Taboo Times Ten(34)

When she pulled back, I could see the erection he again had in his super-hero pajama bottoms.

“Don't let your sister know what's going on just yet,” I whispered to the boy, then lifted my halter top again so he could see my bare tits. Talk about getting his full attention. “Okay?”

He just nodded with a bright smile, his eyes glued to my stiff nipples.

But I surprised both kids by reaching out and pulling down Patricia's pajama bottoms, leaving them down around her knees. Even in the dim light, her hairless sweet cunt was right out in the open for him to see.

“Touch her pussy,” I told him.

And the little redheaded girl nodded to him, spreading her knees wider within the tangle of her pajama bottoms. As I'd known, she was clearly all for it. And in the close confines of the closet, the faint young odor of her rising excitement was obvious-the little redhead was already wetly lubricated and ready for anything.

“Stick your fingers in me,” Patricia encouraged him. “Tony, go ahead and touch my pussy.”

But when the boy didn't react right away, but rather just sort of stared at her young crotch, I took his small hand and lightly pressed his fingers against the gentle bulge of her cunt.

Patricia smiled her approval, and when I pulled my own hand away from his, she let him explore her slick little slit to his heart's content.

“I like your fingers there, Tony,” she told him. “They feel really good.”

He swallowed hard, but nodded, so I slid my hand into the front of his bright pajama's and took his hard little dick in my fingers. It throbbed immediately at my touch, jerking even harder, it seemed, and I gave it a warm squeeze.

“Does that feel good?” I asked him, gently tugging at it. “Tony? Can I use my mouth to suck on it?”

He didn't know what to make of that, I realized, but before he could respond, we heard John call out, “Time!” and the hall door closet was suddenly thrown wide open, bright light flooding in.

Of course, the only one shocked to the core at discovering what we were doing was Tony's big sister, Sharon.

“My God!” she gasped. “What are you doing in there?!”

I gave her a little shrug and a smile, then slid my hand out of her kid brother's pajamas as Patricia quickly pulled up her own pajamas. But there was no way Sharon hadn't seen exactly what had transpired.

“Tony, get out of there!” she almost screamed at him. “I don't believe this!”

“We said anything, remember?” I told her calmly as the three of us came out of the hall closet. “As long as the person went along with it. Your brother liked what Patricia and I were doing…”

And the dark-haired little 8-year-old boy agreed.

“It was fun, Sharon,” he insisted. “I really did like it.”

And I gave the girl a knowing look.

“We all heard you liking it when Patricia showed you how the vibrator worked,” I told her. “In the closet. We were listening then, too.”

Tony laughed.

“We heard you breathing real hard,” he informed her.

She just gave her little brother a withering look for taking our side of it, but then exhaled slowly and finally walked back into the family room and sat back down in the circle. She folded her arms in front of her, as if she wouldn't play anymore, but when the rest of us joined her, she grabbed the vibrator.

“It's my turn,” she told us, in no uncertain terms, even though it wasn't.

And no one disputed it when, instead of spinning it, she purposely turned it to point right at handsome young 11-year-old John next to her. She looked to each of us, as if daring us to say anything, but I gestured for her to get her kiss from him.

Sharon got up on her knees and turned to him, kissing him quickly on the mouth.

“There,” she said. “Who spins next?”

As if she didn't realize it was John. He smiled warmly to the girl, then did exactly as she'd done: simply took the vibrator and pointed it at her without spinning.

“Get your 5-second kiss,” I told him, knowing where this was going. I added, “We'll all count.”

But John knew better.

“I choose the closet to kiss Sharon,” he said, handing me back the white kitchen timer. “One minute, I think.”

“Right.”

He took her small hand and led the pretty little 9-year-old brunette to the closet. She was smiling like crazy. Blushing, even. With all four of us remaining to listen, I set the timer and John pulled the door closed.

But instead of merely listening, I had a better idea. I usually did.

“Tony, you and Alan listen and tell us if anything good happens,” I told them, with a quick look to Patricia. “We'll entertain you both at the same time.”