Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 28

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 28
by Chadlad

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Chapter 28: I Did Not Have Sex With That Girl!

Both had resolved to be tough, but when the first loud smack of tough hand against soft, tender flesh rang out, both cried out "Owwwwww!" simultaneously, Shirley bursting into sobs immediately as Jeremy bit his lip and tried not to cry as well with Shirley watching him. The left side of his butt and the right side of Shirley's both felt like a hot iron had been applied to them. His mother's second spank spared Shirley, landing firmly on the right side of Jeremy's butt and making him clench and gasp. On his already sore butt, the two spank-spots burned unbearably. Meanwhile, Shirley's second spank landed on her left bun, and she shrieked and threw her arms around Jeremy, squeezing him tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder. Her suffering was too much for Jeremy, and the next spank, a shared one on the lower parts of their touching buttocks, sent him into tears as well, hugging Shirley with his left arm and sobbing against her shoulder as well. As the next spank landed on his right bun, Jeremy began kicking his toes spasmodically against the bed and begging his mother to stop.

"Pleeeeeese, Ma!" he squealed. 'It hurrrrrrts! It hurts so bad! Please stooooooooop!"

His mother grimly applied the next spank to Shirley's trim little butt, making her squeal and kick her toes into the bed as well. "Mommy, Mommy!" she squealed. "Wahhhhhhhhh!"

Jeremy was totally humiliated that he continued to bawl like a baby while getting spanked with his cousin. It was okay that she was doing it – she was a girl! But he was a boy – he had balls and a mickie and everything! He was supposed to be tough! Yet there he was, begging and squalling, making a total spectacle of himself. "Owwwww! Maaaaaaa, stop! Stop, Maaaaa! Owwwww" he squealed as his two consecutive spanks struck again. His mother ignored both of them and their increasingly fervent howling, concentrating on warming their bare fannies to a bright cherry red color. The two miscreants began arching their backs and wailing at the same time as the spanks continued to descent on their naughty little bottoms methodically and irresistibly. The urge to reach back and comfort their throbbing butts was almost irresistible, and Shirley almost did so at the 10th spank, but her hand encountered Jeremy's, which were also clutching at the air, and they grasped each other's hands instead, squeezing each other with white knuckles as the pain just kept becoming greater and greater in their tortured little buns. Then, suddenly, the loud smacking noises came to a stop, the pain in their throbbing butts stopped increasing, and they both realized, at about the same time, that their joint spanking was done. Of course, that didn't stop their loud bawling or the kicking of their legs, as their butts throbbed with a red glow and they sobbed uncontrollably.

Mrs. Whitt rested her hand and stared idly at the two crimson bottoms and the two crying children clutching each other for awhile. It was sweet the way they comforted each other, she thought to herself. Finally, after their crying showed no sign of abating for several minutes, she lifted first Jeremy and then Shirley around the waists and set them up toward the head of the bed, their glowing bottoms facing ceilingward. She got up, saying, loudly enough to be heard over their sobbing, "I'm going to go read for awhile while you two get your crying under control. When it's quieted down in here I'll know you're ready, for your paddling." Both children had freed one hand and each was exploring a bright red butt gently, probing the sore spots and continuing to cry. Jeremy began kicking his legs, unable to hold still, finally getting up and beginning to dance around the room, rubbing furiously at his bottom with both hands, his now soft little mickie bobbing and jumping as he danced. Shirley laid face down still crying into the pillow, caressing her own butt and crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. Jeremy danced around his mother as she exited, his eyes puffy, his face streaked with tears, and his nose blowing snot bubbles that trailed down his face as he continued squalling.

It was many minutes before the pair noticed anything besides their own sore butts. Jeremy started to calm down first, reducing his crying to wails and hiccups, then squelching it entirely. He stopped dancing, let go of his butt, and swiped at his face, clearing his bleary vision and smearing the snot onto the back of his hands, which he impatiently wiped on his side. That's when he noticed Shirley, still crying inconsolably, but now on her back with her knees drawn up and her legs spread, holding each bun in one hand. Her crotch was now completely uncovered, her neat, straight little girl furrow completely visible on her flat pubic triangle between her spread legs. He walked closer, studying her intently, shocked by this, his first remembered sight of someone's girl parts. She didn't have a mickie at all! Not even a little one, like some of the boys said girls had. And no balls! Just a smooth triangle that was split in the middle, shockingly split, like someone had cut a gash between her legs. Pinker, moister tissue bulged out of the furrow. His first response was one of
disappointment. This was the cunt the boys all talked about? This little slit? It hardly seemed worth looking at. Yet there was something about it – something mysterious and unknown. Still, it didn't appear to be the big deal the older boys made it out to be. He stood staring, studying the little cleft between her legs, trying to figure out why girls even cared if you sawthat part of her body. It wasn't like she had a mickie sticking out, or anything!

Shireley, meanwhile, was gradually coming to her senses, suddenly realizing her cousin was staring at her tween. She clapped her hands over her crotch, still sniffling loudly from being spanked, and looked at Jeremy reproachfully. "You're—you're not supposed to look at it," she managed to croak out.

"You're too late, I already seen it," Jeremy replied, almost completely done crying now. "Besides, it ain't nuthin but a little rut between your legs – I don't see what the big deal is. It's not nearly as good as having a mickie."

Shirley was offended. "Girl stuff is just as good as boy stuff," she sniffed. "Our stuff just goes in instead of out!"

"What do you mean, goes in?" Jeremy said. "There's stuff inside there?"

"Lots of stuff," Shirley retorted. "Good stuff. Better stuff than a stupid ol' mickie!"

"Let me see," Jeremy said.

"No!" Shirley said. "Boys aren't supposed to look at girl stuff."

"Where do you pee?" Jeremy said. "Out of that big slit?

"It's not a slit," Shirley said. She hated the sound of that word the minute Jeremy said it. It made it sound like, like—like she'd been cut open there or something. "It's a butterfly," she said. "That's what my Mommy calls it."

"A butterfly?" Jeremy said. "That's stupid. It doesn't look anything like a butterfly!" He giggled despite the fact that buttocks were both still stinging and burning something fierce and the fact that it might be only a few minutes before he'd be over his mother's lap getting paddled.

"Yes it does!" Shirley said indignantly, moving her hands and spreading her legs wider. "Look! There are the wings," she said. She pulled her labia apart with one hand just a bit, so that her inner labia projected, along with her clitoral hood and the little bump of a clitoris under it. Jeremy gawked at the darker pink structures that Shirley's current position revealed. "See, when I pull it apart like that, you can see the body of the butterfly where the wings join together, and this is the head up here," Shirley added, forgetting her desire not to be seen naked by a boy. She poked her clitoris with her right index finger. It became slightly more prominent in response.

"I guess it kinda looks like a butterfly," Jeremy said doubtfully. He stared at the girl's crotch, the first girl's crotch he'd ever seen. It was kind of disturbing the way she was split apart like that, with stuff hiding inside her. Intriguing, too, but kind of disturbing. Shirley removed her hand from her crotch, and the little furrow closed up, but the bump at the top of the furrow kept it parted a bit at the top. For reasons Jeremy couldn't comprehend, his mickie twitched and angled up somewhat from the ground. Shirley bit her lip, frowning down at herself. She was aware of the still hot fire in her buttocks, but it wasn't the uppermost thing on her mind anymore. She glanced at Jeremy's genitals, then back to her own.

"My Mommy calls it my butterfly," she said. "I usually call it my tween. Because it's between my legs."

"The big boys call it a cunt," Jeremy volunteered. "I think," he added, not really that sure this furrow was what there were referring to.

"That's a yucky word," Shirley said. "I like 'tween' a lot better."

"Why does everyone call it so many different things?" Jeremy mused.

Shirley looked at Jeremy's penis, now definitely angled away from the straight down position, obviously hardening again. "I don't know," she said. "People call boy stuff different things, too. Francine calls your little dangly thing a tallywhacker, but you call it a mickie. And the girls at school call it a pee-pee." Suddenly aware of the burning in her backside, she reached down again and softly caressed her buttocks, wincing as she did.

"Naw, only babies and little kindergarten boys call it that," Jeremy said. "But some of the boys call it a peter, and that sounds almost the same – at least it has the 'p'in it like pee-pee."

"Well, yours sure has pee in it!" Shirley said with a giggle. "I saw it come out, remember?"

Jeremy flushed at her remark. He didn't like being reminded of having to stand naked at the toilet in front of his cousin and pee while she'd directed his mickie. He tried to turn the attention back to her, pointing to where she was ruefully trying to comfort herself.

"Hurts pretty bad, don't it?" he commented. He began rubbing his own buttocks in a mirror reflection of her. "I suppose Ma will come and paddle us soon, since we're not making much noise any more."

Shirley's hand froze on her buttocks, and her face lost color. Tears began welling from her eyes. Jeremy immediately felt regret. "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "Don't think about it!" But it was too late. Shirley lapsed back into full-fledged bawling, rubbing her bare buttocks and jumping out of bed to stagger toward him.

"I don't want a paddling!" she sobbed, collapsing into his arms and stooping to bury her face in his bare chest to comfort her sobs. Jeremy awkwardly put his arms around her and hugged her, trying to console her. She continued sobbing, but moved closer to him and hugged him tightly, lifting her face to his shoulder and pressing her bare chest to his. Thinking it might comfort her, he reached lower and began gently caressing her buttocks, both now surprisingly rough and hot in his hands. Shirley responded by moving until her crotch and his were tightly pressed together, so she could reach down and cup his own buttocks. It suddenly dawned on him that he was holding a girl's butt – a real girl's bare butt, and the girl was holding his! The boys at school would never believe it! Her grip hurt his sensitive skin, but at the same time Jeremy realized, to his surprise, that his slightly upward-poking penis had come to rest nestled neatly between the folds of her little furrow, so that the upper side of it was now pressing her warmth and the tip was forced to point toward the ground. His mickie felt surprisingly good there, and without thinking he pressed more tightly against her, almost grinding his body into hers. His mickie got harder, so that the anchor point in his body became a sort of pleasurable ache from being forced downward.

"It's gonna hurt!" Shirley sobbed incoherently into Jeremy's shoulder. Jeremy pressed both his hands on her butt, pushing her more tightly into him. His mickie had hardened almost all the way, so it was pressing insistently against her furrow. For some reason he had the urge to grind into her, which he resisted for fear she'd let go of him and break the pleasurable full frontal contact he was currently enjoying. Instead, he gently rocked his hips from side to side, his little mickie sending twinges of pleasure as its hardness pressed into her softness.

She continued to cry, worried about the paddling they were going to get soon. He tried to think of something reassuring to say, but nothing came to mind. Instead, thinking about it made his own fears start to grow. His paddling that morning had really hurt – had hurt so much he couldn't think of anything but how much it hurt, both during the paddling itself and for many minutes afterward. He'd gotten up and danced the spanked boy dance right there in the front yard, with all his goodies on display for the neighborhood kids. He flushed when he recalled how he'd realized his little mickie was flopping and bouncing around, and then seen that the neighbor kids were watching him with superior smirks, staring at his boy parts and his crimson butt. His butt had continued to sting and throb uncomfortably for hours after that. And now he was getting another one, and he'd caused Shirley to get one, too! He began crying softly himself, holding her tightly, feeling a miserable combination of fear and guilt Yet somewhere, in the back of his mind, even while he was quaking in fear, he was also still aware of the marvelous way his genitals fit against those of his cousin.

They two of them clung together, swaying, Shirley sobbing, Jeremy crying softly. Shirley shifted her grip to hold onto him even more tightly, and both buried their faces into each other's bony shoulders. Even through his despair, though, Jeremy was aware of how wonderfully pleasant his cousin's body felt against his – how nicely her soft little butt fit in his hands, even in its spanking-roughened state, and how pleasantly her hands were cupping his own bottom even though it was very tender, and more notably, how neatly their genital regions fit together, her little furrow appearing exactly where he bulged, and the cleft of that furrow making a wonderful valley for his mickie to rub against.

Shirley, for her part, was more focused on her worries of upcoming searing butt pain, but she was aware of the boy's breathing where his chest joined hers, and of the insistent pressure of his surprisingly stiff little tool pressing into her furrow. It was actually quite near the entrance to the little tunnel that went inside her, the tunnel that she had, a few times, explored gently with a finger and discovered was even deeper than she could reach in. For a moment she wondered if her cousin's mickie was small enough it would suddenly just slip inside her, and what that would be like if it did. There was something about the way their boy and girl parts mirrored each other –how he stuck out where she tucked in, that made her wonder. Could it be? Was his mickie supposed to fit in there? Is that why it pointed straight out some of the time?

Her thoughts were interrupted, though, as the door swung open and Jeremy's mother walked in. Jeremy let go of Shirley guiltily, but his mother had seen nothing but two children still crying from their spankings and trying to comfort each other. Fortunately for Jeremy, his mother didn't move her gaze downward, didn't see her son's rock- hard phallus slipping out from where it had nestled in her furrow as they'd been hugging.

"Still crying, you two?" Jeremy's mother asked, surprised. She hadn't realized she'd spanked quite that hard. She glanced at her niece's bottom – it did appear to be quite red. Well, she'd take it a little easier with the paddling – no reason to blister the little girl over this, or to blister her son more than she already had. Once they'd had a good hard cry, she'd stop rather than giving them each the 16 whacks she'd initially planned. "Let's get this over with," she said. She sat down on the bed, hefting the paddle and looking at them expectantly. "Jeremy, get your fanny over here nearest me – I'm going to make you share the paddling on the other side of you from where you shared your spanking. Shirley, you get right up tight beside him."

His crying continuing and his mickie, fortunately for him, drooping enough that it didn't attract his mother's attention, Jeremy complied reluctantly, dragging himself up on his bed and settling his midsection over his mother's lap as indicated. His little bottom quivered as he awaited what he knew was coming. "Come on, now, Shirley," her aunt beckoned. Shirley froze, still bawling.

"I caaaaan't" she wailed. "It's gonna hurt too much!"

"You get your little fanny over here right now and take your paddling, young lady," her aunt scolded. "You don't see Jeremy trying to get away!"

Jeremy, who'd been contemplating doing just that, trembled instead. Shirley took two dragging steps toward them, then stopped.

"Come on, Shirley," her aunt chided. "You're just making this harder on yourself. And you're making Jeremy have to wait for his paddling, and that makes it worse for him, too. The sooner you get your naughty little bottom up here, the sooner it will be over."

Shirley managed to crawl up to the bed, but then collapsed, sobbing, short of getting across her aunt's lap. Her aunt sighed, set the paddle down, and grabbed her around the waist. settling her into position tightly beside her trembling cousin. In the warm, stuffy room, both children were sweating freely now, their bodies coated with a sheen of perspiration, rubbing together wetly where they touched. Jeremy reached over and put an arm around Shirley's shoulders. "I'll hug you," he said to her. "And you hug me, too. It'll help."

Shirley lifted her left arm and laid it across Jeremy's thin back, squeezing him tightly to her, crying loudly into the pillow in front of her. Jeremy lowered his face next to hers, crying softly as well and hugging her thin shoulders just as tightly "Keep your bottoms flat," Jeremy's mother ordered, "and no protecting them or trying to get away unless you want me to add more swats!" Both children reacted to the impending paddling by tightening their bottoms, as if hardening their muscles would deflect the spanks and the accompanying pain. Jeremy's mother thought, briefly, how charming it was they wanted to comfort each other, and how cute the two of them were with their identical reactions. Then she focused on the job at hand and began their joint paddling, bring the hairbrush down sharply in the center of their two adjoining buttocks with a loud "thwap!"

Shirley squealed. Jeremy bawled a hearty "Owwwwww!" Both squeezed each other tightly as the sting of the first spank shot through them. The second set the tops of their little buns on fire, and the third the bottoms. As both children were smallish, the three spanks almost completely covered their entire butts. Jeremy was begging, "Please, Maaaaaaa!" again at the top of his lungs, Shirley merely sobbing uncontrollably. Jeremy's mother gave his other side the next three spanks, making him dissolve into a quivering mass of leg-kicking agony, and then it was Shirley's turn for three whacks in succession, setting her little butt on fire on the other side.

Jeremy's mother continued this same pattern for the second round, sending Jeremy into a leg kicking frenzy and making Shirley collapse limply in total submission as she continued squealing. Satisfied, Mrs. Whitt gave each of them their final blows, aiming first for the center of Shirley's bottom, then for the center of the wildly twisting Jeremy's little butt. She then put the paddle down and sat for awhile with the two little conspirators still across her lap, holding each other tightly and squalling in to their shared pillow, looking at the results of her lesson for them with satisfaction. She had made both little butts a nice cherry red, but she hadn't caused any blisters at all on Shirley save a couple along her butt crack from the last blow, and she'd only added another half dozen in an identical location along Jeremy's butt crack. She gave each of their butts a pat and slid out from under their legs and settled them side by side on the bed, still sobbing into the pillow and holding each other.

"Come on, Shirley – you need to go back to your bed," she chided, trying to separate the two crying children. Shirley just bawled louder and clung to Jeremy with all her strength. Her aunt pulled harder, then shrugged at let go of the little girl. It probably didn't matter if Shirley went back to her bed on the living room floor or not. They were cousins, after all, and just little children. Heck, if they were a couple of years younger she'd still be bathing them in the same tub together! They won't feel like doing anything naughty after a spanking and a paddling for misbehavior, and even if they did, they wouldn't even know what to do at their age – they didn't even know what their immature genitals were for! Besides, they'd just cry themselves to sleep – she'd paddled them well, after all. She thought about pulling up the sheet, but realized the room was too hot for that, and the two kids were still too loudly crying to open the window. "I'll leave you two to cry yourselves out," she said. "Morning comes too early." Jeremy and Shirley continued to cling together, sobbing, totally oblivious to her, their little red butts upturned side by side on Jeremy's bed. Jeremy's mother stopped at the door, briefly reconsidering whether it was wise to leave two naked opposite sex children in the same bed. She was being silly, she finally concluded. They were still sweet, innocent little lambs. She left the light on and shut the door to muffle the children's crying, then shut her own door as well, making the crying no longer audible at all. In ten minutes she was sound asleep.

It just went to show how wrong adults could be at times. In Jeremy's room, there was no sleeping and there were no sweet, innocent lambs either. Jeremy and Shirley cried for some time, still tightly holding each other. There was something about the bodily contact that eased the sting from their throbbing buttocks, something to cling to that felt good. After awhile, Jeremy's cries settled down to little moans punctuated by hiccups, and finally he swallowed down the big lump in his throat as manfully as possible, wiped his teary and snotty face on his damp pillowcase, and lifted his head, looking at Shirley, still crying inconsolably into the pillow beside him. He stopped hugging her from across the back and moved his arm to her head, stroking her hair gently.

"Don't cry," he said to his cousin. "Come on, Shirley, don't cry. It'll be all right. It stops hurting so much after awhile."

Shirley lifted her head and looked sideways at him, her face puffy and wet with tears where she'd completely soaked her half of the pillow. "It hurts so much!" she croaked.. "Worse than a spankin'!"

Jeremy gulped down another flood of his own tears. "I know," he said. "I got one too, remember?" He turned sideways on the bed, facing her, wincing as his throbbing butt complained at the movement and fighting to keep from starting up crying again. He had to be tough – big boys didn't cry! "Come here," he said. "I'll make it feel better." He pulled on her upper body, bringing her toward him, sliding his left arm under her to hug her fiercely. His right hand he let trail down her back until he could very carefully, very gently, cup her left buttock, the one nearest him. It glowed fiercely warm in his hand, the skin rough to the touch. Shirley turned her head and snuggled into him, hugging him back just as strongly, twisting to press her bare chest against his but keeping her hips flat on the bed, her red little butt facing upwards.

"Ow!" she complained, still crying. "Don't touch it – it hurts too much!" She sobbed into his shoulder, and he moved his hand upward and began stroking the small of her back. After what seemed like a long while, she turned the rest of her body to face him and swallowed back her own tears. Their knees touched as she did, their lower bodies separated. Shirley blinked back the tears and looked down his body.

"Your mickie is all little again," she said hoarsely. "How come it always hides when you get spanked?"

Jeremy shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it doesn't like spankin's."

"Well, I don't like them either," Shirley said. "Even if I don't have a mickie to hide." She slid her left arm down until her hand could cup Jeremy's butt. "You're all hot and sweaty," she said.

"You are, too," he said. "We should open a window." He got up and padded across the room, opening the windows on each of the outside walls. Shirley studied his flaming red bottom as he moved across the floor.

"Ooooh, you're all red again," she said, looking at the angry red blotches that decorated his bottom as he bent over slightly to open window. She could see the new blisters along his butt crack, and, glancing over her shoulder, saw matching blisters in the same area on herself. Jeremy turned from the window, now open and admitting a cooling breeze, and walked back towards the bed, his little finger of a mickie swaying back and forth in front of the wrinkled patch of his scrotum as he walked, not self-conscious of his nudity around her at all, now. Shirley watched intently as he approached, still marveling at how different boys were down there than girls. Jeremy noted her intense scrutiny.

"It's not fair," he said. "You get to look at me all the time, up close! You get to look at all my boy stuff, and even my dookie hole, but I don't get to look at you!" He indicated her pubic triangle, which, with her legs drawn up, was completely invisible. "I should get to look at you, too, all your girl parts!"

"But Aunt Matilda said that boys shouldn't look at girls there," Shirley said.

"But she didn't mean cousins," Jeremy said. "She meant girls like Francine! Cousins are different."

Shirley hesitated. Jeremy stopped moving, spreading his legs apart and putting his hands on his butt to thrust his crotch forward. "See?" He said. "You can look at any part of me you want!" He turned around suddenly, bent over, and carefully spread his red butt apart. Shirley immediately noted the contrast between his red buns and the white, protected area of his butt crack. "You can even look at where my dookie comes out!" Jeremy added, looking at her seriously from between his legs for a few moments. Then he straightened back up and turned around facing her again. "There, I showed you," he said. "Now it's only fair that you show me."

Shirley considered. "I guess that's fair," she said. "What part do you want to see?"

Now, it was Jeremy's turned to consider. He looked at his cousin, still modestly curled up on the bed. "I wanna see your dookie hole first," he decided. He had caught glimpses of the dookie holes of some of the boys of the swimming hole, when they bent over to take their underpants off or put them on or to splash water on other kids, but those views had been distant and fleeting. He couldn't remember ever seeing one close-up and had never occurred to him to squat over a mirror.

"Okay," Shirley said. She turned back onto her stomach, her little red butt facing the ceiling. Jeremy clambored on to the bed and squatted beside her, placing his palms and index fingers on either side of her still red butt crack, then pulling gently apart. He was immediately struck by the fact that her butt crack was a pristine white rather than the red of her butt, the same color her whole butt had been before it had gotten spanked and then paddled. He leaned forward to look at the tight little asterisk nestled between her soft orbs. For some reason he had expected it to be brown, he didn't know why, but instead, the tight little collection of wrinkles was an immaculate looking pink color, so spotless that it presented not a hint of what its purpose was. He felt a stirring of excitement to be looking at such a private place on a real girl. In response, his little mickie began rising to attention again, slowly climbing and hardening between his legs. Shirley, who was looking intently over her should at that very spot between his legs as he examined her butt, felt a tingling in her own loins as she watched it rise. "Your mickie is getting big again," she said.

"I know," Jeremy said. He continued to study her butt hole intensely. His mickie was becoming throbbingly hard, the tip of the jumping with each of his heart beats. For some reason he felt more excited down inside himself than he had ever been in his life. He let go of his cousin's butt reluctantly. "Turn over," he said. "I wanna see your girl stuff again now."

Shirley hesitated a moment. Should she let him look at her tween? She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed let boys he see her tween, but Jeremy was her cousin, and cousins were family. And her family certainly saw her tween when she got spanked! Her mother had seen it, and her father had seen it, and he was a boy! And even Aunt Matilda had seen it, just now when giving Shirley her spanking and paddling along with Jeremy! Anyway, he'd seen it a little bit before, after they'd gotten their spankings. And besides, it wasn't fair that she'd seen his boy stuff and he hadn't seen her girl stuff. Carefully, because her bottom still hurt something fierce, she rolled over on the bed lying with her hands at her side and her legs together. Jeremy leaned over eagerly, studying the little furrow between her legs.

"I can't see anything," he complained. "Spread your legs apart." Shirley obligingly spread her legs apart, and Jeremy climbed over one to squat between her legs, his little mickie still jumping with his heartbeat as he settled his butt on his heels and leaned over her crotch. The lips of her furrow had spread apart now, revealing the pink, moist tissue beneath more completely than when he'd seen it before. Jeremy studied it intently, trying to figure out what he was seeing. "Where does the pee come out?" he asked innocently. Shirley pointed with her finger. "Right inside there," she said. Jeremy leaned over, his face about 6 inches from her crotch, trying to see more clearly. Finding it hard to breathe so bent over, he untucked his legs from under him and got up onto his knees, so his face was lowered toward her and his butt in the air. He looked into the separated labia almost cross-eyed.

The first thin he noticed was an opening – not an opening like her butt hole, which was all closed up tight, but an opening that was open, like a little tunnel into her. "What, it comes out that hole?" he asked, poking toward it.

"No, not my tunnel," Shirley said. "It comes out of the little hole above it." She pointed helpfully. "Right there."

Jeremy looked closer – he could barely see the little closed slit she was indicating. "That's weird," Jeremy said. "You girls must go all over yourselves when you pee."

"Well it does get in my tween a little and sometimes a little gets on my bottom," Shirley said. "But you just wipe it off with toilet paper."

"Yuck," Jeremy said. "That's gross. That's why it's better to be a boy -- at least us boys don't pee all over ourselves! And we can pee standing up! And we don't even need toilet paper!"

Shirley couldn't think of anything to say to this, because it was true. She'd seen Jeremy pee, now, and it did look like a somewhat more convenient and less messy process. Heck, all he had to do when he wanted to pee was just whip his little thing out and point it away from him. He didn't even have to take down his pants! But then she thought of something. "But us girls don't have a bunch of stuff that gets in the way and sticks out where everybody can see it through their pants," she said. "So girls are better."

Now it was Jeremy's turned to consider, which he did while still studying the girl between her spread legs. "Girls look at the front of our pants?" He asked. "You see when we get hard and stuff?"

Shirley thought about Stanley Overstreet and her puzzlement over the changes in appearance of his little crotch bulge. "Sometimes," she said. Jeremy he felt a hint of embarrassment. He wondered how many girls had noticed his inopportune erections in the past. His attention drifted downward between the girl's legs, suddenly fixing again on what the small, open hole between her tiny pee hole and her tightly pursed butt hole.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing. "What's that hole under where you go pee?"

"It's kind of a tunnel," Shirley said. "I can get my finger all the way in it sometimes."

"What's it for?" Jeremy asked, moving his face closer trying to see inside. The narrow, dark little tunnel was glistening with moisture as deeply as he could see.

"I don't know," Shirley said. "It's just a hole." She didn't add that it felt kind of good to stick her finger in there, just like it felt kind of good to rub her fingertips over the top part of her slit, where the little bump was made the butterfly head. He didn't need to know all her secret thoughts. Jeremy sat back on his heels.

"Turn over," he said.

"Why?" Shirley asked. "You already looked at my doo-doo place."

"Get up all fours," Jeremy said. "And move your legs apart. I need to seen in your tunnel better."

Somewhat embarrassed but determined to go through with her promise to make them even by letting him look at her tween, Shirley got up on all fours, then spread her knees apart so that her tween spread all the way open. She felt very exposed. Jeremy climbed in behind her and squatted down to study her up close. "Put your face all the way down on the bed," Jeremy said. "Then you'll open up better, and I can see better." Shirley lowered her face, feeling even more exposed. Jeremy looked at her for a long while. "I don't get it," he finally said. "What's it good for?"

"I don't know, it's just there," Shirley said. "Like a belly button. It's a hole, too, and it isn't good for anything, either."

"Oh," Jeremy said. He sat back on his heels, losing interest in her girl parts for the moment. He was aware of the throbbing, yearning sensations from his own crotch, his little mickie begging him to touch it and squeeze it like he did sometimes when he was alone. He remembered the comfort of their earlier hug. He hopped off the bed and walked over to snap off the light, his mickie bouncing comically in the air as he did. The room became mostly dark again, with only the streetlight outside making things semi- visible. Shirley settled back flat on the bed again, face down. Jeremy snuggled in beside her. "We should go to sleep," he said. He stared at the ceiling, face up, for a moment. "Can I hug you first?" he finally asked.

"I guess," Shirley said, turning onto her side. Their previous naked hug had felt rather pleasant, she thought to herself. She'd welcome another one.

"No, I want you on her back this time," Jeremy said. "I want to hug you from the top."

Shrugging, Shirley settled onto her back, wincing again as her sore buttocks complained. To ease their contact with the bed, she pulled her legs up and spread them apart, minimizing the amount of her buttocks that touched the bed. Jeremy crawled in between her legs from the bottom, stretching himself full-length on her.

Shirley had been a little worried he might be too heavy, but Jeremy was a small boy, and although she definitely could feel his weight pressing on her, she didn't feel crushed. He settled his lower half between her legs, shifting his hips back and forth until his upward-pointing little mickie was nestled between her labia, where she could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat, a hard cylinder against her soft and surprisingly moist labia. He snuggled against her harder, moving his hips from side to side gently, his little pole nestling deeper in her furrow with each movement. She could feel the iron-hard tip of his tool pressing the bump at the top of her tween, the contact giving her mild waves of pleasantness as he did. Jeremy hugged her, hard, their upper bodies sweaty and sliding slickly together.

"Feels good," he breathed in her ear. "You know, where we fit together. Down there. It feels good."

It did feel good, Shirley had realized. Like it belonged there. Jeremy began a gentle rocking, his weight shifting slightly, their nestled genitals rubbing together gently as he did, the movement aided by the slickness of the sweat coating both their genital regions. As he continued the rocking motion, the pleasure in Shirley's loins increased, and her girl parts grew more damp, almost like she was sweating from the inside her tween. The slick wetness between her legs began making little squelching sounds as Jeremy rocked and shifted his mickie. "Yeah," she said almost in a whisper, echoing him. "Feels good."

Jeremy kept rocking, the movement making his mickie gently jab the now hard bump at the top of her furrow, and slide up and down slightly against the slick wetness the two now were developing between their legs. Shirley reached down and cupped his little butt, pushing him more tightly against her. "Harder," she whispered. "Push harder."

Jeremy, who was feeling the most wonderful sensations himself, ground his little cylinder even more strongly into her welcoming crotch. He was starting to get all shivery, kind of tickly, like he had before when she'd been touching him in the living room. He wanted to stop, but to keep going at the same time. He began moving his body more, letting his mickie slide down against her furrow and then up again repeatedly, vastly increasing the shivery feelings he was experiencing. To his surprise, he felt himself accumulating more dampness from the girl, and both their genital regions were grown quite moist and slippery.

Jeremy kept increasing the wildness of his movements, his internal sensations increasing, as he did. Shirley was wiggling under him, like someone being gently tickled, and breathing as hard as he was. He kept sliding his mickie further down her slit before sliding up again, experiencing more and more sensations, until, without warning, he slid down so far that when he started up, the tip of his thrusting mickie caught on something inside her. Instead of sliding smoothly to the top of the furrow this time, it bent downward and, impossibly, or so it seemed to Jeremy, inward. Inward, into a moist and very tight place, enveloped in heat like a hot towel suddenly being wrapped around the head of his member and then being squeezed by a hand squeezing it for all it was worth. Jeremy's mickie was suddenly surrounded by wet heat and overwhelming sensation, and underneath him Shirley stiffened and let out a muffled little squeal.

"Ouch! OWWW! It hurts!" she was saying, suddenly summoning the strength to push him violently off of her as she rolled sideways and clutched her crotch. Jeremy landed beside her on his sore butt, the tip of his little mickie pulsing wetly in the semi-darkness.

"What's wrong?" Jeremy said, alarmed at her reaction. "Why'd you push me?"

Shirley probed her crotch and tried to catch her breath. "Your mickie went in my tunnel," she finally said, rubbing herself. "At least a little way in! It hurt!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jeremy said, reaching unconsciously to his mickie to gently stroke it as he talked. He still had some of the wonderful feeling there that he'd gotten when it has entered her warm place, and he longed to have the feeling back. "I didn't mean for that to happen," he added. "I was just rocking and it got in there somehow."

"It's all right," Shirley said, lying back again, but gently stroking her own labia near the top with one hand in concert with Jeremy's own self-stimulation. "It only hurt a second. But we'd better not do that any more today – I'm kinda sore there now."

Jeremy, disappointed, settled down beside her, still stroking his genitals, wanting that good feeling back he'd had a moment ago when they' been rocking their genitals together. He looked across at her in the semi-darkness, slowly stroking her crotch much as he was stroking his. "Can you touch me again?" he finally asked. "Like you did in the living room?" His voice had acquired a pleading, begging quality. "Please?"

"Okay," Shirley said. She kept stroking her labia and the hard little bump at the top with her left hand, but reached with her right and took his hard mickie in it, giving it a powerful squeeze and then slowly beginning to rub it. Jeremy let out a little moan of pleasure and succumbed to sensation. In less than 30 seconds, he was overcome again with waves of tickly, shivery sensations, his little hips thrusting his hard mickie toward the ceiling as he gasped and grunted and then settled back, sated, and pushed her hand away.

"Thanks," he said, still panting. The girl next to him was still gently circling her tween with her left hand. "Can we play the rocking game again tomorrow?" he said eagerly. "If we can get somewhere secret, that is?"

Shirley thought about it, her loins purring with pleasure as she continued rubbing them. She had enjoyed her cousin's weight on her, and the gentle probing of his mickie before he'd accidentally impaled her. "Okay," she said. "But you have to promise not to get too low on me and go in my tunnel, or I won't let you do it any more."

"Thanks," Jeremy said, smiling shyly. He was quiet a moment. Shirley kept stroking herself. "You're aces, for a girl," he finally said. "I'm sorry I was mean to you." Shirley didn't answer, but felt a swell of happiness at his apology. Jeremy nestled against her and his breathing settled down. Despite the low throb of his well-spanked and paddled bottom, Jeremy Whitt was asleep in moments.

Shirley had stayed away for awhile after that, the sensations in her groin as she rubbed herself more and more vigorously growing stronger over the next several minutes, until she, too, found herself thrusting her hips to the ceiling and grunting much like Jeremy had done. There was something about touching her cousin's boy parts that was so exciting, that had made the need to rub herself the most important thing in the world. She lay there, sated and sleepy, dimly aware of the gentle throb of her tender buttocks but mildly surprised that they didn't hurt more than they did after being spanked and paddled quite hard by her aunt. She gently separated her labia and felt inside with her finger, probing the edge of the opening where her cousin's little mickie had briefly slipped inside her. She'd felt a brief stab of pain when that had happened, and had pulled away from him, but it didn't really feel sore, now. She tried to remember what his member had felt like inside her. It hadn't gone in far – maybe an inch at most. It hadn't felt like her finger – it had been, somehow, more soft, despite its hardness, certainly wider, and more, more … more right, somehow. Like it belonged there. But she wasn't letting him go there again. It might hurt more next time. Sleepily, she reached over and squeezed the exposed member of her cousin sleeping next to her. His mickie and become a little soft worm in his sleep, no longer as exciting to hold and play with. She fingered the ridge of the head, tracing its strangeness. Then she'd slipped off to sleep.