Sexy Fun Times/Five/Boy/Breakfast/Jenny
Aunt Mary is your Mum's sister and she is really nice. She is quite small but the sort of person that makes you pay attention when she speaks. She has dark, almost black hair cut short and always wears big earrings. Jenny is dark too, but her baby sister, Lizzy has curly, fair hair and bright blue eyes. Now that Lizzy is three years old and can run about, she is a lot more fun than when she was a baby.
"I'm expecting someone in a minute, so please keep the noise down," Aunt Mary says.
She works for a charity that helps people with money. She goes through all their cards and stuff and tells them how to get it sorted out. The doorbell rings and she lets someone in. There is a conversation and she calls Jenny. "This is Rory," she says, pointing at a red-haired boy, about ten years old. "Is it okay if he comes up for an hour while I talk to his mum?"
Rory comes into the bedroom looking around. We sit on the bed, looking at him. Lizzy goes over and stares at him. He looks okay, thin and gangly, with knobbly knees sticking out of a pair of shorts. He took his shoes off at the door, so his feet are bare and a bit grubby. "Hello," he says.
"Hewwo," Lizzy says and runs off, giggling.
Jenny introduces you and then no one says anything for a while. "It's, err, a nice room," he says, eventually, still standing in the middle of the carpet. You all start talking about school and stuff and he tells you that he hasn't got a dad. "I don't either," Jenny says and you talk about that for a bit. Then, out of the blue, he says "Do you ever do stuff together?"
"What do you mean." you say.
"You know, playing with each others privates."
We look at each other and giggle. This is turning a bit weird. "No, that'd be rude," Jenny says, blushing bright red. Lizzie climbs up on your lap.
He looks at her. "I bet you do."
"Well, we may have done something," you say.
Rory pulls the front of his shorts down and his willy pops out. It's not as long as a pencil, but quite a bit thicker. He stands there, facing us, holding it in his hand. "What do you think," he asks. We both shrug. ""You can touch it if you want."
He moves closer and we both realise that he really wants us to touch it. You poke it with a finger, but Jenny grabs it and gives it a squeeze. "It's bigger 'n yours," she says to you.
"I am older." he says and looks at Jenny. "Will you show me yours?"
"Girls don't have willies," Jenny says, scornfully.
""I know that. Girls have pussies. They are real cute?"
"Why do they call it a pussy," you ask."
Rory shrugs. "I dunno," he says. 2Why is this called a cock?"
"Why do you want to see my, err, pussy," Jenny says.
He goes a bit pink. "I dunno, jus curiosity."
"That killed the cat," Jenny says with a nervous giggle. Then you both burst out laughing.
"Woss so funny," Rory says, looking cross.#
"Cat,pussy, pussy cat," you splutter. You look at Jenny. "What choo think?"
Like you, Jenny is wearing shorts and a T-shirt. She stands up and pulls her shorts and knickers down together.
Rory looks down. "Can you sit on the bed and open your legs so I can see better," he asks. Jenny sits on the edge of the bed and you can tell she likes this game.
"Wos she doin," Lizzie asks. Your willy is stiff and Lizzie is sitting right on top of it.
"I still can't see," Rory complains.
With a sigh, Jenny frees one foot and opens her legs. Rory has got his hand wrapped around his willy and is sliding it back and forth quite fast, and suddenly he makes a gasping noise and his whole body shudders like Amy Johnson did when she had a fit in class.
"Are you all right," you ask. He nods and pulls his shorts back up. Suddenly, he seems to have lost interest so you and Jenny get dressed as well. "What was that about," Jenny says.
"I cummed," Rory says.
"What's cummed," Jenny asks.
He looks superior. "You're too little to unnerstand."
A few moments later his mother calls up to say she is going.