Chapter 1

First I have to tell you, the meals sucked. I don't think mom had cooked since before I was born. I even heard dad tell her we needed a cook, apparently his taste as sensitive as was mine. Sue started cooking a lot of the meals and I began looking forward to those meals. She wasn't a good cook but mom was worse.

Dad just moved us to Florida. He got pissed at paying state taxes to the state of Georgia and packed us up. He tells us he is in real estate, which is a half-true, and he provides us with a very comfortable lifestyle, and I mean very comfortable. He also piddles, as he calls it in stocks, and they have been very favorable to him. He never lacked for anything in his whole life and he has five siblings, and they inherited about a hundred acres of land in Oklahoma, so barren it can't grow weeds. It sure can pump some oil however.

He manages to sleep in the same house as we do about four nights a week. A good week will find him here five nights and about half a dozen weeks a year he manages to spend six nights with us. Now you can see why he is so free with his gifts to mom and Sue. I am a man and men don't expect gifts, his remarks while passing the gifts to the women. Boy, if he only knew.

Susan Olivia, Sue to me, is my older twin sister. She is pretty, for a sister, but she is a pain in the ass most of the time. She is mom and dad's favorite. She stays out of trouble. She's about five-two and when she wears a wet towel she will tip the scale around a hundred. She gets her way with dad because she rolls those pretty green eyes at him, and flicks her long red hair with the back of her fingers. That action makes me want to puke every time she does it. The redeeming factor being she twists her shoulders with a twitching motion at the same time and her breasts jiggle nicely.

Another thing that irritates the shit out of me is when dad or mom, mainly dad, buys her new clothes, she does her strut. She will prance around and when she gets close to me she will wiggle her ass and shake her tits and say, "32B, 22, 32, eat your heart out freckles. Boy! Does that ever piss me off, especially the freckles part. She is a red just like myself, however I have many freckles where she has very few. Dad thinks this is great, I see him watching her tits bounce whenever she does this and mom laughs at her too.

I'm Hal, Harold Wayne Stewart, 12 years old and five-eight. I am taller than most of my former friends and I am a lanky one-forty. The baseball coach said I am one hell of a hitter and the basketball coach said I was the best free throw shooter in the school, my former school that is. They both have an additional comment which follows however and that is I have no coordination with my hands. I can't dribble a basketball and I can't catch a baseball. The baseball coach said I'd be one hell of a player should they ever get the designated hitter rule in the school program.

School was good, our new school that is. There were almost two girls for every boy and in two of my classes there are four boys and eighteen girls. These are the classes I enjoy the most. Sue hates it because she said I was the best looking boy in class and I was her brother. Needless to say, Sue is very popular in those two classes as well in the school, and I, me, a twelve year old male, am in demand.

We live in a condo where sixteen houses form the group and we have a swimming pool, with joint use of the other condo owners. There are three older girls in the condo group, two are age fifteen, Melinda, and Jennifer. Dawn and Joan, are ten and Jo Ann is fourteen, and then Sue and I. Pretty slim pickings for friends for a twelve year old boy. Not another boy in the housing group. We became pretty close the first month, mostly by the necessity of being around another young person, the majority of the condo owners being over fifty.

The quarter we lived in also housed Dawn and Jennifer. I passed them several times a day on the weekends, and walked to school with them on weekdays. The school was only four blocks away but normal time walking to school for us was half an hour. We didn't walk in a straight line.

Since our pool was heated, we seemed to have guest of one or more of the girls every day. I was in bathing suit almost as much as I was behind the camera for the first four weeks after we moved into the condo. Wanting to make an impression on the five girls, I began bringing my camera to the pool. I shot pics of them while swimming, lying in the sun and all the silly poses young girls could come up with. I was becoming a brother to each one.

The camera actually pulled me into the group, and after a month I was invited to sit in the circle occasionally. The circle was when they wanted to gossip. They talked about boys, other girls, who they would like to fuck, what kinds of toys their mothers were hiding and where they were hidden. The shocker to me, when they had discussions about who their parents were fucking.

The best way to be the topic of discussion was to be absent when they started one of their discussions. It was during one of these occasions I learned my sister was sexually active. The topic of discussion was whose condo she was in, if in one she was getting fucked and another meant she was getting her pussy eaten by the wife while she was giving a blow job to the husband.

After sitting in a few of these sessions I began to wonder where mom came up with the tale she told me when I was younger, "Girls are made of sugar and spice." I learned they were actually mean, they are spiteful, vindictive, conniving, and hateful towards one another.

Dawn, was 10, and her doorway was closest to ours. She was the prettiest of all the girls, I thought. She had brown hair that curled at the tips, which just touched the back strap on her bikini. She had started growing breasts and they reminded me of two walnuts with nipples. When the group was not together, I spent most of my time with her. She was ten but she acted older plus she was a lot like me. She was in trouble a lot because she was a prankster plus she was pretty funny also. She would mimic anyone, and she was observant, she didn't miss anything.

Dawn's father was a pilot and flew a small plane all over Florida and occasionally to Atlanta and Memphis. He worked for a small company and was the only pilot. When he was flying out of state he flew a small jet. He had taken Dawn and I on two short trips and both enjoyed flying. Thanksgiving Day, he was called early and had to fly to St. Louis, pick up a big wheel, and return the same day. He took us along just to have someone to talk to on the trip. During the flight an alarm went off and we had to land in Nashville. We spent the remainder of the day at a terminal as the plane was worked on. The plane did not get fixed and her dad got us a hotel suite for the night. He took us to eat at a restaurant overlooking the river and afterwards a limo drove us around and pointed out sites in Nashville, normally toured during the day. It was fun for us and we didn't really care about what we were shown, we were happy because we felt we were being treated special.

The following morning we had breakfast in the room and Dawn's father took us to the river and we went on a boat ride. We returned to the hotel, ate lunch and he called the airport again. We would need to stay another day and he went to go to the airport. Dawn talked him into leaving us at the hotel and after much begging, he gave me fifty dollars and put me in charge. He allowed us to go one block to a pizza house if he was not back at a specified time otherwise we had to remain in the hotel.

Dawn's father called later and said we should go and eat our pizza and return to the hotel, but we had to be back before dark. We went to the pizza house, ate, and returned to the hotel exactly as he said. He called later, to check on us, and said he was going to be late coming in and we should remain in the room. The maid came in a while later and made the sofa into a bed, where I slept the night before. Dawn took the maid aside and they spoke in hushed tones and then Dawn said I should go into the bathroom and take my clothes off and put on a robe. The maid took our clothing to be laundered.

We were lying on the bed and watching TV and talking. Dawn picked the channel changer up and started flipping channels. She passed a channel where a man and woman were kissing, both being nude. She backed up to the channel and we started watching it. We both got excited watching the movie because there was a lot of nudity and breast play. When the man was sucking the woman's breast Dawn looked over at me and then back to the screen. I know she wanted to ask a question but changed her mind or was afraid to ask.

I took a chance and asked her, "Have you ever had your breasts sucked on?"

Dawn looked down at the bed and her reply was barely audible, "No, I haven't. Have you ever sucked on a girls breasts?"

"Yes," I told her. "I think you would like it too. Would you like me to do yours?"

She was silent and didn't answer. It was about five minutes later, my eyes on her the entire time, she rolled over from her stomach to her back. She didn't say a word but she did open the top two buttons on the robe. I took this as a yes and she wanted me to suck her breasts.