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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Five

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 5

“AUNT MEGAN!”

Megan was jolted awake just in time to see two fleshy torpedoes fly through the air to impact on either side of her, bouncing her up a foot off the bed. Jack grinned up at her cheekily from her right side, while Shane gave her a shyer, but no less pleased smile from her left.

“We called your name like three times but you didn’t hear us,” the dark-haired boy explained.

“So we had to dive bomb you,” Jack added, clear from his tone that the boys had sadly had no choice in the matter.

“No sleeping in around these parts,” Nicole said, leaning casually in the doorway, her arms crossed underneath her large breasts, smiling.

“We’re going to go get pancakes!” Jack said excitedly.

“We already took showers,” Shane said, and as he mentioned it, Megan was able to smell the scent of clean boys. “You gotta hurry so you can come with.”

“Yeah, hurry up, Sleeping Beauty,” Nicole laughed. Then, “You guys leave your Aunt Megan alone and go get dressed.”

“I don’t have to,” Jack said.

“Well, Shane does,” Nicole answered. “You can stay your cute little naked self. Now go!”

The boys were off like a shot, with Nicole laughing and trying to keep from being stampeded. She turned to watch them and then turned back to Megan with a smile. “Like a herd of buffalo,” she grinned. “I thought we could all go to breakfast. Shane has a doctor’s appointment and I promised him game and clothes shopping afterwards. You won’t mind watching Jack, I hope?”

“Of course not,” Megan said, tiny tingles shivering through her as she studied her sister’s words for hidden meaning. Stupid, she knew. If Nicole knew about what had happened with Jack they’d likely be going to the police rather than for pancakes. She certainly wouldn’t be leaving her alone with the boy.

“Then up!” Nicole laughed. “I swear, I’m going to give up law for cat wrangling. Get ready while I try to herd my hellions.”

Megan showered quickly, thankful to wash the stink of preteen sex off her body before her sister noticed. Jack said he had no need to dress, and neither, apparently, did Megan. They were eating at the clubhouse on the property, which she was told served a nice breakfast. So she and Jack ate nude except for sneakers, while Shane and Nicole, who would be leaving directly afterward, were dressed for the outside world. Megan marveled again at how nudity had become her new normal so quickly.

As Megan chewed thoughtfully on a slice of crispy bacon, she kept finding her eyes roaming. Not only to Jack, but to the three other boys in the clubhouse who were cute enough, and in the right age range, to attract her attention. One of the boys was the beautiful blond she’d seen that first day at the pool. He had long, wavy hair, down past his shoulders. He was tanned of course, with sparkling blue eyes, a ready white smile, and a hairless four-inch cock that was once again fully at attention as he stood at the breakfast buffet filling a plate with what looked to be his younger brother, a curly-haired moppet of about seven.

“…maybe four,” Megan heard, and she turned guiltily to her sister, who was looking at her expectantly.

“Hmm?” she inquired.

Nicole turned to look over her shoulder and then turned back with a smile to Megan, who blushed and looked down at her eggs. “I said I hope you and Jack can find something to occupy yourselves, as we probably won’t get home till about three or four.”

The thought of occupying herself with Jack just made Megan blush even more and she muttered, “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” as she stuffed more bacon into her mouth.

After breakfast they all said their goodbyes and Shane and Nicole got into her car while Megan and Jack headed back home. They weren’t even halfway back before Megan noticed that Jack was sporting an erection.

“Is that for me?” she teased.

“Is what?” Jack asked.

She gave him a pointed look and he got a sly grin. “Do you want it?”

She stopped and leaned down, putting her mouth right next to his ear and she whispered, “I want to suck that sweet cock into my mouth, and drink your cum, and then feel it in my wet pussy.”

As she leaned back from him, he was looking at her with a slightly awed look and said breathlessly, “Dang, Aunt Megan, you’re gonna make me bust right here.”

She grinned. “You realize you’re jacking off in the middle of the parking lot, don’t you?”

Jack blushed and dropped his hand, looking around guiltily. “You’re not supposed to do it outside,” he said, watching a couple of twenty-something girls who were giving him amused looks.

They began to hurry as they got closer to the door, each giggling and then laughing outright as they broke into a run, racing each other the last few feet. Jack won by dint of his youth and lack of embarrassment over having certain body parts jiggling wildly.

“You cheated,” she accused as she opened the door and ushered him past her.

“How?” he scoffed.

As she shut the door she said, “You distracted me with your boner.”

Jack giggled and turned to her, reaching up to wrap his skinny arms around her neck as he got up on his tiptoes and tilted his head back for a kiss. Megan eagerly returned the hug and pressed her lips to his, accepting his darting tongue as she reached down and wrapped a hand around his jutting erection.

They kissed for nearly a minute as Megan ran her hand up and down on Jack’s silky little boner, then they broke apart, each breathing heavily. Jack bit his lower lip and looked up at her with shining eyes. “Will you suck it?”

“I can’t wait that long,” she said hoarsely. She walked a few feet to a square gray ottoman in the living room, and dropped to her knees and lay her body against it, gripping it on either side. Then she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass invitingly. “Give it to me, Jacky.”

The eleven-year-old’s eyes widened and he grinned in anticipation as he rushed to her, dropping to his knees and immediately fitting his cock into her from behind. “You’re so wet,” Jack breathed.

Megan sighed in relief as she felt the slim cock slide into her, filling that aching emptiness that she’d been feeling all morning. Her pussy had become a home to Jack’s pubescent dick, and yearned for it when it was away.

Megan didn’t have to urge Jack now. The boy knew what she wanted, and he gripped her hips and began to gently fuck her, giving her all four inches of his incredible young cock. After a few languid strokes, just when Megan was getting into the groove of his rhythm, Jack slammed his hips into her, making her gasp.

“Does that feel good?” Jack asked, returning to the slow and steady strokes.

“So good,” Megan agreed, then gave a little squeal of pleasure as the boy slammed himself into her again.

“I like fucking you,” Jack told her.

“Mmmm, and I like being fucked by you,” Megan told him.

“Am I good at it?” he asked.

“The best I ever had,” she said honestly, the gasped as he once again surprised her with a powerful thrust.

“You like my dick, huh?” Megan could hear the pride in his voice.

“Jacky, baby,” she said, “I love your dick. It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever had in me.”

“In your pussy,” Jack said, slamming her again.

“Mmmm, fucking my pussy,” she agreed. She grunted as he gave her another sharp slam of his hips. “Just like that baby,” she urged. “Fuck me hard!”

The boy needed no further urging, and he began to fuck her like a pile driver, using his hips to pull himself forward, delivering body-shaking strokes that left her shaking and breathless, glad she was on her stomach, as she wasn’t sure she could have supported herself otherwise.

Megan’s pussy was throbbing. It was beginning to contract, tightening down around Jack’s driving cock, her orgasm just spilling over, when the doorbell rang.

Megan gasped, and Jack stilled, but it was too late for Megan, who began to shake as she climaxed, her pussy milking Jack’s buried preteen cock. She was about to tell him to be quiet, and that they’d go away, when he pulled out of her, his dick leaving that aching void once again. She turned and stared at his cock, glistening with her juices.

“Uh… maybe you shouldn’t be layin’ like that,” Jack said, chewing the inside of his cheek and staring between her legs. He met her eyes. “You know… with your pussy all hanging out and stuff.”

“I… you’re right,” she said, then chuckled as she tried to rise to her feet, realizing how weak her knees were after that intense fucking. “Just… get rid of whoever it is and come to my room, okay?”

“Okay,” Jack smiled. He went to the door, but then stopped with his hand on the handle. He quickly scooted to the entryway table which was covered with a cloth runner. On his tiptoes, he used the end of it to wipe at his dick. Then he turned and grinned as she headed up the stairs.

Megan reached the top of the stairs as she heard the door open. There was a faint voice and then Jack said, “Hey, Richie!”

Richie, she thought. RichieWhere do I know… ohhh, Richie.

As she entered her room, she could hear the boys’ voices, but not what they were saying. Apparently Jack hadn’t gotten rid of Richie as she’d asked. Intrigued, Megan returned to the top of the stairs, unseen, but able to hear everything.

“…your mom I’d bring it over,” Richie was saying. “So… anyway, here it is.”

“Cool,” Jack said. “She’s not home though.”

“That’s okay. Should I put it in the kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Jack answered, and Megan heard them moving away. “You want a Coke?”

“You got Mountain Dew?”

“’Course.”

The boys’ voices faded a bit then as they drifted toward the kitchen. Megan wasn’t sure why she was hesitating to either go to her room or go say hi to the new boy and maybe try to hurry his departure so she could get Jack’s amazing little dick back inside her. Some sixth sense told her to just hold her position and wait.

“… boner,” Megan heard Richie saying as their voices grew closer a couple of minutes later.

Jack giggled. “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“I just never knew anybody who gets boners as much as you,” Richie said.

“I’m oversexed.”

“Does that mean you get it too much or think about it too much?”

“Both?” Jack said. Then, “See?”

“Gonna get a boner too if you keep doing that,” Richie said, and there was something in the tone of his voice that reminded Megan she’d just been fucking minutes earlier.

“What if I do this?” Jack asked.

“Definitely gonna get a boner,” Richie breathed.

Megan couldn’t help it. She crept silently down the stairs, then crouched about halfway down so that she could get a view down into the living room. She saw Richie standing there, his back to her, but not squarely. Jack knelt in front of the other boy, and there was no doubt what he was doing. She couldn’t see Richie’s monster cock, but Jack had just enough of an angle that he was able to spot her. His right hand snaked into view down around the other boy’s right knee and he gave her a jaunty wave. Megan almost snorted with laughter. The cheek.

“You like the way I suck your dick?” Jack asked.

“I guess,” Richie said.

“You guess?”

“I mean… yeah, you suck good. Just don’t be… gay about it.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, ’cause suckin’ your dick isn’t gay at all.”

“Geez, you know what I mean.”

“Just for that, you can suck mine now,” Jack said, standing up and then sitting down on the ottoman Megan had so recently been bent over. She could see the way her nephew’s little cock was standing up between his legs. As Richie knelt down in front of him, Jack said, “Just try not to be gay about it.”

“Shut up,” Richie laughed, and then Megan saw him lean forward and take Jack’s cock into his mouth.

Then he immediately sat back and asked, “Who have you been screwing?”

“Huh?” Jack asked.

“Your dick tastes like pussy,” Richie said. “Did you fuck your mom?”

“Shut up!” Jack said, shooting Megan a look.

“She’s hot,” Richie said, then went back to sucking Jack’s dick.

Reminiscent of the shower the night before, Jack grinned at her as the other boy blew him. This went on for about three minutes, with Jack making faces at her and obscene gestures over Richie’s bobbing auburn-haired head. Megan retaliated by moving down the stairs enough for her nephew to watch as she lewdly fingered her pussy.

Jack gestured for her to move back, and once she had, she heard him say, “I wanna do yours now.”

Megan waited. She had the idea that Jack would give her a signal to tell her when it was safe to look. She realized the boy liked shocking her. He was also a showoff.

After a few seconds she heard Jack say, “Sit that way.”

“Why?”

“It’s easier ’cause there’s a corner.”

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jack said, and Megan guessed that was her signal.

She cautiously peeked downstairs and saw that Richie was now on the ottoman, but he was at more of an angle, so that she could see him, but he likely wouldn’t see her. And see him she did. Jack was kneeling before the other boy, both his hands wrapped around the massive cock that was jutting up from a tiny bush of copper-colored hairs. Jack had three or four inches of the monster in his mouth, and he was carefully bobbing his head up and down on it, his lips stretched tight.

As with Shane’s slightly larger than average penis, at least for his size and age, Richie’s porn star cock really wasn’t an attraction for her, but there was certainly something alluring about such a giant penis on such a young boy. There was also the completely wicked experience of watching her little eleven-year-old lover swallowing the beast, and apparently very much enjoying it.

Megan slid down the stairway enough so that she could sit and still see the scene below. She spread her legs for Jack, putting her hand between them, petting herself while her nephew moaned around Richie’s cock. The eleven-year-old took it out of his mouth, tongue sensually tracing lines up and down the shaft, then lifted those big balls in his palm and sucked lightly at the hairless scrotum. Tilting the cock to the side, he pressed his pink lips against it, then began to slide his mouth back and forth, up and down, paying special attention to the older boy’s frenulum, which had the older boy arching his back each time Jack attacked it.

Suddenly, Jack leaned back on his heels and said, in a strained voice, “Lean back.”

Richie moved his butt to the very edge of the ottoman and reclined to his back. “Are you gonna do it?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” Jack said, rising to his feet, his dick of course sticking straight up.

Then Megan watched amazed as Jack lifted his foot up to the ottoman and spit in his hand. He reached the hand behind him, and the woman knew he was using the saliva to ease his finger, or maybe fingers, into his rectum. Megan hoped it was plural if Jack hoped to take Richie’s horse-cock in his ass. She’d heard her sister joke about this, but she hadn’t really believed it was true. She felt a thrill of excitement from what she was about to witness. Boy on boy sex. A fantasy come true. Of course she’d always imagined two boys hung like Jack was, or maybe even younger… and a vision of Jack with a boy of nine or ten flitted through her mind. She shivered.

Jack got up onto the ottoman, balancing himself briefly against Richie’s chest as he got into position, squatting over the auburn-haired boy. “You do it,” Jack said as he spread his hands on Richie’s chest. The thirteen-year-old reached down and gripped his massive cock, lifting it upright and maneuvering it into position as Jack wiggled his ass around, also seeking his target.

“Right there,” Richie said, and Jack’s slowly swirling hips stilled.

“Hold it,” Jack said, voice strained a bit.

Megan watched as Jack’s face twisted in concentration. She could see the strain in the corner of his eyes, in the set of his jaw. Then his eyes flew wide and he let out an explosive sigh.

“The head’s in,” Richie said.

Jack laughed and then winced. He took a shuddering breath and said, “Yeah, I kinda figured that out.”

“Sorry,” Richie said.

“You can let go,” Jack said, and Richie moved his hands to Jack’s knees.

Still balancing himself on Richie’s chest, Jack’s thighs trembled as he began to slowly lower himself. Megan guessed the boy took maybe three inches before he rose up a bit. “It feels bigger,” Jack said, voice strained.

“Man, I hope not,” Richie said wryly.

Jack giggled. “What a weird problem to have.”

“You try fitting into skinny jeans with this thing. It’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry.”

Richie shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m used to it I guess. Are… you gonna be able to do it? Cuz I… you know… really need to cum.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack nodded, tongue in the corner of his mouth as he squeezed one eye shut and lowered himself again. Lower and lower, his knees beginning to wiggle and then he gasped and rose back up. “I need more spit,” he said.

Richie dribbled a puddle of saliva into his palm, then reached underneath Jack to spread it up and down the length of his cock. Jack, sitting at the top with just the fat head inside him, waited.

“Okay,” Richie said.

“’K,” Jack said, and he glanced up at Megan and gave her a fast grin, which twisted a bit as he lowered himself again. “Fuck,” he muttered as he went down and down. “Mmmm, fuck, fuck. So fuckin’… fuck! Big!” Then he let out one more explosive sigh as he reached the bottom, and crouched there panting a bit.

Richie rose up a bit, giving a thrust and Jack stiffened with a yelp. “Wait a sec!”

“Sorry, sorry,” the boy muttered. “I didn’t mean to. Sorry.”

“Just… let me get used to it,” Jack said, and then he very carefully began to circle his hips around. He lifted a couple of inches and then lowered himself again.

“Hey, uh, who was that lady with your mom yesterday?”

Jack shot Megan a look and grinned. Then he bit his lower lip and tried another thrust, lifting himself about halfway up Richie’s massive teen cock before lowering himself. “That was my Aunt…” another thrust, “… Megan.” He grinned at her again.

“She was hot,” Richie said. “Man, that feels really good.”

“Yeah,” Jack grunted. Another thrust. “She’s really hot.”

“I saw her checking out my dick,” Richie said, voiced a bit strained as Jack began to work himself up and down in a slow but steady rhythm.

“Everybody checks out your dick,” Jack joked, once again grinning her way.

Richie reached between Jack’s legs and pinched his little pink acorn, which was drooping a bit. He began to jack it lightly. “She was wearing sunglasses, but I could tell,” Richie said. “Can you go faster?” he gasped. “I’m getting’ close.”

“Uhhhn, sit up,” Jack gasped. “Wait! Slow,” he said as Richie started to sit.

Once Richie was sitting up, Jack lowered himself so that his calves and knees were resting on either side of the older boy. He put his hands on Richie’s shoulders and then began to work himself up and down again, faster this time.

Megan watched all this with a growing sense of excitement. She’d cum twice already, shaking on the stairwell as she fingered herself, her juices running down to leave a tiny, but growing puddle on the wooden riser. She’d had every intention once she realized what Jack was up to to sit quietly on the stairs and enjoy the spectacle. That had been her intention. However, the longer she watched, hearing the little boys below her gasp and moan as they fucked one another, the more she felt a growing compulsion to participate. That was crazy, she knew. Sure, she was fucking her eleven-year-old nephew, and she was surely going to burn for it, but Richie was a stranger. To involve herself with him would be the height of folly. She couldn’t imagine anything more stupid. That’s what she kept telling herself as she made her way down the stairs.

Jack was lost in the carnal rhythm of raising and lowering himself on the huge cock in his ass, so it took him a few moments to notice that Megan was making her way downstairs. His eyes grew wide as he saw her, but he didn’t stop fucking, just gave Richie an odd look and then looked back to his aunt, obviously curious as to what was about to happen.

“You boys woke me from a perfectly nice nap,” Megan said, and Richie gasped and twisted to stare at her, obviously unsure of what to do.

“Sorry, Aunt Megan,” Jack said, playing along. He continued to bounce up and down on Richie’s cock.

Megan stopped by the boys, looking down at them, the smell of them hot and vulgar in her nose. She played dumb and said, “Hmm… Richie, right?”

“Uhhm… yes, ma’am?” he said, and then shot an annoyed look at Jack who just continued to happily bounce up and down on his cock.

“Ohhhh, I remember now,” she said. “You’re the boy with the… hmm.” And she grinned. “And you’re taking all of that, Jacky?”

“Yeah, it’s huge!” Jack grinned, grunting as he worked himself even quicker up and down.

Richie gave a gurgling cry and he clutched Jack around his hips, trying to slow him. “Jack!” he gasped.

“Oh! Are you gonna squirt?” Jack asked.

“I…” and the boy looked up at Megan, stricken.

“Poor baby,” Megan said, placing a gentle hand on the boy’s downy cheek. “Is my Jacky going to make that big cock of yours explode?”

Jack was panting. He’d fought through Richie’s weak grip and he was riding the boy’s giant prick hard and fast. Richie’s face twisted and he nodded in answer to Megan’s question.

“You’re going to make him cum, Jacky.”

Jack turned to look at her and stilled for a moment. “You wanna see?” he asked, excited. Then he carefully lifted himself, giving Megan her first real look at the boy’s massive member. It was red and swollen, probably six-and-half inches in circumference, with an even wider head. It jutted obscenely up from his crotch about eight inches and change and at the base was just a little, sweaty tuft of auburn curls. Down below, lying between his thighs, were two hen-sized eggs in a fleshy, hairless sac. Jack quickly knelt down where he’d been before and took that impressive teen cock in both hands, stroking it up and down. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against the boy’s frenulum, just like Megan had done with Shane.

Megan stared at that thick cockhead, purple and swollen, leaking a steady stream of precum. It was a huge, aggressive looking cock. The kind of thing that would normally turn her off completely. Yet, somehow, being attached to the handsome auburn-haired beauty, looking so embarrassed to be close to climaxing in front of a strange woman, it became somehow alluring. She found herself kneeling.

Megan watched Jack’s sliding fists for a few moments. He was looking at her, grinning, and she looked up into Richie’s sweet face. “Did you like fucking my nephew?” she asked him.

The boy bit his lip and then nodded.

Megan looked into the boy’s lap, and then her hand was reaching out. Jack, seeing her, released the boy’s cock, and Megan took it in her hand. She was amazed to discover that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around it. She found Richie staring at her nervously and she smiled.

“How on earth did you get this thing in your sweet little ass, Jacky?” she asked, slowly sliding her fist up and down the boy’s length. She’d never touched a cock as big as this one, and the fact that it was attached to a thirteen-year-old boy was mind-boggling.

“I just keep sitting until it’s all the way in,” Jack said with a shrug.

“That’s it, hmm? Just keep sitting?” He nodded. “Well, that sounds easy enough,” she said, and then she rose, and pushed on Richie’s chest.

The boy fell back, surprised, and though her mind was screaming at her to stop, she quickly got up on the ottoman, fisted the boy’s giant cock, and pressed the fat crown against her entrance. She looked down at him, and he looked up at her with wide blue eyes. “Do you think I should just sit on it until it’s all the way in?”

“… yeah,” the boy croaked.

“You’re gonna fuck him, Aunt Megan?” Jack asked, kneeling beside them, absently stroking his little cock.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“Yeah!” Jack grinned. “You’ll like it. It’s ginormous.”

“It certainly is,” she agreed, and then she grunted as she sank down on it. The fat purple head forced its way into her vagina, spreading her like she’d never been spread. That’s when Richie grunted and she felt the hot spray of semen pumping into her and then immediately dripping out of her to run down the boy’s thick shaft. She reached down, collecting some of it. It wasn’t as thick and white as it no doubt soon would be, but it was a bit thicker and a bit cloudier than Shane’s and certainly Jack’s.

“I’m sorry,” Richie muttered, looking mortified.

Megan lifted up and sat back, reaching out to grip the thick tool, squeezing the head and watching it ooze more boyish jizz. “That’s okay,” she smiled. “It means you like me.”

The boy grinned. Then Jack swooped in and took the plum-sized crown into his mouth. Richie gasped and then Jack released him and licked his way down the shaft, collecting all the dripping cum. He leaned back with a smile, licking his lips and found both Megan and Richie looking at him.

The boy shrugged. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

Taking Richie’s cock back in her hand, she was pleased to find it just as hard as it had been. “I think there’s plenty more,” she said, and then once again she raised herself above him and sank herself around the boy’s swollen knob.

“Are you good?” she asked him. “You still want this?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes shining with eagerness.

That was all she needed. She put a hand between her legs, spreading her lips apart as if that would somehow make it easier to fit the thirteen-year-old’s horse-cock into her cunt. She twirled her hips, corkscrewing her way back and forth down the thick shaft, gasping as it filled her. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, the boy’s cock just kept going. She felt her thighs trembling as she sank down on it and then froze as it hit her cervix. She knew what it was. She’d hit it a few times in the past with a vibrator, back when she used a larger one, but she’d never had a cock reach that deep. Slowly, feeling the building pressure, she lowered herself further, taking another inch of Richie’s towering cock, but then she nervously stopped.

Megan felt like a Thanksgiving turkey, stuffed and cooked. Richie’s cock fully erect must have been three inches thick, and the girth was nearly painful, but it also filled her in a way she’d never experienced. She could honestly say that she still preferred Jack’s slim little dick, but she also couldn’t deny there was something a bit thrilling about being filled nearly to the point of pain. Especially by a cute young boy.

Placing her hands on Richie’s thin chest, just as Jack had before her, she raised herself, feeling that massive cock moving against all the sensitive tissue inside her. When just the bulbous head remained, she lowered herself, once again pausing as he bumped into her cervix. Determined, she pushed down, feeling mounting pressure, and then Richie’s cock shifted inside her and her eyes went wide. She had no idea where the little boy’s giant cock had gone, but it was into a place she’d never felt before, and she felt her whole body tense and thrum. Megan groaned and circled her hips, feeling that fat helmet sliding around in that space, making her heart race as warmth flowed through her. Glancing down, she realized that the lips of her pussy were smashed flat around Richie’s mostly hairless groin, stretched tight around his thick cock.

“Fuck, that’s a big cock,” Megan breathed. She looked at the boys, who were both looking at her with shining eyes. Jack was gently stroking his little boner. “Let him suck you, Jacky,” she said huskily. “I want to watch him suck your sweet little cock.”

Jack grinned and knelt down beside Richie’s head. Kneeling, Jack’s small throbbing cock was just a bit lower than Richie’s head, but then Jack got the idea to put his right knee up on the ottoman and he fed his slim dick into Richie’s mouth. Megan felt her pussy contract as Richie’s cock swelled in her and his eyes closed. For all Richie’s talk about being gay, there was no doubt in Megan’s mind just how much the auburn-haired cutie liked a boy dick in his mouth.

Megan watched as Richie’s cheeks sank in, sucking at Jack’s preteen cock. She raised herself, feeling the thirteen-year-old’s thick snake sliding against every bit of her, and when only that meaty cockhead remained inside, still spreading her hugely, she sank back down, all the way down, feeling it find it’s home back in that mysterious place she’d never been. As she grew used to the boy’s size, she began to move faster, feeling her thighs tremble as her pussy sent out pulses of pleasure that zinged through her body like cosmic rays, filling her with heat and light.

With her eyes locked on Jack’s cock as he slowly worked his hips, sliding it in and out between Richie’s full lips, she felt the thirteen-year-old’s hands on her hips. Then he surprised her as she was nearing the top of her journey up his thick cock when he thrust his hips upward and drove it back into her. He didn’t do it fast enough to hurt, but it surprised her and she halted her motion for a moment. Then Richie lowered his hips and drove upward again. Megan lowered herself a little bit, about halfway down his cock if he were still lying on his back, and she hovered there, feeling the little boy fuck her.

“Jacky, kiss me,” she said.

Jack turned to her with a smile, pulled his dick out of Richie’s mouth and then turned and pressed his mouth to hers. She felt his little tongue snake into her mouth and his hand reach up to squeeze her tit. Reaching down, she captured his little dick in her hand, feeling the heat and the stiffness.

Richie began to fuck her in earnest then, his skinny hips moving faster while he gripped her hips tightly. Megan hissed as he slammed the fat head of his prick against her cervix, but she didn’t care.

Megan didn’t even realize that Jack wasn’t standing beside her anymore. Lost in the feeling of Richie driving his massive cock into her, she hadn’t even noticed when he stopped kissing her and moved, and only became aware of him when she felt his small hands on her shoulders.

“Jacky?” she asked.

“Bend over,” he said in her ear.

Megan didn’t even question the boy. She immediately bent over. Her face was on a level with Richie, but he was short enough that her chin was about level with his forehead. She contorted herself enough to press her lips against his, kissing this strange boy while he fucked her.

Megan gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. “Jacky?” she asked.

“Just a sec,” he said, obviously distracted. Was he…?

Megan gasped again when she felt what had to be the spongy little acorn-shaped head of Jack’s penis slide into her ass. At first she’d thought it was his finger, but there was no mistaking the heat of the eleven-year-old’s little cock.

Megan had never tried anal sex. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. She’d tried. Once. The guy wasn’t even one of the larger guys she’d been with. He was maybe a bit over five inches. Actually, about the size of Shane’s cock, if a tad thicker. He’d suggested it, she agreed to try it. He’d gotten the head inside her and she knew she wasn’t willing to go any further. However, as little Jacky situated himself behind her and slip the tip of his cock in her, she didn’t say a word, just holding herself still and trying to relax.

Richie’s big cock continued to slide in and out of her hugely stuffed pussy, but Megan’s mouth dropped open as she felt Jack’s slim eleven-year-old dick slide into her ass. There was barely any resistance at all. One moment that little bullet head was spearing her sphincter, and the next all four inches was inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Jacky.”

“Do you like it, Aunt Megan?” Jack asked, beginning to work his hips, sliding that slippery little cock in and out of her incredibly tight rectum.

Megan could feel both cocks moving inside her at the same time and she felt like her brain was melting. Two little boys were fucking her. She’d never even imagined something like this. One in her pussy and one in her mouth, sure. That fantasy had given her a few satisfying cums, but one in each hole? As she felt those cocks moving inside her though, filling her up so completely, she about lost her mind.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” she gasped. “Uhhh, fuck me, boys. Unngggh, fuck me!”

The boys began to drive themselves into her and Megan heard herself whining, her voice rising in a panting, needy whine. “Faster! Unngghh, little boys fucking me. Fucking my pussy and my ass.” Megan couldn’t believe she was talking like this. It wasn’t her at all, but after years of desperate dreams and hopeless fantasies, she was getting fucked by an eleven-year-old and a thirteen-year-old boy. At the same time! Their cocks moving in her, Richie’s giant and Jacky’s feeling bigger than it was because it was in her ass, were creating a sort of friction in her that felt like it would shake her apart.

Megan was bent down over Richie, crying in the boy’s ear as he rapidly humped his huge cock in and out of her pussy, while behind her, little Jack was on his knees, his hands on her hips right next to Richie’s and he was pistoning his little boy dick into her asshole so fast she felt he must be blurring. Megan could hardly take a breath as their pubescent cocks stole it from her with each thrust. The sound alone was the hottest thing she’d ever heard; panting, grunting little boys and the squelching of her pussy and the wet, rapid slapping of skin on skin.

“Cumming!” she cried as her pussy convulsed around Richie’s horse-cock and her asshole clamped down around Jack’s driving preteen cock, but neither boy slowed. If anything, they drove into her faster and harder.

“You like it, Aunt Megan?” Jack panted, the cockier of the two. “You like our dicks inside of you? Fucking your pussy? Fucking your asshole?”

“Ohhhh, fuck me, baby,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that hot little cock, Jacky!”

“Gonna cum in your ass,” Jack panted, driving himself into her furiously. “You want it?”

“I want your cum!” she cried, convulsing again as her nephew’s dirty words inflamed her. “Shoot your little boy cum into me!”

“Uhhhh, shit,” Richie grunted, and Megan felt that huge cock swell and jerk inside her, painting her insides with hot boyjuice.

“Gonna do it!” Jack panted, the sound of his skinny hips a rapid tattoo against her ass, the feeling of his little cock a rapid-fire series of explosions in her rectum. “Gonna squirt!”

“Cum in me! Cum in me, Jacky! Cum in my ass!”

With one last thrust, Jack slammed into her and held her tight, pressing himself against her as his little cock jerked again and again inside her throbbing ass. His little puppy grunts as he shot his tiny droplets of preteen spunk made Megan go off again, and she whined and shook as she knelt there, impaled by pubescent boycock.

Finally, sometime later, Jack moved backward and his little cock popped out of her ass. Sighing, Megan sat up and then slid backward, watching as between her legs inch after inch of soft, but still long, boycock slid out of her. She felt the familiar ache of absence when a cock left her pussy, but on a scale she’d never experienced. The fat head of Richie’s cock finally came free and his slapped wetly against his mostly bald crotch.

“Shit, I better get back home,” Richie said, and stood with a groan. Megan watched that giant cock swing between his legs. “Thanks for the… you know,” Richie said.

“Pussy?” Megan asked with a tired smile.

Richie grinned and reached down to squeeze his cock. “Yeah, thanks for the pussy.”

“Do I need to say that you can’t tell anyone about this?” Megan asked, the implications of what she’d done just now gaining headway over her blind lust.

“Don’t worry,” Richie answered. “I never tell.”

Megan gave the boy a suspicious look. “Does that mean you’ve fucked adult women before?” she asked.

Richie just grinned and shrugged.

“Shit. How many?” she asked, amazed that she wasn’t the only one to fall under the spell of that giant, swinging dick.

Richie screwed up his face and looked at the ceiling. Finally he shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Like… twenty something? Thirty?”

Megan sputtered. Then she stared. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Richie shrugged again.

“You seemed awfully surprised when I sat down on that thing,” Megan said.

“You know… cause I don’t know you,” he said. “I mean… usually I know the ladies. I see ’em around and stuff. Like friends of my mom or my doc… I mean, just ladies around here, ya know? More ladies than girls really. Lots of girls here like to play with it and suck it, but they’re afraid to let me fuck ’em. Anyway, I gotta get home. Thanks again.” And with that, he left.

Megan watched that trim little ass as the door shut. She wasn’t sure she had enough strength in her legs to stand, so she just leaned back on her elbows. Jack knelt down between her legs and looked up at her with bright, gimlet eyes.

“That was fun, huh?” he asked with a grin, running his hands up and down her thighs.

“That was stupid,” Megan said. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Jack shrugged. “Richie won’t tell,” he said. Then he leaned down and put his face between her legs and she felt his tongue slide over her pussylips.

Megan shuddered. “Jacky,” she moaned, “I don’t know if I can take anymore right now.”

Jack slid his tongue into her cunt and despite herself, Megan shuddered and she felt tingles race through her. “Because Richie has such a big one?” Jack asked, lifting a wet face.

Megan was about to answer when Jack slid two fingers into her. She tensed and gasped.

“Does it hurt?” Jack asked, his fingers stopping. “Sometimes my butt hurts when Richie fucks me.”

“Sometimes?” she laughed, and then gasped as that made her pussy clench around the boy’s fingers.

“Sometimes it feels so good I forget,” Jack said, and then he bent his face again, replacing his fingers with her tongue.

“Jacky,” she moaned.

“I like the taste of your pussy,” Jack said, his fingers taking back over for his tongue. He was sliding them in and out in slow, languid strokes. “I like the taste of Richie’s cum, too, so I get both at once.”

Megan had a thought and asked. “How many pussies have you tasted, Jacky?”

Jacky looked up at her and gave her a sly grin, made all the more wanton with her juices all over his mouth and cheeks. “A few.”

“And how many have you fucked?” she asked.

Jack straightened and she looked down to see his rampant little erection. “A few,” the eleven-year-old answered as he thumbed down his boner and slid it into her.

Megan gave a mewling cry of pleasure and reached out to clutch at the boy’s firm little ass, pulling him deeper, feeling all four inches of boycock slide into her. “Jacky,” she sighed. “That perfect little cock.”

“It feels okay after Richie’s?” Jack asked as he began to fuck her slowly.

“Better than okay,” she groaned, wrapping her legs around the little boy, using her heels to urge him on faster.

“Megan?” Jack asked.

She realized she’d closed her eyes, her body already humming around Jack’s fucking cock. “Hmm?” she asked, meeting his blue eyes.

Jack had a look on his face. Part cunning, part knowing, all cocky and sexy. “I’m fucking you.”

“You certainly are, baby,” she smiled.

“I’m eleven,” he said, and Megan felt something twinge inside her. Jack must have caught some of that, because he gave her a seductive look. A seductive look for an eleven-year-old, which she’d never thought to see. Megan realized that Jacky could see right into her and knew exactly what to say. “I’m just a little kid,” he said softly, still slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. “I’m even younger than the boys you teach, and I’m fucking you.”

Megan couldn’t speak. The boy’s insight was almost frightening, but also the most exciting, erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

“I bet you’ve wanted to fuck a little kid for a long time, huh?” he asked, and then he slammed his little cock into her with a meaty smack. She gasped. “Have you sat in class with your pussy all wet, staring at cute boys, wondering what it would feel like if their cocks were in there? Like mine is?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

Jack grinned knowingly. “What if after class one day, all the kids left except for the cutest boys, and they locked the doors and then pulled down their pants and they all had boners?”

“Jacky,” she sighed hoarsely.

“Would you suck their dicks? Drink their cum? Let them fuck your pussy?”

“Oh, yes, I would,” she groaned. “Sometimes they’d get hard in class,” she panted as Jack began to fuck her faster. “I always knew, and sometimes I’d even get to see a little bulge. I knew they were hard and I wanted to see them so badly, to suck their sweet little cocks.”

Jack bent over her and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking so strongly at it that it almost hurt. It did hurt, but with his sweet cock driving rapidly between her legs, she didn’t care.

Jack released her nipple and asked, panting a bit from his exertions, “How long have you wanted to fuck me, Aunt Megan?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said.

“When you got here?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said truthfully.

“When we visited you last year?” he asked.

She didn’t want to answer, because the admission scared her a little and made her ashamed. “Yes.”

Jack grinned. “Shane wants to fuck you so bad.”

Megan shuddered. “Jacky.”

“He wants to get his cock right into your pussy like I am. You wanna do that, Aunt Megan? Like with me an Richie? Have both of your nephews fuck you at the same time.”

“Fuck…” she gasped. “Yes, Jacky. Ooooo, fuck. Yes, I want both of you fucking me at the same time!”

Jack suddenly went still. Megan realized she’d been staring at the ceiling and she dropped her eyes to his. “I can tell him,” Jack said softly. “We can both come to your bedroom tonight after Mom goes to bed.”

“Jack… I…” she stammered, torn with indecision.

“We’d never do anything to get you in trouble, Aunt Megan. He wants to fuck you so bad though. He was telling me all about it last night. While he was fucking me. He was kissing my neck and calling me Aunt Megan while he slid his cock in and out of me.”

That was too much for Megan, and she moaned as she felt herself going again. She grabbed on to Jack’s little ass with both hands, pulling him tight against her as she whined and trembled. His little cock jerked in her and she looked up to see his eyes rolled up and a pained look on his face as he had his own cum.

A few moments later, Megan released him and Jack blew out a breath. “Man, that was a good one.” He caught Megan’s eyes as she chuckled tiredly and said, “Maybe later I’ll let you watch Shane fuck me.”

There was no hiding her response, as her pussy clenched down around Jack’s still stiff cock. He pulled out of her and walked around to crouch next to her head. Leaning close, he whispered, “Last time we went to Pittsburgh I was ten. And you wanted to fuck me.”

End of chapter five.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Four

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But it’s not fair,” he whined.

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh,” he said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded and said slyly, “Some places.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Aunt Megan,” he begged.

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

“Ahh! You’re so mean!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With your cock,” she urged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

“Mmmeh,” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Up,” she said.

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

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

“I know,” he said, half shrugging.

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

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

She smiled. “Good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of chapter four.

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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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