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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Three

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan blushed. “I… sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N… no,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hallelujah for common sense,” Nicole said dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did not!” Megan said, laughing.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s no fair,” Jack pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna… watch?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… suppose,” Megan said uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s fine, Shane,” she said.

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

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

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

“For reals?” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shane,” she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I’m gonna…” he croaked hoarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you like that?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “It was great.”

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

“Shane…” she said weakly.

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

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

“But, Aunt Megan…” he began

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

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

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

End of chapter three.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Two

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 2

Back at the townhouse, Megan headed to the kitchen while Shane took the stairs. Jack followed her and when she opened the fridge he spoke, asking, “Aren’t you gonna put on clothes?”

Megan turned to find the boy standing there watching her, still erect, his fingers sliding a loose bit of foreskin up and down over his acorn-shaped glans. “Do you think I should?” she asked.

He shrugged his thin shoulders. “No, but it’s just kinda weird, since you never got naked before.”

“Well, I decided to try it, and I guess I like it,” she said with a smile.

Jack nodded absently, still slowly stroking the head of his cock and said, “You got nice boobs, so you should keep your clothes off.”

“Well… thanks,” she said.

“Hey!” he suddenly said, releasing his cock, which sprang upward to slap against his groin. “You wanna see my hairs now?”

Megan desperately wanted to get a closer look at the boy’s young cock, but the thought sent a shiver of fear through her as well. Jack was looking at her so earnestly though, that she relented. “Sure,” she said.

“Sit in that chair,” he said pointing to a chair in the middle of the table. He switched on the kitchen light, which shone almost directly on that spot.

When she sat, he came over and presented himself to her. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Megan leaned close.

Jack rubbed his fingers over his groin, peering down, then pinched a single, silky strand, nearly invisible, and pulled on it gently to display it. “See?” he said.

“I do see,” she said, her eyes drinking in the sight. Nearly four inches long, straight as an arrow, with a small, pinkish glans. There was a tracery of blue veins along the length of it, and down below she saw at least half a dozen silky hairs on his little testicles. Unable to stop herself, she reached up and ran a finger over his scrotum, watching it contract. “You have hair here, too,” she breathed.

“Uh-huh,” Jack said in a faint voice, and Megan knew that if she looked up she’d see those intense blue eyes staring down at her, sparkling with desire.

She stared at her nephew’s cock, her mouth watering. She’d never wanted to suck a cock so badly. She swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth, imagining running her tongue along the prominent ridge along the underside of Jack’s eleven-year-old penis. Then she pulled her hand back, holding her breath, pushing down her desire.

“I…” she swallowed again. “I have to go to my room. To the bathroom,” she clarified. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, okay, Jack?” Then, without waiting for an answer, she hurried up the stairs. She needed to cum so badly. Her vibrator was in a drawer in her room, and she couldn’t wait to feel the familiar buzz stimulating her insides.

However, her plan to find some release from the buildup of sexual tension was abruptly ruined as she hurried down the hallway toward the guest room. She’d became aware of the sound as she topped the stairs, but was so focused on her need to masturbate, she hadn’t applied any significance to it. As she reached the doorway to the boys’ bedroom, the sound met picture and coalesced into a scene which stopped her in her tracks.

The sound had been a sort of squelching accompanying a slapping sound. As she stopped outside the bedroom door, she saw Shane lying on his bed. His bed was to the left of Jack’s, situated with the head opposite her, so that the curling toes on his feet were toward her. The slapping sound was the rapid movement of the boy’s hand sliding up and down on his cock. The squelching was no doubt the result of the body lotion bottle lying on the bed.

Megan nearly sank to the ground as her knees went weak. It was so much more intense than any fantasy she’d ever had. Shane’s cock was angry and powerful, nearly five thick inches of straining boy meat, the widely flared head swollen and red. Between his legs, his large balls jerked with his motions, and his little gasps of pleasured effort sent stabs of electricity through her pussy. Without conscious thought, her hand was between her legs, and she gave a shuddering sigh as her fingers slid past her pink folds into her molten core. She gasped, and hunched over, pleasure rocking her as her plunging fingers pistoned in and out, her eyes locked on the shining length of her nephew’s straining young cock.

As she was inundated with a shuddering orgasm, she heard an almost pained whine from Shane, and her eyes flew wide as she saw a sudden, arcing spray of watery semen jet upward. Two, three, four streams of liquid splashed up and out and, mind numb from the display, but overcome with sudden fear, Megan forced her legs to move and she hurried down the hall imagining those squirts of jizz landing on the boy’s smooth skin, imagined leaning over him and sliding her tongue among those savory puddles, sucking up his essence.

Twenty minutes later, Megan stood in her room, staring at her naked body in the mirror over the dresser. Her hair was still a bit damp from a shower, where she’d cleaned all evidence of her lust from her body after standing dully under the hot spray for at least half of that time. She wished she could clean her conscious just as easily. Not only had she watched her thirteen-year-old nephew masturbate himself to orgasm, but she’d touched her eleven-year-old nephew’s genitals, not once, but twice.

Now she stood there, trying to decide if she should put on some clothes or not before going downstairs to her young nephews. It seemed one hell of a surreal dilemma. The whole nudity thing was very new, and she knew that part of the courage she’d found to do it in the first place was really an underlying sexual excitement about showing herself to the boys. There was a lot of danger in that though, as evidenced by the three times she’d already crossed a line. Four, if she counted telling Shane he had a nice dick. Yeah, definitely four.

In the end, she thought that dressing now would seem like a defeat, and might somehow signal to the boys that something had happened, or that what had happened was somehow wrong. Certainly an admission of guilt. So, still nude, she left her room and headed downstairs.

Just in time for another surprise. Perhaps. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, silent on her bare feet, she caught sight of the back of Shane’s head leaned back against a sofa cushion in the living room. She was struck for a moment about the oddness of the boy sitting there in silence, as the television wasn’t on. She must have made some sort of noise, because all of a sudden, Jack’s blond head poked up, an alarmed look on his face, while Shane twisted around, staring at her wide-eyed.

“Hey,” Megan said, a bit confused. Part of her brain was trying to tell her something, but she wasn’t sure what. Jack jumped to his feet, and she noticed that he was hard again. Or perhaps still. He looked down at his brother, desperate, while Shane twisted himself around and hid his body behind the sofa cushions.

“Hey,” Shane said, a bit strained and overly casual. “We were just… talking,” he said. “About… lunch! Uh… are you gonna make something?”

“Suuuure,” she said suspiciously. “Why don’t you come help?”

“Me?” Shane asked, swallowing nervously.

“Both of you,” she said.

“I… can’t,” Shane said.

“Why not?” she asked, walking forward. Shane hunched tighter behind the sofa. “What are you guys up to?” she asked, although she had a sneaking suspicion which was once again tightening things down below.

“I…” Shane said, but then trailed off uncertainly.

“He’s got a boner!” Jack exclaimed, and Shane turned and glared at his brother.

Jack glared back, his eyes full of meaning and said, “He’s just got a boner, and that’s why he’s embarrassed.”

Shane gave an appreciative look and said, “Yeah, it’s just kind of embarrassing.”

Megan didn’t buy it for a moment. Especially after the walk back from the pool, where the thirteen-year-old had proudly displayed his large erection after her talk with him. Besides, she worked with kids their age every day and could spot a lie a mile off. She had a strong suspicion what they’d been doing, but she decided to unpack that particular thought later on. Alone. Armed with her vibrator. Instead, trying to ignore the sudden tightness between her legs which was announcing it wanted to unpack the thought now, and not just unpack, but spread out and examine in intimate, sweaty, boycum-dripping detail, she said, “Well, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to boys all the time, and I’m going to be here a month, so we might as well both get used to it.” There, she thought, that sounded reasonable. Bullshit, but reasonable.

“I… yeah,” Shane finished lamely. Then, after a moment of indecision, Shane levered himself back and off the sofa, revealing that he did indeed have a throbbing erection, but what the thirteen-year-old apparently hadn’t considered was the very clear evidence of saliva on his cock, which made it shine in the overhead lights.

Megan’s eyes locked on it and once again she found herself outside his room, watching his hand stroke that gorgeous young cock to orgasm. She felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy contract, and embarrassed now herself, she turned and moved toward the kitchen, saying back over her shoulder, “Well, let’s get something to eat.”

She could hear the boys behind her, shuffling footsteps and hushed whispering. Ignoring them, she went to the fridge. Then she opened the freezer. “How about a pizza?” she asked, seeing a frozen pepperoni pizza there.

“Pizza!” Jack exclaimed.

Figuring that was good enough endorsement for her, she pulled it out of the freezer, took a look at the directions, and after a few seconds of staring, figured out how to preheat the oven. Then she turned, wondering what they were supposed to do for the next thirty minutes while the oven preheated and the pizza cooked.

Shane, standing a few feet behind her, looked guiltily away as she turned. His still quite full erection gave some indication of what he’d been thinking. Or maybe he was just a thirteen-year-old with a boner. When he turned back and caught her staring, he blushed and moved to cover it, but then stopped.

She must have given some sort of look, because he said, “You said not to be embarrassed.”

“I… you’re right,” she said, going to sit at the table. “You shouldn’t be.”

Shane stood where he was for a few long moments, then he stepped closer to her, his erection bouncing with his steps. He stopped about three feet away from her. “Are you?” he asked.

“Embarrassed?” she asked, looking away from his swaying boner guiltily.

“Yeah,” Shane said. Jack sat down next to Megan, watching the conversation.

“I was a little bit at first,” she admitted, deliberately misunderstanding. “I guess going nude isn’t as bad as I always imagined.”

“Not about that,” Shane said quietly. He stepped forward until his knees were nearly touching hers. “I mean about this.”

There was no question what this was. As she watched, Shane’s cock jerked, and she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or if he’d done it on purpose. This was the closest she’d been to it, and she couldn’t help staring. She guessed it was maybe an inch-and-a-half thick, his balls seeming large and pendulous for such a slight body. Interestingly, she saw no hairs on his scrotum at all, but that little fan of dark hairs around the base of his meaty cock made her itch to rub her fingers across them. As she watched, his cock lurched again, and this time a little bubble of precum oozed out of the tip of his cock and slid down the spongy head.

Megan wasn’t sure what she’d have said, or done, in the next moment, but she was spared the consequences of whatever it might have been by the sound of the door opening and her sister’s voice calling out, “Anyone home?”

“Mom!” Jack cried, jumping up and rushing out of the room.

Shane gave her a mysteriously meaningful look, then he went after his brother, although at a more sedate pace. Megan slumped in the chair, her heart racing, feeling she’d just dodged a bullet.

“Oof! Let me put my bags down, Monkey,” Nicole said, obviously in response to an enthusiastic greeting from Jack.

“Did you guys have fun?” Megan heard.

“Yeah!” came Jack’s voice. “We went swimming and now Aunt Megan’s making us pizza.”

“Pizza, huh?” Then a pause and Megan heard, “Well, someone’s certainly happy to see me,” which she thought was likely in response to her oldest son’s erection. She felt another stab of jealousy that her sister was able to see such things every day and apparently remain unaffected by it. Megan couldn’t imagine it.

Then a full minute went by without any sound at all. It was unnaturally quiet, and Megan was sure it meant that the boys were having a whispered conversation with their mother. Megan began to panic. What had she been thinking? How had she imagined she could ever hide what she was from her sister? She began to rehearse excuses. The boys had imagined it. They were misinterpreting what had happened. How quickly could she pack?

Then she heard her sister’s heels clicking on the wooden floors coming toward her and there was no more time for planning. She rose to her feet nervously, and Nicole stopped short when she saw her. Then her sister was grinning at her. “The boys said you’d finally taken the plunge, but I had to see it for myself.” She walked forward then and hugged her, then held her at arm’s length, staring her up and down. “Welcome to the club,” she smiled.

“I was at the pool, and it just seemed silly to be the only one wearing clothes,” Megan said, trying for a casual tone, amazed that it seemed that would be that.

“That gets most people,” Nicole said. “Preheated,” she said, going to the oven and sliding in the frozen pizza, the gear change confusing Megan for a moment. Nicole closed the oven and turned back with a sly smile. “I bet Shane went nuts. He’s got a major crush on you, you know.”

Megan blushed, and Nicole laughed, delighted. “How long did it take him to get hard? Was it instant or did he have the sense to try to hide it?”

“I…” Megan began, flummoxed.

Nicole laughed again. “Your face,” she said. She shook her head, amused. “He was stiff enough to cut glass when I just saw him, so you must have had to deal with it for awhile.” When Megan still couldn’t speak, Nicole grinned and said, “I’m sorry, Megs. I should have warned you.”

“I… well, he was embarrassed, but I told him not to be.”

“Kid walks around this complex sporting wood on a daily basis, but with you he gets embarrassed,” her sister chuckled again. Then another sly look. “He’s a bit of a surprise, isn’t he?”

“I… what do you mean?” Megan asked.

Nicole gave her a knowing look and held up her pinky, giving it a suggestive wiggle. “From this, to this,” she said, illustrating with a clenched fist, her other hand gripping her elbow. “Jacky is out there. What you see is what you get, but Shane is like one of those toys Mom used to buy you when you were little. Put em in water and…” and she moved her cupped hands further and further apart. She laughed again.

Nicole glanced at her watch. Then she looked to the kitchen counter and said, “Alexa, set timer for fifteen minutes.”

Okay, fifteen minutes and counting, the device responded.

“That’ll be lunch,” Nicole said. Then, “I’m going to go get changed.”

*

That evening, they came back from dinner around nine. They’d gotten dressed, which already seemed a bit weird to Megan, and like the rest of the family, she’d happily stripped once they arrived back at the house. Then they all gathered in the living room for popcorn and a movie.

Shane was stretched out on the floor in front of the large television. He was on his stomach, with his feet in the air, waving idly around, which did interesting things to his balls, which were clearly visible between his legs. Nicole sat curled on the right side of the sofa, while Megan sat on the left. Jack was on his back on a loveseat off to the right, and Megan couldn’t take her eyes off him.

The movie was in no way sexual, so Megan wasn’t sure what was setting the boy off, but his boyish erection left no doubt that he was aroused by something. He was lying there watching the movie while his fingers once again worked at the bit of foreskin he had remaining after his circumcision, moving it up and down over his small cockhead. Sometimes, he’d release his grip on his glans to slide his fingers down along the shaft to his balls, which he’d squeeze a bit before taking his little helmet between his fingers again.

Even from a distance, Megan thought she could see a tiny spot of moisture at the tip of the boy’s penis, and she wondered if he were capable of anything like the display Shane had put on earlier. The longer she watched the eleven-year-old, the more she became convinced that she would soon find out one way or the other.

As if thinking it had predicted it, Jack apparently had reached a point where his idly stroking fingers were no longer sufficient. As she felt the warmth growing between her legs, Megan watched as Jack wrapped his fist around his little boner and began to stroke it up and down in earnest. She did her best not to stare and make it obvious she was watching. Jack spread his coltish legs and his left hand slid downward, taking his small testicles in a loose grip while his stroking hand picked up speed. Up and down, faster and faster, while his skinny hips began to make little thrusting movements, and then he let out a little puppy whine of need.

Nicole turned her head, then turned to Megan, who quickly flicked her eyes back to the television. “Jacky,” the boy’s mother said softly, but the boy either didn’t hear her, or ignored her as his hand stroked his four-inch erection faster and faster. Now Shane turned, and seeing what his brother was doing, he snorted a quiet laugh.

“Jacky,” Nicole repeated, more loudly this time. When her sister threw her a look, Megan didn’t bother to look away, instead giving her a quirked eyebrow, which earned her an eye roll in return. Still the boy continued to jack himself off, his face scrunched in concentration.

“Jacky!” Nicole finally said, loudly, and Jack’s hand stopped while he turned to look, guilt on his face, panting heavily. He still clutched his stiff cock. Seeing she finally had her son’s attention, she said, “What did we talk about?”

Jack mumbled something, looking at Megan guiltily. He released his stiff penis, but it continued to pulse and jerk visibly.

“What?” Nicole prompted.

“Don’t do it in front of company,” Jack said miserably.

“That’s right,” Nicole said. “Your Aunt Megan doesn’t need to see that.”

“But, Mom,” Jack whined, once again taking his cock in his fist. “I gotta.”

“It’s okay,” Megan heard herself say. She shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“See?” Jack said, already stroking his cock again.

“Not in front of company,” Nicole repeated. “If you have to do that, then go to your room.”

“But I’ll miss the movie,” Jack whined.

“Room,” Nicole ordered.

Giving a grunt of annoyance, Jack jumped off the couch, erection bouncing wildly, and hurried up the steps. Shane watched his brother go, then glanced back at his mom and Megan, then rose to his feet. He was hard as well, and Megan watched his flexing ass as he hurried after his brother.

“Seems it’s contagious,” Megan joked.

Nicole shook her head in wonder. “Those boys,” she said. “They go at each other like rabbits.”

“At… each other?” Megan said, feeling she must have misunderstood. Although the image of coming down the stairs earlier suddenly came back to her. The image of Jack jumping up looking guilty, and Megan’s thought that the blond boy’s head must have been right in the vicinity of his big brother’s lap.

Nicole shrugged. “I figure that as long as they’re doing each other, they aren’t out knocking up any little girls.”

“They…?” Megan began, unsure.

“Fuck each other,” Nicole finished for her.

Megan just stared, and Nicole chuckled and shook her head. “Your face,” she said. “Apparently that’s boys for you,” she said. “The moment they figure out those little things between their legs are used for something other than peeing, there’s just no stopping them.”

“But… isn’t Shane…”

“Straight?” Nicole said. “Oh yeah. Constantly sniffing around after all the young pussy around here.”

Megan blushed, a bit shocked at her sister’s language, not to mention the casual attitude she seemingly had towards her sons having sex with one another. “I meant…” and her voice dropped in volume, “…large,” she finished.

“Oh!” Nicole laughed. “He’s a big boy, alright, but Jacky doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I nearly caught him with another boy recently. Not positive, but I’m pretty sure they were going at it, and you should see that kid. Thirteen and hung like a damned pony,” she said.

“Richie?” Megan said, remembering.

Nicole laughed again. “So you’ve seen him? That thing looks enormous on that skinny little body, doesn’t it?” She gave her sister a conspiratorial smile and said softly, “Been tempted myself.”

“Nic!” Megan said, giving a shocked laugh.

“Your face,” Nicole said with a smile.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. The women drank white wine and talked quietly. The boys eventually returned, Jack looking satisfied and Shane looking a bit sheepish. Megan didn’t pay much attention to the movie, her thoughts a confused jumble. Her eyes kept drifting to the boys, imagining what they’d been doing when they’d disappeared upstairs. When she first became truly aware of her attraction to boys, Megan’s fantasies had centered around thoughts of smooth-limbed youngsters pumping away between her legs, or her taking a boy’s slim cock into her mouth. That was until she’d discovered shota.

Shota, or shotacon, was the artistic depiction of young boys in a sexual manner. Scared to search out real boy pornography, she quickly latched onto shota, from the traditional Japanese anime style, to its Western counterpart and eventually to 3D renderings of young boys engaged in sex. A common theme seemed to be young boys with each other, and since discovering it, the idea of two boys together had grown to be a much larger feature in her fantasies. She was amazed that it had never occurred to her to imagine Shane and Jack together, but as she sat there, gazing through the television, it was the only thought in her head.

Nicole sent the boys up to bed at about 11:30, and the sisters sat up talking for another hour. Thankfully, the subject of sex, or boys, or sex with boys or between boys, didn’t come up again. Finally, the women decided to call it a night. With a glass of wine too many, Megan decided to visit the downstairs bathroom before heading up the stairs. When she went up a couple of minutes later, she caught Nicole as she was leaving the boys’ room. Their room, and the guest room where Megan was staying were off to the left of the top of the stairs, while Nicole’s master suite was to the right.

Nicole shook her head as she came up to her sister, rolled her eyes and said, “Boys,” then kissed Megan goodnight and went into her room, shutting the door. Megan looked after her sister a moment, wondering what she’d meant, then she headed down the hall, feeling a bit unsteady from the wine.

Megan couldn’t help looking as she came to the boys’ room. They never seemed to shut the door. The lights were out, but the hallway light was leaking in, as well as a nightlight between the two beds. In that light she could clearly see Shane lying on his back, looking at his little brother, who was lying on his right side, his left leg draped over Shane’s right and his left hand wrapped securely around his brother’s big cock, jacking it steadily up and down.

Shane looked up, alarmed, and whispered something, causing Jack to turn and see her. The eleven-year-old just grinned, his hand still working his brother’s cock.

“We’re in our room, so it doesn’t count,” Jack said. Megan swallowed around a lump in her throat, her heart suddenly racing. Shane whispered something else and Jack said, “So? She already saw.” Still, his hand continued to stroke his brother’s erection.

“I… I should go to bed,” Megan said weakly, and she turned to go.

“Wait!” Jack said, and Megan paused. He finally released Shane’s cock, which bounced stiffly, hovering over his groin. “Can I have a goodnight kiss?” he asked.

Megan hesitated, and then felt bad about her reluctance. He was just a boy after all. “Sure,” she said, and stepped into the dim room. Jack scrambled happily to his feet, his own, smaller erection bouncing crazily. Megan stepped up to the edge of the bed and he wrapped his skinny arms around her. She felt his penis poking against her stomach as he hugged her.

Megan returned the hug while Jack put his mouth against her left ear and whispered, “You can touch Shane’s dick if you want. He wants you to.”

“Well, goodnight,” Megan said, a bit shocked, and she stepped back and released the boy, still feeling the spot of heat where his little cockhead had been pressed.

“You have to kiss Shane, too,” Jack said.

“It’s okay,” Shane said, still lying there, but now covering his erection with his hands.

“You have to,” Jack said to his brother insistently.

“Fine,” Shane mumbled, and he slid across the bed and came to his feet.

Megan instinctively opened her arms and Shane pressed against her, wrapping his arm around her, his cheek against her breast, and after a moment she felt the slick heat of his cock slide against her thigh. She tensed and Shane shifted minutely, which sent the head of cock angling inward and brushing against the wetness of her pussylips.

Megan gasped and stepped back, and Shane looked at her guiltily, his cock bobbing with his pulse. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“I… it…” she took a breath. “It’s okay, Shane. I’m… going to bed. Goodnight, boys,” she said before fleeing to her room. And to her vibrator.

*

Megan was awakened the next morning by a soft voice calling her name. In her dream, she was standing in the doorway of her bedroom back home in Pittsburgh, and on the bed Jack was staring at her with eyes filled with lust as his brother knelt behind him, slowly sliding his cock in and out of the younger boy’s ass. ‘Megs‘, he whispered. ‘Megs‘.

“Megs,” she heard again. She cracked her eyes open, expecting to see Jack’s sweet face, only to find Nicole leaning over her with a smile, wearing a nice white pantsuit. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she said.

“What’s up?” Megan asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, trying to adjust to the new reality and feeling a wash of guilt. “What time is it?”

“Just after eight,” the older woman said with a sigh. “As you can tell,” she said, stepping back and indicating her dressed state, “life is conspiring against me. I hate to do this to you, but I’ve got a minor emergency at work. I’ll try very hard to get back in time to take you and the boys to the Rainforest Cafe. It’s their favorite place. Well, Jack’s favorite. It used to be Shane’s as well, before he got a couple hairs between his legs and became cool,” she finished in air quotes.

“It’s okay,” Megan said, sliding out of bed to stand naked beside her sister. That was certainly a role reversal, she thought. She wasn’t sure about being alone with the boys again, but she was going to be there for a month and figured she might as well find some way to deal with it.

“Thanks, Megs, you’re saving me,” Nicole said, and with a final peck on the cheek, she was gone.

Megan turned and blushed, seeing her vibrator lying on her mattress in plain sight. Well, it wasn’t as if her sister didn’t have one, she figured. She had no idea who Nicole might be dating, or even if she was dating. She and Steve had divorced five years ago, so she must be getting her needs met somewhere. She made a mental note to grill her sister about her love life. Nicole could easily put her off the subject on the phone, but she was here now in person.

In the meantime, she had a couple of horny boys to wrangle and entertain until lunch. First, though, she felt a shower was in order. Fifteen minutes later, she felt ready to face the world. Leaving her room, she felt her heart speed as she neared the boys’ room. She stopped and glanced inside.

The boys were both still together in Shane’s bed. The older boy was on his back, lying in a shaft of early morning sunlight beaming through his bedroom window. His body was bent awkwardly, with his right hip thrust to an extreme and the rest of his body curling around the other direction, forming almost a half moon. His cock was hard, but not hovering because Jack’s left forearm was lying across it. Jack’s head was on his brother’s chest and he was lying mostly on his right side, but leaning toward his stomach. In the shadow beneath his body she could make out his stiff little penis poking into the mattress.

For a moment, Megan imagined crawling into the bed with them, smelling all that rich, musky boy perfume, caressing their smooth limbs, feeling their hot, greedy mouths on her body. She shuddered, and couldn’t help sliding a hand between her legs, surprised she was already wet. Wiping her fingers on her thigh, she retreated down the stairs.

In the kitchen, she grabbed a box of frozen waffles she’d spotted the day before. Once those were in the toaster, which she didn’t start right away, she grabbed a pan and started some bacon cooking. She smiled about five minutes later when she heard movement above her, and went ahead and depressed the lever on the toaster. A toilet flushed upstairs, and by the time the boys staggered into the kitchen, hair awry and thankfully not erect, she was finishing up the bacon and had a plate stacked with an entire box of waffles.

“I don’t know where the syrup is,” she said.

“I’ll get it!” Jack said, going to the pantry.

“You made bacon,” Shane said, yawning and stretching behind her. “I love bacon.”

“Me, too,” she said with a grin.

Shane went to grab a seat at the table, then paused and came back to her. “Morning,” he yawned, and gave her a hug, his face against her boob, his hot breath tickling her nipple, which stiffened instantly.

She hugged him awkwardly, then disengaged and said cheerily, “Get it while it’s hot.”

Shane moved to his chair, but not before Megan noticed that his soft two-inch penis was now a not so soft three-and-a-half inch penis, and not pointing downward, but nearly straight out. Jack returned with the syrup and took a chair, and Megan turned to grab the plate of bacon, the grease soaking into a paper towel. She put the plate on the table, and the three helped themselves to a nice breakfast while talking about not much of anything, which was just fine with Megan.

Megan cleaned up after breakfast while the boys went upstairs to shower. She was in the living room, curled up on the sofa with her Kindle, back to murder and mayhem, when the boys came down the stairs looking clean and smelling wonderful.

Jack immediately sat next to her, leaning his body against hers and asked, “Whatcha readin’?”

“Neon Prey,” she said. “It’s about a US Marshal on the trail of a cannibal serial killer.”

“Neat,” Jack said.

Shane came around the couch, standing there awkwardly. “You can sit with me, too,” Megan said, patting the spot on her opposite side. Shane quickly slid in beside her and she relished their warmth.

After a minute of silence, Megan chuckled and said, “Well, you two are going to die of boredom if we keep this up. Do you want to do something?”

“Can I turn on cartoons?” Jack asked hopefully.

“Sure,” Megan said, and Jack eagerly grabbed up the remote. “Cool,” Jack breathed, eyes on the television where a bare-chested boy was doing martial arts. Megan was familiar with Avatar, but she’d never watched it. She thought he was cute, for a cartoon. Looking to either side of her, she knew Aang didn’t compare to the two naked cuties pressed up against her.

Without her Kindle, Megan’s arms went naturally around her nephews, who snuggled closer. She watched the cartoon while her hands moved idly, her fingers caressing skin, not really paying any attention, but just absently touching.

After a few minutes, Shane shifted a bit, and Megan’s mouth went dry as she realized that her lightly teasing fingers had mostly been caressing the thirteen-year-old’s hip, but in this new position, they were dangerously close to his groin. Heart pounding, she continued to lightly circle and caress, fearing that stopping would draw attention to what she was doing; that it would somehow give it purpose and intent. By not stopping, by her twisted logic, she could claim ignorance of where here fingers actually were at the moment. So it was, that against her fondling fingers, she felt the feathery brush of her nephew’s sparse, silky pubic hairs.

Megan swallowed nervously, and shifted her head slowly, slowly to the side so that she could look down around the lustrous cascade of Shane’s chestnut hair. She saw exactly what she feared and hoped she’d see; the throbbing stalk of the boy’s cock. Even as she saw it, her finger inadvertently slid against the base of it, and she saw it lurch. Her fingers twirled among the little dark hairs on her nephew’s groin, and she watched them as if she were a bystander, with no control over what would happen. So she was surprised when she saw the idly circling index finger once again brush against the root of the boy’s cock.

At that moment the show they were supposedly watching went to a commercial and Jack sat up and said, “I’m gonna get something to drink.”

Shane jumped up as well, sliding out of her embrace, then stood there with a quivering cock. He gave her an odd look and then hurried after his brother. Megan watched the boys disappear, then rose herself. Her legs were a bit shaky and there was a warm pulsing at her core. She stood there for a moment, sliding a hand across her stiffened nipples, then dipping a finger between her legs. She nearly collapsed as a bolt of pleasure rippled through her. Gasping, she once again wiped her wetness against her thigh then headed to the kitchen. Maybe a drink was just what she needed.

As she neared the kitchen, she heard a whispered voice, and she slowed. Feeling guilty already, she crept forward.

“Just like that,” she heard Shane whisper as her head peeked carefully around the corner.

Shane was sitting on a chair, which was turned around and facing away from the table. He was leaned back, with his hips forward, his ass barely on the edge of the chair. On his knees before him was his little brother, who had one hand on Shane’s thigh, and the other wrapped around the base of the older boy’s cock. His blond head was slowly bobbing up and down on the thick teen cock in his mouth. The boys were in profile to her, and both had their eyes shut, but Megan knew she would likely be spotted if either looked her way. Still, she was unable to move.

“Uhhh, faster,” Shane whispered, putting a hand on Jack’s head, his fingers sliding through the short blond hair. Jack responded by speeding the movement of his bobbing head, the sound of the big teen cock sliding in and out of his mouth echoing obscenely through the kitchen.

Megan’s fingers slid of their own accord down to the damp heat between her legs. Her palm pressed against her crinkly pubic hair as her fingers parted her swollen lips and dipped into the tight, sucking center. Her mouth dropped open, imagining it was her taking that nice cock, sucking up the flowing precum, circling the fat, spongy head. She bit her lip as pleasure rocked through her body and she gripped the corner of the wall to keep herself from falling.

She saw that Jack was pausing every few head bobs to more slowly take more of his older brother’s cock, his lips nearly reaching the peach-fuzz at the base. Bob, bob, bob, bob, bob, on the first couple of inches, then a sloooow dip to the bottom. The rhythm seemed to really do it for Shane, who would arc his hips and tremble on each slow swallow.

“Almost, almost,” Shane gasped in a soft, strained voice.

Jack apparently knew just what to do, and he stopped the slow swallows and just concentrated on bobbing his head as fast as he could while his fist quickly jerked up and down. Down below, Megan noticed that the eleven-year-old had dropped his hand to his own straining erection, and he was jacking himself with short, quick movements.

Shane gasped more loudly. “Gonna… uhhhh, gonna cum!” he moaned.

The words sent a bolt of panic through Megan, who realized she was likely seconds from being discovered. On shaky legs, she made her way back to the living room. It was only there that she realized her fingers were still moving inside her dripping cunt. Shuddering, she removed them. Imagining that Shane had had time to finish, his cum blasting into his little brother’s mouth, and fearing that the boys would continue their sex play, she called out, saying, “Shane? Jack? Could you see if there’s any coffee left?” After a short pause, she continued. “Never mind, I’ll take a look myself.”

Then she made her way back to the kitchen, gaining confidence and steadiness with each step. She heard the rapid rearrangement of a chair, and then Shane came around the corner, barely glancing at her and giving her a quick, ‘hey’. His cock, she’d noticed, was still pointing mostly upward, and was still shiny with spit and boy slime.

As she entered the kitchen, Jack smiled, a bit nervously she thought, and said, “There was only a tiny bit of coffee left. I can make more though. I know how Mom likes it.”

“That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll just grab some juice.”

“K. I’m gonna go play Playstation with Shane.”

“Okay,” she said, but then she stopped the boy as he was about to walk by her. She immediately realized she shouldn’t have, but it was too late. “You’ve got something on your face,” she said, wondering why she was speaking at all, then she reached out and brushed her finger over his downy cheek, where a tiny streak of watery cum was slowly dripping.

Jack’s face widened in alarm, surely suspecting what she’d find, but then his eyes narrowed and he inhaled. Megan instantly saw her mistake. As a knowing look and a tiny smile spread across her nephew’s face, she realized that the hand she’d used was the one that had just been inside her. The look on the boy’s face told her he was familiar with the smell that must be drifting strongly off her fingers.

Megan froze in panic, her hand, finger extended, inches from Jack’s knowing gaze. Then, in a move that shocked her, the boy leaned forward and took her finger into his mouth. She felt his tongue sliding around the digit while he sucked lightly, taking in his brother’s boycum as well as her own essence.

Then, shocking her even further, Jack released her finger with a grin and said in a low voice, “We could go play instead.”

She looked down at his twitching erection and felt a pulse of need between her legs. Jack, seeing her gaze, reached down and squeezed his cock. He opened his mouth to speak again, but fearing what he might say, and how she might react, she blurted, “I need to… check something… in my room,” she finished lamely, and then she fled up the stairs.

Megan didn’t even glance into the boys’ room as she passed, fearing what she might see. She hurried into her room, closing the door and leaning back against it, heart racing. How was it that an eleven-year-old boy was so knowing? So confident? She’d come to terms last night with the, admittedly exciting, idea that the boys were apparently having sex with one another, and possibly with other boys as well, but Nicole had implied that she was allowing that to keep them from screwing around with the girls around the community. If Jack was that familiar with the odor of an excited female, and confident enough to shamelessly proposition her, she thought maybe Nicole’s efforts to keep her boys away from all the available young pussy weren’t as successful as she thought.

Of course, the thought of Jack plunging that adorable little cock into some bit of hairless pussy did nothing at all to combat the pulsing between her legs. Seeing her unmade bed, and her discarded vibrator, she didn’t even hesitate. She practically threw herself onto her bed, grabbed up the vibrator and twisted the bottom to get it humming. Her pussy was so wet that the vibrator easily slid into her. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttered closed as the vibrator worked its magic.

Breathing quickly now, she pushed her left palm into her mound, rubbing in small circles just above her swollen clitoris, the nearness of it nearly overpowering. With her right hand, she guided the vibrator slowly in and out, imagining it was Shane’s young cock fucking her. Soon after her realization that she was attracted to boys, Megan had put away her old seven inch vibrator in exchange for newer, smaller ones. She had a slim, five-inch one, a tiny three-inch on a ring that slipped on her finger, and her favorite, a four inch, realistic little dong with small testicles and only three-quarters-of-an-inch thick. She hadn’t brought that one, worried that it might be seen and questions asked. The five-inch vibe wasn’t as thick as Shane’s cock, but it was enough to fuel her imagination.

Minutes later, she turned her face into her pillow, smothering a cry of pleasure as a huge orgasm ripped through her body. Her limbs were shaking as if they were being pumped with electricity, but finally the quake passed and she fell like a rag doll to the mattress. She had the presence of mind to shove the vibe under her pillow, and then she fell into an exhausted sleep.

In her dream, the boys were back in her bed in Pittsburgh. She stood in the doorway, watching them, and their eyes were on her as Shane slowly fucked his cock in and out of Jack’s trim little ass. She watched that shining shaft disappear into the boy’s ass again and again until she realized that it wasn’t Jack that Shane was fucking, but her. She looked and saw herself standing in the doorway, fingering her pussy and then turned to see Shane above her. She could feel his cock, but it wasn’t inside her. The boy was sliding his cock teasingly back and forth against her pussy, his shaft sliding between her lips and bumping over her aching clit. She wanted to tell him to stop teasing her and to put it inside her. She wanted to be fucked so bad, and the teasing was driving her crazy. No matter how much she begged though, he just continued to slide his cock against her.

Megan blinked rapidly, realizing something was wrong. The sensations from her dream were still so strong. She could still feel Shane’s cock sliding against her and she realized that she was climaxing, the pleasure that had been building between her legs cresting like a wave, about to wash over her. But she was awake, her mind insisted, and then she lifted her head as the wave crested and saw a blond head between her legs.

“Nooo,” she moaned, and Jack’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, a smile tugging the corners of his lips as he continued to work his mouth against her pussy, his face wet with her juices. Helpless, she threw her head back, her body rocking with the climax, her thoughts white noise, a chaotic storm of guilt and triumph, fear and lust. Her whole body trembled and without conscious thought her hands went between her legs, pulling the boy’s face against her, lifting her hips as she trembled and moaned out her lecherous hunger.

Finally, she felt the climax beginning to fade when Jack suddenly clamped his lips around her clit and began sucking lightly at it, and then she was going again, helplessly, sobbing from the joy of it and the shame of what she was doing. When she felt the boy spear her pussy with two fingers, she jerked, but was finally able to muster enough will to push him away.

“Stop,” she moaned weakly, pushing ineffectually against his head while trying to squirm away from him. She shuddered as his fingers were close to bringing her again, and said with more force, “Stop, Jack. Stop.”

Finally the boy lifted her face, leaving her clit singing, and his fingers slid from inside her. He bit his lower lip nervously, the effect somewhat ruined by her wetness shining on his cheeks and mouth and chin. “Didn’t you like it?” he asked.

Megan slid back from the boy, sitting up and hugging her legs. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said weakly.

“I thought you wanted me to,” he said, looking worried now. He moved up to a sitting position, his young boner bouncing, drawing her eyes, and causing a contraction between her legs as she imagined the potential of it. “You watched me suckin’ Shane and you didn’t say anything, and I could smell your fingers, so I… I just thought you wanted me to.”

He knew? she thought, stricken. Of course he did, she realized. Simple enough to put two and two together. “I…” she started, but she had no idea what to say. Of course she wanted him to, but a desire for something didn’t mean true want. How to explain that to an eleven-year-old though? For that matter, where the hell did the kid learn to eat pussy like that? She’d been with women who weren’t even that good at it. “I didn’t mean to spy,” she said, figuring that was a safe place to start.

“I know we’re only supposed to do it in our room while you’re here,” he said, and she thought, just while I’m here? “But Shane was super horny.” He gave her a look. “He said you touched his dick.”

“I…” she began, feeling sheepish. “That was an accident.”

Jack gave her a dubious look and continued. “Anyway, you were watching, and you didn’t say anything and I could smell… well, you know. You were… touching it,” and he gave a pointed look between her legs, as if there might be some doubt as to what it was. “So I thought… you know… that you’d want me to. Didn’t I do it good?”

“You… did it very good,” she had to admit, and he smiled, pleased. “But, Jack, you’re my nephew. We can’t do things like that with one another.”

“But…” and the boy’s face screwed up, confused, “…I suck Shane’s dick all the time, and we’re brothers. Plus,” and he lowered his voice, “he puts it in my butt.”

“That’s between you and Shane,” she said. “And your mother,” and Jack’s eyes widened in alarm. Before she could explore that, however, the boy rose to his knees, his little erection waving back and forth.

“You can touch it,” he said.

“I…” she paused, realizing she was staring. She met his eyes guiltily. “I’m your aunt, Jack.”

“You did it before,” he pointed out softly.

“I… shouldn’t have done that,” she said.

“Just a little bit?” he asked. “It kinda hurts.”

“It hurts?” she asked, suddenly concerned before realizing he was obviously lying.

The boy nodded. “Here,” he said, lightly cupping his balls.

“I…” she bit her lip, torn between desire and doing the right thing. She knew the kid was trying to play her, but she really wanted in that moment to let herself be played.

“Just a little?” he asked in a small voice, inching a bit closer on his knees. “It really hurts.”

“Just…” she lifted her hand. “It hurts?” she asked, knowing it was bullshit, but willing to believe as she gently cupped his small testicles.

“It already feels a little better,” he breathed.

Megan cupped the eleven-year-old’s balls fully then, letting them fill her palm, allowing her fingers to gently stroke the wrinkled skin, to feel the tiny golden hairs. Jack’s dick twitched, and she saw a tiny glint of moisture in his small pee hole. She could see his stomach expanding and contracting more rapidly as he breathed. “That’s better?” she asked.

“A little higher,” he breathed.

“You mean here?” she asked, letting her fingers slide up to the hairless root of his penis. Mostly hairless anyway, given that she could see two small, silky hairs.

“Higher,” he croaked.

Kicking herself mentally, Megan slowly slid her fingers upward, delighting in the satiny warmth of Jack’s penis. She was doing it, she thought. She was touching an actual boy’s penis. However, despite the throbbing warmth between her legs, the guilt of what she was doing was overwhelming her. He was her nephew. Her sister’s son. Nicole’s baby. This was wrong. So wrong.

Seeing that she’d stopped, Jack begged softly, “Just a little bit higher. Please. It’ll stop hurting.”

The abject need in the boy’s voice is what spurred her. Suffused with guilt, she still allowed her hand to slide around Jack’s penis, gripping it tightly enough to feel it pulsing against her fingers. Only the little pink glans remained outside of her fist, and she gently rubbed her thumb across it, surprised by the slimy little trail that smeared from a droplet of precum. She lightly squeezed the little acorn, and another droplet bubbled up. Unable to stop herself, she raised her thumb to her mouth, and lapped her tongue across the sweet substance. Then, realizing what she’d done, she raised her guilty gaze upward, to find Jack staring at her with glittering eyes.

“You can suck it,” he breathed. “I don’t mind.”

“I… you need to go, Jack,” she said, scuttling back away from the boy.

“Please?” he asked, hand dropping to squeeze his erection.

She swallowed nervously. “Just… I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t do that.”

“You can just jack it then,” he said desperately, moving forward on his knees. “I’m almost ready to cum.” His hand was moving on his own cock then, stroking his four-inch boner.

“I can’t,” she said in a tiny voice.

“Almost ready,” he said in a strained tone, and his hand was moving faster.

“Jack,” she said, but before she could say more, the boy gave a strangled gasp and his little cock spit a few tiny droplets. Another gasp and a tiny stream, no longer than a couple of inches, jetted forth and struck her left breast, followed by another spitting expulsion of droplets.

Megan froze, shocked, feeling the heat of his emission searing her tit. “I’m sorry!” he gasped, and then he was off her bed and running out the door. Megan’s hand immediately went to her breast, her finger capturing the clear, dripping liquid, and she brought it to her mouth, her pussy convulsing as the taste of her nephew’s cum filled her mouth.

End of chapter two.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter One

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That explains the guard,” Megan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re horrible,” Megan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of chapter one.

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Kyle’s Little Discovery – Epilogue

Kyle’s Little Discovery – Epilogue
By
Caliboy1991

“Don’t leave your backpack on my vanity, Kyle,” Mom said as I set my backpack down. I was looking forward to three whole months of not having to think about school now that summer has arrived.

I smiled sheepishly back at her and hefted my backpack and took it over and dropped it in the closet, in the corner. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Don’t forget what happened last year when you forgot your gym clothes all summer,” Mom said.

I wrinkled my nose. That had been bad. Who knew that damp gym clothes could mildew and ruin a backpack? I shrugged and took my PE clothes from the bag, and dropped them into our hamper.

I looked at the stack of movie rentals we picked up on the way home from the restaurant. There weren’t many ways better to spend an evening than watching movies. I’m so glad Mom likes a lot of the same movies as me. Now that I’ll be in the eighth-grade next year, mom added rated R movies in our mix of rentals.

Thinking over the past few years, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. My home life was rated X, and yet I couldn’t watch rated R movies until a few months ago. Still, I didn’t really mind.

I pulled my shirt off and added it to the hamper as I said, “I picked the last couple of movies. It’s your turn.”

Sitting on the bed, I pulled off my pants as Mom sorted through the tapes. “What about Die Hard. Watch that tonight, and then maybe tomorrow night, we can catch the sequel at the movie theater.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts. I rested my chin on her shoulder as she pushed the VHS cassette into the player. It still feels a bit weird to be as tall as Mom. However, she keeps telling me that I’ll get a lot taller.

She turned around and kissed me. The longer our lips touched, the more her body pushed against mine. And the more my dick strained at my underwear. Her mouth tasted of the Chinese food we’d eaten earlier. I could almost taste the heat from the General Tso’s on her lips.

The movie was forgotten as I pulled at her T-shirt with our school mascot on it. I dropped it on the floor as I reached around her and unfastened her bra. Over the past few years, I’ve gotten to be pretty good undressing my mom, and I certainly felt myself get even stiffer when her small breasts came into view.

For the moment, I ignored everything else as I sank my mouth onto her left tit, sucking on her nipple, feeling it grow hard against my tongue. Then I knelt and unfastened her jeans, pulling them and her underwear down in a single tug. I don’t know how many times I’ve done this since I was ten, but it never got old. I even leaned in and kissed where her slit and pubic mount met. It was smooth under my lips, which tingled from the touch.

Mom pulled me back up and then slid my underwear to my ankles, where I kicked them off. This was the moment I liked best, when we’re both naked in front of each other. She took me in her hand, wrapping her fingers around my erection.

I’d done more that grow more than six inches over the past few years. Now, that my thirteenth birthday is about two months away, I think Mom likes my dick even more than she used to… and she’s always wanted it. Used to, Mom would wrap just her thumb and index finger around me. But know she can get almost get her entire fist around me when she jacks me off.

She let go of me and crawled onto the bed and lay back and spread her legs. The smoldering look was all I needed. I followed her onto our bed and moved between her legs. I grabbed my nearly five inches and leaned forward, resting my chest against Mom’s breasts. The tip of my dick tingled as it touched the folds of Mom’s pussy. She was already wet, which told me she wanted me inside her just as much as I did.

When my head slid into her pussy, it was already slick. I pushed my pelvis forward, sliding all the way inside her. The warm walls of her pussy gripped my shaft, making me tingle all over. I don’t know how many times I’ve felt her pussy walls grab my dick over the past few years, but it never gets old.

As I slid back, Mom wrapped her legs around my butt, pulling me back inside. My pubic bone glided smoothly against hers. In the past few weeks, I’ve started making semen, and I bet by the end of the summer, I’ll be getting Mom’s help to pluck out any hair that comes in. I know it sounds weird and crazy, but after three years of heaven, I’d become addicted to the smooth feeling of our bodies grinding and gliding against each other, and if plucking or shaving a few pubes was what I have to do, then it was a small price to pay.

My hips rocked back and forth. In no time at all, we found that rhythm where our bodies almost felt like one. Mom’s breathing quickened as she groaned, her head leaned back against the bed, “Ahhh, mmm.”

I sped up as Mom’s fingers dug into my back. Seeing her expression turn to one of bliss, knowing she was close to cumming, made me tingle even more. My balls tingled, my dick tingled, even my belly button tingled as I felt myself closing in on that electrical feeling.

My balls pulled up, and then my dick jerked inside the tight confines of Mom’s pussy. I felt that first hot spasm shoot out of my dick. Bam, bam, bam… With the first couple of jerks, my watery cum shot into Mom’s pussy. Still, my dick kicked, thinking there was more there. I didn’t care. The physical feeling of my semen erupting out of my slit was incredible. Yeah. When I get older, I know there’ll be more, but for now…it was, like Mom says, Nirvana.


I could hear Kyle in the bedroom. He was watching some TV show, waiting for me. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than get up and go in there. It’s crazy, I know. If you had told me the first time I slid his three inches into me that I would love it even more when he was a bit older, I would have laughed, simply because he’s been perfect at every stage.

But it did get better. When we first started making love, seeing his little erection would make me wet and horny. At least I thought it had. But by the time he was twelve, he was four inches of delight. Seeing him naked made me even hornier and the sex even better. Of course, by then, we had turned his bedroom into his study. He hadn’t slept in any other bed than mine in more than a year.

I guess it was sometime after this last spring break that I felt him ejaculate for the first time. The first time Kyle ejaculated had been a few weeks before the end of the school year. We were making love, him on top of me, when I felt his penis felt like it grew even harder inside me right before he came. I my mind I knew it had mostly felt the same as before. But it didn’t feel the same. I wanted to see it, to experience my boy’s newest development. After pulling him out of me, I only waited long enough for him to catch his breath before going down on him with my mouth. I ignored my taste on his penis, as I slurped and bobbed and sucked.

And sure enough, my boy, just a bit older than twelve and a half years, deposited his second load of semen into my mouth. It was thin and watery, yet sweet on my tongue. We didn’t get much sleep that first night he came. The last time I brought him to orgasm, his cum was dry.

By the time summer came, we made love almost every day. There was one Saturday that we only got out of bed to eat. He came in me five times that day, and each one better than the time before.

And now, that school is just around the corner, there I was, sitting on the toilet, staring down at that plastic stick. Those two lines felt like they were staring back at me, accusing me. I shook my head, uncertain of what to do. Until a few months ago, Kyle wasn’t ejaculating at all, just dry orgasms. And then, when he started producing that clear semen, I figured his body wasn’t making any sperm, at least not yet. After all, he is still smooth, without even a hint of pubic hair. I had expected Kyle’s semen to have no sperm for the first few months. I’d been planning on starting birth control when school begins in the fall.

I looked to the ceiling, as though I would find an answer there.

I muttered, “Shit.”

In my heart, I knew I would have found another excuse come the start of school to hold off the birth control. Somewhere inside, I knew why, too. Simon had been my love, and part of me had died the night I learned he died. Some portion of me was resurrected when Kyle was born. He was the continuation of my love for Simon.

And then, when Kyle turned ten, and our love blossomed into something so much more than just mother and son, my boy filled the same place in my heart that his father had filled. It wasn’t that Kyle was a stand-in for Simon. Not at all. In the same way Simon had been the love of my life when he was alive, Kyle is the love of my life now. And as fucked up as it may seem, I think deep inside, I delayed birth control, hoping in my subconsciousness that Kyle would impregnate me.

As I fretted over my predicament, I came to understand that my subconsciousness had long been at work on this. For the last year or so, my coworkers thought I’d been dating a guy from Houston. It was a convenient lie I came up with when several of my friends at work kept trying to set me up on a date. Still, when I couldn’t hide my pregnancy, the lie was already in place. I could tell them this made-up guy had dumped me upon finding out I was pregnant. Anything other than the truth.

But I couldn’t lie to Kyle. It had nothing to do with the fact he knew he was my one and only lover, but everything to do with how much I love him and that didn’t have it in me to deceive him.

I threw the stick in the trash. I’d need to schedule an appointment with my gynecologist pretty soon. My periods had never been what you’d call regular and predictable. I hadn’t thought anything of it when I missed my period six weeks ago. But missing the second one and the mood swings I’ve had lately, I needed to know how far along I was.

I needed to tell Kyle, and soon. But first, I needed him, and badly. I stripped down and opened the bathroom door. A few steps later, I stood at our bedroom and looked at him. He must have been wanting me just as much as I needed him. He was already naked, his five-inch erection laying almost flat against his smooth belly.

I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him, not stopping until I straddled him, his penis lying flat against my labia. When I moaned how much I needed him, I don’t think I’ve ever meant it more.

I grabbed his penis, feeling the slickness of his precum, and rubbed his head up and down my labia until his erection was slick with both our juices. I slipped him inside me as I groaned at the anticipation of our orgasms.

My hips and my knees moved with a frenzied abandon I’d never felt before. Kyle’s eyes, filled with lust, molded himself to my movements. He reached out and fondled my breasts, and already there was a change in how sensitive they felt.

God, his penis felt so good in me. If he was like his father, he might grow another inch, become a good deal thicker around, but even at five inches, he felt terrific, sliding in and out of my pussy. One thing about our lovemaking; it was frequent, and my hips and knees had built up some well-used muscles now.

Sweat was pouring off my body by the time I felt Kyle tense up under me. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip as he gripped my hips, bucking and slamming up against me as I felt his penis kick inside me. There was even a bit of pressure deeper in me. Was that his semen? Even though I always felt Kyle’s orgasm, this was the first time I felt physical pressure from his semen.

When he stopped bucking, I continued my own up and down motion. I wasn’t there yet, and God, I needed to cum, too. Up and down, again and again. I lost track of how long I’d been riding my son. Even my knees and thighs were shaking. Even though Kyle’s position was easier, he was soaked in our sweat when I finally felt that rush of pressure deep inside me as my orgasm washed over me, my body shuddering from the intensity.

I didn’t want this moment to end. I was wet. So wet that more than just Kyle’s penis was slick. Our bodies slid against each other, soaked with my juices. I shut out the pain in my knees. The walls of my pussy practically vibrated as that rushing feeling kept pouring over me.

And then, Kyle yelled, “Ah, fuck!” He knew I hated him cussing. Still, to hear him swear gave me one last burst of energy. I rose up, feeling his head briefly slide out from me, and then I crashed down, taking all of him back in me.

Then he shuddered as I felt his penis spasm again. He groaned, “Ahhh…”

When I finally rolled off, his eyes were glassy, still in the throes of his back-to-back orgasms. I snuggled against him as we both came down from our sexual highs. Despite all the fear and emotion of what was to come, at that moment, holding Kyle, I felt satisfied.

After a bit, Kyle said, “Wow. Did you know you rode me for like, twenty minutes! I haven’t ever cum that much…like, ever!”

I reached down between my legs and felt his semen on my pussy lips. “I felt it this time. Actually felt your cum fill me up.”

I loved the curiosity on his face, “What’d it feel like?”

I took his hands in mine and drew them against me, “More intense than ever.”

He smiled, letting me hold him. He said, “Why do you think that’s so?”

I steadied my nerves, “Kyle, there’s something I need to share with you…”

The End

Dear reader, this is where my tale ends, and yours begins. Let your imagination run wild, thinking about the future adventures of Kyle and his mom.
There are no right answers, no wrong answers—just each of our flights of fancy.
Drop a line below if you enjoyed this little tale. Better yet, let your imagination go and let us know your imagination takes Kyle and his mom next.

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