Chapter 1
Stephanie and Sarah Simpson were going to be alone in the house overnight for the first time in their short lives.
They were, as a matter-of-fact, going to be left alone for a whole week, while their parents went on vacation to the mountains.
It had been a tough decision for Mr. and Mrs. Simpson to make, but they decided that their daughters were finally old enough to fend for themselves without having to hire a babysitter.
The girls were in their teens and it was the middle of their summer vacation.
They weren't nervous at all about being left alone in the big white house on Maple Street. They had thought that they were old enough to not need a babysitter for quite some time.
Stephanie was the older of the two, and she had been left in charge in case anything went wrong.
Next to the black desk telephone in their daddy's den was a phone number that they were to call in case of an emergency.
But Stephanie didn't anticipate any emergencies and she was looking forward to a solid week of having no one to tell her what time she had to be to bed.
As long as all of the chores got done by the time her folks got home it would be cool and everything would be fine.
Stephanie even thought she might call up some people and have a little party with her friends.
She would have to be careful if she did this, because she knew there would be hell to pay if anything got broken.
Stephanie was at that odd age when she didn't know if she was a little girl or a full-grown woman.
There was still a part of her that wanted to go out and climb trees, or maybe play softball with the kids.
Yet there was an ever growing part of her that felt a growing need for hot sex. For a couple of years she had known that her body did strange things when she thought about the handsome boys in her town.
Her nipples would get hard and erect, and they would yearn to be touched.
She could feel a tingling between her thighs, and she would be able to feel the blood pumping down her body into her cunt.
Her pussy flesh would become fully engorged with blood and would swell.
Her natural pussy lubrication would start to flow freely, and she would frequently get a wet stain in the crotch of her tight white panties.
Her little clit, at the top of her cunt, would get erect also, and protrude from beneath its flesh sheath.
Yet Stephanie Simpson had remained a virgin, thinking herself not old enough to face the responsibility of a sexual relationship.
Her chastity was not aided by the fact that she was an extraordinarily beautiful teenager.
Stephanie stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
She was built on a small frame and weighed only ninety-two pounds even when she was soaking wet.
She had long chestnut colored hair that flowed in waves over her shoulders and down her back between her shoulder blades.
She had the face of an angel. With big brown eyes that danced whenever she was excited.
Her eyelashes were very long and licked gently at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her nose was a tiny button, and was turned up a little at the end.
Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and sensuous.
She had pouting lips, and many of the boys in her town thought she looked like she needed to be kissed very badly.
But few boys had ever kissed Stephanie, though many had tried.
Stephanie tried to stop boys before they got her too horny.
She was afraid that if she let things go too far, it would start to feel too good, and she would be unable to say no.
She was afraid if she let boys touch her breasts or down between her legs, where she was especially sensitive, before she knew it she would be going all the way.
In spite of Stephanie's petite torso, she had large breasts.
They would have been very big tits on a girl of any size.
But they were particularly large considering her tininess.
In spit of her breasts' size, they did not sag a fraction of an inch.
They stood out straight and firm as they rode high on her chest.
Her nipples pointed slightly upward at the tips, especially when her nipples became hard and erect.
Her waist was very, very slim, yet her hips spread out and were wide.
She had the perfect hourglass figure of a full grown woman.
Her legs were shapely, with thin thighs and ankles, and she knew that she looked very good in a pair of high heels.
When Stephanie walked she swung her round ass from side to side with all of the grace of fine poetry.
She was the kind of girl that made boys ache for her when she wore a pair of tight designer jeans.
She liked to wear her jeans as tight as possible, and she wore them so tight that sometimes it looked like she had put them on with a can of dark blue spray paint.
She knew that boys often went out of their way for the honor of walking behind her so they could see her ass.
She had seen boys cross the street, or make a u-turn, just so they could admire her walk from the rear view.
She knew that she would have no trouble finding a boyfriend when she felt she was ready.
She could have any boy she wanted whenever she wanted him.
And even though it made her blush to think about it, she knew that many of the grown-up men desired her also.
But she knew that she would have to be very careful when she went about the task of choosing her first lover.
She and her sister lived in a small town south of Rochester, New York, called Scottsville.
It was tiny little village and the sort of place where a girl could do a great deal of damage to her reputation permanantly.
She knew enough about boys to know that they weren't always so great at keeping their mouths shut.
She knew that a lot of time in the high school locker room was spent "comparing notes" and divulging secrets.
She had a few girlfriends who had gone all the way with boys, and pretty soon everyone knew they were the kind of girls who "put out."
Stephanie knew that she had a reputation as a dick-tease, but she figured that was okay considering the alternatives.
Scottsville was built on the junction between the Oatka Creek and the Genesee River.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white and had green trim.
All of the streets were lined with Maple trees, so they looked like green tunnels in the middle of the summer.
It was Friday night, and the girls' parents had just taken the car and left for the mountains. Stephanie had a lot of plans for how she wanted to spend her week, but she knew what she had to do first.
She had to go up to her room and play with her cunt until she gave herself an orgasm.
She was so horny she could feel the stain on her panties growing rapidly.
Her cunt and her nipples ached horribly, and she knew that she would not be able to think straight unless she gave that sexual tension a release.
Sarah, a full year younger than Stephanie was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in front of the color television set.
She was munching on a juicy peach and watching cartoons on Channel 10.
The peach was very juicy, and Sarah had to use the back of her hand to wipe the spilled juice from her lips and chin occasionally.
Though Sarah was only a year younger she was not nearly as developed as Stephanie.
Sarah's tits were just forming, and they sat, perfect palmfuls, high on her chest.
She had the same petite body, but there was still a lot of little girl left in her facial expressions and her mannerisms.
She too was starting to feel a desire for boys, but the feeling was new, and it confused her.
Unlike her older sister, she had never masturbated, and she often had trouble getting to sleep at night because of the ache she felt in her loins.
"Sarah, I'm going up to my room to read for awhile," Stephanie said, standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the railing with her left hand.
Stephanie had long slim fingers with long fingernails.
Her fingernails had been carefully manicured so that they were all the same length.
She painted her fingernails a deep red color, which she thought went very well with her fair complexion.
She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans with a plethora of sewn on patches covering the faded ass.
Her legs were tanned and shaved smooth, and she was wearing a pair of open-toed, spike high heels.
Those shoes revealed the fact that she had very cute toes.
Her toes were all very close to the same length and they were on the chubby side.
She painted her tiny round toenails the same color as her fingernails.
Sarah's hair was a lot lighter than her older sister's.
She was a honey blonde, and she had her hair cut short, into a pixie.
Her hair did not have the thick waves of Stephanie's.
Instead it was perfectly straight and silky smooth.
She wore it in bangs in the front, so that it often got into her eyes, which were also big and brown.
Sarah had her fingernails filed down short and wore no polish on them at all.
"Yeah, okay," Sarah said, not paying much attention.
"If you want to come up for any reason, knock first!" Stephanie said, and galloped up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Sarah shrugged and sucked on her peach pit noisily.
The second Stephanie got into the bedroom that the two girls shared, she kicked off her high heels and wiggled her toes.
She shut the door firmly behind her. She wished there was a lock, but her father had never put one on and she didn't know how to ask him to without arousing his suspicions.
Just thinking about touching herself in an erotic manner made Stephanie's cunt turn into molten fire with desire.
She quickly pulled her tee-shirt up over her head and threw it carelessly into a corner of the bedroom.
She unsnapped the single snap that held the top of her cut off jeans together, and pulled down the zipper to her fly.
She then hooked her thumbs under the top of her jeans and the elastic to her panties at the same time.
She had to wiggle her hips a little from side to side to pull them down.
The crotch of her panties were so wet from her spilled natural lubrication that they had crept up between her swollen cunt lips.
She sighed as the material came out of that little slit.
She sat on the edge of her bed and pointed her toes as she removed her pants and panties.
She tossed them into the same corner with her tee-shirt, and for a moment just enjoyed the feeling of being completely naked.
She quickly got up and pulled the curtains so the room was darkened.
The days were long, and though the sun was getting low in the west, it would be a long time before it would get dark.
She returned to her bed and placed her two pillows on top of one another.
She punched the top pillow with a tiny fist to make a little indentation in the middle. Then she rested the back of her head in the hole she had made and stretched out on the center of the bed.
Stephanie had found that she was masturbating more and more frequently as of late.
At first she had only done it in the shower so her sexual cravings would not keep her awake at night.
But during the previous spring semester she had found herself so horny in class that sometimes she had to sneak into the girls' room and give herself a quick orgasm between her classes.
She found that she could bring herself to climax very rapidly by diddling her clit while straddling the toilet seat.
But that was when she was in a hurry and worried about getting caught touching herself in an impure manner.
On this late afternoon, she figured she had all of the time in the world.
She preferred to masturbate as slowly as her patience would allow.
She knew that her climaxes were a lot better if she took a long time to achieve them.
The greater she built up her sexual tensions, the better it felt when they were finally released.
When she had privacy and time to kill, she liked to explore her body's potential for giving her pleasure.
There were many parts of her body that responded with pleasure to her touch other than just her cunt.
She was still discovering new ways to make her lust grow, and she thought of her long masturbation sessions as a learning process.
She wanted to learn about her own sensuality and sexuality as much as possible.
Not only because it felt better than anything else she could think of, but because she thought it would make her a better lover when she got around to actually fucking with a boy.
Stephanie started by gently rolling her fingertips over her hard, erect nipples, using a slow circular motion.
She heard herself gasp with pleasure and she could see her tits heave up and down as she sucked in air.
Her nipples quivered under her gentle caress as if they had minds of their own.
She could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.
Her skin became covered with gooseflesh when she touched her nipples.
Her breathing increased, and she could feel her heart start to pound.
By the time she was done her heart would be pounding so hard it would be threatening to beat right out of her chest.
Stephanie could feel her toes curling under slowly.
She had noticed that her toes always did that when she was sexually aroused.
She felt as if she were clawing at the red bedspread with her toes.
Stephanie drew her legs up slowly, bending at the knees.
She opened her thighs as she did this and pointed her knees at opposite walls of their double bedroom.
She looked around and saw the many posters of rock stars that plastered the walls.
She then closed her eyes gently so she could concentrate solely on the pleasure she was giving herself.
She touched her nipples lightly with her fingertips for quite a while and then got her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
She gave each nipple a sharp little pinch, and this sent little ripples of joy up and down her spine.
She shivered and she heard herself let out a deep moan as she emptied her lungs of air.
She pulled on her nipples until the skin was stretched tight, then allowed them to snap back into place.
She pulled and pinched at her nipples hard enough so that it hurt a little bit.
But she didn't mind a little pain when she was this sexually aroused.
It was as if her mind translated the pain into pleasure before it got to her brain.
Or perhaps her horniness made the pleasure and pain combine into a new sensation, a sensation without a name, one filled with great joy.
She could feel her horniness growing in leaps and bounds at that point.
The pressure in her lower abdomen was severe, as was the ache in her cunt.
Her clitoris was very erect and quivered with anticipation at the top of her virgin pussy slit.
Her cunt juices were flowing so freely that they were spilling out of the base of her cunt.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the bedspread in between her open thighs.
She had lubricated the crack of her ass from the sex honey that had spilled from her sweet snatch.
Stephanie pinched and pulled at her nipples repeatedly, and looked down to admire how large they had grown.
She was breathing rapidly, totally unable to take a deep breath.
She was panting like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.
Stephanie spread her slim fingers far apart and placed her palms over her tits.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing against the center of her palms.
She tried to see how much of her tits she could grasp at the same time.
But her hands were so little that she couldn't grab all of them at the same time.
Still it felt great, and she gave each of her tits little squeezes in a rhythm that was meant to simulate the throbbing she was feeling in her cunt.
She then sunk her fingertips into her tit flesh and fondled her own tits lovingly.
She held them firmly and moved them in a slow circular motion.
First she pushed them upward, and then rubbed them together, so that her cleavage became deep and sexy.
Then she pulled them apart, so that her nipples were pointing upward.
Her full, pouting lips fell open and moved in the air.
She looked as if she were kissing an invisible lover.
Her eyes were closed more tightly, and she could feel a vein in her temple dilate and begin to throb.
Her face felt hot and she could tell it was turning beet red with the flush of sexual awakening.
She could feel a thin layer of perspiration form all over her perfect torso.
The air was filled with the scent of her own sexuality.
She could smell her own cunt juices as they dripped from the parted lips of her virgin pussy.
She loved the odor of her womanhood, and felt dizzy and slightly intoxicated when she smelled it.
She could feel her mind focusing in on her sensations. She could think of nothing but the pleasure she was feeling and the intense orgasm she knew she was going to have.
She took her hands off of her large tits and used the tips of her fingernails to trace a slow crooked line down the flat plain of her belly.
She traced a circle around her concave belly button, and then explored the inside of her navel with the ball of flesh at the tip of her finger.
This felt a lot better than she thought it was going to, and she heard herself making a tense gurgling noise in the back of her throat.
The muscles in her legs began to get taut, and her knees opened and closed a little as she touched her abdomen.
She knew that every muscle in her body would be as taut as it could be before she would achieve the ecstasy of her come.
Stephanie's pubic hair grew in a perfect inverted triangle.
She knew that her patch of pubies was so neat it looked like she had trimmed it.
But she knew that that was the way it grew naturally.
From taking gym with the other girls at school, Stephanie knew that she had less pubic hair than other girls her age.
Many girls had hair that spread out onto the insides of their thighs.
They had to shave this in the summer time so it wouldn't spill out of the sides of their tiny bikini bottoms.
She also knew that many girls had a lot of pubic hair growing on the outer lips of their cunts and in between the cheeks of their asses.
But Stephanie was totally bald on either side of her vulva and in between her round firm buttocks.
Stephanie ran her fingernails down her sensitive abdomen until she was just touching her triangle of pubic hair.
She shuddered and let out a deep groan of pleasure.
She ran her fingers through that soft chestnut colored hair.
She tugged at individual hairs and felt the muscles in her neck become tense with expectation.
She twirled locks of hair around her forefingers. Her pussy was begging to be touched, but she resisted the urge.
She wanted to explore her body's erogenous zones a little more before she allowed herself that ultimate release.
Stephanie pulled her fingers out of her pubic snatch and placed her fingernails at the tops of her thighs near her knees.
She then ran those fingernails lightly down the insides of her thighs.
She came very close to touching the outer lips of her cunt, but she stopped just short. Her whole body was tingling.
She clawed at her inner thighs repeatedly, leaving red streaks on the supple flesh.
She tickled herself gently on the smooth skin behind her knees, and this felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Then she could feel the yearning in between her buttocks.
Her sweet tight ass-hole was buzzing with a need to be stroked.
She could tell that her inner bowels were aching, and that meant her body wanted her ass-hole to be penetrated.
But she was afraid to stick her fingers up her ass-hole because of her long nails.
She didn't want to scratch the sensitive internal flesh.
But she knew that when she lost her virginity, she would also want to get fucked in the ass.
She didn't know if that was perverted or not, but the ache she felt in her bowels told her it had to be natural and good.
She lifted her feet up off the bed and drew back her knees until the fronts of her thighs were almost touching her erect nipples.
She then raked at her white, milky buttocks with her fingernails, before gripping her ass cheeks and kneading the flesh.
She was moaning each time she exhaled, which was frequently, and the moans were becoming louder all the time.
She was not at all self-conscious, and it never occurred to her that she was moaning so loudly she could be heard downstairs.
With her left hand she pulled her ass cheeks open as far as she could.
She separated those tender cheeks until the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She then used the four finger on her right hand to explore the damp area between her ass cheeks. A lot of her cunt juices had dripped in there, and the crack was wet and slippery with lubrication.
She touched her ass-hole lightly with her fingertip.
This felt so good her hips bucked wildly upward, her weight on the small of her back.
She let out a sharp scream as she rubbed her ring of ass-hole muscle gently.
Her cunt was burning so much, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer.
She slowly lowered her feet back down to the bedspread.
Her thighs were still open at a ninety degree angle and her cunt lips were parted.
Downstairs, the cartoons were over, and the news had come on.
Sarah turned off the TV and she could hear the sounds Stephanie was making from above.
The sounds made her curious and she listened trying to figure out what they were.
When Stephanie let out the sharp scream, Sarah moved to the bottom of the stairs.