| The Peanut Butter Club, Chapter 3 – The Sleepover This is chapter three of how me and my younger sister formed a 'make out' club when we were young, and which still exists today... You may wish to read chapters one and two first, but a brief summary begins this chapter. All feedback, especially constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I hope to be a professional writer someday and take all my writing very seriously. Thanks for making my stories #2 and #4 last week! *kisses all around* The Peanut Butter Club Rules:
These are the official rules of the Peanut Butter Club, a group my sister and I started when I was eight and she was only four years old. She didn't get too much say in the rules then, but now she's a very active 'officer'. What have I already told you... oh yes, about the theatre where my sister and I went on a 'pretend date' with each other, and kissed for the first time, and all about the man behind us who caught us, and how he let us kiss his daughter too. I told you about how our experimentation truly began that afternoon, and how we explored each others bodies by playing the kissing and licking game that I came up with, and which the group still uses as part of its initiation. That first time, with my four year old sister's naked body rubbing furiously against mine, trying to get herself off by humping her cute little clit against my bent leg while she was kissing and licking peanut butter off my almost-budding breasts. I think I should fast forward a little bit, to a weekend shortly after that. In the time between, my sister and I played these making out games every night, and during the day when we had the chance. We even got bolder, kissing each other and burying our tongues deeply into each other's mouths in public. We loved the look we got from teenage boys and dirty old men when they'd see us in a shopping mall just stop walking and start making out right there in front of them. Sometimes we'd see a really attractive girl our age walking with her mother, and we'd get so turned on by her that our juices would start to coat our panties, and we'd make sure the girl watched us kiss or fondle each other's chests or ass. We often wished we'd get a chance to make out with strangers like our first date, but rarely did it happen. Whoops, sorry, I got caught up in reminiscing... A few weekends after our first make out session, we had a sleepover party. Our mom never paid us much attention, and never cared if we wanted to have people over or go to other people's houses, so we had a lot of sleepovers. My friends tended to be older girls because I was considered mature for my age, but my sister had just started pre-school, and she had some of her friends over a lot too, so there'd usually be anywhere from four to six of us girls and we'd be aged from four to twelve. Even though some of my friends were older and bigger than me, I was the leader. It was my house, and I made the rules. Maybe they were afraid of my mom, or maybe they all just liked the ideas I came up with, the games I always wanted to play. The girls and I used to talk about boys and dating a lot, but a lot of them agreed with me that girls were way cooler. I didn't know the word lesbian back then, but I already knew I was one. My sister and I weren't shy about the fact we had kissed, and this weekend, we started an impromptu truth or dare game when Mary, a twelve year old friend of mine, said “Is it true that you two like to kiss each other? That would be so hot to see, a fourth grader kissing her preschool sister.” We were more than happy to put on a show, and what a show we put on! They only expected us to kiss each other's mouths, but we did so much more! We were all in a circle, dressed in our underclothes only since it was so hot, and my sister and I kissed as passionately and as sexy as we could for our friends and audience. I held my sister's cheek with one hand, my other hand was on the back of her head, pulling her slowly, sensually closer to my own. I licked my lips in anticipation, and tasted my fruity lip gloss before tilting my head and kissing just her lips once, twice. I always loved teasing. Finally, I opened my mouth and licked my sister's lips with the tip of my tongue, making slow laps on those sweet tasting treats. The other girls' eyes were bugging out of their heads in disbelief, they were glued to us as we started kissing in earnest. We had both gotten too worked up to be soft and loving this time, we were horny and overcome with lust! I lifted my sister's head and tilted it back, feeling her tiny little hands running through my hair as I stabbed my tongue into her mouth fiercely and furiously whipped my tongue back and forth across hers. She was kissing just as fiery, and trying to dart her tongue into my mouth, which I finally slowed down and let her do. God, we'd only been kissing a couple of weeks, and she'd gotten so good at knowing exactly how I liked it, hard and rough! She pushed me down onto my back and straddled me like the first time we'd played together this way, and she jammed her tongue hard towards the back of my mouth. I sucked on her lower lip as I started to smell both of our juices, and probably a few of our observers' flowing. In response, she nibbled on mine, making me yelp sharply. That did it. My carnal instincts completely took over my body and mind, and my hands grabbed at my sister's four year old ass, clutched at her butt cheeks and kneaded the soft pliable flesh. I slid my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pink cotton panties and pulled them down, exposing her tender flesh to all the others. Before long, she spread her legs wide, and you could hear her pussy lips make a shlick sound as her sticky juices allowed her lips to pull apart slowly. Her clitoris was poking out and puffy and I could feel it rub on my leg, as I slipped one finger inside her cunny-folds. I rubbed her slit quick, like I knew she loved, up and down the area between her outer and inner lips. I wasn't penetrating her body, just threatening to. “Pervert!” Sandra yelled at her older sister, pointing her finger at the eldest girl who was busy with a hand down her panties, frigging her own clit wantonly. Mary's response was sharp and quick “Looks like you're enjoying the show too!” she chided her 10 year old sister, and with that pointed at the crotch of her friend's panties, now translucent with wetness. The whole room was stinking of little-girl lust, my favorite scent in the world. One of the other girls there got bold finally: “Well, if you don't wanna touch yourself, I guess I'd better do it for you!” and without any hesitation her hand flew to the ten year old's pussy, rubbing her through the thin panties until she heard a definite moan of approval, when she helped her friend out of her underclothes. Within minutes, we were all naked and it was a full-fledged partner swapping orgy as every girl there took turns kissing every other girl, fondling each other's breasts no matter how developed, from little crab-apple shaped fruits to totally flat, every breast and every nipple there got a good licking, sucking and rubbing from everyone else. Amazingly though, I didn't see anyone licking anyone else between their legs. The idea had never actually occurred to me yet, though I'm sure some of the older girls had heard of eating out, and were maybe curious. It just wasn't time yet. Although there was a lot of clit-rubbing, I don't remember anyone getting penetrated by anyone's fingers either. It could have happened without me seeing. “Hey you guys” I said after the wave of lust had crested and began to subside “wanna play the peanut butter game?” That was an amazing night... the next afternoon, after everyone had left, I welcomed the girls into the Peanut Butter Club, and e-mailed them all the rules. The original group had five members: Jessie: Myself, 8 years old We became the closest of friends. We all liked each other before that night, but something happens when you share something so carnal, so passionate with a close group of friends that beings you even closer. We were closer than family, closer than blood-sisters. We all loved each other and not just physically. A bond grew out of that night, and nothing would ever break it. In the next chapter, I'll tell you about when we decided to start up a video chat group, and our group's first “homework” assignment. |