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Dear Jason – Chapter 12

Dear Jason – Chapter 12

When we walked into the restaurant, I realized I had forgotten how fancy it was. Good thing Julia wore a skirt and James and I wore dress pants. We all laughed when we saw we all decided on white shirts and blouse when we came downstairs to head to the restaurant.

“This is fancy,” James whispered after we were seated.

We were seated in a corner, and as I looked around, I figured that these were probably the least favorite seats in the house. But I didn’t mind at all, because we had lots of privacy here and our conversation could only be overheard by the waiters or when we were shouting.

“Yeah. It is. I forgot how classy this place has become with its new owner,” I said as I picked up the menu.

After we ordered, James said he felt terrible about his aunt. And when he said he felt bad for not thinking about her all the time, but mostly about sex things, Julia nodded in agreement. I assured them that they didn’t have to feel bad. Their aunt probably wanted them to live their life and not wallow in pity all the time.

That seemed to put them at ease, and pretty soon, the conversation turned to my stories.

“Did you really have sex with your brother?” Julia asked softly, “I read it in your FAQ.”

“Yeah. I did. Well… we did. And it was… okay,” I replied and added, “Doing stuff with Pete was way, way more interesting and fun!”

“That’s that Indian story, right?” Julia asked.

“Indian summer, yes.”

“Didn’t read that one yet,” she said.

“I did,” James said with a wicked smile, “and you had lots of fun in the woods!”

“Yeah, we did. But it wasn’t a hundred percent accurate. I did take some writing liberties to make the story a little more interesting. But almost all the sex parts and walking around in loincloths were true.”

“Cool!” James smiled.

“I liked All Dressed Up,” Julia said, “It was almost like it could happen to us, you know? They had sex almost accidentally, and they learned that deep down, they both wanted it…”

“Don’t read into it too much,” I chuckled, “I make up these stories, and there’s rarely a deeper meaning or anything.”

“Maybe, but I still read it like that,” she smirked.

“I just love how you describe it as the most normal thing to do. Most grownups are so uptight about this. I mean… it’s just sex, right?” James said at a level only the three of us could hear.

“I know!” Julia chipped in, “Grownups know how good sex feels, yet they tell us it’s bad for us. I don’t think it’s fair.”

“I never felt anything better in my life than when I… you know… stuck it in. If I knew how good it felt, not just for me but for you too, I would’ve asked you way sooner!”

“Exactly!” Julia said, a little too loud. And then continued at a lower level, “I don’t wanna marry you or anything. But I do wanna have sex with you. Why can’t this be two different things?”

Both kids looked questioningly at me, so I said, “I don’t know. Honestly. I think society decided this a long time ago, back in the days when the church had a big influence on things. I also see them as two separate things. When you love someone romantically, you can use sex to deepen and express that love. But when you just wanna have sex for the sheer pleasure it gives you, and you’re not in a relationship with anyone, all you need is someone who respects you and likes to have fun with you. And then you can enjoy the sex and have loads of fun!”

Both kids nodded and smiled knowingly. We were quiet as the waitress placed our food and drinks on the table. The moment we were alone again, I continued, “But there are a few pitfalls! When there’s an adult involved, it’s always risky!”

“What do you mean?” Julia asked, “You’re an adult.”

“I know. And I’m very aware of it. Adults tend to take control over kids, and kids automatically look up to them. So the mutual aspect of things might be off because of that.”

“But… I don’t feel it’s like that with you!” James said and took a sip of his Coke.

“Thanks. Me neither. But it is something that’s always just around the corner, and I need to keep reminding myself of this.”

I started cutting my meat to let this sink in with them. After we were quiet for a few moments, Julia asked, “What about the other things?”

I swallowed and looked at both of them. I paused dramatically and said, “Pregnancy.”

“Right…” Julia whispered.

“Especially with brother and sister. There’s always the risk of inbreeding, as we talked about earlier. But pregnancy, in general, is hard to explain to your parents,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah… I don’t think Dad will be thrilled to hear I knocked you up!” James laughed.

“Haha! No! He’ll ground us for twenty years!” Julia giggled.

“See?” I smiled, “Enjoy sex, but keep it safe and use your head! Then there’s nothing to worry about, and you can have fun together,” I said and lifted my glass to toast to that.

They both lifted their glasses and touched mine. James had a massive grin on his face and mumbled, “You’ll also have to use other body parts than just your head to have sex…”

After we were done laughing about that and ate dinner in silence for a few minutes, Julia softly said out of the blue, “I’m not wearing underwear…”

I almost choked on my drink, and she held her hand in front of her mouth to hide her smile when she saw my reaction. But James just smiled and said, “Me neither!”

“Oh my… I opened Pandora’s box…” I chuckled.

“See?” Julia said, turned her body toward mine, and lifted her skirt.

When I looked at her glistening slit and almost completely bald lips, my mouth watered, and all I could do was nod. When she turned her body back to finish her dinner, I smiled inwardly and realized I had really opened that damn box.

“Shotgun!” James shouted and ran toward the car after we left the restaurant.

After I started the car and drove for a couple of minutes, I noticed how quiet James was beside me. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Julia looking out the window. And when I glanced back at James, I saw a huge grin on his face, and he was looking at me.

“What?” I asked, but then I noticed something move in the corner of my eye.

There, in his lap, he had unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them open. I was now looking at his hard dick sticking up from his groin, and when it twitched, I laughed out loud.

“Told ya!” He smirked.

Julia moved her head between the chairs to check what I was looking at, and she started to giggle when she saw what James had done.

“Looking good, Pep!” she laughed and patted him on his shoulder.

“Zip up, Champ. I don’t wanna be pulled over by a cop with a kid next to me whose boner is on display.”

“And look out with the zipper,” Julia chuckled.

James smiled knowingly, started putting his boner away, and carefully zipped up.

“I’m guessing you two want the bed tonight? So I’ll sleep on the couch to let you two have fun,” I said, figuring I’ll take a look anyways while using my invisibility powers.

“Hell no!” Julia said and sounded sincerely offended.

“Of course not!” James said almost simultaneously.

“I wanna feel what it’s like to have a bigger… uhm… dick inside!” Julia said as she poked her head between the chairs again.

“And I wanna try anal,” James said without any apprehension.

“And I want to suck you…” Julia added.

“Alright… alright,” I interrupted them, laughing loudly, “but it’ll be a bit crowded with the three of us.”


“Just saying,” I smiled, already looking forward to having these two young, hot, and naked bodies pressed against mine.

And Julia wanted me to fuck her… and so did James… holy shit! I expected to feel some reservations about this, but the exact opposite was true! I looked forward to sinking my throbbing cock inside these kids and fuck their brains out. This realization struck me hard, and there was nothing I could do to stop this. These magnificent kids wanted me to have sex with them in every way possible.

James and Julia practically ran to the front door when I parked the car. It was almost eleven when I unlocked the door and let them in. They ran inside and up the stairs, and before they hit the third step, both their clothes started coming off and were thrown on the stairs.

I smiled at their eagerness and felt myself grow to a semi from anticipation. I slowly walked upstairs, where I found socks and shoes, and in the hallway toward my bedroom laid James’s pants and Julia’s skirt in a heap on the floor.

When I rounded the corner to my bedroom, both kids were sitting on the bed, hands fumbling with each other’s genitals and looking expectantly at me. I smiled at them and started unbuttoning my shirt. Before I knew it, James was working on my button and zipper. Moments later, my pants were at my feet, and I stepped out of them.

As my shirt came off, so did my boxers. James wasted absolutely no time undressing me, and I wondered why. Julia laid down on her back and looked both anxious and seductively at me.

“What’s the rush, Champ?” I asked as my eyes roamed over Julia’s inviting-looking body.

“Julia wants you to fuck her, and I wanna help.”

I was already halfway there, but hearing him say this, and looking at the young, eagerly looking naked girl on the bed, got me to full mast almost instantly.

“You sure?” I asked, looking at Julia.

“Oh yeah! I wanna know what it feels like. But… won’t it hurt?” she asked, eyeing my boner and suddenly looking less confident.

“It might. But I’ll be gentle, and I’ve got enough experience to make sure you’re fine,” I said, smiling warmly at her.

Julia got a little more comfortable on the bed, and James almost dragged me by my boner toward his sister’s pussy.

“One sec, Champ,” I said and lowered my body down onto his sister’s.

I looked Julia into her eyes and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips as my hard cock rubbed over her wet pussy, being tickled by her sparse pubes. I sat on my knees and pulled her by her legs toward me, causing her to giggle coyly.

“Hand me that pillow, Champ,” I said to James.

After he handed me the pillow, I lifted Julia’s ass from the bed and put it under it. This way, her crotch was almost at the same height as mine, making it easier for me to penetrate her.

I probed around with my fingers to determine if she was wet enough. As my fingers slid through the folds of her pussy and a soft moan escaped her lips, I was surprised at how wet she was. She must really want this!

Seeing no more reasons to stop this, I looked at James. His eyes alternated between my cock and his sister’s pussy, and his throbbing boner showed he must’ve been as hyped as we were.

“Line me up, will ya?” I said to James.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my cock at its base and pointed it down. I moved my hips forward, and after I was close enough, he rubbed my dickhead up and down through Julia’s slit, causing both of us to moan.

“Just do it,” Julia hoarsely whispered.

“Here, right?” he said as he lined me up properly, and my dickhead pressed against her opening.

I nodded and pushed forward a little to prove my point. My dick was now trapped at the entrance of her pussy, and just another slight push was enough to enter her. I looked down at her, and the nervous look, mixed with horniness and anticipation, made me realize she needed something more.

“Yeah…” I said to James and looked him in his eyes, “Why don’t you play with her tits a little?”

His eyes flew toward his sister’s pointy nipples, and without saying anything else, he scooted over and started licking, sucking, and playing with them. Julia briefly closed her eyes and purred softly as her brother pleasured her.

Julia’s eyes opened and locked on mine, and for a brief moment, I thought she’d ask me to stop. But the slightest nod of her head was all it took. I nodded back and pressed my dick more firmly against her. My dickhead immediately slipped in, causing Julia to sharply suck in a breath and tilt her head back.

I let her get used to feeling me inside her and held perfectly still. When her eyes found mine again, and I saw she looked fine and even a little flushed, I started sliding in some more.

Oh boy… she was so tight! Her young pussy firmly gripped my rock-hard cock, but she was so slippery inside that I didn’t feel any resistance other than a firm grip around my shaft.

I inched forward, and her breathing got shallower as I went. She didn’t look in pain or anything, but the look on her face wasn’t one of pure bliss. I figured she needed a little more stimulation than she was already getting, so I let go of her hips, and with my right thumb, I started looking for the sensitive knob at the top of her pussy.

When I started stimulating her little clit, her head flew back again, and James briefly looked up to see what was happening. His eyes widened when he saw I was almost completely inside his sister. And with one final push, my balls rested against her ass, and the tip of my cock hit her cervix.

“Oohhhh… you’re… aaahh… I’m…” she groaned.

“You okay?” James asked worriedly.

It took Julia a moment to focus, but then she looked at her brother and softly said, “Yeah… he’s just… big! I feel stuffed.”

“Do you want me to pull out?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t let me.

“No, no! Just… one sec,” she stammered.

I kept stimulating her clit, and I felt the walls of her pussy ripple over my shaft. I had never fucked anyone this young or tight, but I absolutely loved it. It took me some willpower to not start fucking her brains out, but I knew that wouldn’t help any of us, so, with a lot of effort, I managed.

I slowly but deliberately started pulling out. I kept my eyes locked on hers, and when I saw the wonder in her eyes return, I knew I had done the right thing.

“Ohhhh… I feel you… aaaahhh!” she moaned and dug her fingers into her brother’s hair.

James looked up and winked wickedly at me. I winked back, and when I was almost all the way out, I slowly slid back in. Keeping a slow pace again took me some effort, but this way, her incredibly tight pussy gripped me so snuggly I could savor every second of it.

“Oohh, Jason! You’re so big… and it’s my… I’m…” Julia started moaning incomprehensibly.

After a few moments of slow in-and-out motions, I started picking up the pace. But every now and then, she winced when I didn’t get the angle perfectly straight. By now, I was wondering if she wasn’t too tight for me.

But when I kept it slow, her moans were urging me on, and she seemed to have an excellent time. And the way her tight, velvety sleeve felt around my throbbing cock, combined with her young, nubile body and the view of her naked brother working her tits, was a perfect stimulation for me. I would cum no matter what, as long as her tight pussy kept milking my cock.

The familiar buildup in my balls came quicker than expected. All the physical and optical stimulation must’ve been the cause of that. Julia’s mouth was open, and her breathing was shallow. I knew I needed to stay in my rhythm, and I was about to pass the point of no return. But I also knew that I needed to prolong it for as long as possible so maybe Julia could climax too.

But as my orgasm approached, I knew there was no way I could make Julia cum. I heard my own moans increase, and I saw James had turned his head so he could watch me but still sucked on his sister’s tits.

“Ohhh… I’m… I’m almost cumming… hmmm… Julia!”

“Do it!! Aaahhh… Shoot your stuff!” her eyes locked on mine again, and she moaned, “Fill me up!”

“You… oohhh… close?” I managed.

“Fuck me! Shoot! Shoot, damnit!” she raggedly moaned.

This was it. Hearing her talk like this and seeing her sweaty body glistening in the dimmed bedroom light made the dam break. I shoved my cock inside her for the final time. I managed to still do this slowly, but when the last bit needed to go in, I pressed hard and firmly against her groin. I knew I was also pressing firmly against her clit this way, but this feeling was pushed to the back when I felt the tip of my dick hit her cervix again.

I visualized how my cum was spurting out of my cock and shooting straight into her womb. Her tight cunt was rippling around my shaft, and her legs wrapped around my ass. She was trying to push me in even deeper, which miraculously worked perfectly. My dickhead was pushed even firmer against her womb, and my third and fourth spurts were even more powerful than my first this way.

As my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes and was greeted by two wickedly smiling kids. Julia loosened her legs around my body and said, “You sure came a lot! I feel it inside…”

“You were… oh wow!” I panted.

“You sure looked like you enjoyed yourself,” James grinned, “glad you decided to join us?”

“Hell yeah!” I said and started pulling out of her.

“I feel your stuff seeping out of me,” Julia giggled as I laid down next to her on the bed.

I looked at James’s face, who was looking longingly between her legs. I wondered what was going on in his head, so I asked, “What’s up Champ?”

“It’s… it’s nothing,” he stammered and blushed.

“Oh no, mister!” Julia said, looking genuinely pissed, “you and I said we’d talk about everything and agreed there’s nothing weird! So spill it.”

“S-sorry. You’re right. But…” he started.

“She’s right, Champ. What happens here stays between the three of us.”

“Well, I… I like to taste your cum, but now it’s…”

“Have fun,” Julia excitedly interrupted him, spreading her legs widely to prove her point.

“You don’t mind me licking you?” he asked with wonder, which surprised me.

“Dude! You fucked me this afternoon. Why would I mind?” Julia laughed, and James’s face betrayed he was feeling stupid about this.

“I don’t know. I’m not… I just wanna…” he stammered.

“Shut up and lick me! I’m too worked up for all this!” she said with mock anger and gently pulled her brother’s face toward her crotch.

James hesitated only a second, but the moment his tongue hit his sister’s pussy, and he was encouraged by her low moans, he went for it. I lay there on my side, looking at what I had created. Two amazing kids exploring every inch of their sexuality together. They weren’t making love but having great sex. And the best part was that they both enjoyed it tremendously. James might need a little more steering to make clear that he should speak his mind. But other than that, my work here was done.

“Ohhh… you’re… aaahhh… so good!” Julia moaned.

I looked at James’s hard cock sticking down from between his legs, and I gently started toying with his balls. But this only lasted a second or two because, between her moans, Julia asked, “Will you please… hhmmm… fuck me? I’m… aaaahhh… getting close and… you’re… ahhh… not so big… and…”

Before Julia could finish, James sat on his knees, positioned himself between her legs, grabbed his cock, lined himself up, and easily sunk his hard dick inside his sister for the second time this day. My work here was indeed done!

As he started pounding away, I watched his magnificent ass move up and down. Both kids fucked as if there was no one else in the room. Julia clamped onto her brother’s ass with both hands, and as she arched her back and a high-pitched grunt filled the room, it was clear she came.

But James just kept on pounding away at a steady pace. I was amazed he hadn’t cum already, but judging by his concentrated face and the blissful look in his eyes, he wasn’t far off.

Julia came back down from her orgasm and looked at her brother’s face. She wasn’t completely with us yet and was breathing incredibly shallowly.

James started slamming in harder, and after he did this four or five times, he slammed in with such force they both moved up the bed a little. His tight ass became even tighter as his ass muscles contracted. His head flew back, and so did Julia’s.

Two familiar-sounding, high-pitched groans filled the room, and if there was any doubt that these two were siblings, you could throw them out of the window as you watched this. They acted exactly alike as they came. High-pitched groans, heads were thrown back, twitching bodies, and their mouths in a perfect “O” shape.

I realized I was hard again from watching this unforgettable spectacle. But I decided to let them have their moment together. So after a minute or so, James kissed his sister on her lips, slowly pulled out, and laid down on the bed between us, still panting heavily. So was Julia, but she’d already lifted her head to smile warmly at me.

After they caught their breaths, Julia said, “No offense, Jason, but I like James’s cock way better!”

“Haha! None taken,” I smiled, “its size suits you better. I get that!”

“Yeah… with you I’m so… I don’t know, like… stretched, I guess… It still feels amazing, but with Pep here, it just… you know, fits.”

“I know what you mean. And don’t worry about it. Really,” I smiled and stroked her cheek.

I saw James was yawning, and I realized I was getting tired myself. So I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, wondering what we should do next.

“I’m feeling tired now,” Julia said softly.

“Me too,” James added.

“Then we should rest,” I said and yawned to prove my point.

After a few moments of silence, where I felt myself starting to doze off, a soft, “Jason?” Came from James’s side.


“How did you do that conscience thing in my room the other day?”

My blood almost froze when he said it. Fuck! I was busted. Now I had to decide what to do. I promised I wouldn’t tell a soul about my invisibility abilities, but I also didn’t want to lie to them. Not now that they trusted me completely.

My mind was racing when James said, “Did you do something through my computer? Did you hide stuff in my room?”

This was my escape! I just knew it. I sighed deeply and pretended to feel ashamed.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I installed some software on your pc that I wanted to test. And… yes… I wanted you and Julia to experience the joys of sex with each other. I knew you’d both enjoy it, so… that’s why I did what I did. I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” James replied without any anger or disappointment in his voice, “I was just curious.”

“Well… I’m glad you did it,” Julia added, “if you didn’t, I wouldn’t have these!”

She lifted her body a little and petted both our dicks, and gave them a gentle squeeze, smiling coyly at us. She dropped back on the bed and cuddled up to her brother, draping a lot of her body over his. They both closed their eyes and sighed happily.

As I looked at this adorable sight next to me and realized I’d fulfilled one of the items on my bucket list. And I felt a lot of pride about my achievement. But now that my work was done, I felt a bit like the third wheel on the wagon. I needed to take a bit of distance to let these two figure it out by themselves.

As I lay there contemplating this, I heard light snoring beside me. These kids were amazing, and seeing them lying there completely naked and in each other’s arms made me feel like I had completed a lifelong goal and enhanced the lives of two fabulous kids.

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Our Chaperone

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Our Chaperone
Jason Crow

“Don’t speak! I know what you’re thinking, but it won’t happen!” my mother said.

“But…” I tried.

“No! You’re both too young to go on your own. You’re only twelve years old!”

“Twelve and a half…” I mumbled.

“Exactly. Two twelve ‘and a half’ year old girls don’t spend two nights alone in a cabin on a mountain with hardly any cellphone coverage,” she said, overly emphasizing ‘and a half’.

“But… it’s summer vacation! And you know you can trust Andrea and me,” I pressed.

“It’s not about trust. I know I can trust you. But you’ll be all alone up there, and I think you’re too young for that.”

“You always say we need to go outside instead of looking at our phones all day. And now you…”

“I know, honey. But your dad has to work, and I’ve promised to help grandma, so…” she interrupted me, a little bit kinder now after realizing I was right.

“We don’t want adults around,” I grumbled, “we just want to, you know…”

My mom was quiet for a few moments. And then her face lit up.

“What about your brother?” Mom said with a face as if she had just invented something that could end world hunger. “Tell you what. When Joshua joins you, you can spend these two nights up there.”

“But mom! Joshua is… he’s a… he’s… he’s Joshua!! We’ve got all sorts of plans, and he’ll be…” I tried.

“It’s your choice. Ask your brother, or don’t go. These are the options,” she said and turned around to start doing something in the kitchen.

I was feeling furious by now. We were planning to go there by ourselves and have fun with just the two of us. I was also hoping we could continue where we left off during our last sleepover. I let my mind drift back to the previous weekend…

* * *

We were staying over at Andrea’s house, and while we watched one of the Twilight movies and drooled over Robert Pattinson, we painted each other’s nails. We were dressed in oversized t-shirts and panties. So when Andrea bent forward to grab a tissue from the box, I could see down her shirt and saw her naked boobs.

We used to take baths together when we were younger and changed clothes in front of each other, but after we entered puberty and started growing boobs, this became less frequent. We still undressed in front of each other, and we saw each other naked on several occasions, but it was more of a ‘thing’ now than it was before.

Seeing her small boobs now in this intimate moment made me look at her in a new light. And when her hard, pointy nipples came into view, I felt a tingle shoot through my vagina. I was suddenly getting extremely curious about the rest of her body but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. I kept stealing glances, but I didn’t get another glimpse besides a cameltoe in her green panties. So eventually, I tried steering the conversation toward Devon, BY FAR the hottest boy in our class. Andrea immediately perked up, and we were giggling so loud that Andrea’s mom came knocking.

“Andy, Kelly. It’s time to go to bed now. And please keep the noise down, okay? Roberto and your father are already in bed, so…” her mother said through the crack of the door.

“Okay, Mom,” Andrea said and started putting away the nail polish.

“Of course, Mrs. Lopez,” I said sweetly. “We’ll be quiet now. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, girls,” she said, smiling, and closed the door.

As we crawled into bed, we were still giggling but managed to keep the noise down. My vagina was wetter than it’s ever been before, and I needed to find a way to do something about it. I recently discovered the fine art of masturbation. But I wasn’t sure if Andrea did too, nor did I know what she’d say about me proposing or even doing it.

“Did you see it too last week?” Andrea asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“Devon being pantsed by Mike in the middle of the gym?”

“Oh, that!” I replied, feeling sad for missing that, “no damnit! Missed that.”

“Well… I didn’t,” she whispered conspiratively. “He’s got a big bulge and tight ass. I saw it all!”

“Oh wow. Too bad there aren’t any pictures.”

“Yeah. He’s hot…” Andrea murmured.

“I’d let him take my cherry without even thinking twice about it,” I whispered.

“You go, girl!” Andrea giggled.

“Wouldn’t you?”

After a few moments of silence, she whispered back, “I… uhm… yeah. I guess so.”

“See?” I whispered. “But I heard that big isn’t necessarily better.”

“Well… according to my cousin Maria, bigger is always better,” Andrea chuckled.

“I don’t care. As long as I’m no longer a virgin, it’s good to me. Big or small,” I whispered into the silence that followed.

“As long as it’s not Mateo small,” Andrea giggled, causing me to laugh too.

Mateo is Andrea’s seven-year-old nephew, who always walks around naked in the backyard when he’s over there to go swimming. Even when we’re swimming there too. Of course, we always tease Mateo with it, but he doesn’t care about that at all. But when he got out of the pool the other day, and his little dicky was sticking up like a hard nail, Andrea’s mother stepped in and ordered him to start wearing trunks.

As I contemplated all this, I realized how wet I was between my legs and how I had an ‘I must come soon’ vibe over me.

“Andy?” I whispered.

She must’ve sensed the tension in the air because her reply was also filled with energy.


“Do you… uhm… you know… touch yourself sometimes?” I asked with a trembling voice.

A few agonizingly long seconds passed before she whispered back, “Yes.”

“Me too. Do you think… we can do that now?”

“Yeah. After all that talk about Devon and seeing that movie, I really need to. You?”

“Oh. I… uhm… Yeah! I feel like I’m about to explode!” I said softly.

We both giggled nervously, but neither of us made a move. So I glanced over at Andrea and just nodded. I slid my hand inside my panties, and the moment I touched my slippery clit, I let out a deep sigh.

“You… uhm… wanna keep your panties on?” Andrea whispered.

“Guess not,” I replied, glad to get rid of them.

I immediately slid my panties down and dropped them beside the bed. The sound of them hitting the floor caused Andrea to move too, and seconds later, a similar sound confirmed that she also took them off.

My hand returned to that sensitive spot between my legs, and I tentatively started fingering myself. The movement beside me was the confirmation Andrea was doing the same. I was getting into it when our bare legs touched. My first reaction was to pull back, but feeling her warmth and the movement of her leg was an added layer to my growing arousal. I kept wondering how Andrea did it in the back of my head, but besides the blanket movement, combined with her soft moans, I couldn’t see anything worthwhile.

“Ohh… I’m…” I panted, glancing over at Andrea.

The focused and horny look in her eyes as she looked back was all the answer I needed. Her eyes crossed a few heartbeats later, and her body started shaking. Looking at my best friend cumming was more than enough to push me over the edge, and when my orgasm washed over me, I just knew I needed to see if I could do more with her because it was beyond hot doing this together.

When I opened my eyes again, Andrea was smiling wickedly at me.

“That was hot,” she whispered.

“It sure was. I don’t think I ever came this fast before,” I said, smiling lazily.

We lay there for a few seconds, catching our breath, when Andrea asked, “Kel?”


“I… uhm… will you…” she stammered, followed by, “Never mind.”

“Oh! Come on! What is it?”

“It’s silly. Just drop it,” she said, but it wasn’t convincing.

“Tell me!” I said and poked her in the ribs, causing her to pull back and giggle.

“Okay… would you… mind holding me?”

Well… this wasn’t what I expected, but I would really like holding her, so I replied softly, “Sure! Of course.”

Andrea moved over and pressed herself against me as I spread my arms invitingly, wrapping her arms around my chest and laying her face on my left boob. I held her close and loved the feeling of having my best friend so close to me. But as she shifted, I felt her warm pussy pressed against my leg, and another tingle shot through my body.

“Andy?” I whispered.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“I feel your… uhm… against me.”

“I’m sorry. But it feels nice like this. Do you mind? Want me to move back over?”

“No. It’s just that… yeah… it does feel nice to be lying like this,” I admitted and blushed.

Andrea started moving her right hand upward over my belly and was inches short of my right boob.

“You sure did some growing, you know?” she softly said and placed her hand on my boob, sending off sparks in front of my eyes.

I wasn’t sure how to react to this. It felt incredible having her pressed against me and with her hand on my tit. But wasn’t this gay? Wasn’t I supposed to say or do something here? All sorts of thoughts shot through my head, but I decided it felt just too fantastic to stop her and just enjoy the feelings.

“Thanks. I’m almost a B now,” I heard myself say with a trembling voice, “but if I’m going to look anything like mom, I still have some growing to do. She’s a double-D!”

“Wow!” Andrea whispered. And after a moment of silence, she said, “You know… I… I really like what we did.” She looked up to meet my eyes, and I could see the vulnerability all over her face.

This was clearly a big thing between us. If this went wrong, it could jeopardize our friendship. And I wanted nothing more than our friendship. Maybe even more than masturbating together again.

“I really liked it too! It’s WAY better than just doing it by yourself,” I said, forcing myself to smile through the thick tension in the air.

“Oh! I’m SO glad you liked it too! I was afraid you’d hate me for tricking you into this!”

“Wait. What? You didn’t trick me!”

“Well… maybe a little?”

“Shut up, Andy! We did this together,” I said, hugging her tightly against me.

“Okay then. I’m glad you’re my friend, Doofus,” she whispered and hugged me back.

“Me too, Dork!” I said as we loosened our hug.

We lay there silently for a few minutes when an idea popped up.

“Hey! Maybe I can ask my mom if we can go up to the cabin this weekend! We can do all sorts of fun stuff, like swimming, create some wicked TikTok movies, and maybe… you know…” I said excitedly and blushed at the last bit.

“Really!? Do you think she’d let us go up there on our own?”

“Dunno. Gotta ask her, but we’re almost thirteen. So I don’t see why not!” I said, knowing quite well how difficult this would get, but I felt excited as hell about the idea of the two of us up there on our own. An entire weekend with my best friend up there in the mountains would be fabulous! We could play games, make our own dinner, and maybe, just maybe, go skinny dipping together. Or more. This would be freaking awesome!

“I would like that a lot!” Andrea whispered and softly squeezed my boob, which I figured was unintentional but hot nevertheless.

“Me too,” I yawned.

I felt myself grow sleepy, and before I knew it, light was streaming in through the window, and Andy was lying on her back beside me, snoring loudly.

She’d kicked down the blanket, and her t-shirt had ridden up during the night. I was looking at my best friend’s exposed pussy, and immediately thought back about last night.

Her pussy looked about the same as mine. There were a few strands of hair above it and only a few on her lips, but she was otherwise bald. The last time I looked at it this good, it was completely bald, and we were still flat-chested. We thought nothing about it back then, but I found it extremely interesting and exciting now. I got a good, long look, but as I was overthinking my next move, Andrea moved, her eyes fluttered, and she looked at me with a big smile.

“Morning,” she said warmly.

“Morning!” I answered.

“Guess we fell asleep while you hugged me,” she said, grinning.

“Yeah. Guess we did,” I smiled.

“Don’t you… think it’s… I don’t know… weird to do that?”

“No!” I replied, acting surprised, “Do you?”

“No, I don’t. But you could, you know… feel silly for what we did.”

“Stop it, Andy! I like being with you. And I don’t feel sorry or silly about that. We do what we want, remember? Girl power?”

“Oh yeah. Girl power!” she smiled and looked at the little scar on her thumb where we bonded our friendship by blood, back when we were around six. Our parents were mad as hell when they found out what we did, and Andy’s thumb had to be stitched at the doctor’s office. But it did seal our friendship, and we were still proud of it.

After eating breakfast and collecting my stuff, it was time for me to head home. We were standing at the front door, and before I could head out, Andy pulled me in another hug and gave me a peck on my cheek.

“Thanks, Kel! This was fun!”

“Yeah,” I sheepishly replied and pecked her on her cheek.

“Can’t wait for the next time!” Andrea said excitedly.

“I’ll talk to Mom, promise!”

“Awesome! Text me when you know something, kay?”

“Sure thing!”

* * *

And so here I was, standing at the bedroom door of my big brother, feeling slightly depressed for having to ask him. I was twelve and a half now, and my mom had forced me to ask my almost fourteen-year-old brother for help. This just didn’t feel fair. I sighed deeply and softly knocked on his door. “What?” came from behind the door.

“Josh? Can I come in, please?” I asked.

“One sec,” he said, and I heard some movement.

Moments later, he opened the door to let me in. I looked around in his typical boy’s room and noticed how clean it was compared to mine. On his desk, his computer screen showed some lame-ass fantasy background with two scantily dressed warrior women, and old folk music came from his speakers. On the center of his desk was a half-finished model of some ancient warrior he was working on. He sure had some weird hobbies, but I decided to ignore them since I was here to ask for his help.

“Sup?” Joshua asked as I walked in.

I looked at my brother and was once again amazed at how goofy he looked. It wasn’t just his shiny braces showing when he smiled. It was his whole appearance. Right now, he wore a black t-shirt with a stylized representation of Hedwig, Harry Potter’s owl.

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like his shoulders were broader than I remembered them. But then again, I never really paid that much attention. He was my goofy brother, after all.

He was wearing his usual lounging pants, which were short, grey-colored sweat pants with a black, vertical stripe over each side. I couldn’t help but notice the lump in front of his pants and briefly wondered if maybe I had interrupted something. But I quickly ditched that thought because I didn’t want to think about my brother that way.

“I need your help,” I said, looking him in his eyes.

“Not interested,” was his short and emotionless reply.

“But…” I pressed, “you didn’t even listen to me!”

“Because it’ll probably be something stupid where you only need me to help you out, and then you’ll make fun of me again,” he said. “But if you feel the need to ask anyway, go ahead.”

I winced at his reply. The last time he helped me out, it ended with a bashing session from my soccer teammates. I had asked him to assist Molly’s mom in this big match that was coming up. Unfortunately, Molly’s mom knew nothing about soccer, and the only thing she did was tell us who played and called the substitutes, but at least we had a coach this way. I knew Joshua had studied the game frantically. His motivation to do this was typical for him. It was a different sport than usual, so he wanted to learn all about it. Plain and simple.

And he did have some good pointers before and during the match. But he overdid his duty in a way that only Joshua can. He dressed like a proper, high-class soccer coach. Joshua wore dress pants and a blouse and was even sucking on a lollipop. This caused a few giggles and weird faces from my teammates, but he ignored that or didn’t care.

The problem was that his dress pants were a little tight. I don’t remember it at all, and I didn’t want to know about it back then, but Andrea mentioned afterward that his front was filled out quite obviously. But when he sat down on the bench at the end of the second half, his pants ripped, and his plain white boxers were showing. All the girls on the field were pointing and laughing at him.

I didn’t want to, and I felt sorry for him. But it was a funny sight, and I didn’t want to chicken out in front of the other girls. So I joined them in their mocking session and laughed too. I felt terrible about it afterward, but I never apologized to my brother. I was hoping he’d forgotten about it, but that was clearly not the case.

“I’m really sorry about last time, Josh. I… it was…”

“I get it. I know how it works with group pressure. But it was… you know… I helped you out!”

“I know. And I really hate myself for it. So if you don’t wanna help me, I get it. And I totally understand. Just know I’m really sorry about it, and it won’t happen again. I promise,” I replied, feeling genuinely shitty about last time.

Joshua seemed to lighten up a little after my apology. “So, what is it this time?” Joshua asked.

“Andy and I want to spend this weekend up in the cabin, but Mom won’t let us go by ourselves. But if you join us, she says it’s fine…” I tried, keeping my eyes on him to size up his reaction.

“Just you and Andy?” he asked, and I felt him opening up to the idea.

“Yeah. Just the two of us. Well… three when you come with us,” I smiled warmly.

“What’s in it for me?” Joshua asked flatly.

“You… uhm… I don’t know… What do you want?”

This took him by surprise, judging by the look on his face. His eyes roamed around, but he was clearly struggling to find something he needed.

“I… uhm… I don’t want you guys to make fun of me,” he started.

“Of course. We won’t bother you if you don’t bother us. Deal! Anything else?”

“I want peace and quiet to make my drawings. And you two take care of dinner for those days.”

“Drawings. Dinner. Check!” I said, pleased about how this was playing out.

Joshua was quiet for a few moments and said, “And you take over my dishwasher duty for two weeks when we get back!”

“One week!” I said, not wanting to give in too much.

“Deal!” Joshua said, extending his hand for me to shake on.

“Great!” I said, shook his hand, and gave him a hug after we shook.

He hugged me back, and I was still feeling sorry about the last time. So I whispered, “I’m really sorry about earlier! I shouldn’t have done that! Can you forgive me?

“It’s okay. Just don’t do it again. When do we leave?”

We talked about when we wanted to leave, what to bring and who would carry what. Joshua insisted on taking the old, big backpack with the food, drinks, spare clothes, and towels because it was the heaviest and because he was the man. I giggled at that, but I’d let him have that one. I would carry our swimwear, sunscreen, the new first-aid kit, and some of Joshua’s drawing materials, whereas Andy would take all the extras, like props for our Tik-Toks, board games, and stuff. “Did you check the weather?” Joshua asked as I left his room.

“Yeah! It’s gonna be sunny and warm all weekend!” I smiled broadly.


* * *

It had been almost an hour since we said goodbye to Mom and started our hike toward the cabin. Our cabin was on the edge of the Mammoth Cave National Park and has been in our family for many generations. When the national park was established about eighty years ago, our grandfather agreed to sell the land to the government but demanded that our cabin be allowed to stay. And that we’d always have access to it through the dirt road. The agreement included that we weren’t allowed to sell the cabin, but our family never considered this, so the deal was made, and our family was the only party in the agreement that could end it. So we had that cabin until time itself ended.

From our home, it was a nearly four-hour hike. We usually hiked up there at least once a month. But lately, because of my dad’s busy schedule, this was down to around once every two months. About twice a year, my dad took the four-by-four, drove to the cabin for maintenance, and restocked food, drinks, and all the other stuff that needed replacement. Joshua went with him the last three or four times to help.

But he hated this. He just wanted to stay in his room to draw, work on his models, or write. Unfortunately for him, Dad insisted and also made Joshua help him with the usual gardening work. The forest ended in our backyard and required a lot of maintenance. We got our firewood for both the house and cabin from it, and Dad needed Joshua to help him. This was his way of making sure to pass the knowledge down to another generation.

“Let’s take a break here, kay?” I said to Kelly.

“Yes. Please!” she panted.

We had just completed one of the steepest parts of the hike, and I could hear how she struggled. Kelly had only been in the cabin once when we were about eight years old, and that time we drove up there with Dad.

“Josh? We’re taking a break,” I called out.

Joshua was behind us and had his earbuds in, listening to his music. We needed to get off the trail a bit and into an open spot near the trees. He gave me a thumbs-up, and Andrea and I walked over to the place. Moments later, as Joshua joined us, I handed each of them a water bottle. We sat down on some rocks, and I could see their faces were as flushed as mine from the climb.

It was already eighty-eight degrees outside, and we’d probably be topping ninety today. Andrea and I were basically dressed the same. We wore short, Daisy Duke style jeans, tight tank tops, and our hair in a ponytail. Andrea wore a red tank top. Mine was green. That was about the only difference. And our hair color, of course. We didn’t talk about it or anything. This was just our favorite outfit during warm sunny days.

Joshua was dressed for the occasion for once. Instead of black jeans and some lame-ass t-shirt, he was wearing light-brown, short khaki’s that ended halfway down his upper leg, topped off with a plain white shirt. I checked out his white legs and noticed they were completely hairless and still looked kind of boyish. But when I looked at his shoulders, I saw the confirmation of what I saw earlier. They had broadened over the last few months. He looked more like a man than a boy on that part of his body. I guessed the hard work in the garden was the cause of that. The only weird thing about Joshua’s outfit today was the lightweight jacket he tied around his waist.

“Why are you carrying that jacket? The weather only predicted sun for this weekend,” Andrea asked Joshua.

“Dunno. Just wanna be prepared for the worst, I guess,” Joshua shrugged and took a big swig from the water bottle.

“Better safe than sorry,” I said, not wanting Joshua to feel mocked.

“True,” Andrea added, probably sensing my intentions.

“You sure you’ve checked the weather?” Joshua asked while looking at the sky.

“Of course!” I replied but noticed Joshua’s eyes on the dark cloud that was forming.

“There’s no service,” Andrea said while holding up her phone to make her point.

“No shit! Better get used to that.” I smiled and ignored my brother’s rolling eyes, “There’s only one stripe of service every now and then. But only when we’re at the top. And then even just at certain spots near the lake.”

“Oh,” Andrea said and looked a bit disappointed.

“We better get moving. Just in case,” Joshua said as he got on his feet. “We’ve got about two hours of walking left.”

We got going again, and as the clouds above us kept growing, we kept increasing our pace. Finally, we left the cover of the woods behind us and went on to the open fields.

“It’s one straight shot to the cabin now, but I don’t think we’ll make it there before the rain,” I said when we paused for another quick drink and glanced at the almost pitch-black sky above us.

“Don’t we need to get back?” Andrea asked, looking a bit scared.

Joshua looked at the sky, and I could see the worried look on his face. He untied the jacket from his waist and put it on. I realized the temperature had dropped several degrees in the last few minutes, so I couldn’t blame him, and by now, I felt stupid for not bringing one myself.

“We’re way past the halfway point. So it’s smarter to press on than to head back,” Joshua matter-of-factly said.

“The weather can suddenly change up here,” I told Andrea, trying to comfort her.

“Oh?” she softly said and looked a bit scared.

“Yeah. We’ve had this a few times before. The weather forecast is all good and sunny. And then suddenly, a bad rainstorm comes out of nowhere on the slope of the mountain. Usually, it’s just a lot of rain, nothing serious with lightning or tornadoes,” I smiled, trying to put Andrea at ease, but feeling a bit scared myself since I’ve never seen it this dark before.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, where we almost doubled our pace, I felt a big drop of water on my shoulder. And immediately after that, another one on the middle of my head. Andrea yelped beside me, indicating she felt them too.

We had still a good twenty minutes of walking left and nowhere to hide, so we were bound to get wet. And oh boy, were we in for a treat.

“Okay. We’ll have to keep walking,” Joshua said behind us as the rain started to come down.

After a few minutes of relatively mild rain, the skies opened. It was as if someone emptied an endless bucket of water over us. I could hardly make out the drops, and water was just everywhere.

“HERE!” Joshua shouted from behind us and handed us his jacket.


“JUST HOLD IT ABOVE YOUR HEADS AND KEEP WALKING!” he shouted, and I could see his shirt was soaked and clinging to his body, and in that brief moment noticed his developed pecs.

That’s when I realized I was also soaked to the bone, and my top was clinging to my body as well. A quick glance at Andrea learned she was in the same position as I. Good thing we both wore bras today. Otherwise, we’d be practically topless.

“GO!” I shouted to Andrea, and we started walking so fast, we were almost running.

Joshua’s jacket didn’t seem like much when he gave it to us, but it was actually extremely helpful. It kept our faces dry, and we could clearly see where we were going. I was starting to feel cold all over my body, but the jacket kept most of my upper body relatively dry, and therefore I felt less cold on the upper half.

This made me think about Joshua. He must be freezing behind us! But that moment, Andrea shouted, “THERE IT IS!” I looked where she was pointing and saw our cabin pop up through the rain.

We ran toward the front door, glad to have the cover of the porch above us. Joshua had the key to the door, so I turned around to see where he was. But when I looked back, I didn’t see him. It was difficult to see through the heavy rain, but he was on our heels when we started our last part. I waited a few more seconds, but he didn’t show.

“WHERE’S JOSH!?” Andrea shouted, trying to get above the loud noise the rain was making on the porch’s roof, and she was looking worried.

“I DON’T KNOW!” I answered, feeling very scared now.

We waited a few more seconds before I grabbed the jacket from Andrea and shouted, “GIVE ME THE JACKET! I’LL GO LOOK FOR HIM!” and reached out my hands.


I had to give that to her. It was wiser to go together, but I didn’t want to force Andrea through the rain again. But since she proposed it herself, I simply nodded. Andrea held up the jacket. We got under it and started running back to where we came from.

“JOSH!” I shouted, but no reaction.

“JOSH!” Andrea shouted a few moments later.

There was still no reply, and my heart was beating inside my throat. I was so worried right at that moment I didn’t even care about the rain anymore. We kept running, and the moment I came over a small bump, my heart stopped. There was Joshua’s body lying motionless on the ground.

“JOSH!! JOSH!!” I shouted and ran toward him, feeling almost paralyzed with panic.

“JOSH!” I heard Andrea shout behind me, but it barely registered.

“Josh?” I asked, hovering over him to protect him from the pouring rain and trying to find out what was wrong.

A feeling of relief washed over me when he opened his eyes. His look was a bit unfocused, and his body was trembling all over, but he was alive.

“My… my ankle. I… I tripped…” he stammered between his shivers.

“Do you think you can get up?”

He looked at me, and I could see he tested his other foot. Then, a second later, he nodded and said, “If you can help me get up, I think I can manage.”

“Andy?” I said and looked at Andrea.

We helped Joshua to his feet, and I noticed him trembling like a leaf. The moment he put weight on his strained ankle, he moaned.

“Come on,” I said, looked at Andrea, and started supporting my brother on his left side.

Andrea got the idea and got to his right side. Joshua placed his arms over our shoulders for support, and we were ready to head to the cabin. Thankfully, the rain was down to more normal proportions by now, so we didn’t have to shout anymore. When we started walking, I noticed the backpack Joshua was carrying lying on the ground and reached out to pick it up

“Leave it,” Joshua moaned through clenched teeth. “It’s soaked all the way through… It’s way too heavy to take with us… and no use right now.”

“Okay. I’ll go get it when the rain stops,” I replied, realizing he was right. It just contained stuff we could do without at the moment, especially since everything was soaking wet anyway.

Our primary focus was getting into the cabin and ensuring we got dry. So we started heading for the cabin, and despite Joshua’s sore ankle, we arrived there quicker than I expected. As we were standing there, dripping all over the porch floor, Joshua let go of me and started searching in his pocket. His hands were shaking badly. But moments later, he handed me the key, and I quickly unlocked the door.

“Kelly!” Andrea said panicky behind me as I pushed against the door.

I looked back and stepped in just in time to support Joshua. He was shivering uncontrollably, and it seemed as if he had passed out. Moments after I caught him, he seemed to have snapped back.

“You okay?” I asked worriedly.

“I’m so cold…” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Let’s get inside. Now!” I said to Andrea, who nodded understandably.

We managed to get inside, and with my foot, I pulled back one of the wooden chairs from the table, and we helped Joshua sit down. I looked at my brother, and his shaking was almost painful to watch. His eyes kept closing, and his lips were turning blue.

“We need to get him out of these wet clothes,” I said to Andrea, realizing I was shivering quite a bit myself.

“And then what? We don’t have towels or spare clothes!” she said, and I could hear the panic in her voice.

“Grab the blankets from that bed, and put them all on the big bed over there. I’ll start undressing Josh in the meantime,” I said, feeling the urgency to take the lead.

I looked at her surprised face. “What?” I asked since she didn’t start moving.

“Are you really going to undress him? Like… all the way?”

“I… uhm… well… maybe not ALL the way,” I stammered, just now realizing what I said, “but we need to do something! If his temperature drops too low, it can be a serious thing! I read about it the other day. So, please… grab these blankets, and we’ll try to get him warmed up.”

That did it for Andrea. She turned around and headed for the blankets. I decided for myself that undressing Joshua down to his underwear would be okay for the three of us. We’d gone swimming together a lot, and this wouldn’t be much different from that. So I grabbed the bottom of his soaking wet shirt and lifted it over his head. Joshua had still enough consciousness in him to lift his arms.

It didn’t go really smoothly, but a few seconds later, the shirt landed on the floor with a loud smack. Seeing him now without his shirt made me notice how much his chest had developed since the last time I saw him shirtless. He had nice pecs, a clear start of a six-pack, and lovely, broad shoulders. How could I’ve missed this? Was it all because of his stupid clothes and geeky hobbies?

Needing to focus on the job at hand, I shook my head and knelt down to take off his shoes and socks. I threw his first shoe on top of his shirt, and I noticed Andrea was done with spreading out the blankets on the bed.

“I’m getting pretty cold myself!” she said softly, probably ashamed of admitting this now.

“Yeah. Me too. First things first,” I replied, realizing we also needed to find a solution for ourselves.

I started working on Joshua’s second shoe. The moment it came off, I noticed how odd his upper body was angled. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed again, and he was hanging to one side.

“JOSH!” I shouted and got to my feet.

His body slumped over further as I did this, and he dropped to the floor with a loud thump.

“Quick! Help me carry him to the bed!” I said to Andrea, who came running over.

I stood near Joshua’s head, put my hands under his armpits, and tried to get some grip. After a few moments, I felt like I had enough grip, so I nodded at Andrea, who counted down. With a lot of effort, I got his upper body onto the bed, but only a little bit of his butt was resting on the blankets, and his feet were still on the ground.

“He’s heavy!” Andrea panted.

“I know! Can you please get the sheet from the other bed?” I asked Andrea, realizing we needed to do something to get a bit dryer.

This time, she didn’t ask why but rushed over and quickly returned with the thin cotton sheet we used to ly on. She handed it to me, and as I started drying Joshua’s upper body with the corner of the sheet, she started working on his legs and feet. After we were done, I draped a bit of the blanket over his upper body. We still needed to get him entirely into the bed. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to fully cover him. But I also still needed to get rid of his wet pants first.

“I know. But this is good for now,” I said and stood next to his upper legs, where I started undoing his button and zipper.

“Good thinking!” Andrea said as she stood close to me, and I could hear her shivering.

As I started sliding down his wet khakis, his white boxer briefs came into view. First, the Calvin Klein text on the waistband, but soon enough, the white cotton of the boxers itself. When I started pulling down his pants, I thought nothing of it. But now that I saw his soaked boxers appear, I realized this had nothing to do with swimwear we’ve seen him in before.

Because they were so wet, they were almost transparent. I didn’t immediately realize it when I saw the dark spot of his pubes appear, but the moment my brother’s dick came into view, I realized that I was basically looking at his naked dick.

Though I decided to keep on going, Andrea sucked in a breath beside me, and it was obvious she wasn’t expecting to see this either. “Is that… what I think it is?” she whispered.

“I guess…” I softly replied, not taking my eyes off it as more and more of it was exposed.

I kept pulling down his pants, figuring the damage was already done. But when his darker dickhead appeared, I realized my brother had a reasonably big dick. I had such a good, long look that I was pretty sure it was four, or just a little over four inches long and quite thick.

I lifted each leg out of his pants and threw the pants aside. When I looked up at my brother and saw him lying there basically naked, an extremely strong tremble shot through my body, making my pussy instantly soaking wet. But seeing how wet his underwear was, I knew he needed to get rid of them too. And it would hardly make any difference in how much exposed he was already.

“Josh?” I asked.

He blinked and opened his eyes. His eyes moved from left to right, and it was evident that he didn’t have a clue where he was. So I stepped closer, and his eyes locked on mine when I came into view.

“Wha… what?”

“We need to get you into the bed to warm up, but…” I started.

“But what?” he asked, his focus slightly sharper than before.

“Well… your, uhm… Your underwear is wet. Really wet. Can you take ‘em off, or do you need help?”

“My underwear?” he asked, suddenly with panic in his voice as he realized he was almost completely naked already.

He lifted his head and looked down. His current situation couldn’t be missed from his point of view, and he started blushing furiously.

“I’m sorry, Josh. But you need to get warm,” I said with the most sympathetic voice I could find.

He simply nodded, and his hands started moving down, but they trembled so hard that he couldn’t find the waistband.

“You do it,” he whispered after a few failed attempts.

My heart was almost beating out of my chest as I started working on pulling down my brother’s underwear. But as it came down, I realized that looking at his exposed dick was still different from looking at it through the transparent white cloth.

His cut dick pointed downward and laid over his tight ballsack. His sack was pulled so tight that I couldn’t make out his balls. It was completely hairless, and a small patch of black hair above his penis was the only hair he had on his body besides his head.

“All done,” I said without trying to look too long and obvious at his dick, “let’s get you on the bed properly. Andy?”

I looked at my best friend and noticed she had taken off her top and shorts and was standing there in her underwear, shaking with her eyes locked on my brother’s groin.

“These clothes are so cold!” she stammered apologetically.

“I know,” I said and knew I had to get out of mine quickly as well.

We each got on one side of my brother’s shoulder and helped him completely onto the mattress. I saw his dick flopping around in the corner of my eye as he moved, which was very intriguing. We covered him with the blankets, and as I got off the bed, I looked at him and saw he was out again. I was feeling worried, and it must’ve shown because Andrea said, “He’ll be alright, Kel.”

“You really think so?” I said as I started taking off my top.

“Well… In the Girl Scouts, I learned that warming up another person can quickly be achieved by using body heat… And this works both ways.”

“You mean…” I asked, wondering if she was thinking what I was thinking.

“Yeah. We need to get in bed with your brother… I don’t think there’s another way.”

I noticed she didn’t sound disappointed or apprehensive at all. And the idea of feeling my brother’s naked body near me, or even against me, didn’t put me off at all! Heck! I liked the idea!

“And we need to…” I said, pointing at my panties, “take these off too, right?”

“I guess…” Andrea said, and I could see her blush.

“I bought these especially for this weekend,” she said, blushing and looking at mine.

“So did I,” I giggled and noticed how similar they looked.

Both were black with a bit of lace on the edges. They were nothing fancy. Just nice, stylish panties that made us look more mature. Andrea was wearing a striped blue and white bra, and as she reached around to undo the hooks, I felt butterflies in my stomach over the idea of seeing her boobs altogether.

It took me a second, but when I snapped out of it, I started working on my green bra with white dots. It was closed at the front, but by now, my hands were beginning to shake uncontrollably too, and I couldn’t undo it.

“Here. Lemme help,” Andrea softly said as she watched me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to her boobs. Her skin was naturally dark with her Cuban background, and her nipples were even darker. Her breasts were smaller than mine, and as she said before, they were a small A-cup. Not big, but clearly passed the puffy-nipple stage.

Her hands went to the front of my bra, and as her fingers started working on the clasps, another tingle shot through my pussy. Despite the cold, I was feeling all warm inside. But when she opened my bra and her hands moved the pads away, her palms brushed my stiff nipples, and a soft moan escaped my throat.

“You okay?” Andrea asked and looked at me with a sly smile.

“Yeah,” I smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“Let’s help you out of these as well,” she said, and her hands started pulling at my panties.

Before I could react, they were at my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I felt Andrea’s eyes roam over my body, and I felt exposed but very sexy standing there, despite my shaking hands and body.

“You look nice,” she whispered, and I could see her blush.

Andrea grabbed the sheet and started drying my body. She did it quite unceremonially, but it still felt incredibly nice to feel her hands all over my body. Andrea didn’t linger as much on my boobs as I would’ve done to her, but I didn’t blame her, considering how cold we both were. She gently pushed against my shoulders and started drying my back.

“All done,” she said, and as I turned around, she was already drying herself.

She looked at me as she was drying herself. She handed me the towel as she started pulling down her own panties, and after a few moments of me drinking in the sight of her nude body, I gave back the sheet. I noticed how much her hands were shaking now, and I folded my arms in front of my chest to at least feel a little bit warmer. After Andrea was done, she tossed the sheet on the ground

We stood on either side of the bed, ready to get in. “This is weird,” I said, looking at my naked best friend as I was about to step equally naked into the same bed as my nude brother.

“Yeah… But it’s for the best,” she smiled.

I lifted the blanket and saw my brother was still passed out. I looked at his now exposed chest and still wondered how it got this hot this quickly. I inhaled deeply, stepped in, and draped the blanket over us. The bed was shaking as Andrea was doing the same on the other side of the bed.

I lay on my back, and my right side was pressed against my brother’s body. His body felt even colder than mine, and I could still feel him shiver a little. We laid quietly like this for a good ten minutes, and I felt our combined heat warming us up nicely by now.

“What are you doing?” Joshua mumbled as he was getting back to us.

I looked at him and said soothingly, “We need to get you warm, remember?”

“Oh. Right. But… I’m… you’re…” he stammered.

“I know. But getting out of our wet clothes was the only way to get warm quickly. After we’re warm, we’ll light up the fireplace,” I smiled warmly as I looked into my brother’s eyes.

He was looking at me with a panicked look in his eyes that I couldn’t place. But when I felt something brush against my hip, my eyes widened, and Joshua winched. Was this his…?

“Turn on your side,” Andrea said, “that way, our bodies make the most contact, and the effect will be even better.”

She pushed against Joshua’s shoulder, and he turned toward me. I hesitated slightly because I wanted to ensure I felt what I felt. But it quickly dawned on me that I could feel it even better with my back pressed against him.

So I also turned to my left side, and when I felt Joshua was on his side too, I scooted back. At first, his upper chest touched my back, but I was determined to feel all of him against me by now. So I moved my lower body back toward my brother. The moment I felt his dick touch my lower back, I felt my pussy contract. This was a dick pressed against me. And a hard one as far as I could tell. I didn’t care that it was attached to my brother at all. It was an even bigger turn-on, if I was being frank.

When I was pressed entirely against him, there was no more doubt that he was hard as a rock. It was nudged between my butt cheeks, and the tip was pressed against my lower back. I was SO excited to feel this that I felt as if every nerve in my body was on high alert.

“I’m so sorry, Kel,” Joshua whispered so softly I could barely hear it, but the panic in his voice was unmistakable.

“It’s okay,” I croaked a little too loud as my voice betrayed me.

“What is?” Andrea asked behind us.

“Lying like this,” I responded, internally proud of this quick reply because I didn’t want this to ever end.

“Yeah. It’s better, isn’t it? I’m starting to feel warmer already. How are you doing, Josh?”

“Hmppf,” was all that came out of his throat.

“Well… you’ve stopped shaking, and you’re not passing out, so it’s better, right?” Andrea asked.

I felt Joshua nod and his body relaxed a little. We were lying like this for about five minutes, each of us lost in our thoughts. Joshua’s hard dick twitched every now and then, and I was only thinking about how nice it felt to feel him pressed against me like this. But, deep down, I knew I needed more. So, after a long internal struggle, I grabbed his hand that was lying modestly on my hip and placed it directly on my left boob. When his hand touched my over-sensitive nipple, my pussy started contracting sharply again.

When his hand closed itself around my boob, another exciting thing happened. My brother’s hard dick twitched violently between us. To me, this indicated that he was also enjoying this tremendously.

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispered real softly again into my ear.

I responded by pushing my butt back against his hardon, and I squeezed my butt cheeks at the same time to let him know I wanted this. Apparently, Joshua needed no further encouragement because he started kneading my boob and gently pinched my nipple. I could barely hold back a few moans, and my cheeks kept gently rubbing over his shaft. My pussy was beyond wet by now, and I felt an incredible urge to touch it. It would just be too many kinds of wrong to do this now, but I felt my hormones were clouding my judgment at the moment.

“This is really helping,” Andrea said behind me, snapping me back to reality, “I’m starting to feel warm. Almost sweaty. But my back is still cold.”

“Uh-uh,” I managed to get out of my throat.

“And I don’t hear the rain anymore,” Andrea continued.

I was clamping my legs shut in a vain attempt to release the pressure. But Joshua’s kneading hand on my tit and hard rod against my back made this impossible.

“No. Guess it stopp- aah,” Joshua said and moaned as I firmly rubbed my butt against his cock again.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Uh-huh,” Joshua said, and I could feel him nod.

“Hey! Have you been working out?” Andrea asked after a few seconds, and I could hear the sweet talk ooze from her voice.

A very slight sting of jealousy shot through me. It was odd to feel jealous of my brother. Of course, Joshua wasn’t my boyfriend, nor could he ever be. He was my damn brother! But still… I wanted to touch him. Feel his cock and hard muscles.

I wanted him inside me.

That realization shocked me. It came out of nowhere, but it was SO true! I wanted my virginity to be gone, and I wanted my big brother to take it.

“N- no,” Joshua stammered.

“Well… I noticed you’ve grown some muscles, and I think they look nice on you,” Andrea said as she kept on sweet-talking my brother.

I felt her fingers touch me every now and then as her hands caressed the side of Joshua’s body. Her light touches felt electric to me, and that’s when I knew it. I was in bed naked with a boy I wanted to give my virginity to and with my best friend I wanted to fool around with. How could this be wrong? If I played it right, I might have both.

As I was considering my options, Andrea said, “can we turn on our other side now? My back is still cold.”

Joshua swallowed audibly behind me, and the gears of my brain kicked into motion. I lifted my brother’s hand from my boob, squeezed my cheeks one more time, eliciting another soft moan, and then turned to my back. I smiled when I saw the fear on Joshua’s face and looked at Andrea.

“He can’t turn around. He’s got a boner, and he doesn’t want you to feel it,” I said, and Joshua’s eyes went wide as saucers.

I knew I was putting him on the spot this way. But I also knew that Andrea would be cool about it. And this way, it was way easier to make a move. So Andrea blinked a few times, and then a sly smile spread across her lips. She winked at me and turned to her back too.

“I get it,” she said, “but you don’t have to be ashamed. It’s natural. Right, Kel?”

I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but I decided to play along. So I said, “Completely natural.”

“But we’ve already seen it when we put you in bed. And I think you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” Andrea said as she kept looking at the ceiling.

Joshua turned to his back and looked at me, then at Andrea. I noticed something had changed in the way he looked at me. It wasn’t anger or fear. It was something else.

“But it isn’t fair,” he whispered, also looking at the ceiling now.

“What isn’t?” I asked, realizing now what the change in his look was. He was horny!

“You two saw me, but I didn’t get a chance to look at you,” he whispered after a short pause.

“Well… we could pull down the blankets,” I said softly, “it’s way too hot under them by now anyway.”

The three of us chuckled nervously at that, but no one made a move. The tension inside the room was thick, and I felt like we were about to cross a line.

“You’re also going to see your sister naked. You know that, right?” Andrea said with a grin that I couldn’t place.

“So?” I snapped, “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing! Honestly. But some people might think it’s weird. Just saying.”

“I like how she looks,” Joshua whispered shyly, “So what if she’s my sister? It’s not like we’re having sex.”

“Yet…” Andrea said bluntly in the silence that followed.

That made my heart skip a few beats. The realization of me wanting to have sex was back, and there was no way I could deny it.

Joshua alternated his look between Andrea and me and shrugged. He surprised me as he took the initiative. With his feet, he started pulling down the blankets covering us. He stopped when the blanket reached our midsections and looked openly at my boobs. He switched his gaze between Andrea and me, and I felt extremely sexy being watched like this. Especially when I also saw Andrea looking at me with a lustful look in her eyes.

But my eyes switched between Joshua’s hairless and slightly muscular chest and Andrea’s small boobs. I loved looking at both and wanted to lick and kiss them badly. The blanket ended just below the top of Joshua’s pubic hairs, and his dick made a small tent. I couldn’t see it clearly enough, but it seemed that a few of Andrea’s pubes were also visible. The tension about seeing forbidden flesh was almost unbearable.

“Wow,” Joshua said softly, “you look amazing!”

“Yeah. You too,” Andrea and I replied simultaneously.

We all giggled nervously at that. My heart was beating fast as I anticipated the next step. Joshua must’ve sensed it because the blanket slowly moved further down moments later. At first, his reddish dickhead came into view, and both Andrea and I sucked in a breath. This didn’t seem to bother Joshua because the blanket kept moving down. Then, more and more of his stiff dick appeared, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Andrea’s pussy on display.

But two pairs of eyes were focused on my brother’s stiff dick, which looked amazing! Then, finally, when the blanket started sliding down over his balls and his entire dick was visible, I could adequately judge its size and girth. I guessed that with five and a half inches, it was slightly longer than when it was soft. But seeing it hard and throbbing with every heartbeat impressed me even more than when I saw it for the first time.

I glanced quickly at Andrea and saw her eyes were roaming over my body. But my eyes returned to that amazing piece of hard flesh between my brother’s legs.

“Can I touch it?” I heard myself whisper and looked Joshua in his eyes.

“I… uhm… you…” he stammered.

But I actually didn’t need approval. I felt a deep, primal need to feel, squeeze, and jerk it. I needed to see him cum, and that need came from a place so deep inside my soul that I didn’t even know I had it. I watched my hand as it snaked over his hip, inching its way toward the end zone.

The moment my fingertips touched the hard rod, I was amazed by the warmth radiating from it. But I didn’t waste any time on this unexpected fact, and when I saw my hand wrap around it, another surge of pleasure shot through my already trembling pussy.

“Ahhhh!!!” Joshua moaned when my fingers gripped him firmly.

I couldn’t explain the pleasure and amazement I felt when I held my very first boner in my hand. It felt hard and soft at the same time, and I could feel my brother’s heartbeat through it. Next, my hand moved upward, and when I reached the edge of his dickhead, I was treated with a completely new texture under my shaky fingers. Then, when they completely covered his dickhead, the softness and sponginess gave me another shot of pleasure. And as I softly squeezed it, Joshua moaned again.

My eyes were fixed on his dick and balls, and all of this lasted only a few seconds. Then, as I was toying with it, I saw Andrea’s hand join mine. Her hand was on the bottom half of my brother’s hard cock, and she moved down to cup his balls. These fascinated me greatly, but right now, I was primarily focused on his dickhead and shaft.

I’ve already seen enough clips of guys jerking off that I knew the basic mechanics. And that same primal urge to touch his cock, was urging me on to watch him shoot his cum. It was almost as if I wasn’t myself anymore as that urge took over.

So I gently moved my hand down over the tip of his dick, where my hand touched Andrea’s. Our eyes met briefly, and judging by how she looked at me, she was almost hornier than I felt.

But by now, I was on a mission. I wanted my brother to cum. I wanted, no, I needed to see him spurt his cum. There was only one way we’d go from here, and that was his orgasm. So as I slowly started moving my fist up and down the tip and upper half of his cock, Andrea began to massage the lower half, which she alternated with toying with his balls.

“Ohhh… I’m… AAAHHHH!” Joshua moaned and squirmed under our massaging hands.

Andrea and I kept going, and I saw her move in the corner of my eye. She laid her head on Joshua’s chest and looked at me longingly. I instinctively knew what she wanted, so I moved my head up too, and the moment our noses touched, we kissed each other passionately.

“Stop it! I’m… LOOK OUT!” Joshua said with fear in his voice.

I could feel him trying to squirm away from our hands, but I would have nothing of that. He was probably afraid he’d cum, and we’d be offended by it, but the exact opposite was true.

“Just let it come! Shoot your stuff for us!” I hoarsely said, breaking the kiss with Andrea and looking down at his thick cock.

“I… AH! AH! AH! AAAAHH!!” Joshua moaned.

I felt his dick grow even fatter in my massaging hand, and it started kicking violently. Then, a heartbeat later, the first spurt flew out of his dick and hit me on my chin. The following spurts weren’t as powerful, but the globs landed all over the top of his six-pack and ended around his belly button.

A good six or seven spurts later, a small dribble hung from the tip of his dick, and Joshua was panting heavily.

As I realized what I had just seen, I looked over at Andrea, feeling stunned. But as I looked at her, I only saw horniness and lust in her eyes. She didn’t look surprised at all. Her lips turned into a wicked smile when she looked at my chin. Andrea moved in and licked the glob of cum from my face. This both tickled and felt hot at the same time.

“Mmhhh. Nice!” she smiled after exaggeratingly licking her lips.

She glanced down at the top of my brother’s six-pack and lapped up some of that too. This was it! I needed a taste too! I wanted to know what it tasted like, and I certainly didn’t want Andrea to have it all. So I also moved down and lapped up the nearest glob.

It tasted… interesting. It was between sweet and salt and had a very intriguing texture. It took me a little while to process, but I knew I liked it. I liked it a lot, so I moved my face down to get some more and satisfy my primal need.

My face was just inches away from my brother’s still hard cock and the small patch of black pubes as I was licking all over his muscular lower abdomen. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw Andrea move. Judging by the movement of the mattress, she was getting up. I didn’t care too much about what she was about to do because I was too focused on eating my brother’s cum.

But, moments later, when I felt her hands on my knees, gently spreading them, I figured she would touch my soaking pussy. Maybe even finger me and satisfy my neglected puss!

So I willingly spread my legs. I was lapping up the last drop around Joshua’s belly button. After this, just the drop hanging from the slit of his dick was left. But I was too chicken to lick his dick, so I decided to leave it hanging. Since I was done here and Andrea was going to touch me, I might as well get comfortable, soI turned to my back. Joshua was still panting and had his arm over his head, looking at the ceiling.

I was expecting a few probing fingers around my pussy. But when I felt something moist and warm cover my pussy lips and a wet, soft worm sneaking around and trying to wiggle its way between my lips, I immediately put two and two together. My best friend was eating me out!

I let out a loud moan when the realization hit, and the overwhelming feeling washed over my body. Joshua’s body moved beside me, and judging by his soft, “oh fuck!”, he saw what was going on and apparently loved it.

Moments later, I felt his hand on my tit again, and he started pinching my nipple gently. His massaging hand and squeezing fingers lifted me off the bed. At least mentally. I felt like I was floating in mid-air because of all the attention my body was getting.

Andrea’s tongue was doing something magical between my legs because I felt like I was practically cumming, but somehow she managed to prevent the inner dam from breaking. I was constantly on the verge of cumming, but never went over the top.

“I think you’re ready,” Andrea said, and a shot of disappointment shot through my body as her face left my pussy.

“Ready for what?” I asked, looking down at my best friend’s face that was looking up from between my spread legs.

“Ready to get fucked,” she said matter-of-factly, and a wicked smile slowly appeared.

I noticed Andrea’s hand was around Joshua’s hard cock, slowly massaging it. It took a few moments for her words to sink in, but I looked at my brother when they did. The look on his face was a mixture of fear, surprise, and lust. This look represented precisely how I felt. I wanted to feel his hard dick slide into me. But I had never done this before. Wouldn’t it hurt? And, last but not least, he was my freaking brother!

“But… I’m… we’re… he’s my…” I stammered.

“She’s my… I… I never…” Joshua stammered next to me.

Andrea started laughing and looked at us both.

“Look,” she started, “I know you’re brother and sister. But I think that’s the best way to do this! You love each other, but not like ‘that’. So if either of you doesn’t like it, no one’s feelings will get hurt. And no bragging, slut shaming, nothing!”

Being the drama queen she is, a dramatic pause followed, where I let these words sink in. It only took me a few moments to make a decision. I wanted to be fucked by my brother. He had a nice body, he’d never hurt me, and Andrea would be here for moral support. But Andrea’s words about us not being romantically involved gave me the final push.

“But..” I heard Joshua half-heartedly sputter.

“I want to try it…” I whispered softly, interrupting my brother and looking him in his eyes.

“You do?” Joshua asked, and the fear on his face was instantly replaced with amazement.

“Yeah. Andy’s right. I know I want to know what it feels like, and I guess you do too,” I said, feeling myself grow even hornier by the thought of losing my virginity to my own brother.

“I uhm… I guess you’re right. But are you sure it isn’t… I don’t know… weird?” he said, but somehow I knew he was playing it down so he wouldn’t seem too eager.

“Why would it be weird?” Andrea chipped in, “it’s just sex! It’s not like you’re trying to get her pregnant or something.”

“How do we do it?” I said to no one in particular but was determined to get this show on the road.

I was hornier than I’ve ever been, and getting fucked by that magnificent-looking cock attached to my brother’s fine-looking body, was something that needed to happen soon!

“Why don’t you lie on your back, Josh? Kel can sit on top of you; that way, she can easily control how deep and fast you guys go,” Andrea said softly, and I could hear her voice tremble from anticipation.

“But I can’t,” I started.

“I’ll make sure to point his… uhm… dick at the correct place. Don’t worry! And I’ll be right behind you to help you,” she said soothingly.

Andrea extended her hand to help me up. When our faces got close, she kissed me passionately on my mouth and slid her tongue inside. I tasted something I had never tasted before and realized I tasted my own cunt juices. Andrea smiled at me when we broke the kiss and gently pushed me toward my brother.

Joshua turned to his back, and I looked at him as I straddled his waist. He was obviously nervous, but there was also sheer lust dripping from his face. I loved that look! I sat down on my brother’s lap, and the moment my pussy landed on his rock-hard cock, we both let out a soft moan. I placed my hands on Joshua’s chest and marveled once again at his solid and tight pecs.

“Lift your butt a bit Kel,” Andrea said.

So I did just that, and a moment later, Joshua sucked in a breath. I figured Andrea was gripping his dick, which was confirmed a second later when I felt the warm and squishy dickhead touch the outside of my pussy. She rubbed it up and down over the length of my pussy lips a few times, causing my brother and me to squirm a little.

“Ready?” Andrea asked as I was getting used to feeling my brother’s dick rubbing over my pussy.

I looked down at Joshua, and a slight nod from his head was all I needed.

“Yeah. I think so! But I’ll stop if it hurts, okay?”

“Of course!” Joshua said immediately, looking a bit worried all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry! You’re wetter than a fire hydrant in a dog kennel. This won’t hurt one bit. Trust me.”

I felt the tip of my brother’s dick press against the entrance of my pussy. This was it! This morning I wanted to fool around with my best friend, but here I was, losing my virginity to my brother. And every fiber in my body was buzzing with anticipation.

“Just slowly move down, Kel! And keep your butt on the mattress, Josh! Let your sister determine the pace.”

Joshua nodded silently. But as the tip of his dick slid inside me, the nodding stopped, and his eyes flew open. We simultaneously sucked in a breath, and I felt his dick twitching slightly, but since the tip was held by my pussy, and the shaft by Andrea’s hand, there wasn’t much room for it to twitch.

I slowly inched my way down over his throbbing member. I was expecting to feel a bit of pain, or at least some discomfort. But none of that was true. Instead, I felt stuffed and stretched, but in the best way possible. I never felt anything this fantastic ever before.

By now, about an inch of my brother’s dick was inside me, and not only did I want more. I wanted it all!! I needed every inch of his hard, throbbing cock inside me. I felt the inside of my pussy contracting lightly, and Joshua’s dick twitched a little with every contraction. He still didn’t have enough room to have a significant effect on me, but I felt it. And it was a massive turn-on for me to keep going.

So I inched down further, and when my underside touched Andrea’s hand, I knew I was only about halfway. There was still more of this magnificent cock left!

“Ohhh…” I moaned as I clearly felt the rim of his cockhead inside of me.

“Does it feel good?” Andrea softly asked as her hand left Joshua’s dick and snaked over my right hip.

I simply nodded as I wanted to stay focused on impaling myself on my brother’s boner. But then, I felt Andrea move behind me, and moments later, her tits pressed against my back.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” She whispered in my ear, and her hand slowly moved from my hip toward my pussy.

Not trusting my voice enough to speak, I shook my head, and as I slid down even further, Joshua moaned loudly. I almost forgot there was someone attached to this dick, so I tried finding eye contact with him. His gaze was unfocused, and his mouth was slightly open. It looked like he was enjoying this even more than I was, which I found almost unbelievable.

Getting used to being filled up like this and feeling absolutely no pain, I let the last bit of his dick slide into me in one quick move. I was SO eager to have my brother’s entire dick inside me that I threw my caution in the wind. When Andrea’s fingers started caressing my pussy, I let the tension in my legs go.

The result was almost unbelievable. I dropped at least two inches, and when our pubes mashed together, the pressure on my clit nearly triggered an orgasm. Inside, the tip of his dick touched a spot I couldn’t place at the moment. I later learned he hit my cervix, which unleashed a whole new wave of different feelings I had never felt before.

I looked at my brother as we both moaned loudly, and his eyes found mine. The look of pure lust and horniness was sexy as hell. Somehow we both knew what we wanted, and we didn’t need words to let the other know what that was. We needed to fuck! I Needed his cum inside my pussy. And I needed it as quickly as possible.

I gently squeezed my brother’s pecs, and when Andrea’s left hand snaked around my upper body and cupped my right boob where she started toying with my over-sensitive nipple, her right hand started toying with my clit.

“Fuck him!” she whispered in my ear as her whole body was pressed against my back, and her hands started stimulating me for real.

It was as if I wasn’t myself at that moment. Lust had taken over, and hearing my best friend’s encouragements in my ear was the last drop. I slowly lifted myself up and felt the rim of my brother’s dickhead slide down through my soaking wet love canal.

Right before he slipped out, I immediately moved down again. Both my brother and I moaned loudly, and Andrea’s finger was now properly rubbing my clit, which caused my pussy to get even slipperier.

When my clit crushed against my brother’s pubes and he hit my cervix again, I almost came. By now, I was constantly on the verge of cumming, and I felt an incredible urge to do something about that. So after I felt my brother’s dickhead travel down my insides again, I decided to try something new.

When he couldn’t go down anymore and Andrea’s mouth was kissing the side of my neck, I relaxed the muscles in my legs, let gravity do its work, and dropped down.

The result was unbelievable! The pressure on both my clit and my cervix was beyond everything I had ever felt before. And I came! My pussy started contracting, but it didn’t go through all the way. The feelings inside me were the same, but my pussy just couldn’t do its regular thing because it was so filled up. So I came, but not in the way I usually came. It was so weird and confusing, but also sexy and thrilling beyond everything I’ve known up until then.

A loud moan from Joshua told me this was also the way for him. So I lifted myself again and dropped down hard. After I did this a few times, Joshua lifted his butt off the mattress to slam hard into me. This enhanced the effect to a level where I was constantly cumming, but never went completely over the hill. Even Andrea’s fingers on my clit and nipple couldn’t bring me over.

The lewd sounds of flesh slapping loudly together filled the cabin, and as Joshua’s moans increased in both level and pitch, so did our pace in fucking.

“AH! AH! AH! AHHH!” Joshua moaned under me.

I dug my fingers into his pecs and felt a tornado approach from deep within. The intensity of it was both frightening and liberating, as I knew this was it. I felt my brother’s dick grow even fatter within my insides, and when he slammed into me, he did it with such force I knew he was cumming.

The moment his dick started kicking inside me, and I felt his sperm shoot out, coating my insides, I felt the tornado unleashing itself. I could only let out a deep, animal-like grunt. I heard it coming out of my throat, and it almost sounded alien-like. I never knew I could produce such a sound.

The pressure that had built up during my incestuous fuck, gathered in the middle of my body, right above my stomach. And when I came, that pressure spread throughout every part of my body. First, it traveled down my arms, after which my fingers started tingling. After this, I felt it fly both up and down in my chest, causing my head to feel like it spun on my neck. My vision was blurry, and I felt my pussy contract so sharply that I was surprised I wasn’t hurting my brother.

Andrea’s fingers were still playing around, but apparently, she knew to tone her actions down now. My brother’s dick was still kicking around, but I didn’t feel any more cum shooting out of it. I never felt my muscles down there contract the way they did now, and this way, I was milking his cock dry.

Joshua lowered his butt back on the mattress, and as I leaned back against my best friend’s body, I felt myself returning from this magnificent orgasm.

“That was some hardcore shit!” she whispered with obvious amazement in her voice.

“I need to lie down,” I said, but the words came out so raggedly that I could barely hear them myself.

Andrea supported me as I got up. As my brother’s dick slid out, I felt a little of his cum drip out of me. After I laid down next to Joshua, I looked at him. His eyes were a little unfocused, but after a few moments, they locked with mine, and a big grin spread across his face.

“We need to do that A LOT more!” he softly said, and the three of us all giggled at that.

This post-orgasmic silliness relieved the tension I was afraid we’d have. But there was absolutely none of that. Joshua was clearly okay with this, and I certainly knew I was. I just wasn’t sure how Andrea would act on this. So as she laid down next to me, I kissed her on her cheek.

“You both look like you enjoyed yourselves,” Andrea said, smiling broadly.

“If I knew having sex would be this awesome, I would’ve done it way sooner!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah! Really!” Joshua added, clearly as excited as I was.

“I know…” Andrea said softly, “that’s exactly what I thought after my first time!”

It took me a few seconds for this to land. I guess I was still riding my orgasmic wave, but it suddenly landed.

“What do you mean? You’ve had sex before?” I said into the silence that followed Andrea’s comment.

“I… uh… yeah. I kinda did…” she said apologetically.

“Wh… what!? With whom?!” I asked as I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Why didn’t she tell me? I was her best friend, for Christ’s sake! So Andrea had sex, and she kept it a secret? Despite the post-sex hormones flowing through my body, I started to feel pissed.

“This has to stay between us! You have to promise me!” she said, and I could see her struggling, causing me to immediately feel a lot less angry.

“Uhh… you watched my sister and me have sex. I think you’re good!” Joshua said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“I know. But still…” Andrea whispered.

“You’ve got our word!” I said and ignored the urge to hug her, “right, Josh?”

“Of course!” he said with such a serious voice that it was clear he meant it.

“Well… Roberto and I… we… you know,” Andrea stammered.

“What? You’ve had sex with your brother too?” I exclaimed, hardly believing my ears.

Roberto was about half a year older than Joshua. They went to the same school and even shared some classes. I didn’t think he was hot, but several classmates thought differently.

He had the same dark, Cuban skin as his sister, long, black wavy hair that ended just below his ears, and, I had to admit, a cute smile.

“I did. Well… we did. Yeah.”

“Oh wow…” Joshua whispered.

“But… how?” I asked, still confused.

“A few months ago, I walked in on him to ask something about my history homework. And there he was, looking at his monitor with his pants around his ankles and his hard dick in his hand. I clearly saw it all right before he tried covering up and shouted about me needing to knock and stuff. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off his dick. And as he tried to kick me out of his room, he stood up and tripped over his pants.”

Joshua started giggling, looked at me, and said, “You almost caught me last week too! I was just in time to pull up my boxers.”

“Oh! I remember that!” I said, laughing, realizing just now what I witnessed the other day.

His pants were in a heap below his desk, which I found odd, but didn’t connect the dots at that time.

“Then what?” Joshua asked, looking very interested.

“Well… he fell to the floor and hit his head on his bedpost. So I helped him get up, and he sat on his bed, his pants still around his ankles. He calmed down after a bit and put his hands in his lap to cover up.”

“He must’ve felt awful!” I said, holding my hand in front of my mouth.

“He did. But we started talking, and after a while, I managed to get him to feel better, and I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. Pretty soon, the subject went to him jacking off, of course! And as it turned out, we were both extremely curious about how the other one masturbated. So we sat on opposite sides of his bed, where we both did our thing. It was SO hot watching him cum!”

“Holy shit!” Joshua said, “Now I feel silly for covering up!”

“Yeah! Why did you do that?!” I laughed.

“We did this almost every day from then on,” Andrea continued, “until one day, he asked if I wanted to try jerking him. Of course, I didn’t dare to ask, but I didn’t think twice when he offered this!”

“Of course not!” I smiled.

“The moment I took his dick in my hand, something clicked inside my head. I just had to feel how it felt inside me!”

I glanced over at Joshua and noticed his now soft dick was starting to get hard again. I thought boys couldn’t get it hard for a while after they came. Apparently, I was wrong!

“Since I was already naked, I just had to scoot over, where I started brushing his tip against my hole. Roberto looked questioningly at me but didn’t say anything. But when I pushed a little and felt him go in… Best. Feeling. Ever!”

She used her best drama queen voice to say this, but I truly knew how it felt, so I couldn’t blame her for it.

“Roberto grabbed my hips, and before I knew it, we were fucking. It wasn’t as intense as your first fuck, but it was damn close! We fucked like rabbits after that first time. Every chance we get, he’s inside me. I even went into his room after we went to bed last week. Of course, we had to be quiet, but the risk of getting caught made it even better.”

“Aren’t you afraid to get pregnant?” I asked.

“I was at first. But I’m on the pill now, and Roberto says a brother can’t get his sister pregnant.”

“That’s bullshit!” Joshua said sternly.

“Josh!” I said, feeling sorry for Andrea.

“It’s okay, Kel. I know it is,” Andrea softly said, “but if he wants to believe it, I don’t mind. As long as he keeps fucking me! That’s why I’m on the pill now anyways.”

“I still haven’t had my period yet. But I need to talk to mom and get on the pill as soon as possible because I want to keep on doing this, but I don’t want to… you know…”

“I know. And will this be a problem?” Andrea asked.

“Nah. Mom is cool about it. She even talked to me about me still not having my period and that I can come to her whenever I need to.”

I wanted to know what happened precisely, so in the silence that followed, I asked, “So… did you plan something when you knew we were going to the cabin? You wanted it to happen between us too?”

“I didn’t plan anything,” Andrea said calmly as a sly grin spread across her face. “But when I saw Josh’s dick with you so close to it, I figured I might as well give you a push in the right direction.”

“I did get a push, alright,” I giggled, and my hand went down to lightly caress my pussy and assess the potential damage.

“I… uhh…” Andrea stammered after looking at Joshua’s hard dick.

“What?” I asked, looking at some of my brother’s cum on my fingers that leaked out of my pussy.

“I don’t know how to ask this…” she blushed.

“Try us,” Joshua said as he scratched his balls openly.

“Is it okay if he fucks me?” Andrea asked, looking at both of us.

“I… uhh… sure! As long as I get another go. I mean… you helped us out and stuff, so I don’t see why not. Josh?”

“Oh, don’t worry! We’ll definitely do that again! And I think it’s only fair if I fuck Andy. She DID help us out, you know?” he chuckled as a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“And…” Andrea said as she blushed.

I slapped her softly on her arm and said, “Come on! Spit it out! You don’t have to act all shy now, you know!”

“I like the taste of cum. A lot!” Andrea said.

“Do I need to take it out before I cum?” Joshua asked.

“No. Well… that’s perfect. But what I meant was…”

“You want to eat me out again!” I said, interrupting my best friend.

“Do you mind?” Andrea asked with a wicked grin.

“Well… Duh!” I laughed, “but how do we…”

“Oh, that’s easy!” Andrea said as she turned to her back.

She scooted down the bed, so her ass was at the edge of the mattress. Joshua caught on, got to his feet, and stood at the end of the bed with his boner sticking up, throbbing and hard as a rock. I couldn’t deny to myself that I had fallen in love with his cock. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked by it, so I felt slightly jealous when it was this close to Andrea’s pussy. But I also knew that Joshua enjoyed it so much that he’d do me again in the blink of an eye.

“Get that pussy over here,” Andrea hoarsely said, gesturing for me to sit on her face.

“Do I look at the wall, or…”

“Whatever you want. I’d look at your brother if I were you. You’ve got the best seat in the house that way!”

So I lifted my leg over her and sat on my knees, hovering my pussy above her face. I looked at Joshua as he stood there, holding his stiff dick at the base.

I let my eyes roam over his body, and now that I could see him from his balls up, I was even more convinced about how fine his body was. A small patch of black pubes, a noticeable v-line above it, topped off with a tight, barely noticeable, but definitely there, six-pack.

I did get a good look at his pecs and shoulders while we fucked, but seeing the complete picture now, I couldn’t stop admiring his body. And I had to convince him to start dressing differently, but that wasn’t for now. This just wasn’t the time or place for that.

“Where uhm…” Joshua asked as he put the tip of his dick against Andrea’s pussy.

“Can you help him?” Andrea asked amused, “I’ve got other business to attend to.”

And right after she said that, her tongue started licking all around the outside of my pussy.

“Ohhh…” I moaned because of that sudden stimulation.

But I didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity. So I lowered myself and looked directly at my best friend’s pussy where my brother’s dickhead was probing around.

“Here,” I whispered and spread Andrea’s pussy lips.

Next, I grabbed Joshua’s dick, resisted the temptation to toy with it, and pointed it toward her opening. All the while feeling Andrea’s tongue working its magic, which made it a bit difficult for me to focus. But when I saw my brother’s dickhead enter her pussy, I just had to pay attention.

“Do it!” Andrea said from under me, taking her mouth off my pussy just long enough to say it.

I heard Joshua swallow, and I looked up at him. One corner of his mouth pulled his lips into a sly grin, and he nodded. I followed his eyes as he looked down. My eyes focused back on his dick, and as Andrea’s tongue started slipping into me, my brother began to slide his dick into my best friend.

It was clear that Joshua wasn’t as careful and gentle as he was with me. But given the fact that Andrea had been fucked before already and that she was urging him on with her moans, I would’ve done the same if I were him.

I watched his dick slide in, and he didn’t stop or pull back even once. Andrea’s moans on my cunt were terrific, and her probing tongue was magical. But watching my brother’s hard cock slide into a pussy up close was way hotter than I’d ever imagined.

“Oohhh! You’re bigger!” Andrea moaned as her hips started gyrating.

I could see my brother beam with pride as I looked up at him. I was still amazed about how I missed how hot he was naked and what a magnificent cock he had. And now he was fucking someone else with it. I wanted him for myself, and watching him fuck my best friend, made me realize I needed to step up.

As he inched the last piece of his rod inside Andrea and their pubic hairs merged, I heard both of them moan. Andrea stopped licking my pussy, and I heard her say, “and, ooohh, longer,” between her grunts.

I lifted my body, my eyes locked on him, and moved in. My face inched closer to his, and he immediately caught on. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and he suddenly moved his head forward. Our mouths mashed against each other, and our tongues hungrily started probing around in our mouths. I felt his teeth brush against my tongue but didn’t care about that at all. I placed one hand on his shoulder, and as Andrea started eating me out again, I marveled at the moving muscles under my fingers.

I could feel by both the thrashing of Andrea’s mouth and the movement of my brother’s body that he was now fucking her for real. I wanted to feel as much of his body as I could, so my other hand roamed around over his body. I desperately wanted to cup his ass and feel it move as he fucked my best friend, but this was physically impossible in the way we were sitting now. So I made a note to myself to grab his ass the next time he fucked me.

But as Andrea’s action on my cunt increased, and the more than erotic Frenching with my brother continued, I realized I was getting close. But as my brother’s movement became more deliberate and the sound and speed of bodies slapping against each other increased, I knew they wouldn’t last much longer either.

Maybe my approaching orgasm clouded my judgment, but I just knew there was one thing I wanted. No! That I needed right now.

“I want to taste your cum again,” I said, looking my brother deep into his eyes.

“And… aaahhh… you… ooohhhh… should! Hmmm…. It’s… ahhhh… del- oohh… delicious!” Andrea grunted.

I saw a twinkle in my brother’s eyes as he slammed into Andrea in my peripheral vision. Under me, she was squirming uncontrollably and had stopped licking me altogether. It was clear she was close and just couldn’t focus anymore.

Joshua slapped hard into her two more times, and Andrea’s body stiffened. Her face was pressed against my pussy, and I could hear and feel a loud moan coming from deep within her.

Joshua stopped moving for a moment, but after the peak of her orgasm had passed, he started slamming into her again. He looked hornily at me and said, “I’m… I’m cumming… what… what do I do… ohhh…”

“Just pull out,” I softly said, and laid down on Andrea again, my face inches away from their joined genitals.

Watching him slide in and out in the heat of his second fuck, was even better than before. His cock glistened with Andrea’s cunt juices, making it look even hotter.

“Ah… ah… ah… ah…,” my brother moaned.

I felt Andrea’s tongue going at it at full speed again, and I felt myself heading toward the inevitable at lightning speed.

“Look ou…” Joshua moaned.

He pulled back and quickly thrust forward again. I had just enough clarity left to grab his dick by its base, point it toward my mouth, and slide my lips over his dickhead.

Moments later, the sound of a low groan filled the room, and his dickhead grew fatter in my mouth. The force of the first spurt caught me off guard. It flew straight against the back of my mouth and slid down my throat. I had to suppress a cough because I didn’t have time to recover. The next spurt was still powerful, but not as much as the first. Then, as the third filled my mouth and the cum coated my tongue, triggering my tastebuds, I was immediately hooked. I LOVED the taste of my brother’s cum!

I heard my own muffled moan, and as spurts four and five fed me even more of this magnificent juice, I felt Andrea’s tongue fully on my clit, and two fingers entered me.

Now I just had to swallow, and the moment my brother’s cum slid down my throat, Andrea’s tongue and fingers pushed me over the edge. I started coating her face with my juices as I came hard. I didn’t come as hard as during my first fuck, but it was close!

During my orgasm, Joshua kept feeding me small spurts of his spunk, and as it kept on triggering me, I kept coming.

I was still firmly gripping his dick and wasn’t about to let him go just yet. Not as long as he kept feeding me his cum. But as my orgasm died down, so did his supply of sperm. I wasn’t ready for it to stop, so I started sucking on it like a baby sucks on a tit, and my tongue was lapping over his slit in an attempt to taste more.

“Stop… no…” Joshua panted and pulled his hips back.

I reluctantly let go of his dick and looked pleadingly at him. Just then, I realized I was still panting heavily, coming down from my orgasm.

“Sorry… it’s too sensitive,” Joshua said between pants and flopped down on the bed next to us.

I rolled off my best friend, turned around, and kissed her passionately. I tasted myself again as we kissed, but it wasn’t the turn-off I expected it to be before all of this started happening.

During the rest of the weekend, we didn’t wear clothes again. Andrea only put on her shoes to get the backpack we left behind but ditched these the moment she got back. Joshua fucked me at least ten times that weekend, but it might have been eleven or twelve. Somewhere during the weekend, I lost count.

He only fucked Andrea once more because she liked it better when Joshua or I ate her out. And she said that the fucking was something between the two of us and that she had her own fuck buddy back home to satisfy her.

It wasn’t just the sex. We genuinely had a fabulous weekend. Andrea and I swam in the lake, Joshua did some drawing, and we played some games. Two of his sketches went into the secret part of his book. One of them was where Andrea and I sucked him off together. Seeing how it looked from his point of view in the sketch with Andrea and my face pressed together with our tongues struggling who could get the best part of the cock, was highly erotic. The other drawing he made was when Andrea and I were going at it in a sixty-nine at the shore of the lake. I didn’t know at the moment that Joshua was looking but judging by the sketch, he had one of the best seats in the house.

After reluctantly putting our clothes back on and locking the cabin, we headed down the mountain. After a while, Joshua walked up next to me and took my hand. As I looked at his puppy eyes, I felt a lot of affection for him. Maybe even love. But I figured we needed to explore a lot more to be sure of that.

All in all, we had the best weekend ever! Andrea insisted on us getting together next week when their parents went to a big party at her dad’s work to fool around with Roberto and her. So we did just that and had another great weekend. But somehow, it wasn’t my thing. I loved the sex, and I loved Andrea. But being fucked, was something that I wanted to do with my brother and with no one else around. Of course, Andrea and I still had our fair share of sex when we had a sleepover, but never a foursome again.

The relationship Joshua and I had, had deepened severely after the weekend in the cabin. We grew a lot closer and hung out together after we got back, even in school. And since I convinced him to start wearing less geeky clothes, he fit in better too.

But the nights at home were the best. Because every time I heard that soft knock on my bedroom door and Joshua came in, wearing nothing but his smile and his bobbing boner leading the way, I fell a little more in love with my brother.

The end

imago potest dicere mille verba

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

A relatively short story, right? I had a lot fun writing it! I came across this youtube video, and I found the kid extremely cute! A still from that video (that’s why it’s a bit blurry) is the featured image above this story. The gears in my mind started spinning, and Joshua was born.

But the most important thing here, is the fact that this is my very first illustrated story! As you can read on the front page, Randall Stanhope made a generous offer to create some illustrations for my stories. I think they came out perfectly! I don’t want them to be porn-ish, but tasteful and capture the mood. And as far as I’m concerned, Randall did an amazing job! I want to give him the credit he deserves, so thanks a lot, Randall!!! If you feel the need to thank him, give comments, constructive feedback, etc. you can reach him at randall.stanhope@protonmail.com

The Grown Up Oath

The Grown Up Oath – By Randall Stanhope

I couldn’t believe my luck.

Here I was, a sixteen year old girl on a Friday night. All my friends were going out on dates tonight and where was I? Babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Bennett next door. My mom had gotten a call from Mrs. Bennett, all in a panic because they had dinner reservations and dancing after, but their regular babysitter was unavailable. Unavailable, my ass! I knew exactly who their regular sitter was. It was one of my girlfriends, Sandy, and she was going out with her boyfriend, Andrew.

Fucking bitch.

And so, without even so much as consulting me about it, my mom promised Mrs. Bennett that I would be happy to keep an eye on their ten year old son, Noah. I knew I shouldn’t be mad at him, or his parents for that matter, but I had been looking forward to tonight! I was finally going to jerk off my boyfriend, Christopher, tonight. I had been teasing him with it for a few weeks now, groping him through his pants to get him excited for it, and I was finally going to make good on my promise.

But no. I was here with this little kid instead.

Ugh…I’m being hard on him, I know, and that isn’t fair. He’s really not a bad kid. I hadn’t sat for him before, but I’d seen him and his little friends playing in their backyard often, and he was always pretty polite with me. And he was pretty cute, too. For a ten year old. He had a cute little smile, complete with adorable dimples, that always made me smile right back. And even though I was stuck watching him when I would rather be out with Christopher, I still couldn’t bring myself to be mad at him.

I walked over to the Bennett’s house right on time at five o’clock. When I rang the doorbell, Noah was the one who answered the door. He was already dressed for bed, wearing Minecraft PJs. “Hello, Shelly,” he said politely, giving me his smile.

“Hello, Noah,” I replied, smiling back. “Where are your mom and dad?”

Noah nodded and backed away from the door so I could enter. “They’re still getting ready,” he said. “They said you were going to babysit me tonight.”

I shrugged. “Yeah,” I said. I tried not to let my disappointment show in my voice, but I must have failed.

“Did you have plans tonight, too?” he asked.

Damn perceptive kid, I thought. “Yeah,” I said with a heavy sigh, “I had a date.”

Noah frowned a little. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Again, I couldn’t be too mad at the little guy. “It’s not your fault,” I told him. “Sandy’s the one who couldn’t be available for your mom and dad.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m still sorry.” I was honestly a little touched by that. 

I ruffled his brown hair a little bit just as his mother came down the stairs. I was amazed at her outfit. She was wearing a seafoam green gown that hugged her curves just right, and she had complimented it with matching eyeliner and lipstick. She looked sexy. As nice as she looked, it still stung a little to know she and her husband’s plans came at the cost of my own.

“Hello, Shelly,” she said, giving me a smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Bennett.”

“Let me show you where the important stuff is,” she said and began taking me around the ground floor of the house. The living room had a giant seventy two inch 4K LED television with an Ultra HD Blu-Ray player and 5.1 surround sound system connected to it. “Here’s the TV, obviously,” she said, then pointed to a rack next to the screen. It was filled with DVDs and Blu-Rays. “That rack has all sorts of family friendly movies for you to watch. Either you or Noah can pick something out to watch after supper.”

I nodded, hoping they weren’t all too kiddie for my tastes.

“Speaking of supper,” Mrs. Bennett continued, leading me past the television and into the kitchen. She gestured to the refrigerator. “There are some frozen pizzas in the freezer, and some cans of Coke in the fridge.” She turned to face me and pointed at me with a finger. “Just one can of Coke for Noah, though, please. I don’t want him awake all night hopped up on sugar and caffeine.”

“No, ma’am,” I said. “Neither do I.”

That was enough to satisfy her, and she turned back to the fridge and a piece of scratch paper hanging on the door with a magnet. “Our cell phone number, as well as the numbers of the restaurant and the club we’ll be going to, are on that piece of paper, in case you need to reach us.”

“Got it,” I said. “I hope I won’t need them, but it’s good to know they’re there.”

She led me back out to the living room and pointed up, where a balcony looked down from the second floor. “The bedrooms are all upstairs,” she said. “And there’s a bathroom just down the hall there.” She pointed down a hall that branched off the main one. “Noah had a bath earlier, so all you’ll have to do is have him brush his teeth and put him to bed at nine.”

“Frozen pizzas in the freezer,” I recited back to her, “one can of Coke so he doesn’t get too hyper, movies on the rack by the TV, and brush teeth and off to bed by nine. Got it.”

Mrs. Bennett grinned. “You know, you’re taking this much more seriously than Sandy does,” she said. Knowing Sandy like I do…yeah, that wasn’t much of a surprise. This was little more than a way to get some money for her. I sometimes wondered why I was her friend.

A moment later, Mr. Bennett came down wearing a very handsome looking navy blue suit. “Oh, hello, Shelly,” he said when he saw me with his wife. “Laura show you where everything is?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Excellent,” he replied. “We might be out past eleven, but we should be home by midnight. Once the kid’s been put to bed, feel free to see what else is on the TV so you won’t be totally bored.”

“Just not too loud,” Mrs. Bennett cut in.

“Got it,” I said.

The two of them went over to Noah, who had been sitting on the couch quietly this whole time, kissed and patted the top of his head, told him to behave, and then made their way to the front door. Mr. Bennett stepped out first, but Mrs. Bennett paused and looked at me.

“I know I don’t have to say this,” she said, “but no boys over.”

“No boys,” I said. And with that, she was out the door as well.


I was happy to learn that Noah is just as polite in private as he is in public. It looks like his parents taught him manners very well, which is more than I can say about some folks out there. He sat and made small talk with me while the pizza baked in the oven, didn’t try to ask for a second can of soda after he had drunk the first one, and had even helped with washing the few dishes we had used, drying them and putting away the few he could actually manage.

Babysitting for him was a breeze!

We went back out to the living room and walked over to the rack of movies. “You wanna pick something to watch?” I asked.

He looked through the shelves and a few moments later, he picked one out and held it up to me. “How about this one?”

I looked at his choice and smiled. He had chosen Coco, a movie I loved. “A perfect choice,” I said with a smile, stepping over to the player and putting the disc in. We sat together on the couch and I began the movie.

While it played, Noah settled in real close to me, leaning against my side and resting his head on my shoulder. As if this kid couldn’t get any cuter. I raised my arm a little and let him lean in closer, letting my arm hang over his shoulders. I chuckled as I realized he was snuggling up to me much the same way I would snuggle up with Chris.

Together, we watched as Miguel embarked on his quest through the spirit world, seeking the approval of his deceased family members to pursue his passion instead of the dull life his living family insisted he follow. We both laughed at all the funny parts, and we both cried when Miguel sang “Remember Me” to his grandmother. And soon after that, it was over. I checked the clock on my phone and saw that it was around 8:45. “Well,” I said, “we don’t have time to watch anything else. You wanna go ahead and hit the sack?”

Noah sat up and yawned. “Okay,” he said.

We got up and I followed him up the stairs and into the main bathroom, where he brushed his teeth, then into his bedroom. He climbed into bed and got underneath his Minecraft sheets and I tucked him in. “Good night, Noah,” I said.

“Good night, Shelly,” he said. I turned off the lights and went to close the door when I heard him say, “Wait!” I stopped. “C-could you leave it open a crack?”

“Of course,” I said, smiling, and left a small opening in the doorway so some light could still peek inside.

I went back down to the living room and sat back down on the couch. I had to admit, watching Noah wasn’t that bad. He was behaved and polite, and didn’t give me any trouble. He didn’t even resist going to bed. It almost made me forget that I had had other plans that night.


Without the kid to distract me, I began to think about Chris and how I’d had to stand him up. He’d sounded so disappointed over the phone, and a scary thought popped into my head. Would he think I was just stringing him along with all my talk about jerking him off? Would…would he dump me over this?

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I needed to take care of this right away. I needed to talk to him. Really, I wanted to *see* him. But I couldn’t.

…Or could I?

I knew Mrs. Bennett had said no boys, but it was still only about nine. Mr. Bennett had said maybe past eleven. As long as he was gone by ten, I should be fine. I pulled out my phone and dialed Chris’s number.

It rang a couple of times before he picked up.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied. “Sorry again about canceling on you.”

“It’s cool,” he said, but I could tell that it wasn’t. I needed to make things right with him, and soon. I knew I was taking a risk, but I thought it was worth it.

“Wanna come over?” I asked before I could talk myself out of it.

That got his attention. “Say what?”

“Come over,” I repeated. “The kid’s asleep; his parents won’t be back for at least an hour, maybe more.”

“What if they come back early?”

“I doubt it,” I said. “But if they do, the kitchen is right off of the living room, and there’s a backdoor out into the yard. You can hop the fence over to my backyard and wait for me there.”

There was a moment of silence. “You really want me to come over?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I was really looking forward to tonight, and it sucked that I had to cancel going out. But I wanna make it up to you. You still want me to jerk you off?” Then I decided to sweeten the deal a bit. “Maybe I could blow you, too?”

It was like I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll be right there.”

“See you soon, loverboy.” I ended the call, went to all the living room windows and drew the curtains closed, and sat to wait. Chris lived just a half mile down the street. I figured he’d probably hop on his bike and ride right over. I thought about what I would do with him when he got there. I had only felt his cock through his pants, but I could tell it was a nice size, and I ached to get my hand around it for real. Just thinking about seeing it was enough to start making my pussy wet.

I would pull his pants down, wrap my hand around that rod of his, and give him a proper handjob. And then…maybe I’d go down on him. I’d heard some of my friends talk about giving their boyfriends head and how much their boyfriends loved it. I was certainly interested in doing it, otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested it, but I was still a little unsure.

It was only about a five minute wait, but by the time I heard Chris knocking on the front door I was already hot and horny. I got up and quickly answered the door. Chris stood there with a sexy grin on his face, and…not much else actually. He must have been dressed for bed because the only clothes he was wearing were a pair of flannel bottoms and a pair of sandals.

My eyes looked down at his smooth, muscled chest. He wasn’t an athlete, but he liked to work out a lot and his chest and stomach looked like they were chiseled out of marble or something. I bit my lip, wanting to just run my nails over his pecs and abs. I bit my lip and looked him in the eye. “Get in here, quick,” I said.

He came in and I closed the door after making sure no one saw him. “I stashed my bike behind your garage,” he said. “I figured it wouldn’t be good to have it sitting on the neighbor’s front lawn.”

“Good,” I said as I led him over to the couch. I pushed him onto it and climbed onto his lap. I curled my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him on the mouth. His hands found my hips and pushed me down against him as he kissed me back. I could feel his dick getting hard right beneath me. Not only that, but it was so warm!

We made out for a bit, then I felt his tongue touch my lips. With a shiver of anticipation, I let my lips open up and felt him slide his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned as our tongues collided and tussled around. One of his hands slid up my side and cupped my tit. I let out a growl. Oh yeah…this was happening. With a noisy smacking sound, I broke off the kiss and scooted back a little on his lap. I looked down at his crotch and just imagined the fleshy treasure behind the flannel. I slid the tips of my fingers into the waistband and began to tug his pants down when…

“What are you doing?” I heard a voice say from up above me. I froze in place, eyes wide, and stared at Christopher. He was staring at me with the same shocked look on his face. No, I thought. Please, no. We both looked up together and my fear was confirmed. Noah was looking down from the second floor balcony.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

“You’re not supposed to have anyone over,” Noah said. I was honestly a bit surprised at his tone. He didn’t sound like he was accusing us of anything, just stating the truth. Maybe I could fix this somehow so we didn’t get into trouble.

“Go back to bed, Noah,” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “This is just a dream.” Chris nodded his head vigorously, trying to help as best he could think to.

Noah just giggled. “No, it’s not,” he said. “I know, because I woke up needing to use the toilet, and then I heard noises down there. That’s when I saw you.”

I sighed. Okay, that wasn’t gonna work. I looked down at my hands, so tantalizingly close to his cock. This was twice now that I was stopped from giving my boyfriend what I wanted. It just wasn’t fair!

“So what are you guys doing?” he asked again.

“We were kissing,” I said.

“I mean after that,” he said. “You were about to pull his pants down. Why?”

I really didn’t have an easy answer to that one. I couldn’t just tell a ten year old boy I was about to pull my sixteen year old boyfriend’s cock out and jerk him off, could I?

“Were you doing sex stuff?” he asked.

Or could I? I looked up at him. The look on his face was one of pure curiosity. He genuinely wanted to know.

Well, maybe Chris and I could teach him.

“You really wanna know?” I asked. He smiled his adorable little dimpled smile and nodded. “Come on down.” His head vanished from sight as quick as lightning.

“Babe, are you sure about this?” Chris asked me as we heard his feet tromp down the stairs.

“All we’re gonna do is give the kid his first sex ed lesson,” I said. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

I could tell he wasn’t totally sold on this, but he nodded just as Noah appeared. “Okay,” I said. “Why don’t you have a seat right there?” I pointed to a spot a couple feet away from us on the couch. Noah hopped up and sat down with his butt on his heels, looking at the two of us attentively. “Now, we’re gonna be talking about grown up stuff here. You sure you’re grown up enough for this?”

“Yes, I am,” he said.

I feigned indecision. “I don’t know…what do you think, Chris?”

Chris gave Noah a long look, even pursing his lips like he was deep in thought. “He might be…but he has to take the oath.”

I nodded, though inside I was cackling. “That’s right,” I said. “He’ll have to take the oath.”

“What oath?” Noah asked.

“The Grown Up Oath,” Chris said. “It’s something everyone has to do before they can officially be called a grown up and do grown up stuff.”

“Like sex stuff?” Noah asked.

“Especially sex stuff,” I said. “So sit up straight and raise your right hand.”

Noah did exactly that, even putting on a solemn face. It was all I could do not to laugh at how adorable he looked. “Now repeat after me: I…and state your full name.”

“I, Noah Anthony Bennett…”

“Do solemnly swear…”

“Do solemnly swear…”

“That I am hereby a certified grown up…”

“That I am hereby a certified grown up…”

“And am therefore able to discuss and participate in grown up matters.”

“And am therefore able to discuss and participate in grown up matters.”

I grinned. “And that’s it!” I said. “Congratulations!” Chris and I gave him some polite applause and he relaxed.

“Alright,” I went on, “to answer your question from before: yes, we were about to do sex stuff.”

Noah’s face got all excited at that.

“But if you wanna sit there and watch,” I continued, “then you have to promise never to tell anyone. This isn’t just grown up stuff, this is *private* grown up stuff, you got it?”

“I got it,” Noah said. “I promise I will never tell anyone.”

Satisfied, I turned my attention back to Chris and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his flannels. Chris still seemed a little bit nervous that he was about to be exposed to a kid, but I found the idea exciting. I pulled Chris’s pants down and was even more excited to find that he hadn’t bothered with underwear. The head of his cock briefly caught itself in the elastic of his pants, but then sprang free, swinging around in his lap.

My eyes widened and my mouth watered at the sight of his dick. I had felt it through his clothes, but this was my first time actually seeing it. My heart began to pound in excitement as the reality set in. This was happening. I was going to please my man and this little boy was going to watch me.

I looked over at Noah, whose eyes had grown as big as dinner plates as well. “It’s so big!” he said in awe. “And he has hair around it.”

He was right. It *was* big. I guessed about five and a half inches or so. Gosh, maybe even six! Even I was a little surprised, even though I had felt it before. I had only seen a few pictures from the internet, so I couldn’t be certain, but I was pretty sure Chris was cut. He didn’t look like he had that extra skin covering the head. I glanced sideways at Noah. He looked about as amazed as I was. I didn’t want to sound nervous in front of him, though. After all, I had taken the grown up oath, too.

“Yours will get big like this in a few more years,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice from cracking. “And you’ll start growing hair, too.”

“But why is it so big?” he asked. “Is it because of the sex stuff?”

“You got it,” I replied. “He’s big like that because he’s excited about doing sex stuff with me.”

“What are you gonna do?” he asked.

“This,” I replied. I curled my fingers around the base of Chris’s cock and gave it a little squeeze. Chris let out a soft groan that sent a shiver up my spine. I made him make that sound. I began to slowly stroke his shaft and more moans and groans quickly followed. Any nervousness Chris still had seemed to fade as he sank back on the couch and let me play with him.

My eyes were locked on his cock. It looked so hard, yet it still felt soft and almost pliable in my hand. I saw a big drop of precum ooze out of the tip. I remembered from sex ed that it was a natural lubricant made by the body to help aid in sexual penetration. I rubbed my thumb over the head, which felt even softer than the shaft, and smeared it around. As I stroked him, I saw more and more come out, and as I spread it over the rest of his cock I felt my hand move quicker and easier over it.

I was so focused on Chris, I wasn’t prepared to look up to find Noah leaning down for a closer look at what I was doing. He was so close, I could almost feel his breath on my hand. He looked very interested in Chris’s dick. All at once, an image popped into my head and I felt my heart pound in my chest.

“You wanna touch it?” I asked.

Chris’s eyes snapped open. “Say what?!” He looked and saw how Noah was eyeing his junk. “Ohhhh, no,” he said, shaking his head and lifting one leg to block the boy’s view. “I ain’t gay, man. I ain’t gonna let no kid jerk me off.”

“Not even for me?” I asked in the most sultry voice I could manage.

Chris hesitated, and I knew I could convince him. I just needed to give him the right incentive.

“You let him jerk you off, and I promise I’ll blow you right after.”

That got his attention. I felt his cock throb in my hand. “You…you promise?” I slowly licked my lips and nodded my head. He thought about it, but I could already tell he would agree. “You’re not gonna tell anyone I did this, are you?”

“Nothing that happens here will leave this room,” I said, then looked at Noah. “Will it?”

“My lips are sealed,” he said, even going so far as pantomiming zipping his lips shut.

Chris swallowed, his libido slowly winning out over his fragile masculinity. “Okay,” he said.

I looked back at Noah and released Chris’s dick. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him.

He looked at me, then back at Chris’s dick, and he slowly reached a hand out and put it around the shaft. Chris moaned again as Noah squeezed it. “Now try moving your hand up and down like I did,” I said.

Noah began stroking Chris slowly. It was clear he was inexperienced. He had no steady rhythm, moving between too slow and a little too fast. It was enough to keep Chris hard, but he wasn’t getting much pleasure out of it. I put my hand over his. “Like this,” I said, moving his hand up and down at a nice, steady pace. Chris let out a very nice sounding moan. “See?” I asked. “Now you try without my help.”

I let go of his hand and watched. This time, he kept an even pace, and Chris’s breathing began to get thick and heavy. I got down onto the floor for a second and tugged Chris’s pants completely off. I watched for a moment while Noah jerked Chris off and was amazed at how hot it looked. If only I could convince them to do more…

“How is he, Chris?” I asked my boyfriend.

“He…he’s not half bad,” he admitted, even ruffling Noah’s hair a little. Noah smiled his adorable smile at him.

“Well, before I give you your reward for being so open,” I said, “let me give you a little show of my own.”

I stood up and grasped the hem of my shirt. I locked eyes with Chris and slowly pulled my shirt up and off. I didn’t bother wearing a bra that evening, not that my tits were that big to begin with, but I heard Chris and Noah both gasp as they were revealed. I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the side of the couch. Then I turned around and slowly pushed my capri pants down my hips. I bent over slightly so my ass would stick out at them. I looked back smugly as their eyes were glued to my butt. Once my pants hit the floor, I stepped out of them and used one foot to kick them onto the couch with my shirt.

I stood before them in just my panties, and ran my hands up my torso, cupping my breasts a little. I smiled at Chris. “You ready, loverboy?” I asked.


“Just what I wanted to hear,” I said. “Gotta ask you to stop, Noah. Thank you.”

He slowed down and let go of Chris. He looked oddly disappointed. I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek to try and cheer him up. “Just watch,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re gonna see something amazing.”

That seemed to perk him back up. “Okay,” he said.

I gave him a smile and a wink and kneeled down between Chris’s legs. His cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling, twitching. I took it into my hand, leaned down while keeping eye contact with Chris, and licked the head. Chris hissed in his breath and I heard the creaking of the upholstery as he clutched at the couch cushions.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Ohhhhh, yessss…” he groaned.

“Then you’re gonna love this.” I opened my lips wide and sank myself down onto his dick. I felt the tip touch the back of my throat and I had to pull back just a bit to keep from gagging. I closed my mouth around him and began to slowly move my head up and down, sucking gently as I pulled up before letting my lips slide back down.

Chris let out a very loud groan as I gave him his first blowjob. It was actually my first, too. I was worried I wouldn’t do a very good job at it, and had even practiced with a pickle a few times to prepare. It sounded like it all paid off.

I looked over towards Noah and he was looking at me just as enraptured as he had when I was giving Chris a handjob. It was like he was curiosity personified. He looked up at Chris. “Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Ohhhh…” Chris moaned. “Mmmm…It feels amaaazing…”

I watched through the corner of my eye as Noah inspected what I was doing. He seemed to be thinking something over very carefully.

“Um…” he began, “c-can I try it?”

“Uh…I…” Chris stammered. “I don’t know…I don’t…”

I slowly pulled up and off of him. “Nothing that happens here ever leaves this room, remember?” I said. I could see Chris was conflicted, and I actually felt a little sorry for him. It’s not like it seems to be with girls where we can fuck around with our friends and not be too worried about being labeled as lesbians. A guy does one thing with another boy and suddenly they’re terrified of being gay.

I stood up and leaned over Chris, cradling his face in my hands. “You love me, right?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” he said.

“Then don’t worry about what you may or may not be.” I gave him a little kiss on the lips and turned his head to look at Noah. “Besides, isn’t he a little cutie pie?”

“I…yeah, he is,” Chris said.

“But maybe you should get naked, too,” I suggested. Noah was undressed in about eight seconds flat. He stood in front of us and I had to admire his body a little. His little cock was sticking straight out like an arrow and actually looked pretty big for his age, like about three and a half inches. I wouldn’t have minded getting my lips around it, if I was being honest.

“Alright, get on over here,” I said, moving out of the way. Noah got down on his knees in front of Chris and cautiously took hold of my boyfriend’s dick in both hands.

Chris sighed and licked his lips as he looked down at the boy. “Ahhh…can’t believe I’m doing this…”

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise,” I told him. “Go ahead, Noah.”

Noah nodded, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth as wide as he could. He inserted the head and most of the foreskin into his mouth before he stopped and I heard him gagging.

“Pull up a little, Noah,” I told him. “Don’t gag yourself.”

He pulled away just a bit and he relaxed, closing his mouth. I heard him groan a little, probably disappointed he couldn’t take more.

“I couldn’t take all of him either,” I said. “Just take what you can and use your hands for the rest.”

Noah nodded and began to move his head up and down like I had. Meanwhile his hands moved in time with his head. His practice earlier came in very handy, because he found his rhythm almost right away. Chris let out a satisfied hum and even patted Noah’s head.

I sat to one side, watching as my naked boyfriend got head from my naked little ten year old neighbor. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life and I could feel the heat rising between my thighs. I slipped my hand inside my panties and shuddered as my fingers rubbed my clit. I moved my fingers in slow circles over my bud, trying to stay in sync with Noah. I was surprised at how naturally cocksucking seemed to come to the boy. If Chris didn’t end up regretting this, maybe the three of us could have more fun later on.

As Noah kept blowing Chris, my boyfriend began to push up with his hips, though he was careful not to push too far into Noah’s mouth and choke the boy. “Oh, Jesus…” Chris moaned. “I’m gonna blow soon…”

I stopped jilling myself and pulled my hand out of my panties. I didn’t want to miss this, nor did I want Noah to get a nasty surprise. “Okay, Noah,” I said,  leaning down next to him. “Pull off of him and just stroke him now, okay?”

He lifted himself off of Chris’s dick. “Why?” he asked. I swear he was enjoying sucking Chris!

“Because Chris is going to shoot some stuff out of his dick,” I explained. “I didn’t think you’d want to have it just shoot down your throat without warning.”

“It’s not pee, is it?” Noah asked, suddenly very concerned.

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “It’s called cum. It’s thick white, and sticky. If you don’t want any on you, then just point his cock towards his chest.”

“Ye-yeah,” Chris said. “I cum on myself all the time.”

“Ohhh, okay,” he said and began to focus on just jerking Chris off, angling his cock so it was aimed at my boyfriend. I couldn’t let this little stud muffin have all the fun with *my* boyfriend, though. I put my hand over his and helped him stroke faster to really push Chris over the edge.

Chris began to writhe and twist in his seat. “Oh, shit…SHIT…AHHHH!!!” I felt his cock throb hard in Noah’s and my hands, startling both of us. The first rope of jizz shot all the way to the top of his chest and splattered between his pecs. I was speechless. I had seen porn videos, of course, but seeing a boy cum on a computer screen was nothing compared to seeing a boy cum right before your eyes. I felt a moment of absolute pride in knowing that Noah and I both made him do that. The next few shots landed just below them and they all pooled down in between his abs. Noah stared bug-eyed as he watched Chris cum so hard and I bet I looked just as stunned. He continued to stroke Chris’s dick even after he’d finished shooting.

“Stop, stop!” Chris said, putting his hand on Noah’s. “That’s too much, it’s too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” Noah said sheepishly.

“It’s alright, kid,” Chris said, giving him a little grin. “You know…I’ve only gotten two blowjobs now, but you did a really good job.”

Noah beamed with pride at that.

Just then, a bright light shone through the curtains and I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Shit! Noah’s parents were back! I grabbed Noah’s PJs and pushed them into his hands. “Quick, run up to your room, get dressed, and get back in bed. Try to get to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Noah took off up the stairs.

Chris picked up his pants, but didn’t bother putting them on. He made for the kitchen. “I’ll get dressed in the backyard,” he said. Good thinking. I planted a hurried kiss on his mouth, then pushed him roughly toward the back door.

I grabbed mine and ran into the first floor bathroom. I closed the door and hurriedly dressed myself. I heard the front door open and Mrs. Bennett softly called my name. I flushed the toilet as a way of letting them know where I was, finished pulling my shirt back on, washed my hands for good measure, and then stepped back out.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett were both standing there, grinning. “Hello, Shelly,” Mrs. Bennett said. “I hope Noah was behaved.”

I smiled back. If she only knew… “Noah was on his best behavior,” I told her. “He didn’t give me any problems whatsoever.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” she said, reaching into her purse for her pocketbook. She gave me a twenty dollar bill, which I gladly accepted. As I made my way to the front door, she stopped me. “You know…with you living right next door, do you suppose you might be willing to take over as Noah’s regular sitter?”

I already knew my answer, but I pretended to be unsure. “Could I think about it?” I asked. “I don’t want to take this gig away from Sandy.”

“I understand,” she replied. “But lately Sandy’s had a bit of an attitude, and Noah hasn’t spoken very positively about her. We’ll try not to make it too often, so you can go and have fun on the weekends, too.”

“Well…in that case, I would love to,” I said, smiling widely.

This was going to be fun.

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 19

Chapter 19 – A Lil’ Bit of trouble

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 19

I don’t know exactly what woke me up. It’s probably my army training, but the minute I hear the gunshots in the distance, I’m completely awake. I look around and notice the three naked preteen bodies around me. My brain quickly springs into action. I get up and start shaking all three kids. As I’m doing this, I hear footsteps at the front door. Moments later, someone bangs on the door and shouts, “Abrir la Puerta!”

“Wake up!” I whisper loudly as I shake their shoulders.

Audrey is the first to wake, immediately followed by Evan. Owen doesn’t move yet, so I give him another shake.

“Wha… whazzup?” Audrey mumbles, still sleep drunk.

“Boys, get to your room and get dressed! Now!” I say sternly and start pulling up my boxers.

They must notice the urgency in my voice, and after another few bangs on the door, they realize it’s serious. Evan and Owen immediately get up and quickly head over to their room. Audrey gets up too and starts searching for some clothes while I pull a t-shirt over my head and walk toward the door.

“Abrir!!” The voice on the other side of the door shouts more urgent now.

I look over at Audrey and see she’s pulled up her panties, and I see her bra disappear behind the shirt she’s quickly pulling down. As she reaches for her shorts, I open the door.

I’m pushed to the side as three armed men enter the cabin. They look like Nicaraguan freedom fighters, judging by the old AK-47s they’re carrying. They check every room and yell at us while pointing toward the corner. Evan and Owen almost run out of their bedroom to join us in the corner. Audrey presses herself against me and hides behind my back for shelter. Thankfully, all kids are more or less dressed, except for me. I still need some shorts and shoes, but it’s the least of my concerns at the moment.

The guy that seems to be the leader shouts something at me in Spanish. But despite the time I spent on the island, I never really mastered the language. I was always the quiet guy in the back, keeping an eye out and letting the others talk. I can make out some bits and pieces, but when they talk this quickly, and I’m under this kind of pressure, I don’t fully understand what they’re saying.

“¿Hablas Inglés?” I stammer.

The leader looks at me and asks, “You alone?”

I nod my head and say, “Yes. Just the four of us.”

He keeps looking at us and clearly tries to determine what our relationship is. Moments later, another guy walks up with our passports. He must’ve found these on the top shelf of the cupboard in the kitchen. Damn! So much for safe-keeping. After the man hands the leader the passports, he browses through them and asks, “You… el padre… father?”

“No. I’m her guardian,” I say, pointing at Audrey. “And their parents are on a tour of the forest up north. We’re just tourists.”

“Come!” he shouts and pulls at one of the twin’s arms to make his point. The boy makes an alarmed squeak.

“Owen!” his brother shouts immediately, stepping forward to help his brother as Owen starts pulling back. There’s a lot of shouting and confusion. I need to take control, so I shout with my army voice, “STOP!” and everyone in the room looks at me.

“We’re coming,” I say calmly to the leader. And to the kids I say, “We don’t have much of a choice here. We can’t defend ourselves, and we just have to see where they take us.”

“But…” Owen starts.

“No buts. We’re going. Make sure to stay close to me, no matter what. I’ll get us out of this mess, I promise.”

Owen sizes me up and nods. I smile to let them know it’s okay and ask the leader, “Pants and shoes?” as I point toward my shorts.

He nods, and I quickly pull them up. “Make sure to wear some shoes instead of your flip-flops,” I say to Owen, who’s currently the only one wearing those.

As I start tying my sneakers, Owen wants to go to his room for his shoes, but the men stop him. A new outburst of shouting and pushing, so I point to his feet and say, “Shoes!”

“Are shoes!” the leader sternly says, and it’s clear his patience has run out.

They start directing us out of the cabin. I managed to tie just one of my sneakers, but I figure I can tie it up later. First, we need to make sure to stay together. As I walk out, I notice the camera bag on the table. Thankfully, everything is stuffed inside, so the guys probably thought it was just regular luggage.

We’re pushed forward on the beach. There’s a lot of fighting going on in the distance, judging by all the gunfire I’m hearing. We’re directed across the beach, and I see a big, former Russian personnel carrier in the distance. There are already some people inside, and they look like tourists too.

When we reach the truck, they start pointing and pushing, wanting us to get inside. I help the kids, and they get in thanks to the hands and support from the people inside. A poke from the barrel of an AK-47 in my back makes it clear I’m not getting in quick enough. I hold back my anger and get inside too.

Inside, there are about twenty other people, and seeing how they’re dressed, there’s no doubt they’re tourists like us. I glance around, and as Audrey presses herself against me on one side, the boys sit close next to me.

“¿Hablas inglés?” I ask no one in particular.

“Yes. We’re all Americans,” a balding man in his mid-forties says.

“We’re from the UK,” a pale white elderly man sputters.

“Do you know where they’re taking us?”

“No. But according to her,” the balding man says as he nods toward a woman, “they’re taking us to the Hilton.”

“Yeah. I heard them talk about it. I speak a little Spanish,” she says, clearly upset by all of this.

“Figures,” I mumble and have to hold Audrey as we’re almost thrown around the cabin due to the reckless driving.

“What do you mean?” the man asks.

“We’re hostages now. They look like Nicaraguan separatists, and they probably think they need us to prevent the US from wiping them out.”

“How do you know this?”

“I… uhm… studied this conflict in school.,” I reply, not wanting everyone to know the real reason and hoping the kids also keep their mouths shut.

“I see. I’m Nate,” the man says, extending his hand for me to shake but quickly grabbing onto the bench as we fly over another big bump.

“Scott,” I say, but my mind is doing overtime on the best strategy to keep us safe.

“Are these your kids?”

“She is,” I say, pointing to Audrey, and as I nod toward the twins, I say, “Their parents are on a tour on the island’s north side. I look after them.”

“Oh,” Nate simply says, and I’m glad he’s keeping his thoughts to himself.

The truck comes to a sudden stop, and immediately someone outside shouts, “¡Fuera de aquí!”

“We need to get out,” the woman says.

We get out, and I see we’re indeed at the Hilton hotel on the boulevard. More armed men surround us, and I notice how poorly equipped they are.

“Phone!” a chubby man with an ancient carbine rifle hanging over his shoulder shouts.

He’s holding out a bag in front of him, and we all need to put our phones inside. I briefly consider if I should just pretend to put it in there, but I can’t risk losing the kids, so I go with the flow. I can always get my hands on another one if I need to.

We’re directed toward the hotel lobby, where another group of people is waiting, guarded by a few men pointing machine guns at them. A big guy with a scar across his face and waving a golden Colt 45 around is waiting for us. I recognize him from pictures I saw on my last mission. This Carlos des Freitas. He’s the lieutenant and right hand of the drug lord wanting to take over the island. I know I need to be careful around him and hope he doesn’t recognize me as one of the soldiers demolishing their poppy fields.

“Welcome!” Carlos says theatrically and looks around the crowd.

His eyes briefly meet mine, but thankfully, he doesn’t seem to recognize me. He starts walking around, making sure everyone knows he’s the boss.

“We are now in control of the island and are now working our way into the presidential palace. You are our guests, and we want to make sure you are all safe. That is why my men will escort you to your rooms, where you will stay until we say it is safe. You are not allowed to leave the room without our permission. Is that clear, Miss?” he asks a trembling woman close to him as he stands extremely close to her, looking her in her eyes.

The woman nods shyly, and I can hear a soft sniff coming from her. I know what he’s doing. This is a textbook scare tactic he’s playing out here in an attempt to keep us under his thumb. I need to play along to keep us all safe. I can always decide what to do when we get to the room.

“We will provide food three times a day. So no need to call for room service!” he laughs, and all his henchmen are laughing with him.

“We want to keep you safe, but we need your help doing so. If any of you decide to break these simple rules, there WILL be consequences! Is this clear?” he says, shouting the last sentence.

All of the hostages nod sheepishly, and Carlos smiles wickedly. He looks at one of the men and nods. “Take them to their rooms.”

As we walk toward the stairs, Audrey slides her hand in mine, and I nod for the twins to walk in front of us so I can keep an eye on them. Behind us, an elderly lady is sobbing and whispering, “Are they gonna kill us, Bert?”

“No, Honey. This is just temporary,” a man whispers back.

We take the stairs, and on the second floor, one of the armed men points at us when we stop at room 211 and opens the door.

“Entres,” he calmly says, but it’s clear there’s no room for negotiations.

We enter the room, and the moment we’re inside, the door is locked behind us, and we hear the muffled voices of more people walking by.

“Fuck! This is bad,” Owen exclaims, and it’s clear he’s close to tears at the moment.

One look at his brother tells me the same, and judging by how Audrey is clinging to me, she’s not in a good place either. So I know I need to step up as the responsible adult here, but there are just too many unanswered questions flying around in my head.

“The fact that we’re here is actually a good sign,” I start.

“A good sign? How?” Evan snaps.

“Look, guys. I know it’s all a bit overwhelming now. But trust me. We’re valuable to them at the moment. I’m sure they put us here, so they’ve got some leverage in their negotiations. They won’t shoot us or harm us in any way. They just can’t afford that. And judging by all the shooting that’s going on in the distance, we’re probably in the safest building on the island right now.”

“Tell that to mom and dad!” Evan snaps again, and I can see a tear roll down his cheek.

I stand next to him and wrap an arm around his shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. I nod toward Owen and do the same to him

“Your parents are with a guy that knows the jungle like the back of his hand. I’m sure he took everyone on that tour with him to a safe place. He’s one of the smartest guys I know, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them. Honestly!”

“You sure?” Evan asks timidly.

“I swear! Tell you what. As soon as I get my hands on a phone, I’ll try to contact him on his satellite phone, okay?”

This visibly puts the boys at ease, and I feel their shoulders relax under my hands. Moments later, Audrey comes in and makes it a genuine group hug.

After we break the hug, I look around in the room and see we’ve got one of the more luxurious rooms in the hotel. We’ve got a small coffee table with a two-person sofa and two comfortable chairs. There’s a small kitchenette in the corner and two king-sized beds to sleep in. This could’ve been way worse.

The boys check out the bed but keep the serious expressions on their faces. So does Audrey. I try to lighten the mood, and as I look out the window, I say, “At least we can still see the ocean from here.”

“I need to take a shit,” Owen mumbles and walks over to the bathroom.

I sit down on one of the chairs and stare outside. Everyone’s clearly feeling a bit glum, and I figure I just need to give them some time to get used to the situation.

“It’s damn hot in here. They must’ve turned off the air conditioning,” Evan complains as he takes off his shirt and throws it on a bed.

As I’m looking out of the window, thinking about this whole situation, I feel worried about the stuff in our cabin. I realize I’m doomed if anyone finds the pictures on the camera or on my laptop. I’ll probably be dragged around town, tied behind a car, and buried to my neck on the beach for me to drown or starve to death. Not a very lovely idea. And I’m still not sure if I’m out of the woods with Carlos, but I’ll deal with that when we get there.

As I was thinking of a way to get everyone’s mind off the situation, Audrey said, ”Hey! I found a deck of cards! Who wants to play?”

Evan and Owen reluctantly agree, but after a few minutes of ‘Go Fish,’ they’re really getting into it, and I’m glad to see the frowns on their faces vanish before my eyes. After we play a few games, Evan offers to fill the bottle and some glasses with water for us, and when he comes out of the bathroom, he’s coughing loudly and tries to hold his arm in front of his face.

“Jesus! Something died in there!” and he makes exaggerated moves with his hands to catch his breath as he stares at his brother accusingly.

I’m glad to see the kids laugh at this, and I can’t hold back a giggle myself. I need to keep reminding myself that the here and now is way more important than worrying about stuff I can’t control.

“Listen up,” I say after the laughter dies down, “you know I used to do army stuff in the past here, right?”

“Yeah…” Owen replies tentatively.

“During one of these missions, we rocked this guys’ boat. One of them was the guy with the big scar on his face.”

“The one with the golden gun?” Audrey asks.

“That’s the one. I don’t think he recognized me, but I’m not sure. But if he does, he’ll probably take me away from you guys.”

“But…” Audrey starts.

“Don’t worry about that. I can handle myself. But if he does, I can’t help you anymore. So just try to stay as safe as you can, and I promise I’ll come looking for you. But if I can’t reach you, there’s a fail-safe. So take this,” I say as I tear one of the playing cards into three small pieces and write a number on it, “and hide it on your body somewhere.”

“What is it?” Evan asks seriously.

“It’s the number of the satellite phone from one of the guys from my team. I trust him completely, and when you tell him I told you to call him, he’ll come and help you immediately.”

“I’ll memorize it,” Owen says with a lot of confidence.

“That’s great, Owen, but I’ll feel a lot better if you hide it inside your underwear, next to your balls,” I chuckle.

“We’ll do both,” Audrey chips in.

“Great! And remember. Tell him I told…”

I’m interrupted by a knock on the door. I Motion to them to hide the card as I get up. They turn their backs to the door and quickly hide the piece of paper.

“Room service!” a dark voice says with an unmistakable laugh in his voice.

Moments later, the door opens, and Carlos walks in with three armed men behind him and a big smile across his face. He looks around and starts smiling as he sees the cards and looks at Evan’s bare chest.

“Playing strip poker?” he laughs, and the men around him start laughing too.

“Something like that,” I reply evasively but feel the tension of the situation build inside.

He looks intensely at me, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think we’re having a staring contest. After a few moments, he smiles again and says, “I think I know you…” as he keeps looking deep into my eyes.

“I don’t think…” I start, but I’m immediately interrupted.

“You took something very valuable from me,” he continues.

“I think you’re mist-“

“SHUT UP!!” he shouts and hits me on my head with the butt of his gun.

I feel a sting throughout my head, and I see flashes in front of my eyes. But I keep a straight face and don’t give him the pleasure of hitting me. Through the flashes, I see the concerned faces of the kids, but I feel powerless to do something about that now.

“Passaportes!” he snaps and holds out his hand.

One of the men behind him hands him four passports. He opens them one by one and holds the photo in it next to the face belonging to the passport.

“Only the two of you are family,” Carlos says, pointing to the twins, “but even a blind man can see this.”

He grabs Owen’s face around his chin to make his point as he says this. Owen immediately pulls his head back and looks at Carlos with an angry face. Then, Carlos starts laughing loudly and looks at me.

“So why are these kids with you?”

“I…” another smack against my head shuts me up.

“One of my men told me what you told him,” he says quietly and glances at Audrey.

I look at Audrey and see the fear on her face. Carlos extends his hand and brushes Audrey’s cheek. The moment he touches her, Evan moves and slaps his hand away. Immediately, one of the men steps forward and punches Evan in his stomach, causing the poor kid to fall back in his chair.

“Stop it, guys!” I shout as I step forward, immediately presented with the barrel of a rifle pointed at my face. “This is between him and me!”

“Thank you,” he says overly politely. “ So… this pretty girl is more or less your daughter?”

“I’m her guardian, yes,” I say with my heart in my throat.

“So she is very valuable to you, no?”

I don’t respond to that, but the look on my face probably gives it away because Carlos starts smiling.

“You know you took something valuable from me, so…”

“I swear to God! If you…”

Before I can finish my sentence, two men grab Audrey from behind and drag her away toward the door. At that moment, everything happens really fast. Both Evan and Owen jump to their feet but are immediately pushed back down again. Their loud screams of “Audrey!” are cut short, and I can see Owen being hit on his head with a fist by one of the men.

In the meantime, I jump up and aim straight for Carlos. But he anticipated this and elbows me in my face. I try to avoid it, but I trip over the chair and almost fall down. Thankfully, I manage to avoid the elbow in my face by that, but the second I make a move to go for it again, Carlos fires a shot.

For a second, I fear he killed Audrey. But when I see the gun is pointed toward the ceiling and Carlos quickly moves it down to aim it at my face, I feel an enormous sense of relief.

“Shut the fuck up! All of you! I take the girl, and then we are even. For now,” he says, fire shooting from his eyes as he says this to me.

In the corner of my eye, I see the twins standing there, frozen and with a look of fear in their eyes. Blood is seeping from Owen’s left eyebrow, covering the side of his face. I turn to look at Audrey, and I see her open her mouth, but before she can say anything, I’m struck hard against my head, and everything turns black.

“Mr. H…” I hear in the distance. And a moment later, “I think he’s coming back.”

I open my eyes, and it takes me a few moments to focus. I see two similar-looking faces above me, and I’m afraid I’m seeing double for a moment. But when both expressions change, and I see one of their faces is partly covered in blood, I realize I’m looking at the twins.

“Wha…” I hear myself mumble in the distance.

But then I realize I haven’t seen Audrey yet. At that moment, the adrenaline shoots through my body, and I’m instantly alert. I ignore the pain shooting through my head and look at Owen’s bleeding eyebrow. It seems like it’s stopped bleeding and just needs some cleaning.

“Where’s Audrey?”

“Those guys took her. He said…” Evan starts, and I can see the tears forming in his eyes.

“How long ago?” I interrupt him.

“What?” he asks, clearly still upset, but I need to control this situation quickly.

“How long ago did they leave the room?”

“I… uhm…” Evan stammers.

“A little under two minutes ago, I guess,” Owen says.

“That’s good. We’ve still got time then. Evan, look out the window and check the main entrance. If they take her elsewhere, they’ll have to use the main entrance.”

“Okay,” Evan responds, clearly glad to see me taking the lead.

“We need to clean you up,” I say to Owen while I open the bathroom door to get some toilet paper.

I hold the crumpled paper under the tap to make it wet and carefully start cleaning up the mess on Owen’s face. As I’m cleaning him, I ask Evan, “Still no action outside?”

“Nothing. No one in or out.”

“Great. Keep your eyes on that entrance. We’re gonna get Audrey,” I say, determined, and I see Owen’s lips curve into a sly smile.

I look in the mirror and wash away some of my own blood. Now that we’re presentable and I feel the blow to my head didn’t do that much damage, a plan forms in my head.

“Listen up…” I say to the boys as we gather around near the window.

A few minutes later, I’m on the outside of the building, shimmying my way over a small strip of concrete to the next room. As I approach the window, I quickly glance inside to make sure there’s no one in there that can ruin the plan. I only see the two elderly people that were right behind us when we walked to our rooms, and I softly knock on their window.

After another soft knock, the man’s face appears near the window, and his worried look changes into a smile the moment he recognizes me. I can see him saying something to his wife, and he opens the window. I gesture toward our room, and a few seconds later, I see Owen’s legs step out and come over to us.

I enter the room, and as the man helps me get inside, I hold my index finger in front of my lips. They simply nod, and we help Owen get inside. After a few more minutes, we’re greeted by Evan. This time, Owen takes over the lookout task and keeps his eyes focused on the front entrance. I nod for Evan, the man and woman, to follow me into the bathroom. The moment we’re in, I turn on the shower and close the door, leaving Owen in the room, but he just nods understandably. The moment we’re in, I turn on the shower and close the door.

“We have to be quiet. But I need your help. My daughter was taken by these men.”

The woman holds her hand in front of her mouth, and her eyes grow wide.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the man says sympathetically.

“Yeah. Me too. But I need your help to rescue her.”

“But you said we were valuable to them?” the woman says with a bit of disbelief.

“I know what I said. And right now, this is true. But the moment they realize they’re not getting outside support from another country, they’ll start using us to force these countries to do something,” I say, looking both of them directly into their eyes to emphasize my point.

“Using us how?” the woman asks. The man looks at her meaningfully, and then she understands. “Oh…”

“How do you know this?” the man asks me and wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“I used to do… well… Army stuff with Special Forces on this island. Can’t say too much about it, but let’s just say I know how it all works over here pretty well.”

“Oh. Okay, that makes sense. I’m Bert, and this is my wife, Annabel.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Scott, and this is Evan. His brother Owen is in the next room, keeping an eye on the hotel’s exit. But we need to hurry. I don’t know how long they’ll keep Audrey in here.”

“How can we help?” Bert says, ignoring his wife’s look of fear.

“I don’t know how many men are guarding the hallways, so we need to find a way to lure one of them into a room. Since they know I’m in the room next door, they’ll probably come with more than one guard. That’s why we’re in here. They’ll never suspect anything. Not this quickly anyway.”

“But how do we lure them in here?” Bert asks, and I can see a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

“You’ll have to call for help. You or Annabel need to lie down near the window or something, so the guard has to come in.”

“Lie down?” Annabel asks.

“Yeah. Fake a heart attack or something. It doesn’t have to be an Oscar performance because I’ll be hiding behind the door, and I’ll quickly take him out.”

“Won’t the other guards be alarmed?” Evan asks, and I have to hand it to him that it’s a good question.

“Good one, Evan. I’m guessing they don’t have enough men to thoroughly guard this hotel and assume we will behave. Besides that, I didn’t see any advanced comms on them, so that’ll buy us some time too. The only risk is if two guards are close together and one sees the other one go inside. But I honestly doubt they’ve got enough men to do that, so it’s pretty much a calculated risk.”

“You sure you can take him out?” Bert asks, and I see his wife looking at me with a questioning look.

“Trust me. I’ve handled worse guys than these. I can do it with one hand tied behind my back if I have to. And after I’m done interrogating him, I’ll put him in our room so you guys are safe. Okay?”

“Let’s do this!” Bert says.

I take my place behind the door. Thankfully, there’s more than enough space, so the door will open and won’t bump against me. Evan and Owen hide in the bathroom and close the door. Annabel lies on the ground near the window, taking a believable position as if she fell over. Bert kneels near Annabel’s head, looks at me, and we nod simultaneously.

“HELP! HELP ME!” he shouts.

Moments later, he does it again, and I can hear footsteps in the hallway. I nod again toward Bert, and he holds his hands under his wife’s head.

The moment I hear the key enter the lock and the loud click unlock the door, Annabel starts shaking. Then, the door opens, and through the crack, I can see the guard is alone. He stops for a second to assess the situation, but Bert acts quickly.

“Help me! I think she’s having a heart attack!” he says, giving the guard no time to think it through.

The moment the guard rushes over to Annabel, I sneak up behind him. Once I’m close enough, I wrap my right arm around his throat, place my left hand over his mouth, and my right leg locks his lower legs. Then, in the corner of my eye, I see Owen quickly get out of the bathroom to softly close the door.

The guard tries to wrestle himself free, but he doesn’t stand a chance. I choke him until he passes out. When he’s on the ground, I tie his hands and feet behind his back with the rope that hangs from the curtain rail and can be used to close the curtains. Usually totally useless, but very handy in this sort of situation.

Evan started cutting pieces from the bedsheets. Owen puts one of these pieces in the man’s mouth, but not before putting it inside his underwear, rubbing it over his dick and balls first. If the situation wasn’t this tight, I would’ve laughed, but now I just focus on controlling the situation, and I use the other cloth pieces to cover the guard’s mouth and eyes. After he’s secured, I take his AK47 and search his body. I find a spare mag and a big knife, which I place on me.

“You know some Spanish, right?” I ask Annabel, and she nods. “Will you translate, please?”

After another nod, I see the man regain consciousness, and he starts shouting. But because of the cloth both outside and inside his mouth, only the five of us can hear it. I kneel down beside him and place the knife against his throat. I look at Annabel, and I say, “I’m gonna ask you some questions. A simple nod or shake of your head is enough. Is that clear?”

Annabel translates, and the man nods. I can see the tension on Owen and Evan’s faces, but I can only hope they know there’s nothing else I can do.

“Do you know where they took the girl?”

He nods.

“Is she still alive?”

Another nod. He was a bit more convincing this time to make his point.

“If I remove the gag, will you start screaming?”

He moves his head vigorously from left to right and mumbles something inaudible.

“Good. Because the moment I think you’re going to make noise, I’ll slit your throat. Is that perfectly clear?” I say as I press the knife firmly against his throat.

I nod toward Owen, who slowly pulls down the cloth around his mouth. The guard spits out the fabric in his mouth and inhales deeply. I’m on edge here, and the moment he makes a sound, I’ll cut it off with my knife. But the man just needed fresh air, and he doesn’t scream or say anything.

“How many guards are there?”

“Viente,” he whispers, followed by Annabel’s equally soft “Twenty.”

“How many on each floor?”

He explains that the floors only have one guard and that there are four men who alternate between three or four floors. So my suspicion of them being hugely underpowered seems to be correct.

“And where is the girl?”

“El sótano… Basement,” he says.

I do quick math and conclude that they need sixteen men to guard the floors. So that leaves four or five in the basement or maybe outside.

“How many men are in the basement?”

Annabel says he doesn’t know. And judging by his pleading, I think he’s telling the truth. I know enough by now, and I put back the gag, lift the man over my shoulder and look at Bert and Annabel.

“Thank you! I’ll drop this scumbag in our room. I’ll make sure you guys will be rescued the moment I get the chance. Stay inside your room until then, and act like you don’t know anything about this. This guy never saw you, remember?”

“Good luck, Scott! Go and save that little girl!” Bert says as he slaps me on my shoulder.

“Thanks! We will. Come on, guys!”

Once we get into our room, I look at the twins. At first, I wanted them to stay here until I rescued Audrey. But now that I know the numbers, I’m pretty positive I can get the four of us out of here. And not having to go back upstairs gives me a considerable time advantage. But I have to check what they want first.

“Do you wanna wait in here while I go and get Audrey?” I ask. And their response is instant.

“Hell no!” Owen says sternly, immediately followed by his brother’s, “No way!”

“I thought so. As long as you promise to do exactly as I say, and I mean EXACTLY, you can come. But it won’t be pretty!”

“I know…” Evan says, “But we need to help Audrey!”

“Yeah!” Owen adds.

“Alright. Let’s get him in the bathtub,” I say.

Evan opens the door, and I drop the guard in the tub. I look at the boys and nod for them to leave the bathroom. They go without asking or saying anything. I look at the blindfolded and gagged man in the tub and feel sorry for him. I was planning on cutting his throat in order to buy us some more time. But seeing him like this, looking back at how terrified he was when I captured him, and especially how helpless he looks, makes me rethink my initial plan. I’m not on a job now with clear directives. I need to rescue Audrey, not kill every hostile I make contact with.

So I move my face close to his ear and whisper, “Do you understand English?” After a short pause, he nods. I doubt he’s fluent, but he knows enough. “Okay then. I’ve decided to let you live for now. But if I find out you alerted the guards, I promise I’ll make sure that I, or my friends, will find you, your family, and your friends, and we’ll make sure all of you will die the most excruciating death known to men. Is that clear?”

He nods vigorously again, and I think he understood exactly what I said, despite the language barrier between us. His nods and accompanying body language are all the confirmation I need. I check the knots in the ropes again, fasten the gag again, and pat him on his head.

“Take care,” I whisper as I leave the bathroom.

Both boys look at me with worried looks on their faces but don’t say anything. I decide to leave it like this and explain later. Them thinking of me as a ruthless killing machine can always come in handy, so I figure it’s better to leave it at that. I grab the floor plan from the door with the fire escapes clearly marked. These plans aren’t at scale but are usually pretty accurate when it comes to stairs and doors. I examine the plan, look at the boys and say, “To the right, there’s the stairway. It’s close to the elevators. Keep your head down and stay behind me.”

I slowly open the door, check the hallway and move to the right. Behind me, I hear the unmistakable sound of Owen’s flip-flops. So I pause by a big concrete pillar and crouch down. When the boys join me, I point toward Owen’s feet.

“Take those off. Put them in your pants at your back.”

Owen looks questioning at me but takes off his flip-flops and hands them to me. I turn him around, pull back the elastic band of his shorts, put the flip-flops there next to each other, and secure them with the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“There. A deaf man can hear you in these things,” I whisper.

“Told ya!” Evan whispers too and shoots a stern look at his brother.

I ignore them and move toward the stairs. The door to the stairwell doesn’t have a window in it, so I put my ear to the door. After listening intensely for a few moments, I think it’s clear.

“I think we’re good,” I whisper, “I’m not sure, so stay here for a moment.”

I grab my knife firmly in my hand and slowly open the door. But I know it’s wrong the moment I do this. I hear footsteps, and a moment later, a deep voice says, “¿Qué.”

I feel movement beside me, and before I can react, Owen stands up, grabs his dick through his shorts, and starts bouncing on his feet. As the door opens, I hide behind it the best I can, and the man coming out of it only has eyes for Owen.

“I need to pee! Where’s the toilet?” Owen says very convincingly.

“Esta…” the guard stammers, but before he can finish his sentence, I grab him from behind and take him in a neck lock.

I feel him struggling, but I know it’ll only take a minute or two for him to die. As his life flows out of him and his body collapses, I gently lay him down. I choke him for a few more moments. After I check his heartbeat and am confident he’s dead, I place him against the pillar we stopped earlier and make it look like he’s sleeping.

All the while, the boys keep an eye and an ear out in the stairwell to make sure we’re still alone. I grab the man’s handgun and knife and move over to Owen and Evan. I hand Owen the knife and say, “That was some quick thinking! Had he started calling out for his mates, this would’ve become messy. Thanks!”

Owen blushes and says, “I figured he wasn’t expecting to see a kid out here. If I had the time, I would’ve taken off my clothes. That way, the shock would be even bigger!”

“It sure would! He would’ve laughed his ass off when he saw your tiny… oh, wait,” Evan whispers.

“We need to move,” I whisper, needing them to focus. “Here,” I say as I hand Evan the gun. “You know how to use it?”

Evan’s eyes get huge for a moment, then he manages to collect himself as he takes the gun from me. “Yeah. Dad took us to a shooting range last month.”

I quickly explain to both the boys how the safety works and how to reload the gun, and we move down the stairs. When we reach the ground floor, I open the door and feel relieved to see we’re good. We quietly and quickly head over to the reception desk and hide behind it. I search the drawers and find a more detailed map of the hotel floors.

“There,” I whisper as I point to a spot on the map and then at the door a few yards away where it looks like the stairs to the basement must be. We hear footsteps approaching, and I hold my finger in front of my mouth. Both boys nod, and as the steps get louder, I see the fear spread over Evan’s face. I seek eye contact with him and try to keep him calm. The moment we hear the steps moving away, he lets out a soft sigh.

“We can’t kill them all,” I whisper. “Our first priority is Audrey.”

Both of them nod, and we crouch over to the door. I open it, and I can hear talking and laughter at the bottom of the stairs. I carefully start walking down the stairs, and at a corner, I stop and quickly look around it and immediately pull back my head. No one there.

So I move down further, and at the bottom of the stairs, there’s a long corridor. There’s an opening to the right a few feet in front of me. It’s a doorway without a door. I tiptoe over to it, signaling the boys to wait. I need to see inside the room, so I crouch down, put my head around the corner quickly and pull back. In that half a second, I count four people, and in the far left corner, there’s something on the ground that I can’t place yet.

So I glance around again and focus on that part. I see it’s a small person crawled up into a ball. This must be Audrey. But in the back of the room, there’s another doorway. There must be a whole system of corridors down here. This means I have to move quickly and make sure no one escapes through that door. I need to check one more time, but it seems that Carlos is close to both the door and Audrey.

“Fuck!” I whisper softly as I move back to the boys.

We move up the stairs a bit, and I softly explain to them what I’ve just seen.

“Is there something we can do?” Evan asks.

“Yes. I think there’s a way. I’ll enter the room, and you guys try to find that back entrance to the room. I hope I can buy you enough time so you can free Audrey.”

“What about you?” Owen asks worriedly.

“Don’t worry about that. You need to make sure to free Audrey and run for the harbor. There, you need to call the number I gave you, and you’ll be safe. You just need to make sure to get off this island safely and only worry about yourselves. I’ve been in situations way tighter than this one, so don’t worry. I will find you guys. Promise you won’t wait for me!”

Evan nods, and Owen whispers a soft, “Promise.”

“Thank you! This means a lot to me. Now, let’s get these sons of bitches, shall we?”

I get back to the door with the boys right behind me. I check my AK47 and place the spare magazine against the gun so that I can change it quickly, but I still can aim properly. I quickly glance around one last time to make a mental picture of the positions of the men in the room. I take a deep breath, take my close-quarters–combat position to enter a building shooting, and step into the light coming from the room. I hear soft footsteps behind me, indicating the boys are at it too.

My first targets are the two guys to the left of me. They’re talking to each other, and their shoulders are aimed at the door. They’ll be the first with a clear shot at me, so they have to go first.


Two precise headshots, and as the bodies crumble to the floor, I hear panicked voices. The guy to my right reacts quicker than I anticipated. He steps to his right and hides behind the book closet next to him. But I see it’s a wooden closet, and I know exactly where his head is, so I take another shot and hit him through the closet and see him fall down. Three down, one to go.

I take two steps forward, aiming for Carlos, the last living hostile in the room. He’s ducked behind a desk, but I decide to approach him carefully since Audrey’s in that corner too and considering it’s an old metal desk Carlos is hiding behind.

“Show yourself!” I shout as I approach the desk.

On the desk, I see two syringes and a bent spoon. Are these guys doing drugs in here? The syringes are filled, so I guess I interrupted them. I hear stumbling, and a second later, Carlos stands up, holding Audrey in front of him. I recognize her only by her clothes because a black bag is pulled over her head. Carlos’s golden colt is pressed against Audrey’s head, and he’s looking at me with fire shooting out of his eyes.

I aim at his head, but it’s hidden halfway behind Audrey’s, so I need a better opportunity to shoot without the chance of hurting her.

“Try me!” he says with poison in his voice. “I will not hesitate to kill her!”

I see him moving backward toward the door opening in the back of the room. I keep my gun pointed at him and say, “What a big guy you are! A grown man needing little girls to protect his safety. Your mother must be really proud!”

“DO NOT dare to talk about my mother!” he snaps.

Good! This is working. I’ve got him distracted, and I can see him loosening his grip on Audrey. Just a few more inches…

“She told me to say hi to you last night…”

“Fuck you!”

In the corner of my eye, I see Owen’s shadow. Next, I see him looking around the opening, then back over his shoulder, and a slight nod is all it takes. He quickly gets behind Carlos, with Evan on his heels. Owen lifts the knife, and the moment he moves it down, Evan reaches for the arm holding the gun. Owen plants the blade deep into Carlos’s leg while Evan yanks his arm away.


The gunshot sounds loud, but when I see concrete falling from the ceiling, I know we’re good, and I move over toward them. I immediately plant my foot on Carlos’s throat and point the gun at his face. The sounds of him trying to catch his breath fill the room, but no one seems to care. Owen pulls the knife out of Carlos’ leg, which causes him to scream while trying to catch his breath. It’s an awful sound, but I couldn’t care less.

“Take Audrey and get to the stairs,” I say to the boys

They pull the bag from Audrey’s head, and I try to make eye contact with her. Her eyes need some adjusting to the light, but after a few seconds, she starts scanning the room. The moment her eyes find mine, the worried look on her face morphs into a relieved one. I feel like we’re communicating on a more spiritual level because somehow, I can feel she’s fine and wants to know how I’m doing. Without saying anything, Audrey smiles knowingly and nods. The boys witness this, and the moment they see Audrey nod, each boy grabs one arm, helps her to her feet, and they start waking out of the room. The moment they leave, I look at Carlos.

“I hope you burn in hell,” I whisper.

Carlos opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, I pull the trigger. Blood and brain matter splash against the floor and wall. I feel absolutely nothing when I look at his half-open head. I just turn around, quickly grab the phone lying on the desk, and run toward the kids. I catch up with them halfway up the stairs. I look at Audrey, and thankfully, she doesn’t seem harmed.

“Are you okay, Lil’ Bit?”

“Yeah. Just a little dizzy.”

“Do you think you can run?” I ask.

“Yeah. I think so,” she says and tries to look tough.

“You need your flip-flops, or are you faster without them?” I ask looking at Owen.

“Without,” is all he says.

“Thanks, guys! You did great in there!” I whisper and give them a quick pat on their backs. “But now we need to move fast. The guards upstairs must’ve heard the shots. So we go for the exit, and when we’re at the street, we turn right and run toward the harbor. You run, and I’ll cover you. Don’t look back. I’m right behind you. Is this clear?”

“Yeah,” Owen whispers back, then looks at his brother. “Ready, Dude?”

Evan returns the look then turns to Audre. “Ready Dudette?” Evan asks, and she nods with a very determined look on her face.

“Three, two, one,” I say and open the door at the top of the stairs.

We’re back in the hotel lobby, and it’s surprisingly quiet. I wave to the kids to run, which they immediately do. When they reach the door, I hear footsteps running toward us in the distance. I hide behind a couch near the exit, and the moment the guy shouts, “HEY!” I get up and point my rifle at him.

Three well-aimed shots later, he falls to the ground and stops moving. I listen for a moment and don’t hear any more footsteps. So I get up and run toward the door too. In the distance, I see the three of them round the corner toward the docks. After a short run, I’m there too, with the sound of gunfire and explosions still clearly audible in the distance.

As I’m approaching the docks, I see them standing to the side, trying to hide a bit in the bushes. When they see me, they step forward and look expectantly at me. I look around and see a lot of boats. They vary from small fishing boats to big, luxury yachts. After a quick look around, my eye lands on a white Jeep Desperado standing close to us. At that moment, my mind is in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I need to get the cameras and laptop I left in our cabin. But I also need to make sure the kids are safe. But then again… they’re not really safe until I get these pictures. This internal struggle lasts a few moments, and I make up my mind after one more glance at the four-by-four.

“Can you find us a boat?” I say, looking at all of them. “It needs to be at least thirty feet. I don’t care about anything else. If it’s that size, we can make it to the US in it. Of course, it’s nice if there are some supplies on board, but we can manage a day without food.”

“What about you?” Audrey asks with a bit of panic in her voice.

“I take this thing,” I say, pointing toward the Jeep, “and drive back to our condo to grab my cameras and laptop. Trust me, we don’t want anyone else to see these pictures. It’ll take me fifteen minutes tops.”

“Right,” Owen says and looks at the boy and girl next to him. “We’re looking for a boat, guys. Do we need keys or something?”

“Sometimes. But most of the time, people just leave it in there, especially on this island. Oh! And check for fuel,” I say as I climb into the Jeep, “and try to stay out of sight, okay?”

“We’ve got it covered,” Evan assures me, and he pulls the gun from the back of his waistband and shows it to me to make his point.

“Be careful,” I say as I turn the key, and the engine comes to life with a loud roar.

“You too. Come on, guys,” Owen says, and both Evan and Audrey start running after him.

I place the AK47 on the passenger’s seat, and I see one of the army hats the guards in the hotel are wearing lying there. I put it on my head, put the Jeep into gear, and drive off. It takes me a few minutes to find the beach entrance. Mainly because I want to avoid driving past the hotel’s entrance.

I manage to avoid two small groups of fighters. Since I don’t know if they’re friendlies or not, I take the longer route. Once I get to the beach, I immediately shift the Jeep into a lower gear and steer to the left, going straight for the last cabin. As I drive by the other cabins, I notice some doors are open. I feel my chest tighten, and my stomach does a backflip when I think about losing these pictures. Then, as I’m rapidly approaching our cabin, I see someone entering it.

“Goddamit!” I whisper under my breath and put the pedal to the metal.

When I’m at the cabin, I hit the brakes hard, grab my rifle, and jump out of the Jeep. I leave the engine running, just in case. I take my usual position with the AK47 pressed against my shoulder and shout, “Come out with your hands in the air!”

“¿Qué Quieres?” I hear from inside the cabin.

After a few moments, the man steps out of the front door and onto the porch with a big smile on his face. He’s holding Audrey’s tiny, sexy-as-fuck white bikini in one hand and the can of coconut oil in the other. He has an AK47 hanging by its shoulder strap over his shoulder, and on his head is the same hat like the one I’m wearing. It’s clear he’s one of Carlos’s men.

“You Mr. Harris, no?” he says with an even broader grin and continues, “Looks like someone had some fun in here…”

“Give me my stuff,” I reply with my rifle aimed at his head.

“Can’t do that. My boss asked me to get all the stuff from your cabin.”

“Carlos is dead. I killed him,” I reply, stepping closer.

“That’s… unfortunate,” the man answers but doesn’t seem impressed.

“Drop the stuff and leave before I kill you too,” I say without reacting to him.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that. El Capitan asked me to search the cabins on the beach. ALL cabins…” he says, and the smile on his face gets even wider.

“Suelta el arma,” I hear behind me, and at the same time, something metal is pressed against the left side of my head, which I can only assume is a gun.

“It means you need to drop your weapon,” the guy on the porch says with a very smug face.

I hesitate about what to do next. If there are more men around, I’m doomed. Especially since I confessed to killing Carlos. But I need to neutralize the man behind me first. Otherwise, I won’t stand a chance.

“The weapon,” the guy says politely but clearly agitated that I don’t do it right away.

“Okay. Just don’t shoot me, please.”

I loosen the grip on my rifle, take it by the barrel, and place the back of it on the ground, where it falls into the sand altogether. The moment I let go of it, I feel a slight decrease in the pressure of the gun against my head. It isn’t much, but enough for me to notice. The guy on the porch clearly feels like he’s in control completely since his rifle still hangs over his shoulder.

I trained in this situation enough to entirely rely on my instincts and experience. So I move my head back a little and quickly pivot to my right. The moment I’ve turned and my left shoulder is toward his body, my left hand grabs the top of the gun. I immediately place my right hand under the gun, slamming it upward, causing the man’s wrist and index finger to break.

I simultaneously punch against his body with the full force of my shoulder, causing the man to stumble backward. Because of his broken finger and wrist, he has to let go of the gun, which I take in my hands, point it at the guy on the porch, and fire three times. Two of the bullets hit him in his chest near his heart, and the other one lands dead center on his forehead. He started saying something, but the bullets cut his words off, and he crumples to the ground. The moment I see him go down, I turn around and fire two shots at the guy behind me. Then, when I’m sure they’re both not a threat anymore, I pick up the AK47 and hide behind the Jeep to check if someone else is coming or not. About a minute later, I’m confident I’m alone, so I run to the cabin, take the camera bag and stop for a second.

I notice Audrey’s backpack lying around, so I grab it, take some food and drinks from the cabinet and fridge, and throw it in the bag. There are a lot of clothes lying around, but I don’t see anything more that’s worth taking with us, and since time is our enemy, I grab both bags, run outside, jump into the Jeep and start driving.

The gunfire in the distance seems to grow louder, so I figure I might as well take the shortest route. I place the rifle in my lap and hold the handgun in my hand to react quickly when necessary. As I drive by the hotel, I’m extra alert but am surprised to see no one moving around in the lobby. It worries me they might have followed the kids to the docks. But when I round the corner, it’s empty too, and Owen is the only one I see, hidden behind a big trash can. When he sees me, he jumps up and points toward a big boat, of about forty feet, that looks very luxurious and has a big sail.

“They’re over there. The key is still in it, and according to Evan, it has some advanced computer-aided steering system and a full tank of gas.”

“Sounds awesome! Great job! Here,” I say as I hand Owen the backpack with the food and drinks.

Evan’s head pops out of the cabin when we approach the yacht. His worried look immediately turns into a smile when he sees me.

“Look what we found!” he exclaims.

“It’s an awesome-looking yacht! We definitely can make it back to The States in this. Are we ready to set off?”

“Scott!” Audrey shouts as she exits the cabin.

Before I know it, she flies around my neck and gives me an extremely tight hug. I hug her back, kiss her on her cheek, and whisper in her ear, “I was SO worried about you back there! I love you!”

She pulls her head back and smiles warmly at me, mouthing, “Love you too.” Next, she looks at the three of us. “Thanks for rescuing me, guys! I never doubted you’d come for me, but I was SO scared down there!” she says and kisses all of us tenderly on our cheeks.

“Of course!” Owen beams proudly as if he rescued her himself.

I know we have to talk about this at a later moment, but right now, we need to get the hell out of here. So I get behind the wheel and look at the dashboard. Thankfully, this doesn’t seem too complicated, so I wave at the twins. They’re both near one of the two hawsers, which they pull from the dock and throw on deck.

The moment we’re no longer connected to the shore, I start the engine. It’s way quieter than I anticipated, which is pretty good news. I push the throttle forward and begin steering the ship away from the dock and toward the harbor exit. Audrey and Owen each look at one side if I don’t hit anything, while Evan is at the back of the ship on the lookout for more of Carlos’s men.

When we’re almost out of the harbor, I hear a big explosion nearby. Moments later, a giant plume of smoke can be seen and judging by its distance, they’ve reached the edge of the city. I turn the wheel one last time to point the bow toward the open sea and then push the throttle hard forward, surprised by how fast the ship accelerates. Owen and Audrey join me at the wheel, and I notice Owen’s worried face. Evan also leaves his post since we’re at a safe distance from the island. I see he’s worried too, so I slow the ship down.

“They’re getting into the city now,” Owen says.

“Yeah. What about Mom and Dad? Can’t we pick ‘em up on the north side?” Evan adds.

“Just a few more miles. Then I’ll drop the anchor, and I’ll call Jack. He’ll have all the intel we need,” I reply calmly, but feeling stressed inside.

I know deep down that they’re probably safe. Jorge, the tour operator, knows the jungle like the back of his hand. And I know for a fact that Jack and my former crew are active in that area too. So the chance of them being killed and me needing to take care of three preteen kids is exceptionally slim.

I stop the boat and look for the button to drop the anchor. Audrey points it out, and I see she’s worried too. So I pull the phone I took from Carlos’s desk out of my pocket.

“Fuck! It requires a PIN!” I whisper.

“Try the easy ones,” Owen replies, and I feel the tension oozing from him.

So I try 0000 and 1234. Both fail.

“Fuck! Just one try left,” Owen says, looking at his brother.

“You’ve got your laptop with you, right?” Evan says, clearly calmer than his brother.

“Right?” I say, questioning.

“I know a trick to resetting the failure count. Try 9876. If it doesn’t work, we’ll use your laptop.”

“Okay. Here goes,” I say as I press the numbers on the screen.

The phone unlocks, and I’m greeted by a background picture of Carlos, holding his golden gun and with two bikini-clad young girls next to him. These girls are probably no older than eight or nine years old and look scared at the camera.

I decide to ignore it, open the phone app, and dial the satellite phone number.

“Hello?” I hear after a minute or so.

“Jack? It’s Scott.”

Jack and I talk for a while, and I quickly learn that they indeed rescued a group of tourists and took them back to their camp for safety. I describe Luke and Miranda, and he’s positive they’re also with that group.

I also learn that the group trying to take over the island is small. A little too small, according to Jack. We agree that that’s probably the main reason why the hotel is so badly guarded. He assures me that they’ll also liberate these people after the Colombian army joins them on the island.

“Can we help? We’re on a small boat, so maybe we can help evacuate?”

“Nah. No need. Way too many people here. The army will start evacuating them as soon as they’re up to speed here. I guess that in a day or three, maybe four, they’ll airlift people off the island and bring them to The States.”

“Then we’ll go there too. Please tell the parents that we’re heading for the Keys, okay?”

“Of course!”

“Thanks, man! We’ll talk when we get there. You know you’re the best, Jack!”

“No problem. Just throw us the next barbecue, and we’ll call it even,” he laughs.


“Later,” he says, laughing loudly.

I hang up the phone and look at the boys. The look on their faces is terrible. Owen has tears in his eyes, and it’s clear that Evan is trying to act all tough, but his whole body language tells me something else.

I smile at them and say, “Your parents are safe. They’ll probably get to the US in about four days.”

I barely get the chance to finish my sentence as I’m getting tight hugs from both similar-looking sexy boys. Moments later, Audrey joins the hug, and I feel all of the last day’s events flow out of me.

It’s late in the afternoon as I look through the manual of this ship. I had already lifted the anchor and started the engine. The dashboard of this ship is pretty complex, but there has to be some sort of autopilot on it. I just can’t find how to activate it. I start feeling a bit frustrated, but when I look at the deck, I’m greeted by three magnificent-looking preteens coming out of the hull to chill. They’re carrying some food, two bottles, and four glasses, and they walk toward the lounge area on deck. I’m delighted to see them all relax after this exciting and dangerous day.

When I find the part about the autopilot, I feel a bit embarrassed about how easy it is. Just three buttons, the destination coordinates, and the option to use the engine or sails. I choose sails, so we preserve fuel, and after a few more minutes of checking everything and the sails opening up, I’m confident we’re on our way home. Of course, I feel a bit of sadness about how I left my beloved island wash over me, but when I look at the lovely kids with me now, I know I did the right thing.

I glance over and see the three of them lounging on the white, half-circle-shaped couch on the deck. The way they act around each other brings a smile to my face.

“We’re on autopilot now, so it’ll take us around four days to get to Key West. The autopilot will keep us going all night if we want to. We’ll decide what to do once we approach the mainland, okay?”

“Sounds good! Why don’t you join us?” Audrey asks, gesturing toward the couch.

I look at the table and see they’ve also taken the backpack. I’m not sure if we’re good on food yet, so I just have to ask.

“Is this all the food we’ve got?”

“No. Not at all! There’s LOTS of food down there. We can last weeks if we have to!” Owen smiles broadly.

“And we’ve got champagne,” Evan smiles, holding up the bottle.

“Yeah. Apparently, we took some old rich dude’s boat,” Owen chuckles.

“I’ll make sure he gets it back. All’s fair in love and war, so I’m sure I won’t get in trouble for it! And if I do, I’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

With a loud ‘pop,’ Evan opens the champagne bottle, which surprises me. And the moment the champagne starts oozing out of the bottle and onto the deck, we hear a big explosion behind us. I look around, and another big, black cloud of smoke rises up from the island.

“Oh,” Evan says timidly. “I thought we’d celebrate Audrey’s and Mom and Dad’s rescue. But…”

“I know,” I say a bit glumly, “But I’m sure the island will be freed from these assholes. Jack told me the Columbian army is on its way. I just hope there’s something left for them to liberate.”

“I’m sure it’ll all be fine,” Audrey says reassuringly and puts her arm around my shoulder.

“Let’s hope so,” I reply, already feeling a bit less glum about it, and say, “Well, there’s nothing we can do now to help the islanders. We’ll just have to make sure to get back to The States. So let’s toast to being free,” I say as I pick up my glass, holding it toward Evan.

He fills my glass, and the others follow my example, also holding up their glasses. Finally, after Evan fills his own, I raise my glass and say, “Here’s to getting off the island safely!”

Moments later, our glasses touch and Evan adds, “And to the safe return of mom and dad!”

We all approvingly mumble something in response to that and drink some champagne. I can feel myself relax as I feel it slide down my throat and look around me. In the distance to my left, there’s the island, where all evidence of explosions and such is gone, and to my right, the sun starts setting but is still high enough in the sky to be comfortably warm for at least an hour or so.

“So…” Owen starts with the tone in his voice which usually means some smart-ass remark is coming my way. “It’ll be three to four days before we see other people, right?”

“Something like that, yeah,” I reply hesitantly.

“That means I can get rid of these, doesn’t it?” he asks as he pulls on the fabric of his shorts to prove a point.

That little bugger! I know he’s right, but this is the absolute last thing I’m thinking about at the moment. But knowing how much of a pair of nudists they are, I can’t blame them. So I start laughing and say, “I don’t see why not! It’s just the four of us for the coming three days, so why don’t we work on those tan lines. Right, Lil’ Bit?”

Owen starts wiggling out of his clothes, and moments later, his brother follows suit. I assume it takes Audrey a moment for this all to land because there’s no action on her part for a few heartbeats. But when it does, she doesn’t waste any time and is standing there in just her panties, looking expectantly at me. When I look over at the boys and quickly glance at their flaccid dicks hanging over their tight ballsacks, I notice they’re looking at me too.

“What!?” I ask as if I don’t have a clue why they’re looking at me.

As Audrey matter-of-factly slides her panties down her legs, she says to no one in particular, “We’ve got a party pooper on the ship. I repeat… party pooper on board!”

Both boys start giggling, and their little dicks wobble with each movement of their bodies. I guess they don’t want to be a part of this thing between Audrey and me, as they let themselves fall back onto the couch and look at us with obvious amusement.

“Party pooper, you say?” I say with mock surprise.

“Yeah. That’s what I think you are,” she says, looking at me like a true diva with her hand on her hip.

As I once more drink in the sight of her perky, hot, and nubile young body, I softly say, “Guess you need to do something about that, don’t you?”

Audrey’s eyes light up, and I see the twins start to move in the corner of my eye. I willingly am helped to my feet, both boys chuckling and giggling. Before I know it, six small hands are tugging at my shorts and t-shirt. Moments later, I’m as naked as the kids, and their hands are roaming all over my body.

Because of all the groping and rubbing, I fall back on the bench, where Audrey quickly climbs on my lap, kissing me deeply and rubbing her pelvis against mine.

“Slow down, Lil’ Bit! We’ve got all evening, night, AND three days after that. So let’s enjoy it, okay?”

She nods shyly, and as the boys take their spot on the bench and Evan refills our glasses, she whispers, “I put a lot of oil up my bum. I want your thing in it again,” into my ear.

After hearing that, my hard cock twitches violently against her pussy, causing her to smile wickedly before she leaps off my lap and cuddles up next to me on the bench, grabbing her glass.

We make some small talk, but I can feel the sexual tension between us rise quickly. My dick has gone soft by now, and I start to feel more and more relaxed as I lounge around naked with these kids. But the movement in Owen’s lap grabs my attention. With each heartbeat, his dick rises, and he seems oblivious to it.

“Dude!” Evan chuckles as he looks at his brother.

“What?” Owen asks innocently but with a wicked smile.

Audrey and I are looking at each other as she talks about something funny that happened at school a few weeks back, but when she hears the boys talk, she glances over and asks with a twinkle in her eyes, “Need some help with that?”

Owen smiles sheepishly and simply nods. Audrey gets up and crawls onto the table on her hands and knees toward the other side like a cat, reaching out for Owen’s boner. Owen immediately gets the idea and gets to his feet.

Before he can say or do anything, Audrey latches her mouth onto his dick, and a soft moan escapes his throat as she slides her lips down his shaft. Evan immediately gets to his feet too, not wanting to be left out.

“I’m taking turns this time,” she giggles as she looks at the boys, who sheepishly nod again.

She starts alternating between the two hard, adolescent dicks in front of her face. Seeing her working these dicks like an experienced cocksucker makes me vaguely proud about how quickly this girl picks up on this stuff.

I’m watching this spectacle from right behind Audrey’s butt, which sticks invitingly into the air and moves seductively from left to right as she’s sucking the twin’s cocks. I love the look on the boy’s faces, and as I’m watching them and contemplating if I should do something with Audrey, she lifts her head from one of the dicks barely long enough to look back at me over her shoulder, asking, “What are you waiting for?”

I feel a bit silly for still doubting if I should participate. Especially when the boys start urging me on too. They WANT me to join them in their sex play. I have to keep reminding myself about that.

“The oil is next to the couch,” Evan points to me.

Currently, Audrey is working his brother’s hard cock, so Evan is observant enough to notice. I look on the floor, and there’s the can of oil. I don’t know how or when Audrey prepared all this, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants my hard cock up her butt and fuck her brains out. My caveman instinct is taking over again. This time, I know she can handle me, so I make very little effort to push him back to let the voice of reason take over.

No. I need to lube up and stick it inside that little girl’s ass. I need to slide it in, fuck her hard, and coat her insides with every drop of cum my balls have to offer. And she’s going to take it like a pro. I just know it! As I open the can of oil and generously coat my dick with it, I see her rosebud open and close in front of me. She’s clearly been practicing how to use these muscles, and it turns me on immensely.

Since I’m all lubed up and horny as fuck, I get to my feet and step forward. My legs are a bit shaky, but as I’m closing in on her backside, I notice how this table is almost at the perfect height. I push my dick down a bit, so it’s practically horizontal, and all I have to do now is take another small step, and I’m pressed against her entrance.

The moment my dickhead touches her anus, I hear her moan loudly. Both boys look at me, and I hear one of them say, “Go for it, Mr. H!” followed by a moan as Audrey switches dicks.

I don’t say anything. Instead, I place my hands on her hips, and I apply just a little bit of pressure to let her know I’m ready for it. When she realizes what I’m about to do, she relaxes her sphincter, and my slippery dickhead pops in with ease. Damn! This girl is a quick learner!

Her ass muscles clamp tightly around my dick, but she isn’t as tight as before. It’s still extremely tight, but now it just feels more… relaxed. My caveman brain is still in full swing, and I start sliding in without worrying too much about Audrey. But according to the deep grunts and moans coming from her, she likes what I’m doing.

As I’m over halfway inside of her, the ship hits a wave, and I slightly lose my balance, causing me to slide that last bit in at once.

“Aahhhh!” she moans loudly, but it doesn’t sound as painful as I expected.

“You okay, Lil’ Bit?” I worriedly ask, my hands firmly on her hips and my hard cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

“Ooohhh… yeah… it’s just… I need a sec.”

My right hand reaches around her, and as I move it down over her lower abdomen in search of that sweet spot, she moans again. The moment my index finger finds her swollen and slippery clit, she instinctively pushes her butt back and starts grunting. I rub over and around her slick button, and as I start moving my cock in and out of her ass, she starts squirming.

I suddenly have an incredible urge to feel her body against mine, and my caveman brain figures there’s an easy way to fix this. So I let go of her clit and wrap my arms around her slim body. My left hand firmly grabs her right boob, and when I feel I’ve got a strong enough grip on her, I pull her up against my chest, making sure to keep my dick buried deep inside her back door.

She squeals as I lift her, but it’s a squeal of delight. Her hands search for support, and after grabbing just air, they land on my hips. But I have no intention of keeping a standing position, so I step back and ease myself slowly down onto the couch as smoothly as possible. As my butt hits the cushion, her ass slides down even further down my cock, and I let out a loud moan. Audrey plants her feet at the front of the couch and pushes herself up a bit before sliding down again. To me, it feels like she’s testing the position we’re in, but I fully understand her need of testing the water.

Her back is still firmly pressed against my chest, and as my left hand keeps kneading her right tit, I savor the feeling of her lovely body against mine. We are slowly starting to fuck again, and we’re getting into a slow rhythm together before long. I sense we’re on the same page here and not aiming for a quick orgasm but a nice, long and intense fucking session. There’s less urgency in our movement but more focus on the things we like. I guess the experience they’ve gained up until now is the cause of that.

Audrey moans something inaudible, and in my peripheral vision, I see some movement. I look at the boys, and as they’re getting over to us, their bobbing boners lead the way, and they’ve got some shit-eating grins on their faces. They kneel down in front of us and between our spread legs. Their faces dip between our legs, and when Audrey lets out a loud, primal grunt, it’s clear what’s the cause of that.

But, moments later, the feeling of a mouth sucking in one of my balls surprises me, and I instinctively push hard into that tight little girl’s ass I’m pounding at the moment. Then, when I get used to the feeling of the lapping tongue and mouth all over my balls, I slow down my thrusts a little. I don’t want to cum yet. I need this moment to last. But the squirming body against my chest has different plans.

“Aaahh… aaahh… aaahh…” Audrey moans, followed by a high-pitched, “cummmmiiiinnngggg…”

Her body stiffens, and her ass muscles clamp around my pumping dick. This isn’t one of the earth-shattering orgasms she had before, and she’ll probably have about half a dozen more before I’m done with her, but I absolutely love the feeling of her shaking body in my arms.

She lets go of my hips and reaches down for the boy who ate her out. The mouth on my balls lets go, and I can see one of the boy’s faces appear, and he lip-locks with Audrey after he gets up completely. He presses his body firmly against hers, and I just love the feeling of this extra pressure on me. I notice his humping motion and feel the tip of his dick rub against my bald balls a few times. His instinct is to aim for a pussy to sink his dick into, take over, and I feel the need to help him.

So I reach around, grab both his ass cheeks and pull him up and toward us. Less than a second later, I feel the underside of our dicks touch, with only the soft, thin flesh of Audrey’s insides separating us. Wanting to keep it as comfortable for Audrey as possible and learning from past experiences, I pull back the moment the boy slides in.

“Aaaahhhhh!!! YESSSS!!!” Audrey practically screams, slams her head back, and lays it on my shoulder.

The boy looks at me with the horniest look I’ve ever seen. Then, without needing to talk, I feel I need to push back in, and he starts sliding out.

“Owen?” I ask hoarsely, guessing the boy’s name.

He just nods, leans in, and starts Frenching me violently. I close my eyes as I’m overwhelmed by all the stimulation my body is receiving. There’s this preteen cock sliding over mine. The hot, tight, and slippery inside of this sexy girl pressed against my chest. The tight ass I’m holding of this sexy Adonis, who’s Frenching me with everything he has inside of him.

I just have to open my eyes again. I want to see everything that’s happening in front of me and memorize as much as possible. I then notice Evan placing the can of oil back next to me on the couch. Moments later, Owen stops kissing me, his eyes fly open, and a loud moan comes from deep within his throat. When I feel Evan’s hips press against my hands, I realize that at that moment, almost every available hole is filled with a cock.

Owen moves his face over in search of Audrey’s, and as Evan picks up the pace, so are Owen’s moans. I need to stay focused because Evan is determining Owen’s pace of fucking Audrey now. I need to match it in the opposite way, which is quite challenging initially.

Evan reaches his face over his brother’s shoulder in search of mine, and we start kissing furiously while picking up the pace. Audrey’s body feels like a ragdoll against my chest, and the primary grunts coming from her are sexy as fuck and extremely encouraging. I also realize that Owen and I are pistoning in and out at the same time now, filling her up as we enter her. There are no groans of discomfort or winching of her body. Nothing like that, just encouraging moans and grunts to fuck her as hard and deep as possible.

Of course, this can’t last forever. I feel Audrey having a few ‘little orgasms,’ as she calls them, but because of all the action, they’re pushed back right away, all accumulating to that one big explosion. As Evan moans into my mouth getting louder and more intense, I hear Owen’s now-familiar high-pitch grunts. He’s close to cumming, but has to match his brother’s rhythm, which is clearly not fast enough, judging by his pleading moans.

And that’s when Audrey sets off a chain event. A big, loud, bellowing scream from deep inside her triggers my point of no return. I slap hard into her with all the force I can master in this position. Her body starts shaking on my chest, and I’m surprised by what happens next. One second, she’s shaking, the other, she’s completely limp.

I know she’s fine, judging by her deep breaths. And since she’s experienced these intense orgasms before and almost acted the same during these, I focus on one of my most intense orgasms ever. As Audrey’s shaking continues, I feel Owen’s ass muscles tighten under my kneading hands. The moment his dick starts kicking against mine and his cute, high-pitched grunts fill my ears, I lose it. The dam breaks, and I slam in one last time, as deep and hard as I can. I feel my balls pull up, touching Owen’s, and the stream of cum fills my ejaculatory tunnel. A heartbeat later. I start coating the insides of my little lover.

I don’t know how many spurts filled her up. All I know is that I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure. Owen’s kicking dick keeps rubbing over mine, and I realize Evan is still pumping his brother’s ass. I’m still spurting too, and the moment Owen’s dick rubs over mine one last time, I feel like I’m coming again. I had never felt this before. I had an orgasm during an orgasm. That’s the only and best way to describe it. Evan’s hips shake against my hands, and the same grunts his brother grunted moments before are filling the air.

All the while, Audrey is still cumming. This lasts a few more minutes, which I find both impressive and highly erotic. But I don’t have any more to give her at this moment. So we lay there in a panting heap of sweaty bodies, all trying to come down from our orgasmic highs. My dick stays hard for a while but eventually slips out with a squishy sound, and cum dribbles out over my dick and balls.

“I can do this all day,” Audrey mumbles between Owen and me, and we all start laughing at that.

But it turned out we almost did it all day long, for four days straight. I had never felt this sexually drained in all my life. We tried every possible position we could think of, even one Owen came up with, where Audrey had to bend forward and had her head between her knees.

Audrey’s favorite was the airlock. We did that one several times, and she just loved having every hole filled with a cock. We also learned that Audrey loved to be covered in cum. And in the end, she wouldn’t let us cum inside her anymore. Instead, she’d lay down on the deck, and the three of us had to spurt over her, hosing her down and covering her in cum.

I’m reminiscing all this as I’m standing at the wheel after disabling the autopilot. I remember the look on the kid’s faces after telling them they need to wear some clothes again. Key West is approaching, and so is the chance of sailing past another boat filled with people. I tell them I can’t explain to these people why there’s a grown man on board with three naked kids. And when I drop the word ‘prison’ again, they all reluctantly go down and put on their clothes.

“This is the US coastguard. Identify yourself,” I hear over the radio the moment we enter the US territorial waters.

“This is Scott Harris bringing back refugees from La Isla de Aquinas. We’re US citizens, requesting to dock in Key West.”

“We were told you were coming. Welcome home, Mr. Harris.”

I look relieved at the kids, who all have broad smiles of relief across their faces. As I glance at Audrey and how amazing she looks in her tank top with her hair dancing in the wind, this brings me back to the hospital right after she was born.

Glenn and I stood there looking at the little baby, lying there under a blanket, peacefully asleep. Glenn wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I could even feel he was emotional, and I felt all mushy inside too.

“She’s absolutely amazing, isn’t she?” he asked.

“She’s wonderful! I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

“I think she even looks a bit like you,” he chuckled.

“No way! Really?” I replied, feeling flattered.

“Yeah, she does. A Lil’ Bit…”

The End.

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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Hoc erat ultimum cap. Si clausurae opus est, epilogum lege. Sed non auctor est. Mitte mihi nuntium, si hanc fabulam probaverunt.

Another pretty abrupt ending, I admit. But it was always clear to us to end this story after they’re safe and sound back in the US. And the last line being all about the explanation of the Lil’ Bit nickname was E-o-F’s more than an excellent idea!

At first, there would be a little more closure about them getting back home, but that was about it. But I really like this ending. There are lots of opportunities for them to keep their relationship going. Or not. Everything is still on the table, and I like that! This way, you, the reader, are free to imagine a suitable ending that YOU want.

But I know you also invested time and energy in reading this story. So that’s why I removed some of the closing stuff and wrote an Epilogue. But if you think the story is fine the way it is, leave the epilogue alone. If you’re curious about how I see the ending, be my guest. Story-wise there isn’t anything left. The epilogue just ties some loose ends together.

Enough about the epilogue. E-o-F, and I would love to read your comments! How did we do? What was good, what was terrible, what could be better? You know… the works. Just comment on the website or drop me an email at jasoncrowwriter@hotmail.com or jasoncrowwriter@protonmail.com, and I promise I’ll read it. I always try to reply, but if the flow of emails is too great, I might miss one or two.

We hope you enjoyed the story. To me, it was a lot of fun getting to know the characters and imagining how they were developing. I think it’s a pretty rounded story in the end. Not too much action or conflict in it, but more focus on the sexy bits this time.

Thanks for reading, and keep an eye out on the jasoncrow.eu website for more stories, eye candy, watchlists, etc.

Jason and E-o-F

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