It was late that summer night, we were sitting on the dock watching the moon come up, when I laid back and rested my head on his lap. I felt his penis getting hard under my head and he held my head down on his lap because it felt good. He held my head down and unzipped his pants and his penis was there in the moonlight. I started at it for a minute and he slapped my face with his penis and I knew I was supposed to kiss it and put it in my mouth.

After a few minutes he asked me to show him my sex and let him kiss it. I pulled my shorts down and stood up and showed him and he looked at me and then he kissed me and ran his tongue between my legs. He helped me straddle his lap and sit down on his penis. He pushed up against me and he helped me rock on him as his penis got hard and I squatted up and he put his penis under me and I sat back down while his penis went into my vagina.

We stayed stuck together for a while, and he pushed me over to lie on the dock and he got on top of me we had intercourse. I also got kissed on the mouth. After we finished having intercourse, he asked me to pick up my shirt and show him what little I had. He kissed on to my breast and sucked it really hard and it felt so good.

We talked about having intercourse and what I felt and what he felt, but I wanted him to suck on my breast some more, so talking was interrupted every few minutes while he locked on and sucked me so hard I felt like he was going to suck off my nipple.

He got hard again, and I sat on him facing the lake, His penis was harder than the first time, and lowering myself on him while it went in was a loot easier. I rocked on him while he held me by the breasts.

That time I really liked intercourse, it felt really good, I went up and down on him and that felt good, until I couldn't hold myself up again and I let myself down on him completely. I could feel his penis hitting against my cervix. I leaned forward as far as I could go without having his penis slip out and moved back and forth until he came again.

I told him that I really liked that.

When we went back into the house our parents were sitting at the kitchen table playing scrabble and asked us what we were doing outside. We told them we were looking at the moon.

We are related to each other and went to the ninth grade that fall.