Birthday Girl by LittleDickins

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"Johnny, since my mom… Oh shit!"

I hopped back out of the guest room that I'd just barged into. I'd accidentally caught Johnny doing the…, what was that cute term Becky used for stroking it? Oh yeah, the five-knuckle shuffle. I lifted my hand to my mouth and giggled. "Sorry, Johnny!" I said loud enough to be heard through the door.

"Dammit Tammy. You know you don't just barge into someone's room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock before you come in?" Johnny's voice seemed shaky.

I bit my lip. "I told you I was sorry."

This was the opportunity I'd been looking for, so I was going to follow it for all it was worth. "Can I come in now?"

"I guess."

I eased the door open. Biting my lip to keep from smirking, I sashayed up to the bed and sat at the foot. He sat at the top his back against a pair of pillows which rested against the headboard, his arms wrapped around his knees, which were covered by a sheet.

He's trying to hide his woody.

"Happy Birthday by the way."

"Thank you." I snickered.

"What's so funny?"

Shrugging, I wriggled my underdeveloped butt as the image of his boner embedded itself in my innocent, but devious mind.

When I didn't say anything, Johnny asked, "What do you want to do for your birthday?"

I wasn't sure why, but it was getting warm between my legs. "Ah, I thought since my mom and your dad went to mom's twenty year reunion and sorta left you in charge, maybe, since it's my birthday, Becky could spend the night."

His gaze glued to my chest. "Sounds good to me, go ahead."

Being a late bloomer and having relatively small boobs, I, like now, rarely wore a bra. I glanced down at my belly shirt and—sure enough—my nipples had hard-ons of their own.

He probably thought I'd thank him and leave. But I didn't.

My pussy started to warm up and seep its juices at the thought of what I hoped to do.
God, I wanted to touch myself. I moved both of my skinny legs up onto the bed and crossed them Indian Style. "I-eeya…there's something else I'd like to do for my birthday now that I'm 18."

His eyebrows elevated as he cocked his head. "I'm listening."

Brazenly, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit through my shorts. "Well, if I may be blunt, seeing you wanking-off to Penthouse has my pulse rate in the stratosphere and my you know what, warmer than Old Faithful."

He turned a pretty shade of pink. "I wasn't wanking-off to Penthouse. And I don't know what 'what' is."

"Yes, you were, and you had this…" I held my forefingers seven or eight inches apart. "Big erection. The 'what' is my pussy or as you as always call it, my cunt." I crossed my arms under my undersized boobs and gave him a 'so there' nod.

He reached somewhere behind him and pulled out a magazine with pictures of naked ladies. He laughed. "It was Hustler."

I stuck my tongue out, then my non-masturbating hand. "Let me see that."

He passed the naughty magazine to me and hitched his chin toward my crotch. "I wish you wouldn't do that. You're going to make me hard again."

"That's the point. I want you hard." I gazed at the magazine and gasped. One of the pictures showed a woman with her legs spread while her fingers parted her pussy lips so wide, I could almost see her beating heart. I tossed the magazine across the room. "This is filthy. How can you—"

Johnny ran his fingers through his floppy mane. "Tammy, what do you want? Are you looking to have sex?"

I shook my head. "Sort of, but not the kind you're thinking of…for now. I don't know if it would be right having the kind of sex you're thinking of since we're neighbors and family friends. Especially, now since Mom and Harry are taking about getting married. If they do and we move in with you or you move in with us, we'll be sort of like siblings."

"Tammy, you know damn well that we're not siblings or even step-siblings and the only reason I'm here is to baby sit you for the three or four days your mom and dad attend her twentieth high school reunion. We don't have the same DNA or even last name so we could have sex. In fact we could even get married if we wanted to."

I snickered and shook my head in earnest. "I'm certainly not ready to get married. What you said is true, but since mom and Harry—have been close friends for years, and started dating last year, you're sorta like a brother and I love you like a brother."

Johnny nodded. "And I love and think of you like a sister, but we're not. We feel that way because we're both only children, living next door and we've been playing with each other for years. Now, what do you want?"

I smiled. His words made me feel good. I didn't know if I believed him, but if we did what I wanted to do, I expected he might love me for real. "Since it's my birthday and I wanna have some fun. I want us to watch each other as we pleasure ourselves."

"Humph. You mean to tell me you wouldn't mind if I watched you finger yourself."

"No, I wouldn't. As long as I get to watch you…" I waggled my eyebrows. "Choke your chicken. I want us to have a masturbation party. It would be so-o-o sexy."

Johnny almost choked on my words. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack. One of the things I like about knowing you is because you're a year older than me, you know more about sex than me. I know hardly anything, so you can help me learn about my sexuality. Mom doesn't want to do it so I'm counting on you."

He pursed his lips. "I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not all that experienced."

I leaned forward anxious to hear the answer my next question. "Really. How many times have you had sex?"

He shrugged. "All the way sex? None yet, but I'm working on it."

"With Christine?"

"Ah-huh, and Judy Johnson."

"From what I hear, Judy is easy meat."

Hmm. Johnny hasn't actually had sex yet. That means while he would be my first, I would also be his first—if I beat Christine and Judy to it.

Johnny grinned. "That's the idea."

I laughed

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Written by deedawning
Cargado October 14, 2020
Notes Tammy's Mom and Johnny's Dad, leave her and Johnny home while they attend her 20 year class reunion. It's also Tammy's 18th birthday and Johnny is supposed to keep the feisty, headstrong Birthday Girl out of trouble.
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