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I wriggled against his hand.

"I'm sorry." he said in this terrible pitiful voice.

"Rub it and make it better, then." I said, breathlessly.

He began to rub my bottom in soft, gentle circles.

"There, the red has gone away ... almost."

I sat up and grinned at him. And then ... I kissed his cheek. I didn't know what possessed me. But I figured it out later. We had both had our first erotic feelings, at least first with another real person. Strange that they came in a painful act, but there it was. I thought of that late at night and rubbed my bottom and then rubbed my slit and felt good ... Like I say, my brother is cool!

Mom started buying nicer panties for me, I don't know if I actually asked but I probably did. I just came home from school and there was a sack on my bed from one of the nice stores. In it were five pairs of panties. There was lace and the only cotton was in the crotch, the rest was very silky. I wanted Akin to see them as soon as possible. I put on a pink pair and the silky fabric was a sensual thrill against my body. I really felt like a girl ... I kept touching them to make sure they were real the rest of the day.

The next day after school, we were alone in the house again. I was wearing my new pink lace panties and I took off my jeans and put on a short skirt instead. I sauntered into Akin's room and asked for help with a math problem. He's a genius when it comes to Math, of course. He sprawled on the bed to look at the problem and I sat on the end with one leg off the bed and the other knee crooked on the bed.

"Oh, this is simple, give me a piece of paper!" he said. I swung off the bed and got a pad from the desk and returned to sit cross-legged facing him. He sat up and took the pad. But his face was red as an apple and I knew why. His eyes would creep back to look up my skirt and the lace panties. He finished the problem and leaned toward me to explain it.

"You're going to get another spanking if you sit like that!" he said, his voice tight.

"What?" I feigned innocence.

"You aren't sitting like that at school with that skirt, are you?"

"No ... it's just comfortable here ... when it's just you and me."

"Well, cover up, I can see your panties, for God sake."

"They're new. Did you notice?"




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"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.

"Make me!" I said, teasingly.

"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.

"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."

"Is not!" he laughed.

"is too!" I taunted him.

He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.

He spanked my skirt.

"Doesn't hurt!" I said.

he pulled my skirt up exposing my white cotton panties and gave me a gentle swat.

"Doesn't hurt!" I taunted again, starting to giggle again.

He spanked harder and I noticed he left his hand on my bottom.

"Now?" he said, his voice choked a little.

"No."

He spanked harder my soft bottom in my white panties.

"Now?"

"No"

"You're asking for it!"

"I know!" I said in my tiniest voice.

"OK." he said. He pulled my panties down and I felt the cool air over my bottom.

"Are you going to keep your skirt down?"

I shook my head.

He swatted me and it made a loud clap of bare hand to bare bottom.

"Oh, God, did I hurt you?" he said hurriedly.

"No..."

He spanked me again and his hand stayed on my bottom.

I wriggled against his hand.

"I'm sorry." he said in this terrible pitiful voice.

"Rub it and make it better, then." I said, breathlessly.

He began to rub my bottom in soft, gentle circles.

"There, the red has gone away ... almost."





Too Young to Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.

"Make me!" I said, teasingly.

"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.

"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."

"Is not!" he laughed.

"is too!" I taunted him.

He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.

He spanked my skirt.

"Doesn't hurt!" I said.

he pulled my skirt up exposing my white cotton panties and gave me a gentle swat.

"Doesn't hurt!" I taunted again, starting to giggle again.

He spanked harder and I noticed he left his hand on my bottom.

"Now?" he said, his voice choked a little.

"No."

He spanked harder my soft bottom in my white panties.

"Now?"

"No"

"You're asking for it!"

"I know!" I said in my tiniest voice.

"OK." he said. He pulled my panties down and I felt the cool air over my bottom.

"Are you going to keep your skirt down?"

I shook my head.

He swatted me and it made a loud clap of bare hand to bare bottom.

"Oh, God, did I hurt you?" he said hurriedly.

"No..."

He spanked me again and his hand stayed on my bottom.

I wriggled against his hand.

"I'm sorry." he said in this terrible pitiful voice.

"Rub it and make it better, then." I said, breathlessly.

He began to rub my bottom in soft, gentle circles.

"There, the red has gone away ... almost."





Too Young to Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

Episode Two -




Too Young to Love




Sometime around the age of 12 or 13, the quarrels and fights between my brother Akin and me seemed to fade into unimportance. Up until then our sibling rivalry had been intense. Now he suddenly looked like a handsome knight on a white stallion to me. And I had somehow become his princess to be protected. Well, at least most of the time...

I don't know what changed, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that my struggles with becoming biologically a woman coincided with his passage through puberty.

Akin was a little more than a year older, but in school we were just a year apart. He played football and basketball and was a bit of a computer nerd along too. But I'm getting ahead of my story.

I got my first period two months after my thirteenth birthday. About 6 months before that I noticed that Mar's underwear sometimes had a stain in the front. Somehow, I knew this mysterious stain is not something I should ask about.

I know now that he had "wet dreams.' I've looked that up on Google, so I had found out all about boys and their joysticks and ejaculation. I figured my period was something similar, only with Akin it happened anytime. And he didn't have any cramps with his But that's another story.

I also noted that I no longer minded that he stared at my breasts. When I first got them, it embarrassed me that they stuck out and it really bothered me that Akin would look at them jutting through my T-shirts. Now all that has gone and I rather like him looking at them.

The truth is, we had already had a few "show and tell" sessions when we were by ourselves on quiet afternoons. Our parents' bedroom was on the first floor and ours were next to each other on the second floor, so we could have private time if we wanted to be quiet.

Of course, Akin would never start it. It was always up to me. Except that when I got my period for the first time, Mom took him aside and told him! I was mortified.

Akin reacted for about three days every time he saw me. But thinking back on it, it was nice because I didn't have to tell him and he secretly gave me a nice hug when no one would catch him. I knew he liked me, in other words.

One afternoon, we were alone in the house, sitting on his bed. He was helping me with my history, asking questions from the book while I tried to answer them. I had a short skirt on and was flopping around on the bed.

"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.

"Make me!" I said, teasingly.

"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.

"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."

"Is not!" he laughed.

"is too!" I taunted him.

He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.




The Nanny's Daughter:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

Episode Two -




Too Young to Love




Sometime around the age of 12 or 13, the quarrels and fights between my brother Akin and me seemed to fade into unimportance. Up until then our sibling rivalry had been intense. Now he suddenly looked like a handsome knight on a white stallion to me. And I had somehow become his princess to be protected. Well, at least most of the time...

I don't know what changed, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that my struggles with becoming biologically a woman coincided with his passage through puberty.

Akin was a little more than a year older, but in school we were just a year apart. He played football and basketball and was a bit of a computer nerd along too. But I'm getting ahead of my story.

I got my first period two months after my thirteenth birthday. About 6 months before that I noticed that Mar's underwear sometimes had a stain in the front. Somehow, I knew this mysterious stain is not something I should ask about.

I know now that he had "wet dreams.' I've looked that up on Google, so I had found out all about boys and their joysticks and ejaculation. I figured my period was something similar, only with Akin it happened anytime. And he didn't have any cramps with his But that's another story.

I also noted that I no longer minded that he stared at my breasts. When I first got them, it embarrassed me that they stuck out and it really bothered me that Akin would look at them jutting through my T-shirts. Now all that has gone and I rather like him looking at them.

The truth is, we had already had a few "show and tell" sessions when we were by ourselves on quiet afternoons. Our parents' bedroom was on the first floor and ours were next to each other on the second floor, so we could have private time if we wanted to be quiet.

Of course, Akin would never start it. It was always up to me. Except that when I got my period for the first time, Mom took him aside and told him! I was mortified.

Akin reacted for about three days every time he saw me. But thinking back on it, it was nice because I didn't have to tell him and he secretly gave me a nice hug when no one would catch him. I knew he liked me, in other words.

One afternoon, we were alone in the house, sitting on his bed. He was helping me with my history, asking questions from the book while I tried to answer them. I had a short skirt on and was flopping around on the bed.

"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.

"Make me!" I said, teasingly.

"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.

"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."

"Is not!" he laughed.

"is too!" I taunted him.

He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.




The Nanny's Daughter:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

CasNova:
Interesting update

[quote author=CasNova post=105067934]

"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?"

She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My trousers and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation.

You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?

"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."

Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side.

Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head.

With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Kate's body.

"Do it," Kate panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."

I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her.

She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.

"That feels soooo good," Kate said in my ear.

"Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.

"Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked.

"Just for a few seconds?"

I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her.

I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Kate moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.

"Lay on top of me, Uncle ," she said. "Lay on me while you do it to me."

I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.

We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it.

My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.

Kate broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face.

"You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, yes, yes! Don't stop. Don't stop!"





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"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?"

She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My trousers and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation.

You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?

"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."

Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side.

Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head.

With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Kate's body.

"Do it," Kate panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."

I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her.

She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.

"That feels soooo good," Kate said in my ear.

"Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.

"Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked.

"Just for a few seconds?"

I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her.

I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Kate moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.

"Lay on top of me, Uncle ," she said. "Lay on me while you do it to me."

I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.

We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it.

My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.

Kate broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face.

"You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, yes, yes! Don't stop. Don't stop!"





The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to me!

To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation. Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right?

"No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze.

It was beautiful, exquisite, everything the pussy of a lady about twenty-year-old should be. The area surrounding the lips was shaved smooth. The lips themselves were brownish and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.

"This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider. While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.

"Take it out," Kate told me. It was a pleading tone. "I want to watch you do it too."

I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second. I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little.

Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Kate, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation.

Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to Bleep her or anything.

I pushed my trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh, allowing my rigid cock to spring out. Kate's eyes locked onto it as it hit the air. Her breathing took on a heavier tone and her fingers began to move faster in her slit, to slide further inside of her body between strokes.

"Play with it, please ," she told me. "I've never seen a guy do that. Play with it."

I started playing with it, taking myself in hand as I'd done a thousand times before. I slid my hand slowly up and down, knowing that if I went after myself aggressively I wouldn't last thirty seconds.

Through it all I kept my eyes glued to Kate, drinking in the sight of her masturbating for me, watching as her lips grew wetter and more swollen, as her clit popped out of its hood, begging for attention of its own.

"Oh... Uhmn," she moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I breathed, as my strokes were going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.

"Do you like what you are seeing?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."

"Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."

"Mmmm," she moaned again, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, uhh... Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"

I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Kate. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"

"Oh please," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go unprotected."

"Kate..."

"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My trousers and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation.

You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?

"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to me!

To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation. Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right?

"No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze.

It was beautiful, exquisite, everything the pussy of a lady about twenty-year-old should be. The area surrounding the lips was shaved smooth. The lips themselves were brownish and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.

"This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider. While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.

"Take it out," Kate told me. It was a pleading tone. "I want to watch you do it too."

I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second. I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little.

Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Kate, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation.

Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to Bleep her or anything.

I pushed my trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh, allowing my rigid cock to spring out. Kate's eyes locked onto it as it hit the air. Her breathing took on a heavier tone and her fingers began to move faster in her slit, to slide further inside of her body between strokes.

"Play with it, please ," she told me. "I've never seen a guy do that. Play with it."

I started playing with it, taking myself in hand as I'd done a thousand times before. I slid my hand slowly up and down, knowing that if I went after myself aggressively I wouldn't last thirty seconds.

Through it all I kept my eyes glued to Kate, drinking in the sight of her masturbating for me, watching as her lips grew wetter and more swollen, as her clit popped out of its hood, begging for attention of its own.

"Oh... Uhmn," she moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I breathed, as my strokes were going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.

"Do you like what you are seeing?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."

"Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."

"Mmmm," she moaned again, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, uhh... Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"

I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Kate. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"

"Oh please," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go unprotected."

"Kate..."

"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My trousers and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation.

You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?

"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110