Cousins

Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Three

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan blushed. “I… sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N… no,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hallelujah for common sense,” Nicole said dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did not!” Megan said, laughing.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s no fair,” Jack pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna… watch?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… suppose,” Megan said uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s fine, Shane,” she said.

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

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

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

“For reals?” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shane,” she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I’m gonna…” he croaked hoarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you like that?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “It was great.”

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

“Shane…” she said weakly.

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

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

“But, Aunt Megan…” he began

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

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

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

End of chapter three.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter One

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That explains the guard,” Megan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re horrible,” Megan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of chapter one.

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Arthur and Ellie

October 14, 2008

Arthur and Ellie
By
Alex Hawk

During the winter of my thirteenth year my sex life, which to that point had basically involved just my left, and occasionally right, hand, took a great shift towards actual, real life sex. The great change occurred when my aunt and uncle came to visit for Christmas and New Year’s. They brought along their fourteen-year-old daughter, my cousin, Ellie.

Ellie was absolutely beautiful. I’d had a major crush on her for… well, forever! She had a vaguely elven look to her features. Wonderful green eyes. Beautiful blonde hair. And a body that seemed to get better each and every time I got to see her.

We had only a small, two-bedroom house. The arrangement was made, when our guests arrived, that my aunt and uncle would share the hide-a-bed in the living room. After much discussion, Ellie was given my bed, and a small cot was put into my bedroom for me to sleep on. I wasn’t overly happy about that part. I would have rather just shared the bed with her, but there was no way I was telling my parents, or hers, that.

The first night that Ellie stayed with me, we spent most of the night watching TV. Finally we retired to the bedroom. Once we got there, I got down to my boxers and t-shirt and got into the cot. Ellie went into the bathroom and came out wearing a nightgown. She turned off the light and got into my bed.

“You have a very comfy bed, Arthur,” she said after a moment.

“Yeah, I know,” I grumbled, annoyed at how uncomfortable the cot was.

“Poor Arthur, stuck down there,” Ellie said with a little giggle in her voice. “I feel bad for you.”

“I bet.” I shifted around uncomfortably. “You feel so bad, let me come up there with you,” I suggested, not really thinking she’d go for that idea.

“Well, I don’t know… I don’t wear anything when I sleep.”

“What?” I was puzzled. “I thought I saw you put on a nightgown?”

Something flew out from the bed and landed on me. Her nightgown. “I took it off under the covers.”

“Oh…”

“But I guess if you don’t mind sleeping next to a naked girl, you can come up here.”

My heart leapt into my throat and my penis instantly hardened up. “What? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok… if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.”

Shakily, I got up off the cot and made my way over to my little bed. I got under the blanket next to Ellie and laid there flat on my back, unable to believe I was actually in a bed with a naked girl and wondering what was going to happen next.

I didn’t have to wait too long. As I laid there, Ellie rolled over and put an arm around me, snuggling up close.

“I like to cuddle when I sleep,” she explained. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No!” I squeaked. I could actually feel her bare breast against my arm!

“Good,” she snuggled even closer and then said, “Hmmm…”

“What?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem really fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

It took a moment for that to sink in. “You want me to be naked with you?”

“It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Well, then.”

I sat up and pulled my t-shirt off my body. Then I laid back down and wiggled out of my boxers. Now feeling very aroused and very exposed, I laid back down next to Ellie.

“That’s better,” she said, running a hand down my bare chest.

I sucked in my breath. “Thank you…” I whispered.

Ellie snuggled a little closer to me, and now I felt her breasts pressing much harder into my body. “I really like you, Arthur.”

“I like you, too.” It sounded lame, but who could think of anything original under circumstances like this?

Ellie’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach. My heart began beating about a million miles an hour as the hand went lower and lower. I felt it brush gently against the tip of my penis and stifled a gasp. I wasn’t able to stifle one when her hand wrapped around my throbbing teenage erection.

“I like this, too,” Ellie said, a little giggle in her voice.

“Oh… that’s nice…” was all I could think of.

Ellie giggled again. “You’ve never done anything with a girl, have you?”

“Not really,” I admitted.

“I’ve done lots with boys,” she said in a voice of authority. “I even lost my virginity a few months ago!”

“Really?” I never knew anyone who’d had sex before. Some of my friends claimed they’d gotten laid, but I figured they were lying.

“Oh, yes.”

“Cool…”

Ellie took her hand off my penis and took my hand in hers. She guided it up and placed it onto one of her wonderfully pert little breasts. I swallowed hard in surprise as I felt the nipple against my palm.

“Move your hand around a little,” Ellie suggested.

“Like this?” I asked, moving a bit.

“Yeah…” Her hand returned to my penis, stroking me just a little.

Ellie turned her face towards mine, then, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me tenderly on the lips. I was surprised, but I did my best to kiss back. I’d kissed a couple girls before, but never like this, of course. I certainly wasn’t prepared when my cousin began to work her tongue into my mouth, but I didn’t stop her. It was pretty nice. Her mouth tasted of peppermint and chocolate, which was no shock since we’d had hot chocolate with candy canes in it not too long ago.

Then Ellie rolled me onto my back and began kissing a path down my chest and stomach. No sooner had I figured out her destination, than I felt the sweet sensation of her tongue licking along the shaft of my penis. Before I could really get used to that, she opened her mouth and slid it all the way down my virgin erection. I was getting my first blowjob!

“Oh, Ellie…” I whispered, placing a hand on the back of her head. This was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt in my life. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I came. It would be the first orgasm I’d ever had with another person, and even now I could feel it building. “Ellie?” I gasped.

“Mpmh?”

“I’m gonna… cum soon…”

I expected my cousin to take her mouth off me at that point, but to my surprise she just started going faster and faster. I did my best to hold back, but when the orgasm finally hit, my penis nearly exploded with pleasure as my sperm fired off into Ellie’s mouth. I was dimly aware of her swallowing as she kept her mouth on me.

When I was done cumming, Ellie lifted her face off my penis and began kissing her way back up my body until she reached my mouth. I was a little reluctant to kiss her given that my sperm had just been in her mouth, but aside from a little saltiness I couldn’t taste anything too strange.

Besides, I was too distracted as I realized that with her positioned like she was, she was basically sitting on my still somewhat hard penis. I could feel it against something a little wet and I wondered if it was her vagina.

Ellie broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Having fun?”

“Yeah, of course…”

“Good.” She kissed me again and then giggled. “You know what, Arthur?”

“What?”

“I’ve had a major crush on you for like years.”

“You have?” I blinked.

“Yeah. Ever since we were little.”

“Wow… cool. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, too.”

“Cool.” We started kissing some more and then my cousin said, “You wanna try something?”

“What?”

“Doing to me what I just did to you.”

I thought about it for about a tenth of a second. “Sure!”

“Cool.” Ellie rolled off me and laid down on the bed next to me. “Ok, get your face down between my legs.”

I scooted down under the blanket. I couldn’t see a damn thing, of course. “So what I do?” I asked from down there.

“Give me your hand.” I did what I was told. Ellie took my hand in hers and pressed it against something that felt… well… odd, but not in a bad way. “That’s my clitoris. When I tell you to start, you lick your tongue all over that, ok?”

“Ok.”

She moved my hand down and for an instant I felt one of my fingers pressing against something warm and wet, and then felt my finger slipping into a place beyond my imagination. “That’s my actual vagina. Sticking your tongue in there will feel really good for me.”

“Ok,” I said, a little weakly.

“Beyond that, just lick everything around there you can, ok? Along the sides and stuff.”

“Alright.”

Ellie pulled her hand away, leaving me with a finger stuck into her vagina. “Whenever you’re ready, Arthur.”

A little nervous and uncertain, I stuck my tongue out and flicked it alongside her clitoris. It didn’t taste like much of anything. Emboldened, I began licking more and more, running my tongue all over the little knob, and eventually working it up into my cousin’s vagina, joining the finger that I figured I should be moving around.

From the way Ellie was acting, I knew I had to be doing things basically right. She kept moaning into a pillow and squirming around. She must’ve really been having a good time! It was so cool that I could make a girl feel good like this.

After a few minutes of me eating her out, Ellie reached down and pulled gently on my head. I took the hint and began kissing a path up her body, just like she’d done for me. When I reached her mouth, she kissed me passionately and held me tight against her, my penis resting directly against her vagina. For the first time I was now totally aware of what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Ellie reached down and gave my erect penis a couple gentle strokes, and then moved it around a little. I felt something warm and wet against the tip and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize where I was.

“Put it in me, Arthur,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I took a deep breath and gave a little push with my hips, feeling myself sink inside just a little. I pulled back and pushed forward twice more and before I knew it I had every bit of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis buried inside the molten warmth of my cousin’s amazingly wonderful fourteen-year-old vagina. I let out the breath I’d been holding as my pubic hair met Ellie’s. That was it. I’d never be a virgin again!

“Oh, god, Arthur,” she whispered. “Oh, you’re so nice…”

I couldn’t speak, I could only grin stupidly. I was getting laid! Who could think at a time like this?

“Move it in and out, ok? Go real slow…” she said as her hands moved down to rest on my butt.

I nodded and started moving my hips slowly back and forth, savoring the unbelievable bliss of having my penis inside a girl for the first time. Oh, god, it was wonderful in there. Like nothing I’d ever even imagined! Who could imagine something like this?

As I fucked my cousin for the first time, I was really happy that I’d already cum a few minutes before. If I hadn’t, I’d never have managed to last. As it was, I managed to screw Ellie for about five minutes altogether before I felt the familiar tingling sensation in my body. I pushed hard into her in a series of rabbit like thrusts as my penis erupted with sperm, splashing it’s load into a girl’s vagina for the first time in my thirteen years of life.

When my orgasm was complete, I collapsed onto Ellie’s body, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. It was, without a doubt, the most wonderful night of my life.

Ellie and I fucked a lot more during the next two weeks. She showed me every position that she knew and taught me everything she could about how to make a girl feel good in bed. It was a wonderfully educational experience.

Unfortunately, one aspect of her teaching that was lacking was birth control. Two months after she’d left, she called me and told me she was pregnant and there was no question that I was the father. My stomach did a little lurch to the right at that point.

Needless to say, when our parents found out they were Not Happy. I endured every lecture they could come up with. There wasn’t much they could do about it, though, and in the end Ellie ended up giving birth to our daughter nine months after our first fuck. I got to see the baby when we visited them during the holidays, though they were smart enough to keep me and Ellie away from each other. We managed to find a way to fuck twice, but that was about it.

Now I have a girlfriend and I’m about to start high school. I get to see my daughter every few months and I still keep in touch with Ellie, of course. She’s my cousin, after all. She’s got a boyfriend herself now, and that’s fine with me. I wish I hadn’t gotten her pregnant, but I certainly had no regrets at all about losing my virginity to her.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. ?siht daer uoy naC

Not much of a story, admittedly. No real character development or plot. That’s ok, though. Sometimes it’s nice to just work on a little something like this as practice, and I think it turned out pretty nice, so hey!

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Death of a Story

October 19, 2008

Never-Never Island
By
Alex Hawk

There are occasions with every writer where they start a project and give up. There’s any number of reasons why. Sometimes you loose interest, sometimes you’re unsatisfied with the project, sometimes real life interferes, etc.

In this case I started writing a story called “Never-Never Island”. It was a story about a group of kids stranded on a tropical island. Think “Lord of the Flies” with fucking. It was meant to be big and special as I planned it to be my 100th story.

This won’t be happening.

Here’s the story as it stands, as complete as it’s ever going to be. Go ahead and read it. I guess it was about 20% complete. When you get to the end, I’ll go into detail about why this story will never be finished.

***

I awoke with a start from the weird dream I’d been having. Even as I sat up in my bunk the images faded from my mind, but the hard rocking I’d been experiencing was still happening, as was the sound of knocking on the cabin door.

“Hannah?! Wake up, honey!”

I staggered out of bed and pulled a bathrobe over the panties that were all I wore to bed. The yacht we were all on rocked under my feet. Opening the door, I saw my mom standing there looking concerned.

“Get your life jacket and get up to the lifeboat.”

I blinked. “What?” I asked as I grabbed my jacket and threw it on. “We’re abandoning ship?”

My mom shook her head. “No, but the storm’s getting worse and we want all you kids in one safe place.”

“Oh. Well, ok.”

I followed my mom along the rocking decks to the aft-starboard where the rather large lifeboat was moored. Inside were my cousins and brothers, only one of which was a girl like me. We’d all come out on this little boat ride through the Indian Ocean for our family reunion. I’d heard everyone talking last night about a possible storm, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

Along with the other kids, my Uncle Ross was in the lifeboat. He pulled the canopy back over it after I was securely inside. I sat between two of my brothers, Taylor and Jordan, as the ship around us rocked.

“Are we going to have to escape?” asked Andy, the youngest of my cousins.

Uncle Ross shook his head. “No, everything should be ok.”

I felt Jordan move a little closer to me. At fourteen, he was a year younger than I was, and still prone to the same sort of jumpiness one might expect from a boy a couple years younger than him. Since I felt a little jumpy myself, I leaned a little closer to him, too.

There was a flash of lightning and a loud THUMP that caused the lifeboat to shudder. All of us, including me, let out screams of various types. Uncle Ross staggered a little and reached for the canopy release.

“I think something’s come loose!” he called out as he opened it up. “I’ll be right back!” And he was outside.

I reached over to pull the canopy shut and just as I sat down, the yacht gave a sudden lurch. There was a horrible screeching noise, then silence for a moment, then a sharp sensation of smacking into something, followed by the lifeboat rocking.

“Shit!” yelled out Kip, one of my cousins and, at twelve, kind of annoying. “We’ve come loose!”

I pulled open the canopy and was rewarded with water splashing into the boat. I could see the yacht, not too far away, with Uncle Ross and my mom standing on the deck. Then a wave knocked the lifeboat and more water splashed in. I quickly shut the canopy again.

“Ok!” I said brightly. “Everyone make sure your lifejackets are secure.”

Kip’s twin brother, Kit, called out, “What’s happening?!”

“We’ve launched, and we’re moving away from the yacht. But don’t worry. This thing has a GPS locator and everything. We’ll be fine once the storm stops. Meantime, everyone just stay calm!”

We all basically wound up huddling in the bottom of the lifeboat as the storm carried us along over the waves. When we weren’t screaming, we were crying, right up to the point where, eventually and from sheer exhaustion, we all drifted off to fitful sleep.

* * *

I was the first of all of us to wake up. Sunlight was steaming through one of the small windows on the side of the boat. As I woke up and got to my knees to peer outside, I was aware of the boys around me stirring. Soon they were all looking out the windows, too.

“Where are we, Hannah?” asked Kyle, one of my cousins.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’m going to open the canopy and look outside.”

I popped open the canopy and looked around. The air was warm, and had a tropical, salty smell to it. Peering around, I saw nothing but blue sea, except… wait… I looked hard in the distance, then dropped back into the boat.

“Zack?” I said to my other brother who, at eleven, was the youngest of the three, coming second to Taylor’s thirteen and, of course, Jordan’s fourteen. “You’ve got good eyes. Look outside at about 2 o’clock and tell me what you see.”

“Ok.” As Zack stood up, I noticed he wasn’t wearing anything but boxers, a t-shirt and a life jacket. Looking around, I saw that most of the other boys were dressed in about the same thing. Kim, the eleven-year-old sister to Kip and Kit, was wearing a long t-shirt and what looked like pale panties under it. They must’ve all been as asleep as I had been.

Zack dropped back into the boat. “Looks like it could be land.”

“Ok.” I examined the canopy. “This folds down. Taylor, Jordan, you get it folded. Kip and Kit, you two look for the oars. The rest of you… just watch.”
It took a few minutes of doing, but soon the boat as open and the oars were out. as Kyle and Jordan were the oldest, both being fourteen, I assigned them each an oar and told them to row for it.

Meantime, I scanned all over the outside for the GPS beacon. Once I activated it, it wouldn’t be any problem for them to find us. Then we’d go home, and we’d be able to tell our grandkids about our little Adventure at Sea.

That was when I spotted the large, gaping hole were the beacon was supposed to be.

“Well,” said Josh, Kyle’s thirteen-year-old brother as he came up behind me. “I guess we know what that thump last night was that sent Uncle Ross out, huh?”

“Apparently,” I said with a sigh. “No beacon, guys,” I told the rest of the boat. “When we land, we’ll have to get a signal fire put up quick.”

That cast a pall over the boat, which had been relaxing a bit. Silence reigned as the boys rowed us towards the ever-closer island.

“We’re totally fucked, aren’t we?” asked Kim, moving closer to me.

“No, we’re fine,” I said. “We just have to get to land.”

I could tell she was still worried, but she kept quiet after that, as did the boys, and with the exception of Jordan talking to Kyle about the rowing, the boat was dominated by silence. It was kind of nice, cause it gave me a chance to sort out my thoughts. On the other hand, it also forced me to worry extensively about what might happen to us.

It took about an hour of rowing before we finally got within range of the beach. Kip and Kit both grabbed a couple of the ropes on the front and got out, splashing into the water as they, along with Kyle and Jordan, launched the boat up a fair distance onto the sand.

“All ashore that’s going ashore!” I called out as all of us jumped out of the boat and onto the beach.

There was nervous laughter from everyone as we all got onto the sand. Most of the kids just sort of flopped onto the ground, happy to be on solid land again. I had Jordan and Kyle help me haul the boat up above the tide line, figuring that it would be bad to have it washed out to sea without us.

Once that was done, I began rooting through the boat’s survival gear as the rest of the kids milled around on the beach. Already Kim and Zack were busy building a basic sand castle while Kip, Kit and Josh went splashing around in the water.

“So how’s it look?” asked Jordan, coming and crouching down next to me as I rooted through the survival kit.

“Not too bad, actually,” I said. Here’s what the inventory consisted of.
– Compass
– A large first aid kit
– Blankets (4)
– Lighters (2)
– Fish hooks (100)
– Fishing Line (1000′)
– Axe
– Signal mirror
– Rubbing Alcohol (24 oz bottle)
– MRE’s (12)
– Nylon Rope (100′)
– Signal Flares (3)
– Swiss Army Knife
– Hunting Knife
– Collapsible Shovel
– Collapsable Buckets (2 at one gallon each)
– Water purification kit (100 tablets, each good for a gallon)
– Lightweight Aluminum Pot (3 gallons)

In addition, I realized that our resources also consisted of:

– Me, aged 15
– My brothers, Jordan, 14, Taylor, 13, and Zack, 11
– The first of my cousins, the twins, Kip and Kit, 12, and their sister, Kim, 11
– Brothers Kyle, 15, Josh, 13, and Chad, 12
– And the last of my cousins, Jack, 13, and Andy, 12

Eleven of us stuck on this island together. I wondered how long we’d be here, and then realized that didn’t matter. What mattered was that we needed to ACT like we were going to be here forever. This meant that we’d have to get a good idea of the lay of the island, get some food, some fresh water, get a fire going, set up a shelter, etc.

I looked at Jordan. “We’ve got enough supplies to keep us going for a while and enough supplies to make sure that if it takes longer than a while to get rescued, we should be ok.”

Jordan nodded and brushed a lock of his long hair out of his face. “How long… how long do you think we’re going to be here?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. We can’t have drifted too far away from the yacht. I’m sure they’ve already made contact with the authorities back in Australia and they’ve already got search parties out.”

“Yeah, but…” Jordan dropped his voice. “Hannah, this is a big ocean. We’re on a small island. I didn’t see any other islands around here when we were rowing towards the place.”

“Well, we don’t know how big the island is,” I pointed out. “We haven’t explored yet. That’s the next step.”

“Ok.” Jordan stood up, giving me a view of something unexpected.

“Ah… Jordan? You’re… uh… hanging out…”

Jordan looked down to where the tip of his penis was poking out from under the hem of the long t-shirt he was wearing. It wasn’t the first penis I’d ever seen, but I hadn’t expected to see my brother’s.

Jordan blushed and pulled the shirt down a little more. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think to grab any boxers or anything.”

I laughed a little at my brother’s embarrassment. “It’s ok. We’ll hopefully be out of here soon and I’ll buy you a pack of six.”

Jordan grinned and said, “You’re on.”

“Alright,” I said, standing up and looking around. “Round up everyone and bring them over to those trees over there.”

“Gotcha.”

I went over to the collection of palm trees I’d pointed at and waited while Jordan rounded up our various cousins and siblings. Once everyone was gathered around I started speaking.

“Ok, everyone. Here’s the situation. We’re on this island for the foreseeable future. We could be rescued in twenty minutes, we could be rescued tomorrow, or we might be here a lot longer. Either way, since we don’t know for sure, we’ll have to assume that we’re going to be here for a while.”

“What do you mean? Like for years?” asked Kim with a hint of panic in her voice.

I sighed. “We just don’t know. Would you rather pretend we’re going to be here for a long time and then get rescued tomorrow, or would you rather pretend we’re leaving tomorrow and stay here for years? We have to prepare for the worst.”

There was a bit of noisy panic at that point. I let them all get it out of their systems for a few seconds and then said, rather loudly, “Ok! That’s ENOUGH!”
Gradually the noise abated.

“Right. Now. Jordan, Kyle, and Josh, I want you to explore the island going that way,” I said, pointing down the beach. “Josh, Kip, Kit, I want you to go the other way. Keep an eye out for possible water sources, food, shelter, etcetera. Don’t go too far. Make sure you turn back within, say, three hours or so. Stay along the beach for now. We’ll explore island later, ok?”

“Alright,” said Josh as the other boys nodded.

As the boys headed out to explore, I enlisted the rest of the kids to help me with digging a firepit and gathering up some driftwood. Kim, Zack and Andy seemed happy to have something to take their minds off the problems we were all in. It wasn’t by chance that I’d left the youngest kids behind.

It didn’t take too long for me to get a fire going, which gave us all a chance to get our clothes dried a little bit. The clothing thing was going to be an issue soon, I knew. Kim had on her long t-shirt and panties, and I knew Jordan didn’t even have that. Most of the boys were wearing only pajama bottoms or boxers, some with t-shirts and some without. If we were here for any length of time, we’d all end up buck-naked.

After nearly three hours, Andy said, “Hey, look!”

I followed his pointing arm and saw all the rest of the boys coming back, all from the same direction. My heart sank. The island couldn’t be very big if they’d met and started walking back.

I walked up to Jordan. “All the way around the island?” I asked.

He nodded. “It’s not all that tiny, though. We found a small pond that looks like it has fresh water, though we didn’t go all the way to explore it cause you said not to. We also spotted what looked like some caves. This must’ve been a volcanic island at one point.”

“Yeah, we saw what looked like a small mountain or something,” Chad said. “And we found some pineapples.” My cousin held one up.

“Alright. Let’s strategize a little.” I sat down with the boys and started hammering out a little plan. I sent Jordan and Kyle, with the collapsible buckets, to get some water from the creek. I tasked the younger kids, Kim, Zack and Andy, with using some of the hooks and lines to try and get some fish. Josh went along to help them. Then Taylor, who had spotted the caves earlier, would go check out said caves while the other boys set about gathering some coconuts from the nearby trees.

Taylor, my middle brother, was one of the boys who was wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. I wasn’t sure if he had underwear on under them or not. Either way, I started wondering what the lifespan of the light flannel cloth would be.

The caves were about two hundred feet back from the shore, and not too terribly far from where we’d set up temporary camp. As we walked into the biggest one, I looked around. The floor was reasonably smooth, and some light work would take care of the smaller rocks piled around. We’d have room in the middle to set up a fire if we ever needed to. There was even a small area that would serve well as a larder.

“Nice. Good job spotting these, Taylor.”

“Thanks.” He looked around. “You really think we’re going to be here a long time?”

I shrugged and repeated my usual mantra. “I don’t know. But we have to prepare to be.”

“Yeah.” Taylor scratched at his arm. “I wonder what’s going to happen to our clothes. We aren’t exactly dressed for the outdoors.”

I laughed. “I was thinking something like that myself. We’re probably going all end up naked if we’re here any length of time.”

“Oh, great.” Taylor sounded less than excited by the idea.

I laughed some more. “Hey, I think you’d be happy! You’ll get to see naked girls!”

“Yeah, you and Kim. Some show that’ll be!”

I glared at my younger brother. “Oh, really? Are you saying I’m ugly?”

Taylor waved his hands. “No, no, Hannah! But you’re my sister and Kim’s only eleven. What’s there to see on a girl that’s eleven?”

“Oh, so it would be fine if I wasn’t your sister and Kim was, say, fourteen?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine!” he said brightly.

I glared at him again and said, “Come on, brat. Let’s get back to the campsite.”

We were pleasantly surprised when we got back. It turned out that Zach had experienced some luck with his fishing and had reeled in a very large yellow… fish… of some sort. I didn’t know what kind, but it had meat on it. As we were celebrating, Andy managed to land another. With that and the coconuts, plus the pineapple trees, it looked as though food wasn’t going to be a problem.

“Ok! Kip and Kit, you two get the fish gutted and cleaned. I know you spend lots of time out fishing, so you’ll know what to do. Andy, Zach, good work. Go get some more. Everyone else, let’s get some of this stuff moved up to the caves. I think I found the one we’re going to stay in for right now.”
I was pleased, and slightly vexed, by the fact that everyone seemed to be willing to do what I told them without question. I had a reputation for having a good head in a crisis, which was annoying at times.

With the help of all the rest of the kids, I got everything moved up to the cave. We left the boat tied up to three trees, just in case a storm hit or something like that. By the time that my watch said one in the afternoon (and assuming we hadn’t hit another time zone, I knew it was accurate), we had everything moved and were starting to cook up some fish.

“So what do we do about sleeping tonight?” asked Kyle around a mouthful of fried goodness.

I used my hand to dip into our chlorine-tasting drinking water and took a sip. Then I said, “Well, for tonight at least we’ll break out the blankets, just in case it gets cold, and spread them out on the floor of the cave. Maybe if we’re here longer we can use some fond fronds or something to set up a real floor.”

“We’ve got axe and some rope,” Josh said. “Maybe we could chop down some of the trees and build a basic hut or something.”

That got all the boys talking about massive building projects that I knew we wouldn’t complete if we were here until the sun burned out. But at least it took their minds off their current situation.

By the time sun sank down in the west, we had the cave all cleaned out and set up. The blankets were spread out all over the ground and provided at least some padding. I figured it was probably going to be a little chilly in there, so we built our third fire of the day and set it up inside, a good distance from the blankets, and soon the cave was nice and warm.

And with that we all got onto the blankets and, eventually, gradually, drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next morning we all woke up not too long after sunrise. I set the youngest kids out fishing again and threw Chad and Josh on gathering detail (wood and food). The rest of the kids I set on gathering up materials to build a signal fire with. I then went with Kyle to go see to the water supply.

I’d always had an interesting relationship with Kyle. He was the closest in age to me as far as my cousins went, only a couple months younger than I was. He was also kind of cute, and very smart, though he didn’t talk too much as he was rather shy. He also, I learned by walking behind him and staring at his boxers, had a nice ass.

And that was when another series of thoughts played through my mind. If we were here on this island long enough, sex between some of the kids was inevitable. I’d always been fascinated with sex. Well, at least I had been since I’d hit puberty. My actual experience with sex was limited to me having given a couple ex boyfriends blowjobs. I wasn’t particularly attached to my virginity, I just hadn’t seen the need to get rid of it yet.

Being that Kim and I were the only girls here, this meant my virginity would likely be a fading memory if we were here too long. It also meant, since there was no birth control, that we’d spend most of our lives pregnant. That part at least was not, perhaps, the nicest thought I’d ever had.

I followed Kyle from the beach up to the ponds, just talking about incidentals. I could tell he was still worried about us being stuck here, but, like me, he was getting pretty pragmatic about the whole thing.

Eventually in our walking we reached the ponds. There were two of them, one bigger, the other one only slightly smaller. Both looked rather deep. They were obviously rain water, which was reasonably reassuring, since it meant we’d have a steady supply (I hoped).

I cupped some of the water in my hand and splashed it over my head. “Ah, that’s nice. All that salt really sucks.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said with a nod. “We should set aside one pool for washing and bathing and the other one for drinking.”

Nodding back, I said, “That’s a good idea.”

We ended up picking the larger pool for drinking. The smaller one would be used for bathing and cleaning clothes and such. It was still big enough for two or three people to be in at a time, which was good.

As we sat there near the washing pond, Kyle pulled his t-shirt off and ran it through the water, soaking it down and wringing it out over the rocks. He looked really hot crouching there in his boxers like that.

I felt a great surge of arousal and desire course through my body as I looked at my mostly naked cousin. I wasn’t sure what brought it on, I mean, beyond seeing him dressed like he was. I’d heard that sometimes people, after going through a great, life endangering event, wound up really horny afterwards. Maybe that was the case here.

No matter what it was, I said to Kyle, “You wanna go for a swim? I need to get all this dried salt off me.”

“Sounds good to me.” Kyle dipped his foot into the water. “Seems warm enough.” He lowered himself down into the pond and splashed around a little, dunking himself under and resurfacing. “Very nice! Come on in!”

“Alright. Just a second, though.” I stood up and pulled off the bathrobe and panties. As Kyle stared slack-jawed at my naked body, I blushed a little. I’d never been nude in front of a boy before. “I don’t want to try and swim in anything that heavy, you know? I’d sink really quick.”

“Uh… yeah! Right. Ok.”

I lowered myself into the water, happy to find it to be the perfect temperature. I let out a little sigh of contentment and looked around. “You know, this is actually a kind of nice island. If we DO have to be here for a long time, it’s not that bad a place to be.”

Kyle lifted his eyes off my slightly floating breasts and said, “Uh… huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s pretty cool here. Looks like we’ll have no problem with food or water or anything.”

“Well, and,” I continued, “if we gotta be stuck here, better to be stuck here with people we like, you know?”

“Oh, yes,” he said with great feeling. “I know some people that if I was stuck here with, they’d already be dead.”

We both laughed.

I dunked my head under the water, letting the remnants of salt soak out of my hair. It really was a VERY nice place, this island. That suddenly made me think of something.

“You know, we need to come up with a name for this place.”

“A name?”

“Yeah. We need something to call it.”

“You mean the ponds?” he asked, clearly not getting it.

“No, no, no. I mean the island.”

“Oh!” I could see his face change as understanding dawned. “Right, ok.”

“Got any ideas?”

Kyle shook his head. “But we can all talk about it tonight during dinner.”

I nodded. “That sounds good.” I grinned at my cousin. “You’re smarter than you let on sometimes, you know.”

Kyle shrugged. “Yeah. Well, with a lot of the people I hang out with, being smart isn’t a really good thing, you know?”

“Yeah? Well, I think smart boys are cool.” I smiled at him.

Kyle smiled back at me. “Thanks.” Silence for a moment, then he added, “You’re cool, too.”

“Thanks.” Feeling a little tightness in my chest, I casually said, “You know, I’m surprised you can be in here in your boxers. Aren’t they a little uncomfortable?”

“Uh… a little, maybe.”

“Well,” I said, feeling a blush spread across my face. “If you want to, you can take them off.”

“You don’t care?” he asked a little weakly.

I shook my head. “No. I mean, look, if we’re here any length of time we’re all going to be naked. You’ve already seen me naked. So who cares?”

“Does this mean you’re going to stay naked when you get out of the pond?” Kyle asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

I laughed. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Well, I guess it’s not a big deal if I get naked, too, then.” Kyle stood up, faced away from me, took off his boxers and got back into the water, though not before I had a great view of his cute naked butt.

Now we were both naked, but I had no idea what I wanted to do next. I mean, Kyle was really cute and stuff, and if we were going to be here for a long time, I’d certainly wind up having sex with him. But what if we didn’t? Suppose we got rescued tomorrow and I’d already slept with him?

On the other hand, to hell with it. I wanted to feel good and fooling around with my cousin would accomplish that goal.

“So do you have a girlfriend back home?” I asked, moving just a little closer.

“No. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” I replied with a shake of my head. “I had one a few months ago but we broke up.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

“Yeah. You’ve had girlfriends before, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, a couple of them,” he said trying to appear manly.

“Good, good.” I moved closer still and put my hand onto Kyle’s bare chest. “Well, any girl that dated you was lucky indeed.”

“You really think so?” Kyle asked in a quiet voice.

“Oh, yeah.” I moved even closer and then leaned forward and gave him a kiss, right on the mouth.

Kyle seemed surprised, but did obviously have at least some experience with girls, cause he recovered quickly and started kissing back. He was the one who actually started with the French kissing, which I really liked.

My cousin had put his hands on my shoulders while we started to kiss, but now he moved one of them down and cupped one of my breasts. He tweaked the nipple gently, eliciting a moan from me.

“How far have you gone with a girl before?” I asked him between kisses.

“This is the farthest,” he admitted.

“How far do you WANT to go?”

Kyle thought for a second. “As far as we can.”

“Ok.”

I straddled Kyle’s waist, feeling his penis rubbing against my vagina. I knew right then and there that I wouldn’t be a virgin when I got out of this pond. The idea filled me with excitement.

As I kissed Kyle some more, I reached down and started to stroke his penis. It was very warm and very hard. I’d played around with a couple boys before, as I said earlier, and Kyle’s erection seemed to be about the same as theirs. This was reassuring but a little disappointing. Given that I’d made up my mind to lose my virginity to him, I’d somehow thought he should be built different somehow.

Keeping one hand on Kyle’s erection, I used the other to balance myself. I rubbed the tip of his penis along my vagina and lined him up to enter me. Slowly I pushed back, anticipating the pleasure of having my cousin fuck me for the first time.

As I moved back, I felt a sensation of pressure as the tip of Kyle’s fifteen-year-old virgin penis start to slowly enter my fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. Once the tip was all the way in, I knew I’d only have to push back a little father, and he’d be entirely inside me. I closed my eyes and got ready to get fucked.

A sound made me look up. I saw Jordan standing there, about twenty feet away, staring at us with his mouth wide open and his penis tenting up the base of his t-shirt. I froze, unsure what to do.

Kyle followed my gaze. “Jordan!” he squeaked, and sort of pushed me off him, the tip of his penis withdrawing from my vagina.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, guys… I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to… some water… I… sorry!” Jordan quickly ran off.

Kyle and I sat there staring at each other and breathing hard, both acutely aware of what had almost happened. I wanted to get back on top, to get him inside me, to have sex with him, but I knew the moment was over.

He must’ve known it, too, cause he said, “Uh… look, Hannah, we should probably get back to the camp.”

“Er… yeah. Yeah, we should.”

The two of us got out of the water, dressed in silence and walked our way back to the campsite.

When we got back to camp, most everyone had finished with the work they’d been assigned. We had quite a nice supply of food, which was good, cause I didn’t want to have to break out the MRE’s. There was also a nice stock of driftwood that had been gathered and, much to my happiness, Chad and Josh had, once they were done getting the wood together, started plotting out a basic elevated floor that would go in the bottom of the cave. One of the problems we’d noticed last night was a lot of bugs. If we got up off the ground, maybe we’d have less of an issue.

In fact the only problem that had come up all day was that Kim had cut her foot on some coral while out swimming. Kit and Kip had both spent a lot of time in the Boy Scouts, and they’d made up a bandage out of Kip’s t-shirt, cleaned out the wound, sterilized it with some rubbing alcohol and wrapped up their sister’s foot. It looked pretty good, which was a relief. The last thing we’d need would be an infection.

For the rest of the day, Kyle and I sort of avoided each other, and I made a point of avoiding Jordan, I was so angry at him. I mean, it wasn’t his fault that he’d happened along when he did, but it still sucked.

As night began to arrived we all gathered around the fire and cooked up some food. We’d discovered quickly that the large, yellow fish we mostly caught were really tasty when you cooked them up with some pineapple juice and covered them in coconut milk. This also had the advantage of leaving us with shells we could use to hold water in.

After we were done eating, we sat around singing songs, which was very rustic and nice until you realized that most of what we were singing was songs from bands like No Doubt, Linkin Park, D12 and the like. Not traditional campfire fare, but it made us all feel better and it was a lot of fun.

I also told everyone about the two ponds and how we’d use one for water the other for cleaning (and other things, but that wasn’t mentioned). I then told everyone about how we were going to need a name for the island, and we’d pick one at dinner tomorrow, which got everyone excited.

Lastly, I told them about our need for cloth for bandages, pointing to Kim’s foot in a highlight. I basically told all the boys who had shirts on to give them up (except Jordan, cause that would’ve left him naked). I also suggested that anyone who had on pajama bottoms with underwear under them should give up the bottoms.

In the end all the boys, except Jordan, wound up shirtless and we ended up with two sets of pajama pants. Then, to my surprise, Kim took off her t-shirt and contributed that to the pile. I gave her a questioning look.

She shrugged. “We need the cloth, and it’s not like I have anything to hide anyhow. Not like you.”

I thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I don’t really have anything that needs to be hidden either.” I took my robe and threw it onto the pile, acutely aware of all the boys, including my three brothers, staring at my bare breasts. I glared at them all. “They’re called tits, boys. Just blobs of fat. No big deal.” To their credit they all pretended to look away after that, or at least didn’t make their stares so obvious.

With that our first full day on the island came to an end.

* * *

After we woke up the next morning, we had a little breakfast of pineapple and coconuts. I figured this would, very quickly, get old. But at least we’d have enough food, though I worried a little about things like scurvy. But maybe there was enough vitamin-C in the pineapples and coconuts to keep us going.

As I set everyone onto their morning tasks, I figured it would be a good idea to switch things around. To let everyone have the chance to do everything. To, for example, set the kids onto gathering water, have the twins go fishing, etc.

That left me with the problem of what to have Kyle do. I wanted to, basically, haul him into the cave and finished what we’d started last night. But I knew it was also important to get work done and I couldn’t be appearing to play favorites.

Thankfully, before it became and issue, Kyle offered to work with Josh and Chad on building us a floor. The bugs last night had been really bad, so the floor was becoming a major priority. I agreed, but gave him a couple looks to give him a hint of what I had in mind for later. From the looks I got in return, my plans would succeed.

As for me, I decided to hang out with Jack, Andy’s older brother, for the day. I figured he and I could go out and do some food gathering. Get some more pineapples, some coconuts and… well, more pineapples and more coconuts. Fun.

Jack was thirteen and I hadn’t really ever spent too much time around him. He was kind of bookish, something of a nerd, but a basically nice kid. Like his brother, Jack had blond hair and it was nearly as long as Jordan’s, though unlike Jordan, Jack kept his in a ponytail which looked rather fetching. As for his body, well, he was wearing only a pair of tighty-whities and like everyone else around me, was in pretty decent shape.

He and I tromped into the small “forest” that dominated the center of the island. He’d told me about some good places to gather up our food. We had one of the buckets to carry everything in and I had every intention of making sure it was full.

Once we got to the harvest grounds, we started picking over the fruit, looking for the best ones. The entire time, Jack was trying his best to check out my breasts without being too obvious about it. It was actually kind of funny, but started to get a little old quickly.

“Ok, hang on a second, Jack,” I said, after a few minutes of this.

“Huh? What?” he said, looking slightly guilty.

“You keep staring at my breasts,” I accused.

Jack blushed and looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

I stood up straight and said, “Well, ok, if you wanna look, go ahead and look. It’s not a big deal.”

Jack stared right at my breasts, not able to take his eyes off them. I saw his penis stiffening up in his underwear for a moment before he covered the bulge with his hand. A faint surge of familiar arousal went through me, even more intense than it had yesterday, despite the fact that I didn’t find Jack as attractive as Kyle.
Still, maybe I could have some fun with him. “You can touch them if you want to,” I said.

Jack looked surprised. “I can?”

“Sure.” I took his hands and placed one on each of my breasts, which incidentally exposed his bulging underwear.

“Wow!”

“You like them?”

“Oh, yeah… I’ve never touched a girl like this before.” Jack shrugged. “Hell, until last night I’d never even SEEN a girl’s tits.”

I placed my palms against Jack’s chest, tracing a couple circles around his nipples. “You’re pretty nicely put together, too.”

“Thanks…”

I let my hands drift slowly down to the bulge inside his underwear. I cupped it and rubbed it gently, enjoying the feeling of the hardness under the fabric. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband and lowered Jack’s underwear down, letting his hard, teenage penis pop up into sight.

Jack’s penis wasn’t as big as the other ones I’d seen in my life, but it was pretty nice. Looked like it was about the right size to suck on, too. So with that in mind I dropped down to my knees and wrapped my mouth around my cousin’s erection.

“Ah… oooh… that’s… wow…” Jack whispered, resting his hands on the back of my head.

I ran my tongue and lips all over my cousin’s penis, enjoying the really NICE sensation of having a boy in my mouth like this. It wasn’t something I did very often, but I really liked it when I did.

As I blew Jack, I wiggled out of my underwear. After being interrupted yesterday, I had every intention of getting what I wanted today. I had wanted Kyle to be my first fuck, but I was more than willing to settle for Jack.

I pulled my mouth off Jack’s penis and looked up at him. “Get on top of me,” I said as I laid back on the ground.

“Uh… what?” Jack asked, staring stupidly between my legs.

“Get. On. Top. Of. Me.”

Gingerly and shaking a little, Jack got between my legs and lowered himself down so that his body was resting on mine. The shaft of his penis came into contact with my vagina, sending little sparks through me.

“Are we going to… actually… do it?” Jack asked, a little breathless.

“Yes,” I said simply. “Do you want to?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good.” I took Jack’s penis in my hand and lined it up so that the tip was touching my vagina. “Go ahead and push it in, ok?”

“Ok…”

Jack pushed with his hips, a little awkwardly. His erection deflected slightly and didn’t go in. I reached down and repositioned him and nodded. He pushed once again and the tip went into me.

“Yeah,” I whispered, placing a hand on Jack’s butt. “Yeah… that’s the right place… Just slide it in real slow… it’s my first time, too…”

“Ok…”

Jack steadied himself and pushed down and forward. A little bit of the shaft of his thirteen-year-old virgin penis slipped into my fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. He pushed in a little more, and now half of him was inside me.

I let out a sigh of pleasure, knowing that I was about to finally have a boy completely inside me.

“Oh! Oh, shit!” came a voice from not too far away. With a feeling of great dread, I looked over near some trees and saw… yes… Jordan. Standing there with a familiar look on his face.

Jack very quickly pulled back, the half of his penis that was inside me rapidly exciting as he said, “Jordan! Oh! Uh…” He grabbed his underwear and sprinted off into the trees.

Jordan stood there looking awkward. He said, “Hannah… I’m sorry… I didn’t-”

I stood up and pointing a finger at him. “No! Don’t say it! GO AWAY.”

Jordan stared at my naked body and then fled into the trees.

It took me a little while to finally track down Jack. He had made his way back to camp and was helping to work on the floor like nothing had happened. I caught his eye and nodded at him. He blushed a little and turned back to the floor.

Well, great. Now I’d nearly gotten laid twice and it didn’t seem like I was going to end up going all the way anytime soon. Not while Jordan was hanging around. I found him near the campfire and glared at him. I knew it wasn’t fair and it wasn’t his fault, but I was still pissed off at him.

That night after dinner we all sat down and started to discuss the new name for the island.

“What about Paradise Island?” Kim suggested.

Josh snorted. “What, from Wonder Woman?”

“Be nice,” I said, glaring at Josh. “What ideas do you have?”

“I don’t.”

“Ok. Who else has a name?”

“How about Shangri-La?” suggested Jack, trying not to look my way.

“What kind of name is that?” asked Andy.

“It’s from a book.”

“Treasure Island?” said Zach.

“No, a different one.”

“No, I mean as a name.”

“Ok,” I said to stop this. “So! We have Paradise Island, Shangri-La and Treasure Island. Any other ideas?”

Jordan meekly raised his hand.

Trying to calm my irrational irritation at my brother, I said, “Yes, Jordan?”

“Well… what about… Never-Never Island?”

“Like from Peter Pan?” asked Chad.

Jordan nodded.

There was a wave of reaction around the fire and I knew we had a winner. I figured we should still vote on it anyhow. Once all was done, we had one vote for Treasure Island and all the rest, including mine, for Never-Never Island.

“Ok! Never-Never Island it is!”

There was much applause and happiness around the fire, and Jordan then treated us all to a recitation of his favorite ghost story, which kept everyone entertained until bedtime. I sat there with my lingering resentment fading slowly. My brother really was a nice guy, it was just too bad he’d kept me from getting laid not once, but twice.

After the stories were over it was bedtime. Before we all went to sleep, everyone went out into a designated part of the water to take care of certain lavatory needs. When that was done, we all got ready for bed. As I was getting the blanket Kim and I would share ready to go, Jordan came up to me.

“Hannah? Can I talk with you privately for a moment?”

I looked at him, ready to bite his head off, but drove the impulse down. “Alright. Kim, finish getting the blanket ready, ok? We’ll be right back.”

“Ok!”

I walked with Jordan down to the beach and away from the camp. After we turned around a little bend, he started to talk.

“I’m sorry I walked in on you earlier.”

“It’s ok,” I said a little gruffly.

“No, I mean, I know I probably pissed you off. I didn’t know you were there, or I wouldn’t have walked up.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I know.” I smiled at my brother. “I know you didn’t meant to interrupt anything. It was just a little… annoying. That’s all.”

We continued to walk as we talked, our path taking us towards the ocean.

“Were you guys actually…” Jordan trailed off for a moment and before I could answer finished his question. “Were you guys actually, you know, doing it?”

“Which time?”

“Uh… well, the first time?”

I’d always been close to Jordan and never lied to him. I decided not to change that now. “No, we weren’t. But we were about to.”

“Oh? How close were you?”

I giggled a little. “Well, the tip was all the way inside me.”

“Oh!” Jordan giggled a little, too, and brushed some hair out of his face. In the light of the gibbous moon I could see his penis was sticking up under his shirt again. I’d often wondered if my oldest brother might be gay. He never dated girls, he looked kind of feminine and, well, giggled. But if he was getting a hardon over this, he probably was straight.

“What about with you and Jack?”

“What about it?”

“Well… I mean… it looked like he was…” Jordan trailed off.

I sighed. “He had about half of his penis inside me, you walked up, he pulled out, that was that.”

“Oh, god! I’m really sorry I interrupted you two now!” Jordan continued with another giggle. “How long have you guys been doing it?”

I shook my head. “That would’ve been the first time I’d ever had sex with anyone.”

“Oh! Wow, I’m so sorry, Hannah! I know I’d be pissed off if someone interrupted my first chance to get laid. Whenever THAT finally happens.” Jordan brushed the hair out of his face again. “Do girls get blue-balls?” he asked with a grin.

“Shut up, bitch,” I said, smiling and pushing against him a little.

Jordan laughed again, his stiff penis bobbing out from under his shirt once more.

Looking down at it, I said, “Damn, boy. Why are you even bothering with the shirt at this point?”

Jordan looked down at this penis, and probably blushed, though I couldn’t tell in the moonlight. “What, do you think I should take it off?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. We’re all probably going to end up naked eventually. If nothing else, it IS good to have the fabric for bandages.”

“Yeah, but you still have your panties,” Jordan pointed out.

“True.” I thought for a moment then shrugged. “Fuck it. We’re all family. Who cares?” With that I hooked my fingers into them and let them drop. I stepped out of the panties and picked them up, carrying them in my hand.

Jordan watched me strip and then shrugged as well and pulled his t-shirt off, revealing… well, frankly, one of the best looking bodies I’d ever seen on a boy. He was on the skinny side, but still nicely built and had, I could now easily see, a VERY attractive penis.

I instantly felt a surge of desire for my brother, which I quickly quashed, but then I started to wonder why I hammered it down. I mean, we were on an island in the middle of fucking nowhere. If I had sex with my brother, who was going to know? The idea was kind of yucky, but still very appealing for some reason. And, anyhow, if I was going to already commit incest with my cousin, then this wouldn’t be much different. Plus I was really, really horny.

“Ok, I’ll admit,” I said as we started walking along the beach again. “We girls don’t get the same problems boys have, but what we DO get is very frustrated and pretty horny.”

“Oh, so when I interrupted you guys…”

“Yeah, it kept me from standing a chance of getting off.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Hannah.”

I stopped in my walking and turned towards Jordan. “How sorry are you?”

He blinked. “Uhm… really sorry?”

“Well,” I said as I took a step towards him. “There’s a way you can help.”

“Oh?” he asked in a slightly higher pitched voice.

I raised a hand and ran it through my brother’s long hair, then down onto his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, I moved my hand down and took hold of his penis. Jordan let out a gasp of surprise. I stepped closed and placed my other hand on his butt.

“Ha… Hannah…?”

“I want you to fuck me, Jordan,” I whispered, feeling a little dizziness as I said the words.

“You… what?”

“I was about to have Kyle inside me. He didn’t get to get into there all the way. Neither did Jack.” I took another deep breath and started stroking his penis. “So I want you inside me instead.”

“But… but… you’re my sister!”

“I know. I don’t care.” I kept stroking his penis slowly.

Jordan’s face showed the struggle between his desire and his intellect. “But Hannah… we can’t…”

“Yes, we can. Lie down.”

Rather awkwardly, Jordan lowered himself onto the ground, laying on the sand of the beach. I kept my hand on his penis, afraid to let go in case he changed his mind. Then I straddled him at the waist and began rubbing the tip of his erection against my wet vagina.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, ok, Jordan?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” His eyes were fixed to our groins.

Yet again, I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I lined Jordan up properly and then, hoping against hope that we wouldn’t be interrupted, I backed up slowly, feeling just a bit of pressure and then the strangest sensation in the world as my virgin fifteen-year-old vagina began to slip slowly down my younger brother’s fourteen-year-old virgin penis. When I stopped, I knew he was all the way inside me.

I looked down at Jordan. His eyes were closed and he had an expression of total bliss on his face. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting fucked by him, and from the look he had, the feeling was mutual.

I lifted myself up a little, and then lowered back onto Jordan, moving slowly up and down on his penis. It felt really good having my brother inside me like this. I knew that I’d made the right choice.

“Oh, Hannah…” Jordan whispered, opening his eyes and looking up at me. “Oh, this feels wonderful…”

“Yeah…” I rode him for about a minute and then said, “Do you wanna be on top?”

“Ok.”

I lifted off Jordan and laid down in the sand, spreading my legs wide. He lowered himself on top of me and touched the tip of his penis to my vagina.

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

Jordan gave a little push with his hips and sank his penis back into me. I let out a moan as he started slowly moving back and forth, fucking me into a world of pleasure like none I’d ever pictured before. THIS was what I’d wanted so much. To have a boy inside my vagina. To be getting laid.

“Oh… Hannah, this feels so good…” Jordan whispered, looking down at me, his hair swinging as he fucked me.

“Yeah…” I cupped my brother’s butt, feeling the muscles move as he screwed me.

“Oh… Hannah…? What do you want… me to do… when I cum…?”

“You can cum inside me,” I whispered. “I’m on the Pill,” I lied. I wasn’t, but I didn’t want him to stop, and I figured the odds of him getting me pregnant were slim.
Jordan’s thrusts increased in speed and he started to moan. I knew he was getting close. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get as much pleasure from him as I could before he climaxed. If I was very lucky, I’d get my own orgasm, too.

That wasn’t to be. Jordan started shaking and moaning and then pushed hard and deep inside my body. I felt my brother’s penis start kicking inside my vagina as he fired his sperm into me. Even though it wasn’t nearly enough to make me cum, it still felt very good.

After Jordan was done cumming he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I held him tight, feeling very close to him. Well, of course I was about as close as I could be, given that his penis was still inside my vagina, but emotionally I felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. That was a nice thing.

“Thank you, Hannah,” whispered Jordan.

I squeezed his butt with my hands and his penis with my vaginal muscles and said, “You’re welcome. Now stop walking in on me when I’m trying to get fucked.”
Jordan giggled, making his body shake a little. “I promise.”

“You’re still inside me,” I whispered, a few moments later.

“Yeah, I know… do you want me to pull out?”

“No. Do you want to start fucking me again, though?”

“Sure!”

I let my eyes look up at the stars as my brother started moving again, working his penis back and forth inside my vagina. This was so wonderful. I knew I’d made the right choice by having sex with Jordan. Yes, it would’ve been nice with Kyle or with Jack, and I figured it probably would be in the future, cause I certainly planned to sleep with them both, but losing my virginity to my brother seemed very… right… somehow.

“Let’s roll over,” I whispered.

“Ok.”

It was an awkward maneuver for two people who’d been virgins until less than half an hour ago, especially on sand, but eventually, and without Jordan having to pull out, he and I managed to roll over, leaving me on top of him. I let out happy mewling sound as my brother’s penis slid deeper into my vagina than it had been when he was on top.

“Ah… yeah, that’s what I like…” I smiled at my brother.

“It’s real nice, yeah…”

I began to slowly ride Jordan’s penis, placing my hands on his smooth chest as I slid up and down on him. It was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life, and got even better when Jordan reached up to play with my breasts as we fucked.

It that final stimulation, combined with how beautiful my younger brother looked naked in the moonlight, that at last pushed me over the edge. I started moaning and squirming on Jordan’s penis as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing from my vagina out over my entire body. I let myself be lost in bliss.
My orgasm apparently triggered Jordan’s second one, because I felt his penis start spasming inside my vagina as his sperm was released into me. I pictured it swimming through my body and making me pregnant which, for some reason, turned me on even more, sending a new blast of pleasure through me.

Once we were both done cumming, I got off Jordan, feeling a twinge of regret as his penis slipped out of my vagina. We laid there next to each other on the sand, both breathing hard, lost in our thoughts.

“That was incredible,” Jordan finally said.

“Yeah.” I looked up at the moon, which had moved quite a bit since we’d started. “We probably should wash off a little and get back to the camp.”

“Yeah, ok.”

The two of us got up and splashed out into the ocean where we rinsed the sand and sweat off our bodies. Then we grabbed what little clothes we had, put them on and started to walk back to camp.

Before we got to camp, Jordan said, “Hannah?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we did that.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime?”

“Hell, yeah.”

Jordan grinned. “Cool.”

Everyone was already in bed by the time we got back. Jordan made his way to the blanket he was sharing with Chad and I got down next to Kim.

As I settled next to her, she whispered, “Where were you guys?”

“We were just walking on the beach.”

“Oh, ok. Good night, Hannah.”

“Good night.”

As I drifted off to sleep I considered the fact that I had my brother’s sperm swimming through my body, trying to make me pregnant. I wondered if I’d actually get pregnant from him. It was certainly possible. I guess I’d have at least some idea once my next period was supposed to roll around.

My mind drifted off into a bizarre pseudo-dream about prenatal care as I slowly fell into the embrace of slumber.

* * *

By the time the fourth day on Never-Never Island had rolled around, we’d all established a pretty set routine. We all got up at the same time as the sun rose. Usually Kim and I would get up first and get some breakfast going. Then the boys would wake up and eat. We’d all discuss our plans for the day and then go out and do them.

The only real exception to the day, in fact, was that Jordan came out of the cave naked, and announced that he planned to stay that way. Why bother with clothes, he pointed out, when we needed the fabric for other things. He and I traded a quiet smile with each other at that. I figured that by the end of the week, we’d probably all end up naked.

Meantime, for today, in my continuing efforts at making sure everyone did something different each day, I decided I’d try my hand at fishing, and I’d take with me my cousin Chad, giving him a break from the construction work.

Now, a good question is: why wasn’t I taking Jack or Kyle along? Well, cause I didn’t want sex interfering with the work that honestly needed to be done. Yes, Chad was brother to Kyle, but still I didn’t think it would be an issue with him since he was only twelve. Besides, I had plans with Kyle for later tonight and with Jack for tomorrow.

Chad was, in many ways, a prototypical ADD boy. I was amazed that he’d been able to concentrate at all on working on the floor project. I guess that the prospect of having to sleep with bugs focused his mind wonderfully.

Fishing apparently didn’t have the same effect. He and I waded out into the water up to our waists and spent about an hour casting our improvised poles. I managed to get two fish during that time, but Chad kept getting distracted.

“This is boring,” he said, stomping around in the water.

I sighed. “Look, Chad, we need to eat.”

He shrugged. “We have plenty of food already.”

“Yes, but the thing about food, see, is that you eat it each day. If we want to have MORE food we need to get some more fish.”

“I know,” he conceded. “It’s just boring, that’s all.”

“Well, look, just catch one fish and…” I thought quickly and finally gave a little mental shrug. I knew exactly what I’d give him for a present. He’d get laid for the first time. What the hell. I was going to probably wind up having sex with every boy on the island anyhow, and if I could use it as a tool to get the boys to do whatever they needed to do, that would be worth it. “And I’ll give you a special present.”

“What sort of present?” he asked skeptically.

“You’ll see.”

Chad sighed. “Fine.”

It took nearly two more hours before Chad was finally able to reel in a fish. Mind you, I’d reeled in a total of five by that point, but at least he managed to get something. Plus the look of success on his face as he finally pulled it in was really nice to see.

“Nicely done,” I said to him as we collected everything.

“Thanks!”

“Now… as for your surprise… let’s get these fish back to Kim and Zack and let them get them ready for dinner, then we’ll get to your surprise.”

“Ok, cool.”

Chad started walking, me a couple steps behind, checking him out. He was wearing only his boxers, which were very wet and clinging to his waist in interesting ways. From what I could see of his penis under the fabric, it looked like it probably wasn’t going to be all that big. Still, having made up my mind to have him fuck me I began to look at what was good about his body and emphasize that. Besides, given that I’d only had one penis truly inside me so far, maybe getting a smaller one for my second would be better.

After dropping off the fish, I took Chad on a little walk out into the trees. We walked and talked until we were a good distance away from not only the camp, but also the ponds, the caves, and virtually everything else. I wanted to make sure we didn’t have, say, Jordan, walk in on us.

Once we were in a nicely secluded area, I turned to Chad. “Ok. Time for your surprise.”

“Ok, cool.”

“Take off your boxers,” I instructed my younger cousin as I pulled off my panties.

“What?” he asked blinking. “Why do you… need me to… take… off…” He trailed off, looking at my naked body.

“So that we can have sex. That’s your surprise. Assuming you want it, of course.” I smiled at him.

“Are you serious?” he breathed.

“Yes.”

Moving so fast he nearly fell over, Chad quickly got out of his boxers and stood there with his penis pointing almost straight up. I got a good look at it. He had almost no hair and was only about four inches long, but still looked pretty nice.

I took a step forward and gave his penis a couple tugs. “Very nice.”

“Thanks. Do we fuck now?” Chad asked eagerly.

I laughed. “Absolutely.” I laid on the ground and spread my legs. Chad got on top of me without me even needing to direct him. He took his penis in his hand and began thrusting around, trying to find the right place.

I laughed again. “You’re still a virgin, right?”

“Yeah.”

I took his penis and touched it against the entrance to my vagina, already very wet with anticipation. “Right there.”

“Ok.”

Chad looked down to watch as he pushed forward and smoothly, easily, slipped every bit of his virgin twelve-year-old penis into my tight fifteen-year-old vagina. It was just that simple. None of the screwing around, going slow business I’d had with Jack or Kyle. He just slipped right into me.

“Aw… fuck, yeah, that feels good…” Chad whispered as he sank into me. Then he was off, fucking me quickly and enthusiastically, his virginity a distant, fading memory.

I closed my eyes and grinned, enjoying the sensation of having my second penis inside me. It wasn’t as nice as getting fucked by Jordan had been, but it was still really good. I wrapped my legs around my cousin as he fucked me and simply enjoyed myself.

“Ah… ah… oh, god… yeah… here I go… I’m cumming… OOOOOH!” Chad screwed up his face and I felt his penis start jumping around inside me as he climaxed.

Well, I thought, holding my cousin’s naked, sweaty body on top of me, THIS won’t go down as the best sex ever. Still, for what it had been, it felt good, so that was ok. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and squeezed his bare ass.

“So did you like it?” I asked.

“FUCK YEAH,” Chad said with a grin.

“Good. Now get off me.”

Chad sat back, his still hard preteen penis withdrawing from my vagina. He grinned. “So the rumour I heard was true, huh?”

I sat up and looked at him. “What rumour?”

“I’d heard you were being fucked by Jack yesterday and Jordan walked in on you two.”

I shrugged and pulled on my panties. “That’s mostly true, except that Jack wasn’t all the way in me.”

Chad grinned and grabbed his boxers, putting them on. “Wow. So I lost my virginity before he lost his, huh? Good.”

I laughed. “Good to see the healthy spirit of competition is alive and well.”

“Do you care if I brag to him about it? You know? Rub his face in it?”

I rolled my eyes. “You can if you really want to, but if it hadn’t been for Jordan, you would’ve lost your virginity AFTER Jack did.”

“Oh, yeah. There is that.” He shrugged. “Oh, well. I got laid. I’m happy.”

“Glad to hear it.” I stuck my tongue out at my cousin. “Let’s get back to the camp.”

“Alright.”

It was a little weird walking back with Chad, realizing that I’d basically just taken his virginity for the sake of taking his virginity. I don’t think he minded and I know I didn’t, but it was just a little weird to think about.

As soon as we were within range of the camp, Chad shouted out, “HEY, GUYS! GUESS WHO JUST GOT LAID!”

I smacked my hand on my forehead as all the kids who were there looked up at Chad in surprise. I grabbed him by the ear and yanked, getting a yelp from him.

“I said you could brag, I didn’t mean to everyone!”

I let go of his ear. Chad zipped off to talk with his brothers. Then my stomach did a bit of a flip as Jordan, still gloriously nude, walked up to me.

“You had sex with Chad?” he asked.

I blushed. “Look, I… well, yes.”

“Oh.” Jordan was quiet for a moment. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I’m going to wind up having sex with every boy here, I’m pretty sure. There’s no reason not to, really. And it’s a good tool for motivation.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Damn,” he said.

“I’m jealous,” he said.

“Of them? But you get to fuck me, too, when you want to.” I smiled shyly at my brother.

Jordan blushed a little and shook his head. “No, I’m jealous of… er… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Cause you get to have sex with all the boys here and I mumble mumble.”

“What?” I asked.

Jordan sighed. “Cause you get to have sex with all the boys here and I don’t get to.”

“Oh,” I said into the crowded silence that followed.

“Yeah.”

“So… you’re gay?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” I thought. “Then why…?”

“Cause I always wanted to try it with a girl and see what it was like. I know what it’s like with boys, but I wanted to try a girl, too.”

“Oh.”

Jordan smiled at me and I saw his penis twitch and harden. “For what it’s worth, I really liked it.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess,” I said with a smile as I reached out to give his penis a couple tugs.

Jordan grinned. “Yeah. So when are you going to fuck Taylor and Zach, then?”

I paused as I considered our two youngest brothers. “I hadn’t really thought about that.” I shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”

“Well, when you do, let me know which of us is best.” Jordan smiled again.

I laughed. “I’ll do that!”

“So who you going to do next?”

“Probably Jack and Kyle. They almost did it with me. I need to make up for lost time.”

“Cool. Just wait until you get to Josh. He’s pretty good in bed,” he said as his penis twitched and hardened.

I looked at Jordan’s impish face. “You little pervo!” I said, laughing.

“Hey, I’m not the one that lost my virginity to my little brother,” Jordan pointed out.

“No,” I retorted. “You’re the one who lost your virginity to his older sister.”

Jordan grinned impishly. “Oh, yeah!” He did a couple pelvic thrusts.

I laughed and smacked him on the arm. “Weirdo.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

At that point I noticed it was starting to get kind of late in the afternoon. Jordan and I walked back to the firepit and I started to get ready to make dinner. It was going to be the usual, which was starting to get really, really old. Still, food was food. I would’ve killed for a little lemon, some garlic and butter for the fish, though.

After we were all done eating, and I’d received a lot of significant looks from all the boys, I came up to Kyle and Jack and said to them, “I think there’s something we need to go finish doing.”

My cousins traded looks with each other, both clearly surprised to hear that the other one was involved. I put an arm around each of their shoulders and let them off towards the pond, making sure no one else was following us.

*** THAT’S ALL, FOLKS! ***

So what went wrong here? Why did I give up on this promising tale after writing so much of it?

Part of it’s pretty obvious. I’m repeating a plot device (bored, slutty girl seduces every boy in sight), I’ve used already and in better stories (The “Chasing Colt” and “College Guys” series).

I also made the plot insanely complex and overly convoluted. I had to find a reasonable way to get each boy laid with the girls and with each other and do so in a reasonably plausible way. This seemed unlikely the deeper into the story I got.

There were also too many characters and too many repeating archetypes. There’s the sensitive boy who ends up gay, the slutty girl, the incestual twins (yeah, that was coming up… tell me you didn’t see it), and others.

In the end, this story was just too much to manage. I didn’t want to junk it entirely, though, so I thought I’d make lemonade from lemons (well, and water and sugar), and post it up like it is.

So there you go. It’s not the worst of my stories by a long shot, but far from the best, and never had any potential to be really much of anything at all. Still, I’m glad you’re getting the chance to see it, warts and all. Unformated, unchecked, un-everything! I didn’t even proof-read this puppy! Now THAT’S… er… well… something. Yes. Indeed.

Take care, kids!

SPECIAL BONUS!

At one point the boys were going to get together and serenade Hannah with a song they wrote. I couldn’t bear to lose it entirely since I spent a lot of time writing it. Here’s their dreadful little tune.
(a one, a two, a one, two, many, lots!)

Island Song

Oooooooooh…!
We’re stuck here on the Island!
We don’t know when we’ll go!
We’re stuck here on the Island!
Oh, how we miss the snow!
We’re stuck here on the Island!
Don’t got a lot to do!
We’re stuck here on the Island!
And so we suck and screw!
Life here on the Island,
Can be a lot of fun!
We used to be virgins,
Each and every one!
But now thanks to Hannah,
And that place between her legs,
None of us are virgins,
Cause of where we stuck our pegs!
So come here to the Island,
And take us all back home!
If you bring us back,
We promise not to roam!
But if we have to stay here,
At least our lives won’t suck.
Not while we have Hannah,
And she lets us fuck!

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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