| The Peanut Butter Club, Chapter 2 – The Club's Origins This is Chapter 2, and where the real fun began and the club actually gets its beginnings. There is an earlier chapter which is the slow story of the first 'date' between me an eight year old girl, and my four-year-old sister. If you haven't read that chapter yet, you may want to. ALL constructive criticism enthusiastically welcomed! The Peanut Butter Club Rules:
The ride home from the theatre where my four year old sister and I shared our first of many kisses, and also had the opportunity to kiss another girl our age while her father watched, was torture for me. I didn't know if the things I'd experienced that day would ever be available to me again or not. I sure hoped I'd be able to experiment more, and hoped my sister was willing, but little girls can be fickle, and we'd only been on a 'pretend date' and I didn't know how life at home would change. I was not disappointed, and things happened that night which exceeded my wildest dreams... When we returned home, my sister said she was hungry and I decided to make us both some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I brought all the things needed to our bedroom, and made a sandwich for each of us. “What?” my sister demanded of me, snapping me back to reality. “You keep looking at me weird.” “I'm sorry honey,” I told her “I guess I'm kinda daydreaming.” Little did she know I was reliving the soft and tender feelings I'd had just an hour before. Remembering what it was like to kiss her, and the daughter of the man sitting behind us when we'd been caught. Even watching my sister and her kissing had been ... well I didn't know the word yet, but, erotic. The memory was enough to get that tingly feeling between my legs again, and I was afraid I'd wet my panties like I had at the theatre, so I tried to keep my mind on the task at hand. I finished making the sandwiches: extra peanut butter, easy on the jelly for me, extra jelly and no crust for my sister, and we ate them contentedly. My sister was a mess when she had finished hers! There was peanut butter and jelly coating her lips, and the crevices between her lips and those beautiful dimples all children had. “Your face is all messy,” I told her. “You need to clean up.” She stuck her tongue out and rolled it over her lips to clean her face of the sticky mix, and I was overcome with desire to taste her again. “Wait. Let me clean your face,” I said, and she giggled. I scooted over next to her, laying my legs out straight across her crossed ones. One of her feet was under my butt, but I didn't mind as I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her in close to me. The sight and smell of the peanut butter and the jelly on her cute little face filled my nostrils and overwhelmed me as I stuck my tongue out and licked at my sister's sticky-sweet lips. I took longer than necessary licking up her little lips and then licked the corners of her mouth forcefully enough that my tongue parted her lips slightly and I could taste her saliva mixing with the sugary substances. God I could just eat her up! She smiled while I cleaned her, and as her lips were parted by my tongue, she darted hers out suddenly and before I knew it we were kissing with more passion than I'd ever seen in the movies. My tongue was exploring her mouth, rolling over her baby teeth, and the space where she'd lost a baby tooth and not grown a new one in yet. It explored her gum line, and of course, I danced my tongue with hers, enjoying the textures of the rough and bumpy top and the smooth underside. She was just as eager to explore her older sister's mouth as well, and wasn't shy about doing a similar exploration of my mouth. At one point, she decided to see how far in my mouth she could get my tongue, and she tried to jam it down my throat. She wasn't able to get in far enough that I couldn't breathe, so I didn't mind it one bit. Her foot moved a little at that point, and it tickled my bottom. I thought maybe I was putting her foot to sleep so I sat up a bit and when I did that, she straightened out her legs, and her big toe brushed just for an instant along my cunny. I had to break off the kiss and moaned as quietly as I could into the air as the electricity ran up and down my body from the contact on my most sensitive area. “Are you okay, sis?” She asked me when I did that. “Yes you just touched me funny. It's okay.” It was more than okay, but I didn't have the words yet. “Wanna play a fun game?” I asked my baby sis, who always wanted to play whatever games I came up with.” Of course she nodded, and I dipped my finger into the jar of peanut butter. “I'm going to put just a little bit of peanut butter on myself, and you have to kiss it off. When it's all gone, you put some on yourself, and I'll kiss it off you. Sound like fun?” She nodded enthusiastically, and I spread the peanut butter from my finger across my neck. I'd heard of people “necking” before, and I thought it was just kissing people's necks, and I wanted her to kiss mine. Eagerly, she leaned in and alternated between kissing and licking my neck. She got on her hands and knees and I reached for her bottom and pulled her in close to me, wanting her to be more forceful, to put more pressure on my body. Although I had put the peanut butter too high, closer to my chin than my collarbone where I'd later discover was the 'right' place for necking, it felt good, and I remember caressing my sister's four year old tights-clad bum as she licked it all up. I had almost forgotten the game we were playing until she said “My turn!” and reached for the jar of peanut butter. I was wondering where she'd put it, what part of her body I'd be invited to taste, and was slightly disappointed when she placed it on her nose. It was a silly game to her, not the sexual thing it was to me, but I obliged her of course. Still, I wanted to play a little. So when my sister laid down on her back and smiled up at me as I said something about eating her nose all up, I also decided to tickle her ribs. I knew she was very ticklish there, as was I, and we both enjoyed a good tickling, despite our protests every time someone had tried to do it. I straddled her tiny body so she couldn't get away, and took her nose into my mouth and flicked my tongue from side to side, whipping the peanut butter back and forth and began the tickle assault. At first, I tickled her ribs through her shirt, but eventually it rose up on her and I felt her bare skin. Her nose was clean too fast for my tastes, so I dipped my finger in the peanut butter jar and spread some on her tummy, near her little 'outtie' navel. She was still laughing uncontrollably as I lowered my face to her belly and trailed kisses from top to bottom. When I reached the part where the peanut butter had been, I pressed my face into her skin and breathed in her powdery scent and that of my favorite food. I bathed her body with my tongue varying my techniques and paces. Sometimes I'd flick my tongue back and forth quickly, while sometimes I'd make one slow licking motion across the entire width of her body. I paid extra attention to her belly button, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue, since this made her laugh the most. I was really enjoying the game, but wanted to feel her tongue on my body again, so I mimicked her saying “My turn!” and knew exactly where I wanted to have her lick. “I'm going to take my shirt off cause I don't want it to get dirty.” And I removed my pink top and lay it next to me a few feet away. I was now topless, and I got a bigger glob of peanut butter than before, and mashed the stuff into both of my smooth nipples. My sister said “Hey you picked two places! No fair!” “But I licked your nose AND your belly, remember?” That seemed to satisfy her, and I laid on my back this time. She straddled me as I had her earlier, and with her legs spread that far, I could plainly feel her vulva pressed into my lower belly. I placed my hands on her lower back, and caressed her skin before thinking to tell her “You should take your shirt off too baby.” She didn't usually like it when I called her that, but this time it was a term of endearment, and not a reminder that I was the oldest. I helped her take her shirt off, and she laid down on top of me, and I felt her bare chest against mine and I was truly in love. I always loved my sister, but it never felt like this before. Such an innocent thing, but so tender, so soft, so romantic. She rocked her body up and down mine as she licked the peanut butter from the area around my nipples where my breasts would some day grow in. It felt nice, and relaxing, but not fantastic until two things happened: the first was when her tongue first flicked a nipple – that was such a powerful feeling! I never knew those areas were that sensitive. It sent little pins and needles down one side of my body, a pleasant numbness. It was electrifying, and it was like some power switch inside my body had been flicked to the 'on' position. I felt dampness between my legs, and I thought I had peed myself, but I didn't care, I didn't want her to stop. I needed more. My nipples hardened under my sister's tongue-assault like they did when it was freezing outside. This seemed fun to her, as she started to play with them more. She even latched on and tried suckling at them like I was a momma who could give her milk. I couldn't, but that image and sensation would stick with me for a long time, and from then on I loved to have anyone kiss or suck at my nipples like a baby. Eventually she switched sides, and it was only then I noticed the other thing fantastic happened. As she was moving her whole body up and down, rubbing it against mine, I realized that it wasn't just that she needed to stretch to reach my nipples... she was getting some pleasure from it too! Her crotch had gotten damp too I noticed, and I realized from her motions she was intentionally rubbing her little cunny against my body! The little bump at the top that I'd later know was the clitoris had hardened and puffed up, and was now poking out and rubbing through her clothes against my belly and sometimes my leg. When she moved to switch sides, she stopped straddling my whole body and instead was straddling just one leg, after I had bent the knee and placed that foot on the carpet. My toes were curling and digging into the soft carpet and she picked up her pace 'riding' me. When she'd pull back, she'd do it very hard and fast now, so that her little vulva would ram hard into my leg. I was afraid she'd hurt herself, but if you could've seen it, there was no stopping her or telling her to slow down and be careful... she wanted and needed the feelings it was giving her, even if she couldn't name it any better than I could. I was fascinated by this behavior, and it was this that triggered my interest in masturbation... I wanted to rub my cunny against something, anything. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. For some reason, I wanted her to do it again, naked. I wanted to feel her cunny and her cunny-bump rubbing against me. I wanted to touch it with my hands, to rub it for her and make her feel good. I wanted her to rub and touch mine... All this and more would happen soon, I'll tell you all about it in Chapter 3! |