeing him sexually aroused.
Still giggling, Cindy patted him on the belly, “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed. I’m pretty sure it’s normal.”

As Cindy pulled one of his hands away, she said, “Come on to the bathroom. We’ll get you cleaned up and back to bed. There’s still a few hours until my alarm goes off. And I still want some beauty sleep.”

In the bathroom Cindy wet a washrag and knelt back in front of Cole, who took the wet towel and wiped at his rigid shaft, removing a clear slimy liquid.
As Cole wiped, his sister stared, “That’s pretty cool. I didn’t realize you’d be able to cum until after your balls drop. But Cubby, you’ve proved me wrong. Wow.”
When he’d finished washing down below, Cole covered himself with a hand towel, “This happens a lot?” His voice carried a scared tremor.

Shrugging, Cindy said, “We learned about it in Health class last year. When puberty hits, your ball sack starts to hang down and your balls get bigger. Ms. Matthews said that’s when boys start to produce sperm and get hair down there.”

Back in his room, his sister dug out a pair of briefs from the chest-of-drawers and handed them over. Cole traded the hand towel for the briefs and hurried to cover his erection.

Once he was back in bed, Cole felt tears welling up again, “I’m so embarrassed, Sis. Please don’t tell Mom about this. I don’t want her trying to give me ‘the talk.’ That would be even worse.”

Cindy pulled the bedspread over Cole’s bare chest. “Your secret is safe. I don’t tell anyone.”

Cole rolled over to face the wall, as new tears splashed onto pillow, “If you could forget it, too, that would be good.”

Cindy leaned over Cole’s face and kissed him on the cheek, “Really, it’s not a big deal, bro. What happened is pretty normal. But for you, anything.”

***

Cindy’s eyes fluttered open when she heard a cry coming from Cole’s room. Maybe he was having a nightmare. After a long moment of quiet, she closed her eyes only to have the silence broken by another cry.

She threw back her covers and headed toward the door. Her hand was on the door knob when she looked down at herself. She wore her panties and a halter top, her normal sleeping clothes. She thought about getting a pair of shorts, but another cry sent her hurrying to her brother’s room.

Cindy knocked on Cole’s door, “Are you okay? I heard you shout.”

Cole’s voice warbled, “Yeah, uh, no. Oh, shit. I don’t know.”

Turning the door, Cindy slipped into the room, “What’s wrong, bro?”

Cole stood in the middle of the floor in his white briefs, facing away from her. He pointed to his bed and whimpered, “I think I wet the bed.”
Her brother hadn’t wet his bed since once in the sixth grade. Cindy brushed by him to check the sheets and mattress. Everything was dry.
When she turned back to Cole, he’d crossed his feet and his hands covered the front of his underwear. His face was beat-red and tears streaked down his cheeks.

Cole moved one hand away and wiped at a tear, “My underwear’s wet. I must have peed.”

Everything on the bed was dry. Maybe his pee hadn’t leaked through his underwear, Cindy thought as she sat on the side of the bed.

“Cole, let me see, okay?”

Cole trembled as he let his hands fall away from in front of his crotch.

There was a wet spot in the middle of his underwear. Peeing would have made things wetter. Acutely aware of her brother’s humiliation, Cindy reached out and took Cole’s hand and drew him to her where she leaned in and looked the wetness. It wasn’t pee. “Oh!”

Through tears, Cole asked, “What? How bad is it, Sis?”

Cindy’s face turned red. Had Jason not dumped her, she had planned on making out with him and maybe going all the way. If that had happened, then Jason would have been the first boy she would have seen naked, not counting Cole when he was a little boy. But she’d taken health class and knew that teenage boys produced semen and sperm. She was pretty sure Cole had just done so.

Her voice quivered, “Let me see, Cole. I think I know what happened.”

Showing every bit of love and concern that she had for her brother she looked up at Cole until he blinked back tears and nodded.
Cindy had spent the last couple of months fantasizing about the size of Jason’s dick. Other girls in school swore that most boys their age were maybe six inches long and a lot of them were probably even shorter than that. Instead of Jason, who Cindy now thoroughly hated, the first penis she was going to see was Cole’s. As she reached out to take hold of his waistband, the butterflies from last Saturday returned.

She smiled up at Cole before she hooked her thump and forefinger and pulled the elastic waistband toward her and down. She nearly lost her grip when Cole’s penis popped free and pointed toward the ceiling.

Cindy stared at the hard, smooth rod waiving around less than a foot from her face. She hadn’t expected that. Feeling Cole trembling, Cindy sent him another reassuring smile. With the briefs around Cole’s knees, the girl ran her finger along the inside, where she felt something slimy and cool. “Hmm, that’s what it feels like.”

Instead of Jason’s six inches of man-meat, the first penis she’d seen had been Cole’s. The first erection, too. And as she rubbed the congealing liquid between her fingers, her first semen was also Cole’s. When she looked into his eyes, though, she saw how humiliated and embarrassed he looked and it broke her heart to see his face streaked with tears.

She wiped the bit of slime on his briefs and offered a bit of smile as she said, “Cubby, you came.”

Confusion reigned in the boy’s expression. “No, I didn’t. You came in here.”

The idea of Cindy cumming in Cole’s room brought a giggle from the girl. “No, Cole. I mean you had a wet dream. An orgasm.”

Watching the light behind her brother’s eyes light up felt good. He deserved to feel good about this, and not horrified.

Cole’s hands flew back to block Cindy’s view of his stiffy, which was less than a foot away from Cindy’s face.

While the teenager knew her brother had to be mortified, she couldn’t stop herself from giggling. She patted him on his belly, “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Cubby. I’m pretty sure what happened to you is perfectly normal.”

Cindy didn’t know what to do about the horrified expression on Cole’s face. But she knew he needed to be cleaned up so she pulled one of his hands away from his penis and said, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

As she watched her brother clean himself, Cindy said, “That’s pretty cool. I didn’t realize you’d be able to cum until after your balls drop. But Cubby, you’ve proved me wrong. Wow.”

His eyes now dry, Cole held a hand towel over his penis, “Does this happen a lot, Sis?”

Cindy felt sorry for him. His voice still carried the humiliation.

“I don’t know. We learned about this in health class. When puberty hits, normally a boy’s ball sack falls away from his body, his balls get bigger and his penis gets larger. That’s usually when boys start making sperm and getting hair down there.”

Back in Cole’s room, Cindy fished a pair of briefs from the boy’s chest-of drawers and handed them to him. Cole scampered back into his briefs, covering his stiffy as fast as he could.

Cindy got her brother back into bed and saw that tears were welling up in his eyes again.

“Shit, Sis. I’m so embarrassed. Please don’t tell Mom about this. I don’t want her trying to give me ‘the talk.’ That would be horrible.”
Cindy covered Cole’s bare chest with the covers. “Your secret is safe with me.”

She could tell that he was tired and no less embarrassed than before. Still she added, “If you want to have “the talk,” I’m always here for you.”

***

Cole leaned his head against the plush armrest on the end of the couch farthest away from the TV. He hugged a pillow as he watched Scooby and Shaggy. The door to the garage opened and something landed on the kitchen table with a loud thud, presumably his sister’s backpack.

“TGIF, Cole.” A voice called out from the other room. A moment later Cindy danced into the living room, the can of Dr Pepper in her hand held like her dancing partner. “I’ve been looking forward to this evening all week.”

Gripping the pillow tighter, Cole looked at the smile on his sister’s face, but didn’t say a word.

He felt his sister’s eyes on him as he returned his attention to Mystery Inc.

“Cole, do you still want to go out?” Cole heard a hint of something in his sister’s voice, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Still, he clicked off the TV and pulled his legs up to his chest, freeing up a spot on the couch.

“After last night? I made a fool of myself.” Cole’s voice trembled as he thought about how embarrassed he’d felt over the previous night’s accident.

Cindy sat down and pulled the pillow away from Cole’s midsection, “No you didn’t.”

Cole hated himself as he felt his eyes burn as they filled with tears. “But you saw me naked, with a stiffy. God, I can’t believe it.”

Cindy jumped to her feet and came over where she could look down at Cole. She placed her hands on his knees. “So what? I used to see you naked when you’d run around the house when you were younger. Naked boy alert and all that.”

Sniffling, Cole said, “That was different. When I was a kid, I didn’t have to worry about stiffies or having stuff leaking out.”

Cindy’s face colored a bit as Cole waited. “Okay, that might be true, but this is better.”

Cole shook his head, wiping a way a tear, “Better? How do you figure that?”

Cindy leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Cole’s bent knees. “You’re becoming a man. Before, when you ran around, you were just a little boy being silly. Naked boy alert, remember. But now, you’re not a little boy anymore. Not saying you should, but if you went running around naked now, I’d have to say, ‘Naked man alert.’”

Cole wiped at his nose, a tentative smile playing across his face, “Thanks, Sis. You know how to make me feel a little better.”

Cindy climbed to her feet, “I’m glad to hear that. Now, this evening is my treat. My turn to take you out. So, get up and get dressed. We’re going to FunPlex, then we’ll come back here and watch one of your movies.”

***

Three hours and forty dollars in tokens later, Cole shouted a war cry as he pulled on the steering wheel of the go-cart as he careened around the corner. He chanced a quick look behind. His sister was just now entering the curve. And a moment later he flashed across the finish line with a loud whoop. A few seconds later, Cindy’s go-cart rolled to a stop next to his. Once all the cars had come to a stop, a light flashed overhead and a tinny voice sounded over the speakers,
“Exit to your right and enjoy the rest of your stay at FunPlex.”

The two siblings raced down the exit ramp until they hit the concrete ribbon that encircled the mini-race track.

“You want to do that again?” Cole said through heavy breaths.

Shaking her head, Cindy pulled a ten-dollar bill from the pocket of her daisy duke shorts. “We’ve got enough for pizza, you hungry yet?”
Thoughts of earlier in the day had been forgotten. Cole lifted the hem of his tank top and patted his flat stomach. “I could eat a horse.”
As they sat in the complex’s dining area with a pepperoni pizza between them, Cole swallowed a bite and asked, “When you go away to college, can you take me with you?”

Cindy swallowed hard and coughed, “What brought that on?”

“Well, Mom doesn’t seem like she’s going to dump Dave and he doesn’t seem like he’s going to warm to us, so when you graduate next year, I don’t want to be
home alone.” Cole’s expression was grave even as he took another bite and chewed.

Cindy took a long sip from her drink. “I’ve still got a year and a half before I get to walk across the stage. A lot can happen between now and then.”
Leaning in toward his sister, Cole said, “I know. But you’re the only person I trust and I don’t want to lose you.”

Cindy reached out and squeezed his hand for a quick moment, “You won’t. If I get to go to college, it’ll probably be the community college. I imagine I’ll still be living at home,” she paused, “with you.”

That led into a shared bitch-fest about how much the two youths despised Dave, even though they were happy to take his money each week.
Later, on the car drive home, Cindy reached across the gear shift and slid her hand into Cole’s. “I’m glad we came out today. I had a really fun time with you feeding quarters into the electronic monsters.”

Cole squeezed her hand in return, “I was being stupid earlier. I’m glad you talked me into getting out with you. I almost let things ruin our second date.”
“Two for two, Cubby. Who’d have thought that after a couple of frogs, my prince charming lives on the other side of the hall from me.”

Cole glanced over and saw the playful smile on his sister’s face. “You’re ten times better than any Cinderella, Sis.” With that, he pulled her hand to his face and kissed the backside. “I love you.”

Cindy drew her hand away from his lips and ran her fingers through the boy’s hair before saying, “I love you, too. At least now I know there’s at least one man who isn’t an asshole.”

Cole giggled, “Hardly a man, Sis. So, does that mean we get to go on a third date?”

Cole felt his sister’s hand cup his chin before running down to his neck, “A third date? That sounds fun. What’re you thinking?”

Cole closed his eyes as his sister continued caressing his neck. “I dunno. Maybe bowling.”

When they got home, Cole hurried around and opened Cindy’s door. As she stepped out, “There’s nobody better than my Prince Charming. A girl could get spoiled.”

After closing the car door, Cole slipped his hand into his sister’s and crossed over to the door to the kitchen, “You’ll only get the best from me, my ten-times Cinderella girl.”

Cindy wrapped her arms around Cole’s neck, “You’re the best, Cubby,”

The way she used his old nickname sent shivers through Cole and made the fluttering in his stomach impossible to ignore. It was different than before, like the way two people who are so familiar and in love with each other might talk.

Her lips touched Cole’s and he puckered his lips and pressed forward. Even as he felt something below his belly, he hoped the kiss wouldn’t end yet. Then he felt something wet press against his lips and realized his sister’s tongue was pressing, trying to penetrate the space between his lips. When he opened his mouth her tongue darted inside. It felt like an electrical spark going off inside his head and in his groin.

This time Cole broke the kiss as he sucked in a breath of air, “Wow.”

Cindy continued holding him close, “After two wonderful dates and the promise of more, I wanted to give you the best kiss of your life.” She giggled as she nuzzled her mouth near his ear, “Instead, you gave me it to me.”

Once they got into the living room, Cindy grabbed a VHS cassette from atop the TV. “I thought you might enjoy it.”

Cole looked at the label on the cassette, “Highlander! That’s badass. How’d you rent it? They won’t rent me any rated R movies.”
Cindy winked, “One of the guys behind the counter hits on all the girls. He’ll rent me anything I want.”

Cole settled into his spot on the couch and stuck his tongue out, “No fair.”

Cindy settled next to him. Unlike the previous week, instead of a frilly dress and nice slacks, both wore shorts and tank-tops, a perk of living near Houston where even in November you can still get by with shorts and t-shirts.

After the best kiss of his young life, the skin on skin contact of their knees and thighs was impossible to ignore, no matter how much Connor MacLeod might beckon from the TV. Needing someplace to put his arm, Cole slid it around his sister’s shoulder. In response, she snuggled her head against his shoulder.

“Mmm, I like the way you hold me. It feels good.”

The fluttering in his stomach rose into his heart as Cole enjoyed the moment. He leaned in and kissed his sister’s forehead and let his lips remain there for a while. He was certain that he was about as close to heaven as he could get.

All too soon, the credits rolled and Cindy stretched and rose, “Gotta go to the bathroom. Do we have time for another movie?”
It was only 9:30 according to the clock on the VCR. Cole only had a few yards to mow the next day and he couldn’t imagine anything better than cuddling with his sister through another movie. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“I got another movie from Blockbuster, more of a girl’s movie. Have you seen Just One of the Guys?”

Cole shook his head as he ejected the first movie.

Cindy said, “Would you mind setting it up? If I don’t go now, I’m going to pee where I stand.”

As though talking about it would make it happen, Cole felt the familiar pressure on his bladder and after swapping movies in the VHS player, took up his place beside the bathroom door and waited for his sister to finish.

A few minutes later he heard the flush of the toilet followed by running water in the sink. Then the door cracked open, Cindy’s head poked around the corner, “I thought I heard you out here.”

Cole crossed his legs, “I gotta go. What’s taking so long?”

Blushing furiously, Cindy said, “I was trying to decide how comfortable to get. The daisy dukes were getting tight.”

With that, she let the door open and Cole saw that she was only wearing her underwear. Her daisy duke shorts and tank-top were on the floor.
“Holy…” Cole managed to stammer. Apart from rare times where he’d seen her wrapped in a towel, he’d never seen her in just her underwear, not in a very long time.

If it was possible for Cindy to turn any redder, she did. In words nearly too fast to catch them all, she gushed, “Sorry, Cubby. I was trying to decide if I should go back to my bedroom and find something comfortable, but then I thought about how comfortable my bra and panties are and well, then I realized you were waiting on the bathroom.”

Stepping over his sister’s clothes, Cole raised the toilet seat and unfastened and unzipped his shorts. His sister was standing by the door and when he turned back to face her, saw that she wore an uncertain look.

“I’m sorry, Cubby. I shouldn’t have done this. I just thought it would be fun to watch a movie in our underwear.” She looked down as though trying to find something that was missing. Cole couldn’t imagine what it was. He was struck by how pretty Cindy appeared. Her white cotton panties were hung low on her hips and her bra road high on her small chest. For a moment, Cole was taken back to the previous night’s dream, when he’d seen his sister naked and tied to a stake. He had no idea how his imagination had it right, but her breasts barely filled out the bra’s small cups.

She leaned down to pick up her clothes at which point the dream sequence fled into the recesses of Cole’s mind. “No, it’s alright, you’re beautiful.” he managed to say before her fingers could grip her clothes.

Cole added, “It sounds fun.” But what he was thinking, was how he would keep from getting a stiffy. Even after all of the encouragement she’d given him, the idea of his sister seeing his small stiffy was mortifying.

A look of relief washed over Cindy, “Thank you, thank you,” she repeated as she stepped over her clothes and gave the boy a hug.
As his sister broke the embrace, Cole was acutely aware of her boobs against his chest even though they were small and hidden behind the bra’s padded fabric.
He felt his own erection stretching at his underwear, the white of which were showing, where he’d unfastened the front of his shorts. Still, despite his own dread, he found himself pleased at his sister’s relief.

For a moment, Cole wondered if his mortification was as stupid as when he’d ran around the house waiting for Cindy to scream and run away crying Naked boy alert. It wasn’t just that she had said all of the right things, trying to help him feel better about the accident, but everything that happened after Jason. Since their first date the previous week, she’d been the best sister he could have ever wanted. He wasn’t sure he wanted a repeat of the previous night, but if they were going to watch a movie in their underwear, he needed to trust her. He simply had to.

He lifted his arms up, “Do you want to help me with my shirt?”

It was silly, maybe even as silly as the naked boy alert thing, but Cindy didn’t react by shouting naked boy alert. Instead she crossed over and took the hem of his shirt, lifting it until it slipped over his head. She dropped it on top of her clothes and offered another tentative smile.

Cole wasn’t sure what to do next. But Cindy put her hands on his chest where he was sure she could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. She slid them down to his taut belly and then gripped the top of the open zipper and spread the opening wide so that she could slip the shorts down to the floor.
Like a deer in the headlights, Cole stood stock still as Cindy added his shorts to the pile. She turned around and stepped up close. Her toes touching his. She leaned forward until their lips touched. It was a short kiss but as she pulled away, she whispered, “You’re beautiful, too.”

As his sister stepped back, two things became clear. First, he had to pee worse now than before. And the second was his penis had never been harder.
“I’ve gotta pee.”

Cindy was nearly to the door when Cole realized that there was only one person in the world who didn’t care if he was too small or still a little boy, even if she called him a man. Cindy’s love was something special and when the realization hit, he knew the moment was special and he wouldn’t let his fear get in the way.

“I don’t mind if you stay.”

Cindy stopped and turned around. She must have known how hard it had been for him to say those words. She looked proud as he turned back around and pulled the front of his briefs down. It took almost a minute before urine finally streamed out of his aching penis, still as hard as ever. Finished, he pulled his briefs up.

Cole followed his sister back into the living room where she returned to her spot on the couch. The boy felt exposed, standing in just his underwear, aware that
Cindy would have to be blind to not see his small erection tenting his underwear.

He settled in next to her, their skin touching from the knees all the way to just below their hips. The fluttering in Cole’s stomach had been replaced by a tingling down below. He dared not adjust his penis because the last thing he wanted to do was to draw Cindy’s attention to his throbbing member.
The movie started and like before, Cindy leaned her head against his shoulder. This time there was no tank-top to hide the white cotton bra or the fact that his sister’s boobs didn’t really fill up the bra’s cups. As he looked down at Cindy’s bra, there was a gap between her smooth skin and the cotton material. He felt his pulse quicken as he saw the teenager’s nipple for the first time. He didn’t know much about girls, boobs or nipples, but the nipple looked hard and pointy. Cole smiled at the TV. Cindy’s nipple reminded him of his own pent up penis, small and hard. He was surprised that Cindy hadn’t said anything about his erection, because it continued to poke at his cotton briefs. And if Colton couldn’t help but notice the tent in his underwear, he couldn’t imagine Cindy not seeing it.

Cindy glanced up at him and flashed a smile, “Thanks for letting me get another girl’s movie in, Cubby.”

“No problem, Sis,” Cole said, trying to look her in the face while still looking down her bra.

“I love how it feels laying next to you. Your body’s so smooth and soft.”

Cole giggled. He’d never thought of his body being particularly either of those things.

Leaning up from where she lay, Cindy gave Cole a quick kiss, “I mean that in a good way. You’re perfect.”

As his sister turned her attention back to the movie, the boy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his hand draping down, fingers resting on the strap of
Cindy’s bra, only a finger’s width away from her A cup. He couldn’t help himself and his fingers played with the strap.

A few minutes passed before Cindy said, “Mom used to say that I was a late bloomer because I was always one of the smallest girls in my class.”
Cole had never felt more empathy for his sister than he did right then.

She continued, “I know how you felt when I saw you last night. You think you’re behind everyone else, but you’re not.”

She smiled up at him as his fingers continued playing with the strap. “When I was twelve Mom bought me a padded training bra. Said it would stop the other girls from teasing me. For the most part she was right, but I didn’t need the damned thing until half way through the eighth grade.”

She paused for moment. Cole’s fingers made their way under the strap where he ran his fingers along her skin. She purred, “Mmm, that feels nice.”
“I think I was the last girl to get my period. What girl gets her period in the tenth grade?” Cindy’s voice wasn’t frustrated, there was just a hint of wonderment in it.

Cole slid his finger down to where the strap and the cup met where he let his fingers play with the gap between the cub and his sister’s skin. There was another purr. “I love the way you touch me, Cubby.”

Hearing about how long it had taken his sister to fill out her bra and to start her period made Cole wonder about his own body. When he thought back to the previous night, the mortification was gone. Cindy knew what he’d gone through because she’d gone through something similar.

But he didn’t want to lag behind the other boys. He’d hoped the new changes would mean that he’d soon catch up. He didn’t want to be the only boy in gym with no pubes.

“Sis, can I ask you a personal question?”

Cindy turned her face toward him and smiled, “You’re playing with my titty and you want to know if you can ask me a personal question?”
There was no malice in her voice, only playful humor, as she reached up and ran her hand along Cole’s chest.

Stammering, Cole squeaked out, “When did you get hair, you know, down stairs?”

Cindy gently squeezed one of Cole’s nipples as she said, “I wish I could tell you that it happened right after my boobs started growing, but that wouldn’t be true. I was almost through my freshman year when I saw the first hair down there. Eight months later, Aunt Flow started coming for a visit and I still didn’t have much hair.”

Concern in his voice, Cole asked, “I wonder what that means for me. I don’t like being the runt in gym class.”

Cindy continued playing with the boy’s nipple as Cole finally slipped his finger under the gap between the bra and skin. He felt a swell in the skin and started caressing there. “Mmm, that’s even better, Cubby. Don’t compare yourself against the other boys. Mom says we come from a family of late bloomers, but we all eventually bloom.” She snickered as she added, “Just look at me.”

Cole stretched his fingers a bit more and was rewarded by bumping his index finger against a hard, hot nipple. “You didn’t answer, Sis. When do you think I’ll get bigger and get hair?”

“Mmm, just when I think you can’t get any better with your fingers you prove me wrong. Don’t stop, that feels good.”
Cindy stretched a bit, her body inched up a bit beside Cole. She continued, “Those are two different questions, Cubby. Your dick will grow a lot over the next few years. I don’t know if it will start sooner or later, but trust me, it’s going to get bigger. Hair happens when it happens. I may have been fourteen before I got my first hair down there, but you could have it happen anytime between now and fifteen or even as late as sixteen.”

Cole stopped messaging his sister’s nipple. “Sixteen? That’s a lifetime from now. What’ll they say at school?”

Cindy reached up and gentry took hold of the boy’s hand and pushed it down until his fingers reconnected with her erect nipple. “That’s better. I got Mom to get me out of gym class. If you want, we can see if she’ll do the same for you.”

Only slightly mollified, “You’re older than me, Sis,”

Cindy drew a large circle around Cole’s nibble with her fingernail, “You noticed?”
A giggle escaped from his sister’s lips as Cole squeezed on her nipple, “The picking and teasing, it gets better, doesn’t it?”

“Eventually. Now that I’m a junior, nobody really teases me about my body anymore. Well, except Pam Fucking Becksworth.” As Cindy talked, she traced from Cole’s nipple to his sternum and from there down to his bellybutton.

Despite the anxiety he felt, Cole couldn’t help giggling as Cindy swirled her finger around his navel. “Haha, that’s four years away. It’s bad enough the other boys tease me, but the girls pretend like I don’t exist. They’ve only got eyes for those boys who look older and bigger.”

Cindy slid her hand down until her fingers found the elastic on his waistband, “Mmm, I can’t believe I’m letting you play with my nipple.”
Cole drew his hand away, “I’ll stop. You’re my sister and I shouldn’t be doing it.”

With her free hand Cindy pulled her right cup down, freeing one of her small breasts and then grabbed Cole’s hand. “Don’t stop, Cubby. I love how you make me feel. Now, why the fuck do you care what some stupid junior high girls think of you?”

Touching her exposed breast sent electrical tingles up Cole’s arm and through his body and didn’t stop until the tingling reached his penis.

If rubbing his hand over Cindy’s exposed breast made him feel this way, Cole couldn’t help wondering how it made his sister feel. Still she deserved an answer.
“I don’t want to wait until I’m sixteen before girls realize I exist. At that rate I won’t get a date until I’ve got my driver’s license.”

Cindy’s left hand still rested on his lower stomach and the hem of his briefs. She slid her index finger under the elastic and moved it back and forth, just an inch or two away from his stiffy. “Bullshit,” she said, “You’ve gone on two dates in a week’s time with a girl who thinks you’re awesome.”

Cindy pulled herself upright, causing Cole’s hand to fall away from her exposed breast. Still, her hand rested on his lap as she said, “How many of your friends can say that they’ve copped a feel on a sixteen-year-old girl? Even if she doesn’t feel out an A cup or have a forest of pubic hair between her legs.”

Cole missed feeling the soft flesh of his sister’s breast even though she hadn’t tried to cover it up. “I thought you said gotten hair when you were fourteen.”
Cindy nodded, “I did. But even after two years it still never spread to my legs or got very thick.”

“Do you think it’ll be like that for me?” Cole mused as he leaned against his sister’s shoulder.

Cindy shifted, leaning in to her brother, making her covered boob press against Cole’s right side. “Are you asking me as your sister or your girlfriend?”
Hearing the words made the boy’s penis twitch. “Either.”

Encouraged by his change in status, he moved a hand over to his sister’s covered boob and fumbled with the cup, pulling it down and exposing both of her breasts.

Cindy tilted her head back, purring. “Mmm, I think you’re going to become a real expert with my tits, Cubby. As your sister, I’d tell you that I don’t think you’ll ever be a hairy dude. Mom’s not hairy. I’m sure as hell not. So, you probably shouldn’t expect lots of hair down stairs.”

Cole’s eyes fell at the words, but Cindy continued, “As your girlfriend, I thought you were so sexy last night. I love how smooth you felt. As the girl who wants to be with you, I hope the hair takes a while to make an appearance and when it does, I hope it’s sparse, like mine.”

Cole’s eyes darted to her white panties. She wore them low on her hips. He forgot her boobs as he ran his hand from her belly button down to the hem of her panties. The skin was silky smooth. Her thighs were just as smooth. “Wow, that feels nice, Sis.”

Cole traced his finger just below the hem of Cindy’s panties. “If my girlfriend likes me as I am, who am I to keep complaining? But,” his grew husky with emotions as he continued, “can I, uh, see your hair? Just so I know what to expect?”

Smiling, Cindy placed a hand lightly over his and pressed it on her over the middle of her panties, “I can’t, Cubby.”
Cole was confused. Her words said one thing, while her hand said something else. “Why?”

Cindy pulled his hand away and placed it back on one of her boobs, then grabbed the front of her panties. “I shaved them this morning.”
She pulled down the front of her panties, exposing a slit where her legs met. Cole couldn’t see any hair. Cindy’s pubic area was as bald as his.

Cole found his hand drifting down until he touched the area once covered. It was smooth, still devoid of any stubble. “Wow, it feels cool.” He ran hand lower until his finger found her slit.

Cindy gasped, “Oh, that’s what it feels like when someone else touches it. Mmm.”

She pushed her panties lower until they were below her knees. “Keep touching me, Cubby. That feels really good.”
Encouraged, Cole slid a finger deeper into the slit until he hit a bump. “That’s my clit. You can play with it, if you want.”

As Cole ran a couple of fingers along the bump between his sister’s leg, her hand returned to the hem on his underwear. She gripped the elastic band and pulled it down until the boy’s stiffy sprang free from its cotton prison. Cindy’s fingers slid down his smooth pubic area until she gently gripped his shaft with her thumb and forefinger. It was Cole’s turn to moan as his sister slowly moved her hand up and down.

Cindy stopped rubbing and turned her back toward Cole, “Do you see the hook on my bra? Can you unhook it, please?”

Cole instantly missed the feel of his sister’s fingers on his shaft. He needed both hands to undo the back of the bra and after fumbling with it for longer than he wanted, the hooks came free and the bra, already free of Cindy’s small mounds, fell to her waist.

His sister turned back around and shook her chest. Her boobs jiggled a little as she leaned forward, “You can kiss them if you want.”

His sister’s boobs were just inches away from his eyes and if Cole could have seen himself, he’d have seen his eyes wider and rounder than ever before. Cindy’s breast tissue protruded from her chest less than two inches and her areolas, a light brown color, were a bit larger than a nickel and her nipple was smaller than the fingernail on Cole’s pinkie and stuck out an eighth of an inch. The boy knew his sister thought she was small, but to him they looked perfect.

He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. The second he tasted his sister’s skin she gasped, “Oh, fuck. That feels good.”
Cole circled the small nipple with his tongue before locking his lips onto the tit.

Cindy moaned, “Mmm, you’re the best boyfriend.”

Cole felt his sister’s fingers return to his stiffy and resume the slow up and down motion. He slurped and feverously swirled his tongue across the rock-hard nipple in his mouth while Cindy continued massaging his stiffy. As he shifted to her other boob, the fluttering at the base of his penis became impossible to ignore and he felt like he needed to pee.

“Uh, Sis. I think I’ve gotta pee.”

Cindy’s fingers didn’t stop. If anything, Cole thought her fingers moved a little faster.

The tingling spread. Cole felt it in his balls and even as far back as his butt. He didn’t want to pee on his sister’s fingers, but he didn’t want the intense feeling to end either. He leaned back in his seat as the sensation continued to build and watched Cindy’s fingers slide back and forth until he felt his small balls constrict within his tight, wrinkly scrotum. A second later a clear liquid exploded from his pee slit and slammed into his chin.

“Oh, fuck,” the boy groaned under the most intense emotions he’d ever felt. Cindy slowed her massage as Cole saw a drop of clear liquid, no bigger than a rain drop, beading on his slit.

“Holy shit, Cole. That was fucking awesome.” Cindy finally stopped jacking him off as the last of the intense emotional surge ebbed back into the recesses of his young body.

She leaned over and looked at his face and giggled, “Wow, your cum flew out of your dick like a bullet. There’s a spot on your chin.”
With that, she leaned in and kissed the spot until she seemed satisfied it was clean.

The idea Cindy had just licked up whatever had shot out of his dick was hard for the boy to wrap his mind around. “Why’d you do that? Isn’t it gross?”
His sister seemed to swirl her tongue around in her mouth before she said, “Different, but not gross. Kind of sweet with a hint of salt.”

Her hand returned to his penis which was still hard and scooped up the drop of the sticky liquid. “Here, taste.”

She put her finger to Cole’s lips and before the boy could think about it slipped it into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness, not like sugar, but something he couldn’t quite identify. But he didn’t taste anything salty. He swallowed the drop as his sister pulled her finger away.

Giggling, Cole said, “I taste pretty good.”

“Yeah, you do,” Cindy said as her lips closed with his.

***

Cindy gunned the go-cart’s engine as she whipped the cart around the sharp corner. She could see the checkered flag in the distance. There was no way she’d catch up with Cole before then.

Still, she didn’t mind. She was just glad that he’s agreed to join her for what she’d called their second official date. It helped things that Cindy couldn’t believe how much fun she was having with Cole at FunPlex. Sure, they’d already fed more than forty dollars into gaming machines and for the race carts, but that was forty dollars of Dave’s money well spent. Seeing the look of pure joy on Cole’s face was worth every penny.

Cindy had finally pried her brother away from the go-cart track and they were sitting in a mostly empty eatery with a pizza between them. As they made the pizza disappear, Cole swallowed a large bite before he said, “Take me with you when you go away to college, Sis. Please.”

The matter of fact tone surprised the teenage girl. She coughed and swallowed a bite, “Dang, Cubby, warn a girl the next time. What brought that on?
Cole shrugged, as he wore a solemn expression. “I don’t think Mom’s going to dump the asshole and I don’t think he’s ever going to warm to us. So, when you graduate next year, I’ll be home alone.”

Cindy took a sip of tea and cleared her throat from nearly choking. “Cubby, I’ve still got a year and a half before I walk across the stage. A lot can happen between now and then.”

Cole leaned across the table and Cindy was able to see the individual stripes on his tank top. “I know, but I don’t trust anyone else but you. I can’t imagine losing you Sis, when you leave.”

The fluttering returned as she reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. “You won’t. I promise. If I even go to college it’ll probably be at the community college. I expect I’ll be living at home with you.”

By the time Cindy pulled into her spot in the garage, she’d come to the realization that the second date had gone even better than the first. And that was saying a lot. They’d already agreed to a third date and Cindy couldn’t remember if it had been Cole or her who had suggested it.

As Cole raced around the front of the car to open her door, Cindy was struggling with her emotions. After all, Cole was her brother and he was only twelve. Two serious strikes, she knew. But the way he looked at her melted her heart every time. And given everything that she’d gone through over the past few years, Cindy had a good idea that Cole’s adolescence would be just as bad. He deserved better than that. And nobody would treat him better than her. She was sure of it. There were lines she knew she mustn’t cross, but between where she sat in the car waiting for Cole to open the door and those lines there was a lot of room.
The door swung open and Cindy climbed out, “There’s nobody better than my Prince Charming. A girl could get spoiled with all the special treatment.”

As she walked over to the door to the kitchen, Cindy felt Cole slip his hand into hers, “you deserve only my best my Ten-Times Cinderella girl.”

Standing in front of the kitchen door, Cindy wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck, “You’re the best, Cubby.”

Cindy felt a shiver run through her brother as she hugged him. His face turned upwards as he stepped into the hug. Cindy lowered her face until her lips connected with Cole’s. A fire like electricity ripped down Cindy’s spine coming to rest in the center of her body, where the fluttering wouldn’t stop. She slipped her tongue against Cole’s lips until they parted and then she pushed it in even farther until her tongue lashed all around within her brother’s mouth.

Cole stepped away from the kiss, “Oh, wow.”

Cindy wasn’t ready to let go of the boy who meant the world to her. “You’ve given me two wonderful dates and a promise of more to come. The least I could do is give you the kiss of a lifetime.”

The words were silly in Cindy’s ears and she giggled as she nuzzled her mouth next to her brother’s ear, “Turns out you gave me the best kiss of my life.”

Once the movie was playing on the VHS, Cindy settled into the couch next to Cole. Unlike before, when she’d been wearing her purple dress and Cole had worn his slacks and dress shirt, she and her brother were wearing shorts and tank tops. Cindy was loving it.

Like before, she was the first to make a move, settling her head against her brother’s shoulder. Cole responded faster than before when he put his arm around her shoulder.

As the movie played, Cindy let her eyes take in every inch of her brother’s body she could see. The tank top was loose on his narrow frame and she could look down the top and see his flat nipples and his taut belly. Below that, he wore red shorts that were nearly as short as her Daisy Dukes, and this time there was no bunching of material to hide a little bulge in the center of his shorts. Cindy wondered if he was hard even though his attention seemed fixed on the Highlander movie.

For a moment, as she studied his body, Cindy wished that Cole was more developed. His chest was as narrow as his hips. And even though his stomach was flat as a board, there was no muscle tone to his abs. Then she remembered how terrible her own seventh grade year had been. Mom had bought her a stuffed bra to stop the teasing. It hadn’t. Not really. Cole was about where she’d been when she was his age. Well, with one exception. As her eyes were drawn back to his shorts, one major difference was that Cole could get erection.

Once the movie was over, Cindy couldn’t ignore her bladder any more even though she didn’t want to stop enjoying perving Cole’s body.

“I’ll be back in a few. I gotta pee.”

As Cole got the second movie ready, Cindy went into bathroom where she pulled her Daisy Dukes and panties down and peed. When the last drops landed in the bowl she ran her fingers across her pubic area. When she’d gotten up for school that morning, in addition to taking a shower and shaving her legs, she had shaved her sparse mound. And she loved the way it felt.

She wondered if Cole enjoyed running his fingers along his smooth skin above his penis. God knows she enjoyed the tingling that came as she ran her hand over her silky-smooth pubic area. She knew that if she hadn’t seen her brother naked the previous night, she’d have not thought to rid herself of the sparse forest between her legs. She wiped herself and pulled her shorts back up. But before pulling them over her butt, Cindy wondered what would happen if she left her shorts in the bathroom. What would Cole say about watching the second movie in just their underwear?

The butterflies in her stomach and the tingling down below overrode any thought of opposition. She dropped her Daisy Dukes and pulled her tank top off.
When she got to the door, Cindy heard Cole in the hall. No doubt he had to pee, too. But what would he say? The tingling got the best of her and Cindy opened the door and poked her head around the corner. “I thought I heard you out here.”

Cole crossed his legs, “I gotta pee. What’s taking so long?”

Cindy knew what had taken so long and she felt her face grow red with embarrassment. She tried to ignore the tingling she felt and knew she ought to close the door and get dressed again. Instead, she said, “I was trying to decide how comfortable to get. The daisy dukes were getting tight.”

With that, she let the door open and let her brother see that she was only wearing her underwear.

“Holy…” Cole managed to stammer.

Seeing her brother’s shocked face, Cindy worried she might have gone too far. She stumbled over her words as she tried to explain, “Sorry, Cubby. I was trying to decide if I should go back to my bedroom and find something comfortable, but then I thought about how comfortable my bra and panties are and well, then I realized you were waiting on the bathroom.”

Cole stepped around her and then over her clothes. After raising the toilet seat Cindy thought she heard his zipper coming down. He turned around. He looked uncertain about what to do next.

What the hell are you doing? A voice echoed in Cindy’s head. This was crazy and could lead her to lines she’d already sworn not to cross. “I’m sorry, Cubby. I shouldn’t have done this. I just thought it would be fun to watch a movie in our underwear.”

Cindy looked at the floor as she fought against the tingling and the butterflies. Pushing the feeling aside, she reached down to grab her tank top.

“No, Sis. It’s alright. You’re beautiful just like you are.”

Cole’s look of confusion was replaced by a tentative smile, “You know, it sounds like it could be fun.”

The sensations washed back over Cindy and she let the tingling fill her up as she smiled at her brother. “Thanks, Cubby.”

She stepped over her clothes and gave Cole a hug. The feeling of her bra pressing against his shirt felt good. More than that, their hug was one where every part of their bodies, from their feet to their heads were touching. Cindy imagined that Cole’s boner was poking out a couple of inches below her panties.
When Cindy broke the embrace, she stayed close, only a few inches separated the two as she smiled at Cole. He returned the smile and stood with his hands by his side, as though not sure what to do next.

Cindy knew she had to ignore her body’s signals. If they were going to enjoy a movie in their underwear, he needed to make the next move.

A grin split Cindy’s face when her brother finally spoke. “Do you want to help me with my shirt?”

Relief washed over her even as tension built up inside and Cindy ran her hands down her brother’s chest and stomach until she reached the hem of his shirt. A moment later, she tossed it on pile behind her.

Cole froze in place as he stood there in just his shorts and underwear. Sensing that she needed to make the next move, standing only a few inches away from her brother, Cindy ran her hands over her brother’s smooth torso until her hands reached the front flaps of his shorts. She pulled the open and then slid Cole’s shorts down. When she’d added them to the pile of clothes, Cindy turned back and with only a few inches separating her from Cole, she leaned forward and whispered, “You’re beautiful, too.”

“I gotta pee.”

Those weren’t the words Cindy expected, but the tent in his pants told her that peeing might not be his only problem. Still, there were lines she didn’t want to cross, so she turned and headed for the door.

“I don’t mind if you stay,” the boy’s voice held a plaintive note.

Cindy stopped, resting her hand on the door frame. She turned around to a smile on her brother’s face. The teenager’s heart swelled with pride that her little brother wanted her to stay, even if it took him forever before his pee hit the water in the bowl.

Back in the living room Cindy resumed her spot on the couch. She couldn’t help smiling seductively at Cole as she patted for him to join her. As he settled next to here, from their knees to their shoulders, the siblings’ bodies touched. Cindy felt more alive than she’d ever felt before. The tingling feeling radiated from below her stomach.

As the movie played, Cindy didn’t waste any time laying her head on Cole’s shoulder. It gave her a perfect view of his chest, stomach and briefs. Better than all three was the tent created by his penis. While she normally would have liked Just One of the Boys, she enjoyed the eye candy close at hand more than the hunks on the screen.

Cindy snuggled in closer to her brother as he draped his arm around her shoulder. The girl felt a shiver as his hand played with her right bra strap. If things had turned out differently and Jason hadn’t been such a complete asshole, the idea of him playing with her bra would have been mortifying. With Jason, she would have worn a bra with more padding and augmented it with some tissue. She would have been terrified he’d have laughed as her or worse, told everyone at school.

She hoped Cole’s bravery would continue and he’d go further down. This evening, she’d worn just a plain white cotton A cup bra with minimal padding. The only downside to it was that her boobs didn’t fill up the cups. There was a big gap between her skin and the hem of the cup that Cole could look down if he got an urge. Cindy hoped he had the urge. More than that, though, After the previous day when she’d seen his small erection, any thought that he would think less of her underdeveloped boobs had fallen away.

Cindy’s heart beat faster when she saw the tent in his underwear twitch a couple of times. She glanced up at his face and saw that he’d found the gap in her bra. She smiled at Cole, and rubbed a hand along his chest, “Thanks for letting me get another girl’s movie in, Cubby.”

Cole’s expression was one of awe, but he still responded cheerfully, “No problem, Sis,”

“I love how it feels laying next to you. Your body’s so smooth and soft.”

Cole giggled as though he found the idea that he was either smooth or soft amusing.

Leaning up from where she lay, Cindy gave Cole a quick kiss, “I mean that in a good way. You’re perfect.”

Emboldened by the kiss, Cole slid his hand down until his finger was an inch away from the white cotton bra cup.

Cindy wanted him to go further, but she didn’t want it to be obvious. “Mmm, Mom used to say that I was a late bloomer because I was always one of the smallest girls in my class.”

She could feel her brother’s empathy. She understood it too well as she enjoyed the view of his tented underwear.

Cindy added, “I know how you felt when I saw you last night. You think you’re behind everyone else, but you’re not.”

The girl smiled wider as the tingling reached her boobs. “When I was twelve Mom bought me a padded training bra. Said it would stop the other girls from teasing me. She was partially right, but I didn’t need the damned thing until half way through the eighth grade.”

Cindy wanted to purr as Cole’s fingers made their way under the strap. His finger slid along her raised flesh, “Mmm, that feels nice. I think I was the last girl in my class to get my period. What girl gets her period in the tenth grade?” Cindy’s frustration had died the night before, but she really couldn’t fathom why she had lagged so for behind the other girls in her class.

As Cole caressed the top of her boob, he said, “Sis, can I ask you a personal question?”

Feeling better than ever with Cole’s every touch, Cindy said, “You’re playing with my titty and you want to ask me a personal question, Cubby?

While she intended the comment playfully, she wasn’t sure if her brother would take it the same way, so she reached out and rubbed his chest.

Cole’s normally high-pitched voice was higher than normal as he stammered, “When did you get hair, you know, down there?”

Cindy stopped rubbing her brother’s chest and focused her attention on his nipple. “I wish I could tell you that it happened right after my boobs started growing, but that wouldn’t be true. I was almost through my freshman year when I saw my first hair down there. Eight months later, Aunt Flow started coming for a visit and I still didn’t have much hair.”

Cindy winced as she heard the concern in his voice, “I wonder what that means for me. I don’t like being the runt in gym class.”

Cole’s nipple grew hard and poked up from his flat chest. Cindy couldn’t explain why she found the slightly protruding nipple so sexy but she did. Cole reached down a bit further and the girl nearly groaned as his finger grazed her areola.

“Mmm, that’s even better, Cubby. Don’t compare yourself against the other boys. Mom says we come from a family of late bloomers, but we all eventually bloom.” She snickered as she added, “Just look at me.”

Cole’s finger finally brushed against Cindy’s aching nipple when with quivering voice, he said, “You didn’t answer, Sis. When do you think I’ll get bigger and get hair?”

“Mmm, just when I think you can’t get any better with your fingers you prove me wrong. Don’t stop, that feels good.”

Cindy wanted her brother’s hand all over her boob. She scooched up, her left boob pressing in to her brother’s right side. And putting more of her right boob inside Cole’s reach. She loved her brother too much to lie. She said, “Those are two different questions, Cubby. Your dick will grow a lot over the next few years. I don’t know if it will start sooner or later, but trust me, it’s going to get bigger. Hair happens when it happens. I may have been fourteen before I got my first hair down there, but you could have it happen anytime between now and fifteen or even as late as sixteen.”

Cole stopped massaging her nipple. “Sixteen? That’s a lifetime from now. What’ll they say at school?”

Why couldn’t her brother properly feel her up? She grabbed his hand and carefully slipped it back under her cup until his fingers found her nipple. “Oh, that’s much better, Cubby. I got Mom to get me out of gym class. If you want, we can see if she’ll do the same for you.”

Cole replied, “You’re older than me, Sis,”

Cindy looked up at her brother’s face and smiled, as she used her fingernail to draw an imaginary circle around Cole’s tiny, undeveloped nipple. “You noticed?”
Cole squeezed her nipple, sending another shiver through her body and asked, “The picking and teasing, it gets better, doesn’t it?”

Cindy nearly shuddered when she thought about the past few years. “Eventually. Now that I’m a junior, nobody really teases me about my body anymore. Well, except Pam Fucking Becksworth.”

Cole’s tent twitched, so Cindy paid more attention to his immature nipple, flicking it before slowly tracing her finger down to her brother’s innie belly button.
As Cindy dug her finger into his belly button, Cole giggled. “Hehehe. That tickles. I won’t be a junior for another four years, Sis. It’s bad enough the other boys tease me, but the girls pretend like I don’t exist. They’ve only got eyes for those boys who look older and bigger.”

Cindy could have told him that the boys don’t look at the less developed girls either. Of if they do, its with insults. Instead, she slid her hand down until she found the top of Cole’s briefs. At that moment, her brother tweaked her nipple. “Mmm, I can’t believe I’m letting you play with my nipple.”
Cole drew his hand away, “I’ll stop. You’re my sister and I shouldn’t be doing it.”

Cindy found her brother’s timidness endearing. She reached up and pulled her right cup down, freeing the small breast and then took Cole’s hand and placed it firmly on her boob. “Please, don’t stop, Cubby. I love how you make me feel. Now, why the fuck do you care what some stupid junior high girls think of you?”
Cole massaged his hand over her breast before he said, “I don’t want to wait until I’m sixteen before girls realize I exist. I won’t get a date until I’ve got my driver’s license.”

Cindy’s other hand still rested on the hem of Cole’s briefs. She slid her index finger under it and slid it back and forth, knowing that she was less than an inch away from her brother’s erection. “You know that’s bullshit. You’ve gone on two dates in only a week’s time with a girl who loves you so much.”
Cindy sat upright, causing her brother’s hand to fall away from her boob, but she’d kept her left hand with a finger still slipped inside her brother’s underwear. “How many of your friends can say that they’ve copped a feel on a sixteen-year-old girl? Even if she doesn’t fill out an A cup or have a forest of pubic hair between her legs.”

Cole reached his hand back towards her boob. “I thought you said gotten hair when you were fourteen.”

Cindy nodded, “I did. But even after two years it still never spread to my legs or thickened up much.”

“Do you think it’ll be like that for me?” Cole forgot her breast as he leaned his head against hers.

Cindy flashed her most alluring smile at her brother, “Are you asking me as your sister or your girlfriend?”

Cindy’s eyes got round as Cole’s penis twitched. “Either.”

Cole’s face radiated affection, a smile stretched nearly from ear to ear. With his left hand, he reached over and pulled the cup down from her left boob. Cindy arched her back, shoving her boobs forward. The boy used both his hands to massage her boobs.

“Mmm, I think you’re going to become a real expert with my tits, Cubby. As your sister, I’d tell you that I don’t think you’ll ever be a hairy dude. Mom’s not hairy. I’m sure as hell not. So, I expect you’ll not grow a forest down stairs. But as your girlfriend, I thought you were so sexy last night. I love how smooth you felt. As the girl who wants to be with you, I hope the hair takes a while to make an appearance and when it does, I hope it’s sparse, like mine.”

Cole’s curiosity was piqued and he stopped playing with her boobs, letting his hands rub along Cindy’s skin above her low-cut panties. “Wow, Sis. That feels nice.
As Cindy’s finger was still only an inch away from Cole’s penis, the boy was emboldened and ran his fingers across her pubic area. “If my girlfriend likes me as I am, who am I to keep complaining? But,” his grew husky with emotions as he continued, “can I, uh, see your hair? Just so I know what to expect?”

Smiling, Cindy placed a hand lightly over his and pressed it on her over the middle of her panties, “I can’t, Cubby.”

“Why?”

Cindy pulled his hand away and placed it back on one of her boobs, then grabbed the front of her panties. “I shaved them this morning.”
The tingling became almost painful as Cindy took the hem of her panties and pulled them down, exposing the slit where her legs met. Cole couldn’t see any hair. Cindy’s pubic area was as bald as Cole’s.

Cindy felt the tingling reach her skin as Cole ran his hand along her pubic area. “Wow, it feels cool.” He ran hand lower until his finger found her slit.

Cindy gasped at the unexpected pleasure, “Oh, that’s what it feels like when someone else touches it. Mmm.”

Guided by the fluttering and tingling, Cindy pushed her panties lower until they were below her knees. “Keep touching me, Cubby. That feels really good.”

Cole slid his index finger into her slit. She wanted to scream out in pleasure. Especially when he bumped into her clitoris. “Don’t stop Cubby. You found my clit.

You can play with it, if you want.”

It really wasn’t fair that Cole was having all the fun. Her left hand had never strayed from its place and she lifted the hem of his briefs and pulled at them until Cole’s boner flew upwards and smacked into his belly.

Ever since the previous night, she’d wanted to touch his raging hard penis. With nothing between Cindy and her goal, she gripped the slender and short shaft with her thumb and forefinger and slowly slid her digits up and down.

Cole’s fingers seemed to have stopped working as she applied her attention to his erection. Her brother was naked and she was still wearing her bra. That wouldn’t do. She stopped rubbing and turned her back to her brother, “Do you see the hook on my bra? Can you unhook it, please?”

Her brother fumbled around with the hook for what seemed like forever and then the elastic fell loose and the material fell into her lap. Happy to be rid of the medieval torture device she turned back around and shook her chest. Her boobs jiggled a little as she leaned forward, “You can kiss them if you want.”

Cindy enjoyed Cole’s ogling. For the first time since puberty has started its too slow progress for her, she didn’t feel self-conscious of her small breasts. For her, her bra had been more of an enhancement than something to constrict or support her boobs. The look of adoration on her brother’s face was more than enough to wash over any feeling of inadequacy. The girl gasped when the tip of Cole’s tongue touched her nipple.

“Oh, fuck, Cubby. That feels good.”

The boy must have taken her words to heart as his lips covered her small nipple and his tongue played across her skin. A moan escaped from Cindy’s mouth. Her brother needed to know how much she loved what he was doing. “Mmm, you’re the best boyfriend.”

Even as she savored the pulsating tingling under her brother’s lips, Cindy’s fingers slipped back down her brother’s belly and across his smooth pubic area until she found his thin shaft. Running her finger along his shaft made it twitch and the girl could only imagine how it must have made Cole feel. Running her finger around his base, it felt a bit more than a half inch thick. Sliding her index finger up the shaft until she came to his circumcision scar and back down again felt like it was maybe an inch or a bit more. The skin around her brother’s penis where he’d been circumcised as a baby was less than an inch wide and then she reached the mushroomed shaped head. She found his pee slit and ran her finger back and forth as Cole squirmed under her touch. Another half inch of her brother for Cindy to pleasure. In all, maybe three inches. Cindy let her hand drift down to below her brother’s stiff rod, to his ball sack. Cindy had seen pictures of men and how their balls hung low. Not Cole’s. His ball sack was snug below the base of his shaft. Unable to resist, Cindy played with the taut skin under which she felt a couple of small orbs.

“Cubby, my God. Your dick is perfect. I love it.”

Cole responded with an, “Mmm.”

The girl took the shaft between her thumb and index finger and resumed moving it up and down, enjoying the way the skin slid over the hardness. Between her brother sucking on her erect nipple and the love she was showing his penis, it barely registered when Cole said, “Uh, Sis. I feel like I’m gonna pee.”

The butterflies fluttered throughout Cindy’s whole body and the tingling ran between her tits and her pussy. The twitching in her brother’s penis became more frequent. Cool air hit the girl’s nipple as Cindy became aware that her brother was staring at his penis as she continued moving her fingers back and forth.
Cole’s penis jerked in her hand and even his little head seemed to spasm as a bit of liquid shot out from his slit. Cindy was shocked when it hit her brother’s chin.

Cole groaned, “Oh, fuck!”

Cindy turned her attention back to her brother’s throbbing penis. Another drop of clear liquid beaded on the boy’s pee slit.
Cindy was mesmerized by what she’d seen. “Holy shit, Cole. That was fucking awesome.”

She wanted nothing more than to plant her lips back on his when she noticed the bit of cum that had landed on her brother’s chin. It was clear, but slimy looking. Hornier than she’d ever been, Cindy leaned forward and licked it up. She swirled her brother’s ejaculate around in her mouth. There was something sweet and a hint of something salty, almost like a peanut.

“Why’d you do that? Isn’t it gross?”

Cindy licked her lips and offered Cole a lascivious smile. “Not gross, just different. Kind of sweet but with a little salt.”
Cindy figured her brother might be curious. She scooped up the last drop from Cole’s penis and raised it to his lips, “Here, taste.”
Her brother’s lips were partially opened already, so Cindy slipped her finger in until he closed his mouth and sucked the drop from her finger.

Giggling, Cole said, “I taste pretty good.”

“Yeah, you do,” Cindy said as she kissed her brother.