My first real conatct with sex was interesting and on my mind when alone and not conversing with the others. That night we went to bed around 9:30, as the morning chores require us to get up around 5:30 to 6. Sue and I slept in the same room in bunkbeds. The bedrooms all had bunkbeds, except the master bedroom. This was so the Sam and Sue could have visitors and not put anyone out. Sue and I had showered and were reading until 10 or so. Then we turned the lights out and I tried to get to sleep. I was thinking of the event of the day, watching Sam playing with his penis and spurting his milk. I was also thinking of the women in the magazine. How big their breasts were and the pubic hair, and the moist lips they had.
I was laying still and just touching my breasts lightly as I was thinking of how my breasts will enlarge as I get other. It felt good touching them so lightly, and I was experiencing some excitement. Sue was moving around quite a lot in her bed. She was tossing and turning. Sue said, "Leigh, are you still awake?".
I replied with a yes and then she asked if I could stroke her back so she could get to sleep. She had pjs on as I did. As I got down to her bed, she sat up and removed her top. Her breasts were getting fuller than mine as she was older than I was. She laid down on her stomach, and I began to lightly run my fingers over her back. She said that her mom does this when she had trouble sleeping and it helps relax her. I was doing this for about 5 minutes and began wondering about her sexuality. I asked her if her and her mother ever discussed sex and she replied, "Oh yes Leigh, since I was 10". I said, "my mom had neither told me one thing.". Sue then asked, "Why are you asking me?". I said, "There was know reason, I was just wondering". "Is there anything you'd like to know?", said Sue. "Well, Sue, my breasts are starting to develop and they feel so good when I touch them. Do they feel better as you get older?". Sue said that her breasts had developed quite a bit in the last two years, and that when she massages them, it does feel better. "I am getting very sensitive.", said Sue. I didn't say anymore and continued to move my fingers over her back. I noticed she had drifted off to sleep, so I put her blanket over her and climbed back up to the top bunk. Wow, I thought, my breasts will get bigger, and I'll be more sensitive than I am now. I played with my breasts lightly and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Sue was shaking me to wake me up. She said, "Thank you for helping me last night" and I replied that I wanted to thank her for our little talk. We got dressed and went down to breakfast. One thing I noticed was that she was not covered this time when she took her PJs off and put her clothes on. I think she realised that I was watching her. I may have been imagining it all. After breakfast it was off doing our chores. The three of us had lots of laughs while we did them. It may have taken us a little bit longer, but we got them done. When finished we all showered and sat down for lunch. After lunch we all went our separate ways. I grabbed my book and went for a walk to sit by the hillside. I had a blanket with me and was laying down while I was reading. My thoughts then came to what I had seen yesterday and decided to go to the barn and review the magazine again. I gathered up the blanket and my book, and went to the barn. As I got close I tried not to make any noise incase Sam was doing his thing. I opened the barn door and moved inside. The area was clear, so I went where the magazine was hidden and removed it. I climbed the ladder to the loft and laid the blanket down and opened the magazine. I started from the beginning of the magazine. There was an area where people write in and the editors comment on it. I read the first one. The person was writing about how small his penis was and that it was having issues with satisfying the women he went out with. I thought, what can he do to satisfy a woman, isn't it up to the woman. The editor said, the size of your penis does not mean that much, it is how you use it. Women like to be handled gently and they really enjoy foreplay, as it takes them longer to get to the excitement level a man gets to very quickly. The editor said, take your time, let the woman get excited, ensure that you do what she wants, then you'll both enjoy it. If the woman orgasms before you, which the editor suggested he does, then the woman will ensure you are finished off properly. I thought, wow, this is great. I wonder how he'll excite her? Geez, this sex thing is getting very complicated. I was starting the next letter and the barn door opened. I heard someone come in and move around. Then I heard someone coming up the ladder. It was Sam. He said, "so that's where the mag is." "Are you getting an eyefull, Leigh?." I said that I was reading the letters. He said that he'd like the magazine, so that he could view the photos. I said, "Are you going to play with your penis again?". He said, "yes, do you want to watch?". I was speechless. I did not know what to say. He said, "it wouldn't hurt you, you can touch yourself if you want to". I was reluctant, but said that I would watch him. He was not shy, he picked up the mag and sat on a bale of hay. He opened the mag and started turning the pages. As he was doing it, he started to move his fingers on his crotch. I could see some movement. He then took his pants down to his ankles and slid them off one leg. Yesterday I could see the head of his penis from where I was, but i was closer today and I couldn't. As he stroked it, the skin started to move back and forth and his head moved out. So, he has a covering over his penis so no one can see it, is what I thought. His penis was beginning to straighten up as he kept stroking it. He would look at me in a subconscious look and smile. I was enjoying watching him and I could feel myself getting warmer. The mag said we took longer to warm up and it was right. He was getting close as his hand was moving faster and faster, and his breathing was faster and faster. He held his cock against his stomach and began to spurt up his chest. the white cream hit his chest several times and began to slide down it. I got up and moved to him, I wanted to observe the milky substance. I looked at it and watched it run down his chest and stomach. It was very erotic. I grabbed my book and my blanket and left with the image of him sitting on the bale of hay, with cum dripping down him.
Again at dinner we talked about the days events. That night at bed time, I moved my fingers over Sues bare back. It was getting all to exciting for me. My hormones were playing lots of tricks on me. As I laid in bed that night, I rubbed my lips gently until I fell asleep.
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