"Oh, there's no harm in looking. Gertie, you know you told me she meant
to have me, when I am old enough, and I'll let her know that some day
before very long."

"You tease. I'll whip your bottom, when I get you alone, you bad boy;
you only want to make me jealous."

"Then don't be so silly Gertie. Looking at Mamma does no harm yet, but
I do so want to kiss her Cunt."

"Fie, for shame, sir! Be off and behave yourself."

That day seemed a very long one to me, but bed time came as last. Mary
was retiring as on the previous evening, but I waited till she had put
out the light, and got into bed.

"Mary," I said, "why don't you kiss me since you come back?"

"Oh! Master Percy, you are such a big boy now, we ought to leave off
that," was the reply.

"But what is the harm; we always did, and used to have such nice games
together; shall I come and kiss you just now?"

"No, no, I won't allow it any more, besides--besides."

"Besides, what?" I said, getting out, and going to her bedside:
"Besides, I mean to kiss you and will make you kiss me."

"Go away! Percy, you shan't!" as she covered her head with the
bed-clothes.

"That's better than Master Percy; now, I will kiss you, Mary dear, so
don't make a fuss, but kiss me back."

"Well, just once, then go back to bed," she said, raising her head.

"There's a dear girl," I replied kissing her on the lips; "Kiss me back
or I'll pull the clothes off and slap you."

Her lips returned my osculation and I tried to slip the tip of my
tongue into her mouth as I prevented her taking her face away, and
sucked in her very breath till she seemed to quiver all over, and her
lip relaxed a little till the tips of our tongues fairly met.

This dalliance continued for some minutes till one of my hands found
its way inside her night chemise, and grabbed the heaving globes of her
bosom, moulding them and playing with the saucy nipples which stuck up
as firm as my Cock, which was in a fiery state of expectation.

"Now, go away do, you impudent boy, where have you learnt such tricks,
Percy?" she whispered as she faintly attempted to push me away.

"Nowhere, only I do so like to feel and kiss you, Mary, you are so warm
and soft, and kiss so nicely my dear;" as I was gently sliding into the
bed beside her.

"What makes you like kissing so? Don't Mamma or auntie Gertie kiss you
enough, you silly boy."

"Oh, but that's different, I can't feel them all over, as I do you; as
I hugged