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Beach Bums
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Zach Jacobs stretched and squinted against the morning sunlight streaking through the crooked slats of his blinds. They’d gotten bent up one night when a friend of his was sneaking in through the window and accidentally tore them down. So much for stealth. He’d never bothered trying to straighten them and his mom wouldn’t replace them as some sort of punishment.

Zach had a sheet stretched across his stomach and for a moment he pulled it up under his chin, luxuriating in the warmth of his bed. He thought about going back to sleep, but a glance at his digital clock told him Benji would probably be over soon. Besides, his mom seemed to think it was some sort of sin to sleep past nine a.m. even if it was summer. Actually, his mom thought he should join her every morning to see the sunrise, as it was supposed to improve his soul or something. His mom thought a lot of things.

With a sigh of resignation, the thirteen-year-old threw back the sheet and slid out of the bed, body heavy and wanting nothing more than to crawl back under the covers. Eyes still squinted and feeling a bit fuzzy, he left his room and headed to the bathroom, lead, as he was every morning, by a pulsing erection protruding against his thin white briefs.

In the hall bathroom, which was designated as his so the seat was already up, he hooked a finger into his waistband and freed his young boner, then leaned against the wall at a forty-five degree angle until he could pee without spraying piss all over the place. After a couple of false starts where he had to mentally convince his bladder that he was indeed awake and it was okay to let go, he let loose a forceful stream and sighed.

Still feeling barely awake, Zach put his briefs back in place, flushed and made his way down the hall, stretching still. The pee had done nothing for his erection, which still stretched the front of his briefs. Zach didn’t wear boxer-briefs like every other boy he knew. When he was twelve one of his mother’s boyfriends was some French guy, and he’d introduced the boy to European style briefs, thin, form-fitting, and all of a color. They were the only clothes Zach really cared about and his mother was happy to get them for him.

Walking into the kitchen, Zach muttered, “Hey, Mom,” while going to the fridge and taking out a bottle of orange juice, which he drank from directly while standing in the open door, bathed in morning light through the window over the sink, which also brought him the fading nighttime scent of jasmine.

“Zachy,” his mom, Crystal, scolded lightly, “you didn’t say hi to ‘Becca.” Rebecca was one of his mom’s new friends from yoga. His mom was taking yoga classes now. Next month it would be transcendental meditation or past life regression or some other spiritual fad. His mother was a self-professed seeker.

“Hey,” Zach said, barely glancing at the woman as he screwed the top back on the orange juice and put it back in the fridge. It was impossible to tell if the boy wasn’t aware of his obvious erection, or simply didn’t care.

“Uh… hi, Zach,” the woman said, eyes locked on the front of the boy’s briefs. She was easier to read. There was a hunger there, but it was obviously warring with the guilt of being so turned on by such a young boy.

The woman could hardly be blamed though. Zach Jacobs was a near perfect example of youthful beauty, and he practically dripped with raw sensuality. It came off him in animal waves, from his prowling walk to his unconsciously out-thrust hips, showing off his stiff young sex. At five foot four Zach was a leanly muscled teen with limbs exhibiting just enough lankiness to give the impression of a stretching jungle cat. A natural blond, his shoulder-length hair was lightened by the sun to the point where it looked like molten sunlight. Always a bit shaggy, it often flew around his head in a halo of shimmering silk.

Zach’s skin was also touched by the sun, a tan so deep that the contrast between tanned skin and the untanned skin under his briefs was startling. That tanned skin rippled as the lean muscles moved underneath. His chest was widening with approaching adolescence and his stomach showed a four pack which lead to a sharp V disappearing into his briefs; briefs which would be riding much lower if it weren’t for the clearly defined head of his cock stretching them. Also shockingly pale were his eyes, a gray so light they were nearly silver with just a hint of blue in the right light.

At thirteen, Zach was a decent way into puberty, in that he was starting his growth spurt, but in the areas he thought really counted he was lagging behind his peers. He’d finally started getting some pubic hair, but it was so light, and they were so small, that they could only be seen from close up and in the right light. He had no armpit hairs, and he hadn’t even started to get a fuzzy lip. He was looking forward to that part because his dad had already told him to make sure he shaved it, as fuzzy lipped boys looked like dorks and shaving it made it grow in faster and thicker. He was eager to use this secret knowledge to get a leg up on the other guys. He imagined himself with a full goatee like his dad sported by the time he was fourteen.

The one thing Zach could take pride in, as far as the whole puberty thing went, was his cock. He was already a bit over five inches, which his Uncle Billy assured him meant that he’d be as big as him and his dad when he grew up. Having seen both Billy and his dad, he knew they were both big. Billy’s he’d seen a bunch of times when they screwed around, and his dad’s he’d seen about a year ago when he’d gone to his house early one morning to get him up to surf and had peeked through the window to see him lying naked in bed on his back, his giant nine inch boner throbbing on his stomach. Billy was his mom’s brother, so he had big dicks on both sides.

As Zach returned to his room, he flopped back onto his bed, considering again going back to bed for awhile. Then he heard the soft knock at his window and the sound of it being gently opened. The sound as Benji climbed awkwardly through it wasn’t nearly as soft.

Benji lived up the block. He was fifteen, gay, and desperately in love with Zach. Zach didn’t exactly abuse the older boy, but he certainly took advantage of him. Benji had confessed his love for him months before when they’d been high together. Zach had gotten him high in the hopes that he’d relax and stop being such a bore. Their moms knew each other and Benji had been forced on him one day. The boys had sat in Zach’s room for many long, uncomfortable minutes before Zach got the older boy high for the first time. Zach sometimes felt a small pang of guilt over the situation, but he rarely let it bother him.

Benji carefully shut the window behind him. “Hi, Zach,” he said shyly. He was always shy, which was silly, considering.

“Hey, Benji,” Zach said, barely glancing at the older boy.

Benji was a nice kid, but he was nowhere near cool, and his fear of getting outted made him strangers to practically everyone in his school. He was actually a decent looking kid, looking younger than his fifteen years by at least a year. In fact, he could easily pass for a mature thirteen-year-old. He had wheat-colored hair, which would be lighter if he spent any time outside, which he didn’t. He wasn’t fat, but he was soft, with rounded edges, rather than Zach’s slender, muscled body. His nipples were more pink than brown and looked puffy. His belly had a hint of roundness, especially if he was sitting, and his butt was very much of the bubble variety.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Benji asked softly, pitching his voice low because of the women who could be heard chatting in the kitchen.

Benji worshiped Zach. He thought he was the most perfect boy he’d ever seen, and while he knew the younger boy didn’t return his feelings, he was content to take what he could get. When Zach didn’t immediately answer, he began to strip out of his clothes.

“Do you want something more?” Benji asked, in what he hoped was a sexy voice. Naked, he lay down on the bed next to Zach. Between his legs, his penis was already stiff. Although Zach’s cock was longer than his by an inch, Benji’s was thicker, a bratwurst to Zach’s skinnier hot dog. There was a sweaty little bush of blond pubes at the base and his fleshy balls hung beneath.

Unasked, Benji reached out and ran a hand along Zach’s stiff cock, caressing it through his briefs. Zach barely reacted, just staring at the ceiling. The two boys screwed around most mornings before Zach went out to enjoy his day, mostly forgetting the older boy the moment he left. They’d been at it for nearly seven months, and while Zach wasn’t bored with it exactly, it was sex after all, it was getting a little predictable.

So the younger boy stared around his room as Benji stripped him out of his briefs and took his sleek young cock into his eager mouth. The gay boy certainly could suck a cock. He’d gotten most of his practice on him, Zach knew.

Zach was a surfer. Of course, most of the boys in Santa Carla were surfers. Zach enjoyed the culture, but he didn’t take it all very seriously. He would never surf for a team. That kind of practice and dedication was beyond him, but surfing was still a huge part of his life, and his room showed it. The boy’s room looked a bit as if a paper factory had exploded. It was covered, walls and ceiling, in a random assortment of posters, bumper stickers, patches, magazine cutouts and pinups. Most of it centered on surfing, from brand bumper stickers and posters, to carefully cut out pictures from various surfing magazines which mostly depicted particularly cute boy surfers.

The rest of the room was either naked women, shirtless boys, or representations of his other big interest; weed. There were pot leaves, giant joints, Bob Marley posters, etc. His mother had once gotten on him to get rid of them, but he’d just given her a look and she’d caved. She had no room to complain. While she officially made her living selling her home-made candles, it was her pot butter and brownies that brought in the real money.

Zach was really feeling it now. Benji was expertly swallowing his cock to the hilt, and Zach could feel the older boy’s throat muscles rippling around his sensitive head. He began to thrust his hips, but Benji knew him too well and immediately backed off and released him.

“Do it to me,” Benji whispered, rising to all fours and spitting into his hand. He swiped his fingers over his asshole and looked back expectantly.

Zach supressed a sigh and rose to his knees. He positioned himself behind the bigger boy and rubbed a hand over his fleshy asscheeks. There was no adjustment necessary; no awkward positioning. The boys had done this so many times that it was second nature. Pressing the slightly flared head of his cock against Benji’s hot button, he pressed forward and felt himself immediately encased in tight, molten flesh.

Benji sighed as the younger boy’s slim cock filled him. This was the only time he felt complete, joined intimately to the boy he loved. It was the feeling of that fucking teen prick as much as the spiritual connection that excited him, even if he was the only one feeling the latter. He knew the beautiful young boy didn’t love him, but that was okay with him. He got enough of him to keep the rest of the world at bay, and thought perhaps that any more of him would be like Icarus flying too close to the sun.

Zach had to admit he enjoyed fucking the boy. While he was well used to sharing blowjobs with other boys, and getting them from some girls and others, he didn’t get to screw someone every day. There was something nice about sliding his cock in and out of that tight canal. He wasn’t sure if he liked pussies or asses better. Asses were generally tighter, but pussies had that wonderful slickness which made everything so slippery and easy.

The thought of some pussy, which Zach hadn’t had in awhile, excited him, and he really began to give it to Benji, pounding the boy’s ass, using a firm grip on his hips to draw him back against him. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room, as were the little grunts of pleasure Benji was helpless to contain.

Zach was racing towards orgasm when there came a tentative knocking at his door. “Zachy?” It was his mother.

“Unghhh, later, Mom,” Zach grunted, pace not slowing. In fact, he began to fuck even harder, subconsciously rubbing the fact that he was fucking Benji in his mom’s face. Benji stiffened underneath him, trembling suddenly.

“Okay… well… ‘Becca and I are leaving for class. Your dad wanted you to stop by the shop. Uh… bye.”

Zach didn’t bother to answer. Somehow the exchange had turned him on even more and with a few more awkward, stuttering thrusts, he pressed himself forward and gave an explosive gasp as he emptied his balls deep into Benji’s clenching bowels. Benji was busily jacking himself and half a minute later grunted and spurted his jizz onto Zach’s sheets.

Feeling that his duty was done by allowing the older boy to cum, Zach slid his mostly hard cock from the boy’s rectum and collapsed to his back beside him, his breathing quick and the sweat where he’d been in contact with Benji’s body cooling quickly.

Benji cuddled up beside the shorter boy, knowing this brief moment would be the only time he could show some genuine affection. He caressed Zach’s lightly muscled chest, his flat stomach, and traced the smooth V of muscle that lead down to his groin. He gently nudged Zach’s cock aside so that he could play lightly with the tiny new blond growth at the base. He inhaled deeply with his face near Zach’s armpit, taking in his slightly funky, boyish scent, then licked at his chest, tasting salt.

As Benji began to lightly circle Zach’s nipple with his tongue, the younger boy pushed his face away and sat up. “I need to get into the shower,” he said, not unkindly, but with a bit of indifference.

Benji nearly worked up the courage to ask if he could accompany Zach to his father’s surf shop, but he already knew the answer, so he just repressed his own sigh and sat up. “I’m sorry I squirted on your sheets,” he said.

Zach shrugged as he stood, transitioning into a stretch which did wonderful things to his lean body. “It’s cool. See ya tomorrow.”

“Okay, see ya,” Benji said, then watched the boy walk through the door, his eyes locked on his pale, firm ass. Then he did sigh and began to dress, the darkness already pressing in around him as the light and warmth of Zach drifted down the hall.

Knowing his mom was gone, Zach returned to the kitchen. His cock was pointing downward now, although still with a hint of stiffness about it. Enough to make it sway when he walked. The kitchen smelled faintly of tomatoes and earth, overlaid by the faint scent of marijuana. There was an earthy smell, because his mother wasn’t the best housekeeper in the world. She kept everything semi-tidy, but deep cleans didn’t happen very often, so things tended towards cobwebs in corners, and dust in the nooks and crannies.

Zach’s bedroom, which was empty when he returned, Benji having exited back through the window as if he’d never been there, was much worse than the rest of the house. In addition to the riot of color on the walls and ceiling, the rest of the room was a chaotic mix of junk and clothes. There was barely a clear spot on the floor, most of it being covered with clothes in a random mix of clean and dirty, which left dressing in something clean a guessing game which involved a lot of hunting and sniffing. Under his bed lurked dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies. The sheets often got so cum-covered that they would began to bother him after a bit, so they got washed more often than anything else. His mom had never mentioned them. She’d also never mentioned that they were often covered in jizz long before Zach himself had been able to produce any. Not that she likely knew when he’d started to squirt, but she had to have guessed it wasn’t a couple of years ago.

The house was a three bedroom ranch less than a mile from the beach, but in a neighborhood that had more cars on blocks than on four wheels. It was a common party spot, depending on who his mom was dating at the time, attracting everything from latter day beatniks to bikers and everything in between.

Zach wasn’t hugely into showers, especially as he surfed most days and figured the ocean got him plenty clean enough, but he usually gave himself a quick soak on days when he fucked Benji instead of just letting the older boy suck him off, which he was always eager to do.

So the boy returned to the bathroom and slid back the soap scum covered glass door to turn on the water. He ignored the rust stains in the tub and washed quickly, paying most of his attention to his hair, and his dick, which quickly rose to fullness again, so that he was throbbingly erect when he stepped out a few minutes later.

Carefully combing out his hair, he inspected himself in the toothpaste speckled mirror, admiring his fine features and gray eyes. He knew he was good looking. He preferred to think of himself as handsome, but he knew that others always described him as beautiful, or even worse, pretty. His pink lips were full and sensual, his eyes large and expressive. He had long lashes, high cheekbones and perfect skin, untouched by the usual ravages of early adolescence. Sliding some deodorant over his hairless armpits and spraying himself with a liberal amount of Axe body spray, he left the bathroom in search of something to wear, loving the way his dick swung between his legs. In fact, he had to quash an urge to run outside.

As he was passing the hallway to the kitchen a voice called out, “Zachy, is your mom home?”

It was his Aunt Rachael. Well, she wasn’t really his aunt. She was childhood friends with his mom. Zach walked toward her, unconcerned with his nudity. She’d seen him naked before, although it had probably been awhile, and he wasn’t particularly body conscious. Or perhaps it was just his secret pride in his dick and his desire to show it off.

“Hey, Rache,” he said, walking out of the shadowy hallway into the brightness of the kitchen.

Rachael’s eyes were locked on Zach’s swinging cock, fully flaccid now, but he felt still impressive at nearly four inches long. “Damn, kid,” she said, staring.

“She went out to some class with that ‘Becca lady. Yoga I think,” Zach said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the wall.

Rachael seemed to have to work to tear her eyes away and she said, “You’ve been doing some growing, kid.”

Zach looked down at his cock as if just noticing it for the first time. Inside he was thrilled that she’d noticed. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” he said.

Rachael’s eyes drifted back downwards and she licked her lips. “It’s your house,” she said, not trying to meet his eyes. Then she stepped forward. “Zachy… oh my god, are you getting hairs?” With that she stepped forward again until she was right in front of him and reached down to swipe a gentle finger right along the base of his cock, stirring the downy little hairs there. “You really are. When did you get so big? Uh… I mean, old.”

Zach shrugged, his eyes locked on Rachael’s chest. He always thought Rachael was good looking for an older lady. The blonde was probably thirty-three and she still had a nice body, with medium sized titties stuffed today in a tight, scoop necked t-shirt. With his close-up view of that cleavage and the finger literally tickling his fancy the inevitable happened.

Rachael’s eyes widened when Zach’s cock began to rise and she quickly snatched her hand away, although her eyes never left him. “Sorry, Zachy, I didn’t mean… sorry.”

Zach took no pity on the woman, secretly amused and excited. He unconsciously pushed his hips forward, offering his now fully erect young cock to her. “It happens all the time now,” he explained.

“Well… that’s normal,” she said, blushing. “Um… is your mom home? No, wait. I asked that. Okay, a class. Uh… okay. I’m gonna go then.” She turned then and practically fled to the kitchen door, but she turned for a last glance before she pulled the door open and walked quickly outside.

Zach chuckled and squeezed his dick fondly. The boy was well used to adults acting weird around him, especially when it came to anything to do with sex. Returning to his room he began the difficult task of finding something clean to wear. He started off searching for underwear, smelling and discarding pair after pair. It never occurred to him to keep dirty and clean separate from each other to make the process easier.

Zach had had numerous sexual encounters when he was a little kid, but only with other kids. He’d had his first encounter with an adult when he was ten. At the time, his mother, the perpetual hippie and seeker after universal truth and knowledge, had decided that the purification of toxins from the body through steam baths was part of the path to enlightenment.

Deciding that Zach should be a part of this spiritual journey, she’d taken him to the sauna with her. She’d been oblivious to the fact that many of the women were uncomfortable with being naked in front of a ten-year-old boy, and she’d happily chatted with her new, enlightened friends while Zach got eyefuls of lovely lady flesh.

When Zach’s little penis, already big for his age, announced itself while he stared around in joyous abandon, lost in a world of sensual wonders, most of the women got up and left, with one brave soul pointing out that it wasn’t appropriate for a young boy to be naked with a bunch of grown women. Crystal, in typical Crystal fashion, had pish-poshed the women and berated anyone who would listen that Zach’s little erection was perfectly normal, wholly appropriate, and even to be admired.

Still, she capitulated to a degree and the next time, instead of going in with the women, his mom instructed him to go into the men’s steam room. There was only one man inside when he’d entered. The man was probably in his forties, with a tiny potbelly and a cock which looked huge to Zach but was probably only of average length. Still, Zach hadn’t seen that many adult cocks in real life, and none as close as he was to this one.

The man, who’s name was John, was nice to Zach, eager to make him feel welcome and comfortable. He explained that not many men seemed to use the steam room during that time of day and that they were steam buddies. Steam buddies, it turned out, should sit together. So they sat together. Steam buddies, it further turned out, should be nice enough to massage each other, and since Zach was new, John volunteered to go first.

Then Zach got to get a good look at an erect adult cock as John’s already big dick grew and grew until it was hugging his belly. Zach got a feeling in his own belly as he stared at that big penis and John caressed his young body from his neck, down across his chest, his stomach, and even further downward.

Zach didn’t say a word when John took his soft penis between his shaky fingers and barely listened to whatever the man was saying as he gently squeezed and pulled until his little dick was just as stiff as John’s adult one. The one thing he remembered was John telling him how big his dick was for his age, and then he didn’t remember much else as the man took his penis into his hot mouth and began sucking him.

Zach was never sure how long that went on, but eventually he got the funniest feeling deep inside and he thought he was going to shake apart. He was scared at first, but before he could tell John to stop he felt something explode inside him and the most warm, wonderful feeling pulsed through his body. After that, he remembered John tenderly kissing his penis, then asking if he would sit in his lap.

The man basically lifted Zach’s mostly limp body and sat him in his lap until their penises were touching. Then John began to press his big penis against Zach’s stomach, whispering to him, telling him how beautiful he was until a minute later he stiffened and Zach’s belly was coated with stinging hot liquid.

At first he’d been upset that the man had peed on him, but John explained that it wasn’t pee, but rather a magic juice that men made when they got the feeling that Zach had just had himself. He assured Zach that some day he’d make magic juice, too.

Zach was eager to see John again the next time they went, but he never saw him again and eventually his mom stopped making him go with her.

The next man Zach was with wasn’t really a man. Zach was newly eleven and his parents were going through their divorce. His mom was coping with it mainly by sleeping around and drinking a lot. Realizing Crystal wasn’t going to do anything about it, his dad, Brad, arranged for one of the employees from his shop to babysit him on the weekends, when his mom would basically disappear.

The kid was seventeen and still a senior in high school. He looked like a man to Zach though, at nearly six feet and with a nicely muscled body. His name was Ryan and he was the first one to get Zach high. Zach knew what his mother did, what she sold, and what she and his dad and all their friends smoked, but they’d made an effort to keep him from it. Ryan had his own agenda, which Zach understood right away. He remembered the way John had stared at him. It was a look he’d caught from other adults and some kids as well. They were enamored of his beauty. For some it was a purely aesthetic appreciation, but for others it was lustful. Ryan looked at him with simmering lust, and those looks made Zach’s belly feel warm.

Ryan didn’t stretch out his seduction, mostly because he didn’t have to. The first night the young man watched him Zach went and took a shower and came out to watch tv with him only wearing his underwear. After about twenty minutes of watching Ryan’s eyes searching his crotch, he invited him to look if he wanted to, and pushed down the front of his briefs to reveal his young penis.

This time, Zach got to explore as well, as Ryan eagerly stripped off his clothes and lay naked with him in his mother’s bed. The older boy’s hands on his naked body made sure his little cock was stiff while Zach got to explore the fascinating thickness of Ryan’s hairy six inch man cock. It was Ryan who taught him how to suck a cock, and although he never caught the trick of overcoming his gag reflex to take it all, he enjoyed sucking the first few inches, feeling the heat of the boy’s impressive boner throbbing in his mouth. The taste of his spunk when it came was a not unpleasant surprise, and one for which he eventually gained a real appreciation, having sampled everything from adult cum to boys who could barely work up a drop or two. Zach and Ryan got to play around a few more times before Ryan went off to college, but again, Zach never heard from him afterwards.

A few months later, Zach had another encounter with a man. His mother was dating a guy who claimed to be a sculptor. She was going through an artistic phase and liked to invite ‘artists’ around and smoke french cigarettes. This guy, who was in his late forties, got one look at eleven-year-old Zach and told his mother that he must sculpt him. Crystal was eager for him to do so, telling Zach later how lucky he was to have his likeness captured by this great artist.

The sculpture apparently had to wait until the sketching phase was complete, so Crystal insisted that Zach stand nude in front of the man for hours on end while he was drawn over and over in pencil. Zach’s frequent erections were giggled over by his mother, and elicited a wild-eyed gleam in the gaze of the artist with which Zach was now well familiar.

After the first couple of sessions, Crystal apparently felt comfortable leaving Zach alone in the room with the artist. His name was Anton and he spoke with an accent. Zach thought he was Russian. Probably a spy. Every time his mother would leave the room, Anton would get up and lovingly caress Zach’s body. He explained that he needed to know how his body felt under his hands if he were going to bring him alive in clay. Apparently the part he was most interested in sculpting was Zach’s penis, and during that first week the man brought him to many dry orgasms. Funny that knowing how Zach’s body felt under his hands never seemed to be an issue when Crystal was around.

Crystal never questioned why Zach was constantly erect when she came back into the third bedroom, which she used as her studio to make her candles. The floor in the hall creaked even from Zach’s slight weight, so there was never any chance the artist would get caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, so he was always sitting with his pad in his lap covering his erection when Crystal checked in on them.

A week after meeting the guy, she left him alone with Zach while she went to the grocery store. Anton wasted no time, already sucking Zach’s cock to the noise of his mother’s car pulling out of the driveway. Then it was Anton’s turn, and Zach was instructed to return the favor on Anton’s relatively slender seven-inch uncircumcised cock. Zach hesitantly did so, and quickly earned a mouthful of bitter, oily cum.

The man wasn’t done though, and he went back to Zach, teaching the young boy the strange experience of having his ass rimmed. A stiffened finger in his rectum accompanied by Anton’s mouth around his cock brought him a second time by the time his mom returned.

Three days later Crystal had need to leave Zach alone again and Anton eagerly volunteered to watch him, claiming it would be a great opportunity to finish his sketches. This time, after sucking the boy to a dry orgasm and then having Zach work for a couple of minutes on his big adult cock, Anton turned the boy over and attacked his ass with his mouth again. Zach was only too happy to comply, having looked forward to repeating the weird but pleasurable act, but just when it was starting to feel really good, Anton rose and propped himself over him.

Zach cried out when the man’s cock entered him. It felt like he was on fire and being ripped apart. He struggled underneath the man, but Anton was too strong and he held him in place, whispering softly to him, allowing him to acclimate himself to the horrible stretching of his virgin anus. Eventually the pain died to some degree, or the boy just became numb, and Anton began to fuck him. Slowly at first, but then with increasing fervor, driving his cock deep into little Zach’s bowels, telling him all the while how he beautiful he was, how desirable.

Anton was gone by the time Crystal got back home. Zach only shrugged when she asked about him, and again, that was the last time he was to be seen. Zach spent time in the shower, allowing the hot water to flow over him, easing his hurts. His butt hurt all night, and into the next day, and this was accompanied by intense stomach aches. Crystal grew worried enough that she wanted to take him to the hospital, as distrustful as she was of western medicine, but Zach insisted he was fine and he suffered through an herbal tea and a Hopi poultice on his stomach that did more stinking than pain easing. Zach was never sure why he never told his mom what Anton had done.

In his room, Zach decided to give up on the idea of underwear. He couldn’t find a clean pair and he was tired of sniffing his own funk trying. After putting on his favorite puka shell necklace and several twisted bands of leather in various colors for his wrists, he grabbed a pair of camo cargo shorts and a black muscle shirt with a giant skull with a blunt between his teeth and slipped into his Nikes. He didn’t bother locking the door as he left. There wasn’t much worth stealing, and nobody would dare anyway. His father was sort of connected, as far as a beach community went anyway.

Then he hopped onto his bike and headed down the driveway, his blond hair streaming out behind him. His dad owned a surf shop on Diamond Bay beach, just over a mile from his house. Zach hung out there a lot, him and his friends, in a back room his dad provided for that purpose, thinking it would be easier to keep him out of trouble if he was close by. In order to make it work, his dad very rarely ventured back there, so the kids could do pretty much whatever they wanted as long as they weren’t too loud.

The beach was already fairly crowded. It was a weekday, but it was summer, so there was always a crowd. Zach’s eyes scanned the bodies worth scanning as he pedaled down Bay Drive. Within minutes he was pulling up in front of the Diamond Shack. The bell over the door tinkled as he went in, carefully maneuvering his bicycle inside.

“Zachy, I need you to watch the shop for a bit, okay?” his dad asked as he entered. His dad was a pretty big guy, six foot one and muscled. His blond hair was darker than Zach’s, but even longer, going a bit down past his shoulders. He had the usual three or four days worth of stubble and a goatee. He was wearing a shirt advertising the shop. “There’s a problem with a shipment so I have to drive all the way out to the UPS depot and Dani hasn’t shown up and I can’t get hold of her.”

Dani worked at the shop. She was sort of an assistant manager, having worked there the longest of his dad’s employees at nearly three years. Zach thought she was pretty cool. She was good looking, but she had a lot of piercings and shaved one side of her head, which he wasn’t sure helped or hurt. She also had a lot of tattoos, but Zach liked tattoos. He’d been thinking of getting one. He knew people that did them, but he hadn’t found one who would risk the wrath of his mom and dad to give him one at thirteen.

“Sure, Dad,” Zach said.

“Good man,” Brad Jacobs said, ruffling his son’s blond locks. Zach shook him off with an annoyed gesture. He hated having people mess with his hair.

Zach rolled past his dad and stored his bike in the back room. His dad was gathering his keys and some papers. “If Dani shows up, tell her she’s fired,” he said.

Zach stuck his head back in through the back doorway. “Again?” It wasn’t the first time he’d fired Dani. It wasn’t even the seventh.

Brad sighed. “No, but tell her I’m seriously pissed and I’m docking her pay.”

Zach shrugged. “Okay.”

“Alright, if anything comes up, you’ve got my number,” Brad said, and then with a quick hug he was out the door.

Zach headed immediately into the back room and to a small workbench set along one wall. In one of the drawers he pulled out a small toolbox. Behind the toolbox was a small wooden box, which he removed and took to the coffee table set in front of the tv. Sitting on the couch, he opened the lid of the box, and then opened the baggie also in the box and quickly filled the bowl of a small pipe. Flicking a lighter into life, he held it to the weed and sucked a lungful of smoke.

Zach held the smoke for several seconds, then let it out in a thick cloud. Two more hits finished off the bowl, and Zach replaced the pipe, lighter and the baggy and leaned back into the couch. Within a minute he felt the pot beginning to hit as his face became numb. He felt himself sinking further into the couch and could imagine that he was sinking into it. The cloth of the couch and his skin were melding into one.

That’s when the back door opened. Dani looked at him nervously and whispered, “Is your dad here, Zachy? I didn’t see his truck.”

“UPS,” the boy rasped a bit languidly. “He’s pissed.”

“Fucking Trevor took my phone instead of his this morning.” Trevor was her boyfriend.

Zach didn’t say anything, just staring at her. The half head of hair she had flopped over to the side she shaved and was dyed pink with distinct black roots, which was funny since she was actually blond, Zach knew. She had cool blue eyes and she was dressed today in painted on skinny jeans which were frayed at the knees and slit in horizontal stripes on the thighs. She was wearing a classic black Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt which hugged her small breasts. Dani liked obscure old bands.

“Gettin’ high already?” she asked, noting the smell and lingering cloud of smoke in the air.

Zach shrugged.

“Fuck it,” she said. “Day couldn’t get any worse.” Then she sat herself on the coffee table across from him and reached into the wooden box to load up her own bowl.

Zach didn’t object. He never paid for weed and could always get more. He watched as Dani inhaled, at the way her t-shirt stretched across her boobs. Dani was pretty old, like twenty-six, but she was still kinda hot.

They sat there for a few minutes, losing themselves in the growing mellow. Zach was aware of the way the couch felt against the back of his head, and the way his shirt moved against his chest as he breathed. Then he found himself once again watching the way Dani’s shirt moved across her chest as she breathed. He noticed that her nipples were stiff and easy to see through her shirt. He realized she must not be wearing a bra. That was a cool thought.

Then Zach became aware of a new physical sensation. It took him a moment, or perhaps many moments, to zero in on what it was. Finally he realized it was the movement of his dick against the material of his shorts as it rose.

Zach’s dick had been down between his legs as he sat on the couch, and it lengthened before it began to rise, so that when it poked up against the leg of his shorts, it was a ways down his thigh. The camo color actually did its job at first and camouflaged the rising erection, but then it reached the point where it wanted to flip up and point to his chest but it was restricted by the leg of his shorts. What he was left with was a quite obvious tent in his shorts.

“Zach,” Dani suddenly asked, “do you have a hard-on?”

“Maybe,” Zach allowed, after a bit of consideration.

“Maybe?” the young woman asked, eyes locked on the tent in the boy’s shorts.

“Probably,” Zach said. It felt like he had a hard-on. To make sure he decided to reach down and check. A careful squeeze confirmed it. “Yeah,” he said.

“Were you looking at my boobs?”

“I think so,” Zach said. He was pretty sure he remembered doing just that.

“You’re playing with it,” Dani said.

“With what?” Zach asked, wanting to shut his eyes.

“Your dick,” Dani said.

“Oh,” Zach replied. He gave himself another squeeze and then dropped his hand to the cushion. “Sorry.”

A few more seconds passed. Zach realized his eyes had shut and he opened them again. Dani was staring at his crotch.

“Yeah,” she said, “but now it’s just sticking up like that.”

Zach looked at where his dick was poking against his shorts leg. He thought about reaching down and adjusting it so that it would lie against his groin, but it just seemed like so much trouble.

“I can’t help it,” Zach said. “It’s too hard to put it the right way.”

Dani seemed to think about that for a minute. Her mind was fuzzy. Zach must have gotten hold of some really good shit. Her eyes turned back to Zach’s boner. She was supposed to do something about it. Oh, right, he couldn’t move it. Or something.

“I’ll help,” she announced.

With that, she slid to her knees in front of the boy and brought her hands to his knees. She decided he had nice knees. Nice legs, too. They were so smooth under her hands. Like silk. She realized she was rubbing his thighs. That didn’t seem right. Then she caught sight of his erection again. Big dick for a kid, she thought. She reached forward and squeezed it through his shorts. It was really hard. She squeezed it again. Then she remembered she was supposed to be straightening it out. She pulled it towards her.

“Ouch!” Zach said, jerking and sitting up straight.

“Sorry,” Dani said. “Sorry.” She gave his penis a soft little pat.

She needed a different approach, she realized. Then she had it. Releasing Zach’s cock, she went to work on the button at his waistband, and then his zipper. Pulling the sides apart, she could see the boy wasn’t wearing underwear. She figured that should make things easier. This time she pushed on his erection, but it was stuck in a fold of material and wasn’t going anywhere.

“Won’t work,” she said.

“Huh?” Zach asked. His eyes had been closed. He opened them to find Dani between his legs with his shorts gaping open. “What’re ya doin?” he asked.

“Fixin’ it,” she muttered.

“Oh. Okay.” He shut his eyes again.

Dani took hold of the sides of the boy’s shorts and began to tug on them. She worked first one side and then the other, back and forth, inch after inch until there was a meaty little slap and the tent was gone. Dani smiled, happy she’d found a solution.

When she looked at Zach, she realized that the boy’s shorts were partly down his thighs, enough to leave his entire crotch exposed, from his throbbing cock to the hairless balls hanging between his legs. There was a rational part of Dani’s mind that realized what she was seeing, and what she was doing, and knew that she’d done it on purpose, because the desire to see the beautiful young boy exactly like this had been growing in her for over a year. She didn’t know why, but she knew it was true, deep down.

Dani found her mouth watering at the sight of Zach’s teen cock. It was so much more slender and graceful than the adult cocks she was used to, but that only excited her more. She knew this was so, so wrong, but the weed was messing with her head just enough to allow her to convince herself that she wasn’t culpable for what she was about to do. The truth is that she’d been fascinated by Zachy for years and the older he got the more the fascination grew. She’d reached the point where she just couldn’t hold back anymore. With that vague thought, she leaned forward and took the thirteen-year-old’s cock into the warmth of her mouth.

Zach felt the woman’s lips close around his cock and his eyes fluttered open. Dani was slowly working her mouth up and down on his shaft. He had a moment of the mildest of surprise, everything a bit dulled by his smoke-addled brain. He couldn’t say he was completely surprised. He was used to people wanting to have sex with him, and had seen the carefully hidden desire in Dani’s eyes some time ago, so he just leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the sensation. He wasn’t sure if it was the pot or Dani, but she seemed to really know what she was doing.

With Zachy’s teen cock in her mouth, she had a direct view of the base of it, and she was happy to see some light blond hairs there. She felt perverted enough as it was. She was regretting none of it, however. Zach’s cock was everything she’d dreamed, long enough to challenge her throat, but thin enough not to strain her lips and jaw and make the blowjob uncomfortable.

She liked sucking cock well enough. There was a certain power in it that she found attractive, and if she really liked the guy, she knew she was bringing him incredible pleasure, which was great. Beside all that though, there was just something nice about a cock in her mouth. The feel of it, the silky smoothness of the skin, the throbbing hardness underneath, the comforting heat of it. There was also the almost animal scent of a man’s crotch in her face that did things deep inside her.

Dani was feeling that stirring now. Zach’s crotch, almost bare of hair, was no less full of male musk. In fact, underneath the soap which she was pretty sure was an Axe body wash, which made her smile, she could scent the indefinable scent of teen boy, which was somehow so much more powerful than a grown man’s. Or perhaps it was just more primal in some way. Primal innocence, she thought. They should make a new Axe scent. New from Axe… Primal Innocence, for the boy who just wants to fuck.

Dani backed off Zach’s cock, holding it gently in her hand as she kissed her way down along the glimmering shaft until she could slide her tongue into the loose skin of his balls. Then she drew first one and then the other into her mouth, switching between them, unsure of her ability to get both of them at the same time and not wanting to chance hurting him. There wasn’t a single hair on his balls. If she felt vaguely uncomfortable about the lack of hair at the base of his cock, the absence of hair on his nuts thrilled her. She hated that part.

Zach spread his thighs wider, allowing Dani better access to his balls. He loved having his balls sucked. If he moved his head a bit he could get a decent look at the way her breasts were stretching her shirt. Not even thinking about it, he asked, “Can I see your boobs?”

Dani pulled back immediately, releasing the boy’s cock with a wet slap against his abdomen. She pulled off her shirt, shaking out her pink hair and unconsciously thrusting her chest out a bit, showing her tits off to their best effect. A quick glance showed that her nipples were hard. She wondered how she’d been unaware of that. Apparently the pot was hitting her harder than she thought.

Wow, nice boobs, Zach thought. He glanced down at his stiff cock and back to Dani’s boobs and thought about fucking her. He decided after a few moments that he’d probably do that. Dani was good looking for her age. Nice body. Yeah, he decided, he’d probably fuck her if she wanted. He’d tear her up. Show her how it was done. That stupid Trevor probably didn’t know what he was doing if she was on her knees in front of him with his dick in her mouth. Tear that pussy up, he thought.

Dani was apparently having similar thoughts. She swayed a bit as she stood there, cupping her small breasts, lightly pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Damn, she could stare at Zachy’s cock all day, she decided. She’d seen dicks she thought of as exciting. She’d seen small ones and large ones. Fat ones and skinny ones. Size had never been a factor for her, but she’d realized pretty early on that some were more aesthetically pleasing than others. She’d never seen one she thought of as beautiful though. Not until now. She supposed it was only fitting; Zachy was probably the most beautiful human she’d ever seen. Which explained why she was here in the first place.

Not even realizing what she was doing, Dani began to rub herself through the front of her jeans. Then she shuddered and caught herself. Without hesitation she began to slide out of her pants.

Zach watched as Dani’s dark blonde pussy was revealed. He told himself he could smell it over the lingering odor of cannabis. The moment she slipped her second foot out of the skinny pant legs he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his face into that damp triangle. He knew what girls liked.

Dani gasped as she felt Zach dive in between her legs, his tongue snaking out to lap against her swollen pussylips. Holy shit, she thought. Did thirteen-year-old kids know about going down on a pussy? She shuddered as he flicked his tongue over her little hooded clit and thought, well, this one certainly does. Then he sucked her little button between his lips and she grabbed the back of his head, holding on as waves of pleasure aided by the surreal sensation of the drug in her head pulsated through her.

Zach had only eaten two other pussies. The first was the one he learned on and belonged to a thirty-two-year-old girlfriend of one of his father’s friends. Zach had just recently turned twelve and his folks were still mostly together then. Back then their house was always busy with one party or another, especially on weekends.

The first time it happened the party had been going pretty strong, with bikers and surfers and his mom’s artist friends, who strangely all got along just fine, all drinking and getting high and dancing and singing into the night. Zach had been sneaking beer and taking passed joints here and there from people who thought it was amusing to get the little kid high. There always seemed to be a few in every bunch.

Anyway, sometime after midnight Zach was feeling dizzy and tired and he made his way to his room. He barely managed to get out of his clothes, and dressed only in his thin briefs he fell into bed. Some time later, he became aware that he wasn’t alone. There was a woman with her arm draped over him, snoring lightly against his chest. Her hair was in her face, but he thought he was sure he recognized her and was pretty sure her name was Sandy.

He shook her lightly and with a snort she’d woken. She’d been confused at first, and she was obviously under the influence of something. She’d started talking about how beautiful he was, which he was pretty used to, honestly. Then she’d kissed him. Not a regular kiss either, but a sexy kiss, with tongue and heat. He was a bit grossed out by the fact that she was old and didn’t have the best breath, but a sexy kiss was a sexy kiss and his body responded the way you’d imagine.

Sandy discovered this fact pretty quickly, as her forearm was draped over his crotch. Within moments she had his little briefs down around his knees and his cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth. She was sucking him hungrily, noisily, and in an amazingly short amount of time he was shuddering and dry-cumming in her mouth.

After that she started talking about reciprocation, which Zach had to look up the next day. She repeated it about a dozen times, so he had no problem remembering it. He thought she had a pretty exciting looking body for an older lady, with big breasts and a brown-haired pussy. He’d fucked a woman and two girls at that time already, so he wasn’t a virgin or any kind of innocent, but he’d never gone down on any of them. Sandy changed all that.

The woman coaxed him gently, telling him exactly what to do, and while Zach acclimated himself to the smell and taste of pussy, which, while seeming a bit gross at first, fairly quickly grew on him, she writhed underneath him. He wasn’t quite experienced enough to be able to tell how many times she came while he ate her out, but he was sure it was more than once.

Afterward, she allowed him to fuck her, which he did eagerly, and came twice again himself. Sandy was very vocal when she came, gasping and moaning, but the music from the back of the house was so loud that nobody ever heard them. Or if they did, they must have assumed it was adults having sex.

Sated, woman and boy rolled apart, sweaty skin drying in the air from the ceiling fan above. Sandy eventually dressed herself and with a slightly guilty smile, let herself out of his room. Unlike some of the other adult lovers that had come into his life, Sandy couldn’t stop herself and sometimes, even today, came back for more. Zach knew the sound of her bike, and he’d get hard whenever he heard it. Sandy knew what she was doing.

The other pussy he’d eaten had been a few months ago. She was a fifteen-year-old girl named Britt who was the older sister of a friend of his. They’d hooked up one night when he’d spent the night at his friend’s house, Britt having snuck into her brother’s room in the middle of the night to bring him to her room. Zach hadn’t been too surprised, having seen the way she’d been looking at him. So that night he got to suck his friend’s cock, have his sucked in return, and then get the same treatment from the sister.

She hadn’t let him fuck her that first time, even after he went down on her, which he’d thought would seal the deal. She’d been worried about waking her parents or brother, but he’d visited her since. He’d once even fucked her and her best friend at the same time. The girl had been a virgin and was afraid to do it, so her friend had arranged for Zach to take her cherry instead of her boyfriend, who the girls figured would be inept his first time. Zach had been happy to help. He dreamed of one day getting brother and sister together, but Britt had been pissed the one time he mentioned it, although she’d said nothing about the fact that Zach and her baby brother were sucking each other’s cocks.

Dani decided she was going to fuck him. She hadn’t been sure she would. She’d mostly wanted to suck his cock. Actually, she’d mostly just wanted to see his cock, all hard and throbbing and young, but the sight of it had made her want it in her mouth. Now she wanted it in her pussy. Between her legs, Zach was eagerly sucking and licking at her, and she was trembling against him.

She was very nearly at the point where she was becoming too sensitive for the attention the kid was giving to her clit. While he was adept enough at eating pussy, especially for such a young boy, he didn’t yet have enough experience to know when to back off her little button. She wasn’t in the mood to give a lesson, however. She just wanted his cock.

Zach was sitting on the edge of the couch with his face buried between Dani’s legs. He liked the taste of her pussy in his mouth. He also liked the way she was moaning and running her hands through his hair, and grinding herself against him. Her hips were making slow, languid circles. Her gasps were making him really hot, and his boner was hugging his stomach. Then she broke the grip of his arms around her legs and pushed him back.

With an effort of will, Dani broke the boy’s embrace and pushed him back until he was slumping on the couch, his ass nearly off the cushion. She knelt down until she had a knee on either side of him, then took hold of his straining erection. She didn’t even bother to swipe it over her, knowing she was more than wet enough to accommodate him. She positioned him carefully, and then with a hiss, she sank down, feeling him fill her.

Zach let out an involuntary groan as the woman’s pussy wrapped around his deeply buried cock. The sudden heat of her was amazing and he felt himself straining upward, trying to push more of himself up inside her.

Dani shuddered atop him, gripping his slender shoulders, tightening the muscles in her cunt, feeling them ripple around his slender length. It felt so good because she knew it was so bad. A thirteen-year-old boy, and she was sitting on his cock, the thing throbbing strongly inside her. And not just any thirteen-year-old, but the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen. Living and working on the beach, she’d seen many, but Zachy Jacobs shone with something that seemed barely human, and everyone who met him knew it and wanted a piece of it. She was getting her piece now. Or rather, he was.

Head still in that other place it went when he was high, Zach just leaned back and enjoyed the ride, watching as Dani worked herself up and down on his cock, her eyes closed, her hands on her small breasts, her body rising and falling as she fucked him. He liked the sound of her pussy as it sank around him again and again, like an oil derrick, rhythmic and slick. For a time he lost himself in that sound, the soft squelching. Then he became more aware of the feeling of her, the way her hot cunt was gripping his dick, riding up and down.

Dani figured the aborted blowjob must have gotten the kid ramped up, or maybe he was just normally this quick. She knew he was cumming when she heard the strangled gasp and he clutched her tightly. She could feel his cock jerking inside her, and even imagined him painting her insides with hot boyjizz, although with the lack of pubes she honestly wondered if he could shoot yet. She had to admit she was disappointed. She’d hoped he would last longer. She was so close herself. She reached between her legs, began rubbing her clit, hoping to finish herself off without making it too obvious that he hadn’t completed the job for her.

While she’d known he was done, she was still surprised when he began to work his way out from underneath her. She’d thought he’d want to at least enjoy the warm afterglow. She sighed as she sank down on her heels, fingers still working idly on her hooded clit. She found herself looking at Zach’s cock. That’s not a soft cock, she thought. It was still pointing at the ceiling and glistening with their combined body fluids.

Zach kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, then quickly peeled off his shirt. He saw the way Dani’s eyes went from his rigid dick to his lean and muscular chest and abdomen. His cock lurched. He loved it when people looked at him with that gleam in their eyes, that open hunger.

Dani had about three inches and she didn’t want to think about how many pounds on the kid, but that disparity wasn’t at all in evidence as he took her almost roughly by her upper arms and forced her back onto the couch. His slender arms felt like they were steel cables, and she gripped them as he climbed between her legs and within moments expertly guided his cock back into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her with a cock that seemed even harder than it had before.

That’s when Zachy began to fuck her in earnest. This was no languid screwing. No slow, erotic dance. Zach’s breath was hot on her neck as he began to piston his cock into her. He started off stiff-armed above her, his skinny hips working rapidly, but soon lowered himself to his elbows, hugging her tightly while his pale ass worked in a blur of movement.

Dani could only hold on. The single-mindedness of his attack was almost brutal. His pubic mound slammed into hers again and again, almost painfully. If the sound of their previous joining had been loud, it was now a staccato tattoo that she was sure could be heard through the walls. Of course, that wasn’t the only sound. Each rapid thrust of the boy’s cock forced a gasp from her, which somehow mixed with a long stream of moans that interwove with each forced exhalation.

Within a minute Dani was cumming. The orgasm crashed through her wholly unexpectedly, shocking her with the pleasure, which washed through her like a wave. Her whole body trembled and she tried to tell Zach to slow down, to give her a moment, but he was lost in his own world, intent on his goal. Given no chance to come down, she was equally unprepared for the second orgasm, which came right on the heels of the first.

By now, Dani had wrapped her legs up around Zach’s thighs, the insides of her legs already feeling raw from the friction of their bodies. Her nails were in the boy’s back, not quite piercing, but painful, leaving half-moon indentations. She reached down and grabbed the boy’s perfect ass, hoping to force him to slow, but she didn’t have enough strength in her arms to force him to alter his rhythm, which if anything seemed to be speeding.

Another orgasm ripped through her and Dani groaned. Each climax seemed to take her higher and higher, into a realm of pleasure she’d never known. It was akin to pain and she began to pray for and dread the next one. When it came, she was too hoarse to cry out, and she simply hung on, not knowing if she wanted it to stop or if she wanted it to go on and on until he broke her apart, melting her into disparate molecules which would float off into the cosmos.

Finally, after an amount of time she couldn’t even attempt to measure, Zachy pulled out of her. She found her eyes locked on his stiffly throbbing teen cock. However, any thoughts that the experience was over was quickly dashed when he used the strength in those slender arms to flip her over and pull her up onto her knees. Her face she buried in the cushion, smelling the bodies, the sea salt, the ground in corn chips and pot that infested it clogging her nose. Surely this wasn’t happening, she thought. Then she felt Zach’s five inches slam into her once again and she groaned.

She wanted to stop him. Had to stop him, but she was helpless. In this new position he could fuck her even faster, even deeper, than he had before. She came again almost immediately, crying out, sure that tears were forming in her eyes. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t think. Her body trembled. Her pussy felt numb. It felt like it was on fire. It felt swollen and pained and so full of pulsing pleasure she could barely stand it.

Zach’s hand’s were on the woman’s thighs, pulling her against him as he slammed his cock into her again and again. He’d seen the way she’d been looking at him the last couple of years. He knew that look, though she did her best to disguise it. He’d wondered if she’d ever do anything about it and how he’d react. Now he’d found out. She has a nice pussy, he decided. It felt great wrapped around his dick. Not as tight as some, and certainly not as tight as a boy’s ass, but it was slick and welcoming and he was enjoying slamming his cock into it.

There was something really cool about hearing a woman gasp out with each of his thrusts, knowing they were feeling his cock and loving it. He wanted to show Dani that all that secret longing had been worth it. It was his duty, he figured, to give someone who wanted him a good experience. To him that meant fucking hard, and fucking fast, and fucking as long as he could fuck. He’d read about techniques online. Things like adjusting rhythms and circling his hips and shit like that. He’d even tried a few of them on Benji, who was sort of his experimental fuck puppet. They were okay, but nothing beat a straight out fucking, and with his head fucked up from the weed, that was one thing he knew he could deliver.

Zach was watching his cock slide in and out of Dani’s cunt. The pale length of him was there, and then it wasn’t. There and gone, there and gone. It was like a magic trick. Then his eyes moved upward, very slightly. There sat the pucker of her asshole. It was sorta winking at him. It was pretty much like most assholes he’d seen. He wasn’t sure he’d ever paid all that much attention to them. It was probably darker than others he’d seen. He wasn’t sure if that was because she was older or if it was just her. The only other assholes he’d actually fucked had been boys in the eleven to fifteen range, and theirs were nicely pink.

The more he stared at that winking anus, the more he thought about getting his cock in there. Pussies were great, and he was certainly enjoying the one he was in, but her asshole would have to be so much tighter, wouldn’t it? The thought was interrupted as he noticed Dani was cumming. He knew she’d cum before, but he hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. Sometimes her cunt would tighten down around him, but he’d been too involved in fucking to pay it much mind. Now he felt her loosening up around him again and he pulled out of her.

“Thank god,” she gasped softly.

It’s finally over, Dani thought. She felt wrecked, but she’d survived it and while it had actually verged into scary, it had been incredible. Then she felt something she’d felt only once before. It was the spongy presence of a cockhead being pressed against her asshole. Dani had let one guy fuck her in the ass. It had been years ago and it hadn’t gone well and she’d vowed never to do it again.

Dani didn’t seem to have the strength to tense up, and while her voice rose in a weak protest, it was choked off as Zach’s teen cock slid into her rectum. There was pain, but it was minimal. Mostly there was a stretching sensation like she was having a difficult time in the bathroom. Apparently Zach’s young cock was just thin enough to allow him access without too much discomfort.

Still, she didn’t want him in there. She felt immediately violated and uncomfortable, physically as well as mentally, and she wanted him out. However, the quick fucking of his cock resumed, rocking her body and stealing her breath. The boy was like a machine, pistoning in and out of her. Her whole groin felt numb from his earlier abuse, so she figured that was helping, as was the still strong buzz of good pot weaving through her tissues.

That was it, Zach decided. Her ass, as expected, was tighter than her pussy. His cock was already so well lubricated from her puss that it slid into her ass easily, and eased his passage as he began to fuck her again. He could tell she liked it. She was gasping like crazy and her ass was rippling around his cock, squeezing it. He began to slam it into her good, loving the meaty slaps of his groin against her asscheeks. He’d never had the luxury of two holes like this and thought he’d have to try it again next time he had a woman or girl. Dani certainly seemed to like it.

Dani couldn’t believe how much she was liking it. The sense of violation retreated when the stimulation of Zachy’s cock began to radiate through her. Her one experience with anal had been so bad that she’d never explored that area, and now she realized that she’d been missing something. It was different than the sensations she experienced from her pussy, but no less pleasurable for all that. It also allowed her to reach a hand up between her legs and directly manipulate her clit. As she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm she wondered just what the hell she was doing. She’d just felt like a survivor of some sort of natural disaster a minute before, and now she was throwing herself back into the maelstrom willingly.

Zach felt Dani’s asshole rippling around his cock as she came and he knew he’d reached his limit. He wouldn’t last much longer and frankly his cock was beginning to feel a bit raw, like when he jacked off one too many times. Wanting to go out with a bang, so to speak, the boy dug in his feet and began to go as hard and fast as he could, driving his cock almost maniacally.

Dani felt the increase in speed and force and shuddered helplessly underneath him. Her hand had left her pussy, requiring the strength she gained from clutching the cushion just to keep herself from shaking apart. Zach’s thirteen-year-old cock was a molten spike in her ass, driving faster and faster, filling her in equal measures with pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, grunting shove, he was cumming.

Zach pressed forward mightily, straining, his cock lurching, buried deep in the woman’s gripping ass. Zach didn’t shoot a lot, a thin stream or three with a few followup droplets most times, but it felt explosive as he fired his boyish salvo deep into the woman’s rectum.

He knelt there, breath a bit fast, but not terribly so. Dani was gasping like a dying fish. Maybe thirty seconds passed and he felt Dani’s asshole clench around him as there came a tinkling from the bell over the front door.

Zach calmly slid his cock back out of the woman’s asshole. He grabbed his shorts up off the floor and stepped into them. He started to pull them up and then paused with them at mid thigh. He dug into one of the large pockets and extracted a small square. He opened up the sanitizing wipe and swiped it over his half-hard cock, then crumbled it up and dropped it to the ground and pulled his shorts the rest of way up around his hips. A quick zip and he was through the door to the front of the store.

Dani watched him go, amazed at his calm, but so spent she couldn’t work up the energy to move, even knowing it was likely the kid’s dad out there. The pot at least was numbing the fear of possible discovery.

Zach found a guy and his kid. They were on vacation and dad wanted to talk boogie boards for his son. The son was pretty cute in a round faced, full lipped sort of way. He was about eleven or so, with brown hair in a kind of bowl cut and hazel eyes. In fact, he reminded him a lot of the boy in that new space show on Netflix. Hard to remember the name of it through the fog. Danger, Will Roberson!

The guy himself wasn’t bad looking. Mid to late thirties, athletic looking, sharp features. Kid must have gotten the apple cheeks and bee-stung lips from his mom.

Zach noticed right away the way the guy was checking him out. It wasn’t all that unusual for him to wait on customers without a shirt. It was a surf shop after all. The guy wasn’t even trying to hide how interested he was, even commenting on his tan and asking him to flex for him. The kid wasn’t very shy about checking him out either. Well, that wasn’t really true, he did seem shy, as his looks were all out of the corner of his eyes or through lowered eyelids, but he was looking nonetheless.

Zach found himself wondering what was up between the kid and man. Were they really father and son? Of course, even if they were it didn’t mean anything. He’d read some pretty fucked up stuff online. He’d never had a dad and son at the same time. The thought of it gave him a boner.

The man got even more demonstrative when he noticed Zach’s erection, which was sticking out pretty obviously in a clear area between his fly and his left pocket. Zach could have slid it up behind the zipper to make it a little less obvious, but he left it where it was, secretly enjoying the looks. The man was definitely hard himself, but it wasn’t all that noticeable in his loose khakis. Zach could tell by the way he moved though. The kid also seemed to be boned up, based on the way he was rubbing his wrist against the front of his pants.

The man had just offered to have Zach join them for lunch, which Zach knew really meant a lot more than lunch. He was definitely intrigued and was about to accept when his dad walked into the shop. He immediately slid a hand into his pocket, gripping his boner so it wasn’t noticeable.

As soon as they heard Zach call him ‘dad’, the man and son made a quick purchase and left the shop. His dad asked him if Dani had shown up, and before he had to make up a lie, Dani walked through the back door with lunch for her and him, but she would barely look at him. That was okay with him. He was pretty sure she’d get over it.

Adults seemed to feel guilty when they fucked a kid. It made sense with the way everybody was always screaming about what a horrible thing that was. Zach figured they should just shut the fuck up and get laid. If two, or more, people wanted to fuck, who the fuck else’s business was it? He knew how many adults checked him out and it wasn’t some tiny, disturbed percentage of the population like they tried to make it seem. There were a hell of a lot more people who wanted to get in his pants out there than anyone would believe, both men and women.

So he had no problem letting Dani have her little moment of self-examination, but he was fairly sure she’d get over it. Especially the next time she wanted a fuck. The fact that there would be a next time was never a question in his mind.

Just as he was about to go to the back room with his burrito, there came a soft rap at the front of the door. His dad and Dani were talking and didn’t hear it, but Zach looked up and saw the boy from before. He went outside and with a cute blush the boy silently slipped him a piece of plastic. It was a room key from a nice hotel up the beach. There was slight gleam in the boy’s bang-covered eyes as he ran back to a waiting sedan out front.

The End.

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All rights reserved

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Four

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 4

Megan didn’t remember falling asleep. She woke to darkness and the certainty that she wasn’t alone. That’s when she felt the mattress depress as someone crawled onto her bed.

“Shane?” she asked, sure the boy had come back to finish what he’d started.

“It’s me, Aunt Megan,” Jack said softly.

Megan realized she could see him faintly in the dim moonlight shining through her bedroom window. “Jack? What time is it?”

“It’s like two or so I think. Mom and Shane are asleep.”

Megan felt the boy crawl up and lie beside her. Then his small hand was on her breast. As he began to lightly squeeze and caress her, she said, “Jack. What are you doing?”

The boy’s hand stilled. “I…” He removed his hand. “I thought you maybe wanted me to?” he said, his voice rising to a question.

“And why would you think that?” she asked, rolling to her side to try to make out his facial features in the shadows.

“Well… in the shower before.” he said. “And then… well, Shane said you s-… I mean… well, he said you… you know…” and his voice dropped to a whisper, “… sucked his dick? So I thought maybe… you know… uh… do you wanna suck mine, too?”

Megan was surprised at the hurt she felt knowing that Shane had told Jack what they’d done. She shouldn’t have been. Either surprised or hurt. It was natural for brothers to share things like that, and the way the boys had been sniffing after her like dogs in heat, well it was no surprise. She wondered if Jack had told his older brother about the things they’d done together, and she felt her face burning in the darkness.

“Jack, you need to go back to your room,” she said.

“But it’s not fair,” he whined.

“Jack…” she said, her voice a clear warning.

“Can you at least do it with your hand?” he wheedled. “My dick is so hard. Please? Feel it,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling it down to his crotch.

Megan could have resisted. Should have resisted. The truth was that she wanted to touch it. She’d masturbated the boy earlier at the pool, but that had been so frenzied and secretive that she hadn’t been able to savor the experience. As lovely as Shane’s cock was, it was boys like Jack that truly excited her. Small, hairless cocks attached to boys just barely tipping into pubescence. So she allowed her hand to be guided downward until she felt his hot little missile against her fingers.

She wrapped her fingers lovingly around the slender shaft while snuggling closer to the boy. His head was near her shoulders and she could smell his earthy muskiness and the faint perfumed scent of his shampoo. She slid her fingers down around his silky cock until she could collect his small testicles in her palm. “Is this what you wanted?” she breathed.

“Uh huh,” he said softly.

Then she felt him shifting, and she gasped as she felt his soft, wet lips wrap around her nipple. She shuddered and her hand dropped the boys little nuts to slide quickly up to his cock, clutching it as Jack began to suckle at her tit. “Jack,” she breathed, and then she shuddered again as she felt his hand between her thighs, trying to slide upward.

Megan didn’t hesitate. She cocked her left leg at the knee, spreading herself wide for Jack, who took instant advantage of the opening, sliding his small hand against her already wet sex, probing expertly and finding her hole, sliding two little fingers inside her. She gasped, shocked into movement, her hand almost frenziedly jacking the eleven-year-old’s throbbing young penis.

Megan didn’t care about propriety. She didn’t care about the fact that Jack was her nephew; her sister’s son. She didn’t care that he was an eleven-year-old boy. Well, that wasn’t true. In fact, she cared very much that he was an eleven-year-old boy, and that his beautiful preteen cock was throbbing in her fist; that his deliciously pubescent lips were sucking at her breasts; that his wickedly illegal little fingers were sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She wanted this. Had wanted this. So badly, and for so long.

With a desperate growl of desire, Megan slid down while pulling Jack up to her. She had her hand in his hairless armpit, clutching him close to her while her head dipped, and then her hand was on the back of his neck, tickled by his short hair as she pressed her lips to his. Jack made a small, startled noise, and then he was pressing himself against her while his soft lips parted and she felt his little tongue invade her mouth. Both held each other tightly as they kissed hungrily, their lust and their desperate need for one another acted out with swirling tongues and wet, sliding lips, nostrils flaring as they breathed quickly through their noses, neither willing to pull their mouth away from the other.

For Megan it was a pouring out of all her secret desires. All of her desperate longing. All of her illicit, sometimes shameful depravity. Her lust, her desire, her reverence of all things boy were expressed in that fiery kiss. She felt almost as if she could drink in his youth and beauty and wild sensuality. She clutched his small body to hers, her hand gripping his firm little ass, feeling his four inch erection sliding against her stomach. She’d felt his hands trying to reach her pussy, but his arms weren’t quite long enough, so he was contenting himself with squeezing and caressing her breasts.

Having given in to her desires, she needed to worship Jack’s body, to glorify his youth and beauty. Finally breaking the kiss, both of them panting, Megan began to kiss and nuzzle his neck, feeling his downy vellus hairs against her lips. She pressed her mouth against his skin, feeling his rapid pulse against her lips, licking at it, imagining for a moment herself as a vampire, sinking her teeth in and feeling the spurt of rich arterial blood, which would no doubt taste as sweet as his boyish semen.

From Jack’s neck, Megan worked her way down to his upper chest, then pushed his left arm up over his head and slid her mouth down to his armpit, feeling him tense and giggle as she rasped her tongue over the salty, hairless flesh there.

She looked up to see him staring at her and she couldn’t help a grin. “You’re ticklish.”

He nodded and said slyly, “Some places.”

“I can’t wait to find out where,” she said and his eyes sparkled.

Not to leave out the other side, she worked her way over to his right armpit as well, and got another squirming giggle. Far from taking her out of her sexual mood, this evidence of his boyishness just further inflamed her. She worked back to his slim but muscular chest, kissing and licking her way to his right nipple. She sucked and licked, blowing on the little nubbin till it rose to pointy stiffness, just a pinprick of excited flesh rising from the pebbly brown disc.

After bringing Jack’s other nipple to attention, Megan returned to the center of the boy’s chest and began working her way downward. Sliding her left arm down, she felt the boy’s stiff penis and she laid her forearm over it, feeling it throbbing. As she reached his stomach, Jack began to give little thrusts of his hips, working his small erection against her arm.

Megan looked up from tracing her tongue along the smoothness of Jack’s belly and said, “That’s cheating. I’ll get to it soon enough.”

“I can’t help it,” Jack whined. He thrust again.

“You’re going to have to wait,” she grinned, and moved her arm. Jack groaned in frustration, and she looked down with a smile to see his little cock twitching fitfully.

Returning to her task, Megan left a trail of wet kisses downward until she reached Jack’s navel. Somewhere between an outie and an innie, Jack’s bellybutton stretched horizontally across his middle, like a winking eye. Megan slid her tongue along it, circling, and Jack writhed and tried to thrust his cock toward her. Grinning, she took the hint and moved downward, licking right down his center, his thin little cock looming larger and larger in her peripheral vision. Just before she would have met it with her mouth, she skipped to the side, kissing and licking her way down and just barely avoiding contact. Jack groaned again.

“Please, Aunt Megan,” he begged.

“Now I’m going to make you wait another five minutes,” she said.

“Ahh! You’re so mean!”

“Hmm. Would a mean person do this?” she asked, sliding to her left so that she was lying between the boy’s coltish legs and sliding her tongue wetly across his inner thigh.

“Yes!” he said. “That’s exactly what mean people do instead of licking my… other things!”

Megan chuckled. “Your other things are just going to have to wait,” she said, but then relented enough to give him a kiss right on his little scrotum. Jack sucked in a breath, but she was already moving on to his thighs again, the smell of him thick in her nose, the silky smoothness of his flesh sliding under her lips.

As the woman worked her way down her nephew’s left leg, she rejoiced in the complete lack of hair. Lower and lower, down over his knee and further. It wasn’t until she reached his lower calves that she felt some short, silky hairs. Moving past those, she circled his bony little ankle with her tongue, then took his long, thin, size seven foot in her hand. She slid up to a sitting position, and ran her tongue up along the bottom, doing it roughly enough for him to squirm, but not be overly tickled.

Staring into the eyes that were staring into hers, Megan slid her tongue between Jack’s two smallest toes, again adding pressure so as not to tickle him. Then she slowly moved down the line, inserting her tongue between all his toes until she got to the big one. This one she tickled a bit with the tip of her tongue, and she felt his foot and leg tense. Then, eyes still locked, she slowly slid her lips down over the long digit, which she’d heard her sister call Jack’s monkey toes. She reached the bottom and swirled her tongue over the tip of it in her mouth, then drew up, and slid back down, leaving no doubt as to the corollary. Jack reached down and clutched his erection.

“If you’re going to do it yourself, I guess you don’t need me,” she said and grinned as he snatched his hand away.

“I’m really, really horny,” he said a bit miserably.

“Is that why your cock is so hard?” she asked, shocking herself with the use of such foul language. She felt a strange thrill.

Jack’s young eyes sparked and he nodded, grinning.

Still holding the boy’s left foot by the heel, she leaned back a bit. “What do you want to do with that cock?” she asked, lowering his foot until his big toe was touching her nipple. She moved his foot in little circles, teasing them both.

“I want to put it in you,” Jack said a bit breathlessly.

“In me?” she teased, leaning back further and using his foot to trace a line down her body.

“In your pussy,” Jack said. “I want to fuck your pussy.”

The dirty talk from such an angelic looking little boy stoked her carnal fires. “Mmm, I can’t let you fuck my pussy with that beautiful boycock,” she breathed. “That would be wrong.”

She gasped as she wedged his heel against her cunt, she rubbed it up and down, exciting herself even further. Then she was surprised when Jack pulled his foot back out of her grasp, and then slid it back on his own, his big toe, that had just been in her mouth, now sliding up and down in the groove of her swollen pussy lips. He gently slid his toe inside her, and then it was Jack drawing corollaries. She leaned back, opening herself to him, and she watched his avid, staring eyes as he fucked her with his big toe. Then he pulled back and flicked his toe against her engorged clitoris and she bucked as pleasure shook through her.

With another growl of lust, Megan went quickly to her hands and knees, practically racing toward Jack, who fell back a bit involuntarily. That was just fine with Megan, who quickly crawled up over his little body until her knees were on either side of his head. Once again staring into his eyes, she watched them crinkle with his grin as she lowered herself.

Megan gasped as Jack reached up to grip her thighs and he pulled her against his mouth, which immediately and expertly went to work. She tensed, shuddering as he lapped hungrily at her, then speared his tongue inside her. A few quick jabs and then he was licking up and down the length of her. Then his hands increased their pressure as he pulled himself up a bit, allowing his lips to slip over her clit.

“Uhhhnnngggghh,” Megan moaned, trembling atop the boy as an orgasm quaked through her. She reached down and clutched his blond hair, pulling him against her as he sucked at her clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly.

“Jack,” she groaned. “Jacky. My sweet boy. Ohhhhh, fuck. Uhhhnn, right there, baby.”

Then she gasped as Jack maneuvered one of his hands up between her legs and he slid two fingers up into her still-spasming cunt. She went again, biting her lip to keep from crying out, grinding her pussy against the eleven-year-old’s face. Jack spread his mouth wide, sucking strongly at the area around her clit and she felt herself starting to go yet again.

“Wait,” she said weakly. “Wait, Jacky.” Breathing hard, trembling like a leaf, she turned herself around till she was facing the boy’s feet. As she settled back atop his face, he immediately attacked her pussy again, and she carefully folded her upper body, staying in contact, eyes locked on her target.

Megan hooked her right thumb around the bald base of Jack’s small cock and pushed it upright. She didn’t bother with preliminaries, and simply swallowed the boy to the hilt. She felt Jack tense under her and his mouth go still, but he recovered quickly and attacked her pussy with renewed vigor. For her part, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste and size of the boy’s preteen cock. It fit so perfectly in her mouth. She closed her lips around him, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling against his slender shaft. Then she drew upward until just the little acorn-shaped glans was left in her mouth. She hummed in pure enjoyment as she sucked at him lightly, her tongue eagerly exploring, tasting, sliding along the tiny groove of his pisshole, eager for the little bubbles of precum he was producing.

Reaching between Jack’s thighs with her left hand, she took hold of his little testicles, feeling their warmth, squeezing them gently as she began to work her mouth up and down on his throbbing four inches. Between her legs, Jack continued to fuck his fingers in and out of her as his lips sucked and teased her clit.

Megan moaned desperately around her nephew’s cock as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and shaken. Jack’s penis continued to jerk and throb in her mouth, so she began to suck him again. Jack continued his merciless attack on her abused pussy, so she slid her right hand into the gap at the small of his back and worked it down between the cleft of his athletic little ass. In the clear again, she bent her hand upward, her middle finger quickly finding his rubbery little sphincter. Jack squirmed and gave a little whine. The combination of his leaking precum and her own saliva had found themselves down around his tight little scrotum, and so she was able to use that wetness to ease her finger into his rectum.

Jack gave a high-pitched squeal against her pussy while his asshole clamped down around her invading finger and his little cock bucked in her mouth, rewarding her with a tiny spray of thin, watery, preteen jizz. Megan rolled it all around in her mouth while his cock continued to jerk, her spit and his cum sliding around his thin shaft. Then Jack made a little whining sound against her pussy and tried to pull backward out of her mouth and she knew his little penis was overstimulated and she released him, contenting herself to lick around the hairless base, to feel his slick cock sliding against her cheek.

Jack’s cock may have been too sensitive to suck, but it didn’t lose any of its stiffness, so a minute later, as Megan came down from yet another eleven-year-old induced orgasm, she began to lick at his shaft again. “I love your cock,” she said just loudly enough for him to hear, feeling positively wicked to be speaking to a little boy in such a manner. “Such a perfect, perfect cock.” She sucked the spongy little glans briefly into her mouth, then released it. “So gorgeous,” she breathed. Jack grunted.

Megan took his cock back into her mouth again, but then Jack once again pulled back and she was worried he was still too sensitive to suck. Apparently that wasn’t the reason. The boy slithered out from under her and rose to his knees. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and he gripped her hips and pushed/pulled her until she flipped onto her back.

The boy was staring down at her like he was possessed, his blue eyes glazed while between his legs, his four-inch cock jerked up and down. “I don’t care,” he said hoarsely.

“Jack?” she asked, rising to her elbows.

“I don’t care anymore,” he growled, and then he was on her.

Startled, Megan fell back with Jack atop her. The boy wrapped his strong, skinny arms around her, lying his face between her breasts. Between her legs, she felt his probing erection, poking, poking, blindly trying to find its way home. Megan was shocked. She knew the boy wasn’t actually trying to rape her. There was no malice in him, but she’d certainly driven him to the edge and here was the result. She knew she could, while maybe not easily throw him off her, still get him off her if she wanted. She just wasn’t sure that was what she wanted. She knew how wrong it was, how much trouble it could cause her, but she’d been driven to the edge herself.

So instead of pushing him off, or chiding him, she instead reached down between them, found his slender cock, and helped guide it to that magic spot. Years of secret desires, countless lewd fantasies, every illicit thought she harbored for the cute boys in her classes, the grocery store, television and movies, all were brought to fruition as Jack’s slender penis slid into her.

“Unngggh,” Jack grunted, pressing into her, all four inches buried inside her gripping heat, straining forward.

“Jacky,” she breathed, one hand on his muscular ass, the other behind his head. “Oh, baby. My sweet, sweet baby. You’re inside me. Oh, you feel so good. Your cock is so hard. Fuck me now, Jacky. Uhhh, fuck me with your hard little cock. Fuck my pussy.”

It was like she was a different person. Megan had never spoken like this to a lover, but Jack woke something inside her, some dark, depraved part of her that she’d repressed for so, so long. She grabbed a small globe of preteen ass in each hand, urging him to thrust into her, gasping each time he slammed his skinny hips, driving his sweet little cock deep. She wrapped her legs around him, encircling his little body as if she’d never let him go.

“So good, Jacky,” she moaned. “You feel so good inside me.” She shuddered, cumming around his driving cock. “Uhhh, fuck me with that hot little cock!” she hissed. “Give it to me! Fuck my pussy! Mmmmm, fuck your aunt’s pussy.”

Jack suddenly latched onto one of her nipples as he continued to drive his cock into her. The loud slap, slap of their joining echoed through the room. Jack sucked and even bit lightly at her, chewing on her nipple and trying to suck her breast into his mouth. It was so very close to painful that it somehow became intensely pleasurable.

Just as Megan felt herself nearing another orgasm, Jack pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss and clutched after him as he rose to his knees, cock wet with her juices. The boy then grabbed her left leg and lifted it, putting it up on his shoulder, forcing her a bit toward her right side. Then he pushed his cock down and slid it back home again. Hugging her thigh to his chest, he began to work himself into her again, gasping, his toned little body rippling as he thrust into her again and again. It was a completely new position for Megan, and she marveled at the apparent breadth of the boy’s sexual playbook.

Megan couldn’t reach Jack in this position, so she just fell back, her hands going to her breasts, squeezing them and twisting her nipples as the eleven-year-old slammed his small cock into her again and again, each powerful thrust rocking her.

“Uhhhh, cumming,” she gasped as she felt her pussy spasm again around the boy’s slender cock.

“I can feel it,” Jack gasped, driving himself even harder.

“Fuck,” Megan moaned. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that cock.”

“F-fucking you so hard,” Jack said, sounding just a bit uncertain, and Megan imagined he didn’t usually talk like that. It made her feel oddly special.

“With your cock,” she urged.

“Fucking you with my cock,” the boy said with more confidence. “Fucking you in the pussy.”

“Mmmm, that’s it, Jacky. Fucking my pussy with your boycock.”

“My boycock,” he gasped. “Uhnn, gonna… gonna cum,” he moaned.

“Give it to me, Jacky,” she moaned. “Give me your cum!”

The boy’s steady thrusts began to stutter, becoming ragged and uneven. He’d slow for a moment and then recover, speeding again, but finally he pushed himself forward one last time, straining against her as his cock bucked inside her pussy. Just the knowledge that he was filling her with his immature seed was enough to send her one last time, and she writhed as Jack clung desperately to her thigh, his sweaty torso slick and hot against her, his little dick twitching inside her again and again.

Finally, Jack slumped, lowering himself between her legs, chest to chest, the top of his head just under her chin. She caressed his short, silky blond hair, damp with sweat, murmuring soft words of love, relishing his slight weight atop her, even where his slimy little cock pressed against her stomach, slowly softening.

After a time, Megan heard Jack’s breathing deepen. She thought about waking him and sending him back to his room, fearing Shane or Nicole discovering his absence. She couldn’t bear the thought of his warm little body leaving her just yet though, so she reached out carefully, grabbed her cell and set the alarm to go off with enough time for Jack to get back into his own bed in the morning, hopefully with none the wiser. Between her legs, she felt warmth and a lingering glow, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she felt in her chest hugging her nephew to her as she drifted off into a contented sleep.

*

A soft chime woke Megan at 6:30. She wasn’t sure if Nicole would be working that day or not, but she knew that her sister usually didn’t get up until 7am when she did. She figure 6:30 was a safe enough time to wake Jack.

Shutting off her alarm, she lay her head back and looked at the ceiling. Dawn wasn’t far off and there was a faint light already. Jack was a warm presence at her side, his cheek against her breast, his coltish legs twined with hers. She smiled as she felt the insistent press of his little erection against her hip. Carefully untangling herself, she scooted back a bit and looked down at the boy, who grumbled in his sleep and settled onto his back. His beautiful cock was hovering over his hairless groin, pulsing with his heartbeats. She couldn’t help running a finger up its short length. The urge to take him into her mouth, or better yet, back between her legs, was strong, but she knew she’d pushed her luck far enough already.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she shook him lightly while speaking softly in his ear. “Jacky? You need to get up, honey.”

“Mmmeh,” he grumbled.

She grinned. “Come on, sweetie. Rise and shine. You need to get back into your own bed.”

Blearily he cracked his eyes and looked up at her. “Time i’zt?” he slurred.

“It’s 6:30,” she said with a smile. “Come on, get up. You have to get back to your bed before your mom and brother wake up.”

“Wan stay wit’u,” he grumbled, shutting his eyes again.

Knowing she was cheating, she reached down and gently wrapped her hand around his erection, which jerked. She let her fist ride loosely up and down the silky shaft a few times, and Jack opened his eyes again, this time with a tired grin.

He lifted his head, leaned toward her and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She felt a shock of pleasure ripple through her and things instantly tightened between her legs. She had to forcibly reject the urge to pull him on top of her, to feel his steely little cock sliding into her again. Instead, heart beating rapidly, she pulled backward, releasing his dick and slapping him lightly on his ass.

“Up,” she said.

“Yer no fun,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Her gaze went to his rampant cock, her eyes no doubt burning with lust.

“Jack,” she said, and the tone of her voice made him focus on her. “You need to go back to your room,” she said. She held his gaze intently. “You know this has to stay between us, right?”

“I know,” he said, half shrugging.

“I mean it, Jacky,” she said. “You have to promise me. You can’t even tell Shane.”

The boy leaned back and crossed his heart, mimed zipping his lips shut, then turning a key which he then tossed over his shoulder. He raised his hand solemnly and said, “I swear.”

She smiled. “Good boy.”

He grinned and said, “But you gotta let me fuck you later.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You are one horny little boy.”

He rose to his knees and she couldn’t help but follow his bouncing boner as he moved toward her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and whispered, “And you are one horny lady.”

She laughed and reached up between his legs, gently pinching his little cockhead. “You got me. Now git.”

And he got, but her eyes lingered on his muscular ass as he left her room.

Alone, she let out a satisfied sigh and went back to sleep.

End of chapter four.

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Three

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3

Nicole made it home just before noon. Megan’s big sister had called ahead to say she’d be there, and by the time she pulled up out front Megan had the boys dressed and they were able to quickly file out to the car. Megan hadn’t been able to meet Jack’s eyes since she’d emerged from her room, and she was avoiding looking at Shane just to be safe. Had Jack told his brother what had happened? Megan felt as if she were in completely over her head.

The boys chatted animatedly with their mother while Megan mostly watched the passing scenery, lost in thought. Megan had only been to one other Rainforest Cafe, years before with a boyfriend. The décor, and especially Jack’s obvious joy for it, helped to raise her spirits. Even Shane forgot for a bit about looking ‘cool’ and joined in his little brother’s enthusiasm at the animatronic animals and atmospheric effects.

“The volcano’s gonna erupt!” Jack cried at one point while they were eating appetizers, and Megan smiled as the brothers grinned at one another while the low growl of thunder echoed around them.

After lunch, Nicole drove them to a nearby mall where the boys ate ice cream and ran from store to store while she and Megan relaxed next to the coolness of a large, tinkling fountain. Megan remembered to ask about her sister’s love life, but Nicole informed her she wasn’t seeing anyone special, but she still dated.

They got home around three in the afternoon, and the boys wanted to go swimming. The thought of being surrounded by even more naked boyflesh didn’t exactly inspire a lot of confidence in Megan’s ability to keep her attractions to herself, but she thought it would look even more odd to decline. So they arrived back at Paradise Cove and the boys were already stripping as they got out of the car.

Megan was slipping off her jeans when she sensed a presence and turned to find Shane leaning in the doorway of her room. He was already naked of course, but luckily not hard. She turned, and the boy’s eyes went to her naked breasts. “I wanted to see if you were ready yet,” he said, eyes not leaving her boobs. Megan noticed that the fingers of his left hand were lightly squeezing his fat cockhead, and while he wasn’t quite half hard yet, he was on the way.

Shane glanced up to her face, saw her looking at his crotch and dropped his hand with a blush. His cock was pointing straight out and nearly four inches long. “Mom’s already downstairs,” he said.

“I’m almost ready,” she said, folding her jeans and putting them on top of the dresser. She hooked her thumbs into the lacy blue panties she was wearing and pushed them down. Shane’s eyes stared avidly at the small brown bush of hair between her legs and his cock shot up to full mast in an instant.

The boy looked down at his erection, as if surprised by it. “I’ll tell ’em you’re almost ready,” he said, and then he retreated. Megan watched his tan bubble butt flexing as he moved away.

Megan stepped out of her panties, did a loose fold and put them on her jeans. She grabbed the tote she’d used before, made sure there were still a couple of towels and her suntan lotion inside, then she grabbed her sunglasses, took a deep breath, and headed for the stairs.

“She’s comin’,” she heard Jack say, and then the sound of the door opening.

Megan got to the bottom of the stairs to find Nicole, undressed now, waiting for her holding her own tote bag. “What did you do to the poor boy, Megs?” Megan’s felt a sudden core of ice form in her chest, which melted a bit when Nicole laughed and said, “The boy goes upstairs to check on you sporting Vienna sausage and comes downstairs with kielbasa.”

Megan blushed. “I… sorry?”

Nicole laughed again. “That boy sees hot, naked girls and women all day long and mostly keeps that monster tamed. Mostly,” she added with a grin. “But Aunt Megan comes to town and he’s a lovesick puppy with a hair trigger.”

Megan laughed in spite of herself, and Nicole playfully bumped her shoulder against her. “It takes a bit of getting used to,” Megan admitted.

“I can imagine,” Nicole chuckled as they began walking toward the pool. Shane and Jack were far ahead of them. “You’ve probably got no idea how many of those sixth-grade boys you’re teaching are filling up socks with boy juice thinking about you.”

“Nic!” Megan exclaimed, but she laughed, having thought about that very thing more times than she could count.

“I’m serious,” Nicole said, chuckling. “Boys are complete horndogs. Those boys are sitting in your class every day with hard-ons and you just never see them. At least with the boys around here you know when their dirty little minds have dived into the gutter. Or when the wind is blowing, honestly. Doesn’t take much to get the little things standing to attention.”

“You’re horrible,” Megan grinned, wondering for the first time if maybe she could eventually share her dark secret with her sister.

“Just speaking truth,” Nicole said. “See?” she said, cocking her head to indicate a boy of about ten walking along the opposite sidewalk, diminutive erection thrust out before him. Nicole gave her a smile. “They are cute though. Young or old, big or small, dicks are a wonder.”

Then, as they neared the pool, Nicole said in a low voice, “Don’t look now, but here comes Secretariat Junior.”

Megan, who’d been sneaking a guilty look back at the ten-year-old’s cute little backside, turned to see the auburn-haired boy she’d seen yesterday walking toward them. Richie, she remembered.

“Hi there, Richie,” Nicole said, stopping in front of the boy. Megan was forced to stop as well, and once again thankful for the anonymity of her sunglasses, she stared at the boy’s cock. It was flaccid, but still incredibly large. It hung at least seven inches, and it was perhaps two inches thick. A big cock even for an adult, on the five-foot-two, skinny boy it looked enormous. He had more pubic hair than Shane, but not by much, the silky little bush coppery in the sun.

“Hey, Mrs. Bennington,” Richie answered, coming to a stop. Megan saw the boys eyes roaming up and down her and Nicole’s bodies. “Shane and Jack are at the pool.”

“Yes, we’re heading after them,” Nicole said. “How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s okay,” the boy answered, reaching down and unconsciously gripping the python between his legs, tugging it downward. “She told me to bring that plate back, but I forgot.”

“Well, you can bring it back later,” Nicole said. “I think Jack misses your… company.” She turned and winked at Megan.

“Uh… yeah,” the boy said, apparently hearing something in the woman’s voice, but not quite getting it. “Maybe today or maybe tomorrow. I’m goin’ home cuz my dad is comin’ to get me. We’re goin’ to Beto’s for dinner.”

“Tomorrow then,” Nicole said, and then she and Megan stood and watched him walking away. Another bubble butt, Megan noted.

“Tempting, isn’t it?” Nicole said with a sly smile. “By the way. Dad?” and she once again wiggled her little finger. “Kid must have gotten it from his mom’s side. I think that’s why they divorced. Dad couldn’t deal with being compared to that monster every day. The step-dad now…” Nicole winked at her again. “Mom traded up.” She shrugged. “If that sort of thing matters to you anyway. I’d have gone after dad myself. Cute guy, but obviously lacking in the self-esteem department. Too bad. Really successful, and who cares how big a guy’s dick is?”

The women arrived at the pool to find it even more crowded with kids than it had been the day before. There were probably even fewer adults, however, making it easy for the sisters to find loungers next to one another. They settled in, laying towels on the chairs and adjusting the backs. Nicole put hers down flat, while Megan kept a comfortable sitting angle. She wanted to be able to boy watch.

They’d just settled down, Megan to watch, and Nicole on her back with her eyes already closed, when Jack came running over, body glistening wetly. “Hi, Aunt Megan,” he said, smiling.

“Hey, hon,” Megan said, noting that the boy’s penis was about the smallest she’d seen it. Apparently shrinkage was a real thing.

“Want me to put on your lotion, Mom?” the boy asked.

“Thank you, Jacky,” Nicole said without moving.

Jack squatted down and reached into his mother’s tote bag, eventually coming up with a tube of sunscreen. Then he knelt on the other side of her, facing Megan, and opened the tube. He squirted a large amount in his palm, and she was reminded of Shane putting lotion on her and getting her first look at his teen erection.

Megan watched idly as Jack swirled his hands together, spreading the lotion equally, then lay his hands on his mother’s stomach. He circled his hands around, coating Nicole’s stomach and sides liberally, then Megan felt her eyes widening behind her sunglasses as Jack’s hands worked upward, over his mother’s ribcage, and then his small hands were massaging lotion into her large breasts. Nicole’s boobs were big enough that it took both of Jack’s hands to spread the lotion around one, moving it back and forth, his palms sliding again and again over her big nipples, which rose quickly to prominence.

Megan felt a growing warmth between her legs. She couldn’t believe her sister let her eleven-year-old son touch her like that. She supposed it must be a nudist thing, because not only wasn’t Nicole batting an eye over the intimate touching, but neither was anyone else around the pool area.

Another quick squirt of liquid, and then Jack was caressing his mother’s other boob. Finished there, he massaged up to her neck, and then did each arm. Then he reloaded his palm while he scooted to his right on his knees. Jack next placed his hands on Nicole’s right thigh, working the lotion into her skin, kneading her like dough. Megan felt her breath catch as Nicole slowly opened her legs, and then Jack’s hands were working on her inner thighs.

Even that display of public fondling didn’t prepare Megan for what came next. To her utter amazement, Jack drew his right hand up between his mother’s legs, his palm sliding across the little strip of blonde hairs while his fingers slid slickly along Nicole’s vulva. She spread her legs even wider, and Jack was now using both his hands, the left caressing her groin while his right slid up and down, again and again over his mother’s sex. Megan would have even sworn that for just a moment two of the boy’s fingers slid up inside her. She was astounded. This couldn’t be normal. Nudists or not, allowing a young boy to touch his mother between her legs… that couldn’t be considered normal, could it? And yet, again, nobody seemed to be paying the slightest bit of attention to them, and Nicole was simply lying there as if Jack were massaging her elbow.

Megan’s heart was racing and her throat was suddenly parched. Just when she thought it was going to become even more overtly sexual, if it hadn’t already, Jack got more lotion, then began on her left thigh. From there he did both calves and her feet. Megan noticed that his little cock was quiveringly erect.

Through it all, Nicole didn’t say a word, or make any move at all except to have spread her legs for her son. Finishing with her feet, Jack seemed to be satisfied. Then he looked at her. “Do you want me to do lotion for you, Aunt Megan?” the boy asked.

“N… no,” she croaked.

“Oh, let the boy put lotion on you,” Nicole said, speaking at last, but still not moving at all.

“I… I don’t…” Megan began, but she had no idea what to say.

Nicole made a sound of exasperation. “Don’t be such a prude, Megs. It’s perfectly innocent,” she said. “He’s just a little boy.”

But Megan knew he wasn’t just a little boy. The throbbing erection between his coltish legs said he wasn’t a little boy. The way he’d begged her to touch it earlier said he wasn’t a little boy. The fact that he’d sucked Shane’s cock and apparently let him and possibly other boys fuck him said that he wasn’t a little boy. The fact that he’d eaten out her pussy while she was sleeping most certainly said that he wasn’t a little boy. But mostly it was the hungry, knowing look in his sparkling blue eyes that said he wasn’t a little boy. However. Her pussy was tight and aching, already dripping between her legs. And Nicole had told her to let him. Pretty much insisted on it, in fact. She was in the clear on this one, wasn’t she?

“I… guess it would be okay,” she finally said.

“Hallelujah for common sense,” Nicole said dryly.

As Jack rose to his feet, boner bouncing, Megan took a look around the pool. She saw Shane off playing with some boys and girls his age, their nubile bodies glistening as they jumped and splashed and laughed and shouted. She and Nicole were situated on the shallow end of the pool, which held mostly under sixes. The only adult on their end of the pool, the only one likely to have seen the rather intimate application of suntan lotion from son to mother, was an overweight lady who looked to be in her sixties, and she seemed quite intent on the book she was reading.

Jack stepped to Megan’s right, his back to his mother. Right in Megan’s eye line was his stiff dick, the little acorn head shiny with a trickle of precum. Knowing what a horrible idea this was, but miraculously freed from guilt by her sister’s insistence, Megan adjusted her lounger so that it was flat, and she carefully lowered herself, taking a deep breath to steady herself. A quick glance to the side showed her that Nicole was still facing upward, presumably resting or even asleep. Megan’s heart was beating rapidly, and fighting panic, she slid her eyes closed.

It didn’t take long. She could hear the snap of the lotion lid, the squirt of the liquid, and then she tensed until she felt the firm warmth of Jack’s small hands on her stomach. The lotion had already warmed in the sun, and as Jack spread it around it felt somehow even more sexual for the heat of it. She felt her nipples already hardening and the boy was still caressing her stomach and sides. Just under her ribcage, his hands left her and she heard the bottle squirt again.

She was being touched, she thought. By a boy. It was like one of her dreams, but a dream she’d never imagined would actually come true. Now here she was, lying in the warmth of the sun, her nose full of chlorine and coconut, and an eleven-year-old boy was… yes. He was back, and he was caressing her breasts. She bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. Her boobs were nowhere near as big as her sister’s, but still Jack used both of his small hands to stroke and squeeze. His palm was against her right nipple, sliding wetly in small, intimate circles, purposefully teasing her. Then she felt his fingers. He gently pinched her nipple, then tugged it lightly before describing small circles around it. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a burst of pleasure ripple through her.

His hands left her, and she heard the squirt of the bottle again. Then he was back, having to lean further over her to reach her left breast, and she felt something against her arm. It took only a moment before she realized what it was. Jack was gently humping his precum-slicked eleven-year-old dick against her. As he caressed her left breast, hands and fingers teasing her swollen nipple, she moved her arm slightly to the right, giving him more surface area to rub against. The heat of his preteen cock against her arm made her pussy spasm, just imagining it rubbing other places.

Thinking the pleasure would somehow last forever, Megan was disappointed when Jack’s hands left her to get more lotion. Then his cock was back, and his hands were on her upper chest, her neck and shoulders, and then he was reaching far across her to apply lotion to her left arm. She could feel his slick, hot penis against her right wrist, and not even thinking about it, she shifted her arm a bit until she could rub the back of her hand against his stiffness.

When he pulled back, she thought she’d gone too far and she was about to apologize when she heard the squirt of the bottle once again. At that time, it took a moment for her brain to catch up, so she had just barely prepared herself when she felt Jack’s hands on her right thigh. Even expecting it, his touch made her tense up, but the moment he began to caress her leg she was able to relax into it. Her legs slowly spread without a conscious thought.

At the moment Jack’s hands slid to her inner thigh, she once again felt the kiss of his fevered penis against the back of her hand. It pulsed there, searing her as he pressed into her and then his hands were climbing higher. She couldn’t help it. She gasped when his hand slid up over her pussy. She took a shuddering breath, hardly daring to believe it as his palm pressed against her small pubic bush, putting pressure on her swollen and throbbing clitoris, and then she felt his fingers against her lips, touching her wetness.

Megan shuddered as pleasure surged through her. Barely thinking, she twisted her hand, taking Jack’s hard little cock into her fist. She felt it jerk strongly, and she squeezed it as his fingers slid in slick circles over the swollen lips of her cunt. Then he was rubbing up and down, his cupped hand sliding over her lips then up over her mound, then back down again. She began to move her hand back and forth, aided by the slickness of his dripping precum, the hot four-inch cock so perfect in her tight grip.

Megan could hear Jack’s panting breath now, and she was afraid to do anything other than lie there and feel his touch while jacking his gorgeous penis, sure that if she looked around she’d see everyone pointing, gasping in horror as she molested a preteen boy in public, feet from his own mother. She wasn’t even sure she cared, surrendering herself to the pleasure as she felt two of Jack’s small fingers slide into her pussy. She trembled as an orgasm rocked through her, her jaw clenched as she tried to keep from crying out. His fingers were moving inside her, rapidly fingering her, the sound of it akin to the squirting of the lotion bottle.

Suddenly Jack’s fingers stopped, while her pussy continued to contract and suck at the buried digits, and in her hand his penis jerked and she felt the sudden sting of his watery, preteen emission splatter against her side.

“Did you bring any snacks, Mom?” she heard, and she quickly moved her hand, catching a tiny spritz of hot jizz in the palm of her hand. The voice was Shane’s, and Jack’s fingers quickly left her pussy. She could feel that Jack was carefully wiping his fingers against her towel. Megan closed her fingers around the slimy droplets in her hand, feeling them seep into the grooves of her closed fist, before spreading her hand against the towel, subtly wiping it. Another squirt of lotion, and then Jack was rubbing her calves, as if nothing had happened.

“There’s a Ziploc bag of cookies in my tote,” Nicole said.

Jack very quickly finished off her calves and feet and then he said, “Gimme some,” and she felt him leave her. She tried to calm herself, sure her pointy nipples and wet pussy were obvious to everyone around her. In a panic, she felt liquid running down her side and knew it was Jack’s thin boycum. She quickly turned onto her side.

Nicole was also on her side, looking over at her, and as the boys stuffed the nearly empty Ziploc bag back into the tote and ran for the pool, her older sister said, “Kid has magic fingers, doesn’t he?”

“I… yes,” Megan said, sure her sister knew. She had to know. How could she not know? Her face was burning.

“Both the boys give great massages, too,” Nicole said, rolling onto her back again. “I’ve trained ’em well.” She chuckled. “Don’t worry, sis, we’ll get you to relax and enjoy your vacation eventually. After dinner, I’ll have Shane give you a massage. You’ll love it.” Then she laughed. “Probably not as much as he will, of course.” She snorted laughter. “Boys.”

*

A little later, the boys begged her to go swimming with them. She found herself amid a gaggle of cute boys, ranging in age from about nine to fourteen. They played around, splashing each other, dunking, wrestling. Just general horseplay. However, watery horseplay with a bunch of pubescent boys took on a whole new tone when all the participants were naked. She felt more than one hand slide over her boobs, her ass, even between her legs. She got her own share of contact, finding more than one boyish erection pressed against her stomach or ass, or with unerring accuracy, right into her hand.

The boys bounced around her, treading water and staring at her with sparkling, excited eyes. Shane and Jack were surprisingly possessive, sticking close to her and literally cock-blocking some of the other boys at times. Shane, shy up till then, found some freedom in the obscuring anonymity of the water, and she felt his healthy teen erection pressed against her hip more than once.

Finally, a bit exhausted and overstimulated, Megan begged off and climbed up out of the pool. She made her way around the pool, surprising herself with the level of comfort she felt, walking naked in front of so many people.

Nicole rose to her elbows as Megan returned and said, “Let me guess… a sea of boners, right?”

Megan laughed, surprised as well with her growing ability to talk about such things with her sister. “Something like that,” she said with a grin.

“The redhead out there?” Nicole said, nodding in the direction of a cute boy of about fourteen who’d been among the boys swimming with her. “Last time I made the mistake of swimming with the boys he came up behind me, copped a feel and, strike me down if I’m lying, got the tip in me.”

“He did not!” Megan said, laughing.

“If I’m lying, I’m dying,” Nicole said, putting up a hand to show she was swearing. “Grabbed two handfuls, got that thing up between my legs and gave it a shove. I about shit.”

“What did you do?” she asked, excited despite herself.

“Oh, I gave a bit of a yelp and he backed off quick. Swore it was an accident, apologized. Of course, for the next month he got a hard-on every time he saw me.” She shook her head with a smile. “Boys.”

*

It was after six when Nicole finally wrangled the boys together. As they walked back home, Jack kept talking about how pruney his fingers were and wondered openly about why his penis wasn’t pruney, but Shane’s was, to which Shane pointed out that Jack’s brain was pruney. Nicole allowed that both boys had valid points.

Before reaching the door to to the townhouse, Nicole suggested pizza, which earned her a cheer from the boys. Inside, Nicole headed to the kitchen, and Megan followed, while the boys ran upstairs. Megan helped her sister unload her tote, and they put all their towels in the laundry, then they headed upstairs to shower off the chlorine and suntan lotion, parting at the top of the stairs.

Megan heard her sister’s bedroom door snick shut just before she reached the hall bathroom that she shared with the boys. She could hear the shower already running, but the door was open. She noticed that the boys never seemed to close either the bathroom door or the door to their bedroom. She’d already encountered Jack on the toilet earlier in the day, the boy happily informing her that he was pooping. She thought there was something to be said for a bit of privacy.

Of course, not caring about privacy had certain benefits as well, she thought as she looked into the bathroom. The hall bathroom was even larger than Nicole’s en suite, designed for multiple people with a double sink and room for a small sitting bench. The shower was large, about eight feet long and four wide, with two separate rain shower heads to promote family togetherness, she supposed. Either end of the shower had a tiled, built-in bench. On one of the benches, Jack sat, his legs spread, leaning back against the wall. Kneeling in the spray of water from overhead, Shane was busily sucking his brother’s cock.

Jack saw her as she appeared in the doorway and smiled at her. Intent on his task, Shane didn’t notice her. Jack motioned her forward, and unable to help herself, drawn to the erotic spectacle, she eased forward.

It was a scene straight from her fantasies. Shane had his full lips wrapped tightly around his brother’s four-inch cock, sliding up and down the thin shaft, his cheeks sucked in as he applied vacuum. His eyes were closed, obviously not just servicing his brother, but greatly enjoying what he was doing, as further evidenced by his steely erection.

Jack was grinning at his aunt, and as she watched, he put his hands on his brother’s head, guiding him up and down while making lewd faces at her. Megan felt her hand caressing her pussy, surprised that she’d done so unconsciously, and Jack’s eyes glittered with lust as he watched her petting herself. She felt a moment of guilt, letting the eleven-year-old see her like that, but considering the little scamp had gotten her off twice already that day, she realized the guilty feelings were too little and too late. When he motioned that she should join them in the shower, she barely hesitated.

Shane looked up as she opened the door, letting his brother’s slick little boner slide out of his mouth, where it quivered. He stared up at her guiltily, so Megan figured the best way to play things would be to just ignore the incestuous display.

“Oh, that feels nice,” she said, stepping under the showerhead. She rubbed her short brown hair. “That chlorine is going to ruin my hair,” she said. Then she looked down at Shane, who was still kneeling on the floor and looking up at her with a jumble of mixed emotions chasing one another across his handsome face. “Could you hand me the shampoo, Shane?”

The thirteen-year-old stood, cock swaying stiffly, and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from a recessed shelf and handed it to her wordlessly. She looked down at his swaying cock, then back up to his eyes. She gave him a smile and then sprayed some shampoo into her palm before handing the bottle back to him. “Thanks, sweetie,” she said.

“Hey, you didn’t finish,” Jack complained.

Megan looked over to see the eleven-year-old squeezing his cock while Shane glared at him. After a few tense moments, Megan said, “Well, don’t let me interrupt. I just had to get this chlorine off. You boys go back to what you were doing.”

“See?” Jack said. “She doesn’t care. C’mon, I didn’t get to cum yet.”

“I’ll do it later,” Shane said softly through gritted teeth.

“That’s no fair,” Jack pouted.

Curious now for some morbid reason, Megan wondered if she could get the boys to resume, willingly performing a sex act in front of her. Jack was a little horndog, so she knew he wasn’t an issue, but Shane had been shy and awkward around her since she’d arrived. She didn’t know why it was suddenly so important to her, but she really wanted to see if she could get the older boy to expose himself like that.

“I’m sorry, Jacky,” she said, enjoying the childish nickname. “You boys looked like you were having fun and I’ve gone and ruined it. Shane, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Don’t stop on my account.” Then she went over and cupped Jack’s face. She turned to face Shane. “Besides, how can you say no to this pouty face?”

Shane was exploring her face. “You really don’t care?”

Megan made herself shrug nonchalantly, as if she saw pubescent boys giving each other blowjobs every day. “Your mom told me you boys are… open with one other,” she finished a bit lamely. “I was the one who intruded, so you shouldn’t have to stop because of me.”

“Mom said we weren’t supposed to do stuff in front of you yet,” Shane said after a few moments of thought.

Yet? Megan thought. Nicole must have known she’d run across the boys’… activities, eventually. “Well, I think that was for public areas of the house. Like in the living room last night. The bathroom is private, so you should be able to do what you want.”

“Are you gonna… watch?” he asked.

“I’m gonna… shower,” Megan answered, matching his tone. Then she stepped back under the spray. “What you boys do is up to you.”

Megan lathered up her hair, not exactly looking at the boys, but not exactly looking away either. Shane stared at her a few long moments, evaluating. Then he walked over to his little brother and bent down to talk softly to him. Something Shane said caused Jack to look over at her with a grin, and then he rose to his knees on the bench, his left profile to her.

Shane took a seat on the bench, sitting on his left leg and facing his brother. Locking eyes with Megan, as if daring her to look, he took his little brother’s still-hard dick between his fingers, leaned forward, and began to circle the little glans with his tongue.

Megan felt almost as if she’d been punched in the stomach, except the punch was lower than that and it didn’t cause her pain, but pleasure. They were no more than four feet from her. It was like having a front seat to creation. The wonder, the splendor of it, an erotic masterpiece. She watched, staring now she fully realized, as Shane’s lips parted and slid over the pink glans, then closed over it, around it, before sliding slowly downward, taking inch after inch of Jack’s slim preteen prick into his mouth. Then, as if upping the ante, Shane’s hand dropped to his lap, took that big teen cock in his fist, and he began to stroke it.

Soap. She needed soap. Licking her lips against a mouth gone dry, she fumbled for a nearby bottle of body wash and squirted entirely too much into her palm. Then she began to soap her breasts, or at least make a show of that. In fact, she was simply feeling herself up, and there was no doubt the boys knew it. She gasped a little as she pinched and pulled at her right nipple with her left hand. Meanwhile, her right hand was snaking downward, leaving a slick trail of liquid soap until her hand sank between her legs and she hunched over at the explosion of pleasure that rocked through her.

Shane’s mouth moved back and forth on his little brother’s cock while he stared avidly at his aunt. Jack, also watching her, had his hands on his brother’s head and he was humping his skinny hips, driving his stiff four-inches into his brother’s hot, hungry mouth. Below, Shane’s fist was steadily stroking his five-inch cock, the head looking red and swollen.

Megan shuddered as she slid a finger into her tight pussy, feeling it suck at her. She added a second, blatantly fingering herself in front of the hungry eyes of the two young boys, gasping as another orgasm took her to her knees. Seeing that, Shane grunted around his brother’s dick, and in his fist his cock jerked and spewed a streamer of watery jizz that splashed against Jack’s thigh. It was quickly followed by another and then a third, the searing liquid dripping down the younger boy’s hairless leg as Jack stiffened and thrust forward a final time, holding Shane’s head while he shook, and Megan could imagine the tiny droplets that were spitting out of his cute little cock.

Breathing heavily, Megan pushed herself upward on rubbery legs. Still staring at the boys, she saw Jack slowly pull backward until his slimy cock slid from Shane’s sensuous lips. Moving just a bit forward, the softening prick lay obscenely against Shane’s cheek. Just above that shiny tube of flesh, Shane’s eyes continued stare hungrily at her, all traces of his earlier shyness eradicated by the shared experience. In his fist, which was dripping hot boyjuice, his cock continue to throb, not having lost an ounce of stiffness.

As Megan stood there under the water, staring at Jack’s softening cock against his brother’s lips, at Shane with his stiff, dripping cock still gripped tightly in his fist, she realized what she’d just done. She looked at the open bathroom door, realizing then that Nicole could have walked in at any moment and seen… everything. True, she hadn’t touched the boys, but she could never make the argument that she hadn’t molested them in some way. Masturbating in front of an eleven and thirteen-year-old had to be illegal, right? Nicole would know, as a lawyer, but that wasn’t exactly the sort of subject you broached with the mother of the boys you just molested. Or something.

Rinsing quickly, Megan didn’t even bother taking the time to dry herself, she just hurried to her room, dripping water into the hall carpet. Safely behind her door, she dried off using a white terry-cloth robe hanging on the back of the door. She’d looked as she left the bathroom and seen that her sister’s bedroom door was still closed, so there was that. The question that had a ball of ice forming in her chest was, would Shane say something to his mother? Megan wasn’t so much worried about Jack. The boy had a natural sort of sneakiness about him, and he obviously knew how to keep a secret. Having pushed past Shane’s shyness with her, would he turn on her? She just didn’t know, and the uncertainty had her mind spinning with nightmare scenarios.

Realistically, the nightmare would come or it wouldn’t, and there was nothing she could do about it. Figuring that the best play would be to simply pretend that nothing had happened unless something happened to change that, Megan gathered herself, straightened her spine, and left her room. She glanced into the boys’ room as she passed, seeing Shane on his stomach on the bed, his perfect, tanned bubble butt a glorious pinnacle for his winking pink anus and his big balls below. Beside him sat Jack, with his back against Shane’s headboard, as always, gently masturbating himself as the boys talked. Jack looked up at her as she passed, looked as if he was about to say something, but Megan didn’t stop, unable to face them yet.

Downstairs, she was heading for the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Being right there, she went ahead and opened the door, although she wasn’t sure if it was her place as a guest. Of course, masturbating in front of her nephews wasn’t her place either, so the door seemed a small infraction at best.

“Yes?” she asked, seeing a nice-looking guy there in the uniform worn by the gate guards. She thought it was funny just how odd it now seemed to see someone dressed. He did look familiar to her though.

The guy smiled and held up two square boxes. “Pizza.”

Of course, she thought. They wouldn’t allow pizza delivery guys inside. They’d have to leave it at the gate. “Thanks so much”, she said, taking the warm boxes. The smell of pepperoni made her stomach rumble. “Do I owe you something…?”

He chuckled, and said, “All paid for by Ms. Bennington, and no, a tip isn’t necessary. I can see you don’t have pockets.”

And that’s when Megan recognized him. He was the man from the day before, the one swinging the little boy. The one with the tiny penis. She remembered Nicole saying that all the employees around the community were also residents. She wished he was nude so that she could examine him more closely. She knew herself to be strictly a boylover now, but the thought of a grown man, and a handsome one at that, with a boy-sized penis… well, the idea was intriguing. She didn’t ask to see it though, and simply thanked him and closed the door.

“Pizza!” she shouted, and immediately heard what she knew had to be Jack’s oversized feet hit the ground.

Sure enough, before she could even get to the kitchen the boy was at her side. “Mmmm, smells so good,” he said.

With him so near, the smell of shampoo and clean boy was in her nose, and she had to agree. “At least let me put it down,” she laughed, as Jack attempted to open the top box in her hands.

A bit of Megan’s fear dissipated as she joked around with Jack. He was such a cute and funny kid, smart as a whip, sly in a way that surprised her, and he seemed to view sex as a sort of daily activity with no more significance than playing a game on his Playstation. He did seem to understand that not only was she uncomfortable with some of the things that were happening, but also the reasons why he should be circumspect about it. It was Shane who was the big question mark in all this.

As if she’d summoned him with the thought, Shane came into the kitchen and gave her a look she couldn’t quite interpret; part lust, part confusion, and she thought a bit of adoration still as well. She couldn’t help but notice that his penis was once again the cute little nubbin that she found so adorable.

Shane grabbed a few paper plates from the pantry, put them on the table, and helped himself to several slices of pizza. Megan had wondered at the two pies, but now she wondered if two would be enough. Pubescent boys ate like bears about to go into hibernation. The boys had already emptied one of the boxes between them.

As Shane was grabbing his pizza, Nicole finally joined them, all smiles. She nuzzled Jack’s neck, causing the boy to giggle and nearly lose his plate. Apparently sensing something in her older son’s mood, she went to him, hugging him from behind, and Megan stopped breathing for a moment as she watched them from the corner of her eye. Nicole bent down and spoke softly to Shane, who shook his head. Her arms were around his slim body, her left on his smooth chest, petting him gently, and her other hand lower, fingers very near the boy’s tiny strip of new pubes. It seemed a very intimate embrace, but also very motherly.

Finally, Shane nodded to something his mother said, and she kissed him on the cheek, then released him, patting him fondly on his firm bubble butt. Nicole looked at the table, where one box held nothing by grease stains, and the other was already missing a third of the pie. Megan had yet to take a piece and Nicole shook her head and mock glared at the boys. “You could leave us a little, couldn’t you, little piggies?”

The boys each stuck out their tongues at their mother. The corners of Jack’s cheeks were smeared with pizza sauce, making him look a bit like the Joker as he leered at his mom. Nicole turned to Megan. “Like a swarm of locusts, these boys.” Megan felt herself relaxing.

The rest of the meal was uneventful, except that the laughing and joking left Megan feeling much more calm as the fear slowly drained away. Even Shane kidded with her and was free with smiles. After dinner, she volunteered to clean up, an easy task considering they’d used paper plates, and Shane helped her, bumping her playfully with his body, and even blushing a bit again at the casual contact. Megan felt things were finally getting back to normal, if anything about her trip so far had been normal.

Of course, that was never going to last, and after dinner things went back to complicated very quickly.

“Well, after Rainforest and swimming and pizza, I think we ladies deserve a treat. What do you say, Megs?” Nicole said as Megan and Shane joined her and Jack in the living room after cleaning up in the kitchen.

“I… suppose,” Megan said uncertainly.

“There we go,” the blonde woman said with a smile. “Shane, I promised your Aunt Megan you’d give her one of your world famous massages,” Nicole said, and Megan felt her stomach rise up into her throat. Shane looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“That’s… okay,” Megan said. She gave a dismissive wave. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“Hey,” Nicole protested. “A promise is a promise. Shane loves giving massages, don’t you, Shaney?” she asked.

“Yeah?” Shane said, unconsciously making it a question.

“See?” Nicole grinned. “And my Jacky can give one to me. How about it, kiddo?”

“Okay, Momma,” the boy said with a grin.

“Massages for everyone!” Nicole laughed. When Shane and Megan didn’t move, Nicole hopped to her feet and herded everyone to the bottom of the stairs. “Up! Up! Relaxation awaits!”

Megan felt carried away in her sister’s exuberance, like flotsam in a stream, and she found herself practically forced up the stairs. At the top, Nicole peeled off, taking Jack by the hand and leading him to her bedroom. That left Megan and Shane standing awkwardly, watching them retreat.

Nicole ushered Jack into her room, then turned and smiled, saying, “Go!” with a laugh. “You won’t regret it, Megs. Magic fingers!” Then she shut her bedroom door.

The two continued to stand there, neither talking. The moment stretched out, and Megan finally said, “We don’t have to do this, Shane.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I don’t mind.”

“But I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I like giving massages,” the boy said, meeting her eyes for just a moment. The shy boy was back, which relieved Megan in a way. “Besides, Mom’ll know if we don’t. She’s, like, psychic.”

Megan chuckled. “I… okay, then. Let’s do this.”

Shane bit his lip, obviously thinking, and said, “Okay… well… go lay down on your bed. I gotta get something and I’ll be right back.”

So Megan went to her room, and with a fluttering stomach, lay face down on her bed. Shane was back quickly, and Megan turned her head to watch him enter her room. She couldn’t help but stare at the little fleshy button between his legs. She still marveled that something that tiny and cute could… well, best not to think about that, she told herself.

Shane turned and closed the door behind him, which made Megan nervous. Shouldn’t they keep the door open? But Nicole had closed her door. Megan wasn’t sure what to do, but Shane was coming to her holding up a bottle of something and she forgot to worry about it.

“Oil,” he explained. Then he stood at the bottom of the bed and looked around. “Do you want me to lower the lights or anything? Mom likes it dim. And I could put on some music or something if you want. Mom says it’s more relaxing.”

“I… whatever you think is best,” Megan said.

The boy chewed his lip for a moment, then said, “Well, I’ll get the light, but getting a playlist and the speakers and all that is a pain, so… if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine, Shane,” she said.

“Cool,” he said, then went to light switch and used the dimmer to lower the lights to something just above total darkness.

Apparently Shane had no problems seeing in dim light, as he found the bed unerringly and climbed up onto it. “You like oil, right?”

“Uhhh,” she said. “If I’m being honest, Shane, I’ve never had a massage before.”

“For reals?” he said.

“For reals,” she said with a smile he probably couldn’t see.

“Mom says I’m really good at it,” he said. Then he was on his knees, maneuvering until he was crouched over her on all fours before sinking back to sit on his heels between her legs.

She felt the dribbling oil on her back first. Shane did a slow figure eight, snapped the cap back into place, and then his hands were on her, spreading the oil over the small of her back. Tense at first, as he massaged up her spine, working out the tension, she relaxed into it. She wasn’t sure what a trained masseuse might be like, but Megan agreed with Nicole; Shane seemed to be very good at it.

Shane’s strong hands stroked her sides, then moved inward to work her spine, and then he’d move up a bit more and do it again, climbing higher and higher. He had nearly reached her shoulder blades when he reversed direction, going back downward. She was practically melting into the mattress. She’d never felt so luxuriously relaxed. However, when Shane reached the area where her waistband would normally be, she’d just naturally expected he’d stop, so it surprised her a bit when he didn’t. Of course, she was nude so there was no physical barrier there. She tensed a bit again when he continued down, his strong fingers working all the way down until they slipped into the crack of her ass, and then he moved outward, caressing each firm globe of her ass. While there was certainly an erotic component to it, it was also so soothing that she just relaxed. Even when he slid his hands to her inner thighs she didn’t tense, and he didn’t try anything.

More oil, and then Shane’s magic hands were working themselves up along her back again. She was practically dozing when it occurred to her why her nephew had stopped below her shoulder blades before. From his position kneeling between her legs it was apparently a bit of a stretch to go any higher. As his hands slid up toward her shoulders, she realized just how much of a stretch; first, because of the extra pressure of his hands as he used them to support more of his weight, but more importantly, because of the sudden heat sandwiched in between each of her asscheeks. She hadn’t felt its touch before, but she knew what it was instantly.

Megan felt the boy’s cock pulsing there against her ass as his fingers kneaded her shoulders and then he was moving back to her upper back, causing his dick to slide backward, and then he was back. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the boy was purposefully humping against her, sliding his oiled cock in the groove of her ass. She felt her pussy suddenly wake up and take notice.

“Shane,” she said softly.

He eased back quickly, once more sitting on his heels. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I… it was a accident.”

Megan knew there’d been nothing accidental about it. Well, maybe when it had first touched her, but not the humping. She decided to let it go. Especially if it meant more of his wonderful hands working on her body. “It’s okay,” she said.

Shane scooted down then, back toward the foot of the bed. Then he began to work her legs. Once again, it started off innocent and extremely soothing. But as his hands worked upward, sliding strongly along her inner thighs toward her center, her pussy reminded her that there was a naked and no doubt sexually aroused thirteen-year-old caressing her body. Shane stopped short of touching anything he shouldn’t, but that didn’t stop her body from wanting it, no matter how much her mind told it to shut up and mind its own business. She knew she was wet, and she wondered if Shane could smell her excitement.

Shane had reached her feet, using both of his hands on each foot, stroking the arches with enough firmness for pleasure, but not tickling. Oil-slickened fingers slid sensuously between her toes, and then he finished with both feet and just stopped.

The lack of movement, of his wonderful touch, went on for nearly a minute before Megan finally spoke. “Shane? You okay?”

“I… uh… you need to turn over?” he said, once again making it a question.

Oh, she thought. Well, it made sense. And he was being good. And it was just a massage. Right?

“Ummm, okay,” she said, then she felt Shane shift a bit, and being careful not to kick him, she turned over. She considered just keeping her eyes closed. It would make things easier somehow. Her curiosity got the better of her though, and she squinted through mostly closed eyelids. Shane was at the end of the bed, sitting on his heels, and rising up between his legs was his powerful teen cock. She closed her eyes as her cunt tightened and a tiny ripple of pleasure took her.

She felt him move. Even that made her pussy tingle. Stupid, but there it was. She flinched as she felt the oil once again dribbling onto her skin; this time against her flat stomach. She felt it begin to drip down her side, but Shane was there quickly, catching the stream, and then his hands were sliding over her body.

A shudder went through Megan as Shane began to massage her middle. His hands slid firmly but gently down to just above her pubic hair, then slid to the sides, caressing her hips, his thumbs digging tenderly into the muscles of her groin. Then he was sliding upward again, but he hesitated, his hands just below her ribcage.

“I’m… just gonna do like I do for Mom. Okay?” Shane said softly.

“Just… yes. Just… whatever you do,” she finished, a bit flustered. She was worried where this would go, but Nicole was the one who told her to let Shane massage her. He was just going to massage her like he would his own mother, so… that should okay. Right?

Megan immediately thought of Jack and his enthusiastic application of suntan lotion as Shane moved to crouch atop her, basically sitting on her lower stomach, but supporting most of his weight on his legs. Most of his weight. She felt what she realized must be the thirteen-year-old’s testicles brushing her pubic hair. Then his hands were sliding over her breasts, the spice of the oil nothing like the smell of coconut suntan lotion but Shane’s hands massaging her boobs put her right back on that lounger in the sun with Jack’s smaller hands eagerly groping her. And just like that time, her pussy was dripping and sending tingles racing throughout her body.

If anything, Shane was even more practiced with his touch than his little brother, and he was soon twisting and pinching her aching nipples, making her moan with pleasure. She could buy that Shane oiled his mother’s breasts. Nicole was open with her body, and of course she’d seen her allow Jack to spread lotion over her generous bosom. But there was no way she let the boy play with her nipples like this. This was all Shane and his obvious attraction to her. She didn’t stop him though. The pleasure was too intense, her desire for the boy, which had grown exponentially since her arrival, was just too strong to ignore.

Knowing it was wrong, but unable to stop herself, her mind a whirling, chaotic jumble of erotic imagery, she lifted the arms that had been lying limply at her sides, and she found Shane’s knees. The boy hesitated for a moment, still holding a swollen nipple between the fingers of each hand, but then he continued, his oiled fingers caressing and teasing and sending arcing sparks of pleasure through her body and her brain alike.

As if possessed, shocked by what she was doing but powerless to do anything about it, her hands crept upward over Shane’s smoothly muscled, hairless thighs. Her thumbs firmly traversed the quivering muscles under that youthful flesh, her fingers dancing lightly, skipping upward. She slowly caressed his inner thighs, her hands converging, coming closer and closer together, and closer and closer to her goal.

A part of Megan screamed at herself to stop, but that was a small voice in a vast storm of carnal energy. Shane’s thighs were trembling under her sliding hands and the part of her that knew what a horrible idea this was had just enough strength to allow her to keep her eyes closed, as if not seeing her sin would somehow absolve her of it. Shane continued to tease her nipples, and then her fingers were there, at the very root of him.

The culmination of days of near constant lecherous thought was realized as Megan wrapped both of her hands around Shane’s beautiful cock. His hands fell away from her, but she didn’t care; she was getting more than enough pleasure simply touching this object of her deepest desires.

She caressed it gently, her fingers discovering all its secrets; the smoothness of the shaft, the satiny texture of the skin, the underlying arteries and veins. She did something she’d wanted to do from the moment she’d seen him; she ran a loving finger along the base of him, amid those sparse, silky hairs. She could hear Shane breathing hard, and as her left hand lightly clutched his throbbing cock it jerked in her fist and she felt a small stream of hot liquid slide over her finger.

Megan brought her right hand back to the thirteen-year-old’s cock and found the thin stream of dripping precum. She twisted her fist around the shaft, then moved her hand down to the base, his dick pulsing strongly. Then she stroked upward until she felt the flaring ridge of his glans. Shane trembled and took a shuddering breath as her hand slid up over his spongy cockhead, squeezing it gently, feeling another rivulet of precum slide over her finger. She twisted her fist again and Shane gasped.

“I… I’m gonna…” he croaked hoarsely.

“Not yet,” she said softly, sliding her hand downward, away from his sensitive crown. She opened her eyes, seeing her hand wrapped around the boy’s magnificent penis. She slid her left hand over the firm rise of his pulchritudinous ass and pulled him, at the same time yanking gently on his cock.

Shane knew what she wanted, and he used his arms to lift himself and slide forward until his knees were on either side of her head. Megan reached underneath him with her left hand, pushing his big, hairless balls forward. Then, taking the irrevocable step, she gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth.

Shane’s moan, in his scratchy adolescent voice, sent a shudder through her. She ran her tongue over the largish orb in her mouth, feeling the crepe-paper texture of his hairless scrotum. She was careful not to hurt him, sucking just hard enough to excite. Then she switched to his other ball, unable to take both in her mouth at the same time. As she lavished his nuts with attention, her fist slowly rode up and down on his slick shaft.

Once again the boy began to make whining sounds, letting her know he was close. She released him then, and clutched his waist, arms straining, lifting him bodily as she slid out from underneath him. Shane found himself on his back, staring up at her while she looked down at his quivering erection. She rolled to her stomach, her left fist wrapping around his cock, lifting it, and then it was in her mouth.

Megan felt her eyelids fluttering as the taste of the boy filled her mouth. Hot, musky, meaty and sweet, the flavor of Shane’s cock melted into her, through her, filling her body and mind. Rampant and wild, youthfully fresh and exuberantly feral. She lowered her mouth, feeling the smoothness of his shaft as her lips slid over it, feeling it filling her mouth. Relaxing, she allowed her lips to settle amidst the sparse silky hairs at the base as the head of his cock slid into her throat. She stopped then, listening to Shane breathing heavily, feeling the throbbing of his young cock, letting the moment and the sensations burn into her.

With all of Shane’s cock stuffing her mouth, she realized with a bit of surprise that he wasn’t really as big as she’d imagined. She’d had bigger cocks in her mouth, but of course Shane was still a boy. She guessed he was a smidge under five inches, and perhaps an inch-and-a-half thick. It was already an average-sized adult cock, but on his small, slim body it just looked so much bigger. Not that she was complaining.

Neither was Shane, as she began to hungrily work her mouth up and down on his teen dick, making greedy noises as she bobbed her head, stopping at the top each time to swirl her tongue around the thick glans, to taste his leaking precum, to suck it gently into her mouth and over her taste buds. Megan realized she was practically sobbing with pleasure. Years now of dreaming of this, of having a young boy’s cock in her mouth, of pleasuring him in this way. She felt her resistance beginning to melt away.

Megan reached up between Shane’s legs, gently cupping his hairless nuggets, feeling their sweaty warmth against her palm. With her right hand, she gripped the base of his cock and slowly drew upward, sucking strongly now at his spongy glans. Still sucking at his flared cockhead, she raised her eyes to find the boy staring at her avidly, his eyes burning with lust.

Megan realized in that moment just how badly she wanted to fuck the boy, to feel his teen cock sliding into her greedy pussy. That thought brought her back to the reality of what she was doing. She was sucking her thirteen-year-old nephew’s cock just down the hall from his own mother. She almost fled in that moment, but she knew how cruel that would be to Shane. Not to mention how badly she needed this; needed to feel his hot boycum splashing against her tongue.

Her cold dose of reality didn’t interrupt her blowjob. In fact, she simply went at it with renewed effort, feeling a sense of urgency as she thought about how easily Nicole could walk into her room and catch her in the act. Eyes locked with her nephew, she worked her mouth up and down, taking his cock to the hilt again and again, faster and faster, listening to Shane’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“Gonna… gonna go,” Shane suddenly said in a strained voice, his limbs beginning to tense.

Megan decided that she wanted to see it. Needed to see it. She back up, her fist now riding his shaft as she leaned in and sucked at his frenulum, her lips pressed firmly to that little spot, feeling the flared ridge of his glans against her upper lip. Shane suddenly gasped and Megan saw the first jet of watery cum just before it careened off her forehead. The next thin streamer arced up and splashed against Shane’s stomach, while Megan opened her mouth to catch the final little squirt, her eyes closing as she savored the boy’s sweetness. Feeling wet heat dripping over her fingers, she took his crown back into her mouth, sucking lightly to get the last drops while Shane squirmed from overstimulation.

Megan released him then, licking her fingers clean, then sliding upward to rasp her tongue across his stomach, wanting every last bit of his watery offering. Collecting the last of it, she slid up even further, until she was crouched over him, face to face.

“Did you like that?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “It was great.”

Megan flinched as she felt a sudden bumping between her legs. Shane’s cock, still hard, lurched again, hitting her squarely between her swollen lips. She realized how easy it would be to simply slide back, to feel that beautiful thirteen-year-old cock sliding into her. Her mouth went dry as her heart hammered in her chest. Without even realizing she was doing it, she lowered herself just the slightest bit, her breath catching as she felt the tip of him lodge right at her entrance.

“Shane…” she said weakly.

“I…” he gasped, and then she gasped as he pressed upward, the thick head of his cock slipping inside her.

Megan jerked forward and then rolled to her side and off the bed, standing there with her breath rasping and a sense of yawning emptiness between her legs. “I… I can’t, Shane. I’m… I’m your aunt.” She realized how stupid that sounded with the taste of his boyish cum still on her tongue.

“But, Aunt Megan…” he began

She held up a hand. “I’m sorry, Shane. I… I just need to be alone for a bit. To think. I’m sorry.”

The boy rose to his feet, his throbbing erection swaying hypnotically. “Okay,” he said softly. “Thanks for… well, thanks.”

Thanks for sucking my cock, she thought. When the door shut behind him, she fell into her bed, feeling lost and confused.

End of chapter three.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter One

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1

There was a slight bit of turbulence in the Texas air as the plane made its descent. Megan Richards looked out her window, watching as the lights of Houston grew larger and brighter. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, but it wasn’t fear of the impending landing, but rather what awaited her on the ground.

Megan needed this vacation, but it scared her as well. She only got to see her older sister once a year, during her summer break. Megan taught sixth grade English at a public school in Pittsburgh. Nicole, “the successful one” according to their mother, was a divorced divorce attorney in Houston. Nicole had married early, and she’d had two sons. Shane had recently turned thirteen, she knew, while Jack would soon be twelve. The sisters alternated hosting their annual reunion, and the previous year Nicole and the boys had joined Megan in Pittsburgh, where she lived still with their mother in their childhood home. Two years before, when Megan had joined the family in Houston, she’d pretty much sealed her doom.

The realization had been slow in coming. There had been hints for years, she knew, looking back on it, but she hadn’t been fully conscious of it, at least not enough to put a name on it, until that last visit to Houston. In the two tortured years since then, Megan had accepted the fact that she was a boylover. Even saying it in her head sounded weird. Not wrong, exactly, but definitely weird.

Megan had always liked some of the boys in her classes more than she’d liked any of the girls. It wasn’t something she’d thought about, or ever quantified, but just another of those things that hit her upon reflection. She’d felt more comfortable around them. Found them… cuter. Not in a sexual or romantic way. At least not on the surface. Or so she told herself. In fact, for awhile, her sexuality had been a bit of a mystery to her.

She was no virgin. She’d had boyfriends throughout middle and high school. She’d lost her virginity in tenth grade, and she’d had a few lovers while she was in college. She’d just found herself dating less and less through her twenties. For awhile, she wondered if she might be gay. Or at least bi. She’d found herself growing more and more attracted to girls. Well, not actual underage type girls, but women. Petite women though, with short hair, smaller tits and, she’d realize later, an all-around boyish vibe. She’d experimented a bit, and while lesbian sex didn’t turn her off, she’d realized it just wasn’t what she was after. She hadn’t been hit by that particular epiphany until her last trip to Houston.

Megan didn’t consider herself a prude. Far from it, she felt, but Nicole… well, her sister had always been a bit out there. Even as a girl, she’d lost her virginity at twelve and had gone through boys like tissue paper all through her school years. So it was no big surprise to anyone when she’d gotten engaged to Steve, to find out that he was a nudist. There was even a rumor that he’d done a couple of porn films when he was younger. No, the surprise was that they wanted to get married in the nude. Megan went to the wedding, but their parents refused. Megan figured that it would just be a phase, but as the marriage continued, and the boys were born, the family continued to live their nudist lives. Or naturist, as Nicole always insisted.

Whenever their sisterly reunion was held in Houston, Megan had swallowed her discomfort and had eventually just gotten used to Nicole and Steve and the kids running around in the buff. She was always invited to join them in their casual nakedness, and they never pressured her, but she just didn’t feel comfortable outside of a bikini. Despite Nicole’s assurances to the contrary, Megan just couldn’t help but think that her brother-in-law’s big, flopping penis was a sexual display rather than the expression of freedom and comfort they claimed. After the divorce, Megan thought it might stop, but it hadn’t. Nicole continued to maintain a clothing-free household, so Megan was used to seeing her sister and the boys naked on her visits. Without Steve there, she even felt comfortable enough at times to go topless. Until the boys began to get a bit older, that is.

Megan’s last visit to Houston, two years earlier, Shane had been eleven, and little Jack was nine. The boys had been two years younger, nine and seven, the last time she’d seen them nude, and while she’d been able to see the young men they’d become, they were still very much little boys. But seeing an eleven-year-old Shane had somehow been different from all her previous experiences with her nephews. He’d awoken something in her. Or, if not awoken, at least made her aware of something that had been growing inside her for some time. She’d been barely able to take her eyes off him the entire trip, and the sight of his pubescent nudity had filled her with a confused sort of tingling excitement. She hadn’t even realized what was happening until that first night, alone in her bed, as she fingered herself to an explosive orgasm while she fantasized about him naked and erect in her bed. Of course, she’d last seen it when it was a cute little nine-year-old boner, so she adjusted its size in her imagination.

She’d seen it the next day though. In fact, it seemed that eleven-year-old boys spent a good part of their day with erections. It honestly wasn’t a whole lot bigger than it had been at nine, but it somehow looked more… sexy. That was the difference from before, she knew. That was the change. That little erection had gone from being a cute little appendage to something infused with sexual potential. In her head at any rate. Nicole had laughed it off, seeing her reaction. That’s boys for you, she’d said. Indeed, nine-year-old Jack was hard on and off throughout the day as well, and seeing those bouncing little boners had Megan in a near constant state of nervous sexual excitement.

Back home in Pittsburgh after that last visit to Houston, Megan had found herself seeing every boy she encountered in a new light. She’d catch herself pausing on shows and commercials that featured cute, pubescent boys. In the grocery store, or out at a restaurant with friends, she’d find herself staring at the crotches of young boys, wondering if they were hard right then. Boys, she knew from her nephews, couldn’t seem to keep their hands away from their crotches, constantly shifting their little bits around, and she imagined every time she saw it that they were adjusting straining young erections.

The end of that August two years ago had brought as well the end of any doubt in Megan’s mind as to what she was; a boylover. She didn’t actually know that name yet. That would come a bit later, as she found herself searching the internet for information on what she was thinking of as her ‘condition’. It was the return to teaching though, with daily interactions with a new host of sixth-graders, that cemented the fact she was sexually attracted to pubescent boys. She felt herself practically humming with excitement every time she was near a cute boy. The look of him. The smell of him. The sound of his voice, raspy with adolescent growth. If she hadn’t been a crotch-watcher before, she certainly became one quickly, and with that came the realization that sixth-grade boys became erect just as often as her nephews had, despite having to wear clothes. She couldn’t often see a bulge, although she continually caught exciting glimpses, but the way boys tugged at their crotches and adjusted them, and hid them, or avoided standing at certain times, left no doubt as to the frequency of their youthful boners. She’d never been so grateful that signs of her own sexual excitement were more difficult to discern.

The internet eventually gave her a name for her ‘condition’. She latched onto the term boylover, not liking any of the more clinical or vulgar terms she found to describe her attraction. Also, while she was afraid to go look for the true boy pornography she knew must exist out there online, she was able to indulge herself in other ways. She discovered shotacon, and story sites which features tales of boys with women, or boys with men, or any other possible combination. She found amazing 3D art, which made the boys so much more real for her. She found that even just plugging ‘boys in briefs’ into an image search would provide her plenty of inspiration for fantasy.

Not that she dove headlong and heedlessly into her attraction. She’d fought it. For awhile. Who in their right mind would want to find themselves attracted to children? The idea shocked and repelled her, although perhaps not as much as it should have. At first, before the image searches fueled her, she’d concentrated on finding help, some answers, someone to whom she could talk. She’d quickly realized the futility, and even the danger, of that, and as her eyes continued to wander and she found herself in awe of this beauty she realized so few others could see, she gave herself over to it.

So, from the spark of seeing her nephew naked at eleven, her world had practically come to revolve around boys and the thought of boys. She wouldn’t say she was obsessed, but she hadn’t had sex in two years, not having any interest any longer in grown men, or even boyish women. It was the thought of boys, the sight of boys, the nearness of boys, that thrilled and excited her. Which all brought her here, two years later, with butterflies doing a jig in her stomach, about to touch down in Houston. She knew she’d once more find herself in the company of cute boys; boys who were now squarely in what she’d learned was called her AOA, or age of attraction. Boys who would be naked practically 24/7.

She was filled with equal amounts of excitement and dread. What if she couldn’t hide her reaction from her sister? Would her nephews recognize her hungry gaze for what it was? Their visit to Pittsburgh the previous year had been bad enough. Her nephews were gorgeous, and though they’d stayed clothed during the entire trip out of respect for their grandmother, Megan had still been treated to the sight of the then ten and twelve-year-old in their underwear on several occasions, and having them under her roof had been sweet torture. She was able to restrain herself at school, avoiding touching the boys for the most part, only indulging her desires by being near them, feeling their body heat, inhaling their pubescent perfume. Shane and Jack were her nephews though, and she’d been expected and even encouraged to hug them, to kiss them, to snuggle with them. She’d spent each day in a mixture of extreme sexual overload and fear of discovery. It had almost been a relief when they’d finally returned to Houston.

Now, a year later, she was heading back into the lion’s den.

After the plane arrived at the gate, Megan sat almost primly in her seat, letting the other passengers stream by her, preparing herself mentally. Which was ridiculous, she knew. It wasn’t as if the boys would be naked in the airport. Of course, her mind immediately went to an image of her nephews naked in the airport. Then she was distracted briefly by a boy passing her. Boys of any age above eight or so pinged her radar now, waiting for an evaluation of appropriate age and level of cuteness to be a suitable subject for ogling. She’d only gotten the barest glance as this boy passed, but her mind had registered him as cute. He was only about ten, but she knew how interesting he’d be in a couple of years and she was still able to admire the firm, round potential he had stuffed into his skinny jeans. Still, while a nice distraction, he wasn’t old enough to hold her interest for long. Sighing, knowing she couldn’t put it off any longer, she rose and made her shuffling way to the front of the plane.

Arriving at baggage claim, Megan searched the waiting crowds for naked boys, but she’d suspected that would a bit too much for which to hope. When she finally spotted her sister, she saw that Nicole was alone. Megan was grateful, knowing it would give her a bit more time to prepare herself before facing her nephews. The sisters greeted one another, hugging and smiling as they made their way out of the terminal.

Megan had to admit that her sister looked as good as ever. Tall and blonde and athletic, Nicole had always been the star of the family, the one the boys fawned over. Soccer, volleyball, basketball, track. Nicole had excelled at them all. She even won at puberty, being five-foot-eight by thirteen, with firm, cantaloupe-sized breasts. At thirty-five, she was five-ten and still in terrific shape; her ass taut, her DD-cup breasts still firm. Her honey-blonde hair was shoulder length and expensively styled. Her clothes screamed money.

In comparison, Megan was four years younger, four inches shorter, had mousy brown hair and more modest B-cup breasts, still firm thankfully. She struggled at the gym and at yoga class to keep her body firm and toned, something which seemed to come easily to her older sister. Although attractive, she’d never felt she compared favorably to Nicole, and she’d always been bookish compared to her older sister’s easy athleticism.

Still, Megan loved her sister, and while she sometimes felt a bit envious of her life, she didn’t feel any jealousy. She repeated that to herself as they exited the elevator into the parking garage and got into her sister’s new BMW, trying not to think about her own six-year-old Corolla. Thirty minutes later, when they passed the exit to Nicole’s home, her sister told her that she’d sold the house and that she and the boys had moved into a condo. Less maintenance, she explained. The women fell into a companionable silence as Megan watched the lights of Houston flow past them.

Paradise Cove, read the ornate signs on the walls to either side of the tall walls surrounding the condo complex. They pulled up to a guard shack and stopped as a nice-looking young black man in a blue and white uniform stepped out with a smile. “Good evening, Ms. Bennington,” the man greeted them as Nicole stopped and lowered her window. Nicole had kept her last name after the divorce so as not to confuse the boys.

“Hi, Isaac,” she said. “How’s Angela?”

“She’s doing well, ma’am,” he smiled. “Thank you for asking. Have a good evening,” he said as he stepped back and the large gates slowly slid open.

“You, too,” Nicole said, as she slid the window back up and pulled slowly through the gates. They were greeted by a cascading little waterfall, which occupied the center of a circular roundabout just past the gates which obscured the view of the private neighborhood. Then they were past it and the complex revealed itself to be large and lux, with a sparkling lake, pools and tennis courts. There were lush wooded areas sprinkled amidst townhouses and two-story apartment blocks.

“It looks really nice,” Megan said politely, then did a double take as they drove by one of the pools and she saw a young couple walking toward them with towels around their necks and nothing else. She craned her neck to look behind them as they drove by. “Nicole, were they…?”

“Nude?” Nicole asked, then laughed. “Megs, did I not mention that bit? It’s a naturist community, of course.”

“Of course,” Megan said a bit sourly, her heart suddenly pounding, imagining not just her adorable nephews nude, but an entire neighborhood full of naked boys. She really was doomed.

“You should see your face,” Nicole laughed. “Don’t judge! This is a nice place, Megs,” she said. “The boys love it. They have lots of friends they don’t have to have ‘the talk’ with before they come to the house. There’s a top-rated private school nearby which the boys love. Plus, it’s a safe neighborhood.”

“That explains the guard,” Megan said.

“They’re just there to keep out the looky-loos,” Nicole said as she pulled into a spot. “Here we are,” she said, shutting off the expensive sedan. She glanced at her watch and said, “It’s after eleven, but I’m sure the boys are still up. They’re excited about your visit.”

Megan had been half hoping that the later flight would give her a night to get used to the idea of being back in her sister’s home without having to actually see the boys, but she realized that perhaps this would be best. A quick look, then the boys would trot off to bed before they had time to realize she was staring. Even better, maybe she’d be able to keep herself from staring. As if.

Steeling herself, Megan got out of the car and moved around to the trunk to collect her luggage. “The boys can get them,” Nicole called, taking her keys from her purse. Resigned, Megan followed her sister, her heart already pounding.

Then they were through the front door, and it was young male voices, and brown limbs and dicks and dicks and dicks. So many dicks. Megan laughed as she was swarmed by her joyfully shouting nephews, trying desperately not to appear to be staring while her eyes drank them in like a starving castaway presented with a feast.

The boys wrapped her in hugs, and she couldn’t help an involuntary shudder of pleasure as she hugged them back, her hands glorying against their smooth, tanned flesh. She couldn’t believe how much they’d grown. Shane was deliciously thirteen. She guessed he was about an inch over five feet. He had his father’s chestnut hair down to his shoulders, chocolate brown eyes, and round, sensual features. His body was deeply tanned, slim and athletic, with a flat stomach and that V of muscle that led down to… a gorgeous, stubby little cock. Megan tried not to look, but her eyes were drawn back again and again as the boys danced around her, looking for hugs and kisses.

The thirteen-year-old’s soft cock was only a bit over two inches long, but surprisingly fat, looking to be mostly glans, with a little fan of dark, silky hairs radiating outward from the base. The hairs were all straight, almost looking as if they’d been drawn in with a very fine mascara pencil, but forming a very defined little strip about one inch high across the base of his penis. Down below was a pair of surprisingly large testicles, like cherry tomatoes, in a hairless pouch.

A month from his twelfth birthday, Jack was the real shocker. He was tall for his age, at nearly five feet, all slim, muscled smoothness. While Shane looked a lot like his father, Jack had his mother’s sharper features, blue eyes, and blond hair, bleached nearly white from hours in the sun, which had also tanned his slender limbs a golden brown. The surprise was down between his legs, bouncing around as he himself bounced with excitement. The eleven-year-old’s dick was even longer than his older brother’s. Nearly twice as long in fact, at nearly four inches, although it seemed much thinner. His little balls were smaller as well, grape-sized to Shane’s golf balls, and he was still completely hairless.

Megan was lost in a sea of noise and excitement, her eyes darting while trying not to ogle her nephews’ nude bodies, nervous about being caught while trying to participate in the rush of conversation as the boys tried to talk about what they’d been doing since they’d seen her last. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was likely no more than ten minutes, Nicole sent the boys out to grab her bags, sparking a stab of worry in Megan when she saw them going outside naked before her brain caught up with the reality of where they were living.

The boys moaned their disappointment when they were sent quickly off to bed, and then the sisters settled down with glasses of wine to talk and relax. Megan’s head was still swimming with the intoxication of Shane and Jack’s nudity and the wine just muddled her further. Claiming jet lag, she begged off from further reminiscing and went up to bed. Thirty minutes later, she lay shaking in the guest room, sweat cooling on her body as she felt the warmth of her orgasm seeping through her body, her mind still swirling with images of her naked nephews.

So doomed, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

*

The next morning Megan showered and dressed in a simple cotton sundress. In a nod to the nudist household she was in, she left off her bra, and decided that the faint shadow of her brown nipples through the white cloth was plenty daring enough. Downstairs she found her sister at the kitchen table with an open laptop before her and a stack of papers and folders in an open briefcase. Nicole was nude of course.

“Hey, Megs,” her sister greeted her with a smile, rising to hug her, her large, perfect breasts pressing against her own. Megan couldn’t help a quick look at the perfect little strip of dark blonde curls on her sister’s perfect little vulva. Then, “Sit, sit,” as Nicole went to the counter and took a mug, filling it from a carafe of coffee before placing it down before her.

The women then spent a few minutes on the catching up that they’d cut short the night before. They spoke at least once a week on the phone, so there was no big news to share, but it was nice just to be in one another’s company.

They were still laughing over a story from their childhoods when Nicole looked over Megan’s shoulder, smiled, and said, “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hey,” Megan heard a boyish grumble behind her, and she turned with a smile, a smile which froze on her face when she saw Jack standing in the doorway of the kitchen, yawning and stretching, sporting a major case of bedhead along with a major erection. She felt like her heart had stopped in her chest. As if time simply ceased to have any meaning and she was just lost in an eternal moment. Jack’s pubescent cock stood up stiffly, almost quivering, it seemed to her, with hardness. Nearly four inches long, about an inch thick, perhaps a bit less. It was certainly bigger than Shane’s had been at that age, and in every single way it exceeded all her fevered fantasies over the last several months.

“Where’s your brother?” Nicole asked, startling Megan and snapping her back into the time steam. Her sister asked the question casually, as if she were used to this display of rampant pubescent sexuality, and Megan realized that of course she was used to it, and a flash of envy burned through her. In fact, Megan saw that her sister, after a glance at her youngest son, had her attention on something on her laptop.

“He’s takin’ a shower,” the boy answered, strolling unconcernedly into the kitchen, erection bouncing. “Hi, Aunt Megan,” he smiled, and Megan nearly froze as that stiff young cock drew closer and closer, filling her vision. She felt her mouth begin to drop open in anticipation, and shook herself, shocked, as Jack leaned down and hugged her.

“He’s in the shower?” Nicole asked, clearly surprised enough to look up from her laptop.

“He wants to smell good for his girlfriend,” the blond boy’s teasing emphasis on the word apparent, but Megan barely heard him, her eyes filled with the boy’s firm little ass as he moved around the table to his mother.

“He means you,” Nicole smiled at her sister, accepting a hug and a kiss from her son, who then turned to grin at Megan while his mom’s arm wrapped around his skinny hips.

“Me?” Megan asked, a bit confused, head full of the image of mother and son, so blond and perfect, Jack’s throbbing young penis perhaps six inches from his mother’s lips.

“He’s in loooove,” Jack said in a teasing tone.

“No teasing your brother,” Nicole said, turning her head, then recoiling. “You almost poked me in the eye!” she said with an accusing laugh.

Jack giggled, then reached down and pushed his thumb against the base of his cock, moving it to horizontal and thrusting his hips. “Pew, pew!” he said. Then he turned and went to the counter, grabbing a bowl and a box of cereal.

“Boys and their toys,” Nicole laughed, smiling at her sister, who burned with jealousy.

Jack was happily slurping down spoonfuls of Apple Jacks when Shane came carefully into the kitchen a few minutes later, shoulder-length hair clean and carefully styled, smelling of soap and what Megan instantly recognized as a variety of Axe. Axe was very popular with her sixth-graders, and she’d been subjected to just about every variety they produced. She’d never claim it the best smelling stuff, but she so closely associated it with pubescent boys that the scent could inflame her. Jack immediately grinned around a full mouth of cereal, but he didn’t say a word after a warning glance from his mother.

“Nice of you to join us,” Nicole said, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Hey,” Shane said casually. His eyes caught Megan’s and he blushed very slightly as he smiled and said, “Morning, Aunt Megan.”

Megan was careful to maintain eye contact with the boy as he walked over to her, but as he was leaning down to hug her she glanced downward, both relieved and disappointed to see his penis still soft between his legs. As Shane straightened, Megan struggled to tear her gaze from his crotch, and she looked up guiltily from the stout little penis to see Shane look quickly away from her chest with his own guilt flashing in his eyes.

Where Jack’s ass was slim and athletic, Shane’s was fuller and rounder, but no less firm, and Megan found her eyes tracking it as the boy went to his mother, bending down for a hug and kiss, giving her a quick, winking peek at a pink anus.

As he straightened, Megan watched as her sister bent forward, her nose perhaps two inches from her son’s crotch. She made a show of sniffing and said, “Someone smells nice.” Jack snickered, and Shane blushed, quickly turning to grab his own bowl from the cupboard.

“Guy can’t take a shower without everybody crawlin’ up his ass,” the teenager grumbled.

“Language,” Nicole said, but she turned a grin to her sister.

“Shane and Megan, sittin’ in a tree…” Jack began under his breath, but cut off quickly with a yelp after a kick under the table from his mother.

As Shane sat down at the table and poured himself a bowl of cereal, Nicole’s phone rang. She picked it up and asked, “What’s up, John?” The boys both groaned.

Nicole gave them a sour look, listening to the call, and Shane, who’d sat at Megan’s left, leaned close and said, “That’s mom’s assistant.”

“Then take care of it,” Nicole said, looking perturbed. Finally, after listening for a minute, she gave a sigh and said, “Fine. Forty minutes.” The boys groaned again.

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.” Then, turning to Megan, “I’m sorry, Megs. I told them I was taking off the rest of the week, but something has come up that just can’t wait. I swear it’ll only take a few hours and then I’m all yours.”

“Mo-om,” Jack complained. “We were gonna go to Rainforest for lunch.”

“We’ll go tomorrow, Jacky,” she said. “I promise.” Then, rising from the table, gloriously nude in a shaft of morning sunlight, she said, “Megs, can you entertain them for a bit? Hey, maybe you guys can take your Aunt Megan to the pool.”

“Yeah!” Jack said, hopping up and coming around the table to Megan. She noticed that his penis was soft again, but only slightly smaller than it had been when erect. A shower, she knew, and she wondered if Shane was a grower.

So it was decided that Megan would accompany the boys to the pool while Nicole went into the office for a few hours. While Nicole went to get dressed, Megan went to her room to agonize over what to wear. Part of her was tempted to simply go nude. A quick, whispered conversation with Nicole had informed her that nudity was actually a requirement in the pool and spas around the complex, but not around them. She didn’t think she was ready to display herself in front of her nephews like that, to say nothing of who knew how many people around the pool. So, even knowing that she’d likely stand out more for being dressed than she would if she were nude, she went through the drawers where she’d unpacked her clothes and chose her skimpiest bikini. Even that wasn’t something she’d have worn back home, as it barely covered all the important areas, but she knew she’d look practically modest in it here.

Nicole knocked at her door a few minutes later, then poked her head in at Megan’s invitation. “Hey, that’s cute,” she said, eyeing her little sister’s small, red bikini. Then, with a sly gleam in her eye, she said, “You’re going to drive Shane crazy.”

“God,” Megan moaned, quickly taking the top off.

“Or you could go like that,” Nicole said, entering and shutting the door behind her. “Honestly, Megs, you’ve got great boobs, you should show them off.”

Megan looked down at her chest. Her breasts weren’t as large as her sister’s, but they were nicely formed, quite firm and topped with perky nipples. “That’s a great way to get Shane to pay less attention,” she said wryly.

Nicole chuckled. “He’s thirteen and he’s got a crush,” she said. “You could wear a burka and a down parka and he’d still get turned on.”

“Nic!” Megan exclaimed, as if scandalized, but mostly kidding and secretly thrilled.

“If only you knew,” her sister said, rolling her eyes. “You know those blacklights they use to show you how nasty hotel rooms are? Bring one of those into the boys’ room and it would light up like a Jackson Pollock painting.” Megan giggled despite the sudden tightening between her legs at the thought.

“My kids jack off more than monkeys at the zoo,” Nicole told her with a grin. “It’s like a wildlife documentary around here most days.”

“You’re horrible,” Megan laughed.

“I’m serious,” the older sister chuckled. “I know what the people around Vesuvius must have felt like. Liquid magma raining down everywhere.”

The sisters laughed until Nicole announced she had to run. In the end, Megan decided to stick with the skimpy red bikini. Even then, she dawdled uncertainly until she heard Jack’s soprano voice loudly asking if she was ready. Bracing herself, she left her room, carrying a bamboo tote she’d prepared with towels, sunscreen, and her Kindle.

“Hey!” Jack said from the bottom of the stairs upon seeing her. He turned his head to his left and called, “She’s ready!”

As Megan continued down the stairs, Shane came into view. The older boy stood stock still, staring, and Megan could see his young eyes roaming all over her body. As self-conscious as it made her, she figured it only fair, considering how much she’d been eyeing him. Plus, if she were being honest, the thirteen-year-old’s obvious interest sent a thrill through her. As she neared the bottom of the stairs, she saw Shane glance downward before the boy suddenly spun and hurried out the door.

Seeing his brother leave, Jack looked after him, confused, then said to Megan, “It’s this way!” before hurrying after his brother. Megan pulled the door behind her, seeing Jack catch up to his brother, about thirty feet away. They were talking quietly, and Jack suddenly made a show of moving ahead a bit and glancing down and back. He giggled and glanced back at her, grinning, before whispering something to his brother. The older boy said something, glancing back himself, then looking around as he hurried ahead.

Jack drifted back and fell in beside her. “Shane’s gonna meet us there,” he said with a huge grin as the older boy veered away from the pool toward a small copse of woods. Then Jack leaned close and whispered, “He’s got a boner.” He giggled then, and Megan glanced down to see that he was lightly pinching the tip of his own penis, not completely flaccid himself.

Despite knowing that her sister and nephews were living in a nudist community, she still found herself shocked by all the naked people. They were everywhere. Walking, riding bikes, on skateboards, getting in and out of cars. They were old and young, fat and thin, and everything in between. Hearing a high-pitched giggle, she turned to see a boy of about six being swung on outstretched arms between his naked parents, a couple in their late twenties she guessed. The woman was an attractive blonde and the man an equally attractive brunette with very little body hair and a surprisingly small penis, or so it seemed to her. It was difficult to tell from that distance, and because the man had a normal amount of pubic hair, but his penis didn’t look any larger than Shane’s.

Right behind that couple, a much younger one, with an auburn-haired girl of fifteen or sixteen walking with an attractive auburn-haired boy, probably her brother considering their resemblance, who looked to be about thirteen. Unlike the man, however, the boy had one of the largest flaccid penises she’d ever seen, easily a full seven inches long, like a fat snake swinging between his skinny thighs.

Jack must have noticed her staring, because he said a bit too loudly, but hopefully not loudly enough to be heard by them, “That’s Richie. He’s got a big one, huh?”

“I… yes,” she said, unsure what else to say.

“It gets even bigger when it’s hard,” the eleven-year-old said, as if he were commenting on the weather.

In amidst the old and the too old or too young or wrong gender to be of any interest, Megan spotted a number of pubescent boys. All in the eleven to fourteen range which mostly held her interest. Not all of them were nude, and she found herself disappointed each time she spotted a cute boy wearing a pair of shorts. However, there were enough nude boys parading around that by the time she and Jack arrived at the pool her nipples were poking out saucily and she was a bit damp between her legs. After two years of simply imagining it, or substituting artistic renditions, here was naked boyflesh everywhere she looked. She imagined it must be somewhat like a colorblind person able to see color for the first time. Or like winning the lottery after a lifetime of being poor.

The pool was chaos. There were naked children everywhere, and beleaguered parents lining the deck. After making sure she’d be okay, Jack ran off with a yell of pure delight and threw himself into the pool. Megan was happy to see she wasn’t the only clothed person, but there were only three others, including a girl of about twelve, a nervous looking woman in her thirties, and a forlorn looking boy of about fourteen, who was staring longingly at the water. She imagined he must be a visitor, too shy to undress. From the way he was looking at the other playing kids, she doubted it would be too much… and before she could finish the thought, she saw him stand, brace himself, look around, and then quickly shuck off his shorts and run to the pool, little penis flopping below a modest little clump of brown curls.

Megan was surprised by the number of pubescent girls running around nude, their tiny budding breasts shining wetly, sparse little pubic hairs damp with pool water. She’d have never had the bravery to expose herself at that age, mortified even of being seen by her big sister.

Just as she was growing relaxed about being around all the naked people, an absolutely stunning blond boy of about twelve walked right by her with a slightly younger boy, both chatting animatedly. The older boy had no hair visible between his legs, but what was visible was a very stiff and bouncing three-inch erection. She looked around, and couldn’t spot a single person reacting to the sight, although a few of the moms were looking around the pool, keeping an eye on things, so Megan was sure it wasn’t going unnoticed. She was honestly stunned, because that boy was just about one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen and the lack of response to that glaring display of rampant preteen sexuality had her legs trembling.

As the boy left the pool area with his friend, Megan finally pulled her attention away from the pool and grabbed her Kindle, hoping that the murder mystery she was reading would calm her. Surely bloody murder was less intense than the smorgasbord of boyhood sexuality surrounding her. The alternative was to lie there and take it all in, ogling every boy she saw. She figured she may as well put up a neon sign that read ‘PERVERT’ over her head.

She couldn’t concentrate on the book, however. Not with so much naked flesh all around her. She was grateful for her sunglasses, which allowed her to look around with impunity as long as she didn’t follow every swinging little dick with her head, but despite that, she still felt as if every eye were on her, knowing the depravity of her thoughts. Glancing to her right, she spotted a man a few chairs down, obviously asleep on his lounger, but with a six inch erection twitching as it hovered over his groin. From what she could see, he was a good-looking man, but even an erect cock in public couldn’t pull her gaze away from the glistening boyflesh in and around the pool or seemingly draw the attention of anyone else around the pool. As she watched, two girls, each about twelve, walked right by the man. They each glanced at the man’s erect cock, and while their gazes may have lingered a bit, there were no girlish giggles or pointing. Megan was simply amazed.

Seeing a cute boy of about thirteen run by with a semi-erect penis, laughing before jumping back into the pool, Megan was shocked to feel a small orgasm shudder through her. She realized she’d been rubbing her thighs together, like she was a pubescent girl herself, overcome with a rush of hormones while gazing at Jeremy Butler in her seventh grade science class. Embarrassed, sure everyone knew she’d just cum, she rolled over and closed her eyes, trying to calm her thoughts.

The calm she nearly achieved was shattered minutes later when she sensed a presence and heard a voice say, “You should put on some lotion.”

Megan opened her eyes to find Shane sitting on the lounger next to hers. His legs were spread, his thick little cock hanging down over his big boy balls. She could see a small shaft of sunlight lighting a sliver of his groin, turning the dark hairs fanning around the base of his penis to shimmering brown honey. Raising her eyes guiltily, she met the soft brown eyes of her nephew, who was looking at her with a mixture of shyness and intensity.

Megan nearly sat up to do just that, realizing that she’d forgotten. Then something stopped her. Perhaps it was the look in her nephew’s eyes. Perhaps it the lingering tightness between her legs. Instead, she said, “Could you do it for me?”

The boy just sat there for a few long moments, making Megan instantly regret saying it, her mind going to her sister and wondering what she would think. She was suddenly burning with guilt and opened her mouth to say something when Shane said, “Okay,” and reached into her bamboo tote and pulled out the tube of lotion.

Unable at that point to say or do anything, Megan just found herself waiting, her body thrumming with anticipation as Shane squirted a large dollop of the white cream into his palm and then slid off the lounger to his knees beside her. Her eyes filled with the vision of his penis, poking cutely outward, wiggling with his movements, and then the feeling of his big hands on the small of her back. Megan let out an involuntary moan as the boy’s hands worked upward, kneading her flesh and coating it with the suntan lotion.

“I put Mom’s on all the time,” he told her, his hands working higher, coating her back and sides. Then they hesitated as they reached the string of her top and he said, “She doesn’t wear anything though.”

Without a word, Megan reached back and yanked the string which tied the skimpy top behind her back. After a moment, Shane’s hands continued their trek, climbing up her back, to her neck, then down her arms. He had great hands, she thought. Firm yet gentle. Assured. Then they were moving back down again, his little penis twitching with his movements. To the small of her back once again, hesitating, then skipping downward, his slick hands sliding to her inner thighs, so close to her wet, burning pussy that she trembled.

Shane stopped only long enough to squirt more lotion into his hand, and the imagery of the white liquid spraying into his palm wasn’t lost for a moment on Megan, who’s eyes were locked on her nephew’s cock, which was undergoing a remarkable transformation. From two inches of squat nub, Shane’s young cock was slowly lengthening, outward at first, becoming longer and even fatter, and then upward, twitching and rising with each heartbeat until fully five inches of fat, throbbing teen cock was jutting out between his legs. Megan felt her throat go dry at the sight. It was the most gorgeous cock she’d ever seen. From dry mouth one moment to the opposite in the next, as her mouth began to water at the thought of taking that inch-and-a-half thick cock into her mouth. Megan longed to reach out and wrap her hand around it, wanting to feel it pulsing in her fist, like the pulsing between her legs.

Then Shane’s hands froze on her calf and she tore her eyes away from his raging erection to meet his doe-brown eyes, currently widened in shock. Without a word, he stood, his gorgeous cock bouncing crazily, as he turned and raced into the pool. Megan turned over and sat up, watching him disappear beneath the water. A glance showed her that once again, a stiff boycock was going unremarked upon by the many adults and kids around the pool, many of whom had surely seen the state of her nephew’s penis.

Still shaking, realizing that in her shock, she’d cum again as her nephew was touching her, Megan glanced down and saw that her boobs were exposed as her top had slipped to the side. Feeling emboldened, she reached behind her neck and untied the remaining bit of string holding it together. Then she lay back, feeling suddenly free as she felt the sun on her bare breasts. A glance to her right showed her that Mr. Sleepy was no longer erect, now lying limply, mostly lost in his pubic hair. Her thoughts immediately went to Shane’s cock, and she searched for him in the pool. She saw him on the far side, tucked into a corner, no doubt waiting for his erection to subside. It seemed odd to her that as common and unremarkable as erections seemed to be around here, that Shane would be so ashamed of his.

As another set of barely pubescent girls walked by, so free with their developing bodies, Megan felt inspired and a bit reckless, so she stood and skinned her bikini bottoms off revealing the small, neat triangle of hair between her legs, glistening with her wetness. She dropped the sopping garment into her bag, and with a few short strides, she dove into the pool, embracing the shock of the warm water surrounding her.

As she came up for air, she threw her head back, her hands slicking her short hair back. The water was shallow, and she could feel the cool kiss of a breeze against her breasts.

“You’re naked,” she heard, and she opened her eyes to find Jack standing in front of her, eyeing her breasts with interest.

“So are you,” she pointed out with a grin.

“Yeah, but you never got naked with us before. Well, maybe when we were little.”

“You’re not so little anymore,” she said.

“I know,” the boy said. “I’m getting hair like Shane.” When she didn’t say anything, he said, “You know. Down there. On my dick.”

“You are, huh?” she said dubiously, surprising herself with the calmness with which she was standing there naked in public and conversing with her gorgeous blond nephew.

“They’re hard to see,” he admitted. Megan saw his hand reaching down to his crotch, and a moment later, his other hand grabbed hers and pulled it to his crotch. “You can feel one right here,” he said.

Megan froze, because all she could feel was her eleven-year-old nephew’s slim erection against her fingers. Unable to help herself, her mind screaming at her to stop, she felt her fingers sliding around that thin tube of flesh, holding it gently.

“That’s not it,” Jack said, glancing up at her slyly while his little erection throbbed between her fingers.

“Sorry,” she said, her hand acting completely independent of her will and sliding downward, cupping Jack’s small scrotum.

“There’s some there, too,” the boy said, something in his voice which told her he knew something was happening.

Megan’s fingers moved, caressing, opening and closing, and to her surprise she did indeed feel a silky little hair slide between her fingers. Then she lifted her eyes, staring around, seeing a couple of sliding gazes and realizing just how obvious it was that she was bending over with her hand at her nephew’s crotch.

She snatched her hand away suddenly and straightened, saying, “That’s hair alright,” which earned her a grin from Jack.

“Told ya,” he said. Then, “When are we gonna have lunch?”

“Are you hungry?” she asked, making her way to the side of the pool.

“Starving,” the boy said, keeping pace with her. When she levered herself out of the pool, Jack exited right beside her, his skinny cock still standing up stiffly.

As she made her way to the lounger, she found herself unsure what to do. Should she get dressed? Now that she was naked, it seemed silly to put her bikini back on. Glancing to the pool, she saw Shane quickly look away. Then she turned back to Jack, to find him squeezing his rosy pink glans.

Catching her gaze, Jack announced, “I’ve got a boner.”

“I can see that,” Megan said, once again shocked at her own seeming calm. Underneath the surface, she was trembling with desire.

Jack shrugged and wrapped his fist around his erection, so that just the glans was sticking out above his fingers. “It pretty much happens all the time,” he said.

“Well, that’s pretty normal,” she told him.

“Yeah,” Jack said, glancing around the pool. He said, “I’ll go get Shane.” Then he was running around the pool, boner flopping, ass flexing. A girl her late teens, sitting in a chair by the pool, said something to him and he slowed. Apparently she was a lifeguard. A lifeguard unfazed by the highly erotic and aching beauty of her nephew’s throbbing four-inch boycock. Megan simply couldn’t understand how all these girls and women could see something like that and not ache for it. It then occurred to her that perhaps they did, and they were just hiding it like she was, although more successfully she felt. Nah.

Megan began to gather her things, stuffing her bikini top into the tote along with the bottle of lotion and her mostly ignored Kindle. She saw Jack reach his big brother and lean over to talk to him, then the older boy was climbing out of the pool, water glistening on his naked flesh. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that his penis was no longer erect, for which she thought she was grateful. He certainly seemed to be.

“So,” Megan said as the boys joined her. Shane was carefully avoiding her eyes, but he was sneaking constant peeks at her body. She was sure she saw his dick twitch as she continued. “You guys want to go somewhere for lunch? Or eat at home?”

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” Jack asked, hope clear in his voice.

“Let’s just go home,” Shane said. “We’d have to get dressed and everything.”

“I guess,” Jack said, clearly disappointed but deferring to his older brother.

Then the three of them made their way back to their townhouse, waving at friends as they passed. Megan saw eyes on her, especially of boys and men, as they walked along, but somehow she was fine with her nakedness. Perhaps it was all the erections she’d seen, not to mention the old and flabby bodies. If they could be so free with themselves and not be gawked at, she figured her own nude body wasn’t any cause for embarrassment.

It was, though, a cause for many sideways glances from Shane, and considering the position of his hands, the glances were having an unwelcome effect. For him anyway. The thought of that surprisingly large erection was plenty welcome to her. It was obviously made worse when Jack leaned in close to his brother and whispered something, followed by a boyish giggle and an angry shove which left the blond boy staggering and exposed Shane’s mostly full erection.

Feeling guilty for reasons she couldn’t explain, Megan reached out and put her hand on Shane’s shoulder as he turned away from her, stopping him with a light squeeze. Then she leaned in, looking over his shoulder, her eyes full of his rising cock and softly said, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Shane. It happens to all boys.”

“I know that,” he grumbled, not meeting her eyes and trying to cover himself with his hands.

“It must happen here a lot,” Megan reasoned. “This can’t be the first time.”

“I… it’s…” Shane started, then hurried on to say, “It’s happened before. A lot. Just not…” he finally glanced at her and blushed, and finished, “…in front of you.”

Now it was Megan’s turn to flush, and feeling brave in response to Shane’s timidity, she hugged him from behind and, with her lips nearly brushing his ear, she said, “I’m flattered if I’m the cause of that.” Then she paused for a moment and said, “It’s a very nice one.”

Shane finally met her eyes and said softly, “It is?”

Megan could only nod and give him a wink. Then, arm around his shoulders, she gathered Jack under her other arm and they made their way back home, both boys now fully erect and not bothering to hide themselves, while Megan felt the wetness from her overstimulated pussy dripping down her thighs.

End of chapter one.

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So, smut=bad. I… guess that about does it for the warning, huh? In other news, Nifty could use your donations. I’m donating this story, so that’s my bit. Hell, somebody needs to get paid for writing this stuff, if it can’t be me it might as well be them. After a fashion. Anyway, send them cash! Or me. I accept Visa and Diner’s Club. If you don’t want to send me cash, you can at least drop me a line and let me know you enjoyed my story. rwxxx13@yahoo.com Also, if you like this story and would like to read more of my stuff, just go to Authors and look under R for my email tag, since apparently I use all my creativity for stories and have none left over to come up with a pen name.

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