Flour Child

October 20, 2008

Flour Child
by
Alex Hawk

You know those stupid assignments you sometimes got in school where you had to care for an egg like it was a real child and you failed the class if you broke it and “killed” your baby? Yeah, those things. Well, at my school we didn’t have any truck with that nonsense! Nope, with us it was five-pound bags of flour or nothing!

Currently I was sitting in my eighth-grade health class staring at the bags of flour sitting on the teacher’s desk. I, like everyone else in the class, was going to get one of those and a person of the opposite gender to work with on raising it. I wasn’t really looking forward to it. No one was. It was a stupid assignment. I’d taken care of enough kids helping my mom babysit to know that bags of flour, unlike babies, don’t need diapers, feedings at 3am or any other nonsense.

My enthusiasm, however, perked up quite a bit when the teacher announced that I was going to be assigned to work on the project with Ross Benson. He was one of the hottest, cutest boys in all the school. All the girls wanted him. My friends and I talked about him every time we had a slumber party. And I was going to be working close with him for the entire project! My vagina got damp at the very thought!

“Hey,” he said, sitting down and shaking hands with me.

“Hey,” I said, a little out of breath. “I’m Mary.”

“I know.” He smiled.

“Yeah. Ok.”

The teacher finished assigning students to each other and then began passing out the bags of flour. Ross and I looked at ours as it was set down on my desk.

“So what do we name him?” I asked.

Ross shrugged. “Elroy.”

“Elroy?”

“Sure.”

“Why?”

Ross shrugged again. “He looks kind of like an Elroy, you know?”

I looked at the flour bag then pulled out a marker and drew a cartoon face on it. “Now he does!”

“Yeah!” Ross laughed. “He’s got your eyes!”

“But your nose.”

“True.” I was happy he seemed so nice! “We got a cute baby!”

“Yeah.”

We sat and listened during the rest of the class. Afterwords Ross said that he’d take Elroy for the first night, which was fine by me. He even smiled at me as he walked away with our “baby”! I knew where my mastubatory dreams would be going tonight!

* * *

When I got into class the next day, I saw Ross sitting at the desk next to mine. I smiled at him and sat down.

“Take a look at little Elroy,” he said, reaching into his backpack. He pulled out the flour sack. We weren’t supposed to put our babies into our backpacks, but I was too fascinated by what Ross had done to Elroy to really care. In addition to the cartoon face, Elroy now sported a baseball cap with some paper hair under it, and a pair of hands and feet, both made of paper.

“Ha! I love him!” I said, picking up our baby and hugging him. “He’s so cute!”

“Well, he takes after his mother, probably,” Ross said, laughing.

I felt myself blush. Did he just say I was cute? I couldn’t really think of anything to say, so I said nothing and we just sat there together for the rest of the class, Elroy perched on our desk, listening to one of the “couples” talking about how they’d accidentally dropped their baby yesterday, only an hour after they’d gotten him.

When class was over, we decided that I’d take Elroy for the night. Hauling him around all day wasn’t a lot of fun, but I contented myself with the thought that at least I’d be making Ross happy by lugging Elroy around so he didn’t have to.

As I was heading to the buses later that day, getting ready to head on home, Ross came up to me.

“Hey, Mary!” he said, brushing a little of his blond hair out of his eyes. “Hey, you wanna maybe come over to my place for a bit and, you know, study and work on Elroy and stuff?”

I was taken aback by the invitation, but I didn’t let that slow me down. “Sure! You mean right now?”

“Yeah, if you want.”

“Ok!” I pulled out my cellphone and called my mom real quick, letting her know I was going to be at a friend’s house studying as I walked with Ross towards his bus. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift down onto his ass, nicely squeezed into a pair of jeans. Wow, he was so cute!

We got onto the bus and sat next to each other. I took out Elroy and set him on my lap. Ross laughed and tickled Elroy a little. I moved him like he was giggling, then pretended he was throwing up. We both laughed.

The ride to Ross’ house took about ten minutes. As we got off the bus, he took Elroy, bouncing him like a real baby as we stepped out. I looked his house over as we walked up. It was pretty nice. A little smaller than the one our family lived in.

“You want something to drink?” Ross asked as we walked in.

“Sure, some water would be good.”

“Ok.”

Ross disappeared as I looked around the living room. It was nice enough, I guessed. I was a little too distracted, really, thinking about the fact that I was alone with Ross!

He came back in and handed me a glass. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” I sipped it. “You guys have a nice place.”

“Thanks. Come on, let’s go up to my room.”

“Ok.” My heart fluttered as I walked with him upstairs to his bedroom.

Once we go there, Ross showed me some of his various favorite things. His books, his TV, his computer and a small crib he’d made for Elroy.

“Oh, that’s so cute!” I cooed, taking Elroy and putting him into the crib. I pulled his hat over his face. “There, now he can get some sleep while we study.”

Ross laughed. “You got a good sense of humor. I’m happy we got assigned to work together.”

“Me, too,” I said and a silence descended.

“So, uh, anyhow, why don’t we get to work,” Ross said.

“Ok.”

The two of us sat down on his bed and started going over some of the classes we took together. Math was my strong point, it turned out, and history was his, so we were both able to help each other on the stuff we had problems with.

After about an hour of studying, Ross sat up suddenly and stretched.

“Ok, my brain is tired.”

I laughed. “Mine, too.”

Ross looked at Elroy. “He’s sleeping pretty quiet.”

“Yeah. We have a good kid.”

Ross laughed. “You know, it’s kind of strange that I have a ‘baby’ to take care of but I’m still…” He trailed off and blushed bright, bright red.

“Still… what?” I asked, honestly unsure.

“Uh…” Ross swallowed. “Still… a virgin,” he muttered.

“Oh!” I blushed myself. That was a bit of a surprise! I became aware that the atmosphere had gotten a little tense following his statement, and needed to be broken, I forced myself to make a joke. Keeping my face as serious and deadpan as possible, I said, “Well… I’m a virgin, too… and since my name is Mary… that means Elroy should be named Jesus.”

Ross looked at me with a stunned expression on his face. Then he started laughing.”Oh, god!” he gasped after a bit. “I can’t believe you said that!”

I laughed too. “Yeah, well…”

“Are you really…” Ross started to ask, then trailed off again.

“Am I really still a virgin?” I managed to say.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You sound surprised.”

He shrugged. “I am, kind of. I always thought that a girl as pretty as you would’ve, you know… already found someone.”

“Oh.” I blushed again. “Well… I kind of thought the same thing about you.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Ross smiled. “Well, thanks. You’re real cute, too.”

“Thanks.”

We sat there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Then Ross licked his lips and said, “Uh… Mary? Do you wanna kiss?”

“Sure!”

“Ok.” Ross scooted forward and leaned towards me.

Swallowing a little I leaned towards him and felt my lips brush against his. I’d kissed boys before, including my twelve-year-old brother, Caulin, in a Truth or Dare game, but that was all that I’d done. Kissing Ross was much better than any of the other boys I’d kissed.

After a few moments we broke the kiss and Ross smiled. “That was cool.”

“Yeah.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward again, kissing him once more. I lost track quickly as to how long he and I kissed that time. All I was aware of was how very, very wet my vagina had become.

At some point after we began kissing, Ross pulled away and looked at the clock near his bed. “Oh. My mom’s going be home soon. You should probably get going.”

“Oh, ok.”

I stood up and straightened myself out. We spent a few minutes getting everything together. Then I picked up Elroy and let Ross lead me downstairs, kissing him at the front door and then walking to the nearest bus stop, my heart singing joyfully.

* * *

Over the next few days Ross and I saw a lot of each other, both at school and then afterwards at his place where we’d study for a bit and then spend a lot of time making out. It didn’t go any further than kissing, though I really wanted it to. The one thing that held me back was my hymen.

I knew I had one. I’d sat in front of a mirror back a few months ago when I’d first heard about it and had looked for it. I hadn’t seen anything, and my probing fingers didn’t find it, but that probably just meant it was farther back than I’d expected.

I knew there was no way I’d be able to probe all the way inside and make myself break it. This meant that if I went all the way and had sex with Ross, which I really wanted to, he’d end up breaking it with his penis, and I knew from what I’d read that it could get really messy when that happened.

So I knew I’d have to find a way to get it broken by someone else. I thought about asking a couple of my girlfriends, but I knew if I did that, they’d want to know why, and if I told them about Ross it’d be all over the school in about five seconds.

Then an idea occurred to me on Friday night. It was while I was eating dinner and watching TV and it hit me as my brother, Caulin, walked through the living room and into the kitchen. Hmmm… I could have him break it, I supposed. Not with his penis, of course. But with his finger, maybe. He was still in sixth grade, due to a quirk of his birthday, and so he’d not be able to blab to anyone at my school about my plans for Ross. There was a chance he’d blab about breaking my hymen, but I didn’t think that likely.

This lead to a number of really obvious questions, like how would I get him to do this and exactly what I’d have him do. I sat there for several minutes, trying to figure out a good idea, when finally, like a sunrise on a new day, it came to me.

I sat back and smiled at Caulin as he walked back into the room, carrying a sandwich.

“Hey, bro.”

“Hey.” He sat down and started eating. “Anything good on?” he asked around a mouthful of food.

“Not really.”

“Bummer.”

“So…” I began, taking a deep breath. “How about, since there’s nothing on TV, you do me a favor?”

Caulin shrugged. “Sure, what favor?”

“Well… how would you like to break my cherry?” Yes, that was really the extent of my master plan to get my brother to do my dirty work.

Caulin began coughing and sputtering. He took a drink from my Coke and then swallowed hard, laying back on the couch and staring at me.

“What did you just ask?” he gasped out.

“Would you mind breaking my cherry? I’m planning to have sex with Ross, you see, and I don’t want to chance any problems.”

Caulin kept staring at me. “You’ve gone nuts, haven’t you. It’s all that reading you do. I knew it would happen eventually.”

“I haven’t gone nuts, Caulin. I’m serious.”

“You want me to break your cherry.”

“Yes.”

“Let me make sure we’re talking about the same thing here. You want me to break that little bit of skin inside your vagina?”

“Yes.”

He stared some more. “You have gone nuts.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I haven’t. Look, like I said, I plan to have sex with Ross. I don’t want any pain or mess when I do it with him. And you’re the only person I trust enough to ask this.”

“I am?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“So?” I prompted after a moment.

“Uh… well, I guess I can do it… if you really want me to.”

“I do.”

“Ok. So… how do you want to do this, then?”

“Well, let me get a little undressed, first.” I stood up and unfastened my jeans, then pulled both them and my panties down. I kicked both aside and laid back on the couch, spreading my legs a little. I felt a little awkward being exposed like this, but if it meant that I’d et to be fucked by Ross later, it was worth it.

“Alright,” I said to my brother. “Come over here.”

“Ok.” Caulin stood up and started unbuttoning his pants.

“Uh… what are you doing?”

Caulin froze. “I thought you wanted me to…”

I rolled my eyes. “With your FINGER, Caulin.”

“Oh.” He blushed. “I’m sorry, Mary.”

I laughed a little. “It’s ok. I can understand the mistake.”

Caulin moved close and sat between my legs, staring at my vagina. “So… what do you need me to do, then?”

“Give me your hand.”

“Ok.”

I took Caulin’s hand and extended his index finger. I placed it against the entrance to my vagina, sucking in my breath just a little at the sensation of contact. “Ok,” I said, swallowing a little. “Now push it in me very, very slowly. If you feel any resistance, stop.”

“Ok.”

My brother licked his lips and began pushing his finger forward. I let out a little sigh of pleasure as it began to enter my vagina. It felt really nice! Like nothing I’d ever felt before. Much better than when it was just me touching down there.

“Wow,” Caulin whispered as his finger went deeper. “This is really cool!”

“Yeah…” I looked down, seeing most of my brother’s finger inside my vagina. “Have you hit anything yet?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head as the last of his index finger sank into me.

I frowned, a little confused. “I thought you would’ve hit it by now. Well, it must be deeper inside.”

“This is as far as my finger will go,” he replied.

“Ok. Well, pull that finger out and use your middle finger. That should work.”

“Ok.” Caulin withdrew his index finger and slowly worked his middle one up into me. My eyes fluttered as he went deeper. Oh, it felt wonderful! I could only imagine how great it would feel to have Ross’ penis inside there!

“It’s all the way in,” came Caulin’s voice, pulling me out of my dream of Ross.

I sat up a little and looked down, now very confused. “Are you sure it’s all the way in?”

“Yeah.” Caulin moved his finger around a little.

I moaned slightly at the unexpected stimulation, but soon my confusion returned. “Well… that doesn’t seem right.”

“Maybe it’s further back,” my brother suggested.

“It must be.”

Caulin shrugged a little. “Well, my finger doesn’t get any longer than this. If it’s farther back, I can’t reach it.”

“Try, ok?”

“Sure!” He grinned a little and pushed his finger as deep inside me as he could go. I even felt it twitching around within my vagina. It really felt good, mind-numbingly good, but still no hymen.

Now I was confused, and more than a little worried. How far back could it be? I mean, if Caulin’s fingers couldn’t find it, that meant that Ross’ penis would, and it would probably hurt and I’d bleed and everything else bad! I really didn’t want that! I was starting to get desperate, and when one last idea came, I latched onto it.

“Ok,” I said, taking a deep breath. “How long… how long is your penis?”

Caulin looked started. “My penis?”

“Yeah… is it longer than your middle finger?”

“Yeah,” he said in a soft voice.

“Ok. Well… take it out and let me see it, ok?”

“Ok.”

Moving slowly Caulin reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped, his jeans. He reached inside and pulled out his erect penis. It was still hairless, from what I could tell, and looked like it was indeed a bit longer than his middle finger. Thicker, too, though not by a lot.

Swallowing hard, and knowing full well what this meant, I said, “Ok… would you mind putting your penis into my vagina and see if you can find my hymen that way?”

Caulin looked nervous, but very interested. “That’d mean we’d be having sex, wouldn’t it?”

I shook my head, and then paused and nodded slowly. “Well, maybe technically. But not really. It’d just be you trying to find my hymen.”

“Oh.”

“So?”

“Ok, sure, if you really want me to.”

“I do,” I said, trying to sound as certain as I could.

“Ok.” Caulin sat up, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His hairless penis stood up, nice and hard between his legs as he lowered himself on top of me.

I reached down and took hold of my brother’s penis, guiding it to the entrance of my vagina feeling the tip poking into me. I looked up at him. “Ok. Just like with your finger, alright? But go very slowly. I don’t want you to hit it by accident and go right through.”

“I won’t,” Caulin promised.

“Ok.” Another thought hit. “And if you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.”

“Believe me, I won’t.”

“Alright.”

Before I had the chance to do or say anything else, I felt Caulin push with his hips and began to feel the strangest sensation of my life as my little brother’s twelve-year-old virgin penis slowly, and surprisingly easily, sank down into my thirteen-year-old virgin vagina.

I closed my eyes as my brother entered my vagina, enjoying the pleasure his penis was giving me. I wondered how long it would be before he hit my hymen. I was a little surprised he hadn’t hit it already.

Then I became aware that Caulin had stopped moving forward. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“I can’t… go in any deeper…” he whispered.

“You can’t…?” I looked down seeing nothing but the base of my brother’s penis sticking out of my vagina.

A thought began to cross my hormone addled mind. I remembered, dimly, reading somewhere that some girls were born without hymens, or broke them while bike riding or something. Had I not ever had one, or maybe broken it a long time ago and not realized it? Surely not, but if I DID have one, why didn’t my brother’s fingers, or at least his penis, break through it?

“Push in as deep as you can…”

“Ok…” I felt Caulin’s body moving on top of mine as his preteen penis dug deeper into my vagina. “Oh… this feels real good…”

“Yeah…” I agreed, though I was beginning to feel really stupid. Obviously, I hadn’t had a hymen before we’d started. I’d just lost my virginity to my little brother and it was all for nothing! Well, not entirely nothing, I had to admit. It did feel wonderful having his penis inside me.

Caulin kept moving on me, his penis sliding around inside my vagina as he technically kept up his search for my hymen. I knew he wasn’t going to find one and I knew that I should have him stop since he was basically fucking me at this point. But who cared? It was lots of fun, so I wasn’t going to worry!

As my little brother kept fucking me, one part of my mind started to think that, perhaps, I should have him stop. This was incest, after all. Plus he might get me pregnant. Taking care of Elroy was a pain in the ass to begin with, I didn’t want to deal with a real baby. But it felt way too good having him inside me, so I figured I’d let him go. Besides, maybe he’d be too young to be making sperm yet.

It turned out I wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out. After maybe two minutes of screwing me, Caulin started moaning and suddenly pushed really deep inside me, then stopped moving entirely. I felt the really weird sensation of his penis pulsing inside my vagina. I figured he must be cumming. I really hoped he wasn’t making me pregnant, but if he was, oh, well. Not much I could do about it at this point.

Caulin fell on top of me, breathing hard, his penis still twitching a little. “Oh… oh, whoa… wow… god, that was… oh…” he gasped.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said with a little laugh as I brushed some hair out of his face.

“Did you… like it, too…?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good…”

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t… find your hymen…”

“Oh, well… I’m starting to think it wasn’t there to begin with,” I confessed.

“So… we did that all for nothing?”

I smiled. “Well, we DID end up having sex as a result.”

“Oh, yeah!” my brother said, brightening up.

I laughed. “You’re such a dork sometimes.”

“I know.”

“I just wonder if it’s in there somewhere and we haven’t found it yet.”

Caulin thought about this. “Well… if you ever want to try to find it again, let me know…”

I laughed. “I’ll remember that… now get off me.”

“Ok.” Caulin sat back, his penis popping out of me.

I sat up a little, looking at my recently de-virginized vagina. “Do you make sperm yet?” I asked my brother.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

As I reached for my clothes, my brother said, “So… you’re going to let Ross fuck you now?”

“Yeah. That was the whole idea, after all.”

“Yeah…” Caulin was quiet for a bit as he started to get dressed. “Am I going to get to fuck you again?”

I laughed. “Probably.”

Caulin grinned. “Cool. I really liked it.”

“Me, too.”

Once dressed I went up to my bedroom to make my plans for Ross. I was going to give that boy the time of his life!

Shortly after school the next day, I took Ross’ virginity while Elroy sat up on a shelf, a hat covering his eyes. We didn’t want to corrupt our little child. Ross was bigger than Caulin and better in bed. By the time we’d done it five times, he was getting really, really good! We were having a lot of fun!

Within a few days, we’d both lost track of how many times we’d fucked. We’d meet up at either his house or mine and screw our brains out. Then on the weekend, when I couldn’t meet up with Ross, I let Caulin fuck me some more.

Even better, we ended up getting an A for Elroy. We were one of the few couples to have our flour child go the entire time without bursting. One couple managed to drop theirs on the way into class and were both near tears. We felt sorry for them, but happy for ourselves!

Unfortunately, one lesson we didn’t learn from our class was the main one: raising a child is hard, so don’t have one. We’d talked occasionally about condoms, but for one reason or another, never bothered with them. It was not surprising when, two months after Ross and I began fucking, I came up pregnant.
It wasn’t long after that that the whole sordid affair came to light, including the parts about me having sex with Caulin, who, thankfully, was still shooting blanks, so at least he hadn’t gotten me pregnant. To say that the adults were pissed was an understatement.

After much conversation we all decided an abortion was the best option, so I went out and had one. I had mixed feelings after it, but I figured it was all for the best. Shortly after that, Ross and his family moved away and I never had contact with him again.

Caulin and I continued our affair, however. Our parents weren’t happy about it, but recognized there wasn’t much they could do to prevent it. They did insist on condom use, however, and made sure we had plenty to go around. Everything was pretty good from there on.

Until the condom broke…

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk. All rights reserved.
So what’s the lesson here? Writing an entire story to justify a bad pun of a title can sometimes turn out ok! 🙂 Hope you all liked it!

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