What was I thinking?

I didn’t even think about it, because nobody gave me any problems with what I wore to bed.

It was hot, so I had a fan up over my bed, and didn’t even bother getting under the covers. My shorts were cut off to little more than panties, and my top was old. Tight, and didn’t hang down low enough to cover up my tummy.

My brothers weren’t like, probably the kinda brothers you wish they were. Just scrolling through the stories here on the first page, but I’m not completely oblivious. I found this place, right?

Well, I was looking for sex stories, because I started puberty, and wondering about how people did it. I know the basic stuff, and also watched some porn, but a lot of it is like. “What was she thinking?” I mean honestly, even if you never even asked yourself before, watch 1 porn with a girl in it, and try to figure out what must be going through her head. (Besides 10 inches of BBC, of course.)

It never occurred to me what the answer might be: Nothing, she just wasn’t thinking about it. it gets in the way of the pleasure, but before I ever really started feeling erotic pleasure, I had no idea how it could take over your brain.

So that’s why I started looking for stories, where you can actually read what the girl is thinking, and feeling. It sure is hard to find a good one, where you can imagine an actual girl, that actually thinks that way, but I guess there are real sluts out there, in real life. They must be thinking something.

Then, one morning I woke up, and rubbed my eyes. I was hungry, but I didn’t have to pee or poop. So, I went downstairs and saw the whole family searching the living room.

“What’s going on?” The TV was on the Select: screen. So, you could switch between the internet, cable, Netflix, Amazon, Disney+, and everything.

“You know the TV remote?” My sister told me, and I said, “Oh.”

Then mom said “Somebody should probably go check the couch.” To nobody, but I didn’t smell anything but coffee. So I figured she wasn’t going to start breakfast, until we got the TV working. So, I went out to check the couch.

The old couch, at the curb. Dad got a new one of course, and just put it in last night, but then we went to bed. Everyone got up, and wanted to watch TV, or talk to someone on the internet, but the TV remote is the tiniest.

It’s only got 4 buttons in a circle, around a big button in the middle, because all you use it for is going through the menus like that, or turning up the volume. So, I pulled the cushions out, and checked under the arm. Then, I stuck my hands in the back to feel along, but nobody said for Me to go check the couch on the curb.

Nobody said anything to me about going out, dressed like that, either. I didn’t even put any socks on, let alone shoes, so I was barefoot. Probably still had bedhead, because I hadn’t even stopped by the bathroom to see it in the mirror.

“Looking for change?” Then Alex came out, from across the street.

“No, the TV remote, it must’ve gotten stuck in here before they dragged the sofa out.”

“Well, that’s cool.” He laughed, and I just kept searching. So, he pointed out his joke, “You’re not going to break a sweat in that skimpy little outfit.”

“Huh?” I looked down, and even felt the wrinkles under my armpits. So, I pulled the tight top down, and turned around. Covering up my boobies, and crossing my legs.

He looked up, but he didn’t wipe that dirty grin off his face. “Ew Alex!” I knew he was a perv, but I didn’t even think it was him at first.

“I’m sorry, but what are you doing out dressed like that if you don’t want me to look?”

I shook my head, and didn’t grin, but his eyes on me, and dirty grin were starting to make my face heat up. “I told you, looking for the TV remote.” Then my ears, and neck started burning too…

“Well, I can help you look. What’s it look like?” Seriously, the old top was about as tight as a training bra, and the cutoff shorts weren’t cut off as short as panties, but I drew a line straight out from the crotch when I cut them off. To cut them off exactly as short as I thought I could get away with, without my butt hanging out the back.

Also, crossing my legs like that made them bunch up in my crack, because I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I mean all the way up my crack, in the front, and the back. I had to let go my boobs to hold my hands up. “About this wide, and this long,” but giving him another look at my chest made my nipples swell up, so I could feel them in the shirt.

Of course, I got turned on watching girls get fucked, even while I got confused watching previews. They had longer clips, and even a button for the Longest, but I actually like the short ones where they just show a couple seconds of each position before it’s cut to show you all the stuff that all the men do to her, before the logo for the paysite comes on.

He dug it out from other the arm. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” He gave me it, so I could run back up to the porch, and stop. Look back from the door, and he looked up. I’m guessing from my butt, so I stuck it out, and even gave it a wiggle before I went back inside.

“Huhmn!” I covered my mouth, and giggled through both hands. Not believing that I did that. Any of that, I mean of course I was only half awake when I went out in, honestly the tightest, and skimpiest clothes I had. The rest of it though, I shouldn’t have even let him look once I knew he was there, let alone shaking my booty on the porch to encourage him.

I used to sleep naked, until I hit puberty, and really started to sweat. Shaving my armpits, because I’m a girl, and girls look weird with hairy armpits, but that means they get sticky, sweaty, and stinky if I go to bed. So, I have to get up, and put a shirt on, or tuck the sheet under my arms, which covers up my whole body, and now that it’s hot.

Oh yeah, and we kinda live in an attic. My sister and me, it used to be just an attic, but dad put up drywall over the rafters so we had a ceiling, and he admits that he probably should have put in insulation, but only after we painted the ceiling, and it’s only a problem in summer, when it gets really hot, but just looking at the calendar.

I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten this was about sex. This is my first try, so bare with me. Speaking of which, mom went off to the kitchen, and the family went back to fighting over the TV, so I went to my room, and took off my top. First, “Huh!”

I knew that my nipples were swollen, because last year, that was the first sign that I was going to start growing up. Some girls start their periods first, or sprouting pubic hairs first, but not me. Now, my nipples were really swollen, and so sensitive. I tried playing with them before, and figuring out how a boy might touch them if he got the chance, but I never got this much pleasure out of them before!

“Oh yeah!” I forgot all about my shorts, and didn’t bother running my hands down my body, to shimmy out of them all sexy like I practiced. I just got them out of the way to stuff my hand down the front, and feel how swollen I was in there too. “Oh, huh hmhn!” I covered my laugh, before it got too loud, but it felt good. Really really good. “Huh, no. You’re wrong Alex, they’re not cool. They’re hot for you. You like what you see, huh?”

Okay, Alex is a teenager, and closer to my sister’s age, but she’s like. Well, okay, if it weren’t for everything that went wrong last year, she would have already started college. Dad had the money, and everything, but they closed up, and she couldn’t travel last summer to even pick out a school, so she had to put off leaving a year.

Also, Alex kinda did stalk her. I mean, he’s too young for her anyway, but he left her really bad poems, and he thinks he’s clever, but he’s really not. “Oh, OH! ALEX? NHMMMMM!” I had to cover my mouth again, when I finally. I don’t know, what I did. The first time, it just happened while I was too busy, and distracted to really think about what I was doing.

I just hand my hand in my pants, and tried not to pinch my nipple, while I let the very end of it slip out, because that felt best, and can you even get orgasms just from 1 nipple? I don’t know, but whatever my other hand did in there, it sure did the trick. “Huh! Uh! Whew!” I gulped, and caught my breath.

“Donna?” My mom called, “You hungry?”

“Yeah mom, just a minute!” I grabbed the same top, and put it on. Then, I sniffed my fingers, Ew. Then I ran down to the bathroom, on the second floor to wash those off, and then I fingercombed my hair with wet fingers to eat breakfast.

Then, I went to take a bath, put on real clothes, and hang out with my family. Oh yeah, and Alex didn’t wear a mask, neither. I didn’t put one on, I didn’t even put shoes on, so I didn’t think about it, but this was in the middle of lockdown. So, we weren’t supposed to go out anywhere, unless you have a Hazmat suit handy, or you have to for some other reason.

So, then Alex came over to drag off the old couch, but he kept looking up at the window, and I stood there in the window, watching him drag off our old couch. The first place he ever talked to me, or even really looked at me, because he always had his eyes set on my big sister.

Knowing full well that I shouldn’t want him. Even if he wants me, and he didn’t just get a hard on for the first girl he saw in months, that kinda looked like my sister used to, 6 years ago. “Huh!”

About the time she started puberty, and really started to show that, she was growing boobs. Right, she started up front just the same as me, and back then you could go over to friend’s houses in a bikini if they had a kiddy pool or something to cool off in. So, that’s when we noticed he was following us.

I mean, my sister, but of course I had on my one piece and a towel over my shoulders to go swimming with her. Also oblivious to anything, even a little sexual beyond he likes her. She didn’t say that he liked her body, or she wanted to do it with her, he was just this boy that liked my sister. Maybe he wanted to kiss her, take her out to the movies, and hold hands.

Back before people were afraid to even get within 6 feet of each other. “Huh!” I just realize that, he didn’t keep social distance. He even sat down next to me, and stuck his hand down the side of the sofa. I scooted away, but that wasn’t any 6 feet away. It’s weird that nobody saw us together, either.

Not in my family, they were too busy worrying about who would get to watch what if they found the remote to think about me, outside. Dressed like that on the street, and bent over with my butt up in the air. No underwear on, and only the creepiest creep that ever creeped creeping up on me.

Behind me, maybe if it wasn’t broad daylight, he could have even grabbed me, and carried me off somewhere to molest me. “Huh!”

I know, I really shouldn’t want him to molest me, but now he’s closed the garage door, so there’s no use standing here. Thinking about him molesting me, when I bet there’s nobody in my room right now. It’s too hot during the day, so I might as well take off all my clothes. This time, thinking about how he might molest me…

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Donna (Gm)

Okay, I knew 1 thing he would want, and I didn’t want him to do. My cherry, I knew that if he popped it, he’d do it to hard, but I hoped that if I did it, then it wouldn’t hurt as bad. “MHN!” I just bit my pillow, and instead of thinking about his finger entering me, I tried to imagine him on top of me, how heavy he must be, and what that might feel like.

Let’s be honest, okay? He’s from a broken home, his dad is in jail, and his mom? Let’s just say she doesn’t fall down as much as she used to. She used to be “So clumsy,” and “Accident prone.” Then, her husband went to jail for some other crimes, and surprise. Her bloody lip healed up. She stopped wearing wrist braces, and making up excuses about how her arm got twisted that exact way.

I’m sorry, but I can’t really think of that many ways to twist your arm, the exact same way as maybe your mom would pulling you out of something you shouldn’t be getting into, to spank you. Not me, him. Alex, he didn’t just move in with his mom when his dad left. I’m not making any excuses, but what does that do to a boy?

Growing up with a man that gets mad enough to hit his mom, I’m guessing not being able to do anything about it, then getting the crap beaten out of him by his mom, because she didn’t have anyone else to take it out on? When her wrist wasn’t too fucked up. You know, now I have to wonder if you can hit someone hard enough to snap your wrist like that?

I shouldn’t want him, and knowing that he has a temper. Even having some idea of why he has such a bad temper doesn’t really help the fact that I do. I guess I have the same excuse that I made for him, when he started stalking my sister. He’s right there, across the street. My brother’s about the same age as him, so they used to hang out, but he ignored me.

Until he stopped ignoring me, and did that start some subconscious jealousy for my sister? Being so much older, I always looked up to her, and for a while there her bust was right in front of me. So, I looked at them, and they stared back at me from the future, but there wasn’t anything sexual there.

Then, she took me around the block, because this family got a new pool that was big enough for a whole bunch of kids to sit in like a reverse hot-tub. We even put the hose in the bottom, to swirl the water around like a reverse hot tub, but Alex never even put on any swimming trunks. He just saw us leaving, and followed us until we got there, then disappeared. Probably found some place to drop his pants, and spank the monkey, thinking about my sister taking that bikini off.

She had tanlines. That was back when we’re downstairs, in our old room where we had a window. Before dad bought the drywall to put a ceiling up in the attic, so he could have a home office to work from home. Then, she had her 18th birthday, and took all her birthday money to go shop at the toy store. The one you had to be 18 to buy toys at.

So, I found her dildo, and vibe pretty easy, but when I was 11, they were too big to fit. I had barely even gotten my cherry out of the way so I could start loosening up enough for 2 fingers, and I didn’t exactly have big fingers, but then I went down to get something to drink. I was thirsty in the middle of the night. So, the shingles had cooled off enough that it wasn’t that sweaty, but I’d already worked up a thirst.

Then, I stopped in the living room, and held the glass down. Looked at the coffee table, I didn’t bang my shin on in the dark, and then over at the window. The light I had to hold the blinds up to peek through and see the garage door open. Alex just sitting there on the couch, watching TV. He wasn’t smoking, but I knew that he went out there to smoke, on our old couch.

I’d been watching him for month, or trying to, but the only time you could see him was when he opened up the garage door, to let all the hot air out. With the smoke, probably pot smoke too, but he only ever smoked cigarettes with the garage door open, so nobody called the cops.

I know what I was thinking. I know exactly what I was thinking when I set down my glass. Looked down to see what teeny tiny tight teeshirt I had on, and pulled the wrinkles out of my armpits. Now’s my chance, I thought. To go out dressed like this, when nobody’s looking, so that’s what I did. I brushed the bed head out of my hair in the downstairs bathroom first, and then I went out, barefoot.

Wearing nothing but a too tight teeshirt that didn’t even cover my tummy, and too short shorts. No underwear, hoping he would take them off.

“Oh,” he looked up, and got up. “Hey, Donna?”

“Hey Alex,” I tried to lean up against the side of the door way in a sexy way. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.”

I looked around the garage. Up, and asked, “So, how do you close the door?”

“Why, do you want it closed?”

“Yeah, just in case anyone wakes up, like my dad for instance? I’m not supposed to be here.” Of course, he just had to reach up, and pull the door down slowly. So it didn’t roll too loud, or bang when it hit the bottom. “I’m not even supposed to go out this late, dressed like this. You like it?”

I pulled up my shorts, so they bunched up over my cameltoe, then ran my hands up my bare tummy, “Huh? Yeah, you look great.” God I love his dirty grin, especially when he’s not even trying to hide it.

“I’m hot, I’m so hot. I want you, but I’m scared.”

“Oh, don’t be scared,” he came over to put his arm around me, and didn’t even try to touch me. The way that I wanted him to touch me. “I know this must be your first time, so it’s okay to be a little nervous. You want a drink or something?”

“No, but.” I looked over at the TV/VCR he had on the coffee table. Pushed over sideways, instead of right in front of it, with a full ashtray, “Maybe if you have any porno to watch, it might help me get in the mood.”

“Sure,” he dug a tape out of the cushions. Just like that, he pulled the paper box off of it, and stuck it in the VCR, but by then, I already my hand down my pants. My other hand up under my shirt, and a nipple to pinch gently.

“Huh!” I couldn’t even see the TV when he got down in front of me. Put his knees down on either side of my lap, and pulled my shirt up to touch my titties. I didn’t care, I was too busy digging out the button on his shorts. Jerking the zipper open, and pulling his underwear down to grab his cock. “Huh, yeah!”

I can’t believe this is finally happening, and of course it’s not as big as I expected. He’s no porn star, and I’m not the size queen my sister apparently is, but I didn’t care that I couldn’t get both hands around it. I improvised, and stuffed my other hand down his pants, to fondle his balls, and roll them around in his moist hairy sack.

“Oh uh HUH!”

“Uh!” I can try to imagine what I looked like, with my eyes wide open, and my jaw dropped, but not like a pornstar, either. I barely had any warning for my first cumshot, but then I stuck my tongue out, and closed my eyes. I shouldn’t have bothered, because none of it even hit my chin, but it sure felt hot and sticky all over my chest. My tummy, and the rest kinda soaked into the front of my shorts.

“Huh!” He turned around, and dropped back down on the sofa. Panting, but he gulped, and said “Sorry,” before he gasped in another breath.

“Oh,” I looked down at my hands. “No, this is great.” Especially a big fat dribble that ran down my wrist so could lick it up. “Ymn! Snh!” Smell it, and get the last drop from between my thumb, and fingers, but that was barely a start. “Ihihihn!” I wiped it up off my tummy, and swirled my fingers around my nipples to make them slippery. “This is amazing!”

“You really like it, huh!”

“Oh, I love your cum!” I hugged him, and got it all over his shirt, but I didn’t think about what a waste of all that precious fluid it would be, until I had my body against his. “Huh, touch me, touch me all over my body, wherever you like. Yeah, you like my ass huh?”

“Yeah,” he gave my cheeks a good squeeze, then patted them together. “You’ve got nice perky little titties too.”

“They’re all covered in cum, so.” I pulled my shirt down, and patted it. Protectively, and also to feel it stick to my hot young body before I left. “Huh, so you’ll have to suck them next time.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Huh, maybe next time, you can lick my pussy, and I can suck you off.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’m too little to fuck, promise me you won’t rape me, and hurt me before I’m big enough to fuck. I want to enjoy it.”

“What? No, I wouldn’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, I like you, and I don’t want to hurt you. Why would you even think that?”

“Huh!” I just pulled the garage door up enough to crawl out. “Just promise.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Good,” I pushed it down before he could catch it, and slammed it loud enough for his mother to get up, and ask him about it. So, I could run off, laughing, and spinning into the cool night air. I didn’t go inside, but I couldn’t go far barefoot like that. So, I just stayed in the yard until the sun came up, and woke me up.

That was just the first time, and while we didn’t keep all our promises, they were really more like teasers, for next time. He sucked my nipples, and even learned exactly how I liked it the best with me.

He never raped me, but honestly, I never trusted him enough to really get the chance. There in the garage, there was plenty of stuff like buckets I could kick over, or empty beer bottles to break if I had to, but I never did really figure out his buttons.

I mean, I know you’ve heard that, “You’re just pushing my buttons,” right? Right, yelling it at the top of his lungs, before he hits her, as an excuse for beating his wife, because I had.

As if your wife, the 1 woman that could put up with you long enough to learn your buttons would ever hit that combo that sends her to the hospital, on purpose. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I don’t know what I’m thinking, whenever I take such stupid risks.

I’m not going to let him make me pregnant, because that’s exactly how he traps you in a marriage like that. I don’t want to trap another little boy, or girl in a relationship like that. I don’t even want to be in a relationship like that, but my body just won’t listen to me.

She knows what she wants, so I give her as much as I can, without HIM killing both of us. I’m willing to bet that Jealousy is one of those buttons. I dare not touch, but it’s a dangerous game, I’m playing with him here.

At least until I meet a decent guy, I can trust. Now that the Covid restrictions, and quarantine are up, I can actually start looking…

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