Adult/Youth

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 09 – January

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January 15, 2009

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 09 – January
By
Alex Hawk

December rolled its way into January and I was, frankly, getting a little bored with my little brother. Oh, Jacob had learned how to be a fairly decent lover in the last three weeks that we’d been having full sex, but frankly I was kind of tired of getting fucked by him. Sure, I’d also spent time with Lucien, Jesse, and Scott when I could, but I was starting to get bored with them, too. I needed someone new. Someone cute and just for a challenge, someone adult.

I’d finally decided that I wanted to try sex with an older man. I mean, yes, I’d fucked Kyle, and he was seventeen, but I wanted to try it with someone quite a bit older, like someone in their late twenties.

Joel Pierce was a man who lived a few doors down from us. He was twenty-eight and worked as a regional manager for a chain of restaurants. He was a very nice man, and for an older guy, he was pretty hot. He had blond hair, a great body and a young looking face. I decided one night while Jacob was fucking me that Joel would be my next target.

Getting an older man was going to be much different from seducing some young, virgin boy. Doubtless Joel had had sex before, so I couldn’t entice him with his first time. Also since he was an adult, he’d probably not be interested in fucking a girl who was only twelve (thirteen in March! Yay!).

However I thought I might stand a chance because a: for twelve I was hot, and b: I’d seen him eyeing me a couple times at a block party we’d had back in May. I’d gotten way hotter since then, so I figured getting him inside me ought to be pretty easy. At least I hoped it would be.

I spent a good week or so figuring out what tactic I was going to take. I figured that since he was male, he’d be horny and willing to fuck pretty much anyone who spread their legs for him. My age was going to make him hesitate, however, and that was what I needed to overcome. But, hell, for a girl who’d seduced her little brother, it shouldn’t be a big problem.

At least I thought that would be the case. But after a couple weeks of trying, I still couldn’t come up with what I thought would be a good way to get him into bed. But then, one slightly damp Saturday morning towards the end of January, the stars finally aligned and I came up with the perfect idea.

It started with my parents being gone until late that night, and Jacob over at a friend’s house where he’d stayed the night. I dressed in a loose t-shirt with no bra and a short skirt with no panties. Then, after hiding a key outside near my bedroom window, just in case the rest of my plan didn’t work, I walked down to McDonald’s, had a little to eat and then headed back home. I stopped at my house long enough to go through the motions of trying to get in, then finally went over to Joel’s house.

I knocked on his door and after a couple moments he answered.

“Oh, hey, Madison. What’s up?”

Sniffling a little and trying to look kind of distraught, I said, “My parents are gone all day and I locked myself out of our house!”

“Oh! Oh, that sucks.”

“They won’t be back until like nine tonight. Can I hang out here until they get home?”

“Uh. Sure, I guess. Come on in.”

I followed Joel into his house. It was smaller than our own, but still pretty nice.

“Go ahead and sit anywhere,” he said, once we were in the living room.

I sat down on his couch. He sat across from me on the love seat. Aptly named, given what I planned to do on there.

“So… how have you been lately?” he asked me.

I shrugged. “Been doing ok. Spending some time hanging out with some of my friends and an ex of mine.”

“Ex?” he echoed with a grin. “You had a little boyfriend, eh?”

“Oh, he wasn’t that little. He was about five inches,” I said, looking right into his eyes with an innocent expression on my face.

Joel paused and after a moment gave a nervous laugh. “Ha. Very, er, funny.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin. Then, “You got anything to drink?”

“Uh. Sure, yeah. Coke?”

“With rum?” I asked, hopefully.

“No,” Joel said with a laugh. “Just Coke.”

“Ok.”

He got up to go to the kitchen. I took a moment to hike my skirt just enough to show some more thigh. When Joel came back from the kitchen, I took the Coke and smiled as I caught him looking, just a bit, at my bare thigh.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked him as he sat down. “Spending lots of time with your girlfriend?”

Joel laughed. “I wish. I’ve been single for… well, a while.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“Yeah.”

I waited until he was taking a sip of his Coke and said, “You must get extremely horny.”

To his credit he managed to avoid spewing Coke out of his nose, though I could tell it was a close call. After a few seconds of coughing, he said, “You’re a little young to talk about such things, aren’t you?”

“I’m twelve, almost thirteen,” I said.

“Oh. Well, that’s still too young.”

I snorted. “No, it’s not. I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“You’re not?”

“Fuck, no. I’ve been with seven boys.”

He blinked. “You’re serious?” he asked after a moment.

“Yep.”

“When you say been with-“

“They fucked me.”

“Oh.”

There was silence for a few moments, and then he said, “You know, Madison, I mean, I’m not one of your parents, but that seems kind of… unwise.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you could get pregnant, or catch a disease, for example.”

I shrugged. “Most of them were virgins, so I wasn’t going to catch anything.”

“Oh. Well, even still, it’s probably not a good idea.”

“I like getting fucked,” I said. “It feels good.”

He shook his head. “I still feel it’s unwise, but it does make me wish I’d known a girl like you when I was your age.”

I grinned. “Yeah, well, you do know me now.”

“True, but on the other hand, you’re a little young for me.”

I shrugged. “Who cares? You can fuck me if you want.”

Looking a little taken aback, Joel kind of shifted in his seat and said, “Madison, that would be very inappropriate, and illegal, and it’s not going to happen.”

Shrugging yet again, I said, “It’s not like I’d tell anyone.”

“Yeah, well, you’re almost thirteen, as you’ve said. I don’t have sex with children. It’s just not right.”

“Well, you know I’m not a virgin, so it’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s just sex.”

“Yes, but like I said, it’s illegal and it’s wrong, so it isn’t going to happen.”

With a sweet smile, I said, “Well, whatever you say.”

“Ok, so… you’re not going to talk with me about that anymore?”

“Why? Do you want to talk about it some more, or just get started?” I asked, pulling up my skirt just a little more.

“Madison, come on. I’ve told you it won’t happen.”

I shrugged. “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting you. You sure can’t be surprised that I want you.”

“I can’t? Why not?”

I grinned. “Cause you’re way hot, and very cool.”

“Hot and cool, eh?”

I giggled. “Yes.”

Joel shook his head. “Well, no matter how attractive you find me, I can’t do anything like that with you.”

“But it’s only cause of my age, right?” I asked. “If I was older, you’d want to fuck me?”

“Madison…”

“Come on, just tell me. It’s not like that’s a big deal.”

Joel sighed. “You’re very attractive, Madison, for a girl your age.”

“And if I was older?” I persisted. “If I was older, would you want to fuck me?”

Rolling his eyes and chuckling a little, he said, “Well, Madison, you aren’t older, so it doesn’t really matter. Anyhow, this isn’t the sort of conversation I should be having with a girl your age.”

“But why not? After all, like I said, I’ve been fucked before. Lots of times. It’s not like we’d be talking about anything I haven’t done before.”

Shaking his head a little, Joel asked, “Don’t you think that’s… well, not smart?”

“How many women have you fucked?” I asked. “I bet it’s more than the boys that have fucked me.”

“Well, yes, but I’ve been sexually active for about fourteen years now. That’s a lot more time for me to meet girls and stuff.”

“Fourteen years, huh? You’re twenty-eight now, right? So you were having sex when you were fourteen?”

“Uh. Well, yes.”

“So what’s wrong with me having sex when I’m almost thirteen?”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, exactly. Just… well, I mean, if you’ve been with a lot of boys you might get a reputation or something.”

Laughing, I said, “Let me worry about that.”

“Okay.”

“So who was it with?”

“Who was what with?”

“Your first time when you were fourteen.”

“Oh.” Joel laughed a little. “Well, it was with the girl I was dating at the time. Melissa was her name.”

“Was she pretty?”

“She was ok.”

“Prettier than me?” I asked sweetly.

Laughing again Joel said, “I’m not answering that.”

“Ok. So how did you guys end up doing it?”

“Well, we’d been dating for a few weeks and we thought we were in love. We’d been making out and kind of playing around with each other a little, and we’d talked a few times about doing it.”

I moved a hand under my skirt. “And one day you did?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyeing my hand.

“How did you do it? Were you on top?”

“Yeah, the first time. Then she was on top for the second.”

“Cool,” I said softly, rubbing at my vagina just a little. He wouldn’t be able to see that, but he’d know I was doing it. “Did you use condoms or go bare?”

“Bare the first few times. Condoms after that.”

“Bare is better,” I said.

“Well, yeah.”

I worked a finger into my vagina, moaning a little, then I said, “So how many girls have you fucked?”

“Eight,” he said after a moment, his eyes fixed on my hand.

“Cool.”

“How many boys have you…?”

“Oh, a few.”

“How many?”

“Seven.”

“Seven? Really?”

“I nodded. First there was Lucien, then Jack. Then Lucien’s brother, Kyle. After him was Scott and then Jesse. After them was Jeremy and then finally Jacob.”

“Jacob… your brother, Jacob?”

“Yeah,” I said, looking into his eyes as I kept fingering. I’d worked my skirt up enough that he could see my finger entering my vagina.

“Lucky boy,” he muttered.

“Bet you wish you’d had a sister like me, huh?” I asked with a grin.

Joel grinned back. “Yeah. Would’ve made my childhood more interesting.”

Making sure he was watching, I slid my finger all the way inside my vagina and said, “Anyhow, you haven’t answered my question.”

“What?”

“Would you fuck me if I were older, or if you were younger?”

Sighing a little, Joel said, “Well, if I were younger, certainly. If you were older… yeah, probably.”

“You know, you can fuck me if you want to,” I said, now pulling my shirt up enough to expose my small breasts. “It isn’t like I’d tell anyone.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Madison, it’s not that. It’s just not right.”

“What isn’t right?” I asked, withdrawing my finger from my vagina. Standing up, I walked over and stood in front of him. “You’re horny. I’m horny. What’s wrong with us fucking?”

“You’re only twelve,” he said, barely above a whisper.

I took one of his hands and placed it on my inner thigh. “So?” I looked down at his pants where I saw a distinct lump. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“You’re too young,” he said, weakly.

“Part of you doesn’t care,” I said, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

“That part doesn’t have any brains.”

I laughed a little. Continuing to rub at his crotch, I said, “You’re going to fuck me, you know.”

“You shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You aren’t trying to stop me,” I pointed out.

“I should be.”

“But you aren’t.” I pulled off my skirt and then my top, leaving me nude. “So we’re going to do it.”

“You’re just a kid…”

“I’m a kid who can fuck like you wouldn’t believe,” I said with a grin. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching inside I pulled out a very hard penis, larger than I was used to, but not unduly so.

“Madison, we can’t do this.”

“Sure we can. It’s easy. Watch.” I got up onto his lap, straddling his waist. Positioning him and myself, I began to slowly, carefully, lower my twelve-year-old vagina down around his twenty-eight-year-old penis, stopping only once he was all the way inside.

“Oh, god…” Joel whispered.

“See?” I said, gasping a little. “Easy.”

“Oh, god,” he whispered again.

“You like it in me?” I asked, moving slowly up and down on him.

“Madison, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Joel muttered as I rode him.

“Well, we are, so you might as well enjoy it.”

“Yeah…” Joel moaned. “Yeah.” He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, then leaned forward and began to lick and suck on the nipple as we fucked.

This wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had, I quickly realized. It felt great, to be sure. Joel’s penis was larger than any other I’d had inside me and I felt filled by it. Plus it was really cool that I was getting fucked by an adult. But I’d hoped for more, somehow. More skill or something. On the other hand, all that was happening so far was that I was riding him, so there wasn’t much of a chance for anything else.

“Get on top,” I whispered to Joel, as I got off him, feeling his penis withdraw from my vagina as I lay down on the couch.

I saw hesitation in Joel’s eyes and knew I was taking something of a risk here. Even though he’d already fucked me for a little bit, it was always possible he’d find his morals and decide to stop. I was hoping his hormones would overwhelm his good sense.

My hopes were rewarded when Joel lowered himself on top of me and slowly slid his penis back inside my vagina. I let out a little moan as he started moving back and forth within me, leaning down to suck on my nipples as he did. THIS was much more like what I’d had in mind!

“I can’t believe I’m fucking you,” Joel whispered at one point.

I giggled and moaned a little, then said, “You wanted to for a while, huh?”

Joel nodded just a bit. “Yeah.”

I wrapped my legs around him. “Then fuck me good.”

Joel nodded, gave me a kiss and then started pounding me hard. Oh, god, it felt good! Much better than any of the boys I’d ever been with, though Kyle had come close.

After a couple minutes of this, Joel said, “I’m getting close… you want me to cum in you?”

“Oh, yes… god, yes…”

Joel grunted and pushed deep inside me. I felt his penis starting to pulse as his sperm fired into my vagina. Somewhere during this time my own orgasm began. By the time I’d come down from my high, Joel was just holding himself motionless over me, breathing hard.

“Mmmm… THAT was some good sex,” I said to him with a breathless smile.

“Glad you liked it,” Joel said, giving his penis one last thrust into me before he pulled out of my vagina and sat back onto the couch. Then he looked at me.
“You’re not on any birth control, right?”

“Right.” I sat up.

“What are you going to do if I just got you pregnant?”

I shrugged. “Either get an abortion or have the baby. If I have it, I’ll say it’s someone else’s so you don’t get into trouble.”

“Thanks, I think.” He was silent for a bit, then said, “You know, if you want I can get you onto birth control pills.”

“You can?”

He nodded. “With the amount of sex you’ve already had, it’s a minor miracle you aren’t already pregnant. Going onto the pill will prevent you from getting that way until you’re ready. Besides, if you’re going to continue fucking Jacob, you really don’t want to get pregnant by him.”

“Cool, then you can fuck me a lot more and not get me pregnant.”

He laughed. “What makes you think this isn’t a one-time-only thing?”

I reached over and took hold of his still erect penis. “You haven’t put this away.”

“Well, I figured I’d probably put it somewhere else soon.”

“Oh?” I batted my eyelashes. “And where is that?”

He spent the next couple hours showing me exactly where.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

So here’s the first story in 2009, and it brings Madison’s life up to real time! February is next! Hopefully I’ll have the story done during that month. If not, well, I’m sure you’ll all cope.

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Deflowering Memphis and Wade

Adult/Youth, First Time, Incest, Parent and Child, Straight, Teens, Tweens, Voyeur | ,

October 26, 2008

Deflowering Memphis and Wade
By
Alex Hawk

“I know who I want next, Daddy,” Haley said, trouncing naked into my bedroom one morning.

“Who?” I asked, a little groggy. I was still in the process of waking up.

“Memphis and Wade.”

“At the same time?” I asked my thirteen-year-old daughter, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!”

“My little girl is eager,” I said with a grin, reaching out to stroke one of her small breasts.

She giggled and squirmed under my touch. As she did I thought to myself about how long it had been since she’d last deflowered a boy. It had only been about three months, but it felt more like three years. During that time we’d moved to a new home, and I’d completely rewired it, adding hidden cameras in every room, which I could control from my computer in my bedroom.

We’d moved from our old house just about two weeks ago. Why? Well, for starters my daughter had had sex with literally every single boy on the block aged eleven and up. Almost all of them had been virgins before she got to them. I’d filmed the sex she’d had with them, and even now it was something I enjoyed watching. Many of the boys I’d even given blowjobs to before they fucked her.

But the very fact that she’d done so many boys in our neighborhood was becoming a problem. I figured it was only a matter of time before one of the boys said the wrong thing to the wrong person and I ended up with the feds knocking on my door. So I’d packed up everything and the two of us had moved cross country, from California to Ohio. The weather wasn’t what I really liked, but on the other hand, there were at least many pretty boys around for Halley to fuck. She hadn’t done any yet, but apparently she’d finally found not one, but two, she wanted to do.

I ran a hand down my daughter’s smooth body down to her vagina where I slid a finger gently inside. Even after having been fucked by a thirty-nine boys, all virgins and all caught on video, she was still nice and tight. I hadn’t fucked her yet, but now she was thirteen, I figured I’d probably do it soon. Certainly before her next birthday.

As I fingered my daughter, I said, “So what plan did you have to get Memphis and Wade?”

Haley spoke for a little bit, in great detail, about her plan. She was distracted for most of it cause I’d stopped fingering her and had started licking her vagina instead. I managed to make her cum just after she finished describing her plans to get fucked by the boys.

“So what do you think, Daddy?” Haley asked after she came down from her post-orgasmic high.

“I think it’s a great idea,” I said giving one of her breasts a tender squeeze and kissing her on the lips. “You want to do this tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, if you think that’s ok.”

“I do. Let’s make it happen.”

Haley grinned broadly and we began to put the plan into motion.

* * *

Memphis and Wade both lived in our neighborhood. Memphis was black, and thirteen. He was pretty cute for a black boy (I normally don’t find blacks attractive, and he’d be the only one Haley fucked). He was very friendly and very smart, and I’d seen him shirtless enough times to know that watching him fuck my daughter was going to be very fun!

Wade was twelve. He was white and had brown hair. He was one of those boys who was very active; always riding his bike somewhere or swimming. He had this adorable little face and, again, I’d see him shirtless enough to know that I REALLY wanted to see him fuck Haley.

Haley had been friends with both boys since we’d moved in and I’d figured it was just a matter of time before she had them come fuck her. I hadn’t expected her to want both boys at once, and it did present a bit of a challenge, but I figured with her plan, and my adjustments to it, we could pull it off.

The plan began with Haley and I both going to each boy’s house and talking with their parents. We told them Haley wanted to invite the boys over for a sleepover since they were all good friends. Nothing big, we said. Movies, video games, things like that. We left out the hardcore intercourse and child pornography.

The parents were understandably concerned, especially Wade’s. I made it clear to them that a: the boys would be sleeping in the living room at one end of the house, b: Haley would be sleeping in her bedroom at the other end of the house, and c: I would be sleeping in my bedroom between the two with my door wide open. This mollified the parents somewhat, and frankly I think they all kind of looked forward to the chance to have an evening away from their kids.

Of course with luck one of those kids would be making a kid with Haley. I was still hoping she’d get pregnant from one of the boys.

After the parents gave their approvals, Memphis, Wade and Haley all ran off to play together. They came back to my place just as it was getting dark, and I was pleased to notice that the houses belonging to their parents were dark.

The boys both greeted me as they walked in. They were both wearing wet t-shirts, as was Haley.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said, walking in. “We kind of went playing in some sprinklers.”

“So I see,” I said, rolling my eyes and pretending to be mad. I noticed she’d managed to get only the boy’s shirts wet. “Ok, boys, shirts off before you sit down. I’ll toss them into the dryer.”

Both boys peeled off their damp shirts and handed them to me. Then, to their surprise but not mine, Haley took off her shirt and handed it to me, too. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant her small, but developing, breasts were on display for the boys.

“Put mine in too, Daddy.”

I took it from her as both boys ogled her chest. Haley flounced off to the living room saying, “Come on, guys, let’s play some video games,” without even remotely paying attention to their reactions.

“Uhm… she has her shirt off?” Memphis said.

“Yes, so?” I asked. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, I guess not, but aren’t girls not supposed to have their shirts off when boys are around?”

I shrugged. “Haley doesn’t like wearing clothes. You’re just lucky you aren’t here on a day when she feels like walking around naked.”

From the looks on both their faces they didn’t consider themselves lucky.

“Come on,” I said, putting a hand on each boy’s shoulders and escorting them into the living room.

They each sat down on the couch, one on each side of Haley, and started playing “Call of Duty Four”. For some reason, entirely unclear to me, Haley kept beating both of them soundly. Might’ve had something to do with the fact that they both kept staring at her bare breasts.

The three kids sat around playing video games as I went into the kitchen and puttered around, making up some dinner. I was going to serve them a delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner. I’d made the sauce and the meatballs the night before and they would be very tasty tonight. I’d been reheating the sauce for the last three hours. It was going to be very good.

“Dinner’s ready,” I called to the kids once it was time to eat.

All three tromped into the dining room. I said to them, “Your shirts aren’t dry yet. I kind of forgot to turn on the dryer.” I rolled my eyes. “So eat careful.”
The boys and Haley all sat down. I put a small glass of wine in front of each one. “It’s low-alcohol,” I lied. “But don’t tell your parents, ok?”

“We won’t,” both boys said and then giggled.

The four of us started to eat. I noticed both boys were still checking out Haley’s bare breasts as much as possible. When they’d sat down, I was pretty sure both were hard, which was certainly a good sign.

I only allowed the kids each two glasses of wine. I wanted them relaxed but not drunk, after all. It seemed to have helped because both boys were openly staring at Haley’s breasts more often than not by the time dinner was done.

Once dinner was done, we all got up. Haley said, “Daddy, can I talk with you for a second?”

“Sure. Boys, go ahead and go into the living room, ok?”

“Ok,” they chorused and walked off.

“This is going good, huh, Daddy?” Haley asked, hugging me.

“Yes, it is. You ready for phase two?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Alright, guys,” I announced to the boys as Haley and I walked into the living room. “I’m heading off to my bedroom. If there’s anything you need, just ask Haley or knock on my door.”

“Yes, sir,” said Memphis as Wade nodded.

“You kids have fun, now,” I said with a knowing smile and walked to my bedroom.

My bedroom was, basically, master control. I had, hidden in a large, walk-in closet, a state-of-the-art computer system. It included three high-def monitors, video editing equipment, and a very secure communications system. With it, I was able to monitor goings-on anywhere in my house. I had audio and video equipment in every room except my own. This included Haley’s bedroom, the living room, the dining room, the swimming pool, both bathrooms and anywhere else I thought it was likely my daughter would be screwing young boys.

I turned everything on and tuned in the living room. I had one camera pointed at each child, and brought up their faces on each separate monitor. I zoomed in a little on their bare chests, enjoying the show.

After about fifteen minutes of video games, Haley excused herself and went to her bedroom. I followed her on one monitor and paid attention to Memphis and Wade on the other two.

“Dude,” Wade said softly. “We can totally see her tits!”

“Oh, you’d noticed that, huh?” Memphis said, rolling his eyes.

“Come on, they’re cool.”

“Yeah, they are,” admitted Memphis with a little smile.

In her bedroom, Haley was removing what few clothes she had on. I grinned to myself. If the boys liked seeing her breasts, just wait until they saw the rest.
Now fully nude Haley walked out of the bedroom and down the hall, into the living room. As the boys stared at her slack-jawed, she sat back down between them on the couch, ignoring their stunned faces.

After a few seconds, she looked back and forth between them saying, “What?”

“Uh… you’re naked,” Memphis said.

“Yeah, I know. So? We’re friends, right? So it’s not a big deal. Besides, it’s more comfortable for me this way.” She looked at the two of them. “It doesn’t bug you guys, does it?”

“Not me!” Wade piped up.

Memphis seemed less enthused. He shrugged and said, “Well, it’s your house, so if you want to be naked, I guess it’s no big deal.”

“Thanks!” Haley said, and turned towards the boy, hugging him tight, pressing her bare breasts against his bare chest. Wade looked like he was about to pass out with jealousy while Memphis just looked mildly scandalized.

“So is it really more comfortable?” asked Wade as Haley separated from Memphis.

“Yeah! What, haven’t you just hung out naked before?” she asked in tones of mild disbelief.

Shaking his head, Wade said, “No. Well, I mean, I’m like naked and stuff when I get out of the shower, but that’s about it.”

“Oh, you should totally try it sometime! What about you?” she asked Memphis. When he shook his head, she said, “Oh, come on. You both should try it. It’s really fun!”

“Maybe I will sometime,” Memphis said.

“I know I will,” Wade responded. “It does look like it’s kind of fun.”

Haley turned towards him. “Really? Cool, Wade!” She gave him the kind of hug she’d just given to Memphis. I thought young Wade would melt. “You gonna do it right now?”

“Now?” he echoed. He looked at Memphis who had a mild smirk on his face. “Uh… well, I probably shouldn’t, since it’s not my house.”

“Pft,” Haley said. “You’re already just in shorts. It’s not a big deal to just take those off.”

“Uh…” Wade said, looking for a way out.

“Yeah, Wade,” Memphis replied with a snotty look on his face. “You said you’d do it at some point, and that it looked like fun, so why not do it now?”

Wade looked death at his friend. “I wouldn’t want to annoy Haley’s dad by being naked here,” he came up with.

“Oh, Daddy won’t care,” Haley said. “Besides, he’s in his bedroom sleeping. It’s not going to be a big deal for you to be naked. We’re all friends here, right? So go ahead and get naked.”

Wade opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but then closed it. With a slightly annoyed look on his face he stood up and said, “Ok, I will.” With that he dropped the shorts and boxers he was wearing and stepped out of them, leaving him gloriously naked and every bit as beautiful as I thought he’d be.

“There, happy?” he said.

Haley stood up and gave him a hard, full-body hug, pressing his stiff, nearly hairless penis against her vagina as she said, “Yes! It’s much more fun naked, isn’t it?”

“Uh… yeah…” Wade said. I zoomed the camera in to look at his surprised but happy young face.

Stepping back a little, Haley giggled and to my total agreement said to Wade, “You look real cute naked.”

“Thanks,” he said, blushing.

Haley stepped forward and hugged him tight against her again. “I like hugging you naked! Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah,” Wade mumbled, looking totally blown away.

Haley giggled again. “I can feel your penis poking me.”

“Oh! Uh…” Wade tried to pull away.

Haley wasn’t having any of that. She put her hands onto his firm, round butt and said, “No, don’t worry. I like it. It feels nice.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Haley then pulled away and turned towards Memphis. “So come on! You should be naked, too! It’s fun, right, Wade?”

“Yeah, fun…” he said, looking vaguely dizzy.

“I don’t think I should,” Memphis said.

Haley knew not to push. “Well, at least get down to your boxers. Please?” She made doe-eyes at him.

“Well…” Memphis thought for a moment and shrugged. “Ok.” He stood up and pulled down his pants. Kicking them aside he was now wearing only boxers that did almost nothing to hide his stiff young penis.

“Yay! Thanks, Memphis!” Haley said, and then gave him a hug almost as good as she’d given Wade.

“No problem,” he mumbled, obviously at least somewhat pleased to have Haley’s breasts pressing against his bare chest.

After holding him for a couple moments, Haley released him and sat back down on the couch. “So let’s get back to the games!” she said, picking up her controller.

Both boys looked somewhat reluctant to go back to the video games, but they did, though neither was playing well and both of them were spending most of their time checking out Haley’s naked body. Not that I blamed them, mind you. She was pretty cute naked.

After a bit, Haley said, “You guys are really doing bad right now!”

“Sorry,” Memphis said.

“Yeah,” said Wade. “It’s just hard to concentrate.”

“Oh, well, I bet I know something that could help change that.”

“Wh… what?” Wade asked. I could picture what he was thinking.

“This!” Haley said and started tickling him.

“Ack! Hey, no, stop!” Wade said and then dissolved into laughter as Haley kept tickling him. Eventually he squirmed and fell off the couch. Haley jumped on top of him, straddling his waist and continuing to tickle him as Memphis watched with a vaguely stunned look on his face.

“Surrender!” Haley said. “Say ‘Haley rocks!’ and I’ll stop!”

“Haley… Haley rocks!” he managed to say.

“Ok, then,” she said, and then sat down on him, making sure her vagina was directly rubbing against his penis. “There! I win!”

“Yeah,” Wade said, breathing hard.

“Ok, then.” She smiled at him. “Now you get a reward.”

“What reward?”

Haley lifted herself up a bit. She reached down and took Wade’s hairless erection in her hand. With practiced ease, she got him positioned and lowered her thirteen-year-old vagina down around his twelve-year-old virgin penis.

“You get to fuck me,” she whispered as she leaned down and kissed him on his nose.

I zoomed the cameras in, pointing one at the spot where their genitals merged and another focusing on the stunned look on Wade’s face as he lost his virginity to my daughter.

“I… what? Oh… oh, god, we’re doing it…?” he gasped.

“Yeah.” She lifted her body up so that he could see where his young penis entered her body. “See?”

Memphis sat up and stared. “You guys are really doing it?!” he squeaked.

“Yeah,” Haley said as she slowly rode young Wade. “Come down here and take a look.”

Memphis hesitated for a moment, but then got down onto the floor. Looking between Haley’s legs he saw where Wade’s penis disappeared into her vagina.

“Oh, my god,” he mumbled.

“You like it?” my daughter asked Wade as she rode his penis.

“Yeah…” he gasped. “It’s… it’s… oh, god…” From the way his face screwed up and the way he pushed hard into Haley, it was quite clear he was cumming. I wondered if he was making sperm yet.

Once Wade was done cumming, Haley lifted up off him, his penis withdrawing from her body and slapping against his stomach. She looked at Memphis.

“You want a turn?”

“Uh…” Memphis’ eyes darted around. “I don’t think I should…”

“Come on, you’ll like it! You liked it, right, Wade?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding and still laying on his back. “It was… wow…”

“Come on,” Haley repeated. “You don’t even have to take off your boxers.” She reached over and expertly extracted his stiff penis from inside his underwear and began stroking it slowly. “See?”

“Yeah…”

“So let’s do it,” Haley said as she began to straddle his waist. “The only thing you got to lose is your virginity.”

“Come on, dude,” Wade said. “You gotta try it. It’s way better than just jerking off.”

“Well… ok.”

With that ringing endorsement Haley took his thirteen-year-old virgin penis in her hand, lined him up and slowly lowered her thirteen-year-old vagina down around it, getting him all the way inside in one smooth, easy motion.

“Oh… oh, shit…” Memphis said as he was deflowered.

“Nice, huh?” Wade asked as Haley started moving up and down on Memphis’ penis.

“Oh, yeah… oh, god, yeah…”

“Glad to hear it,” Haley said, kissing him on the nose like she’d done with Wade.

Memphis looked up at her. “When I cum… should I pull out? I don’t want to… get you pregnant…”

“Oh… good… cause I’m gonna cum… right now… ah!” He pushed up hard into Haley’s vagina and with a groan of pure delight started firing his sperm into her young vagina. She rode him expertly until he was done climaxing and then slowly lifted herself off him.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, laying down on the carpet between Memphis and Wade. She eyed Wade’s hard penis. “Want another turn?”

“Hell, yeah!” Wade said.

Haley spread her legs as the boy got on top of her. She lined him up and then moaned with happiness as the preteen boy’s penis slid all the way into her once more.

Haley and the kids fucked themselves silly for a couple hours after that, the boys taking turns with her. I managed to film it all from several good angles. One of the coolest things I got on video was a wonderful series of shots of Memphis on top and fucking her. It was really sweet to see the contrast as his dark penis slid in and out of her pale vagina.

Eventually they all retired to Haley’s bedroom, where more sex ensued. By the time Memphis and Wade went home the next morning, huge grins plastered to their faces, they’d spent several hours screwing their brains out, and I had several hours of video to edit. Haley had done her job and done it well.

I wondered who the next lucky boy would be?

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. So it’s been three years, but I’m finally tying up this series! The next one should be out soon… of course, the last time I said that it was 2005… *shrug* Anyhow, I hope you liked it!

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Oral, Straight | ,

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One
By
Alex Hawk

It was hard for me to tell which was worse. The feeling of my dad’s fist bashing into the side of my face, or the sound it made when it hit. As I fell to the ground, my vision going blurry for a few moments, I thought that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that I was being hit to begin with.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Cunter!” my dad snarled. My real name was Hunter. He called me Cunter when he was drinking.

I slunk into the corner, holding my head as my dad turned towards my little sister, Cassie, and slapped her again.

“You little slut! You whore!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Cassie whimpered.

“Sorry? Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re going to be!”

This had all started when our dad came home after hearing a rumor that Cassie had been fucked by one of the boys at school. I didn’t know if it was true. She was only twelve, so it probably wasn’t. But he’d been drinking and he didn’t care. He got like this when he had booze.

He slapped Cassie hard a couple more times. I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Please, Daddy!” she whimpered again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ha! I’ll show you sorry!” Then Dad threw Cassie onto the couch. Once she was there, he reached down and roughly tore off her skirt and then her panties. Then he rolled her over and started smacking her bare backside. Hard. Very hard.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz from my mind. I’d seen my dad in many rages in my fourteen years, but this was the worst ever. He was so… angry. And there was more than just anger, too. I didn’t know what.

Then my dad rolled Cassie onto her back, spread her legs and snarled, “So you like to fuck, huh?” Then he tore her shirt open, leaving my sister nude. My eyes were drawn instantly to the small space between her legs. There were just a few strands of hair over a small slit. It was fascinating.

And now I knew with a full, certain dread exactly what was going to happen next. I watched, feeling numb as my dad reached down and started fumbling with his pants. Cassie knew, too, and had a horrified look on her face.

There was no way I could let this happen. I had to do something! I rose to my feet and, staggering slightly, made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed the large carving knife out of the block and went back into the living room where my dad had managed to get his pants open, and was reaching into his underwear.

“Please, no Daddy! Don’t!” Cassie screamed.

He punched her in the face again. “Shut up, slut!”

That was it. A blood-red haze fell over my vision. I came up behind my father with the knife in my hand. I lifted it up high and plunged it down into his back, feeling tissue, muscles and sinew spreading wide around the knife blade.

My dad let out a strange gurggling scream and started to turn around. I grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him, then plunged it back down again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing, letting all my rage and fury go out of my body and into the knife. I lost track quickly as to how many times I stabbed him, but I know it was a lot.

Finally I stopped as my father fell onto the carpet. I knew he was dead. I’d killed him. My own father. I was distantly amazed at how much blood there was. It was all over me, him, the couch and Cassie’s naked body. I looked over at her, breathing hard.

“Hunter,” Cassie whispered. She leapt up off the couch and threw herself into my arms, crying and sobbing and saying my name over and over again. I dropped the knife to the floor and held her tight, starting to cry myself as I realized what I’d done. We fell to the floor, continuing to hold each other and cry for a good half hour or so. We were crying for each other, for ourselves and even for our dad.

Eventually the tears stopped. Cassie was still whimpering a little, but now my mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I knelt down next to my father’s bloody corpse and thought about what I should do now. It took me a few minutes, but finally I made up my mind.

“Cassie?”

“Wha… what?” she said with a little hiccup. She was never a pretty crier, even when she was naked. One part of my mind was noticing that her nude body was rather attractive, but I pushed that out of my head.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” She looked up at me. “Leave?”

“Yes. We can’t stay here. The police are going to know who did this.”

“What? But you saved me from him! They can’t get you in trouble for that… can they?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to find out the hard way and be wrong. We have to leave.” Our dad had taught us never to trust the police. In retrospect this was probably because he didn’t want us to report him for child abuse. No matter his reasons, he’d made us rather paranoid.

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know for sure.” I went over to the coffee table and picked up my father’s wallet. It was the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1976, and he’d been paid today. I opened it up and looked inside, counting out one-hundred dollars.

“There’s some money here,” I said. “We can take this and get out of town. It’ll be enough to live on for a while.”

“But… I don’t want to leave. All my friends… our school…”

“I know, Cassie,” I said gently. “Look, I guess you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I do. At least until we find out what the police will do about this.”

Cassie sat there silently for a few seconds and then said, “I can’t let you leave without me. If you have to leave, I have to go with you.”

I nodded. “Alright. Look, go get a shower. Get cleaned up. Then pack up some clothes. Not too much. Just a suitcase and your backpack. Just stuff you’re going to need, ok?”

“Ok.” She stood up. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I nodded and tried not to look at my father’s dead body. I was a murderer now, I realized. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up.”

“Alright.”

Cassie vanished to the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and threw the bloody clothes into the corner of the room. Then I just stood there, looking at the body of the man I’d just killed, and lost myself in my thoughts.

Eventually I heard Cassie’s voice. “Hunter?” She walked into the living room wrapped in a towel. “I’m done in the shower. You should take one, too.”

“Right,” I said with a ragged sigh. I walked past my sister and went into the bathroom where I tossed my boxers aside and spent about twenty minutes in the shower. When I finally felt clean enough, I got out of the shower. I toweled off and went to my bedroom where I got dressed and started packing.

Cassie came into my room. “Hunter? I’m all packed up.”

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll be ready soon. Go into the kitchen and get all the food you can, ok? All the stuff we can easily carry with us. Like peanut butter and bread and stuff. Things that don’t need the fridge.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and toss Dad’s beer into the trash,” I added as an afterthought.

Cassie grinned a grim smile. “No problem.”

I took one last look around my bedroom. There was so much I wanted to take with me but couldn’t. So much I’d never see again. My comic books, my records, my posters. I at least made sure to find room in my bag for my favorite books. Heinlein, Asimov and Bradburry would be going with me wherever I went.

I joined my sister in the kitchen just as she finished tossing the last of Dad’s beer into the garbage. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Cassie said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I lied. I was anything but sure, but it seemed like the right thing. Dad had always told us the police would try to screw us over at any chance. If they found me… well… I didn’t want to think about it.

“Alright,” Cassie said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

The two of us left the house and walked out into the night. Cassie looked back at the house as we left. I didn’t.

Two hours later, Cassie and I had made our way from our family’s house in Queens out to Grand Central Station. During the trip, I’d formulated a little plan. We would go to Los Angeles, where our mother lived. We didn’t know exactly where she was. We had no address or phone number. But we knew she was out there.

When we got to Grand Central, I bought two tickets to Washington, DC. It took up a decent chunk of our money. I could have afforded two direct tickets to LA, but I figured it would be best to take a longer route in case the police ended up chasing us.

Once we were on the train, I let out a faint sigh of relief. It seemed like we’d gotten away clear so far. I wondered how long our luck would last?

Cassie snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her, feeling very protective. I’d killed my father in order to save my sister. What a weird thing to think about. It still hadn’t really sunk in yet.

I actually managed to doze off for a bit as we rode on the train. I woke up just as we were getting into the DC suburbs. Cassie was sleeping in my arms still. I gently shook her to wake her up.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

“Ok.”

As we rode into DC, I looked around. There was red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Not only was it Memorial Day Weekend, but the Bicentennial was in July. I wondered where Cassie and I would be then.

When the train stopped we got off and stood there in the station, momentarily lost while I tried to figure out what we should do next. Finally I settled on getting a cab and asking the driver to take us to a cheap hotel. He put the car into gear and we rode in silence to a hotel.

Once there we went to the front desk, paid for a room (twenty dollars), and then made our way into the room we’d rented. It wasn’t much. Just a pair of beds, a bathroom, a dresser, a TV, nothing really big. Some really bad paintings on the wall.

“How long are we going to stay here, Hunter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably only a couple days.”

“Ok.”

We watched TV for a little bit, but it was getting late and we needed to sleep. We turned the television off and eventually drifted off and dreamed, images of my father’s dead body mixing with images of my sister’s naked body.

* * *

I woke up at about 7:30, disoriented and wondering where I was. Then it all came flooding back, especially the knife. I’d never forget the knife. It was currently inside my suitcase, where it would stay until I figured out a safe way to get rid of it.

I reached down and gave my hard penis a couple tugs. It was always erect when I woke up. Most mornings I’d just jerk off and take care of it. But with my sister sleeping not more than five feet away, I thought it would be a bad idea.

Sighing, I got up out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, Cassie was awake and watching TV.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back.

“I’ve got an idea for today,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to McDonald’s and get us some food. Then I’ll come back and we can eat. After that, I’m going to head out, get a bus and see if I can get to the suburbs. Find some people who need their lawn mowed. If I mow four lawns a day, our room is covered and if I mow five, then we have food. All that without having to use up any of our money.”

“Ok.”

I gave Cassie a hug. “You gonna be ok when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

As I rode on the bus out to the suburbs around Washington City, I thought about what I’d done when I killed my dad. I didn’t really feel any guilt or sadness about it. I didn’t feel any pride or sense of accomplishment, either. Really, all that I felt was that I’d done what had needed to be done. I’d killed my dad just like squashing a bug. I knew I should feel more than that. Maybe I would later.

I finally got out to what seemed to be a suitable area. I left the bus and started walking around, knocking on doors and offering to mow lawns, trim bushes, clean gutters or whatever else it was people needed to have done. I ran into two problems quickly. I didn’t have a lawn mower of my own, and since it was Memorial Day Weekend, lots of people weren’t home.

But I did have some luck. Two homes in a row wanted me to mow their lawns and one needed me to clean out their gutters, so I ended up with fifteen dollars quickly. One more job and I’d have enough money to pay for the hotel room for another night!

It was at the last place I visited that something strange happened.

I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was pretty attractive, I guessed. Nothing big, but not bad. She was probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me.

“Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I actually hope I can help you. I’m going around trying to find work to do. Cleaning, yard work, anything.”

“Oh, yes? How much would you charge to get the leaves out of my pool?”

“Five dollars,” I said, promptly.

“Good. That lazy husband of mine won’t ever do it.” She smiled. “My name is Norma, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter,” I said, shaking her hand. “Where’s your pool?”

“This way.” Norma lead me back to her backyard where I saw a fairly good sized pool. My heart sank a little. I knew it was going to take so long I wouldn’t be able to do any other work, but at least I’d make some money here.

I picked up the skimmer and got to work. It wasn’t very much fun. Her pool was just full of crap. Leaves, mostly. It took me over two hours to finally get everything done. When I was finished, I walked into the house.

“Done,” I said, coming up to Norma. She was watching President Ford talking on the news.

“Yeah? Let’s have a look.” She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out at the pool. “Very nice, Hunter.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on my head and ruffled my hair a little. “Come on. I’ll get your money.”

“Ok.”

I followed Norma upstairs to the bedroom where she rooted around in her purse.

“Hmmm…” she said after a moment. “I seem to only have a twenty.”

“Oh! Well, I can make change,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

“Well… don’t worry about it, Hunter. You’re obviously working hard and you seem to really need the money.” Norma held out the bill to me. “Keep the change.”

“Wow, really?” I smiled widely. “Gee, thanks!”

“No problem.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a very nice boy, Hunter.”

“Thanks.”

“Really cute, too.”

I was taken aback. “Uh… thanks.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Totally lost as to why she was asking that, I said, “No? Why?”

“Just wondering.” Smiling again she put her hand on my chest. “A boy as cute as you should have girls lining up for him.”

My heart was beating fast. I had no idea where this was going or what to do. “Thanks,” I settled for saying again.

Norma licked her lips and then, to my incredible surprised, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I stood there, shocked for a moment, and before I could really adjust to that, she moved her mouth down and kissed me on the neck. I was completely floored by this. What the hell was going on? She had a husband, right? Why was she kissing me?

“Lay down, Hunter,” Norma said, pushing me gently onto her bed. I let her push me down, still unsure about what was going on.

“Norma? What-”

“Shhhh.” She put her finger on my lips. “Don’t say anything, ok?”

I nodded.

Norma kissed me on the mouth again and then placed her hand on my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside, into my underwear, and pulling out my extremely hard teenage penis. Then she moved her head down slowly, and before I knew what was happening, I felt the luscious sensation of her mouth slipping down around the shaft of my virgin erection.

I let out a little moan. I’d heard of blowjobs before, but I never thought I’d be getting one, especially from an older woman. I never felt anything so good before! Her tongue and lips were slipping around all over my penis, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in all my fourteen years. I stopped questioning why this was happening and simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it.

Norma apparently knew exactly what she was doing, too. She was obviously trying to prolong this experience for me as much as she could. She’d get me to the brink of an orgasm and then pull back, then push me towards it again. All in all, my first ever blowjob ran about fifteen minutes before I finally released a series of gasping moans and felt my penis start pulsing inside Norma’s mouth, my sperm firing down her throat.

When I was done cumming, I laid there on Norma’s bed, panting, my mind spinning. She moved back up and smiled at me as she wiped her mouth off.

“And how was that for a tip?” she asked.

I grinned a little. “I… liked that…”

“Was that your first blowjob?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She reached down and squeezed my penis then looked at the clock. “You should get going. My husband will be home soon.”

“Ok.” I stood up and pulled my pants up then was escorted downstairs by Norma.

“Thanks for all your hard-” she grabbed my penis through my pants, “-work.”

“Thank you,” I said with a dazed grin.

Minutes later I was back on the bus heading back to downtown DC, thinking all about what had just happened, unbearably horny and very happy. I stopped by McDonald’s again, getting some food for my sister and I, then went back to our lodgings.

When I got back to the hotel, I paid for another night and went to the room.

“I’m back,” I said, opening the door.

Cassie leapt off her bed and gave me a big hug. “Oh, Hunter, I was so worried without you being here.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” I hugged her back. “I got plenty of money and I got us some food, too.”

“Really? Cool!”

I divided the food and sat there eating with my sister as we watched tv. It was almost normal. Almost. But my mind kept flipping between images of my sister’s naked body on the couch, my dad’s dead body on the floor and how it had felt when Norma gave me the blowjob.

Before I went to sleep I went into the shower, partly to get clean and partly to jerk off. I mostly thought about Norma’s mouth around my penis, but also thought about my sister when I’d seen her naked. She was the only girl I’d ever seen nude before, and I told myself later that was why I’d wound up cumming while thinking about her.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Trahimur omnes studio laudis, so send me some, damnit!

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Fact Versus Fiction

Adult/Youth, First Time, Incest, Pregnancy, Siblings, Straight, Teens | , ,

October 21, 2008

Fact Versus Fiction
By
Alex Hawk

You all know me from my work. You don’t know my name. Not my real name at any rate. I write as Jason Crow, and I’ve done about 60 stories, give or take. Porn stories all of them. They tend to be heavy on the subjects of incest and teen sex. They’re pretty popular, I guess. I average about one or two bits of fan mail in my email box every day.

One day my fame on the Internet wound up paying off more than I’d expected.

It was a pretty average day, really. I’d worked hard and was looking forward to getting home, relaxing and jerking off. Maybe writing a few bits on my latest story. I also, of course, had to check my email.

Booting up the computer, I sat down at my desk, ready to go. Once my connection was established I visited www.operamail.com, where I have my mailbox. I read the first two letters. Nothing special. One was spam and the other was an email from a girl who said she loved reading my stories, and was I done yet with part 14 in this long-ass 14 part series I was writing? I updated her, thanked her and went onto the last bit of new mail from someone named Miloboi91.

hey dude (the mail said) i really like reading ur stories u really kno how 2 write like a teen 🙂 my sister and me love 2 read ur stories 2gether. im 14 and shes 13 so where like the kids in ur stories. sometimes we even like play with r selves while we read them like jerk off and stuff u kno? we never do stuff 2 each other tho we think about it sometimes
ne way ur stories r hot thanks for writing them! take care dude
milo and kassie

“God, what a mess,” I thought, desperately wanting a red pen to go over the text with. Still, it was a nice bit of mail, even if it was, I figured, total bullshit. I’d get letters like this every once in a while. I figured most of them, if not all, were adults pretending to be teenagers. Eh. That was probably for the best. The last thing I needed was to be in contact with REAL teens on the Internet.

Hey, Milo and Kassie (my reply began). It’s nice to hear from you! I’m glad you enjoy my work, even if you are a little too young to be reading it (I always threw that in when I figured it even MIGHT be real kids. CYA, you know). ^_^ It’s cool you feel comfortable reading together like that. You probably read in some of my notes on my stories that I had sex with my sister when I was younger. It was a lot of fun. ^_^ If you guys ever take it up a notch, let me know.

Thanks for reading, thanks for writing! – Jason Crow

Then I hit send and went off to a few other websites. About thirty minutes later, as I was downloading some porn, I thought I’d check my email again. Just in case. Much to my happy surprise there was a letter from Milo.

thanks for writing back dude its real cool 2 hear from u 🙂 yah my sister and me talk about doin more but we havent yet but maybe we might soon 🙂 did u and ur sister really like do everything even fuck? were both virgins and i wanna try fuckin kassie but shes not sure about it yet
we took a pic and put it at the end of the message. hope u like it! bye
milo and kassie

I scrolled down and looked at the pics. They showed a boy and a girl sitting at a desk in what looked like a bedroom. Nothing really big. They looked like they were in their early teens and could have been brother and sister. Pretty cute, too. What really got me to sit up and take notice, though, was the fact that they were holding up a bit of paper on which they’d written “Hey, Jason!”

“Well, now…” I said as I sat back to consider my next move. Of course, if there was even a chance they were really teenagers, my smart move would be to run for the hills. But I wasn’t entirely convinced. I knew that with the right software, one could easily make it look like that bit of paper had anything on it. It didn’t really mean anything, but it helped.

After thinking for a few moments, I had my reply in mind.

Hi, guys! Thanks to YOU for writing back so soon! ^_^ Yes, my sister and I did everything together, including intercourse (this was a lie. I’d neve done anything with my sister. I just got off on telling people I did). I lost my virginity to her, though she wasn’t a virgin the first time we did it. We were almost the same age as you guys, too. I was thirteen and she was twelve. You’re a year older than me, Milo! Better hop to it! ^_^

That’s a nice picture. I love the sign. ^_^ You’re both pretty cute. If you guys lost your virginities to each other, I wouldn’t know who to envy more, you or her. ^_^ If you wanna send another pic, do it with Milo’s shirt off and Kassie making a stupid face. ^_^ – Jason Crow

I figured that last bit would help verify what they really were. Sadly, it looked like it was going to be a while before I found out because the mail server that I used decided to start crashing when I checked on it about a half-hour later. Damn. It stayed down all night. Finally, grumbling, I gave up, admitted defeat and went on to other things.

* * *

The entire next day at work, I was really distracted. I kept flubbing my lines and had to go over again. The director was getting understandably pissed. I did voice-over work. I had the script right in front of me. It wasn’t like it was difficult.

Finally I made it back through the chaos of rush hour traffic in Los Angeles and back to my apartment in Woodland Hills. I parked my car and raced inside, turning on my computer before I even turned on the lights. I wanted it to boot up while I did everything else I needed to do.

Thank god the mail system was back up. I would have gone insane if I’d had to wait very much longer. Hopping into my account I saw a series of four letters, one of which was from Milo! I tore through the other three and then opened up that one.

hey dude glad u liked r sign 🙂 we did what u said and the picture is down at the bottom
its kool u and ur sister used 2 fuck kassie wants 2 know did it hurt her the first time u guys did it and werent u worried about havin a baby?
ne way thanks 4 talkin with us its pretty kool ur nice 🙂 bye
milo and kassie

And there it was, down at the bottom, a picture of the same boy and girl. His shirt was off, and she was making a stupid face. He was, too, even though I hadn’t asked that.

Now I’d gone from being 90% certain they were fakes to being 90% certain they were real. What next?

Nice picture, but too many clothes. ^_^ Yeah, its nice talking in email like this, but if you like, you can get onto ICQ and contact me there (I threw on a link to my account). Then we can talk a little more easily.
Take care! – Jason Crow

About ten minutes later, as I was typing a little on my latest story (I’d promised people I’d have part 14 done by now, damnit!), my ICQ made a little sound. Daring to hope, I clicked, finding out that, indeed, Milo had contacted me!

[hey dude]
Holy shit! [Hey, guys!]
[kool now we can talk like this 🙂 ]
[Yeah, or more if you have the right software.]
[what u mean]
[Well, you have a cam, right? You can set that up so that you’re streaming video to me. Then I can see you while we talk. ^_^ I’d set up one myself, but I don’t have a cam. 🙁 ]
[we can huh/] came the reply. [how]

I walked them through the process and sat back to wait and wonder.

Moments later a screen popped up. I clicked on it and there, large as life, was a view of Milo and Kassie sitting side-by-side at his computer. I could even hear their voices.

“Let me see if he can see us,” Milo said. He typed onto his keyboard and I saw [can u see us] on my screen.

[Yes, and hear you, too. You can just talk if you like. I DO have a mike, even if I don’t have a cam, so I’ll set that up and we can talk directly.]

“Hey, he says he can hear us. Cool. Hey, Jason!” he said. He and Kassie waved at the camera.

I turned on my mike and got it working. “Can you hear me now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good!”

They both laughed and Kassie said, “It’s so cool we’re really talking with you!”

“For me, too. I’m glad you guys aren’t fakes. I had a mental image of some eighty-year-old potato farmer from Idaho trying to talk with me pretending to be a teen.”

Both kids laughed. Milo said, “Not that old yet!”

“How old are you?” Kassie asked.

“Thirty,” I said. In my little FAQ I put out about me, I’d shaved a few years off, but I figured I might as well be honest now.

“Cool,” she replied.

I looked into their bedroom. “Hey… is that a Dodgers pennant?”

Milo looked over his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Cool! You guys live in LA?”

“Yeah, we do. Well, kind of anyhow. We actually live in Canoga Park.”

I was floored. They lived within only a few miles of me! Holy shit! “Cool. I live in Woodland Hills.”

“Wow, really?” Milo said. “Hey, we’ll have to meet up some time!”

“That might be cool. So you guys like my stories, huh?”

“Yeah, they really rock!” Kassie said.

I laughed. “Glad to know it.”

“Yeah, we’ve been reading them for like a couple months now,” Milo added.

“And you like… shall we say… enjoying yourselves while you read them?” I asked.

They giggled again and Kassie said, “Yeah. Well, it was his idea, but I like doing it, too.”

“Do you do it to each other, or just yourselves?”

“Just ourselves,” Milo said.

“So I bet you’re both pretty horny right now, huh?” I asked with a slightly fake laugh.

Milo and Kassie laughed in return as he said, “Yeah, I am anyhow.”

“I am, too, kinda.”

“Well… you wanna know a way to repay me for all the stories of mine you’ve gotten off to?”

“How?” Milo asked.

“Well, if you want, you could to it right now and let me watch,” I said, reaching down to adjust my incredibly hard penis.

“Right now?” Kassie asked, trading a look with her brother.

“Sure.”

Milo looked at Kassie and shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“I guess it’s ok,” she responded after a minute.

“Ok.” He looked at the cam. “We like to be naked when we do it. Is that ok with you?”

“Sure,” I said, trying not to cheer.

Both teens stood up and started undressing before my eyes. First went the shirts, then the pants and then lastly the underwear. Once they were both nude they sat back down. I couldn’t really tell what their proportions were, but they looked nice, that was for certain. As soon they sat down their hands went to their genitals and they started masturbating.

“Now THAT’S a wonderful sight,” I said with total sincerity as I pulled out my penis and began rubbing.

Sounding nervous, both kids giggled. Milo said, “Are you doing it, too?”

“Yeah,” I replied, stroking slowly.

“Cool,” he said.

“So what did you and your sister used to do?” Kassie asked, finger slipping around her vagina.

“Everything,” I lied easily. “We started out just masturbating together, and then we started to do it with each other and it went from there.”

Kassie nodded. “Cool.”

“What she really liked when we first started out was having me sucking on her nipples while she fingered herself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she said it was really incredible.”

Both kids traded a look, getting notions.

“That’s something you guys could do with each other,” I hinted. “Just to start out with at least.”

“You wanna, Kassie?” Milo said.

“I guess. If it feels good.”

“Alright.” Not removing his hand from his penis, Milo leaned down and kissed his sister’s right nipple. I nearly came right then and there as I looked at this bit of incest. If I could actually get them fucking… damn!

“How’s that feel, Kassie?” I asked as Milo continued his work.

Kassie sucked in her breath. “Your sister was right…”

“You got a finger inside you?”

“Yeah…” she said with a gasp.

“Let Milo put his inside you while he sucks you,” I suggested.

“Oh… alright…” I saw her hand move aside.

Probably unable to believe his luck, Milo moved his hand down between his sister’s legs. He fumbled around for a bit, then looked down and I saw the look on Kassie’s young face change as her brother’s finger entered her vagina.

“Oh, god…” she whispered so quietly I barely heard it.

“You like that?” Milo asked.

“Yeah…”

He started sucking on his sister’s bare breast while continuing to finger her vagina. Knowing that they were both having a great time, I figured I might as well increase the pleasure for Milo.

“Kassie?”

“Yeah…?”

“You think you could play around with Milo’s penis a little?”

She looked down between her brother’s legs and nodded. I could barely see what she was doing from the angle I was at, but it was pretty obvious when she put her hand around her brother’s penis because he jumped a little and began fingering her faster.

Jesus, I thought. This was really incest! I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to get to see this, especially since they were both teens and virgins! This was like a wet dream come to life for me! Now I just HAD to get them to fuck.

Suddenly those thoughts were sidetracked when Milo let out a strangled moan. Seconds later his sister called out, “Ew! Gross! MILO!”

“Sorry… sorry…” the boy whispered as he staggered onto his chair, penis still twitching.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, Kassie. I’m guessing he made a bit of a mess.”

“Yeah, a bit…” She was wiping her hand off on the side of the chair.

“Wait, don’t get rid of all of it yet,” I said, an idea taking hold.

“Ok.” She looked into the cam.

“Take some of it and rub it around and in your vagina. My sister always loved it when I did that.” This was pure fabrication, but it made sense.

“Ok,” Kassie said, sounding doubtful. But then she started to do it and her eyes went wide. “Wow! You weren’t kidding!” She began going faster and faster and then suddenly gasped, twitched and shuddered as she experienced her orgasm.

Once she’d come down from her orgasmic high, I said to the kids, “That was great, guys! Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yeah,” Milo said with a grin.

Kassie nodded and said, “Yeah, that was cool.”

“Great!” I took a breath. “You know… if you guys want, we can meet up in person at some point? Say at the mall?”

The children traded looks. Milo said, “Sure, I guess. Like tomorrow?”

“Ok. How about at four down in the food court?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ok, see you guys then.”

“Bye,” Kassie said as her brother waved and broke the connection.

Well… I had something to look forward to!

* * *

The Topanga Plaza Mall was just a short walk from my house on Victory. I’d gone there a lot over the years whenever I needed to pick up this or that. In this case I’d be picking up something entirely different from usual.

I entered the mall and went down to the food court. I’d shown up early. I walked over to Tommie’s and got myself a chilli-cheeseburger, fries and a Coke. Then I found a table in a quiet area and sat to wait.

I didn’t have to wait too long. I was only there sitting for about five minutes before I saw Kassie and Milo walk into the food court. I smiled. In person they were even more beautiful than on the screen.

“Milo, Kassie!” I called out waving. They looked at me, waved a little nervously and walked over.

“Jason?” Milo asked.

“More or less.” I shook their hands. “Have a seat. Want some of my fries?”

“Sure,” Milo said, helping himself.

“Wow…” Kassie said. “I can’t believe we’re, like, really meeting you!”

“In the flesh,” I said, striking a little pose.

“So… what now?” asked Milo.

I took a breath. “Well, we can either hang out here for a while, or, if you guys want, we can walk back to my apartment. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

They exchanged looks with each other again. Slowly Milo said, “Well… I guess that’ll be ok. You seem alright.”

“I’m pretty average,” I agreed. “You guys want something to eat before we go? My treat.”

“No, I’m good,” Milo said.

“Me, too,” Kassie replied.

I stood and gathered up my things. “Then let’s go!”

Making our way out of the mall we started talking about any number of things. With Milo I mostly talked about baseball. We both laughed at the idea of a team called “The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim”, and justly so.

Kassie was largely quiet through the walk. Consumed in her own thoughts.

When we got to my (overpriced) apartment I let the kids inside and showed them around. Then I got them each a Coke and we sat down in the living room.

“Well!” I said. “You guys wanna take a look at my latest stories? The ones I’m still writing?”

“Sure!” said Kassie.

“Yeah, that’d be sweet.”

“Come on, then.” I stood up and lead them into the bedroom. I’d left my computer booted up when I’d headed out earlier. I called up a couple partial stories and then moved aside and said, “Here, take a look.”

Kassie sat in the chair at the computer itself while Milo pulled up a smaller chair and sat next to her. She began to scroll through the story. It was about a brother and sister couple, strangely enough the boy was fourteen and she was thirteen, who wind up getting horny after reading some porn and eventually end up fucking. I’d gotten it to the part where the kids had masturbated each other to orgasm and were pondering more. It had taken me the better part of the morning to write the damn thing.

“Well, gee,” Milo said with a smirk. “I wonder who THIS is about?”

“I wonder?” I laughed.

Kassie looked at me. “So what happens next in the story?”

“I don’t know. What do you think happens?”

She shrugged. Milo said, “I think they should have sex.”

“I think you’re right,” I said. Looking at Kassie, I asked, “Do you think they should?”

“Yeah,” she said softly after a moment.

“I was thinking,” I went on, “that maybe they might meet an older man who could show them how to do it. What do you both think?”

Kassie said, “That would probably make it easier for them.”

“Yeah.”

“Why not take off your shirt, Kassie?” I suggested.

Moving slowly, like she was in a dream, Kassie pulled her t-shirt off her body. She followed that by dropping her bra to the floor, exposing her lovely teenage breasts.

Taking a chance, I leaned forward and cupped one of her small breasts. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Looking at Milo, I said, “Take off your shirt, too, and then put your hand on the other one and do what I do, ok?”

“Ok.” He removed his shirt and closed his hand over his sister’s other breast.

I gently massaged Kassie’s breast and then began circling her nipple with my fingertips, watching as Milo followed my every move. Kassie seemed to be in heaven, and things only got more heavenly when I leaned down and started sucking on her nipple, her brother following suit.

As I kept sucking on Kassie’s nipple, I took Milo’s hand in mine and slowly moved it down towards Kassie’s jeans. Once we were there, I unbuttoned and unzipped them, then slipped my hand and Milo’s down into her panties. I felt a shiver of delight go through her body and mine as my fingers made contact with her vaginal area.

“You keep working up here,” I said to Milo. “I’m going down there.”

“Ok,” Milo said as he began licking and sucking both nipples now.

As soon as I was down between Kassie’s legs, I began pulling her jeans and panties off. Once she was nude, I drank in the sight of her lovely body. She only had a small amount of pubic hair above her vagina. Lovely. I leaned in and started licking all over the place.

“Oh, god,” Kassie whispered, her body tensing as pleasure shot through her.

“Take off your clothes, Milo,” I whispered to him as I lifted my face for a moment before going back down between his sister’s legs.

“Ok.” He stood up and quickly slipped out of the rest of his pants, his virgin teenage penis all nice and hard and ready to go.

Seeing him nude was enough to make up my mind as to what was going to happen next. I worked my way out of my clothes, not skipping a beat on my efforts with Kassie’s vagina. She was clearly having fun.

I slowly kissed my way up Kassie’s body until I was nuzzling against her breasts again. This also meant that my hard penis was resting against her young vagina. I began altering between kissing her breasts and neck as I reached down to take hold of my erection, rubbing it against her slit. Oh, she was nice and wet.
I knew it was time. This was my chance. Milo might have dreamed about taking his sister’s virginity, but I was going to beat him to it. I moved up and began kissing Kassie on the mouth, pleased as she started kissing me back, as meantime I lined up my penis with the entrance to her teenage body.

“Dude…” Milo whispered, looking down. “Are you gonna…?”

Without saying anything further, I pushed forward slowly, feeling my thirty-year-old penis began to work itself into Kassie’s thirteen-year-old virgin vagina. It took some serious doing, but the sensation of her wet, tight sleeve clinging to my erection was enough to keep me going. And go I did until I was finally all the way inside this lovely young girl.

I held myself still for a few seconds, looking into Kassie’s eyes. Or at least trying to. She had them closed.

“Kassie?” I whispered.

She opened her eyes.

“How’s it feel?”

“I… it… it’s… I like it…” she whispered.

“Good.” I flexed my hips, moving my penis back and forth inside her a little.

“Wow…” Milo whispered, looking down to where I entered his sister. “That is SO COOL.”

“You wanna see what it feels like?” I asked the teenage boy.

“Yeah…”

I slowly withdrew my penis from inside Kassie’s vagina and moved over, turning to Milo to say, “Come down here.”

Milo got down on his knees between his sister’s legs. He took his penis in his hand and said, “Now what?”

“Here, let me.” I got behind him and took his penis in my hand. I lined it up carefully and then said, “Push.”

Milo pushed forward, and I felt his fourteen-year-old virgin penis burry itself smoothly and easily inside his sister’s thirteen-year-old vagina. I sat back then and looked at his gorgeous young body as he held himself in place. It was like one of my stories come to life! Wonderful.

“Oh, wow…” he muttered, his innocent boyhood gone forever.

“Yeah…” Kassie whispered back.

“Now fuck your sister,” I said to Milo.

Milo took a deep breath and started moving his penis slowly in and out of his sister’s vagina. He didn’t pull out very far, presumably to avoid slipping out as he enjoyed his first fuck. The expressions on the faces of him and his sister were the hottest things I’d ever seen.

Sadly, Milo’s first bit of intercourse didn’t last long. He was inside his sister for only about a minute before he began to grunt and convulse as he fired off his sperm into his sister’s unprotected vagina. I wondered if he’d get her pregnant? I hoped so. THAT would be sweet.

When Milo was done cumming, I gently pushed him aside. He pulled his no-longer virgin penis out of his sister and I got into place, guiding myself back inside her, feeling the sperm her brother had left behind. I might have been the first person to get into Kassie, but he was the first to cum in her. Moments later, I did the same.

Milo and I spent all day taking turns fucking Kassie. She seemed to enjoy it more and more each time we screwed her. I have no idea how many times we fucked that day or how many times we did it after that, but it was certainly a lot.

Turns out that even just once might have been too many, because sometime around the first time we’d fucked, Kassie wound up getting pregnant. Mind you, I didn’t notice this until the day some nice men in blue came and knocked on my door. Turned out that she’d panicked and told her mother everything.

The arrest… sucked. The trial… was brief. I was the father according to the DNA test. The prison term… sucked even harder. Four years. As I sat there in prison, scared and mostly bored, I kept running over in my mind what had happened and wondered if I’d ever do it again?

Given the chance, how could I not?

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Or Jason Crow. Or Cyril Raven. Or Foghorn Leghorn… well, probably not. While I am into chicken… oh, nevermind.

Note by JC: In case you’re wondering… This never happened to me and will never happen! By now I’m confident enough to say that I’ll pass on this opportunity if it ever presented itself to me. I do LOVE to read about it though 🙂

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