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The Island, Chapter 34

Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, First Time, Male / Older Female, Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

wouldn’t likely be bothered. Janie and Alyssa were already there, laying out a couple of blankets that they had brought. We added ours to the rectangle they had already made, making a large square on the sand. I plopped down on the blankets in a sprawl and pretended to snore, making the two youngsters laugh. When Alyssa tried to poke me “awake,” I grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the ground and tickled her mercilessly until she was shrieking with laughter. Peter was smiling, relaxed and focused on Alyssa, and Janie took advantage of his inattention to tickle him as well. He yelped and collapsed, and she followed him down, blowing a raspberry on his belly. That took him out for the count, as he was laughing so hard by then he could barely breathe, much less retaliate. Janie pulled out some sister power and came to Alyssa’s rescue, poking me in the ribs and sending me into gales of laughter. With the tables turned, Alyssa made the hunter the prey, and she and Janie had me literally crying for mercy in no time, tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes. They finally let up, and fell on me in a soft, feminine heap. Peter looked a little left out until Janie dragged him over and pulled him to her chest. He stiffened at first, then gave in to the need for mothering I was sure he was feeling and hugged her tightly, total contentedness replacing his earlier anxiety. I wanted to break the ice a little and get things moving in the right direction. I figured a story from my ... childhood might set the tone for the rest of the evening. “So, the first girl I ever saw naked, other than my mom or my sister, was one of my sister’s friends. She must have been about eight or nine, and I was about eleven. Her name was Lisa, and she had spent the night with my sister over at our house. We had gotten up in the morning to watch cartoons—it was Saturday, and my sister had taken the good chair, the La-Z-Boy recliner that was the best spot to watch TV from. That meant Lisa and I had to share the couch, which was turned sideways to the TV.” I had their complete attention by now. “So if you wanted to watch the tube, you had to sit with your head turned to the side the whole time, or lie down on the couch so you were pointed in the right direction. I was a typical bratty kid, so I plopped down first, on my back, head on the pillow farthest from the TV. I was hogging the whole sofa, so Lisa would have been forced to lie on the floor. She was a spunky little thing, though, so she wasn’t going to let me get away with that. She plopped herself down on her belly, right on top of me, facing the other way. Her feet were almost in my face, which I’m sure was deliberate. “We put on Looney Tunes—not the crappy new ones, the original ones, and we were soon lost in the show. I really began to feel nice with her soft little body pressed against me, keeping me warm. I remember she smelled like strawberries, maybe from her bath soap or something. It was the first time I had ever ...