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  — When I Was a Kid —
  My mom and her new bf took me and my older brother. Us 14 & 15 camping. The bf had a daughter 15. Us kids were left alone at an isolated lake surrounded by rocks and pines while they went off and probably had sex. For us kids there wasn't much to do but be together. The girl, Amber took an intrest in my brother but Josh is real shy so she was the one making all the moves. She was always touching him. To make a long story short we built a fire on the shore at evening and Amber said we were going skinny dipping. By then Josh did anything Amber said. I was nervous getting naked in front of my brother, but when I started to undo my bra Amber smiled and stopped me. When my brother turned around he was butt naked and us girls wer still in our underwear. He was embarrassed but Amber made him stay that way. We went into the lake up to our knees but it was too cold. Amber pushed Josh and fell in getting completely wet. We laughed and hurried back to the fire. We sat and talked and Amber made Josh stay naked. I loved having him that way. It was great though he was really embarrassed. Later us girls slowly began to slip on our clothes until we were fully dressed but Amber told my brother just to sit closer to the fire which she kept burning bright. When she went to get more wood my brother pleaded to me to get his clothes which Amber had taken but I wanted him to stay naked so I told him to stop being a baby and just go alone with it and have fun. I scolded him and told him to stop covering himself because tonight the girls were in charge and get use to it. To my surpriGrass land commonly south of border. Got a Pepsi for you.se he felt ashamed and dropped his hands showing everything. When Amber came back I told her we had a talk and my brother would behave. After that we girls enjoyed the show. My brother blushed a lot but played his part as eye candy. That night we all slept in one pup tent with us clothed and Josh still named. We both felt his body. It was awesome. After touching about everything else I squeezed his ball and whispered in his ear that everything was ok. It turned out good for him too because Amber jacked him off twice and the third time she told me to take over her hand was tired. It was the coolest thing my brother just laying there while I played with him and controlled his orgasm. At dawn we took him down to the lake and bathed him. By the time we finished the morning sun glowed on his skin. I never thought a boy was beautiful until then. We let him get dressed then hiked up to the cabin where mom fixed us pancakes. I couldn't take my eyes off my brother remembering how much fun I had.
  When we got home we talked about it. Josh was still embarrassed but ok because I think he like being jacked off by two girls. After that I would sometimes watch him bathe. He would still get embarrassed but would let me stay. I still like seeing boys naked.
  #9563 — Comments (1) — 1/23/2011 at 10:19 AM — That's Juicy! (10) — That's Lame. (0)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  when i was a kid i bathed with my two cousins, both girls. we were about 8 or 9 before we stopped bathing together.
  
  when we got into our early teens, my cousin that is the same age and i, got it on for several years. we gave our virginity to each other, and we are still best friends and our bond is deeper than we have with anyone else. truly kissing cousins.
  #9560 — Comments (0) — 1/22/2011 at 7:20 PM — That's Juicy! (4) — That's Lame. (0)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  i started prob around 5 or 6 *im female* i would rub my crotch area until i had an orgasm. i didnt really understand i just knew it felt good. i would go into my dads room and look at dirty magazines and masterbate to pictures of the penis. I almost got obsessive with it i would do it in school. In class. I was actually caught by the teacher and she told me i wasnt allowed to do it in class. I stopped doing it in public. But prob around 11 or 12 i started flashing my crotch to people. In school i would wear skirts and open my legs so the teacher could see or in gym i would wear shorts with no panties. I only showed it when i was horny if i wasnt horny i would NEVER show i didnt have the courage to. I saw the teachers looking. mainly males. They never said anything to me about wearing underwear. i feel like i was way too sexual at an early age. is this normal?
  #9557 — Comments (1) — 1/22/2011 at 5:39 PM — That's Juicy! (9) — That's Lame. (1)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  When I was younger, my friend susan and I went to summer camp and she was a year older then me and a bit wilder. My parents thought it would be good for me to attend an all-girls camp and it would make me grow up. What my parents did not know is that the boys' camp was really just across the lake and a short hike.
  
  We spent the summer sneaking around and making out with the boys. There was a lot of heavy petting and my friend susan had convinced me to try giving a blowjob and had taught me how to do it and to pull out before he cums.
  
  I made terrific friends that summer of 1978 and I often wonder where some of those boys are today.
  #9556 — Comments (0) — 1/22/2011 at 4:46 PM — That's Juicy! (30) — That's Lame. (0)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  For a period of 2 years, when I was between 14 and 16, I thought I was gods gift to boys. I knew I was very pretty and after years of family and aquaintances telling me so, beleived it myself. I was probably only 13 when I first began flaunting myself by wearing what I thought were sexy clothes and bathing suits. I not only had young boys admiring my body but many times older men. I just loved it when I knew they were looking at me. I never really had real sex until I was over 18 but did masturbate quite oftn during those years. I did make out with some boys and did let a few of them fondle me but that was all. My biggest turn on was having the boys look at me and I was more of a tease then anything else. I think it was just before I turned 14 that I began letting my younger brother's friends see me in my bra and panties. It started with me hollaring at them and making it seem like it was their fault. I didn't do it to often at first but each time I did it became more arousing to me. My brother had friends over often and they played video games in his room. I wouldn't close my bedroom door or bathroom door all the way and began exposing my breasts at first. I would act as though I didn't know they could see me and soon began letting them see me fully naked. I don't know why this aroused me like it did but I would almost orgasm without touching myself. My brother did tell me a few times that his friends said something about it but I did have him beleiving I didn't know or it was their fault. I didn't give it much thought at the time but all the sudden my brother became one of the most popular kids at school and in the neighborhood. I didn't realize it then but the word must have been out that his sister was naked lots of times. My parents never got home until early evening so after school was when I did this most of the time. My grandmother was always their after school and most of the time in the summer months, but she hardly ever came upstairs. I can't remember now how many differnt boys were at my house when I did these things but there were many. I would intentionally remind my grandmother that my brother was suppose to cut the grass or do other chores just to get him away from his friends. I think my brother did see me naked sometimes but he never said much to me about it. Over those couple years there were three boys I can clearly remember who watched me masturbate. Two of them saw me doing it several times but I always did that when my brother wasn't around. The summer I was 16 was the most daring I ever was and so many of those boys saw me naked. That is when I let some of them see me masturbate but still always made it look like I didn't know they were there. When I started my junior year of high school is when it all came to an end. Some of my girlfriends and some girls I didn't even know to well began telling me their brother, thier cousin or someone else's brother had seen me naked. It never embarrassed me when they saw me nude but the fact that so many other people knew became humiliating. I tried as best I could to make them believe I didn't know what they were talking about and denied knowing any of them ever saw me like that. Then one of the boys in my class told mme his brother saw me naked. I did everything I could to make it sound accidental or make it sound like those boys who did see me were peeping toms. For the first time I regreted what I had been doing and it came to an abrupt halt. I'm 26 now and most of the "boys" who saw me naked over those years are now 22, 23, and 24. I see a few of them especially the ones who are still my brothers friends. They never say anything about it but sometimes the way they look at me and smile at me I know what they are thinking about. Today it embarrasses me and I can't believe I ever did that stuff. The one fortunate thing is that my parents never heard about it. A few years ago my brother rattled off the names of three guys he knew had seen me naked but even he doesn't know how many of his friends and classmates really did. Some of those boys I knew well but there were other I never even knew their names. I feel ashamed about it now but at the time it was so arousing to me. Today I would never do such a thing and would find it totally humiliating if a guy saw me naked. It was a dumb thing to do and now I worry when I see some of those boys and can only imagine what they think of me. Deep down I still hope they think I didn't know they saw me at the time. The ones who were my brothers closest friends probably saw me nude many times and they are the ones I fear suspect I did it intentionally.
  #9543 — Comments (2) — 1/19/2011 at 10:12 AM — That's Juicy! (4) — That's Lame. (4)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  My little sister Regan and I would always fight. It was more a test of wills than physical. In our early teens she was bigger than me and I didn't want her to know I was afraid of her or thought she could beat me so I just sounded tough.
  One Halloween when I was 14, her 13 she dared and kinda bullied me into changing clothes with her and going Trick or Treating, me as a girl, her as a boy. She insisted on dressing me, and picked out a really short skirt that barely hid my panties. I had longer hair which she made look like a girls and she did my makeup. I was embarrassed how pretty I looked. It made me feel fragile too.
  To make it a costume, she just put some angel wings on me that she had.
  My sister wore old blue jeans and a big t-shirt and my baseball cap that hid her face. She walked just like a guy and was real intimidating. Regan dribbled a basket ball and said that was her costume. I was wearing heals and had to walk carefully so she let me hold on to her arm to steady me.
  Right away she took charge, and I went way shy. When boys would walk by and look at me not knowing I wasn’t a girl I would hold tighter to her and was glad she was there.
  At several houses the adults told me I was a pretty little angel. I could tell by how my sister smiled that she liked hearing that. Regan enjoyed being the boy and dribbled the ball down the street while I walked carefully trying not to fall.
  After about an hour of Trick or Treating we just accepted our roles it became easy and we realized we weren’t fighting. We got along better with Regan in charge. As we headed back home two boys came by and thinking I was a girl said crude things about F-ing an Angel. One flipped my skirt up. Regan shoved him and told him to go F himself. The boy said, Make me, and Regan who was standing just a few feet away, threw the basketball hard hitting him right in the nose making it bleed real bad. Regan turned on the other boy and he backed away. She grabbed my arm and walked me passed them.
  We didn’t talk for several minutes. I could see Regan was mad. I suddenly realize that my little sister had protected me. Blushing I mumbled thanks. She hugged me and said she wouldn’t let anyone hurt her little angel.
  That night changed things. Regan took the dominant roll and I didn’t mind because I knew inside that was the way it was suppose to be. I was more comfortable with her in charge. We stopped fighting and became good friends. Afterwards when our parents were gone, Regan would bring me a dress and we’d play games where she was my protector and I was her delicate little girl. It wasn’t much of a stretch. I love my sister.
  
  #9539 — Comments (4) — 1/18/2011 at 8:37 PM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (6)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  When I was 16, my cousin (from Europe) and her parents visited our family at the cottage for a week. She was about 18 and not shy at all - she slept in the spare room which was next to mine in the basement.
  
  I was a virgin and on the second night, she came into my room and slipped under the covers. Within a few minutes she had her lips wrapped around my cock and gave me the most amazing head.
  
  The next day she told me that she would teach me about girls. We spent the week having sex in my bedroom, her room, the bathroom, the laundry room and even in the canoe.
  
  Whe she left, I jerked off thinking of her for the rest of the summer.
  #9518 — Comments (0) — 1/10/2011 at 3:15 PM — That's Juicy! (13) — That's Lame. (0)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  I used to sneak in to my brothers room and look at his penis while he slept when we were younger, he was 13 and I was 15. After a while I would try and touch is but if I ever did it for more than a few seconds or with more than just one finger he started to wake up. It wasn't until maybe four months later that I started getting aroused by it and then touching myself while I looked or after I felt him. after I couldn't stand it anymore I stole some generic sleeping pills from a walmart and put two of them them in a soda I brought him after dinner. I waited until our parents went to sleep and went into his room and took his pants off and spent almost half the night there. At first I just looked at him and felt what would become his manhood for a while. Then I touched myself while on my knees holding him in my free hand. I could feel his heartbeat while I did it. I had seen once that he hid some of his underwear so he could wash it himself so that no one would know he'd gotten cum on them and at that moment I felt like I was being unfair pleasuring myself when he didn't get anything so I tried to return the favor he didn't know he was doing. I must have spent an hour and a half before both of my arms and wrists were tired. I had given him to much of the sleeping pills and he couldnt feel anything. A week later I tried again and instead of using two pills I only used one but after a few moments of him starting to react he started waking up and I barely pulled his briefs up and got out of his room in time. It took me two more tries before I got just the right amount into him. The first time I watched my brother cum it was the most amazing thing I've seen to this day. He shot out in three spurts that covered my hands and dripped onto his stomach. The stickyness of it covering my skin brought me close to losing control and even the idea of the smell of it is something that still moistens my panties to tis day. I played with it on my hands like it was an exotic cold cream or lotion until it dried up and then I cleaned him up and went to the bathroom to wash and went to my room to cum again myself. I was hooked. It became a habit that I had to force myself not to indulge in every night. After the first time though I couldn't help myself and did it four days in a row. It wasn't until my mother made a comment about his sleep schedule having him waking up unusually early for a boy his age that I realized I couldn't continue like I was. It would become apparent something was going on and it might even have an effect on him. I restricted myself to no more than three times a week and even on the nights I wasn't doing that I could still look. It went on like that for almost two months until one night when I was having trouble reaching orgasm while I was in with my brother I stopped paying attention to how close he was to his and as the first of his semen arced upward towards his belly I jerked back and the last little drop of him landed on my right cheek about half an inch from the corner of my mouth. I immediately pulled away and wiped it off with my finger which didn't actually help because he had managed to get himself on my hand as well. So almost without thinking I darted my tongue out and licked it off of my cheek. Not believing what I had done a wave of taboo desire came over me and this unbelievably naughty act had to be pressed farther. I licked my hands as clean as I could get them and then started on his stomach. And to my surprise, he reacted to me licking him there because for the first time he started to grow firm a second time. I didn't even want to think about stopping myself, I just started rubbing him and when I thought he was getting close to release I pointed him at my mouth. I knew his orgasm wouldn't be as powerful as the first so I made sure that I was close, and I would give almost anything in the world to have a picture or video of that moment. I can't even imagine how filthy I must have looked, clothes off small specks of drying cum on my cheek and hands and me panting like a dog in the hope that my brothers cock will fill my mouth with what I need. All of a sudden his member gave a quick spasm and as it did the circumcised head of my brothers penis touched the tip of my tongue and I didn't even hesitate. I rocked forward and slid him entirely into my mouth. As it went in it left traces of his seed on the roof of my mouth and I swirled my tongue around him trying to lap at it. And all of a sudden it seemed my mouth was flooded with warmth. It was an almost indescribable orgasm that washed over me to meet his. Had it been any better and I wouldn't have noticed the flex of his hand or heard the slight moan escape him. Even knowing this it took me more than a minute to pull myself together and take him out of my mouth. And another minute to collect my robe and and pull his underwear up and almost run out as I saw him blink his eyes awake. I never knew if he woke up and realized what I was happening or if he did realize it I don't know if he knew it was me. I stopped doing it after that night, not out of shame but fear of if he does know what would happen with us, with the family or even with me. That was five years ago and I'm almost finished with junior college and planning on moving out when I do. I've never had sex with any boy although I've gone down of more of them than any of my friends would ever imagine, and every time I can't help but think of how much better it was with my brother. Sometimes, not often, I look at him while he's doing yard work or working out and can't help but wonder how much he must have changed down there, how good he must look naked. And more than that I wonder what it would feel like to give myself to him, to have him fill me with his warm deliciousness and to not have to wash it away or hide it afterwards. I have some spare cash and I can just buy the sleeping pills now. And I have a few months before I leave to get the dose just right.
  #9483 — Comments (1) — 12/30/2010 at 8:09 AM — That's Juicy! (14) — That's Lame. (4)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  When I was about 16/17, I would randomly daydream about how I would kill a nondescript, hypothetical person based on specifics such as motive, victim specs (habits and skills), location, and so on, how I would cover it up, and what my alibi would be. I also would daydream about how I would booby trap a house/alleyway/woods/whatever, and mentally design the mechanisms needed to make the traps work. Sometimes in great detail, depending on how bored I was. I still do.
  
  Don't get me wrong. I don't intend to ever carry out the idle imaginings. I don't even intend to have them, they come about when I get bored and my mind wanders. I'm not violent at all. A little piss-y at times, sure- but hey, I'm a teenager, female (damn hormones), and am on corticosteroids for weak kidneys (even more moodiness! yah! /sarcasm).
  
  I am an 18yo female of above average intelligence (133 IQ), and am not stupid enough to actually tell anyone I know about this, and am too shy and proud to seek help, not that I could trust it.
  
  Oh, and BTW: one of my spam prevention words is "spurple", which sounds really, really funny when spoken aloud.
  #9481 — Comments (0) — 12/29/2010 at 9:12 PM — That's Juicy! (4) — That's Lame. (2)
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  — When I Was a Kid —
  During my high school years I turned out to be the top girl-athlete in the sprint items, but my favourite subject was chemistry. We had a new teacher in the 11th grade who arranged the laboratory different so that his desk was at the back of the class and to maintain discipline amongst the boys he had them all in front at the black board with us girls at the back. He had the habit of moving among the rows to check on our experiments and standing behind us watching our progress. Our class was equipped with those bar-type stools with no backrest. At times he would lean over to point out something important which resulted in him making contact with our backsides. We all became used to this method until one day when I felt him pressing his crotch against me. I was stunned at first when I realised he had a hard-on and was softly pressing and rubbing it against my butt and I blushed and was too embarrassed to react. I just sat there and tried to concentrate on what he was trying to demonstrate on my bench. This took only a few moments before he stood back and went on to the next row. I was so glad that my position was in the back row of the class and nobody else noticed.
  
  This continued throughout the following weeks and he became more bold every time he stood behind me. Sometimes he would just stand and pretend to watch my experiment and for several minutes I could feel his hard-on rubbing against me. Fortunately he was very discreet and none of the others were ever aware of what was happening right there amongst them. Then one day he asked my to stay behind when the others left for mid-morning break. The moment we were alone he locked the door and asked me to bring my refrerence book to his desk. He then asked me to place the book on his desk and to place my hands beside the book. In that position I was bent over slightly. He took position behind me and the next moment he gripped my hips and I could feel him rubbing up against my buttocks. He clearly had a huge hard-on. Soon I sensed him fumbling behind my back and the next moment I felt his warm naked penis between my legs. He was soon breathing heavily while pumping furiously and within a minute he suddenly pulled back and I saw the cum dripping on the floor.
  
  That happened only on that one occation. The next year he was promoted and left for another school. Now, 20 years later, I still wonder if I was the only one of his pupils to get "the treatment".
  #9477 — Comments (0) — 12/29/2010 at 2:43 AM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (1)

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