Chapter 1
Candi Eller swam in widening circles at the old Willow Hole, as the kids called it, loving the glide of the warm water along her slender body, the movements of her arms and legs. Groovy. It was almost like being caressed by a playful hand, a thing she did for herself when she was in her room alone at the farmhouse where she lived with her two older brothers and her widowed father, John. The only thing was, nothing happened when she touched herself.
As the prettiest girl in Winton Junior High, a cheer leader for the JV baseball team, even though she was only twelve, Candi was already wildly curious about boys, although it would be years before she could date.
On the edge of the tree-lined swimming hole stood her young brother Dick, thirteen and already handsome. He had dared her to go skinny-dipping and she had taken him up on it. She knew John would be really mad if he knew about it.
Well, he was at work and would not be home for hours. Now she was going to see her naked brother, get a look at his outfit. Suddenly he lowered his denim pants and she stared. Ohhhhh, this thing was really big! He had a funny look on his face, he was watching her closely and his penis began to rise and stiffen!
"Shame on you, Dick!" she exclaimed. "You get in the water."
Suddenly he grinned, looking down at his naked, black-haired crotch. "Hey, look what I can do that you can't!" he laughed. "Some hard-on, huh?"
Candi shivered and turned her head. Boys were so terribly dirty! Her own brother was showing off his sex organ, and even though she felt a naughty tremor of interest, she swam in the other direction. Her closest girl friend, Sonja Olson, a very cute blonde and barely thirteen, was always talking filthy, too. Girls really weren't supposed to think about sex until they at least got some hair on their pussies! And Candi had none at all.
Of course, what she did when she was alone in her room, examining her body and admiring the budding pouts of her titties, pressing her fingers on her pussy and kind of moving her hips against it, feeling a few tingles ... that was nobody's business!
Candi was a nice girl. Her mother Bette had told her over and over again to "save herself" until she was old enough to get married. But things at the small Eller farm had changed since Bette had been killed in a car accident. Both of her brothers were looking at Candi in a way they should not, especially Carl, who was now fifteen and already taking girls out in the family sedan.
Candi had even caught her own father staring at her body as if he wanted to commit incest-and that was horribly wrong. One time she had caught him sniffing the crotch of the panties she had worn the day before. Filthy! What her father needed was another wife or at least a steady girl-friend.
Still, John was a good father in most ways. He worked hard at the sawmill and kept up their small acreage, having trouble getting Dick and Earl to do their share of the chores. Earl was already known at school as a pussy chaser.
Sonja Olson had told Candi she wanted a date with Earl in the worst way. Sonja and her folks lived on the next-door country place, and the cute blonde was always coming over in miniskirts and tight sweaters, hoping Earl or even Dick would make a pass. The way she flirted and showed off her legs was positively lewd!
Candi suddenly remembered a thing Sonja had said the last time she had dropped over. "I want to have some fun with guys before I start my periods, you know. I still can't get fixed up! You ought to try it, Candi ... "
"I ought to tell your mother!" Candi had snapped.
"Oh, shit," Sonja had laughed. "Dad's gone a lot, and Helga gets it on the sly. I come home from school early one day and caught her fucking with a salesman. Cool!"
Helga, Sonja's mother, was about thirty and quite attractive in a full-blown Nordic way.
Candi was drawn back to the present by Dick, who swam up to her and reached for her crotch. She jerked his hand away, terribly ashamed.
"Go over and see Sonja for your feeling around!" Candi said dryly.
"Ah, hell-she wants Earl to make out with her," Dick said. "I'm too young for her, anyway..."
"Can't we just swim and not talk about sex?" Candi giggled. "We're both too young."
"If a girl's big enough she's old enough," Dick chuckled. "Old Earl, he's gettin' plenty."
"Guys brag all the time, that's the trouble!" Candi protested. Earl was really handsome, brother or not, and lately Candi had found his interest in her dangerously alluring. He liked to kid around with her, telling her how sexy she was. No doubt he was making out with some of the girls in Winton. Candi had found a package of rubbers in Earl's room, and three of them had been missing. Some of those girlie magazines he had around were filthy. John liked them, too-naturally! All men could think about was sex and more sex.
Dick reached for her again and she got mad. "You get out of here! I want to just plain swim."
That funny look was in her brother's eyes again. He shrugged and swam to shore, picking up his clothes and walking up into the thick bushes that lined the bank. Candi sighed and relaxed, swimming slowly on her back, enjoying the sensuous glide of the water. Her nipples peeked up through the surface, and she had an impulse to fondle them. Her titties were growing. She noticed . new feeling in them.
Candi began to enjoy her favorite fantasy, about a real handsome blonde guy sort of like that sexy Redford movie star, who would come into her life when she was about sixteen or maybe seventeen. He would not undress her with his greedy eyes, the way other guys did. He would admire her long legs and pretty ass and kissable mouth in a loving way. He would court her and take her away from the dirty atmosphere she lived in. He would marry her and turn her into a passionate bedmate. Ohhhhhh, she trembled every time she thought about it!
Now that Dick was gone, Candi swam to shore, making sure no one was watching her, ran out and grabbed her parities, Levi's and shirt and slipped into the screening brush to dress. Just as she finished, she heard a very peculiar sound coming from the bushes at her right. A kind of harsh, deep noise, like an excited voice...
She had heard that sound before at home. Her room was next to Earl's, upstairs, and the dividing wall was not insulated. Many times recently she had caught the sound of bedsprings jiggling in suggestive rhythm, heard a loud male cry, detected a kind of swift slapping noise ... then a groan of relief.
Of course, she knew boys played with their pricks. But she hated to think her own brother would do it when he was dating quite a lot. Every time she overheard Earl doing that, she felt a strange tingling in her pussy, she even imagined dirtily how it would feel in her vagina...
Oh, no! Incest was evil, forbidden.
Candi would never forget the day Sonja had dropped over with a book hidden in her handbag. She had snitched it from her mother's bedroom. The two girls had gone up to Candi's room, locked the door, and examined Sonja's prize.
"Say, look at all these different positions!" Sonja giggled, pointing to a colored middle section showing a good looking man and a girl naked on a bed. The first pose was "standard," the guy above, his prick halfway in the girl's pussy, her legs swung away back, her pretty tits arched up for his mouth.
Candi felt a dirty twinge between her legs. "Is this what your mother studies?"
"Well, I guess so," Sonja laughed. "Hey, look at this one! He's gettin' in from behind."
Candi trembled. She had seen dogs fucking, and watched her young brother's buck rabbit do it to the does. That was nature. Her eyes shot to another provocative scene. The girl was on top, sitting upright on the man's prick. His hands were holding her big, sloping breasts.
"Wow!" Candi exclaimed, pointing to the sex position she seemed to prefer. "That looks groovy."
"Yeah, a girl could sure wiggle her ass that way!" Sonja giggled.
Sitting side by side on the rim of Candi's bed, Candi was becoming too aware of the cute blonde's warm bare thigh touching her right leg. She remembered whispers around the eighth grade classes about Sonja and some other girl having a little "fun" together. Awful! Candi scooted away. Thinking about making it with guys was bad enough, at their ages.
Sonja turned to another section of the book. It showed a very pretty model sprawled out on the bed, naked, her right hand touching her pussy, a finger actually inside, at the top of the crevice.
"It says in here it's okay for a girl to do that when she gets horny, alone-you know," Sonja giggled. She gave Candi a sly, secretive look. "Have you ever tickled yours, honey?"
"Noooo!" Candi exclaimed, shivering.
"Oh, shit!" Sonja laughed. "I did, and I get some real cool kicks!"
"We better stop this!" Candi protested, "I can wait till I get grown up."
"Boy, you sure are square, Candi," Sonja answered, closing the book. "I wish I had some sexy brothers around!"
"You nasty thing, you!" Candi burst out. "Is sex all you think about?"
"Well, it's fun, honey," Sonja giggled. "I mean, what I know about it. Mom does something else besides have boyfriends, too." Her voice lowered. "She's got one of those imitation pricks..."
Candi trembled. She had heard about girls using Fingers or candles or carrots, but she had seen some of those things advertised in the girlie magazines her father and brothers loved to look at. There were also ads about how to make breasts bigger or buy imagine undies.
"Doesn't your father do his duty with your mother?" Candi asked.
"Sure, when he's home," Sonja said. "But he travels all the time. I don't blame Mom for having some fun when he's gone so much."
Candi realized that Sonja's mother, who was only about thirty and dressed kind of extravagantly, did not have much to do at home. They had no garden and were right on the edge of town. Well, that was their business. Sonja's father evidently made good money on the road.
She was drawn back to the present by more sounds in the bushes. A kind of moan. Candi crept forward on the thick grass, and suddenly in a little clearing she saw Dick. He was still naked, his clothes beside him, and his right hand was moving up and down on his penis!
Shivering, Candi drew back behind a screen of leaves so she would not be seen and stared at her young brother. His penis was even bigger than when he had showed it to her earlier, and it was at least seven inches long! The knob was all slick, he was pumping his hand in a slow rhythm, his tanned face contorted, his naked hips arched upward. His big testicles were knotted at the root of his prick and he stared with avid fascination at the swollen head.
Candi shuddered, feeling a naughty twinge of excitement in her pussy. She knew she would leave, what he did with himself was his affair. But she just had to watch him have his climax! He had seen her nude body and become very stimulated. He could not even wait until he got home. Oh, it was dirty and awful, but she was rooted to the spot. She found her right hand slipping down to her crotch where her Levi's and panties covered her pussy, she held it and trembled with a new kind of sensation stealing through her body. Well, Sonja admitted she used her hand, and she was only about six months older than Candi.
Suddenly Dick groaned again, his hand moved faster, his hips lurched higher, the knob of his prick swelled even more! His big moment was approaching!
"Ughhh-fuuuuuck!" he moaned fiercely. "I gotta get me some cunt!"
The shock of his filthy words were hardly over when it happened! A stream of white goop leaped from his knob, shooting high in the air. His hand was a blur of action on his swollen cock! Candi just knew Dick was imagining he was fucking her!
She pressed her hand harder to her crotch, crept backward and then, realizing what she was doing, she snatched her fingers from her hot slot and ran as hard as she could for the house.
Before she reached it she heard a blare of rock music and knew that Earl would be in the living room. She changed her course and walked to the bain, not wanting either of her brothers to see her with her face all flushed, her hands shaky with excitement.
Candi had a secret place in the hay loft where she could be alone, and she climbed the ladder, sinking down in the fragrant alfalfa leaves. The vision of Dick's exploding penis, the sight of his spurting semen sent dirty tremors through her loins. What rotten words he used! Cunt and fuck. Boys were dirty animals! All they could think about was getting it in a girl and going off.
That stuff made babies, too. But Sonja was right, in one way-a girl was safe until she began her periods.
The sweet kind of tugging urgency in Candi's crotch drew her hands to her Levi's. She unfastened them, drawing her panties down with them, and stretched out in the hay, her legs spread. It was time she found out what that good feeling was all about! If Sonja could play with herself, she could too. She wanted to be more grown up.
I have to find out, she thought, noticing that her bare pussy lips were kind of moist and swollen. Nice girls don't touch themselves, but today I just can't resist! Dick sure was enjoying himself! He acted like it almost hurt, it was so good!
She touched her first finger to the top of her crevice and then used both hands to spread her labia. There was a little pink, wet rise of flesh that she had never noticed before just above the opening of her pussy. She touched it gently and a sudden tingle sent cozy shivers along her legs. Wow! That was where it was AT. The tiny nub was her clit, she knew that much.
She had never had a finger inside her pussy. That would be really bad. Of course, when she took a bath she washed herself good, and she had touched the membrane that guarded her inner vagina-her maidenhead. Sonja called it her "cherry." She knew guys really thought it was something else if they got a girl's maidenhead. Candi felt it now, finding plenty of room to slipt her finger past the membrane and inside. A candle would slide in easy!
It was a real cool sensation. Not as neat as that little button of her sex, though. Afraid she might tear her maidenhead, Candi returned her finger to the dainty little rise of girl-flesh. Nnnummmmy! If other girls could have fun with a pussy, she could too.
Slowly she began to caress her crotch, feeling more exciting tingles. Naughty and wrong it might be, but it was just dreamy! The girl's nipples were starting to feel kind of itchy, so she unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her budding breasts. Her mother had had nice tits. Someday, Candi knew, she would probably have a good sexy pair of tits.
Guys seemed to really go for the chicks with prominent breasts. Those pretty models in the girlie magazines sure had plenty of stuff showing up front, but after all a man could not screw a pair of titties. Pussy was what they chased, what they craved. And after seeing Dick's cock gush out that thick white cream, Candi knew she just had to have some of that, too-when she was old enough and knew about how to keep from getting pregnant.
Her hand moved faster! The goody sensations were increasing. Her legs quivered, her hips lifted the way Dick's hips had, a kind of sweet stinging began to collect in her loins, and the more she played with her little girl nub the better it felt!
Ohhhh, I shouldn't do this, but I can't stop! she thought, breathing deeply, unevenly. I guess if it's okay for older girls to do this, a real young girl can, too! Ohhhh, wow! Something is about to happen!
That tender spot was enlarging. Lances of pleasure were pulling up Candi's opened legs, she felt more wetness leak from her pussy-mouth, getting all over her fingers, and the lips of her vagina were swelling even more! Ohhhh, if it would just do it! Wild horses couldn't stop her now! Her hips jerked, shaking the hay beneath her ass, her finger-tips caught a very swift cadence and suddenly Candi was finding out what a girl could do to herself!
A zingy kind of pulsing started in her tiny clitoris! Honey seemed to leap from her crotch! Her titties arched forward. She heard herself utter a little squeal, and then the sex thing was happening! The pulsing went real quick and was so delightful she almost cried out again!
Ohhhh, I'm having it! she thought dizzily. I haven't got a big hard cock to pump, but I know how Dick feels, now. I can't shoot any white stuff, either. A girl doesn't have to! Ohhhhh, this is groovy!
Her hand play slowed. Candi felt a cozy kind of relief, like all of her nerves were uncoiling, a real dreamy glow suffused her crotch, and she flattened out in the hay, breathing her relief and amazement. No wonder girls got knocked up! When anything felt that good, nobody could ever stop grooving.
Then a wave of guilt shook her, taking away some of the sugar-dipped tingles. She was not saving herself at all, she was up in the hayloft playing with her pussy like other girls, sneaking her fun before she even had any fuzz on it! At least, she thought, Sonja was honest enough to admit it.
Candi jerked her hand from her crotch, started to draw her, panties back in. As long as nobody else knew about this except her, she was safe. This would be her very own secret. She was still a virgin! Candi could not argue with such a strong compelling urge with such sensational rewards. Living in a house with nothing but boys and her father had made her do this-she blamed them for their dirty stories and leers and those girlie pictures, and those smears of dried manstuff she was always finding in the towels and on the bed sheets.
Oh, I have to feel that wild sex thing again! Candy thought, gazing at her still-wet fingers. I guess if I do this I won't be tempted to go any farther. I feel more grown up already. I know what going off is like! It's very naughty, but I need it just one more time! This can't be all bad.
Just to make doubly sure no one else was around, the girl stood up and peered through a knot hole in the barn wall at the house. She saw Dick returning from the swim hole, looking innocent. Below her a big Rhode Island Red rooster was circling a hen. Suddenly he mounted her, treading the hen's back with his feet until her backside lifted. As their anal things touched with a flurry of feathers, Candi felt another twinge of need. That kind of sex was not dirty.
Even the chickens were having fun today.
She moved back to her former position, spread her thighs again and returned her fingers to her pussy. It was real wet along her crevice now, nice and slick so she could really do it! This time she would think about that handsome blonde movie star. She would imagine he was tickling her cunt. Somehow, those four-letter words helped excite her! Cock and cunt and fuck. The rooster was crowing his triumph. Candi could not crow, but she knew she had squealed a little right when things were happening.
As she relaxed and felt the sweet thrills chase through her crotch again, the girl began to wonder just how a prick would feel. Sonja was so right-she was safe until those monthly things started. The vision of Dick pumping his big hard cock returned with startling clarity.
But I can't let my own brothers touch me! she thought. I'd be a real bitch! I'll save my 'cherry ' till I'm about seventeen and have a real boyfriend. This will be my own secret safety valve. I won't need prick!
She recalled vividly the last time she had awakened in the night and heard her parents doing it. Their bedroom, now John's bedroom, was right beneath hers, on the ground floor...
Creak, creak, creak went the bedsprings; then a pause. A soft womanly laugh of pleasure. A manly chuckle. Thump, creak, thump. It was an act of love that older people married for. She felt warm and tingly all over, but nothing really passionate. More creaks and rattles, then another long wait. They were making it last.
Boy, they sure know how! she thought enviously. Someday I'll get married and have a man work me over good! I'll have a big thing sliding inside me, cozy and hot. Ohhhhh, why don't they finish so I can go to sleep ?
After what seemed like hours, the stimulating noises had quickened, there were muffled cries of pleasure, a furious pounding of the bed, and she knew her father was spurting his manhood in her mother's pussy! For some strange reason, for just a moment, Candi had felt jealous of her mother. What an awful thought, craving her own father's penis...