Creative Camp

Blissy's Song – 7

(m/f, incest., rom.)

by

Feather Touch

Nothing should be inferred from the use of media characters.

Chapt. 7

Let's hit the throttles.

"Cindy, you're starting to get bigger."

"Well, Pete, if you dethide to go off to camp for sixthh whole weeks, you have to expecth that kind of thing to happen. I'm a growing gir. excepth to me I look the same."

"Cindy, do you want to go somewhere where we can talk?"

"We can talk here, silly."

"No, silly, big kid talk. Nobody can hear it, I mean, if you want to do it. If you don't, that's okay, too. We can talk about it when you're nine."

"Peter, you've got a secret. I can see it on your faithh. You're eyes get scrunthhy and your mouth gets even scrunthhier. "

"That's because it's big kid's stuff, Cindy. I wouldn't lie to you about if it wasn't."

"You're trying to get me confuthed."

"No I'm not. You're getting bigger. You're way over eight years old. And when I was at camp, well, you know how it is. Guys get talking, and, you know, mom and dad are okay, and everything around here is okay, but there's more. And it's not ponies and ribbons. It's big kids' stuff. Grownups, too. `Till you're old and die, if you don't get fat. I mean, that what they say."

"That's what who thays?"

"See, I told you, it's big stuff, not little stuff, so we have to go where we can be alone. And it's complicated, real complicated, so it has to be for a couple of hours."

"I don't know, Peter. Marsha was going to take me shopping so it depends. If it's some dumb club where you spit on each other, I'd rather go with Marsha. What do you have to say to that?"

"Do you know what close-but-no-cigar means?"

"Real close?"

"More like sort-of close/"

"You mean spitting?"

"It's big kids' stuff, Cindy. We've got to go somewhere else if you want to talk about it. If you want me to tell you about the stuff I learned about at camp."

"Just no spitting and sticking pins in each other to be blood brothers. Anything but those things, or some snake you caught, or getting lost, or..."

"Bigger kids' stuff than that. Than any of them. More like getting hit by lightning, if you ask me."

"Wow, Peter, what is it? I'm glad you came back. I've got questions about a whole lot of stuff, and we can be alone for hours, if you want to. Becky Wainright's house is empty for three days, and I have to go water the plants. I'll leave a note, then we can really talk because I think we're interested in the same subject."

"You're not lisping. That's cool."

"Like you said, big technical brother, I'm way over eight."

"The spider plants only need once a week. Just these few little ones."

"Cindy?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"I mean, now that we're like alone together, you know, the stuff at camp was pretty mature. You might not want to even talk about it, `cause I don't want to make you mad or get you upset, or anything."

"I like being alone with you in a big house like this. You're bigger, too. I used to wish I could spend more time alone with you, and now I wish it even more."

"You do?"

"Yeth."

"Cuckoo."

"You-too. Ooops. That's the old Cindy."

"Sis? Can I call you Sis, instead of Cindy, you know, while we're being mature?"

"And I'll call you Peter, so it's more like you're my husband than my step brother, is that okay?

"I'd like to be your husband."

"Do you know how? Is that what you learned at camp?"

"I'm glad you said it. I was going to get really embarrassed, you know, trying to bring up the subject."

"Yeah, it's really scary. Maybe that's why I can talk okay. I'm too nervous to play like I'm a little six year old. You're voice is squeaky, too."

"Well, I'm not exactly Casanova in the experience department. And I haven't done anything with a girl..."

"And it was still lightning?"

"Yeah, but it went on. For a long time. And even the real lightning part at the end lasted almost a whole minute."

"But how come thee wasn't a girl?"

"That's one of the secret things. It just has to be somebody you like, you know, and respect. All that junk. If it's the right person, sometimes it doesn't matter, you know, if they happen to be a girl or happen to be a boy, or even a man. And girls, it's the same. Most of the time they only like boys, but not always."

"That makes life interesting."

"I'm glad you're a girl."

"I'm glad you're a boy."

"We're really lucky, Cindy. To be able to start early. Everybody that does it when they're young like us, I mean, you know, assuming they want to do it and don't get, you know, raped or something, they say it's the best, best, best. After what happened this summer, I can't say they're exaggerating."

"I think you're the perfect age for me."

"I just wish you were my real sister. That's called incest. It's meant to be the most exciting of all, but with a natural sister you don't get the same, you know, smells, what they call pheromones, you get with an outside girl. On second thought, maybe it's incest plus pheromones."

"I like talking about incest."

"If you really like it, maybe you could have incest with Jan sometime. Lots of girls like being with other girls even better than boys."

"Yeah, but you've got to teach me, first."

"How much do you know?"

"Just about, you know, the boy stuff getting inside the girl for a baby. I knew that when I was seven."

"But that's just knowledge, Cindy. The mature stuff is feeling. Being excited all over just because, you know, you think someone you like might touch you or ask you embarrassing questions."

"I like the way your voice is Pete. You know, even kids hear some stuff. When your voice starts changing, well, that means something really special for a boy, doesn't it?"

"You like it?"

"I love it. You know what you said about getting excited all over? With your voice, you don't even have to explain anything, all you have to do is say my name."

"I feel the same way when you say my name."

"Do you think we're in love?"

"For kids? Definitely. I missed you every day at camp, Cindy, especially, well, you know, when stuff started happening. I wanted you to be there with me to share it."

"You would have let me watch?"

"I was with a man. Kraft Catalina. He's twenty four. That might seem gross to you."

"Well, if he looked like Pewee Herman, Paul Reuben, it would be the grossest thing in the world."

"Not exactly, Cindy. Like Rick Schroeder or even McVeigh, you know, that kind of body. Like a swimmer. No hair or anything."

"I hope you can introduce us sometime."

"No maybe about that, sis."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Cindy, I want to call you that at a very, very special time for a boy. Would you like it if I did?"

"Yes. I'd love it. Call me it again."

"Sis."

"It sounds so perfect in your voice."

"My voice is what started it all. Boy, I'm sure glad about that."

"How do you mean?"

"That's why Kraft got interested in me. I wasn't even twelve and all this stuff was changing, you know, embarrassing stuff, even more than half squeaking half the time. I was going through the same things he went through when he was eleven and twelve. You know, being the first one in the group. It was embarrassing, all the stuff he asked me, but he kept asking if I wanted to, you know, change the subject, but I didn't. Change the subject to what?"

"It's embarrassing for me, too, Pete."

"I know, Cindy. And when I got embarrassed with Kraft it lasted a long time, you know, being excited and embarrassed, but, wow, Cindy, at the end it was so amazing that it never ended. Never will, until I get older, I mean, you know, with him. The exciting part can last into your eighties, for men and women. Can you dig that?"

"Rather dig that than dig my grave."

"Sis, can I take your blouse off so I can see you? Then we can talk and get embarrassed some more."

"Do boys really like to see girls with their shirts off? I've heard it, you know, but I didn't know if it was true."

"What I like best, Sis, are your blue eyes. And your face is super pretty. And your hair is like millions of dollars. And I like you because even though we suddenly bunched up together, you've been nice to me, and to Bobby which counts even more."

"That's nothing, because you've been nice, too."

"Well, I just said it to answer your question. Because I really want to see you with your shirt off, but not just for that reason."

"Do you want to unbutton me?"

"I'm going to start at the bottom. I've wanted to see your tummy up close ever since the first day we did the bunch thing, and before that, from the first day I saw you in a bikini."

"Do you want to touch me there, too?"

"It looks really soft and it looks like you have really smooth skin."

"I'll bet you're harder because you're a boy."

"Do you want to see?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Let me start doing it to you, first, okay?"

"Did you whisper like that with Kraft?"

"Yes."

"I really like the way it sounds."

"He liked it, too, and when his voice got whispery, I got totally excited."

"Because you knew he was going to touch you?"

"Yes."

"How long did you wait, you know, how long did he get you excited by whispering before he did something to you?"

"I've got to explain the mature part, again. The longer you, you know, get excited, the more it is at the end."

"But you can touch me a little, now, can't you?"

"Just on the tummy. You too, just on mine."

"Do you like it?"

"It's like a warm, buttery kitten."

"I'll bet yours is going to be hard, like a tiger."

"I like yours better. Especially down right on top of your shorts."

"That's the best place for me, too. Did you like it when Kraft touched you there?"

"Yeah. I think it's one of those things that's almost exactly the same for boys and girls."

"I hope everything else is, too."

"I think it is. Or they are. Except, at the end a boy sprays, and a girl just gets super wet, or at least that what Kraft said."

"He was right, Pete."

"Is it embarrassing to talk about that?"

"It's just the first time I've been like this. I mean, I know what it is. That I want you for you, and I'm old enough to be ready for you. It makes me know why there are so many babies born all the time."

"That's one of the things we've got to talk about."

"I love the way you're touching me."

"You know what I want to see? It's really kinky, so don't ask if you think we've gone far enough."

"What?"

"I'd like to spy on you sometime, from behind a bush, and watch dad stand behind you and do what I'm doing to you."

"I don't think that's kinky. I think it would make me almost as happy as being with you."

"Sis, it would be even better if he went all the way with you. He's big and powerful. You've heard how he is with mom, right? So imagine what he'd be like with a girl that isn't even nine."

"Do all man like little girls?"

"It's super common."

"Why?"

"Because they have nice personalities, and their skin is very soft and smooth, and they are very tight where the man goes in to leave his seed, plus, they get really pretty tummies if they get pregnant and a man can feel it against him. Kraft told me the secrets of the world, and that was way near the top of the list."

"Do you think your dad would?"

"Cindy, you're so pretty you could have an apple tree for a lover, if you wanted."

"I like the talking part."

"You can tell my dad. It might even be the way to get him to do what you want. Kraft said that if a man knows a girl has sperm in her from another male, his instincts get much stronger. I know that's how it would be if you told me you had been with Gregg. He's old enough to leave it inside you. Or my dad. I'd be inside you, if I knew that, you know, like already."

"How much can a girl do it?"

"How much can a girl do anything athletic? If you rest once in awhile, for a long time. Kraft, well, the first time I stayed over with him, you know, where we had complete privacy, he did it all night, again and again. Me, too. We were half laughing and half going crazy and we didn't even slow down for like two or three hours."

"But when the lightning comes, it only lasts a minute?"

"That's because Kraft and I had talked several times before, then when he got me alone we talked and he did to me what I'm doing to you. If that part lasts long enough, it makes it mega colossal and it can last almost a minute."

"What did Kraft do to you?"

"You know what child molesting is?"

"Just the doll stuff at school."

"He put his hands inside my underpants, after he was done on my tummy and chest."

"Did he have your shirt off?"

"Not the first time. He just went down my sides and over my hips, then sort of, you know, in back."

"Did you want to have your shirt off, so he could see you?"

"Yes, right away."

"So do I."

"Your shoulders are so pretty. Oh, Cindy, I know we're just kids, but still I love you. Like a hundred puppies, or even a thousand, if that's how many you want."

"I'm going to be very fussy and insist on you and your dad, if Gregg wants to, I won't object, but you for what you're going to do to me like a boy, and your dad for what he's going to do to me as a man. That's enough love, puppy or otherwise, for this eight year old."

"Kraft told me another secret, do you want to know it."

"Yes, but get my nipples bare first, they're all big and I want you to see."

"This is one of the most beautiful parts for a man. To see a girl when she's still a child, then watch until you get like Marsha."

"What's the other secret?"

"It's about babies."

"And I thought I was ready for you before. What about babies?"

"Well, we're kinda rich, and Mom's young and doesn't have a job, plus, we've got Alice, so, you know, if something happened because you were with me and my dad, and maybe Gregg, we could go somewhere, and when we got back, whaddya know, a brandy-spandy new baby to fit into the bunch. Maybe when you're ten or eleven. They have safe drugs to induce labor, so young girls can bear children if they want to."

"Would I have to wait until I was ten?"

"It depends. If you're with my dad a lot, well, a mature man produces lots of very strong semen. It can affect the hormone balance in a young female, so you could get a baby any time. But if you did, it wouldn't be safe. You have to wait `till you're big enough for it to be safe. If it happens, you can get a super early abortion, and we'll use condoms when we want to go all the way with you."

"What if my mom finds out?"

"Families that are bold about it usually bring the outsider, in. What other choice is there excerpt to break the whole thing up over technicalities of behavior. You can act a little lovey-dovey toward me and my dad once in awhile, you know, kind of get her ready for the idea, then, you can have a girl talk and tell her everything. Or Dad might tell her.'

"Would you like to be doing things with my mom?"

"No. I might like to touch Marsha once, you know, because she's mature up on top, but not your mom, except on thing that Kraft did to me that older woman can do to a boy better than a girl can do it."

"More secrets?"

"None that count."

"I want to feel your chest, bare against mine."

"Do you like it?"

"You're really muscley. It makes me feel you can do what you want with me and it will be very successful."

"Think of how it will be with Dad. He's stronger than I am, big time."

"If your dad wanted to do things with you, you know, like Kraft did, would you let him?"

"Yes."

"If you get me a date, I'll tell him and maybe you can get a date with him."

"That's perfect, Cindy. We can date each other, you know, sort of like in a formal way, with us being together alone for an evening or even overnight."

"I'm glad you like it. And somehow I know my first date is going to be one of the best of my whole life, until I'm about twenty."

"If you pick a husband who likes what we do to you, you'll be very happy. Men adore girls who got sperm in them while they were still children. It's like tattooing. Permanent. The same feeling he gets when his girl comes to him fresh and warm from another man, only all the time. A girl would have to be a monster slut to achieve the same ardency in her husband any other way."

"I want Kraft to be godfather to our child, especially if it's a girl."

"Sight unseen?"

"At this point, I wouldn't care if he was Pewee. Wisdom is in short supply on this planet. Who cares what it looks like?"

"Cindy, there's something else I have to ask you, you know, before we take our shorts off."

"What."

"Bobby. I want to ask you if you can make some time with him. He's not old enough to do what dad and I are going to do to you, but you can teach him some things, and he won't feel left out."

"I saw him in his underpants once. Pluto. I remember it."

"The best thing might be if he's the one you sleep with. Since you're the same age, you'd have more to talk about."

"Pete."

"Yes."

"I could ask him if he wants to take a shower with you, you know, so you could be to him like Kraft was to you. An eight-year-old girl can't be the best teacher on boy subjects."

"If he wants to, I'd like to molest him in the shower, then more if he wanted it. Cindy, you're total dynamite. You're the match maker from heaven. Adam and Eve, outta Dodge with your Satanic nonsense."

"I'm glad you said act lovey-dovey around Mom. She's going to get the lay of the land, pronto, or find herself outside one very happy family."

"How much did you get molested in the shower?"

"How much do you know about boys?"

"Just from the dolls and school stuff."

"But you've heard of, you know, sperm?"

"I've seen pictures, but they were from a microscope. They looked just right for the job.

"When they spray out, they look different."

"Like what?"

"Mine is thin and watery, because I'm a kid. Kraft's was heavy and thick and white, like a snow syrup. Mine's more like the Clouds and rain Clavell talks about in his Ninja books."

"You mean in the bath houses, where they have minnow boys that are four and five swimming around. Is that sperms?

"Sperm, singular. The plural would only be used in a medical or legal connection."

"That's okay. I know there are millions of them, and I like the sound of it."

"I do, too."

"Was there a lot from Kraft?"

"It sort of gushed out of him, like in big pumps, seven or eight. There was a lot of spoonfuls, but not, you know, like a glass or anything. And you've got to be really careful, because it can be really dangerous."

"What, you mean from disease?"

"That, but just the cum, itself. That's what some guys call it, spelled c-u-m. But the other thing is that it can get all over your clothes and in your hair, and in places you might not think to look. See, Sis, sometimes you're going to want to do it for excitement. So maybe one of your teachers or some other older guy likes you, and you like him. But you might not have the privacy to do it the way you do it with me and the others, so you've got to be really careful because you're a beautiful young female, and a man could lose controls almost instantly, and cover you all over before you could even pull your skirt up out of the way of what he was doing on you."

"Should I do things like that. I mean, I really like Jeff. He's a biker that works in maintenance and they whispers that Kitty Wells goes off alone with him sometimes."

"How old is she?"

"Seven."

"Have you ever seen her when she's just back from being with him?"

"Sometimes."

"How does she look?"

"Like an angel that had mooned Adam, Eve, the serpent, and the whole cockamamie crowd."

"Well, be sure you don't rain on your friend's parade, even though seven is a sharing age."

"Don't worry, I'll never make any kind of bimbo, even if my hair stays kiddo gold."

"My sad luck."

"Don't despair, Pete. Think of how many things you have to teach me not to do."

"Well, there's only one that's important, and you've already mentioned it. Disease. A dozen or so ranging from exceedingly unpleasant to lingering disability and a real bad death. Just keep the adventuring to twice a year. Do the best you can to be safe, but when the stars line up just so, go for it."

"So I can tell you the next time we're together?"

"Now that you mention it, I guess so. It wasn't the first thing I thought of thought. The first thing was your retaining interest, and for unmarried folks, that means the rare totally biker dreadlock sensation. Just remember the rasta actually like infecting little white chicks, so they should be at the bottom of the Z list. If they're under sixteen, and aren't wild off the streets, that would probably stand on the better shelf in your trophy room.

"Did Kraft get sperms on you, you know, when it happened the first time?"

"Yeah, but he had me naked so it was okay."

"Did it feel nice?"

"It felt like they say Making love. Really warm."

"Did Kraft make it come out by himself, or did you help him?"

"I did all of it, at the end, after he showed me how hard to hold him, and how far to go up and down on him, and special places to touch him."

"How long did it take?"

"About ten minutes after I started doing it to him by myself."

"What did you do?"

"Well, do you know about boners? Did they show you a doll with one?"

"Yes, but it was made of a Dacron mix. It didn't look very realistic."

"Well, on a man, it gets really big. Like the size of, you know, a medium-big ear of corns without all the leaves."

"Are you that big, Pete?"

"Next year, Kraft says. "He says I was kinda big for eleven. That's why my voice got funny. Because I have, you know, extra hormones."

"A superb imbalance, I would say."

"Kraft didn't complain, either. I'm just glad he found me, because, you know, the pressure's bad enough, with a normal balance, if you don't know what's going on."

"I can dig that, bro. I wish I was your hundred percent sister. Then it would be like total incest and my little girl would be my sister, too. How amazing that would be, as long as you didn't get roped and hog-tied by the motherhood thing. But they way you smell, Pete, you're right. You could be Pewee's chimp, boy or girl, and I wouldn't care."

"It's too bad Marsha isn't a boy. That would be a perfect age for you. Bigger and stronger than me, but still you could talk about regular stuff."

"I want to watch you with Bobby. You know, getting him from the back, with both hands, then getting him naked and lying down with him."

"Is that what you want me to do to you, Cindy?"

"I'm ready for you to."

"Babe, I want to cum on your chest. On your breasts and some down on your tummy. That's how Kraft made it get on me, the first time. Is that okay?"

"Where were you?"

"In his bathroom. He was on the seat, you know, with the cover down. He said it gave things a musty and dank odor, which was exciting. It was, too."

"Like I need more excitement."

"It doesn't matter for you. If you climax, you know, have your orgasm, you can have another one right away. I have to wait a couple of minutes after I have mine, so I'm the one that has to keep in control."

"If it starts happening accidentally, tell me quick so I can see."

"I'll try. Sometimes males can't talk toward the end."

"Toward the end?"

"Oh, Cindy!"

"I want to hear you say, `Oh, Sis!'"

"Are you ready to be naked with me?"

"Yes."

"Let's go in front of the mirror in the bathroom. I want to feel you up from the back, and we could stand really close to the mirror, you know, like two feet away."

"Cindy, do you think you look beautiful?"

"With your hands on my tummy, very beautiful."

"You'll look even more beautiful when our little muffin is growing in you."

"Do you like doing it in our underwear?"

"Yes, but I wash you had a bra to take off. You're big enough."

"That's because you're being a boy to me, especially against my bottom."

"Do you like the feeling of my penis against you?"

"I love it. Kraft wasn't wrong. You feel like a man to me. I can't imagine you dad being much bigger."

"I don't know. Maybe about the same, but he'll be much stronger on top of you, and that matters just as much as, you know, how big this and that..."

"I like it when you put your hands really low down in front of me."

"Maybe you can get my dad to take you to buy your first bra. You could model it for him if there weren't too many people around. Soon, too."

"That's because of what you keep doing to me with your big strong hands while I watch you in the mirror."

"I love watching us, too. Bobby's going to be lucky to be able to wake up every morning and touch you like this under your nightie. If you ever wear one when you're with him, that is."

"And he'll know I'm full of his big brother's sperms, so justice and equality rule."

"I'm glad."

"Are you ready to sit and take me in your lap?"

"Yes."

"Me, too, but it's time to be naked. Do you want to pull my panties down?"

"Yes."

"Baby."

"Pete, you're huge. You're like a man. It felt big when you were pushing against my bottom, but now, it's like a beautiful pole sticking out of you. I'm definitely not going to get jealous if other girls want to be with you. They'd be crazy not too."

"I knew being brother and sister would come in handy. Just kidding, babe, you're my first forever, how cool is that?"

"Magnificenthhly."

"I love just standing here looking at you."

"Girls are boring compared to boys."

"Same way heaven must be."

"Are those sperms getting you wet on top?"

"It's seminal fluid. It's very slippery so it helps a male enter a female if she isn't ready."

"Lost on me, Pete, like coals to Newcastle."

"We've got to sit."

"Are you cumming?"

"Come on, Cindy, in my lap, facing me. Oh, babe, you are so soft and beautiful and your blue eyes. Poor Bobby, he won't be able to stare into them all night. I'm not sure I'd ever want to sleep with you."

"Do you want me to do what you did to Kraft? I think I got the picture when you told me."

"Yes."

"It's getting bigger, Pete, much bigger. Will your dad get super big like that?"

"Yes, but he'll be inside you, so you'll feel him in your tummy rather than seeing him."

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yes."

"How long? Tell me if you can. I don't want to be blinking when it starts."

"Just a little harder and faster. Remember, never do this with a mature male if you have clothes on, or don't have a mirror to check in. Sperm is warm, and you can't feel it if it splashes where you're not looking."

"What should I do?"

"When you get older, you can take the flow in your mouth. Swallow it. Most girls like that, and some love it and some don't like it."

"How old do I have to be?"

"I don't know. Depends on who you were with."

"Makes me wish I was dressed in my Sunday best, with five minutes before church."

"You might want to try it with me or a boy, first. A man's is stronger tasting. Saltier. Maybe a little bit soapy."

"Have you ever had it in your mouth from a boy, or just from Kraft?"

"Just from him, but he's let adolescents ejaculate in his mouth so he knows what he's talking about."

"What if I take Bobby in my mouth? Would that be a good way to start?"

"Perfect."

"Then you, then Dad."

"You're doing it just right, Cindy. Your braids look so cute flopping on your shoulders, and, oh, god, you do need a bra. Sis."

"Pete, there's so much. It's like you're hissing on me. Listen."

"It made that sound when Kraft was ejaculating on me."

"I love it. I love you. I love what you're showing me about boys."

"Will you be with me when Kraft teachers our child?"

"Yes darling, oh, yes, yes, yes."

I was going to wait until this novel was published before decamping for a series of short stories. What with things being the way they are, I figure it might be a good idea to get ahead of myself.

Posted by Thomas@btl.net.

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