From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Tasting A Brownie Scout   
      
   By bobandcarole (M/g+, inc, ped, nc, anal, brown, scat, copr, rape)   
      
   The following story is fictional:   
      
   I was a pretty normal kid I guess. I was born and raised by a   
   middle-class, hard working family in the suburbs of a conservative town   
   located in the Midwest. It was a quiet town for the most part. Everyone   
   was deeply religious.   
      
   Nothing really happened in that town, no crimes or prominent events   
   ever really took place, much like my childhood. No real trauma other   
   than the usual childhood frights every now and then, but nothing that   
   could have triggered the inane and immoral series of events that took   
   place during my latter adolescence. There was nothing that could have   
   brought me over the edge, while allowing me to witness the other side   
   of things. The evil side...   
      
   However, I am not saying I regret doing the things I did. I long for   
   those days more and more. The older I get the more I wish I could   
   somehow live through that point in time again. I cherish that point in   
   time like I cherish the sweet innocence of a naïve little girl.   
      
   I was 18.   
      
   The school bells rang right on cue at 2:40 p.m. I was finally done with   
   High School. I couldn't wait to get out of this socially disturbing   
   atmosphere. Everyone at my school was so "goody-goody" and I found   
   myself not being able to relate to them as much as I could before, when   
   I was younger.   
      
   In no way was I becoming anti-social, but there was a little voice in   
   my head that could have been predicting the onset of this in my   
   subconscious mind. I usually neglected to give the cowering, low-toned   
   voice a listen.   
      
   Anyway, I returned home from school with an unusual smile on my face. I   
   was actually feeling great knowing that I could put all of that teenage   
   angst-induced drama behind me.   
      
   The phone rang as I entered the mudroom and I scrambled to find the key   
   and open the front door to answer the call. I got it on the fourth   
   ring.   
      
   "Hello." I said.   
      
   "Hey Sky, it's Mom, I just wanted to say congratulations." she mumbled.   
      
   "Oh, yeah... Uhm, thanks Mom." I responded.   
      
   "I also wanted to let you know that we need your assistance for a   
   while, hon." she proceeded to tell me. "You are going to have to watch   
   your sister for about two weeks."   
      
   "But, what for?" I said with little enthusiasm.   
      
   "Because it will take about two weeks for me to arrange for her new   
   child care program. They have to do paperwork or something of the like,   
   but anyways you have to do this for me." she demanded in a monotonous   
   voice, which let me know that she meant she was serious. My mother can   
   be bland and annoying at times...   
      
   "Ughhhh... Fine, I will do it, but only for two weeks." I said,   
   thinking that soon enough I would be free of the dreadful   
   responsibility I have always had over my little sister.   
      
   "Okay, thanks Skyler, I'll be home at around five, and your sister   
   should be home any time now. Remember to remind her to be dressed and   
   ready for me when I get home so I can take her to Brownie Scouts.   
   Thanks, bye hon." she said and hung up too fast for me to respond to   
   her.   
      
   I sat down and turned on the tube to catch some afternoon television   
   and just relax. I thought of how boring the next two weeks were going   
   to be, but that slowly faded as I slipped into a vegetative, TV-induced   
   state.   
      
   The front door opened and it was Lindsey, my sister. Lindsey just   
   turned six years old and was very small for her age. She had long   
   reddish-brown hair that went down to her mid-back, with baby blue eyes   
   and a very cute freckled face. She was also very playful at that age.   
   She always wanted me to play games with her and she loved to soak up   
   the attention like a little sponge.   
      
   "Hey Skyler." she said with a sweet and soft little chirp.   
      
   "Hey Sis, how are you doing? Did you have a fun day at school?" I   
   asked.   
      
   "Yeah, we finger painted, and.... and the teacher said my picture was   
   the best one!" she exclaimed.   
      
   I put on a grin and said, "Wow, good job, Sis!"   
      
   She went into her room to go drop her little backpack and go do girly   
   things, I am assuming.   
      
   I continued to watch TV for a couple more hours and then warned Lindsey   
   that she had to be ready for Mom when she came home.   
      
   She nodded her head and walked upstairs to her room and I heard the   
   door shut.   
      
   For some reason I was anticipating her walking back down the stairs and   
   sitting next to me on the couch wearing that brown-skirted uniform. I   
   don't know why I was feeling this way, I never knew why, but right then   
   was when I actually noticed this anxiousness. I heard her door open   
   again after a few minutes and I waited as I heard her walking down the   
   stairs. She then walked into the living room and plunged onto the couch   
   to watch some TV before my mother came home to take her to Scouts in a   
   half an hour or so.   
      
   That is the first time she really caught my attention. I noticed that   
   she was mesmerized by the TV and couldn't really notice me if I were to   
   look at her out the corner of my eye. I did so. Her legs were so   
   little, but well formed and so smooth. They looked almost like a   
   model's pair of limbs, only on a much, much smaller scale. Her little   
   Brownie skirt was hiked up about halfway up her thighs, and for some   
   reason I just wanted to reach down and rub them.   
      
   "What in the fuck was happening to me?" I thought to myself. I have   
   never felt this way before, but now that I had actually given   
   sufficient attention to my sister and her body, I noticed that she was   
   very attractive. I found myself lured by her lovely locks that were   
   braided in pigtails. She looked like a miniature Pippi Longstockings   
   with that cute little freckled face and those big, beautiful bright   
   blue eyes.   
      
   I was now scanning her body all over, with my face pointed towards her.   
   I felt my cock start to grow a bit, but at the same time I felt very   
   ashamed. I looked away, but my cock kept growing larger. I had to look   
   back at those legs, so I did and that is when she caught me looking.   
      
   "What are you staring at, Sky?" she asked.   
      
   "Oh nothing, Sis. You just look very cute in that uniform." I said with   
   a reassuring smile.   
      
   She giggled and then got up off the couch to go use the bathroom. As   
   she walked away I rescanned her full figure with my eyes in awe. I   
   could not believe that I never noticed this pre-pubescent child and her   
   aura of beauty before.   
      
   I got up off the couch really fast and said "Fuck!" I forgot I was so   
   hard and my cock contorted at an odd angle. I quickly adjusted my shaft   
   and proceeded to tiptoe over to the bathroom door to try and listen in   
   on what my sis was doing.   
      
   When I got to the door, I heard the trickling noise of her urine   
   spattering into the toilet bowl. I then heard her make little grunting   
   noises and heard her fidgeting around on the pot. I then realized that   
      
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