The Beginning _(4)

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was 6 years old, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.

Names have been changed where needed.

My father was in the Navy, and this story takes place in on-base housing at a large naval training base. My mother had also previously been in the Navy, but had gotten out to get married and raise a family. They had three boys; I was the oldest, with my next younger brother about three years younger than I was, and the youngest just over four years younger.

My mother’s best friend was Jane, another Navy wife who lived just around the corner from us. I don’t recall ever seeing Jane’s husband around, and I can only figure he was out to sea when this occurred. Jane had two daughters, Elizabeth, who was five and a playmate of mine, and another who was maybe a year old or so.

One night, I had inadvertently walked in on my mother as she was naked in the bathroom, and gotten a good view of her breasts and pubic area. I noticed her pussy (though I didn’t know it by that term then) was very hairy, and that there was no trace of a wiener. When I asked my mother about it, she just brushed it off and covered her lower body with a towel, then went on as though nothing had happened. I was still very curious about it, though.

There were quite a few other kids in the housing area close by, of all ages, so there was generally no shortage of playmates. One day, however, Elizabeth and I ended up alone, shortly after the episode with my mother, and while I was still wondering about the difference in equipment. The housing we lived in was all two story duplexes, with basements and carports, and behind each unit there was a concrete stairwell going down to the basement. I invited Elizabeth down into the stairwell of our house, and she came along gladly.

Once there, I asked if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said no, and I told her I would show her mine if she would show me hers. Elizabeth gladly went along, and we were soon both stripped completely naked and checking each other out. I noticed right off that, not only did she not have a wiener, she also didn’t have any hair ‘down there’, and her titties were, of course, completely undeveloped.
I got as close as I could for a good look at her hairless pussy, and asked if I could touch it, and she agreed. I reached out and played with her a bit, running my finger up and down her slit, and asked her how she peed. I told her I stood up and aimed my wiener at the toilet and peed that way, and she told me she had to sit or squat to pee.

Elizabeth asked if she could touch my wiener, which was, actually, pretty hard by then. I let her touch it, and it felt so good when she did, I encouraged her to keep touching it. She got down so she could get a better look at it, as I had done when I examined her pussy, and touched and felt around my little wiener and my balls, marveling as I had at the differences between us.

Suddenly we heard her mother above us, completely shocked, saying, “Oh, my God!” She had been looking for Elizabeth in the open area behind the duplexes, but neither of us had heard her calling. She had found us, and looked into the stairwell just in time to see her daughter kneeling in front of me, with my wiener in her hand.

Jane got us both dressed and took us to see my mother, where she explained what she had seen. My mother was also shocked, and I got a good lecture out of it once Jane and Elizabeth had gone home.