Bad Boys Anonymous

I guess I was looking out at the playground. In bed, it rained all day, but then when it stopped, it was getting dark. I was just getting ready to go out, when mom stopped me, and said it was too late.

“Huh!” So, I went up, got undressed, and ready for bed. When I lay down, I looked out my window. Over the back fence, and I saw this car there. These teenagers probably watched the sun set, but I was so busy getting dressed I didn’t really even look at all the pretty colors.

Since the cold front passed over east to west, I watched on the Weather Channel, but it must have been romantic, because they were making out. I giggled quietly to myself, but I guess my sister was still awake.

“Uh, what’s so dang funny?”

“Look,” I pulled the curtains back, and pointed. She got up, and came over to watch with me, so by the time I got turned around sideways to make room, he already had her top up. Her bra unhooked, and his hands on her chest.

“Huh!” She got down next to me, and put her feet up. So, they didn’t hang off the side of the bed, but we just watched, and didn’t say anything.

Then, she turned her head so he could kiss her cheek. Down her neck, and she held his head like a baby. Then, some stupid boys ran up, and ruined it. Pulling their pants down, and waving their junk at them, until the boy started up the car, and drove off. The girl pulled down her top, and held her arms over it, but then the boys ran off to the playground.

“Huh, we probably shouldn’t have watched that, either.” My sister got up, and went back to bed, but then I smelled something. I checked my panties, and sniffed my fingers. That wasn’t me, but then I heard a little. ‘um!’

She had her knees up, under the covers, and her hands between her legs. So I rolled over, and guess she got turned on a lot quicker. She is older, and she’s been doing that a lot longer.

Meanwhile, the boys dropped their pants again. On either side of the playground, so I only saw one’s butt, sticking out from under the slides. The other one was playing with himself, too I guess. Boys are weird. I mean, they just whipped them out and flashed that teenage couple, but now they’re too shy to beat off in front of each other?

Too bad they’re so far away, I couldn’t make out much more then just there arms, and legs. Their bright skin in the yellow park lights, but that was about it. Maybe a little shadow of fur around the one that was facing me, but he didn’t look up. If he had hair on his balls, and I bet he did, if he was old enough to go out after dark, and beat off with his boyfriend.

Okay. Boys/Friends. Maybe even best friends, but not really gay. Just horny, pumped full of hormones, and cum. So they get boners all the time, and have to whack off, at least 3 times a day.

I wonder if my brother knows them? He’s in high school, but I bet he doesn’t hang out with them, because he’s not a bad boy. He doesn’t smoke, or even swear around us. I heard him say “Fu,” once, but left the CK off, when he saw we’re listening.

I guess they finished, and pulled up their pants to run off. “Uh, um. Hey uh. Does that sort of thing happen very often in the park?”

I got stuck by the window, because it was cold, and drafty. She’s my big sister, so I couldn’t stop her making up her bed, by the door. So, that just left my bed over by the window, but “What do you mean?”

Maybe it’ll be nice when summer comes, and I can open up the window. I don’t know if I dare sneak out, but maybe? If there’s horny boys like that running around the neighborhood, and beating off around the playground. Maybe I can get a closer look.

“You know, dogging?” I rolled over, since she was done playing with herself, and shook my head.

“What’s that?”

“Well, in England, I guess. Mostly England, and Scotland, Ireland, and I think I saw one in Australia, or New Zealand. I can’t tell those accents apart.”

I sat up, “What are you talking about?” Then I smelled it. Not her, across the room, and under the covers. “Snh?” That had to be me.

“Huh, well I guess it’s called that, because of dog parks. People get together, and have sex. In public, and watch each other having sex, and they call that dogging.”

“Oh,” I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.” I looked back out the window. “That’s the school, not a dog park, but sometimes I see people walking their dogs during the day.”

“I know that,” even though she never went to that school. Nice school, but she’s going to middle school now. “I just said that it Started in Dog Parks. That’s why it’s called Dogging, but now they do it in Car Parks.”

“Car parks?”

“Sorry, parking lots, and garages. That’s just what they call them in England.”

“Oh wait, when did you see one in Australia, or New Zealand? You’ve never even been any further then Mexico.” With me, I was there, and I have my passport too, but I would know if she ever been halfway around the world.

“Huh!” She leaned over, and got her phone out. Unplugged it from the charger, and typed in [Dogging Girls Scotland.] I moved over to her bed, so she scooted next to her night stand. So, I had a place to sit down. “Here’s a good one.”

It changed it to [Scottish Dogging Voyeur] in the search bar, then she clicked on one that said [Sucking some Stranger at the parking *** Girls4cock.com] Then, she scrolled down, and tapped one on the bottom. [I Fuck Every Cock i can Find, wanne fuck me too? * watch me live on Girls4Cock.com siswet19]

“This one’s longer.” Pretty sure that’s the same girl, in the same dress. It’s white cheetah print, and really short. Barely more then a shirt, but she doesn’t have any pants on, or leggings. Pink bra, you can see down the front, and a black belt, but I couldn’t see her shoes. Looking at the camera, biting her lip, and leaning over the steering wheel.

“Huh, I can’t wait to get a car.”

“Oh, so you’re looking for some place to go, dogging?”

“Huh, yeah. You think I look like her?”

I looked closer, and pulled the phone over, but she was turned away. I had to slide it back, to where she looked at the camera, but. “I can’t tell.” It’s really bright, and a little blurry. Then, I remembered the boys. “There’s these boys out there.”

“Where?” she got up, and went back to the window, while I just held her phone, and looked at it. Then, I looked up at her bent over the bed, and the back of her night shirt slipped up. Bent over like that, and her panties pulled up over her butt, but I sniffed quietly, and crossed my legs.

“I bet you’d be really good at it.” So, we wound up switching beds, that night. She wanted to see if the boys came back, and I got to hang onto her phone. I got a little bored watching siswet19 fuck, and suck strangers. Honestly, it turned into a re-run, and I was pretty tired. So, I fell asleep and when we woke up, we moved all our bedding over to switch beds for good.

I did do a little reading. Not about dogging, and I don’t know why she even started putting on the stupid accent. I guess I figured out that I’m a voyeur, because they used that word, and I looked it up on google. I started reading about Exhibitionism, and Voyeurism on Wikipedia, then I finished or started over when we got up, the next day.

So, that’s how I figured out that my sister is an exhibitionist, and I’m a voyeur. So, the next time she got horny in bed, I asked her to pull down the covers. She even turned around to lean up in the window, and pulled her night shirt up. I tried playing with myself, a little but I didn’t know what to do with it.

I didn’t have as much to play with, I mean I had a sensitive spot, in the top. She pulled hers out to rub it with her fingertip, but I couldn’t do that yet. “UH!” It almost hurt, so she asked me, “What’s wrong?”

I asked her “How can you stand it?” and then she remembered.

“Oh yeah, it must be sensitive, is it really tiny?”

“I don’t know,” it didn’t even stick out. At all, I don’t just mean it was hidden in my crack. You couldn’t even see it, but I sure could feel it.

I guess she called it her “Fanny,” and her pubes “Ginger minge,” but I didn’t have any of that either. Oh yeah, and that Scottish girl, in the cheetah print. She wasn’t a redhead, or strawberry blonde like me. She wasn’t even a real blonde, so no. I don’t guess she really looked like her.

She gave me some tips, like pinching the outside, and pulling that. Up and down, instead of trying to touch it, directly. So, she did it her way, and I had mine, but I was so grateful for her helping me figure out, what worked.

Then one night, she woke me up. Turned on the light, and I covered my eyes, until I got used to it. When I peeked, she was up in the window. On her knees, and she had her night shirt up. She pulled it over her head, but not off. Just stretched between her shoulders, but then she pulled her shorts out.

On one side, she lowered it slowly, and then she stuck her hip out the other side. Pulled her shorts down that hip, and went back and forth. Slowly pulling them down to show off her ginger minge, but I got to see the back of her thong pull tight. When she pulled that down, then she rolled over, and put her legs up. Turned to turn off the light, and saw me watching her.

“Oh, you want to watch?”

I shook my head, “I already saw it. Unless you trimmed it into some special shape since last time.”

“Huh!” She rubbed it in, so I asked her to “Turn off the light?”

“Okay, but they left.”

“The boys came back?”

“Well, they’ve been back, almost every night.”

“Beating off?” She giggled, and sighed. Rubbing herself even harder. So, I stuck my fingers in, and pinched. Pulled it up, and down, trying to keep up with her fingers rubbing faster.

“Huh, yeah. Now that I gave them something to look at.”

“Did you see their dicks?”

“No, they just looked over the fence.”

“They didn’t look at each other, uh! Huh.” If she answered, I couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears. I think, that’s what it is. Sometimes, I hear it when I yawn real hard, but I wasn’t yawning.

I got my first O, and it was even better then I ever imagined. “Hhuh! Huh huh!” It took a while to catch my breath, but then I was too hot under the covers. So, I just pulled them down, and rubbed my tummy, because that felt good.

I didn’t realize it, right away until the next time I tried it. That reminded me what got me off the first time. I thought about the boys looking over. Looking down, and watching each other beat off. Like me, and my sister I guess, only boys.

I figure they’d probably think it was gay, to even look. I was starting to figure out my sexuality, though. I really liked to watch, but then it turned out to be kinda like a drug. My first fix was watching that siswet19 tart, slagging off strangers in her little cheetah print dress. Pink underwear, and her car.

Then, the boys came back, and my sister turned on the light again. So, they came up to the fence to watch, and it was like another re-run. So, I got up, I had to pee, so I went in the bathroom. Wiped carefully, and then I checked.

Nope, nothing. Just a pisser, as asexual as I was before puberty started. Okay, I kinda got a period. At least it was light but thinking about flecks stuck to my wrinkles, and cleaning them out turned me even more off. So, then I remember something I read at dad’s NA meetings. That’s Narcotics Anonymous, he got workmen’s comp for a few months. So he got to stay home in bed until his back got better, and he could still pay the bills.

He got on pain killers though. So, he had to go see a doctor, and did meetings for a little while. I had to go to one, and there was nothing to read out in the church room, except for pamphlets.
AA, NA, GA, but then he just stopped buying them. His prescription ran out, and he couldn’t get more without a prescription, so he just rode out the shakes, until he didn’t get them no more. For a while there, the pain got so bad that he had to take 2 of them.

That was a big mistake, because then when he started hurting again. 1 wasn’t enough, and that how pot is a gateway drug, I think. First you start out taking a joint, and then you start drinking, until one day you can’t have a good time without shooting up meth, but I skipped a few steps in there. Maybe it’s coke, and maybe it’s something else. Whatever speedballs are,
I don’t really know much about drugs, except I really don’t want to get addicted.

I didn’t realize that, I needed something better until it was too late. I was already hooked on sex, when I hadn’t even had sex. I barely even learned how to masturbate, and finish, but I guess because the way I learned. Also, I guessed it was like my brother was probably addicted to it too, and my sister. Well, she was still happy with 2 neighborhood boys to do it in front of, but she wanted to do it in front of me too.

She didn’t make me watch, but I was just. “Big deal.” So, it wasn’t as much of a thrill as the first time, for either of us. So then, I started looking for ways to get a better fix. I thought about sneaking out, and waiting in the yard, but it was still spring. Even if it seems like a warm night, it could rain again any time, and I decided that’s not worth the risk. Just in case they did come back to watch my sister dancing in the window.

She’s probably going to be a stripper, but I guess you have to start somewhere. Well, in a way she’s already stripping. Just not in a club, and only 2 teenagers for an audience. They got to be voyeurs too, but only for girls. I’m pretty sure.

So, then I tried to figure out where I’d even tie the bedsheets, so I could climb out, and maybe be able to climb back in again. On my sister’s bed, I knew that there was a board on the other side, because it used to be my bed, and we just changed blankets, pillows, and stuff. Then, I opened up the window to check out the gutter. There was this big nail, with a tube around it, but I yanked on it with both hands, and nearly pulled the gutter up on the little roof out there.

Now, I’m not very strong, at all. So, if I could do that, then it would probably pull the whole gutter down if I tied the bedsheets to it, but then my brother’s light came on. Over next door, or next window really. I climbed out, carefully, and got up on the roof between the window houses. From up there, they looked like 2 doghouses on a hill, only with windows instead of doorways. Shingles instead of grass, and I didn’t even think to put shoes on, but I forgot all that when I peeked around the window.

He had his phone out, and he got up off his bed. He had a boner, when he pulled his hands out of his pants, and turned around to bend over. With the phone on his bed, and propped up on his elbow. I barely got to see his boner at all when he pulled his underwear up, but then he bent over, and his pants started falling down.

I could imagine, he’s a boy. They’ve got it easy, just grip it, and shake it until it pops. “Uhuh! Beat it, whip that bad boy good, and hard. Beat it like a redheaded stepchild.”

Oh yeah, and I saw what he had on his phone, but it was just boobs. Big deal, boobs. I’d seen them, but I never actually watched my brother beat off before, and I had no idea that’s how he did it. It didn’t take long, so he stopped, and put his head down on the bed. I think I heard him moan, and he got down on his knees. On the side of the bed, that must have been some kind of big O, but it didn’t last very long.

At least to me, mine last a lot longer, but they also take a lot longer to get. I just kept pulling the pinch, waiting for him to get back up, but when he did. He already had his underwear up, and he pulled his pants up right after that. Grabbed his phone, and put it in his pocket on the way out.

“Huh!” So, I put it on hold, and went back inside to finish in bed, where it was safe. Even if I rolled out of bed, I wasn’t going to land on the patio furniture. I sure wasn’t going to get any workman’s comp, if I broke my back.

It turns out that he didn’t do it the same way every time. Other than the usual, grab it, and shake it until it shoots. So, for a little while it was fun to watch, and see what he did this time, until he repeated himself.

He showed off in the mirror twice. Took his shirt off, and flexed his arm to squeeze his muscle, then turned around, and pulled his pants down. Looking back at his butt in the mirror, but he didn’t get hard that way. It looked a little chubby, but I don’t think it was gay at all. Girls do that kind of stuff, only different.

You want to look sexy, if you want any hope of having sex with somebody else. Well, other girls, my sister practices in the mirror to change up her strip-tease for the neighborhood boys, but then I came up with a better plan. Well, first I made a friend, in the neighborhood. She lived around the other side of the playground, but she could see it from her yard too.

So, we met on the playground after school. Since we both lived around there, I pointed out my house, and what window was mine. She pointed out her fence, but she lived in a rancho style house. That’s all on 1 level, and she had bushes grown up over the fence. “Oh, so we better go over there, so you can show me.”

“Okay,” she had a nice yard, and garden. I mean, her mom had plants, and flowers. Her dad had trees, and bushes to trim, when the leaves grew back. They were still barely budding, but the bushes over the fence were cedar, and they didn’t have leaves to grow back.

“So, you can’t see my house, and my window from here?” You couldn’t see anything, not even on the porch.

“No, why?”

So, I got an idea, and grabbed a chair. “Let me show you,” we scooted 2 of them over to the boards around the side, and there was a big 2×4 on top, I can stand on. “I think I can climb up on the roof if you help me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, you might fall, and get hurt.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I get out on my roof all the time, and.” I just got the dirty giggles. “You know these 2 boys, that hang around in the school yard, after dark?”

She shook her head, “No, what do they look like?”

“Well, they’re older, too old to go to our school. Maybe the middle school, or the high school? If we sneak out at night, they’ll probably be there, so I can show you.”

It’s kinda creepy, how I talked her into sneaking out with me. To show off my sister, but also so I could spend the night at her house. Mainly because we could sneak out of her house, and get back in, because she didn’t have an alarm, and the patio was way out back. On the other end from the bedrooms, so her folks, brothers, and sisters wouldn’t hear us sneaking out.

I got a phone, and brought it, but then she giggled real loud, when my sister turned the light on. She had really been practicing, and shopping with mom. Well, mom, and dad. Dad made this bad joke, but the whole family went down there for spring, and summer clothes to wear.

“Is this a secondhand store?” He asked, and pulled back his sleeve. “Good, because I need one for my watch.”

The girl behind the counter didn’t get it. We got it, we just didn’t laugh because it was bad, and mom would just tell you not to encourage him.

They sold used underwear, though. Okay, it said “Vintage Lingerie” on the box, but still. Who would want to buy old used underwear? Other than a pervert, my brother and sister were practically fighting over it.

Oh yeah, and I caught him with a pair of mom’s panties once. He didn’t put them on or anything, but he rubbed his boner in his fist, wrapped up in the silky rayon satin fabric. He shot his wad in there too, so I could smell it when he stuffed it down in the hamper. I know, but they were clean, at least before he got them dirty. He stole them from her underwear drawer, but she had a bunch of those, just like it. She bought them in packs, but they were just plain old Nude beige satin underwear, without ribbons, or anything.

So, that’s where she found a negligee that fit her. It was like a nighty, but super short, and it had lace cups in it. Not like a bra, but those were see-through between the lacy flowers, and the fabric was almost see-through too. She was thirteen, and not completely flat. Not busty by any stretch, but enough to hang down a little when she stood up.

On her knees in the window, the lacy cups made them look even rounder, and you could see the shadow of her legs through the rest of it. She pulled it up to show the tops of her stocking, garter belt, and her ginger minge trimmed into a neat little heart.

“Hihihn!” My friend giggled, and then she couldn’t help giggling louder, so the boys heard us.

“Hey!” they turned around, but I finally got my own phone, for my birthday.

“Say cheese!” I had the flash on, and everything, but we both ran, before they got their pants buttoned up. Laughing loud, we got a good head start, but they didn’t split up. Until they got me cornered, and spread their arms out. Yelling “Get her, don’t let her go!”

“Don’t touch me!” I held the phone up, with my thumb ready to hit. Nothing, I bluffed. It was just the photo, but I thought quick. “If I hit this button, then it’s going right to the cops, and I’ll tell them you flashed me.” You couldn’t tell in the photo if they were pulling their pants up, or down, but they both had big boners. Well, they looked pretty big to me.

“Now we didn’t, don’t lie.”

“Well, who do you think they’re going to believe, you or me? Besides, I’ve seen you peeking in windows, you flashed those teenagers in their car uhm.” That was a while ago, and I didn’t take notes, or write anything down before this. “I’ve got a witness, you let her get away, and she’ll tell them the same thing.”

“No, don’t do that.” One of them put his hands up.

“You better delete that photo, or we’ll call the cops, and tell them you have childporn on your phone.” The other one said, but then the first one pushed him.

“We’re not children, stupid.”

“No, but we’re not 18 either. If you take pictures of teenagers under 18, it’s just as bad as child porn. The cops don’t know the difference.”

“Boys, uh!” I rolled my eyes, but while they argued the law, I got a chance to think up some demands. “I tell you what, I’ll delete it if you do something for me.”

“What?”

“Huh, I want you to get them out again. I just wanted to see your dicks, up close. I want you to beat off right in front of me, huh!”

“No way, don’t listen to her, she’s just trying to trick us into.”

The other one just unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them right down. “So what? You wanna look? Go ahead, and take a good look.” He pulled his shirt up, and stuck his hips out. I put my phone away, for later. Honestly, I just wanted the picture to look at, but I didn’t know it could be considered childporn.

“Huh, yeah. Now get it hard, I bet it’s even bigger when it’s hard. Yeah, beat it hard. Harder, beat the hell out of that bad boy!”

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