The Day She Turned Eleven

by danwoodsversion1

Becky Lewis was your typical 10-year-old girl. She went to school, hung out with friends, and visually she was an angel. She stood at about 5'1", and her pinkish blonde hair was so long it would caress her soft butt when she was naked, and she liked being naked. Her eyes were a deep light blue, perfectly balanced by her button nose. Her skin was a smooth, light brown tan, with no lines, puberty had not yet kicked in, not even slightly, but this all changed the day after her eleventh birthday.

"How do you fell hon?"

"Still feel all funny, really hot."

"Well don't worry, after work I'll get you something from the chemist, help with your fever."

"Do you have to go to work?"

"Becky, I know you don't feel well, but, and I do believe these were your words, 'It's just a fever, I can still eat my cake.'"

"Yeah, alright," said Becky under a false pout.

Her mother giggled to herself, "Anyway, Stacy finishes school soon, she'll be here in about half an hour, then she can tend to your every need," she said as she bowed towards her daughter.

"It is so hard to find good slaves these days," replied Becky, the two Lewis' laughed at each other.

"So you'll be ok for a little while?"

"Yeah."

"Good, and don't get into any mischief."

"Me?"

"You."

Becky watched as her mum got up and left her room saying her goodbyes. Becky sat in her bed, listening out for sound of the front door to close and her mum's car to drive away, then Becky just sat there twiddling her thumbs.

"I'm bored."

Becky got out of bed and walked across her room. If one was use to describe her room it would be pink, pink wallpaper, very pink carpet, stuffed animals took up as much space as possible, she walked towards her window and opened it to let in some cool spring air.

"Mmm, that feels a bit better," she said as the air rushed over her hot form, she then turned and walked towards the door, undoing the buttons on the pale yellow pyjama shirt she was wearing and let it fall to the floor, clad only in white panties she went downstairs to the kitchen where she fetched herself a glass of water and went back upstairs, pausing briefly to look at herself in the full length mirror in the living room.

Back in her room, she took a sip of water and placed the glass on her bedside cabinet before going back to the window, once again feeling the soft breeze wash over her.

"Why am I so hot?" she moaned, rubbing her hands over her forehead. She continued to stand in front of the window as her hands slowly started to drift down her young body, stopping at her chest, feeling her small nipples get hard, something they had been doing a lot these past few weeks, much to the surprise of her mother. Her right hand journeyed further south, rubbing her panty covered bud. She felt her lips spread and slipped her forefinger in between, gliding back and forth, causing her body to involuntarily rock in motion. Her nipples got even harder and more sensitive and her right hand was getting wetter from the moisture flowing from her.

"Mmm, still feel hot."

Becky slid her hand out of her panties and hooked her fingers around the band, sliding them down off her legs and kicking them across her room. Now naked she walked towards her bedside cabinet and dipped two fingers into the cool glass of water and returned them to her wet lips.

"T-that's better."

She felt her body shiver as her hand worked its magic between her legs, causing an involuntary rocking motion.

"Real... better."

Her breathing got heavy and more rapid, and she could feel an increasing need to pee, she could feel it building up when suddenly...

"Becky? Are you upstairs?"

Stacy's call as she came up the stairs snapped Becky back into reality, realising her current state; naked, hot and dripping between the legs, she quickly grabbed a baggy old t-shirt and slipped it over herself.

"Becky are you... ok?"

"Yeah, fine. Just... a little hot."

"You do look a little flushed."

As Stacy stared at Becky she noticed the clothes strewn on the floor, and the fluid running down her inner thigh.

"Becky?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe a cold shower will cool you down."

"Ok."

Stacy left the room and went to the bathroom, while Becky breathed a sigh of relief.

Now back downstairs in the living room, Stacy couldn't get the image of Becky out of her mind. The sweat glistening on her face, her flushed cheeks, a glazed look in her eyes, the sweet scent flowing from her, a scent she knew all to well. Stacy had one thought running through her mind, she wanted to make love to Becky.

Upstairs the shower was cooling down Becky, but she was still shaken from nearly being caught, shaken and a little excited. She kept on thinking about what must be going through Stacy's mind at the sight she saw. And she wanted to find out. Stacy had known Becky since she was born, and had looked after her very often over the years. Stacy was a beautiful 18 year old. Her short black hair was tied into tiny pigtails, and perfectly complemented her grey eyes. Her skin was quite pale, and her 34b breasts would freely move under her cotton tops. Becky couldn't think of anything else now, she wanted to make love to Stacy.

"That feels better," Becky said as she came downstairs.

"Good. I thought that might..." Stacy lost her train of thought as she saw Becky.

Becky had put her baggy T-shirt back on, but she hadn't dried herself from the shower. She was wet all over, and it had soaked into her t-shirt causing it to cling her young body, showing every curve on her.

"Are you ok Stacy?"

"Wha? Oh, yeah. Why didn't you dry yourself off?"

"I wanted to keep the cold water on me. To keep me cool."

"If you say so."

Becky sat down on a chair next to the sofa Stacy was sitting on. They watched TV for about ten minutes when Stacy noticed Becky kept fidgeting on her seat.

"Becky? You ok?"

"What, oh yeah, I'm fine."

"Why do you keep fidgeting?"

"I just, feel really hot."

"Come here, I'll check your temperature."

Becky got up and walked towards Stacy, standing in front of her.

"Ok, let's see."

Stacy reached out and put her hand over Becky's forehead.

"Doesn't feel that hot."

"That's 'cos that isn't where it is."

"Where is then?" asked Stacy as she took her hand off of her, "Show me."

Becky brought both her hands up and placed them over her pointy nipples.

"It's hot here."

"Ok," Stacy said, swallowing as she spoke, "Anywhere else?"

Becky's hands dropped from her chest, her right snuck around behind her, cupping her young butt. Her left hand moved slowly between her legs, running over her hairless mound.

"It's hot here too."

"Umm, right. I'll just go get you a cold drink. Maybe you should have another cold shower later."

Stacy got up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a drink when she heard a high-pitched moan from the living room.

"Becky?"

Stacy walked back and saw Becky lying back on the coffee table. Her still-wet t-shirt was pulled around her waist and her left hand was rubbing furiously on her pussy.

"Becky? What are you doing?"

"I... can't, help... feels too good."

Her leg muscles tensed as she brought her feet up, resting them on the tables edge.

"Becky, you have to stop."

"Mmmm."

Stacy walked closer to Becky, not sure what to do she just knelt down in front of her and watched.

"Ohhh, yes."

Becky pushed two fingers into herself, feeling no resistance. Her small body squirming over the glass table top. Juices flowed freely from her, the scent of which, washed over Stacy's form.

"B-Becky?"

"Yeah," she replied, at no point stopping her penetrative onslaught.

"You smell... really sweet."

"Uh-huh."

"Like, h-h-honey."

Stacy leant forward, resting her hands on Becky's soft thighs. Her tongue slowly licked the juices from her, before replacing Becky's fingers with her tongue.

"Uhhh, S-Stacy. That's... that's real good."

Stacy continued tongue fucking her, as she put her on forefinger into Becky's tight virgin asshole.

"Oww, Stacy, that hurts."

Stacy took her mouth away from Becky's honeypot for a brief moment, "Shh, it'll be fine."

Stacy pushed her tongue back into her, while her finger started pumping back and forth with increasing pace, causing Becky to hump back involuntarily, causing deeper penetration from Stacy's finger and tongue.

"Stacy."

"Mmm?" came the muffled reply.

"I-I... I love y-y... ahhhh!"

Becky's hands flew to her small chest, her back arched as she orgasmed, cum pouring out of her like a tap, Stacy tried to drink up as much as she could, but there was too much, it dribbled down her chin and dripped onto the carpet.

"Becky, you ok sweetie?"

Becky's body lay limp as she recovered, sweat glistening on her young body.

"I... have... never... felt... better," she managed to reply through short breathes.

"What were you about to say before?"

"I was gonna say..."