Chapter 1
Kristina Ainsley sighed unhappily as she looked out of her bedroom window to see the poplar trees along the pleasant, quiet residential blocks of Morse Avenue bending before the gusts of a rainy April wind. It was Friday, her thirteenth birthday, and even the mysterious package which a uniformed delivery man had just brought to the house with her name on it failed to cheer her up.
The package, she knew, was from Mother. Six months ago Daddy and Mother had had some sort of quarrel. They had told her and her fifteen-year-old brown-haired, wiry brother Donald that sometimes grown people had differences and decided to go their own separate ways.
She'd always been close to her blonde, tall, soft-spoken mother, much closer than Donald. It still puzzled her that in spite of their being such friends, Mother hadn't even given her a hint as to why she and Daddy were breaking up. All she'd said, when she'd come to Kristina's room that awful Saturday morning, was, "Now you be a good girl, honey, and mind your daddy, hear? I'll write you and I'll send you presents. Now give me a nice hug and a kiss."
And even though she'd been crying, Mother had pretended not to notice and had just whispered, "Now that's no way to carry on, darling. It's not the end of the world, really it isn't. And now I've got to catch my plane, so you behave yourself."
Since then, there'd been only a few letters, and now this package. Daddy never talked about Mother anymore, either. The week after she'd left, he'd hired a nice old German widow to keep house and cook the meals. Kristina liked old Mrs. Weidman, but of course it wasn't the same thing as having your mother.
Tonight, Kristina knew, there'd be a special birthday dinner, with roast chicken and brown betty, her very special favorites. But she still felt lost without Mother. There were things a girl could talk about, real private things, with one's mother that you couldn't somehow bring yourself to mention to a father. like why she was so restless at night lately and could hardly fall asleep. There were dreams too, about going out on dates with boys who would try to kiss her, and she'd wake up feeling flushed and feverish, with the funniest tickling along the insides of her legs.
She turned back at last to the package on the bed. She was tall for her age, five feet five and a half inches. Her face was heartshaped with large, closely spaced dark-blue eyes, dainty little turned-up nose, and a full, generous mouth. Her honey-gold hair was braided into two thick pigtails, but she was thinking of changing that because Donald was forever yanking at them and teasing her. Most of the time she wore jeans and blouse. She liked playing softball with the boys. Just the other day daddy had called her his little tomboy. Maybe that was what she wanted, now that Mother was gone. She knew Daddy liked her brother the best, and perhaps one reason she had started wearing jeans and playing ball was to be closer to him. It was awfully lonely being an outsider now.
It was a department store box, but there was a card inside from Mother, lying on top of the tissue-wrapped gift. She opened the envelope and read it, but there wasn't any address to show where Mother was living now. All it said was, "To my big girl on her birthday, wear these now you, you'll grow up to be a beautiful woman."
Wonderingly, she unwrapped the package, saw it was several gifts: a pretty sky-blue cotton frock with modishly short skirt, a monogrammed white nylon petticoat, a pair of matching white nylon bras and panties, and two pairs of beige nylon hose with a white satin-elastic garter belt. Her eyes widened with sudden excitement; she'd never had such lovely, grownup things to wear before. Up to now, she'd worn a training bra-halter, a clumsy, unattractive thing she hated.
Glancing up at the door, she suddenly ran to it and turned the key in the lock. Lately, Donald had been teasing her about her pigtails and playing with boys and wearing boy's clothes. He had a disconcerting habit of walking in on her even when she had the door closed. And this was certainly one time she didn't want him to do that.
Quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse, tugged it off, then unfastened the skintight jeans and began to pull them down, wriggling her hips to facilitate their descent. She had no way of knowing that there was a jagged crack in the plaster on the wall directly across from her bed and that at this very moment Donald Ainsley was crouching against his own bedroom wall, his right eye screwed tightly up against the peephole which he himself had carefully bored with a drill a few months ago as a lark. The fact was, precociously sex-minded Donald had become very much aware of his young sister's blossoming out. Several times he'd seen her in the halter and panties, but never naked. This afternoon, his patient vigilance was about to be rewarded. As her jeans fucked down to her knees, he stealthily unzipped the fly of his new dacron slacks and liberated his long, bony, plum-headed prick. It was already in savage erection and he began cuddling the angrily reddened bulbous head in his left palm as he balanced himself with his right hand clamped against the wall, quivering with hungry anticipation.
As Kristina stooped to scuff off her pedal pushers and then yank off the jeans, her young round tits jutted boldly and tautly against the halter, which shaped out the budding points of her virgin nipples. Donald Ainsley sucked in his breath and tightened his fingers around the throbbing glans of his rigid prick. All his attention was focused on the round little hole which furnished such an exciting revelation, praying she wouldn't move out of range.
She didn't. Thoughtfully, slowly, she reached behind her to unfasten the halter, shrugged pink dimpled shoulders out of the straps and tossed it onto the bed. The movement made her perky round apple-like tits jiggle fascinatingly and drew another suppressed gasp of excitement from her avid brother. Now, for a moment, Kristina contemplated herself, blushing adorably. Her soft slim hands hesitantly touching the rounds of her swelling tits she peered quizzically down at them, narcissistically admiring herself.
Then, quickly, thrusting her forefingers under the waistband of the little panties, she snugged them down and let them drop to her ankles, stepped out of them and was naked but for socks. Kneeling down on her left knee, she doffed the right sock and then shifted to the other knee. At last she rose deliciously pink-naked. Her cuntal lips were delicately formed, softly pouting over the secretive vulva, and only a few sparse, silky light-brownish hairs fleeced her virgin cunt.
"Ohh, Jeez," Donald Ainsley muttered to himself, his left forefinger beginning to rub the taut, velvety glans of his aching prick as he squinted at his sister's tempting virgin cunt. "Is she ever built for it!"
He was not only seeing Kristina naked for the first time, but also viewing her with the air of a connoisseur of cunt. Last Saturday afternoon, he had gloriously graduated from secret jacking-off to dream-fantasies in favor of a real bare-skin fucking. like most boys his age who enjoy bragging about their sexual abilities, Donald has boasted of his varied experiences, all of which were, of course, in his mind and his right hand. To his consternation, Cy Edwards, his best friend at Selmar High, had proposed, "I'll bet you're not good enough to make June Tomlinson cum." And when he had swaggeringly assured his friend he could satisfy any girl, Cy had taken the wind out of his sails by nonchalantly proposing, "Okay, Don, I'll just call your bluff. I've got a date Saturday afternoon with June in her basement-you wanna come along and fuck her? She can't get enough, so she'll put out for you too if I tell her you're my buddy."
Not without misgivings, Donald Ainsley had glibly told his father he was going to play Softball with Cy, and had joined his crony in the basement of June's three-story apartment building on Olive Street. June, a plump, bespectacled, somewhat bovine 16-year-old, had gigglingly led the boys to an unoccupied storeroom at the far back of the basement, assuring them that none of the tenants ever came back that far. Then, whisking off her pink cotton dress and white cotton slip, she had stood for a prick-hardening minute under the glaring light of a single 100-watt bulb in a ceiling fixture, clad in only yellow ankle socks and loafers and a pink cotton bra which strained against the ripe closely set gourds of her lush young tits, wantonly letting both goggle-eyed boys see the wide shallow dimple of her bellybutton and the thick dark-brown curls of a luxuriant cuntal fleece which completely hid the fleshy pink lips of her lasciviously eager cunt, before reaching up to yank the cord and plunge the basement into total, mysterious and exciting darkness.
Donald Ainsley had had just time enough to see his lanky, black-haired friend drop his trousers and follow the giggling brunette to the far back of the storeroom where a discarded mattress conveniently awaited. Then, standing in the darkness, he had been spellbound by the salacious sounds of threshing, sucking, kissing, whimpering and moaning which ensued. All too soon, Cy had emerged, panting, and muttered, "G'wan, Don, she wants to try you out. I'm tellin' you, man, she's got a pussy that can't ever get enough." When he had hesitated, suddenly remembering that this forbidden pleasure might have dire consequences, Cy had urged, "Hell, you don't hafta wear a safe or anything. June's on the pill, dummy-hey, I thought you were a real cocksman."
"Aw, shut up 'n watch," he'd grumbled, glad that the darkness hid his embarrassed blushes. Then, groping in the darkness on his hands and knees, he'd straightened, opening his fly and freeing his already swollen prick just as June's soft hand had reached out and touched it. "Oh, my, you're bigger'n Cy, honey," she'd giggled, and that commendation had saved the day for Donald Ainsley. As he crawled between her straddled plump, pale milky-skinned thighs, the clutch of her soft fingers, against his aching shaft had strengthened as well as guided him to the juicy, hot sheath of her ardent young cunt. Sinking down and burying himself to the hilt, he had groaned as her legs agilely swung over his and her arms locked around his shoulders. Her small ripe wet mouth was pressing feverishly to his as she had gasped, "Ooooh, that's so good, Don lover! My pussy needs lots'n lots of screwin', oh give it to my pussy good now, I'm so hot I just hafta cum!"
Intuitively, he had raised and lowered himself on the teenaged nymph, quickening his pace as her arms and legs augmented their fierce enclaspment. Her mouth was fused to his, and she had thrust her tongue furiously between his lips, rubbing it against his own till the aching torment of his prick had become a veritable frenzy. Happily for his own ego, Cy's hasty but vigorous fucking of the wanton young brunette had drawn her close to orgasm, so that when at last, unable to hold back the bubbling torrent of fiery jism, Donald had uttered a sobbing cry of indescribable ecstasy and felt himself explode deep in her constricting cuntal sheath, June herself was more than ready. With a shrill shriek of rapture, the almost naked young nymph had rolled him over and over, grinding her cunt to him to absorb the last delving inch of his throbbing spear. And at last, moaning with appeasement, she had panted, "Oh golly, that was the best fuck I ever had, Don honey, oh my, did you ever make me cum!"
Cy had gone back for seconds, but he had wisely refrained. Her accolade, he wisely divined, had elevated his stature in both her and Cy's eyes, and a poorer performance the second time around could only have detracted from the laurel he had won as a cocksmith on this memorable Saturday afternoon. Indeed, on the way back to the school recreation yard for a game of softball, Cy had admiringly shaken his head and mumbled, "Boy, you sure were good! June's always gripin' she can't get enough, but you really screwed her, man!"
As Kristina moved to the bed to try on her new birthday finery, her brother shuddered with an overpowering lust. Where only a momentary glimpse of plump naked June had fired him to achieve his first fuck, now he had ample time to detail his burgeoning young sister's tantalizing naked charms. His gaze fixed on the shallow wide dimple of her navel, then the suave curve of the lower abdomen which led to her almost bare pink, surprisingly fleshy cuntal lips. While the labia majora were deliciously plump, the secretive petals of her virgin vulva seemed delicate, furtively closed against any male invasion. At the apex of her cunt, he could make out the diminutive nodule of her clitoris. He gulped, his face hotly flushed, and he began to milk his prick with left thumb and forefinger, fantasizing what it would be like right now to shove his aching cock between those dainty soft pink lips and gouge his way along the tight, warm unprofaned chasm of her tender cuntal sheath.
Kristina, of course blithely unaware of being spied on, reached for the garter belt and tentatively tried it on. Adjusting it and tightening it, she giggled at the sight of the tabs dangling down her lithe pink thighs. Then, her face sobering delightfully, she selected one of the pairs of sheer beige nylons, seated herself on a little footstool near the bed, and began to draw one of the filmy sheaths on. Her mother had accurately remembered her dimensions. The stockings were snug, just right.
She beamed as she applied the tabs to the top of the nylon welts, very proud of herself. And it was true: already she had begun to look like a woman, with such a imagine, decorative stocking support fixed around her slim waist. Ingenuously, but with an unerring feminine instinct, she had stretched out each lovely leg in turn to draw on the nylon stocking. Her brother, by this time, was almost unable to hold back the burning load of jism which strained along his aching, bulging prick. He had to pinch his shaft with two fingers to suppress it.
Next Kristina put on the petticoat, turning to the mirror on the dresser to see herself. She was enchanting in this half-nudity. The white nylon fabric shaped out her loins and thighs and her lovely pink-sheened breasts were proudly bared and jiggling as she turned this way and that, admiring herself. Satisfied that the garment fitted perfectly, she removed it, went back to the bed and drew the white nylon panties up over her lush young hips. They were extremely snug, molding out the jouncy rounds of her bottom and even more lasciviously clinging over the well developed mound of her virgin cunt.
Donald Ainsley could not restrain himself any longer. Again with two fingers, he hastened the milking maneuver along his bulging prick, and, tilting his contorted face up to the ceiling, clapped his right hand over his glans to catch the torrential jet of viscous jism as he shuddered and swayed in the throes of ferocious cum.
Her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the feel and fit of the lovely grownup clothes her mother had sent her, Kristina swiftly donned the bra. She found it snug and decorative as well. Putting on the blue frock, she finally seated herself on the footstool and tried on the chic white high heeled pumps which had been included in the birthday package. Rising, she walked carefully, glancing down at the gleaming pumps with a look of coquettish wonder on her charmingly pretty face, then stood rapt with delight before her mirror.
Oh golly, don't I ever look grown-up now-just like a woman, Mother said! I wonder what Daddy and Don will say when they see me all dressed up like this? I'll bet Don won't tease me and treat me like a baby girl any more when he sees how old I look! But I wish Mother were here right now to see me, so I could thank her and hug her and kiss her-I sort of feel so alone now she's gone. And Daddy never talks about her, either. Gosh, I wonder why they didn't get along.
She turned to one side, admiring herself, then frowned. Oh gosh, I forgot all about my darned old pigtails. Well, it's almost time for supper, so I guess they'll have to stay the way they are. But tomorrow, first thing, I'm going to comb them out. Gosh, I-I feel so grownup, I want to look that way all over, too!