Discovery, Chapter 8

by Sandi

After Heather finished going to the bathroom and we washed our hands, she asked to go see Delmar and his goats. We headed out the door, but I had an idea and ducked back inside. I grabbed a couple of carrots from the fridge. Delmar lived farther back in the woods with his goats, and we chatted as we walked down the lane. My curiosity got the best of me and I heard myself asking about Heather's brother, did he make her do stuff, too.

No, she said, he doesn't make me. I must have looked puzzled so she continued. I went in his room one day to get him and he was playing with himself. He was mad because I didn't knock and tried covering himself up. I knew what he was doing because of what Bill made me do, so I shut the door and told him I knew how to help if he wanted me to. At first he told me to get out, then he asked how I knew what he was doing. I just do, I told him. He wasn't telling me to get out anymore, so I walked over to the bed where he was sitting and knelt down. I moved his hands away and started rubbing him. Finally, he just sat back and let me. I started slow and soon he was really hard again. I tried my best to make him feel good. Do you like this, I asked. He looked embarrassed but nodded. I rubbed up and down a few more times then put my mouth over the end of his dick. He gasped and pushed more into my mouth. I could tell he really liked it. Then he put his hands on my head and pushed in and out of my mouth. He came right away. It wasn't as bad as when Bill squirted in my mouth. There wasn't as much and it didn't taste as strong. Then he told me to leave. He wouldn't look at me. He said I better not tell anyone or he would tell all his friends I sucked his dick. My feelings were really hurt and I was trying not to cry. I told him I just wanted to make him feel good and I loved him. He stood to pull his pants up and I hugged him and started crying. He finally put his arms around me and said it felt really good and he was sorry he yelled at me. He said we shouldn't tell anyone and I promised. I backed up and asked if he wanted to see my pussy. He was surprised and said yeah, so I pulled my shorts down. He sat back down on the bed and leaned over to look closer. You can touch it, I told him. He brushed his fingers over my slit. I wanted him to make me cum, too, but we heard mom and Bill pull up in the driveway. I pulled my pants up really quick and went to my room.

Timmy doesn't make me do stuff, Heather continued. I want to. I like making him feel good. That night he came to my room. It must have been really late and everyone was sleeping. I woke up when he was pulling the covers down. He whispered he wanted to see my pussy again. I was really sleepy but I rolled over and pulled my nightgown up and my panties down for him. His fingers were really soft and light when he touched me. I kicked my panties off and opened my legs. I almost laughed because he had a flashlight and he shined it on my pussy. I could tell he didn't know what to do, so I held it open for him to see. I was waking up and getting horny. He was holding the flashlight with one hand, but I didn't know where his other hand was. I should have guessed. He was rubbing himself while he stared at my pussy. I moved my finger over and started rubbing my clit. He was breathing harder. Do you like my pussy, I asked. He just grunted. Is it going to make you squirt? He gasped and I could feel the motion of his hand through the mattress. I was getting pretty hot, too. I held my pussy open and stuck the end of my finger in my hole. That was too much for him and he groaned and started cumming. I could feel him moving against my bed. Then he just stood up and said thanks and goodnight and went back to his room. I used some tissue from my nightstand to clean up his cum. I wadded it up and buried it in my trash basket hoping mom wouldn't see it.

I was really frustrated, Heather went on. He didn't give me a chance to cum, too. So I started rubbing myself and thinking about making Timmy cum. I wondered what it would be like to do stuff with Tim like I did with Bill. I wanted Tim to rub his dick on my pussy. Tim's dick wasn't as big as Bill's and I wondered if it would fit if he tried to put it in my butt. I knew it wouldn't fit in my pussy because my finger hurt if I pushed in too much. I couldn't stop thinking about it until I had cum a couple of time. I finally fell asleep.

We reached Delmar's place. The old red truck that was always parked at a drunken angle by his side door was gone. We went around back to see the goats anyway. As we fed them chunks of carrot, Heather continued her story.

Bill makes me do stuff, but with Timmy I like it she said. Want to hear what else I taught him? I nodded. Then flash me she said with a laugh. What, I asked. Flash me, she repeated. Show me your pussy. I looked around shocked. Here, I asked. Yeah, she said. Someone might see, I said. That's part of the fun, she said. Don't you like people to watch? No, I answered. She laughed and said, "I do."

I pulled my shorts down and back up as quickly as I could. I was sure the whole world was watching.

Tim's favorite thing to do is lay on top of me and put his dick between my legs. I really like it when we can sneak into mom and Bill's room and get some of the slippery stuff Bill uses on me. It's called personal lubricant. I put some on my pussy and Timmy puts his dick between my legs. Then he moves up and down, sliding his dick between my legs and over my pussy. Most of the time I can cum but sometimes he cums first and stops. We have to put a towel on my bed because his cum squirts out the back and makes a stiff place on my sheet. I don't want mom to find it. Sometimes I sit on his lap with his dick between my legs from the back. Then I use his cum to make my clit slippery and make him wait until I cum before he gets up.

Sometimes I lay on my side and he puts his dick between my legs from the back. That feels good, too, but I have to stop him from pushing into my pussy. I would let him, but it just hurts too much. Timmy says it will probably fit better when I get older. Once he pushed the end of his dick in my butt. It didn't hurt much at all and he came right away. He hasn't done that again. I think he is afraid he hurt me, but I want to try it again. Have you ever had anything in your pussy or your butt, she asked. I shook my head. We'll have to try it sometime, she said. She grabbed my hand. Let's go in the woods, she said and drug me back towards the lane, toward home.

About half way home, she veered off into the woods. Behind a clump of small trees, she stopped by a fallen log. Sit down, she ordered. I did and she moved around behind me. She started rubbing my chest and gradually her hands went lower. I want to make you feel good, she whispered close to my ear. Do you want me to rub your pussy, she asked. I nodded. She slid her hand into the leg of my shorts and tugged my panties aside. My pussy was already damp as she used her right hand to slowly masturbate me. I leaned my head back against her. Her left hand slid under my shirt and rubbed across my chest. You have a sweet pussy, she whispered. I shivered. I want to make that little pussy cum, she continued, but not too fast. Her hand slid down and I groaned to feel her finger leave my clit. Her finger slid past my vagina and was suddenly pressing against my butt hole. I jerked involuntarily and she laughed. It's OK, she said, I won't hurt you. Her slippery finger massaged a slow circle on my butt hole. I couldn't help myself. I moved my hand into my pants and started to rub my own clit. I exploded immediately. Heather was giggling in my ear. You like that little asshole played with, she whispered with obvious satisfaction. I could only lean back against her and try to catch my breath. She didn't mention anything about me doing her as we headed back to my house. But I was sure that would come later.

To this day, walking in the woods makes me horny.