Rose’s Story.
This is fiction based around the fact that in the real world guys like the Martin I describe do exist. Ladies beware, or make the most of it!

One evening Sylvia was taken aside by her Aunt Rose. They were alone. Rose didn’t beat about the bush. “You are a very attractive 17 year old.”
“Thank you,” Sylvia replied cautiously, for she had an inkling that a reproof was on its way.
“Rather as I was, once upon a time. Now I’m sure you will do your own thing regardless of anything I say but at least, by the time I’ve finished, you won’t be able to plead ignorance. I’ve seen the way you tease that boy next door.”
“He likes it,” Sylvia answered, defensively.
“I’m sure he does, and so do you. Sex is meant to be exciting, and it is. When I was young,” Rose said, “about your age, I was friends with two boys.”
“Two!” exclaimed Sylvia.
Rose smiled. “Two. My brother Ted and his best friend Simon. We had been for years; in fact since we are all three eight year olds. We had a lot of fun. When I was fourteen we still had fun, but it was changing. As innocence faded we were becoming more conscious of our sexuality. One precaution I took was to wearing shorts during our horseplay. We’d also go fishing, play tennis and go rambling. Shorts were far more practicable than a skirt, and when we went camping I insisted on separate tents. We were all sensible and continued to have lots more or less childish fun but we were all becoming increasingly aware. A degree of sexual tension was often in the air. I found I liked teasing them and they both encouraged me.”
“Nothing changes,” Sylvia remarked, flippantly, her own experiences in her mind.
Rose went on, “I thought I knew what I was doing, too. Since then I have learnt that there are at least four kinds of boys. There are the shy ones, like Ted and Simon, where you always remain in control. If anything happens you have only yourself to blame.”
“Or congratulate,” Sylvia retorted, defiantly.
“Oh yes. Then there is the aggressive type conscious only of their needs and heedless of what a girl might feel. If you’re firm, you can control these hormone driven studs, too. They get impatient, call you names and walk away if you don’t open your legs and beg for their favours. No loss. The third kind is considerate, caring, turns you on slowly and is good for the long haul. This is the boy to marry, if you’re lucky enough to find him.”
“Did you?” Sylvia asked.
“Yes, I did, eventually. But I haven’t finished. There is a fourth kind of fella. He isn’t particularly smart or good looking or even of your own age group but he has an instant affect on most of the girls he meets, young or old. They become immediately interested, and excited and quite without inhibitions.”
“Hmmp. Not me,” Sylvia said, firmly.
Rose smiled. “Well, yes, they all say that, and so did I, until I met Martin.”
Sylvia was immediately curious. “What happened?”
Rose’s smile broadened. “I’ll get there. On one particular camping trip the teasing of Ted and Simon deepened.”
“You teased your own brother!”
Rose shrugged. “He was a boy and only a year older. I got a thrill out it and anyway he wouldn’t do anything when Simon was there. So when I went into my tent to change and either Simon or Ted would find an excuse to spy on me I was quite happy. Sometimes, if they kept their distance I would approach them on some trivial issue wrapped in a towel, say, or in my bra. Had I got a mosquito bite on my lower back? That sort of thing. All three of us enjoyed that tempting game.”
“Exciting.”
“Yes, it was. And I grew careless, deliberately. I was fifteen when I first let them see me in the nude. I left the tent flap open, stripped off, and looked for my trainers, which I knew were not there, and Ted, passing the front of the tent, looked in. I pretended not to see him, and he came back, and looked in again. Simon wandered by, as well, and I was pretty pleased with myself. We were going swimming so I got my suit on and both boys were over chirpy. They couldn’t keep their eyes off me and they obviously felt uncomfortable in their trunks.”
“Naturally. They had erections,” Sylvia stated. “I’d have been annoyed if they hadn’t.”
Rose grinned. “No problem. They were excited. No doubt about that. Down by the water I sunbathed and they swam, and then Simon came out and dried off making only a half hearted attempt at hiding himself behind a bush.” She smiled. “I was pretending not to look, lying on my stomach. He started to dry his feet, slipped off his shorts and from that moment his penis stiffened even more, pointing straight up. He gave a quick glance in my direction, and then since I didn’t seem to be looking, carried on drying, and stroking himself. He turned half towards me and still I pretended not to see him even when he jerked hips and rampant cock in my direction.” Rose gave a wry smile and glanced at Sylvia. “I should have known. Unfortunately for me, Ted was watching me watching Simon. He didn’t say anything. When he got out of the water he quite unabashed stripped off. Simon called something like “Hey! Cover yourself, little boy,” or some such, & threw his towel at Ted. It caught round his middle just as I looked up. Ted grinned and hurled the towel back at Simon and stood there, arms akimbo, proud of his stiffening penis, staring at me with bright eyes, until the towel came back. For a minute or so they circled each other, throwing the towel until it got caught in one of the bushes, and by now both of them were thoroughly aroused like you wouldn’t believe. They stopped, faced me not ten feet away, looked at each other and then back to me. “This is my lady pleaser,” Ted said, touching his penis. “He says hullo to you Rose.”
“Hey,” Simon cried, “She’s your sister. You shouldn’t say that to her.”
“Why not?” Ted retorted. “Showing is not doing. She doesn’t have to look!”
“I’m surprised you bother?” Simon joked. He grasped Ted’s cock. “What you’ve got is just kid’s stuff.”
Ted didn’t push him away. “It’s not about size, it’s skill that matters and I tell you this is my lady pleaser.”
“I suppose so,” Simon replied and then, not to be outdone held his penis up for my inspection. He was hung like a horse. “This is my girl thriller. He loves you, Rose.”
“Simon loves all women,” Ted retorted. “Don’t fall for him. Besides, I think he likes boys.”
“I do not!” Simon retorted. “Like you I watch Rose whenever I can.”
“I’m sure you do. But you grabbed my dick.”
“I was just showing her,” Simon protested. “Besides, I bet you like this.” So saying he put his hand between Ted’s legs, ran his fingers over my brother’s testicles, and then stroked his cock. “See! Even you are getting harder!”
“Very nice,” I replied, pretending as much disinterest as I could muster. “I don’t think either of you need me around. Play with each often, do you?”
Ted and Simon exchanged guilty looks. “No,” Ted said, but I think he lied. “I’ve never touched anyone else before today.”
“Me neither,” Simon protested.
“Well, perhaps you should. You both seem to like it,” I pouted. It was time to ring down the curtain. “In the meantime if you’re staying here don’t you think you should get dressed?”
That would have happened but at that point Simon’s older cousin Martin came down the path.
Ted and Simon had the grace to act embarrassed, hurriedly trying to cover themselves, quite unsuccessfully.
Not so Martin. “A hen party for one!” he exclaimed. “Lucky you, Rose.”
“Oh, they were just mucking about,” I replied. “No harm done.”
“No good, either,” Martin retorted.
Martin was a sleaze ball and he knew it. He knew also that he had that weird quality that attracts women. We know he is gross, he knew we knew and he didn’t care. He’d had plenty of evidence that women come to him, wanting sex. He had sweaty palms, he had a peculiar body odour and a disgustingly pock marked skin. Yet, for all that he turned girls on. He turned me on. Whilst Simon and Ted had got my interest I was fully in control, more inhibited than daring, quite happy to tease and be teased and be the one to make decisions. But not with Martin. I’d met him before and known at once he was one male you did not get stranded with if you wanted to hang on to your virginity. He knew I knew and just grinned whenever he saw me. Like he was biding his time. Here he was now. Even as he stood there, grinning at all three of us I was telling myself to be strong, to use Simon and Ted as my shield. My heart was jumping in my chest and Martin knew it. I was still a virgin, as were Simon and Ted I think, but how could I cry virtue? I was already lost having been caught staring at two naked and aroused boys.
I had on my bikini and should have drawn up my knees or pulled a towel over me, something like that. Instead, horrified at myself, I turned fully onto my back and stretched out. I drew up one leg and then let it collapse again, so there was quite a gap between them. I propped myself up on my elbows. Ted and Simon watched, of course, staring at my nipples which pressed against the thin material of my top, their erections only partially hidden by their cupped hands. Martin just went on grinning. He sat down beside me.
“Come closer, guys,” he told them. “She won’t bite you.” He let his hand drop onto my knee. I did not push it away. Instead I lifted the other leg up & outwards and that, dear Sylvia was an involuntary but very definite invitation. Why did I do it? Why didn’t I simply get up and walk away. With Simon, or Ted I would have done so but it was Martin and I just went with the flow. Martin took that as a matter of course.
Ted and Simon cautiously approached. “Sit down,” Martin told them, gently stroking my leg just above the knee. They sat and promptly Martin ran his palm along my thigh and up to my hip. “You have beautiful smooth skin,” he said.
“You’re pretty smooth yourself,” I retorted, but I didn’t push him away.