Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2017 19:37:40 +0000 (UTC) From: twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com Subject: Look at Me Look at Me by Misty Meadow Hello. My name's Misty and I'm eleven. A lot of people say I'm pretty but when I look in the mirror all I see is a skinny kid with a flat chest and no figure to speak of. I can't wait to grow tits so I can wear a bra like the big kids. Today my mum sent me to stay with her sister, my Aunt Olivia, for the school summer holidays, which is terrific, 'cos I'm tired of my mum yelling at me all the time for absolutely nothing. I don't know why she's always so angry. Why does she have to be so strict, always telling me off for not obeying all the silly "rules" she enforces? But Olivia (she says I don't need to call her "Auntie") is exactly the opposite. She doesn't care what I do. She says the only thing that matters is that I'm happy. Why can't Mum be like that? Olivia meets me at the railway station in a little village in Hampshire and enfolds me in a huge hug, squeezing me tight and kissing me. She's delighted to see me and I feel the same. She's a lot younger than my mum, in her early twenties, skinny like me with short spikey hair that never needs brushing whereas mine is long and takes a lot of maintenance. We drive to her cottage. It's nice to be in the country after the noise and heat of London. There's been a high pressure area over the U.K. for three weeks now and temperatures are up in the thirties Celcius. Which is why, when we sit down in the living room, Olivia fans herself by lifting the hem of her dress and flapping it up and down. As I'm sitting opposite her, I can see she's wearing ordinary white cotton knickers, just like I do. "What are you grinning at?" she asks me. "Mum would freak out if she saw me doing that." "My sister's way too up tight. When we were kids she was forever telling me off if I showed my knickers, even by accident." "Yeah," I agree, "she's forever saying, 'Sit up properly like a lady. Your underwear's showing.' Who cares if my knickers show?" "Not me. I don't care what I show. Last summer, on the beach in Spain, everyone was topless, showing their tits off. Some girls, especially the younger ones, went completely naked and no one thought anything about it. They were adorable." She lets her dress fall, then stands and comes over to me, bends and grips me by the ankles. I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to play along. She gently pulls and I slide down the couch until my bum is right at the edge and my dress has ridden up round my waist. She pushes so my knees bend and she places my feet on the edge of the seat, next to my bum. Then she puts her hands between my knees and pushes them apart. "Don't move," she says, disappears from the room and comes back seconds later with a camera. "Big smile," she says, somewhat unnecessarily, as I'm grinning broadly, and takes a picture. Then she drops to her knees and places the camera on the floor, aimed up at me for a low angle shot. The flash goes off again and she hands me the camera. I look at the screen. I'm showing a vast area of white cotton underwear, above which my smile is radiant. "What would your mum think of this?" "Oh, my God, she'd go ballistic! She'd have a stroke." I hand the camera back to her. "Well, I think you look amazing, Misty, happy, carefree and deliciously uninhibited." I'm not sure what that last word means, but it sounds good. "I think little girls should show off their knickers every chance they get," she says. "Big girls too. Knickers are exciting. Yours are thrilling and I'm falling in love with them." I giggle. This is silly, but I like it. "Oh, you darling knickers," she says, gazing at my cotton covered crotch, "I'm so in love with you. Can I kiss you?" "Me or my knickers?" I ask, laughing. "Your knickers. They've captured my heart." I nod and she leans in and plants a lingering kiss there, where my mound is, right on my vagina. This is so naughty and naughty is so much more fun than being "ladylike". She looks up at me, her eyes alight, then comes and sits beside me, her arm round my shoulder. I lean in, resting my head against her neck. "You know what?" she says. "Why don't we do all those things that piss off your mum." "Like showing our knickers?" "Yes, but more than that. We could hang out in our undies or even stark naked. She'd hate that. We can leave the bathroom door open when we pee and when we shower. We can stay up as late as we like and we'll eat all the pizza and ice cream we want. With your figure, Misty, you'll never get fat." "Cool!" is all I can think of to say. "And we should use the "F" word and the "C" word whenever we want." I know what the "F" word is, but . . . "The "C" word?" "Cunt," she says. I'm slightly shocked, hearing that from a adult, but I try not to show it. "What do you call yours?" she asks. "Don't you have a pet name for it?" "No. It's just my vagina." "Well now it's your cunt. If you wanna say, 'Hey, take a fucking good look at my cunt' then that's okay." I laugh. "Cunt," I say, trying out the word. It has a delicious naughty sound to it. "Fucking cunt." She grins at me. "If Mum heard me say that, she'd thrash me." "She spanks you?" Olivia asks, incredulously. "That's child abuse." "With the back of a hairbrush. It really hurts." "She shouldn't use a hairbrush. If you were really naughty, Misty, I'd take you across my knee, lift your dress up above your waist and pull your knickers down to your knees, then I'd gently caress your darling little bum then give you six gentle spanks, then I'd kiss your bum better and caress it again." "And pull my knickers up?" "Not right away. Knickers are most exciting when they're round your knees." "So you could look at my cunt?" "Exactly. Now, why are we sitting around in this head with all our clothes on? I'm gonna take my dress off." She stands, unzips her dress and lets it pool round her ankles. I take a good look at her. I can't take my eyes off her tits, which are very small, just slight swellings, but her nipples are big and dark. She stands, letting me stare, seemingly enjoying my gaze. The only other girls I've ever seen in their knickers are kids in the changing room at school but this is different. She likes having me look at her. Not to be outdone, I lift my own dress over my head and toss it aside. She picks up her camera and takes more pictures of me. "Let me take some of you," I demand, grabbing the camera and firing off half a dozen shots as she poses erotically. Then suddenly my excitement spikes as she pushes her knickers down to mid thigh, puts her hands on her bum and pushes her hips forward, lewdly. I take several more pictures. "Do you like my cunt?" she asks. It's different from mine; it has lips and a big clit at the top. She's shaved her pubic hair off, leaving her completely bald, just like me. "Awesome!" I breathe, my heart in my throat. "Gimme the camera and pull your knickers down." I stand and drag my undewear down and she drops to her knees and starts taking pictures. She seems to like the low angles. "Keep smiling, Sweetheart," she says, even though my smile declares that I'm enjoying all this immensely. My knickers fall to the floor and I step out of them. She takes her own off and places the camera on the coffe table, aimed at me and sets the timer. She comes and sits beside me, her arm round my shoulders, lifts my leg to drape it over her thigh and spreads her own legs. I spread mine just in time before the flash goes off. We look at the result. "Oh, that's so fucking sexy, Misty. Don't we look gorgeous, showing off our cunts like this? What would your mum think?" "She'd have a heart attack. This is fun, Olivia. I like showing myself off." "I love it! I've always loved it, letting other girls look at my cunt. It really turns me on." "Girls, not guys?" "Fuck guys. They suck. Gimme a pretty young girl anytime." "Then you're a . . . ?" "Yeah, a lesbian. A fucking dyke. I love girls, the younger the better." I'm not sure how I should react. "What's it like, being a lesbian?" I ask. "Utterly thrilling. Girls are so much sexier than boys. I hope you grow up to be a lez, Misty." "In that case," I say, wanting to please her, "then I hope so, too." "Let's look at these on my computer screen," she says, getting to her feet. I follow her into the den where she downloads the pictures on to her computer. Her monitor, which is also her TV, has a big thirty six inch screen and the pictures come up in high definition, well lit by the sun streaming in through the window. You can see the fine stitching of my cotton knickers. "Oh, perfect!" she whispers, watching the slide show. "This is very naughty," I comment as we gaze at her cunt filling the screen. "So adorable," she murmurs as we gaze at mine. "Oh, my God!" she gasps as the final picture of us with our legs spread, deliberately displaying our cunts for the whole world to see, "That is really fucking sexy!" It's not just the nakedness that is so exciting, it's the eager look on our faces that seem to say, "Look at us!" "I'm gonna download these to a thumb drive," she says, "and delete them from the computer so no one can accidentally stumble across them. They're actually child porn, and I could go to jail if anyone else ever saw them." She plugs a thumb drive into the computer tower, downloads the pix, then throws the thumbdrive into the desk drawer and slams it shut. Back in the living room, I pick up my knickers and start to put them on. "Leave 'em off," Olivia says. "I'm not gonna put mine on. I love being naked and I love looking at you, my sweet, adoradble little Misty." She folds me in her arms and we fall on to the couch, one of her thighs between my legs, and one of mine between hers. She kisses me on the lips, a long, gentle kiss, her lips so soft and warm and her tongue poking gently between mine. I'm so fucking happy. ______________________________________________________________ I wake up in the middle of the night and look at the clock beside the bed. It's thirteen minutes past two. It's so incredibly hot and humid and I know I'm not gonna be able to get back to sleep again. I think about the events earlier in the day and I have a sudden urge to see again the photographs that we took. I climb out of bed, naked. It's way to hot for jammies. I creep quietly downstairs and in the den I turn the computer on, find the thumb drive in the drawer, plug it in and open the file. There I am, sprawled on the couch showing off my knickers. I click the forward arrow and see myself again, revealing more white cotton. I gaze at the pictures of Olivia, provocativley showing off her cunt and I can feel my excitement building. I put my hand between my legs and feel that my own cunt is getting wet. Then I open the final picture, Olivia and me, legs spread as wide as they'll go, eagerly offering our cunts to anyone who cares to look. I gaze at the screen for a long time, my fingers probing my cunt, my excitement building. Then, unthinkingly, I click the forward arrow again and to my amazement a picture of two naked girls appears. They seem to be about my age, one of them with a perfectly flat chest, the other with micro tits and a whisp of pubic hair. They're very pretty, lying on the floor, their parted legs up in the air to deliberately display their cunts. Best of all, I can see from their facial expressions that they're really having fun, enjoying the camera. I click again and another picture of the same two girls appears. They're lying on a bed, limbs entangled, cunts in full view. I move on, looking at picture after picture of the same two girls posing in the most lascivious manner, all of them of professional studio quality, well lit and composed. With one hand clicking the mouse and my other hand down between my legs, I look at perhaps a dozen thrilling shots of these two lovely, happy nymphets. I come across a picture of one of the girls sitting cross legged on the floor, cunt visible, gazing adoringly upwards as the other girl stands above her, one foot up on the first girl's shoulder, her cunt just inches above her friend's face. I wonder if she wants to lick it. Perhaps they're like junior lesbians. If I had a friend as pretty as either of these two, I'd be happy to lick her cunt. Then I hear, behind me, "Uh-oh." It's Olivia. I didn't hear her coming downstairs. "You've found my secret collection," she says. "I'm sorry, I was looking at our stuff and I kinda stumbled on these." "It's okay, Misty. I was gonna show you anyway when the time was ripe." "They're awesome. They're so fucking sexy!" I remove my hand from between my legs and suck my fingers clean. "Who are they?" "I dunno. They're all over the internet if you know where to look." "I wanna see some more." "Just half a dozen or so. I never look at too many at one time so the thrill never wears off." She pulls up a chair beside me and we scroll through the next six pictures. They're in a similar vein, the two little Lolitas posing lewdly, always showing off their cunts and always with an eager smile. "So now you know I like little girls," Olivia says. "Little naked girls. So do I. Lets take some more pix of ourselves, like these ones." "It's late. Let's do it tomorrow, Sweetheart." "Just one more," I plead. I swivel my chair round to face her, lift my heels up on to the edge of the seat, part my knees and lean back. Olivia can't resist. She finds the camera and takes a picture, then kneels in front of me and takes a close up of my cunt. She downloads them to the computer and we look at them. There is my cunt, filling the huge screen from edge to edge, an enormous pink, moist grotto. "Oh, Jesus!" Olivia breathes, "I just wanna dive in and spend the rest of my life inside your beautiful cunt." I have a hard time getting back to sleep, even after I masturbate to orgasm, thinking about those two little porn stars and, of course, Olivia's revelation that she likes little girls. I'm a little girl. ________________________________________________________________ I wake up, bursting for a pee and go into the bathroom. Olivia is stepping out of the shower, beads of moisture glistening on her perfect skin. "I gotta pee really bad," I announce, sitting on the loo. "Can you hold it for just a sec?" she says, "I wanna get the camera." She's back in a flash and kneels down in front of me. "Stand on the toilet seat, and squat," she says. "Now spread your knees out as wide as you can. Oh, that's perfect. Your cunt is utterly gorgeous. Ready? Okay, go ahead and pee." The relief is delicious, enhanced by the fact that the camera flash is going off every second or so and I feel that the whole world is watching me pee. I'm about half empty when Olivia says, "Can you stop and hold the rest?" No problem. I climb down from the loo wondering what she has in mind. "I peed in the shower but I wish I'd saved it." She sits down on the loo. "Now come and sit on my thighs, facing me," she says. "Slde forward a bit. Good, now I want you to pee down between my legs and if you splash me then that's alright. In fact, I want you to aim so you're peeing on my cunt, okay?" She aim the camera down at our crotches as I let me pee go again. I have to lean back slightly so the stream lands right on the lips of her cunt. "Wow, that feels so sexy, Misty. Your pee is so nice and warm." Finally, I'm empty and I climb off her lap. I don't bother wiping myself because I'm gonna get in the shower. Olivia follows me in so she can rinse my pee off her tummy and thighs. When we've got the water temperature right, she takes the soap and lathers my whole body, my back, my bum, my legs, arms, chest, tummy and finally she runs a handful of suds between my legs. No one has ever touched me there before. It's as though my cunt was on fire. It's like when I finger myself in bed at night only ten times better. I put my arms round her neck as her hand moves back and forth and I feel her middle finger slide into me. "Oh, Olivia, that feels so. . . " I'm lost for words. "Is it good?" she asks anxiously. ". . .thrilling. I'm so excited. Don't stop." "I've wanted to touch your darling little cunt for as long as I've known you, my love." "Well now you can touch it any time you want. Can I touch yours?" She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. The softness of her cunt lips comes as a nice surprise. I run my middle finger up and down, like I do to myself, and then I touch the little bump of her clit. She shudders with pleasure. Then I push the finger into her. It goes all the way in. She's very wet. "Oh, Misty, my love, you're driving me crazy. Put two fingers in. That's better. Now finger-fuck me." I thrust my fingers in and out of her. Her arms are round my shoulders, hugging me and I can feel her whole body trembling. Suddenly she lets out a gasp and lets go of me. She falls like a limp doll, landing on her bum. She looks up at me adoringly and says, "You made me cum, Misty. My orgasm just exploded. Oh, you sexy little fox, I'm falling in love with you." I hold out my hand and pull her to her feet. Out of the shower, she dries me all over and I do the same to her, and then she picks me up, one arm round my back, the other under my knees and carries me into her bedroom. She lays me down on her bed, slips back into the bathroom and fetches the camera. I lie there, basking in her attention as she moves around, photographing me from different angles. I pull my knees up and spread them, then get on all fours with my bum up in the air like one of the pictures of the two girls on the computer. I know both my holes are on view. I lie on my back, my legs out at almost a hundred and eighty degrees, my arms held out invitingly as if to say, "I'm all yours". Olivia captures it all. "Oh, my darling little slut! You're just like me. You're loving this, aren't you?" I nod as I close my legs and relax. She puts the camera down, and kneels on the bed between my knees, takes hold of my ankles and lifts my legs up until my knees are beside my head. "Put your feet on my shoulders," she says, "then you won't have to hold your legs up." Her face is just inches above my cunt and she gazes at it, her breath quickening. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she whispers and her head moves closer. "You can kiss it," I say excitedly. "Oh, I will, Misty, I will. From now on, kissing your sweet little cunt is all I'm gonna live for, but first . . . " He head moves down, but instead of kissing my cunt, I feel her tongue on my brown rosebud. Her eyes are big as she gazes at me. The sensation of having my arse licked and probed by her tongue is something new, not as thrilling as her fingers in my cunt, but much, much naughtier. "I like it," I say, "It tickles but in an exciting way. Imagine what my Mum would do is she could see us now. She'd have a fucking stroke." "Fuck you, Sis," Olivia says, talking to my imaginary mum. "I'm licking your daughter's arsehole and she likes it. How d'you feel about that, you fucking uptight bitch?" I giggle. This is so much fun. But then Olivia drags her tongue upwards over my perineum to my cunt, pushing it into my slit, probing, finding my vulva and then moving up to where my clit will soon grow. "You're so wet," she murmurs, "and you smell divine. I love the smell of cunts, even my own." She goes back to licking me and my excitement is building, bigger an bigger, more and more thrilling until my orgasm goes off like a star shell, lighting up my whole body, sending me to heaven. "Oh, Olivia, you made me cum!" I croak, my voice hoarse with lust. "I've never cum like this before. It was awesome!" She rolls away and I lower my legs. She stands by the bed and the camera flash goes off. "Misty, having just cum," she says, giving the picture its own title. "Give me the camera and lie on the bed," I command, getting to my knees. I take a dozen pictures of her, legs invitingly parted, a dazzling smile on her face and then I put the camera down and gaze at her cunt. A trickle of wetness runs from it, down to her rosebud. "Put your feet on my shoulders," I say, and as her legs part, I lower my head, closer and closer to heaven. The end. Email me at twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com. I will respond.