From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Seducing JoAnn   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       When I was growing up, a boy named Mike came to live near me, and we   
   became good friends.  In a slow, almost innocent way, we also became   
   physically involved with each other.  Shortly after I turned 15 (Mike was   
   about 13 at the time), we started having full-blown sex.  But that is   
   another story...   
      
       Although Mike and I enjoyed each other, we each had our eyes on girls,   
   too.  We would often talk about them, even at the end of one of our steamy   
   afternoons together.  (ESPECIALLY then!  It always seemed like having sex   
   with each other just made us even hornier.) There was a neighborhood girl   
   (her name was Janine) that Mike thought was cute, while I was getting   
   interested in Mike's developing sister, JoAnn.  She and Janine were about   
   the same age (11), and although Janine was probably the prettier of the two   
   -- she had ivory skin, long, dark hair and a pert little nose -- there was   
   something about JoAnn that grabbed me.  Maybe it was those big, flirtatious   
   eyes that peered up at you, making you wonder what was on her mind.  I   
   found myself thinking about her more and more.   
      
       One afternoon, I decided to see if we could each get somewhere with our   
   female fantasies.  Mike had ridden over on his bicycle to spend some time   
   at my place.  (By this time, we had moved across town, and since I often   
   had the house to myself while my mom worked, it was the ideal place for us   
   to get together.) We had our usual good time, and as we lay side-by-side on   
   my bed afterwards - pretty well spent for the day -- I put the question to   
   him.  "Mike, do you think you could get Janine and JoAnn to come over with   
   you, next time?"   
      
       "I don't know," he replied thoughtfully.  "JoAnn already likes you, but   
   Janine hardly knows I exist." (JoAnn used to hang around a lot in the old   
   days, when Mike and I were just playing like ordinary kids.  She had even   
   been involved in some of our early "show-and-touch" games, until Mike and I   
   discovered how much we liked it one-on-one.) "Yeah, but the two of them are   
   best friends," I said.  "If you can get JoAnn to come over, Janine will   
   follow.  Think of the fun we could have!" I was starting to get hard again,   
   just thinking about it, and Mike noticed.  "Yeah, we could show them a   
   thing or two," he said, reaching over to fondle me.  I reciprocated by   
   taking ahold of Mike's own progressing erection, and we languidly stroked   
   each other, both musing over the possibilities.   
      
       A few days later, Mike came through.  The three of them pulled up on   
   their bikes, and I let them in.  Mike had a sly grin on his face, and I   
   winked at him, knowing we were in for an interesting afternoon!   
      
       Neither girl had been to this house before, so I was obliged to give a   
   quick tour.  I saved the bedrooms for last (I actually had two rooms to   
   myself), and we all sat and talked for a bit in one of them.  After a few   
   minutes, I offered to get everyone a drink, which they eagerly accepted,   
   and I asked JoAnn to help me with them.  She gladly came along, leaving   
   Mike and Janine alone for a few minutes.  Down in the kitchen, as we poured   
   four sodas, I told JoAnn, "It's good to see you again.  I've missed you."   
      
       Smiling at me, she said, "You have?  Really?  'Cause I've missed you,   
   too." I opened my arms to give her a hug, and she came to me immediately.   
   "I used to see you every day," I went on.  "I never realized how much I   
   liked that, until you weren't there anymore." I stroked her hair and gave   
   her a squeeze for emphasis, then pulled back and kissed her lightly on the   
   forehead.  She blushed, but she was obviously enjoying the attention.   
   "Let's take these drinks upstairs, then let's see if we can do some   
   catching-up, just you and me," I said, giving her butt a light pat before   
   letting her go.   
      
       As we came to the extra bedroom, I told her to wait inside for me.  I   
   gave her my drink and delivered the other two to the room where I had left   
   Mike and Janine.  They were talking quietly, and Mike had his hand on her   
   knee, slowly stroking it, a little further up each time.  Well, good luck,   
   old pal, I thought.  It appeared that he and Janine were going to hit it   
   off, after all.  In any case, he was on his own, because I had my own plans   
   for the next hour or two!   
      
       JoAnn was waiting for me, sitting on the sofa that was the main piece of   
   furniture in that room.  I sat next to her, putting an arm around her.  She   
   snuggled up to me, and we just sat like that for a few minutes.  We chatted   
   quietly about what had been going on in the old neighborhood, which   
   truthfully didn't interest me a whole lot, but it got us talking.   
   Eventually I asked her, "Do you remember those games we used to play, where   
   you took off some of your clothes, and showed us what girls looked like   
   down there?" She blushed deeply, but I gave her a squeeze to show her it   
   was okay, that this was a good memory.  "Yeah," she said.  "I'm sorry, I   
   was pretty young."   
      
       "I'm not sorry," I said.  "And you're still pretty, just not as young."   
   This brought another blush and a smile, and I began to stroke her shoulder.   
   "You know what?  It would be really special if you'd do that again, just   
   for me."   
      
       "But that's embarrassing!" she giggled.  "It's one of the nicest   
   memories I have," I told her.  "Besides -- " and I gave her a little grin "   
   -- if you show me yours, I'll show you mine." She laughed at that, but she   
   snuggled even closer, and I hugged her.   
      
       I pulled out a blanket to cover us, allowing JoAnn to retain whatever   
   modesty she wanted.  She seemed grateful for this, but she accepted the   
   idea of what we were doing.  After all, we had done it before, and this was   
   more private than the curious threesomes and foursomes back then.  Under   
   the blanket, she shyly began to pull down her shorts, then her panties, and   
   then turned to lie lengthwise on the couch, pulling the cover with her.   
   "Now you," she said, "it's only fair." I did the same thing, stretching out   
   next to her.  The exciting warmth of JoAnn's naked skin was against mine,   
   and she quivered slightly.  I took ahold of her hand, intertwining our   
   fingers.  "Can I look at you and touch you, the way we did before?" I   
   asked. "Yes, but only under the blanket, for now," she said.  "And no   
   tickling!" I promised her I wouldn't try to tickle her, if she'd do the   
   same when it was her turn.  Then I slipped my head under the cover to take   
   my first look at JoAnn's young body in several years.  She had grown some,   
   of course...  she was no longer the little seven-year-old we had gaped at   
   curiously.  Her pussy-lips had begun to fill out, and there were a few   
   first virginal hairs growing.  I began to touch her, first on the thighs to   
   get her accustomed to me, then closer to her inviting young sex.  "Even   
      
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