First Time

Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 2

Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 2
By
Caliboy1999

Setting his notepad down, Adam glanced at the clock on his phone. Becky should be home by now. The lesson plan for Wednesday evening youth group could wait. The past couple of days had been rough. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep old memories locked away.

He cycled through the contacts on his phone until he found Becky’s. As he pressed her number, he thought about their relationship over the past year. He had met her the first week of his sophomore year. They’d met at church but had become friends when they found themselves in the same Intro to Physics class. He was interested in the ministry, and Becky wanted to become a teacher, and neither was very good at physics, so naturally, they teamed up as study-buddies. By the end of the fall semester, Adam asked Becky out, and they’d been casually dating ever since.

“Hey, Adam, how’s Wakefield treating you?” came the voice from the other end of the call.

“Sup, Becks? Not bad. Wish you’d stayed in town for the summer. I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re not around.”

The laughter on the other end brought a smile to Adam’s face. She said, “I know the feeling. I felt the same way. Then I ran into some of my old girlfriends. We’re going to go catch a movie this Friday night.”

“Sounds fun,” Adam said. He really did miss his girlfriend. Whenever Becky was around, the creeping feelings locked away were gone. No, not entirely gone, but certainly held at bay and under control. Now, a week and a half after starting this summer youth pastor gig, he felt shaky and afraid that everything he’d done to put his old self away was slowly unraveling. If Becky wasn’t half a continent away, he knew he could conquer these unbidden thoughts.

“When are you planning on coming back into town for the fall semester?”

More laughter, “Jeeze, Adam, the summer’s barely underway, and you’re already trying to get me back to out there. Probably won’t make it back until mid-August. You think you can manage without me until then?”

Adam put more cheer into his voice than he felt, “Of course, Becks. Did I mention I’m taking the kids up to Six Flags tomorrow?”

“Better you than me. I don’t like roller coasters.”

“Note to self, no dates that include roller coasters,” Adam said with a chuckle.

By the time Becky had to get off the phone, Adam felt better, back in control. He told himself there wasn’t really any reason for him to feel the way he had. None of the kids in the youth group looked at all like Clint, and he had nothing to worry about. But the less he thought about Jacob, the better.

***

“Mom, do I have to?” Isaiah said as his mom pulled into the church’s parking lot.

“Yes. You’ll have fun, I’m sure of it,” Amanda said as she parked the car.

Isaiah wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t like his mom was giving him any options. When he climbed out of the car, she handed him a couple of twenty-dollar bills. “For meals. Don’t spend it on the midway, until after you’ve eaten. Promise?”

“Yeah,” Isaiah said, although he wasn’t sure what a midway was or why it would cost money. Looking at the two bills in his hand, he added, “Didn’t you say that money’s tight. If I don’t go, you’d save forty bucks.”

Chuckling, his mom gave him a quick hug, “Think you’re getting sneaky. Go on, have fun.”

The older kids sat at the back of the fifteen-passenger van while the younger took the seats toward the front. That put Isaiah on the seat right behind the driver’s seat. Jason, the preacher’s kid, sat next to him. Beside him sat one of the girls from the eighth grade, whose name Isaiah couldn’t remember.

The drive on the interstate was uneventful. Their driver, Adam, stayed in the right lane almost the entire way. And Isaiah was miserable the whole time. He glanced at his seatmates from time to time. Jason was interesting. Even though he was only twelve, he looked more mature. He even had a bit of fine hair over his upper lip. And, he was even more attractive than Josh. And that left Isaiah with a painful lump in his throat. There wasn’t any reason to say anything. The girl on the other side of Jason occupied the other boy’s attention.

The ninety minutes it took them to arrive at Six Flags felt like the longest ninety minutes of his young life. The other kids were obviously friends with one another and were ready to go on the rides as soon as they could get their tickets and get inside the park.

When they assembled by the Econoline’s sliding door, Adam came around and gave everyone their tickets. “Hey, everyone. Your parents expect me to have you home by eleven. That means we’ve got to meet up in front of the carousel no later than eight-thirty. That still gives you upwards of ten hours.”

As Isaiah fingered the edge of his ticket, the youth pastor added, “Next up, nobody goes off by themselves. Buddy up into groups of 2 or more.”

The boy’s heart sank as the other kids grouped themselves together, leaving him standing next to Adam. He felt something burn at the back of his eyes when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He glanced up into Adam’s face. The young man squeezed his shoulder, “How about the two of us buddy up, Isaiah?”

That kindness reached from his green eyes to his red lips, and Isaiah felt that constriction in his throat loosen. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Adam raised his voice, “Alright, before we all run off to ride the Titan, everyone gather round, let’s say a quick prayer first.”

The boy felt his heart thunder in his chest when Adam took his hand. It didn’t lessen the moment when everyone joined hands as Adam said, “Heavenly Father, thanks for letting us make it up here safely…”

While the young man prayed, Isaiah tried to listen to the words, but the fact was, he was thankful Adam had stepped in as his buddy for the day. Adam hadn’t said anything weird to him since his mom buttonholed him in the fellowship hall a week and a half before. Maybe his mom hadn’t said anything about how he’d fallen out with Josh.

No sooner were the words “amen,” out of Adam’s mouth, than the group broke up into their smaller groups as everyone made their way toward the park’s entrance.

Adam fell in beside him as they followed the other kids. They were halfway across the expansive parking lot when he spoke, “You have a favorite ride?”

Isaiah shook his head, “No. Mom’s never had the time or money to take me. What about you?”

“Yeah. It’s old school, but I like the Shockwave. It’s been here since my parents were kids. You okay with riding the roller coasters?”

The boy felt an icy grip on his heart. The only roller coasters he’d ever seen had been on YouTube videos and TV. And they looked scary. He shrugged, “Dunno. Are they safe?”

Adam chuckled, “Very. Unless you’re pregnant or have a bad heart. Either of those a problem for you?”

Isaiah laughed, “No. Don’t be silly. Um, I guess we can try one.”

It took almost as long to get into the park as it took them to cross the parking lot. Even though the pandemic was under control and a vaccine available, there were still people wearing face masks and observing the old social distancing rules. It was easy enough. The blue circle with feet were placed every six feet from the start of the concourse, all the way to the gatehouse where attendants still took people’s temperatures before allowing people through the turnstiles.

Once they were inside the park, Adam pointed toward the carousel, spinning around with little kids and their parents. “Is that one you had in mind?”

Isaiah could hear the mirth in the youth leader’s tone. The boy squinted up at the young man before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. You’re too short for that ride.”

Laughing, Adam placed a hand on his shoulder, “Fine, let’s go find the Shockwave and see if it’s still as fun as I remember it.”

The walk over to the Shockwave would have been worse if the park had been crowded. For a Thursday morning is was surprisingly empty, just a few thousand souls enjoying the park’s thrills and rides. Isaiah stopped in the middle of the concrete path leading to the Shockwave as he watched a train of cars zip along through the double loops for which the ride was famous.

Adam’s hand returned to his shoulder, “You okay with this? We can start with something easier if you want.”

Feeling better with his youth pastor’s hand on his shoulder, Isaiah swallowed hard, “Yeah. I think so. Will they let us sit together?”

Nodding, Adam led him toward the ride.

The line started a couple of hundred feet away from the turnstiles that accessed the platform where the cars were unloaded and loaded. Most people ignored the blue markers for social distancing, and only a few wore masks. Isaiah didn’t miss his. The speed with which riders were whisked through the ride meant he and Adam soon were waiting their turn to load onto the next set of cars to cycle through.

As the roller coaster’s steel frame shook as the train of cars zoomed by overhead, Isaiah’s anxiety grew until, without realizing it, his hand gripped Adam’s.

“If you don’t want to ride this, we don’t have to,” the young man said, bending down close to his ear.

The thing was, Isaiah felt like he had to. Not just for himself, but to show Adam that he wasn’t a little baby. “I want to,” the boy growled as the gates separating the queue from the cars swung open.

Once they were seated and the mask-wearing attendant lowered the bar that secured the two of them in place, Adam must have felt him shaking with nerves. He reached out and put his larger hand over Isaiah’s smaller, “You’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

Then the cars shook as they rolled forward. Isaiah felt the car jolt as a long metal chain pulled the cars up a steep incline. He felt the rattling of the chain all the way into his teeth, as foot by foot, they pulled the train of cars upwards. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, they continued to climb. Then, when it seemed as though the whole world was on display below, they reached the top. The cars, propelled by nothing but gravity, went around a hundred-eighty-degree arc. No sooner had they turned a sharp corner then the floor fell out from under Isaiah. At least that was the sensation when the tracks fell down a steep drop. Isaiah’s hands gripped the bar resting against his lap even as Adam’s shout sounded joyous as he raised his hands in the air.

And then it was on them. The first loop came up faster than the boy could prepare for it, and as his head was forced against his chest, adrenaline shot through his still-eleven-year-old body. By the time the car took the second loop, Isaiah added his voice to Adam’s as he screamed, just for the heck of it. This wasn’t as bad as he feared.

With so much force propelling the cars forward, the boy was surprised when more controlling chains gripped the cars, throwing him and Adam against their harnesses and slowing the cars down, before letting them continue onward, around another sharp bend. With a few more twists and turns as well as a couple of more sharp drop-offs, the train of cars looped back around to the starting point.

Once they were out, Isaiah, still on his adrenaline high, yelped, “That was freaking awesome! Can we ride it again?”

***

The change in the boy’s demeanor brought a wide grin to Adam’s face as they queued up for the Shockwave again. The line was even shorter their second time around. Now, as the car lurched forward and started up the long climb to the top of the ride, he glanced at the boy sitting beside him. Gone was the fearful expression. In its place was an intense look of expectation. The only thing remaining the same the second time up the steep climb was Isaiah’s hand clenched to his.

After the cars careened around the U-turn, they plunged a hundred feet toward the ground before heading into the first loop. Taking Isaiah’s hand in his, Adam raised it into the air as his voice was ripped out of his lungs on the plunge down the roller coaster’s steel-shod tracks. Around and around the two loops they flew. The five Gs of gravity forced his head against his chest until they shot out of the second loop. The boy’s giddy laughter was music in Adam’s ears. He had come close to making one of the other groups of kids take Isaiah with them, but as they were shaken around the track, instinctively, Adam knew he’d made the right choice.

The rest of the morning flew by as they rode Mr. Freeze and the Tower of Power rides. As they came off the Tower of Power for the second time, Isaiah seemed to wilt a bit under the hot north Texan sun. It was, if Adam was honest with himself, time to hydrate and eat.

Resting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, he said, “How about we get a drink and food? There are lots of places around here to eat.”

“Yeah. I could eat. But I’m pretty thirsty.”

“Sit down or grab-and-go?”

The boy’s expression grew thoughtful, “Can we rest for a bit?”

Adam nodded as he guided his charge through the thin crowd. He took the boy over to Johnny Rockets, one of the park’s larger sit-down restaurants, where they ordered hamburgers.

After finishing his burger, Adam found his eyes taking in the boy’s every detail. His dark brown hair was a darker shade than the milk-chocolate of his eyes. At a shade under four and a half feet, Isaiah was the shortest kid in the youth group, although sitting down at the moment, it wouldn’t have been noticed. His cheeks were tanned, although, at times when embarrassed, crimson would flush away the light brown of the boy’s tan. The boy, Adam’s subconscious mind decided, had perfect skin, unblemished by puberty’s cruelty.

Without realizing his mind going there, it wasn’t Clint to whom Adam compared the boy, but to Jacob. When he realized what he was doing, Adam tried to shut the thoughts down. Although all Isaiah shared with Jacob was his age, that was all. With a slight shake of his head, Adam amended the thought. There was nothing to compare. Not at all.

Still, his mind wouldn’t entirely let go of that unhealthy thread. In the deep recesses of Adam’s subconscious, his brain worked over the connection. Then, as the boy finished his meal, the youth pastor saw, not Clint, not even Jacob, but himself in the features of the not-quite-twelve-year-old. As they left the restaurant, despite the near one-hundred degree heat, an iciness gripped Adam’s insides as his mind worked over the implications. Was he Isaiah’s Clint?

Oh, God, no! Adam quietly prayed even as his young charge was entirely oblivious to his newly awakened fear. Isaiah said, “Isn’t there a train that goes around the park?”

There was. Pretty much the only ride to survive the parks’ more than fifty years of operation was the railroad. Fortunately, the walk toward the nearest depot was only a few minutes. And their timing couldn’t have been better. A few other people waited as the train pulled into the station. It was an old-style steam engine pulling three passenger carriages. A few people got off the train before the depot attendant opened the gate and let the handful of people, including Adam and Isaiah, find their seats in the open-air carriages.

Isaiah ran on ahead, climbing aboard the middle carriage. When Adam joined him, the boy leaned against his arm as they waited for the train to depart the depot. After a bit, the carriage jolted and rolled forward. Isaiah murmured, “I was worried I wouldn’t have a good time. But this has been so much fun. Thanks.”

Adam had walled away his fears. He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about. The boy was as safe with him as he’d be with his own mom. “Me, too. Now that you’re no longer afraid of roller coasters, which one do you want to do next?”

“Can we try the Giant? It looks huge.”

“Yeah. You bet.” He enjoyed the feel of the youngster leaning against his side. Despite errant mental wanderings related to Clint and Jacob, the balance of Adam’s mind wondered if he could be a positive role-model for Isaiah. The way the boy clung to his side left him convinced he needed a positive role model.

The wait for the Texas Giant was the longest so far, but it was still only fifteen minutes. They rode it twice before they headed over to the Titan. By the time evening rolled around, Adam and Isaiah rode the train around the park a couple of more times, although the boy’s head rested against Adam’s chest the last go-around as he slept.

Adam wasn’t surprised that a couple of the groups of kids didn’t show up until almost nine. Knowing how he was at that age, he’d budgeted more time to collect everyone.

The drive back to their hometown was a lot quieter than the drive up. Most of the kids were asleep before they left the metroplex. He could see Isaiah in the rearview mirror, with his head lolled back on the seatback. He could also see Jason and Meredith, also on the front row. The tall seventh grader’s head rested against the girl’s bushy red curls. Both were passed out. As ninety-minute drives went, it was peaceful, with only the occasional murmured voice breaking the silence.

The church parking lot was half-full of cars when he pulled into the van’s normal space. Parents leaned against the sides of vehicles, quietly talking among themselves, patiently waiting for their kids to spill out of the van, in their zombie-like trances.

One by one, cars pulled away, taking their tired charges home until Adam found himself alone. Or nearly so. As he opened the van’s sliding door, Isaiah slept, his head tilted back. The youth leader spun around, scanning the parking lot and surrounding streets. They were empty.

What the hell? he thought. All the parents knew they were supposed to pick their kids up no later than eleven. Another glance at his watch showed it was already ten minutes after.

Adam opened the passenger’s side door and grabbed a notebook full of permission slips. When he found the one signed by the boy’s mom, he put the number she had left into the phone. But before he could press the dial button, an older model Chevy pulled into the parking lot. Amanda Clayton climbed out of the car, her hair a disheveled mess.

When she came over to Adam, her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry, Adam. I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, it was already eleven.”

Her eyes roamed about, “Where’s Isaiah?”

His lips turned upwards at the woman’s distress, Adam opened the sliding door, revealing her sleeping son. “All safe and sound.”

Relief washed over the woman’s face, “Oh, thank God. Had me worried for a moment. How’d he do? He wasn’t too much trouble, I hope.”

Adam shook his head, “Not at all. He was a delight.”

A note of relief in her voice, Amanda said, “That’s good to know. He doesn’t make friends very easily. I was a bit worried the other kids wouldn’t take to him.”

Uncertain how to respond, Adam pressed his lips together before finally admitting the truth, “Well, he didn’t really bond with the other kids, Amanda. When they broke into groups, he ended up with me. I hope that’s okay.”

Staring at her son, still asleep in the seat, Amanda’s brows knit in worry. “I guess. After he lost his friend, Josh, I kinda hoped he’d make more friends in the youth group.”

Adam didn’t want to pry, but the boy’s mother had strongly hinted whatever had happened between Isaiah and his friend still troubled her. “Give it more time. He’s a really sweet kid. He’ll make more friends.”

Amanda smiled and rested a hand briefly on Adam’s arm, “Thanks for looking out for him, Adam. I’m grateful you see how special he is. I know you’re only here at Wakefield through the end of the summer, but I’ll be forever grateful for any mentoring you do.”

Seeing the sleeping boy, Adam felt a desire to protect the boy from the harshness of the world. For now, there wasn’t any thought about his own troubled past or how similar Isaiah was to himself at that age. He simply wanted to be there for the boy.

Adam said, “My pleasure, Amanda. How about we get him awake so you guys can get home.

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Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 1

Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 1
By
Caliboy1991

Noise filtered into the large classroom next to the fellowship hall. As the small, black hand on the wall-clock edged toward the ten, the room filled up with junior and senior high students. Standing near the metal podium at the front of the room, Adam’s heart raced. Aside from a public speaking class the previous semester, he had never spoken in front of a group before, even teenagers, arguably the most challenging group to talk to.

As the students eyed his unfamiliar face, Adam second-guessed his decision to be the youth pastor intern at Wakefield Community Church for the summer. What had he been thinking? Sure, he wanted to go into the ministry, and what better way to dip his toe in the water than to be the Youth Intern for the small church’s youth group?

As the clock struck ten, he remembered Pastor Rich’s words during his interview a couple of weeks before, “Wakefield can’t afford a full-time youth pastor, Adam. We rely on college students, like yourself, to fill in during the summer. Organize our summer programs, which includes a few trips to Six Flags and the like, and to organize the kids to help out with Vacation Bible School in July. What with the pandemic, summer camp’s been canceled this year, that’s pretty much it, except leading the youth group’s Sunday school lesson.”

About two dozen kids stared back at him. They knew he was just there for the summer.

Adam cleared his throat, glanced down at his notes, and said, “Let’s see a show of hands, everyone who’s glad school is out, raise them high.”

The older kids shared glances as they tentatively raised their hands into the air. Raising hands wasn’t cool. The younger students were louder in their appreciation.

Adam shifted gears, “We’ve got some great plans this summer. Despite the last year and a half of this pandemic, we’re going to have an awesome time. As you can tell, some things are a bit different today. Jason, your spring Youth Intern, graduated, and now y’all get me. I’m Adam Weston, and I’m not the only person new today. This week, all the kids who just graduated from the sixth grade are now in the youth group. So, let’s welcome our new seventh graders and get them to stand up, please.”

A halfhearted smattering of applause welcomed the four kids who rose from their seats. Adam nodded toward a willowy girl sitting on the second row, “Ladies first. Please tell everyone your name and something unusual about yourself.”

The girl flushed with two dozen sets of eyes on her, “Um, I’m Tiffany Echols. Something unusual? I was born in Canada.”

Adam pointed to another girl. She was heavyset with frizzy red hair, “Hi…I’m Laura Manningham. I, uh, made the honor roll all last year.”

The third student was a boy. For a twelve-year-old, he was tall. Almost five and a half feet and platinum blond. He grinned sheepishly as several of the other kids waved and smiled at him. “I’m Jason Madsen. I guess it would be cheating to say that my dad’s the pastor here. Something folks might not know is that I’m adopted.”

The final student standing was in the last row of chairs. Physically, he was the opposite of the other boy. He was fully a foot shorter than Jason, with dark brown hair that hadn’t seen a comb in several days. “Um, I’m Isaiah. Something unique? I dunno… I’ll be the youngest seventh-grader in school. My birthday was the week before the cut-off.”

Unlike Jason’s treble adolescent voice, Isaiah’s voice was clear and unbroken. Unlike the other newly minted seventh graders, Adam worried the last boy, because of his clearly pre-adolescent look, wouldn’t fit in as well as the three other seventh graders. For reasons he wouldn’t dwell on, Adam decided he would do what he could to help the youngster acclimate to the youth group.

Then, Adam went around to the other twenty kids and had everyone else introduce themselves. There was no way he’d remember everyone’s names, but it was a good start.

Leaning against the podium, Adam felt a bit more acclimated. After leading the group in a short prayer, he opened his Bible, “Anyone familiar with the story of Shadrach, Meshack, and Abednego?”

Hands flew up around the room, just as he’d anticipated. He smiled, “I’ll admit, those guys were pretty tight. They had it all. Good standing, prestige, and all that. It turned out pretty good for them. And they’re heroes in the Old Testament. But I want to talk about someone else. Who can tell me who was Ruth, and what was she known for?”

Jason, one of the new seventh graders, raised his hand. Adam bit back a smirk. Count on the preacher’s kid to know the answer. He pointed to the youngster, “It’s probably cheating to call on the pastor’s son, but go on.”

With a touch of crimson in his cheeks, the boy said, “She was a foreigner in Israel. And she was an ancestor of King David.”

With nerves slowly calming from the newness of standing in front of the group, Adam stepped to the side of the podium, “Right. But why include her story in the Bible?”

He called on one of the girls on the front row, and the remainder of the time passed by, as Adam discussed Ruth’s loyalty for her mother-in-law and how she was a conduit of change. As the class broke up, he said, “There are permission slips on the table next to the donuts. If you’re going to Six Flags, pick one up before you leave. Try to have them back by next week with your money.”

Adam straightened the chairs and threw away the empty donut box before turning the light off. He hadn’t gone more than a few steps into the fellowship hall when a young woman came over to him. Right behind her was the other seventh-grade boy. She wore her brown hair in a simple ponytail and wore only a touch of makeup. There was no way she was a day over thirty. “Mr. Weston –“

Stopping, Adam offered his hand, “Please, just Adam. Mrs…”

The woman’s shake was delicate, “Miss Clayton. But, please just Amanda. I’m Isaiah’s mom.”

She turned, “Isaiah, honey, why don’t you go on upstairs and grab a pew. I’ll be along directly.”

The boy looked disappointed at being dismissed, but he gave a tiny wave at Adam and left. He was halfway across the fellowship hall when his mom said, “We’ve only been coming to Wakefield since we moved to town at the beginning of the year. We’re still feeling our way around.”

Adam knew the feeling well. He put on his best pastoral smile, “Me, too. This is actually my first week as the youth group intern. How can I help you?”

“It’s about Isaiah. Since moving here, he hasn’t made hardly any friends.”

Adam could relate. He’d been in a similar-sized youth group when he’d started junior high. Just like Isaiah, he had been new to town. Moving back to his mom’s hometown, following his parents’ divorce had been hard on his twelve-year-old self. It would have been worse if not for Clint, one of the older kids in the youth group who had taken him under his wing.

“If he’s going on any of our outings, Isaiah will get to know some of the other kids, and I’m sure he’ll make some friends.”

Amanda smiled wanly, “I hope so. The one friend he’s managed to make since we moved here, he just had a falling out with. I worry he’s afraid of getting hurt again.”

Adam gazed at the young mother. He sensed she was getting to the reason she’d stopped him.

She continued, “I know you’ll be here for all the kids while you’re their youth pastor this summer, but if you can find the time, can you mentor Isaiah? He’s feeling lost right now, and junior high can be brutal on sensitive kids, like my son.”

Things started to click in Adam’s mind now. Single mom, young son. No father-figure. The kid had no male role model. Without realizing it, his head was nodding as Amanda finished. “I’ll do my best. But please remember, I’m only at Wakefield through the end of the summer.”

A warm smile spread across Amanda’s face, “I know. And I wouldn’t ask, except I’m worried about my son, and I just felt like God was prompting me to talk to you.”

With that, she turned and hurried up the stairs leading from the fellowship hall to the foyer of the church, leaving Adam alone with his thoughts. Short, brown-headed Isaiah reminded him of himself at that age. That realization triggered a memory, and Adam couldn’t help but wonder what had he just agreed to?

As he headed up the stairs, other memories he had locked away flooded back into his mind. He was the scrawny seventh-grader, new to junior high. His youth pastor at the time had put together a mentoring program, partnering older students with younger, as a way of fusing the youth group together. Clint had been his mentor. Sixteen years old and popular with the other kids in the youth group. Several months passed as Adam and Clint got to know each other.

Clint was everything he wanted to be. Tall, handsome, and popular. Adam had adored the older boy. When his mom had to travel out of town on business, she mentioned it to Clint, who volunteered to watch Adam. The two of them had been watching one of the Avenger movies, Adam leaning against the older boy’s arm, when Clint shifted and draped his arm around his shoulder. Twelve-year-old Adam felt a thrill run throughout his body as he lay his head on Clint’s chest.

When the movie had ended, he looked up into his sixteen-year-old hero’s eyes and felt something between him and the older boy. When Clint leaned down and kissed him, the part of him that should have been repelled remained silent as he returned the kiss.

Later that same evening, as they were getting ready for bed, Clint asked Adam if he wanted to join him in the shower. Before he could find the words to say yes, his penis strained at his pants. Sure, he’d seen other boys naked in the showers in gym class, but standing right next to Clint was an entirely different experience. The older boy was huge, at least to Adam’s eyes. He had to have been almost six inches. Contrasted to his own meager four inches, it was big.

That had been the first time anyone else had ever touched Adam down there. Clint’s fingers had been gentle yet eager as the older teen stroked him to the first orgasm he’d ever experienced. Adam still remembered the shocked look on his own face when a thin stream of clear liquid shot out onto Clint’s fingers.

Adam stopped on the stairs. The guilt he felt as a boy seemed as real at twenty as it had been at twelve. No doubt, if that had been the only time between him and Clint, he would have simply chalked it up as experimentation he later came to realize was a hallmark of male adolescence. But the next time Clint saw him, the older boy confessed that even though he knew it was wrong for them to do things together, he didn’t care. He really liked Adam, and doing stuff with the boy made him feel better, even if it was wrong. Adam had felt the same thing. He didn’t know how to stop himself from feeling the way he felt when Clint was around.

Their relationship lasted until Clint graduated from high school a few weeks after Adam turned fourteen. After that, he never saw the older teen again. Clint had been his anchor, the one who explained why their relationship was right when the world around them told them it wasn’t. And with the older boy gone, even though the attractions to other boys, either at school or at church, continued, Adam knew he had to ignore it. After all, it was a sin.

And for a few years, he had. Despite the typical travails of adolescence, Adam had slid into the youth group clique Clint had left behind, and things went well enough. Then, his senior year, his youth pastor asked him to mentor one of the new seventh graders. Jacob Easterbrook had been his polar opposite when it came to appearances. He had the blondest shock of hair Adam had ever seen as well as the bluest eyes.

And within a couple of months, Adam realized what he had shut away after Clint left was still there, just below the surface. He was sexually drawn to young Jacob, even more so than he’d been to Clint. Adam spent most of his senior year fighting the urge to make a move on the boy. And he nearly succeeded. The youth group had taken a mission trip at spring break down to the Rio Grande Valley to help build a church and conduct vacation Bible school in the impoverished Colonias along the north side of the Mexican border. On their final night, Adam and Jacob were walking around the hotel where they stayed for the week. They stopped between two church vans, and as they shared a Mountain Dew, Adam, in a moment of weakness, leaned over and kissed Jacob.

Maybe things would have been different if the boy had pulled back or gone and told on him. Instead, Jacob leaned into the kiss, his lips eager for Adam’s. The remaining couple of months of school, Adam was reckless and foolish, getting the younger boy alone whenever they could. Which wasn’t very often or for very much time. It never progressed past mutual masturbation, save for one time when Adam gave Jacob a blowjob a couple of weeks before heading off to college.

Adam had spent the past two years desperately trying to forget about Jacob. It wasn’t who he wanted to be, of that, he was sure. As best as he was able, he put all that behind him and even found a nice girlfriend at the start of his sophomore year. In fact, he would call Becky and talk to her. If he could hear her voice, maybe he could forget all about the feelings unlocked inside him.

***

The room wasn’t hot and stuffy. Isaiah knew that. But it didn’t change how it felt. All the other kids were talking and laughing as the youth group meeting broke up. And he felt more alone in that room than he was anywhere else. The other kids were total strangers. The few times they said something to him, Isaiah hadn’t known how to respond, and monosyllabic words weren’t useful for continuing the conversation.

His mom had told him to get one of the permission slips, so he grabbed one on his way out the door. He stopped, his hand resting on the doorframe, and looked back. The new youth pastor was collecting his things. He looked how Isaiah imagined a youth pastor was supposed to look. His light brown hair was neatly parted down one side and the tie around his neck was loose, not really hiding the unbuttoned top button on his yellow dress shirt. Even his pressed blue jeans looked right. It completed the image in Isaiah’s mind of I may be an adult, but I’m still approachable.

More than that, Adam had a friendly smile. Even when he’d put the boy on the spot at the beginning of the meeting, his smile made Isaiah feel good about introducing himself, despite how lonely he felt.

“Hey munchkin, how was your first day in the youth group?”

He turned. His mom smiled at him as she tousled his unkempt hair. “Okay, I guess. Here’s the permission slip you wanted. Do I really have to go?”

His mom looked at him like he had three eyes, “What? Who are you, and what have you done to my son? No child of mine could possibly refuse a trip to Six Flags.”

Isaiah smirked at his mom’s exaggerated manner, “None of the other kids like me.”

His mom’s face grew serious, “I don’t think that’s true. You just need to give them time to get to know you.”

Isaiah’s mouth twisted into a frown, “Like Josh?

He blinked his eyes rapidly as he felt pressure behind them. Thinking about the one person he’d befriended since moving to this crappy city made his heart ache. Especially when he recalled that moment a few weeks earlier when Josh had told him he didn’t want to be Isaiah’s friend anymore.

His mom frowned at the name, “He doesn’t know what a good friend you’d have been to him. That’s his loss.”

His mom’s eyes cut away as the youth pastor came out of the classroom, “Things will be better here. I promise. Let me talk with your youth pastor.”

Isaiah followed his mom across the cracked linoleum flooring. Not for the first time, he thought Adam had kind eyes. In hindsight, he wished Josh would have had eyes like that. Maybe then, he wouldn’t have pushed him away when he tried to get close to the other boy.

His mom said, “Mr. Weston –“

It wasn’t just Adam’s eyes, Isaiah realized. His smile radiated warmth, too. “Please, just call me Adam. Mrs. –“

“Miss Clayton. Please, just call me Amanda. I’m Isaiah’s mom.”

Even the way the young man spoke set the boy’s mind at ease. If he had to go to Six Flags with the other kids in the youth group, maybe Adam would make some of the other kids be nice to him and let him hang out with them.

His mom turned, “Isaiah, honey, why don’t you go on upstairs and grab us a seat. I’ll be along directly.”

He wanted to hear what his mom had to say to the youth pastor. But the look she gave him brooked no argument. Still, it felt right to wave and smile at Adam as he headed up to the sanctuary.

The sanctuary was larger than the congregation’s needs. There were long, wooden pews for at least three hundred people. But it was maybe half-full. Isaiah had no problem finding a place toward the back where his mom could easily see him.

The stain-glass windows defused the natural sunlight pouring in. There were at least a dozen scenes from the Bible composed of cut, colored glass. One that Isiah found himself studying was that of a young teenager. In one hand, he held a stone, in the other a sling. The youth made of cut-glass stared off to the side. Isaiah imagined the boy eying Goliath as he weighed the stone in his hand. Seeing the resolute youth, Isaiah thought David never had to deal with rejection from his best friend.

Still, Isaiah knew it was his own fault. Had he not tried kissing Josh, then the boy would still be his friend. Josh had been the only kid in school to befriend him. And they really had hit it off. They’d had a sleepover at Josh’s and then a couple of more at Isaiah’s. And over that time, Isaiah realized he really liked Josh, maybe more than just as a friend.

Isaiah knew it was wrong to feel such a strong attraction to Josh, but it wasn’t something he could ignore or turn off. And even though he’d tried a half-dozen different ways to let the other boy know how he felt, nothing Isaiah did or said managed to get through to Josh. Until that fateful kiss a few weeks before.

The look of horror in Josh’s eyes when Isaiah ended the kiss would be with him forever. The angry tone of Josh’s voice still rattled him, even now. “Y-you k-kissed me! What the hell, Isaiah?”

Isaiah was shocked at the other boy’s reaction, “I t-thought you liked me, too. I, I…”

Josh glared at him, “Not like that. I thought you wanted to be my friend, not to do gay stuff. That stuff is wrong, and you know it.”

Tears had spilled down Isaiah’s cheeks as the other boy climbed into the top bunk. “I’m sorry, Josh. I really do like you and thought…”

Isaiah didn’t know what to say. Josh turned away from him, facing the wall, “That’s gross, man. I’m not gay. I thought you knew that about me.”

Neither boy got much sleep that night, and the next morning, Josh had told Isaiah’s mom he wanted to go home. As the other boy climbed out of the car at his house, Isaiah cried out, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Josh, eyes blinking back tears, shot back, “But you freaking kissed me! You shouldn’t have done that.”

Isaiah’s eyes moved on from the glass image of David. He turned his attention to the organist. She was a blue-haired lady. The boy wasn’t particularly good at guessing old people’s ages, but if he had to guess, she looked as old as dirt. He didn’t recognize the hymn either.

Tuning out the organ, Isaiah remembered the shocked look on his mom’s face as Josh walked away. They stayed parked in front of the other boy’s house until he disappeared inside. Then, as she pulled away, his mom said, “What just happened, Isaiah?”

He had muttered, “Nothing.”

“What just happened wasn’t nothing. Try again.”

The tears running down his cheeks were hot, nearly scalding on his delicate skin. “I thought Josh really liked me back.”

“So, you tried to kiss him.” It was more a statement of fact than a question.

Isaiah nodded.

The drive home was painful in its silence. When his mom pulled the car under the carport, she turned it off. Instead of getting out of the car, she said, “How long have you felt this way?”

“About Josh?”

“Well, about another boy,” she clarified.

“Josh was the first boy I ever tried to kiss. First anything,” Isaiah said, looking at his mom out of the corner of his eye. “Do you think I’m gay?”

His mom drew in a sharp breath and blew it noisily out her mouth, “I can’t answer that. I’m not you. Why? Do you?”

Isaiah shrugged. Some of the kids in the sixth grade has started dating each other. The idea of kissing a girl just didn’t sound much fun. Not like he’d felt when he thought about kissing Josh. He had convinced himself his best, but only friend had wanted the kiss just as much. Boy, had he been wrong. “I don’t know. Maybe. I had wanted Josh to be my first kiss.”

His mom slid the keys into her purse and opened the door, “Maybe even a boyfriend?”

Feeling shame, Isaiah nodded as fresh tears slid down his face. His mom got out of the car and came around to his side, and opened the door. When he climbed out, his mom wrapped her arms around him, “I love you, kiddo.”

“Y-you’re not mad, are you?”

Another long sigh, “Not at you, Isaiah. It’s my fault. I thought I could be your mom and dad. But I was wrong. You’ve needed a good father figure, and I messed that up.”

Isiah shook away the memory as the preacher came to the pulpit and prayed. Isaiah looked down at his shoes, wondering what his mom was talking about with Adam. He really hoped she wasn’t telling him about him and Josh. He couldn’t live with the idea that the youth pastor would know about his dirty secret.

As the preacher’s voice echoed across the half-full sanctuary, Isaiah lowered his head, praying the feelings he’d felt with Josh would go away. When he finished, he felt a hand on his back. When he opened his eyes, his mom smiled at him.

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Massage in a Bottle


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Massage in a Bottle
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Jason Crow


“Tonight, I’m gonna have myself a real good time,” I thought as the download started. My favorite game just received a bunch of new levels, skins, and weapons. I couldn’t wait to try these out. Right now I was sitting naked on my chair as I just came out of the shower. I was idly toying with my dick and fiddling with my sparse pubic hairs, as I checked if the download would indeed start and not stop at 2% like last time. The progress bar was going at it steadily and was at 7% already, so I figured it would go now.

I got up from my chair to get a clean pair of boxers, and I could hear myself groan. My muscles were sore from practice this afternoon. I ran track in school and at thirteen, I was the youngest of four members of my team to make it to the state semifinals.. My mom was really proud of this, and wouldn’t let an opportunity go to waste to talk endlessly about it. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t proud of my achievement. I knew I had a real talent for running, but I didn’t want to brag about it. Just recently I took an interest in girls, and in Monica DeWitt in particular. She used to date Brad Johnsson but broke up because he bragged about his football skills all the time. We were in the same class, and after she saw me winning, we started talking. So, I knew better than to brag and be all studly about it.

I was pulling up my boxers and feeling bummed about my aching muscles when there was a knock on my door.

“Just a sec!” I said.

I pulled up my boxers, adjusted my junk, slapped on a t-shirt, and walked to my door. When I opened it, I saw my older sister Ashley standing there with a big bottle in her hand. I couldn’t make out what it was exactly, but I could see it wasn’t a big bottle of champagne to celebrate my victory.

“Hi, Jacob. Mind if I come in for a moment?”

“Of course not,” I said, and stepped aside to let Ashley in.

She walked over to my desk and put the big bottle on it. She checked my screen and a smile appeared.

“Downloading the newest update?”

“Yeah. I heard it’s awesome.”

“You know there are naked chicks in this update, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Uhm. No?” I tried.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell mom or dad.”

“Thanks,” I said.

My sister and I got along quite well, largely because of our small age difference. Ashley was just 10 months older than me. We weren’t the best of friends, but we each accepted the other. Ashley was a pretty girl. Even I could see that, and I was her brother. She was in the popular cliques at school, where I was a little bit of a nerd. I liked math and computers, which obviously weren’t the subjects the popular kids were into. But I didn’t care about fitting in or cliques at all. I had a few close friends, no one picked on me, and I could do what I liked to do. Why would I worry about what other people think or expect? But our differences at school were not reflected at home. We helped each other out where we could. And, besides the usual bickering a brother and sister always have, we respected each other. We talked about pretty much everything with each other too. Just recently Ashley told me that she had a major crush on Brandon Green, the basketball captain at our school. We talked about ideas to help her get close to him.

Ashley sat wiggling in my chair and looked at me, as I put on a pair of shorts. Not that walking around in underwear was a really big deal in our house, but I felt a bit more comfortable with pants on in front of my sister. I could see she was a bit nervous, as she kept fiddling with a button on her shirt. She laughed at my moan as I bent over to step into my shorts.

“A bit sore, Jacob?” she asked.

“Yeah. I guess I trained a bit too hard,” I said while pulling up my pants and sat down on my bed, facing Ashley.

“Ehh… About that…” Ashley stammered and continued fiddling with her blouse.

Now I was curious. I had no idea where this was going, but considering her being so nervous, it must be important or something awkward.

“What is it? Don’t be shy.” I thought back to about half a year ago, when she helped me out big time after I had my first wet dream. I was extremely embarrassed about it and didn’t know who to turn to. At first, she laughed a bit when I told her, but after seeing the despair in my eyes, she helped me with my stained underwear. She showed me how to quickly clean it, dry it, and then put it in the hamper as if nothing had happened. “I mean… I’ve told you about my wet dream. Talking about not being shy…” I trailed off

I could see Ashley’s eyes light up when I said that. We hadn’t talked about it after it happened, but I was positive she remembered.

“Yeah. That was a bit awkward, wasn’t it? But I’m still glad you trust me enough to come to me with it,” she smiled.

“I do. I didn’t want to go to mom or dad with it. They’d be acting all too understanding and probably have ‘the talk’ with me after that. So, yeah. Thanks for that. Now. What’s up?”

“I have a bit of a weird question,” she started while taking the big bottle in her hand. “Do you remember us talking about Brandon the other day?”

“Of course. Made any progress?”

“Not really,” Ashley said and looked a bit down.

“Oh…” I responded, not sure what to say to that.

“But I think I may have found a solution. I discovered this website online…”

“You know that a lot of bad stuff starts with that sentence, don’t you?” I interrupted her.

She started laughing and I could see her relax a bit now. I looked at the bottle, and saw that it wasn’t an ordinary bottle, but couldn’t quite place it either.

“I overheard Brandon talking with his best friend. He said they could really use a massage after the intense training schedule their new coach uses. I started thinking and figured that maybe I could be that person and get my hands all over his body. Well… maybe not ALL over, but you know what I mean.”

I couldn’t help but smile when she said that. In my head, I saw my sister sliding her hand under the white towel covering Brandon’s privates.

“I see. But you don’t know how to give a proper sports massage?”

“No. I don’t. So I started googling how to give a massage when I stumbled on this website. It’s called massageinabottle.com,” she said and held up the bottle for me to see.

As I saw earlier, the bottle was big. But as she held it in front of me, I noticed that it wasn’t a bottle. It was just a bottle-shaped package. Ashley twisted the top half and lifted it off, revealing a few separate packages.

“It’s a complete set to start and learn how to give a proper massage. Considering the current COVID19 situation, almost every hands-on training is canceled. At least the affordable ones are.”

“I see,” I said. “But is it possible to learn this from a book?”

“I don’t think so. That’s why I think this is the best option. In the package, there is a book, a link to the private youtube channel, different types of massage oil, and three webcams. These cams need to be placed inside the room, so the instructor can watch what I’m doing and give me pointers.”

“Fancy!”

“And that’s what my question is about,” she started.

“You need help setting everything up,” I completed her sentence.

“No. Well… Yes. I do. But that’s not what my question is about.” She cleared her throat and continued. “It’s obvious you could use a massage with all the running you do, so…” she paused. “Would you mind being my guinea pig?”

I honestly didn’t see that one coming. I wouldn’t mind a massage to relieve the ache on my muscles. But I wasn’t sure if she was any good at it. And having a webcam on me wasn’t exactly relaxing either. But the muscle ache would probably be way less. And maybe my running would improve even more… During my contemplations, I noticed the tense expression on my sister’s face.

“Okay. I guess,” Was my not-too-enthusiastic response.

“Really? Thank you, Jacob!” Ashley said and came over to hug me. “I wouldn’t know anyone else who would do this with me.”

“Well, if it doesn’t kill you…” I said, a bit sarcastic.

“Don’t worry, little brother. This is one of the best in the business. And I’ve got an awesome discount on this package because I’m the first one using the webcams. If I promised to help them with the setup, create a manual, and a good review, I’d get the course practically for free. And if I’d like to, they’ll even train me with all the other techniques they offer.”

“There’s more than one? What different types are there?” I asked, not knowing what other types than sports massages there could be.

“Well, there’s a Swedish massage, Hot Stone, Deep tissue, Shiatsu, Trigger Point, Thai…” she said smiling at me.

“I see. That’s a lot. Well, I think you caught a great deal, sis! And they’ve got a funny name,” I giggled. “Are they named after the song by The Police or the bottles people on deserted islands throw in the water?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask her during our next session. Oh, Jacob. I’m so glad you’ll help me out!”

The smile on my sister’s face was priceless. I wasn’t entirely sure how this all would work out, but I was glad I made her happy. Ashley had already talked to our parents, and she was allowed to use the empty bedroom on the far end of our home as her studio. Ashley knew that I had different plans for the evening, so we decided on installing everything the next morning. Our parents would be out all day and considering it was a Saturday, we’d be having the entire day to make it all work. Later that night, while I was wanking away behind my computer, the idea of being massaged had landed in my head and I had to admit to myself that I was looking forward to it.

***

The next morning, we were working in Ashley’s new salon. I was currently setting up the cameras. The manual they wrote, was very poorly written. If I wasn’t this good with gadgets, I never would’ve figured it out. I made a few notes on how to improve the manual, so I could write a new and improved one later. Besides their manual, I was very impressed by their hardware. They had auto-rotating cameras with autofocus. I didn’t know for sure just yet, but it seemed that with the right software, these cameras could automatically find the subject pointed out by the operator, and follow it through the room. I placed two cameras on the shelves around the table and hung one on the wall, close to the ceiling. This way, the entire room was visible for the cameras. I grabbed my old PC monitor and placed it inside the room, near the table, so Ashley and I could watch the trainer too.

In the meantime, Ashley was setting up the room. She stuck a big piece of foil against the window, making it non-transparent. If someone was in here, and the curtains weren’t closed yet, then the neighbors wouldn’t see anything more than a silhouette. After that was done, she put up a big, fluffy curtain, so it would be nice and cozy in the room. I helped her carry in a screen, so you could change in the room, and still have a bit of privacy. Our dad helped her yesterday with hauling in the massage table she bought on eBay, so by noon, we were pretty much done.

“I’ll go and start writing the manual, okay?” I said to Ashley.

“Okay. Great. I’ll put some posters on the wall and find a place for all the accessories like oil bottles, the incense burner and sticks, the stones, the towels. You know.”

“You sure take this stuff seriously, Ashley. It looks almost like a real massage salon.”

“Thanks. Mom already asked if I could do her too, and so did my friend Laura. But first I want to learn how to do it properly. And they understood,” she said.

“And you don’t mind that with me?” I asked with fake indignation.

“Haha. No, I don’t,” she said and smiled at me. Then, more seriously: “Of course I do. But you have a smaller body, which means it’s easier for me to learn. And besides, I won’t charge you and you’ll still have a decent massage so your running will improve.”

“You’re right. I’m just teasing.”

“Okay. In about half an hour my first course begins. At first, it’s just the theory and a lot of technicalities. That’ll take about an hour. So if you can come over here in, let’s say ninety minutes, that’ll be great!”

“Sure. No problem,” I said.

Then a thought occurred to me. I just realized that with some massages, the person being massaged is naked and only has a towel draped over the private parts. If this was necessary, I’d do that because I’d promised to help. But I wasn’t too keen about this. And I also didn’t know what Ashley expected of me.

I cleared my throat. “Eh … what do you want me to wear?” I asked.

She thought for a moment. “I think you can wear a t-shirt and your underwear. But I’ll check for you. You can change in here. So just come on in and we’ll see, okay?”

“Thanks. I’ll be in my room writing.”

“Great. And Jacob?” she asked.

“What?”

“Thanks again! You’re the best brother a girl can have,” she said and smiled at me.

I went back to my room and started working on the manual. I had to admit to myself that I was looking forward to the massage. My muscles were still aching and if a massage could relieve that pain, that would be great.

***

As I was finishing the last part of the manual, there was a light knock on my door.

“Jacob?” I heard my sister say. “Are you ready? We can start now.”

Ashley was ten minutes early, but I didn’t mind. I got up from my chair and opened the door.

“Sure. Let’s do this,” I said and walked with my sister to her massage salon.

When I entered the room, I saw a woman, probably in her mid-forties, smiling at me from the screen. I didn’t expect this to be honest. I figured it would be some eerie, spiritual touchy-feely-vibe kind of guy. But she seemed nice and could just as well have been my mom.

“Hello Jacob,” she said to me, still smiling. “I’m Jennifer and I’m teaching your sister the proper massage techniques.”

“Hello, Jennifer. Nice to meet you,” I responded, immediately feeling at ease.

“I’m going to explain the setup of this course to you too, so you’ll know what’s going on and what to expect. The cameras you set up so perfectly, are fully automated. My son is pretty handy with this stuff and wrote the software for this course. The camera will automatically detect the person lying on the table and knows what’s needed to be in the frame. You’re always able to see what I see in these small pictures at the side of the screen,” she said and pointed to the left side of the screen.

“Okay. That’s pretty awesome,” I said, genuinely impressed by the automatic cameras.

“Unfortunately my son isn’t as good in writing manuals as he is with writing software. So, I want to thank you for helping me out with that. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Jennifer. You’re helping us out, so returning the favor is the least we can do.”

“That’s great. But still a big thank you, she smiled. “Now. In some of our lessons, the person on the table will be naked. Of course, there will be a towel covering everything, so no one has to see anything. But in the event of the towel dropping or any other unfortunate event, there’s an automatic blurring system build in. That way, you’ll never be naked on camera.”

“Ehh… Okay?” I responded, not too sure what she meant.

“Here. Let me demonstrate,” Jennifer said.

She surprised me by lifting her tank top. The moment her breasts came into view, they were immediately blurred.

“See?” She said, still holding up her top.

“Ehhh… I see. That’s a cool feature,” I said, blushing furiously.

“Thank you, Jacob,” she said and pulled her top back down and I noticed the blur automatically disappeared. “One last thing. To correctly point out to your sister how things work, and to show some techniques, I’ve asked Sam to help me. This way, I can show some things in real life. Do you mind if there is another person present?”

“No. I don’t think so. You mean over at your place, don’t you?” I asked, not too keen on having some old dude joining us in these lessons.

“That’s correct. Sam?” she called.

I could hear a door open and the camera automatically switched. What I saw on the screen surprised me. Instead of an old hairy guy, a beautiful young girl walked in. She had shoulder-length brown, almost black hair, and a lovely face. I guessed she was around twelve years old and she was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe.

“Jacob, this is Samantha. She’s my daughter and helps me out with this course,” Jennifer said.

I must’ve looked stupid because my mouth was open and I didn’t say a word.

“Hi, Jacob,” Samantha said sweetly to me.

“Ehh… Hi!” I managed to get out of my throat. ”I was expecting a man, so I’m sorry I look surprised.”

The three of them started laughing. I looked over at Ashley who gave me a questioning look. I figured she wanted to know if I was still game. I was. Jennifer was a very nice and open person, and Samantha was really easy on the eyes. So I figured nothing was stopping us from advancing on.

“How do we start, Jennifer?” I asked in the camera, answering Ashley’s unspoken question.

“Do you mind undressing down to your underwear and lay face down on the table?” she asked me.

I’d already made up my mind about this. She was nice, and Ashley saw me in my underwear lots of times when we were younger. And besides, when we went swimming in our backyard, she’d see me in my swimming trunks, which didn’t differ too much from this.

“No. I don’t mind.”

“Great! Jennifer said. Sam, will you disrobe too, and get on the table please?” Jennifer asked her daughter.

I stood up and started unbuttoning my pants. On the monitor, I saw Samantha untying the knot on her robe. The moment it came undone, she let the robe slide from her shoulders, causing it to fall on the floor. I had dropped my pants and was just starting to pull up my t-shirt when Samantha stood back up with the robe in her hand. I was looking at a gorgeous girl in a skimpy white bikini and I immediately felt a stir in my underwear. I quickly took off my shirt and laid down on the massage table, so no one could see me getting hard. I turned my head toward the monitor as Ashley placed a towel over my butt and looked at the screen too.

Samantha laid down on the table, and Jennifer draped a towel over her butt too. As Jennifer did this, Samantha untied the back of her bikini, slid the top away from under her body, and dropped it under the table. The way she was lying, she could be completely naked. If I hadn’t seen her wearing a bikini bottom, I’d swear she was naked.

“Okay, Ashley. Take the appropriate oil, and lube up your hands. Make sure they are warm, so you won’t shock Jacob. Are you ready, Jacob?”

“Yes. I am,” I responded, smiling at her.

“Good. Start at his feet and work your way up, Ashley. Just as we talked about earlier.”

I kept my eyes glued to the screen and saw Jennifer starting to massage Samantha. I felt Ashley’s hands working on my lower legs, and was feeling more and more relaxed. She gently massaged the tension out of my calves. After a while, she moved higher and was working on my upper leg muscles.

“You need to make sure you get the gripping points of the muscles too,” I heard Jennifer say and I opened my eyes to see what she meant by that. Jennifer had her hands under the towel and judging by her arms and the position of her hands, she was touching the underside of Samantha’s butt and had her hand between her legs several times.

I felt Ashley’s hands move up closer and under the towel. She touched the underside of my boxers and at that moment, the towel dropped to the floor.

“Sorry,” she said and began to pick it up.

“Give it to me,” I said and placed the towel near my head on the table. “It’s not like I’m naked, and this way it’s easier for you.”

I didn’t know why I did this. The shyness I felt earlier was gone. I guess the way Ashley did her thing and the way Jennifer and Samantha were doing things, caused me to feel less bashful. Ashley reached the top of my legs and started working near my butt. She pushed the fabric of my boxers upward a bit and did her magic on my upper leg muscles. Her hand went between my legs a few times, and the third time she did this, her fingers accidentally brushed against my sack. I didn’t know if she realized what she just touched because she kept going at it as if nothing happened. But I sure as hell knew. My boner had gone down, and I wasn’t sporting a full mast yet, but I did chub up a bit after this contact.

“Okay, Ashley. We move to the upper body now,” Jennifer said.

Ashley’s hands did their magic on my shoulders. And despite this being a sports massage, it was very relaxing for me. I had closed my eyes, and way too soon I heard Jennifer talk again.

“It’s time for the front. Turn over please, Jacob.”

I turned over and lay on my back. I didn’t feel the need for the towel, as I was totally at ease with the situation and I was still wearing my boxers. Besides, it was way easier for Ashley this way. So I left the towel lying there beside my head. Ashley started working on my shoulders and arms, and as she did this, I glanced at the screen. Samantha had turned over too, of course. I noticed the blurring system did its work. Apparently, Samantha had left her bikini top off, and was now lying topless on her back as her mother massaged her. Judging by the way Jennifer reacted, this wasn’t the first time for them.

After Ashley was done with my arms, she moved down to my calves again. As she worked her way up and came closer to my boxers, I suddenly wished I did put the towel back. Her hands were massaging my upper leg muscles again, and her hands came closer and closer to my crotch. The topless girl on the monitor didn’t help either. The moment her fingers brushed my sack again, she noticed it. I could see her blush, and I wished I could vanish into thin air. I was sporting a full-on boner and had no way to hide it from my sister. Almost four inches of hard meat can’t disappear in a tight piece of underwear. She looked me in the eyes and I could see she didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want to stop?” she whispered.

“No. It’s… Just keep going and try to ignore it,” I whispered back.

I tried hard to make my boner go down, but none of the tricks I knew worked. Ashley kept going at my other leg as if nothing had happened. I did see her glancing at my boner a few times. And I couldn’t blame her. It was practically in her face this way.

“Ah! I see the usual had happened,” I heard Jennifer say.

I looked over at the screen and saw Jennifer smiling.

“Don’t worry, Jacob. This is a fact of life. Nothing to worry, or to be ashamed of. With another person’s hand so close to your groin, erections are bound to happen. This is something Ashley has to learn to deal with too. Don’t worry about it. Okay, Ashley…” she continued.

Now it was my turn to blush. It was bad enough I had one, but pointing it out so blatantly wasn’t cool. This meant Samantha knew I had a hard-on too. But after a few moments, I realized Jennifer was right. It is a normal and healthy reaction to all the touching. I just don’t want everyone to see it. Ah, well. Maybe I’ll get used to it and it’ll happen less frequently. Or maybe we’ll both get used to it and find a way to work around it.

After a short while, Jennifer and Ashley were done talking and Jennifer said that I could sit up straight. I saw Samantha sitting up too, and she was still topless. She was clearly a lot less shy about her body than me. She smiled at me, and my heart did a backflip.

“So, we’re done. You can get dressed now, Jacob. Thank you for helping your sister out. See you next time?”

“Of course,” I said. “Ashley did a great job! I can feel my muscles are way more relaxed now.”

“Great,” Jennifer answered. “Next week, we’ll do the Swedish massage. In the meantime, please keep practicing you two. It’ll benefit you both. And the more practice, the better. You can’t practice too much!”

“Will do,” Ashley said. “And thank you for this first lesson. It was really helpful!”

“You’re welcome. See you both next week,” Jennifer said, clicked on a button and the screen went black.

“You okay?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. It was a bit awkward, but I guess Jennifer is right. Consider it a compliment,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Ashley smiled at me and hugged me tightly. I was extremely aware that I was hugging my sister in my underwear. This morning I would’ve found this awkward, but now I found it soothing. I liked it.

“Thanks again, Jacob. I’ll clean up in here. You can go shower and wash the oil off your body.”

“No problemmo. Glad to help,” I responded and picked up my clothes.

“Same time tomorrow?” Ashley asked.

“Sure!” I said, trying to sound not too excited.

***

The next morning, I was sitting in my room blasting away at some alien army on my computer, when there was a knock at my door.

“Jacob?” I heard Ashley say.

“Come in,” I responded without taking my eyes from my monitor.

Ashley walked into my room, and in the corner of my eyes i could make out she was wearing a red tank top and some loose-fitting, grey sweat shorts. She was carrying a towel and smiled at me the moment she saw me. When I was concentrating, the tip of my tongue stuck out of the corner of my mouth. She always teased me with that, but now she just smiled.

“Almost done,” I said as my health bar was diminishing quickly.

“Take your time. I’m early.”

At that moment I was shot with a rocket and my screen went red. This boss battle was hard and I was a bit annoyed that I couldn’t pull it off. I sighed and slid my chair back, turned around, and looked at Ashley.

“What time is it?” I asked. I knew when I was gaming, I quickly lost track of time.

“Ten thirty. Mom and dad are in the study for the online church service, so I figured we could do a session now. And maybe we can do another one this evening. Jennifer said you can’t practice too much,” Ashley said and smiled at me.

“Great! I can do my regular practice run this afternoon, and then you can massage me again. I’m being spoiled,” I laughed.

“Come on, then. I’m glad you enjoy it. That makes it easier for both of us,” Ashley laughed.

We walked over to the massage room and when I entered, I noticed Ashley already turned on some background music. I was dressed in my usual chilling outfit, which consisted of a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. I wasn’t sure what to do now, so I just stood there as Ashley walked in.

“Listen, Jacob,” Ashley said seriously while looking me in the eyes. “I’d understand if after what happened yesterday you want to keep your clothes on.”

“Ehh… It was a bit awkward, yes,” I said, feeling myself blush again. “But I thought about it, and Jennifer is right. It’s not like I want to have sex with you or something. I just get… You know…”

“Yeah. I know. I didn’t know what to do either. I just didn’t expect it. That’s all. So we’re cool?”

“I guess. It’s not like I want you to see it. But I want these massages too. So, if ‘it’ happens, it happens,” I said, emphasizing the first it, and trying to sound as casual as I could.

“Cool. I did some thinking too, and if it makes you feel more comfortable, I wouldn’t mind stripping down to my underwear too,” she said with a slight blush on her face.

“But then I’ll be hard the entire time!” I blurted out. “Ehh… I mean…”

Ashley gave me a questioning look. She clearly didn’t catch on to what I meant.

“A beautiful girl in her underwear usually doesn’t help in the boner department,” I giggled.

That lid up Ashley’s face considerably. She started smiling and a deep red blush spread across her face. She started fiddling with the towel in her hand and looked shyly at the ground.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She softly asked.

I didn’t expect this at all. My sister was insecure about her looks? Heck! Even I could see she looked amazing, and I was her brother. Brothers aren’t supposed to see that in their sisters.

“Well, duh!” I said as normally as I could. “You are pretty hot. All my friends say so!”

“All your friends?” Ashley asked with a sly smile.

“Well… I think you’re not too bad either. I mean… In your bikini at the pool and stuff, you look pretty good to me,” I softly added.
Ashley started laughing and hugged me tightly.

“So. What do we do?” she asked. “Want me to join you?”

“Ehm. Okay then. If you can ignore my ehh,” I cleared my throat. “Boner, that is.”

“Don’t worry. Like I said, I just didn’t expect it last time,” Ashley said and started lowering her pants.

I quickly lifted my shirt and lowered my pants, so I was dressed only in my orange Bjorn Borg boxers. As I stood back up straight, I saw Ashley was ready too. And I wasn’t lying. She stood before me in her green panties and black bra and I let my eyes roam over her body, not caring if I got hard or not.

She was a bit skinny, but not as much as me. I couldn’t count her ribs for example. At least not as much as you could with me when I inhaled deeply. She had a tight belly, and I noticed two small gaps between her skin and the waistband of her panties. These gaps were on both sides of her stomach between her hip bone and her belly. I couldn’t see anything, but I found this extremely sexy. I let my eyes roam over her breasts and they were sexy as hell too. They were about the size of half a lemon, and she wore a black bra with a lot of lace. It wasn’t see-through or anything, but I was pretty sure I could see her stiff nipples poking through the fabric of her bra. Ashley had a dark skin complexion, raven-black hair, and brown eyes, just like me. Our Italian roots were probably to blame for that.

This all happened in a few moments, and after my eyes roamed high enough to get to her eyes, I could see her checking me out too. I didn’t get a full-on boner yet, so I let Ashley check me out until she snapped out of it.

“You’re not too bad either, Jacob,” Ashley said and smiled. “Lay down on the table so we can get started. We don’t want to make it an all-day job, do we?”

I laid down on the table and relaxed as Ashley started working her way up my legs again. As she reached my upper leg muscles, her hand went into the leg of my boxers, and her fingers rubbed right at the underside of my butt cheek. I had to hold back a gasp because this was a bit unexpected. But I didn’t see a reason why I should stop her, so I didn’t say anything. She moved her fingers forward and they moved over my skin, toward the inside of my legs. As she went further, I could feel myself getting hard in a microsecond. I didn’t know where this would end. And this was, as a later learned, an extremely erogenous zone for me.

Her fingers stopped just shy of my ballsack and they found the gripping point of my leg muscle and started working on that. As she was kneading away, she accidentally touched my ballsack a few times. I was feeling hornier by the minute, but didn’t want to let on because I figured that Ashley didn’t do this intentionally.

“You don’t mind me doing it like this, do you? Without the fabric of your boxers in the way, I can feel your muscles better,” Ashley said.

“N… No. I don’t mind,” I said, as her finger brushed my sack again.

After she was done with my other leg and touched my sack a few times more, she moved to my shoulders and arms. This gave my boner the time to deflate before I had to turn over. When I did turn over, Ashley gave my arms and shoulders another rub-down and then started at my lower legs again.

“How am I doing?” She asked.

“Great! I can really feel a difference in the muscles you did already,” I said.

And this was true. Her hands were amazing and I did feel awesome. When her hands went near my crotch again, I could feel the growth in my pants, before she was even close to my dick. Her hands went higher and higher, and as I looked at Ashley, she had a very concentrated look on her face and her eyes were glued to my groin. Maybe she wanted me to be hard?

Her hands went inside the leg of my boxers again, searching for that gripping point, I guess. But she went way too high and her fingers were touching my pubes. Luckily my dick was pointing straight up toward my belly button, so she didn’t touch that accidentally.

“Oops. Too high,” she said, but I wasn’t quite sure if she actually meant it.

Her hands moved down a bit and worked on that gripping point. She was close to my sack a few times but didn’t touch it. I guess because she could see better what she was doing this way. All this time, my dick was hard as a rock. I couldn’t help it. But I wasn’t ashamed of it either. And considering how Ashley reacted around it, neither did she. Her eyes practically never left my dick.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Ashley asked as she was finishing up.

“What? My boner?” I said, sitting up straight.

“Yeah. I mean… It’s been hard for quite some time now.”

“Well. Yeah. After a while it does. It hurts a little bit, but now it’s going down and then it’s quickly gone.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Ashley said. “If you want, I can avoid that area.”

“Nah. It’s fine. Don’t worry. After I jerk off in the shower I…. Ehh” I started blushing furiously as I realized I talked before thinking again.

I saw a sparkle in Ashley’s eyes as she realized what I was about to say.

”I mean…” I couldn’t think of a quick way out of this, so I decided to just keep talking. “The upside is that my muscles are feeling way better this way,” I said while pulling up my pants, still blushing.

Ashley just smiled and gave me a tight hug. Considering I was still shirtless, and she was in her underwear, this meant I could feel her bra-covered breast pressing against my bare chest. My boner popped back up immediately.

“Tonight at around seven?” Ashley asked, breaking our hug.

“Sure! Thanks again,” I said, casually adjusting my boner so it wouldn’t tent my sweats.

***

The evening session was pretty much a copy of what we did in the morning. We were both in our underwear and Ashley slid her hands in the legs of my boxers to massage the muscles there. And it seemed to me that her ‘accidental’ brushes against my ballsack increased, but I wasn’t completely sure yet. Other than that, it was a copy of the morning session. In fact, every session during the week was basically the same. Ashley had improved considerably on her massage techniques, and I liked it a lot. During each session, I was as stiff as I could get. Ashley’s eyes were almost constantly fixed on it, and I didn’t mind that one bit. I liked what we were doing a lot, so I didn’t bring it up and neither did Ashley.

Saturday morning I was gaming again when Ashley came into my room. After I was done with the level, I pressed ‘save’, and turned over to my bed where Ashley was sitting. I could see she was struggling with something.

“What up?” I asked.

“Ehm… Today’s practical lesson is about the Swedish massage,” she trailed off.

“I know. What about it?”

“Well. It involves long strokes from shoulder to ankle, and from ankle to shoulder.”

“Okay?” I responded, not sure where she was getting at.

“Ehm. I know I’m asking a lot, but it would be way easier when there isn’t anything in the way of these strokes…”

“Do you want me to be naked!?” I asked, not sure if I understood correctly.

“Well, Uhm, yes?” She said a bit uncomfortable. “But you’ll be covered by a towel and I’ll turn around when you turn over. And I’ll only move the towel out of the way on the parts I need to work on. And I won’t be looking. And the blurring system on the cameras will prevent them from seeing you. And…” she blabbered.
It was obvious that Ashley had thought about it a lot already. And I realized that it took her a lot of courage to ask me this. But completely naked? Okay, there will be a towel hiding the family jewels. But, naked?

On the other hand… Up until now, Ashley had been very professional about it all and perhaps the massage would be better this way. And we’d both make sure that the towel stays in place because I don’t want to show my penis to Ashley, and I was confident that Ashley wouldn’t want to see my junk either. But… naked?
This all happened in a few moments inside my head.

”You’ll promise you won’t look?” I asked.

”Cross my heart!” Ashley said seriously and I saw the load being lifted from her shoulders.

”Okay then,” I softly said, not looking my sister in her eyes.

”Oh, Jacob. You’re the best!” Ashley said and gave me a really tight hug. ”I’ll go and set everything up. I’ll make sure there’s a towel ready for you behind the screen, and that the cameras are working so you won’t have to worry about that.”

”Great, ” I said, trying to sound as brave as I could.

Ashley left my room and I was left to my thoughts. I wasn’t shy at all about my body. In the showers after running practice, I wasn’t the smallest boy in the room and my muscles, despite that I was on the thin side, were getting there too. So I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. And maybe this was just a line I needed to cross. I knew that nudity was a part of most massages, but I was really nervous about actually doing this.

When I walked into the massage room, it was already nice and warm. Ashley was talking to Jennifer and they both smiled at me when I walked up to the monitor.

“Hello, Jacob. Nice to join us again,” Jennifer said. “Are you ready for the Swedish massage session?”

“Yes. I think I am. I’m curious if it is as nice as the sports massage.”

“Oh. Don’t worry! This is way more relaxing! It’s a complete top to bottom massage, which most people find extremely relaxing. Ashley told me she talked with you about your clothing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, she did. And honestly, I’m not too keen to do this, but Ashley told me it’s an essential part of this massage, and that my privates are covered by a towel the entire time. So I agreed to do it.”

“Thank you, Jacob. This means a lot to us. And learning to cope with naked people and their objections to it, is also a part of the training material. She can now bring that theory into practice. Did she also mention that the last half of this session is with the hot stones?”

“No. I didn’t,” Ashley said quickly. “I was too concerned about the underwear bit, that I completely forgot it. I’m sorry.”

“No problem, Ashley,” Jennifer said. “In a nutshell, you can say that a hot stone massage is the same as a Swedish massage. But instead of your two hands, you use stones, or one hand and a stone.”

“I see,” I said. “I don’t see a problem.”

“There isn’t one. We just want to make you feel as comfortable as we can, because you’ll probably be nervous about this one. By telling you what to expect, maybe you can be a little bit more relaxed about it,” Jennifer said.

I don’t know what it was about this woman. All nervousness I felt walking in, was gone by now. She had a natural way of putting people, and me in particular, at ease. By now, I wasn’t worried about taking off my clothes anymore. I just knew this was going to be okay now. Totally weird and I couldn’t explain it, but it didn’t bother me either.

“Thank you, Jennifer. I’ll just have to see how it goes then, I guess,” I smiled.

“Of course. Ah. There’s Sam. Can you get yourself ready too, Jacob? Then we’re all set and ready to go,” Jennifer said and I walked over to the screen.

Ashley already put down two towels, so I could decide for myself what to do. I undressed quickly but hesitated slightly when it was time to pull down my boxers. I looked over my shoulder and no one could see me, so off they went. Next, I wrapped the big towel around my waist and tied a knot at the front, so it wouldn’t come off. As I walked toward the table, I saw on the monitor that Sam had joined us too, and was standing beside the table smiling at me. She was completely naked, but the blurring system did its work. Obviously, she had a different relationship than I had with my mother. I’d never let my mom, or my dad for that matter, see me naked like this. Seeing Jennifer and Sam acting the way they did, this wasn’t even remotely an issue to them. I even wished that I was brought up a bit more liberal on this issue. But I wished even more that I was in the room with Samantha. She looked amazing AND was naked. I liked looking at naked girls a lot lately.

I untied the knot in the towel, laid down on the massage table, and tried to maneuver the towel in such a way that I was nicely covered. But it immediately became obvious why Ashley had put the smaller towel behind the screen too. This towel was way too big and too fluffy. Using this just wasn’t going to work. I was trying to switch the big towel with the little one, but if I wanted to do it right, I had to get up and probably expose myself.

“Ashley,” I whispered, so I couldn’t be heard by Jennifer.

“What?” She whispered back.

“Can you quickly switch these towels?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It’s just my butt. Just… Don’t make a big deal out of it, please.”

Ashley smiled and quickly swapped the towels. Jennifer was talking to Samantha and didn’t see, or didn’t let on that she saw the swap.

“That’s a nice butt, bro,” Ashley whispered.

I looked over my shoulder at her, assuming she was making fun of me. But she looked serious and had a slight blush on her face.

“Thanks. I guess?” I whispered back.

Was she just complimenting me on my body? She looked sincere, but I didn’t expect that. It was basically her birthright and task as a big sister to mock me.

“Okay. Are you guys ready?” Jennifer asked.

And that was the start of an even better massage session than the sports massage. Ashley started at my shoulders and worked her way down. She pulled down the towel a little bit, so she could reach my lower back unobstructed. After that, she gently put it back where it was before.

During the first part of the session, Jennifer pointed out a few things to Ashley by using Samantha as an example. Apparently, the blurring system wasn’t programmed for butts. Because Samantha’s butt was nicely on display to me when Jennifer showed some techniques to Ashley down there. A bit later during the session when Jennifer showed some shoulder techniques, I couldn’t clearly see Sam’s boobs, but still liked what I saw. I mean, I knew they were there and despite the blurring, I could make out where her nipples were and I could see where the slopes of her small breasts were. It looked magnificent to me.
Next up were the long strokes from top to bottom. Ashley started on my left-hand side. She exposed the better part of my butt cheek, and after that, she stroked me from my shoulder to my toes in one, long stroke. This, of course, meant that her hands rubbed my butt too. It wasn’t supposed to be erotic, but to me it was. Sure, it was also very relaxing. But each time she rubbed me there, I had to suppress a small moan. I guess Ashley sensed it too, because each time she got there, she seemed to linger a little bit longer.

All too soon it was time to turn on my back. Ashley turned her back to me, which I found both comforting and professional. I was hard as a board, and the last thing I wanted was to fully expose my boner to my sister. I grabbed the towel before I turned over, and quickly laid it back in place. Seeing what I was doing and not having to twist your arms unnaturally, made it a lot easier. I was lying on my back before I knew it and informed Ashley we could continue.

The front massage was even better, especially when she did her long strokes again. When she started it, I helped her out by adjusting the towel. It was trapped between my legs, and I laid it down over my dick in such a way that only my dick and balls were hidden, but everything besides that was visible. Even my pubes, which I noticed when Ashley’s fingers touched them, but by then it was too late and too awkward to do something about it. Ashley saw me blush the first time she touched me there but just smiled a warm ‘don’t worry’ type smile at me. I had to admit that I was getting hornier by the minute with her hands so close to my dick. I knew she wasn’t going to touch anything, but the idea that she might as well could, was extremely arousing to me.

I had to turn over one more time, so she could work with the stones. It was the same struggle I had before, and a slight cough was enough for Ashley to turn around and adjust the towel. I didn’t like the stones as much as her hands. But Ashley had to learn that too, so I let her work with it.

After almost one and a half-hour of massaging, we were done. Ashley turned around again and I awkwardly sat back up. I could see on the monitor that the blurring worked. If it hadn’t, everyone would’ve seen my boner, so I was very grateful it worked. I got up, held the small towel in front of me, and quickly walked behind the screen to get dressed.

After Ashley got her instructions for the coming week, and her promise to join the online theory session on Wednesday, we said our goodbyes to Jennifer and Samantha. I helped my sister clean the room and felt completely relaxed.

“You’re getting really good at this, you know?” I said to her.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” I laughed. “And thank you for being so understanding about my shyness and stuff.”

“I guess I’d feel the same, Jacob. One thing I learned so far, is that people will eventually lose that shyness. The only way for me to deal with it is to let them have their privacy, and allow them to determine their own pace.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, you just touched my butt a lot. This morning I was nervous about taking off my underwear, and now I don’t care that you touch my butt. Or see it.”

“Thanks. And it’s a fine butt to look at,” she giggled.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I started giggling too.

“I’m glad this is working out for you,” she said a bit more seriously. “This week we’ll have to practice the Swedish massage a lot and if you didn’t want to do it anymore, I would have had a problem. So it’s in my interest too to let you have your space.”

“Well. It’s working out great. So, see you at seven?”

“Great. At around four, I’m giving mom her first massage. I’m a bit nervous about that, so I’m glad I can work on you again after that. That’s way more familiar to me now, and you’ve got a much nicer body. See you later, Jacob,” she said blushing and smiled again. She did that a lot lately.

***

After my massage, I took a shower and went downstairs to vegetate on the couch all day. It was awful weather outside, and I could afford it to skip one practice at the weekends. I decided that today was the day. The massage made me completely relaxed, and after I jerked off in the shower, my horniness was down a notch too. I was sitting on the couch in my sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn’t bother with underwear, as I liked the freedom of going commando in sweats a lot.
I started thinking about being massaged again this evening, and how much I liked Ashley’s hands roam over my body. How I liked her compliments about my butt and her fingers fiddling with my pubes. I was feeling myself get stiff and horny all over again. I was all alone in the living room, so my tented sweats wouldn’t be noticed. I tried focusing on the current episode of ‘Stranger Things’ I was currently bingeing as I heard a noise in the hallway.

“You’re amazing, Ashley. Honestly!” I heard my mom say.

“I don’t think I’m THAT good,” Ashley modestly replied.

“Yes. You are. And just to think you haven’t even followed all the lessons yet! I’ll tell your dad that he needs to try it too. Oh. Hi, Jacob,” my mom said, walking into the living room noticing me.

“Hi, mom. How was it?” I asked.

“I was just saying to Ashley how good she is at doing this! She told me you’re a great help and that she couldn’t do it without you. It melts my heart hearing my kids get along so well,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Ah. Well. She’s doing all the hard work,” I responded. “I’m just lying there.”

“No matter. You’re a great help. So, keep it up you two,” she said to both of us and headed to the kitchen.

“What are you watching?” Ashley asked.

“Stranger Things. You’ve seen it?”

“Yeah. I did. It’s pretty awesome,” she said and sat down next to me on the couch.

We watched the show together until we ate dinner. During the show, my mind wandered to my sister’s massaging fingers and Samantha’s boobs a few times. It was a good thing I was holding a pillow to hide my tenting erection.

After we ate dinner, our mom sent us upstairs, so Ashley could practice some more. Of course, I didn’t mind and we walked to the massage room together. It was a bit hot in there because Ashley had turned up the heat. Mom complained a bit about it being cold, and she figured that too hot was better than too cold. I noticed Ashley looked a bit nervous as she got her oil and towels ready. She started lighting up some incense sticks, as I moved behind the screen to undress.
I walked over to the table holding the small towel in front of me and laid face-down on the table. I pulled the towel away from under my body and laid it down beside my head. I’d already made up my mind that from this session on, I’d be lying there with my butt exposed. I guess Ashley was right and that your inhibitions fade a bit after a few sessions. I glanced over at Ashley, and she was pulling down her pants and was pulling up her shirt.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” I said to her as she looked over.

“You don’t mind me seeing your ass anymore?” she asked eying my butt, avoiding my question, and took off her shirt completely.

“Nah. It’s okay. It’s just a butt I figured. An amazing butt, for that matter,” I giggled. “You see it in bits anyways during the session, so why not make it easier?”

“I’m glad you trust me enough to feel that way, Jacob. And I know that I don’t have to strip down to my undies. But I like the connection it creates when I do.”

“It’s not that I mind…” I softly said. “I mean. You look amazing.”

I couldn’t dare to look her in the eyes when I said this. This didn’t just slip out. I meant to say this to her. Ashley didn’t say anything, but I saw movement in the corner of my eyes. I looked at her, and I saw her taking off her bra and drop it on her other clothes. When she removed her hands, I looked at my first ever, real-life boobs. My eyes must’ve been huge and my mouth was open as I drank in the sight. I was right about the size I guessed, when I saw her in her bra the first time. They were about the size of half a lemon. I noticed the pointy, hard nipples, and small areolas. Ashley snapped her fingers, which made me break out of my trance.

“Up here, little bro,” she pointed at her eyes laughing but seemed a little shy.

“Uhm…” was all I managed to get out of my throat.

“Well,” Ashley started, “Since you’re being so open, I decided to add something to our session too. As I just said, being undressed adds a whole new level to it. So I want to try it this way. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat and said: “No. Of course not! I think it does too. I’ve just never seen breasts before, so that’s why I stared. I’m sorry. But your breasts look amazing!”

“Thanks, Jacob. That’s sweet. Let’s just get going, shall we?”

And off we went. It appeared to me that Ashley put even more effort into it than before. She did my neck and shoulders first, which was extremely relaxing. She was standing in front of me, and the way I was lying, I could see from her navel to her legs. She was wearing black hipster-style panties with a lot of lace on it. I couldn’t make out anything in her groin area, but I liked checking out her long, tanned legs. By now Ashley had reached my lower back, and as she stretched out over me, I could feel her bare nipples lightly touching my shoulder blades. I didn’t know if she did this on purpose, but damn! This was hot.

She walked over to my feet and started working her way up from there. As she reached my upper leg muscles, she searched for that gripping point again. Since my boxers weren’t in the way now, she found it immediately. She was rubbing away on my left leg, and her right hand slipped between my legs to grab hold of my muscle there. This meant that she accidentally touched my balls again. I wasn’t sure if she knew it or did it intentionally, but it was an incredible feeling. She didn’t back away either. In fact, it seemed she was rubbing it deliberately, practically toying with my balls and all the while pretending to be massaging my muscles.

I couldn’t hold back a moan as she was doing this. I didn’t want to be too obvious about it and tried camouflaging it with a cough. The same thing happened on my right leg and I had to hide a moan there too.

“You okay, Jacob?” Ashley asked softly.

“Yeah. What you’re doing feels great!” I answered with a bit of a hoarse voice.

Ashley stopped toying with my balls and her hands went higher. She held my butt with both hands and started massaging my butt muscles. I didn’t know yet how amazing that could feel. She even slid her slippery fingers between my cheeks to get a good grip. She was inches away from my anus, and I was wondering if she’d go there too.

“With her slippery fingers, this could get interesting,” I thought to myself and giggled internally.

Next up were these amazing long strokes over my entire body. I just loved this. And I was glad that there were no clothes or towels in the way. It was just hands and fingers everywhere. Every now and then, I felt Ashley’s nipples brush some part of my body, and feeling her hands all over my back, got me pretty worked up.

“Time to do your front,” Ashley said and I saw her turn her back to me.

I knew I had a difficult decision to make. Ashley was showing off her tits, I was showing off my butt and would I dare to show my bare boner to my sister? I was horny as fuck because of all the touching and bare flesh. But nevertheless, I chickened out. I turned onto my back, took the towel, and stuffed it between my legs like this morning. I made sure my balls and boner were covered, and everything else was accessible for my sister.

“I’m ready,” I said to Ashley.

She turned around and looked at me. I forced my eyes on her face instead of her boobs, and I wasn’t sure, but there was a hint of disappointment on her face. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and started working on my upper body muscles. Now that I was lying on my back and I could see the upper half of my sister’s body, I couldn’t take my eyes away from her boobs. She was standing at my head, working toward my groin, which meant she was bent over and her boobs were inches away from my face. I was fighting an internal struggle, whether to kiss her nipple or to pretend that this was the most normal thing in the world. I chickened out once again and decided to leave her boobs alone.

All too soon Ashley moved back down to my feet and did her magic down there. Because of the towel between my legs, she couldn’t touch my balls, which a part of me regretted deeply. After she was done with my muscles and it was time for the long strokes, Ashley hesitated.

“Do you know what a happy ending is, Jacob?” she suddenly asked.

“Uhm. It’s when a book or movie makes you feel good after it’s over?” I tried.

I didn’t have a clue back then what she meant. I never heard about the happy ending Ashley was referring to. I almost fell off the table because of what Ashley did next. Her hand slowly slid under the towel and her slippery hand gripped my straining boner firmly.

“You’re right. It’s meant to make you feel good. But it’s not always a book or a movie,” she softly said and slowly started to stroke me.

I heard myself moan as her fist was sliding up and down my dick. I managed to look at her face and she was looking concentrated at my dick. I looked too and it was still mostly covered by the towel. I opened my legs to release the towel and the moment I did this, Ashley’s other hand took the towel and dropped it on the floor.

There I was. Butt naked, lying on my back on a massage table, with my topless sister jerking me off. She gripped my dick firmly and because of all the oil on her hand, it felt like nothing I ever felt before.

“Ohh… Ashley… This is… Ahhh,” I moaned.

“Sshh, little brother. Just let me take care of you,” she said, her eyes still focused on my dick.

She obviously wasn’t an expert. But her slippery hands and her naked breast made up for that big time. And because I was already worked up, my orgasm approached all too quickly. The familiar tingling in my balls was starting, and usually, I’d hold the jerking back a little as this happens. But since I wasn’t in control, the tingling kept spreading and the spreading was way faster than when I jerk myself. Ashley didn’t speed up or slow down, she just kept going. I reached the point of no return quicker than ever before, but it took longer for my orgasm to take off. It was a weird sensation.

“AHHHH… MMNG…” I groaned.

It took another second or two for my sperm to blast out of my dick. Four blasts of my still watery sperm landed on my chest. The first one even hit me on the chin. Considering this was my second cum of the day and still be able to shoot this much and this far, was a big compliment to Ashley.

“Wow,” Ashley whispered.

I could only smile as I laid there panting in the afterglow of my best orgasm ever. Ashley looked at her hand and wiped the few drops of sperm on it in the towel. I was lying there, completely exposed with globs of sperm on my body but felt absolutely no shame or shyness. I was still hard but felt satisfied nonetheless. Ashley looked me in the eyes and I could see she was a bit uncertain.

“I know what they mean about happy endings now,” I giggled.

The uncertainty washed from Ashley’s face and she started giggling too.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d let me do this,” she softly said.

“Why did you do this? Is this in the book too? Because if it is, it’s my favorite chapter!”

“There is something in the book about full body-to-body massages and couples massages, where penis techniques are mentioned. But I wanted to do this to you from the moment I saw your erection in your underwear. I don’t know why, but I just had to see and touch it. Is that weird?”

“Nah. I don’t think so. I wanted to kiss your nipples too a couple of minutes ago,” I confessed.

“You did? Why didn’t you do it?”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d react. So I chickened out,” I said and took the towel to wipe the cum off my body.

“I wouldn’t have minded it,” Ashley shyly said and looked at the ground.

I dropped the towel on the ground and sat up straight. This time I didn’t hesitate, and softly kissed both Ashley’s nipples, extracting a moan from her.

“Ashley?” e heard our dad say as he softly knocked on the door.

We were both startled by this unexpected intrusion. Thank god she locked the door and our parents were decent enough to respect the privacy of a massage salon.

“Your mom said that I should ask you for a massage,” our dad said.

“Just a second, dad. I’m almost finished with Jacob. He just needs to get his stuff, and then I’ll be ready,” Ashley said with a surprising calmness in her voice.
I got up from the table, put on my clothes, grabbed the towels we used, and put them in the hamper. Ashley quickly put her clothes on too and before we knew it, the room was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Because of the surprise and fear of being busted, my erection was gone, so we were good to go. Ashley gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you, Jacob. I liked it a lot,” she whispered in my ear.

I blushed and didn’t have an answer, so I kissed her too, only I chose the lips. We broke our kiss and Ashley opened the door. I looked at our dad and smiled at him.

“Mom’s right. She’s an excellent masseuse,” I said to my dad and gave Ashley a wink.

“Well. I hope she’ll give me a massage because I’m really curious by now,” he smiled.

“Come on in, dad. Get ready to be amazed,” I heard Ashley say as I went to my room to digest all that had happened.

***

I was still sleeping when I heard a light knock on my bedroom door.

“Jacob?”

“Grmbl…” I responded.

Ashley opened my door and walked into my room. She was wearing her bathrobe and I noticed she hadn’t done her hair and make-up yet.

“Mom and dad will be gone until about two. They’re going to the Parkers to attend the online church meeting there, and they’ll be staying for lunch too,” Ashley said and sat on the edge of my bed.

“What time is it?” I asked, still a bit sleepy.

“Almost nine. I figured you’d be up for another session, so I decided to wake you.”

I was instantly awake.

“You want to do it again?” I asked.

Last night I figured that maybe this had just been a one-time event, and didn’t expect a second session. I was still green as grass with this stuff and obviously misjudged it.

“Of course I do! I had a lot of fun yesterday. And I need the practice, remember? And because we’ve got a lot of time on our hand now, I’d like to try the full body-to-body massage too. If you don’t mind that is.”

“I don’t know what it is, but it sounds like fun,” I said, not sure how that would work, but the name did sound kinda fun.

“Great! Let’s go then,” Ashley said and as she stood up, she yanked the blanket from my body.

“Hey!!” I squeaked, immediately covering my dick with my hands.

I sleep in the nude, and covering myself was a natural response to sisters exposing you. I immediately realized Ashley had seen it all already, but I wasn’t giving in easily.

“Come on, Jacob. Don’t be a prude. I’ve had it in my hand, for Christ’s sake,” she laughed. “Come on, I already turned the heating on.”

Ashley waited for me at the door as I contemplated my options. I could be all shy and grab my boxers, or I could pretend I didn’t care anymore and just walk over to the room in the buff. I decided to act all cool and just go naked. So, I got up and walked past my sister to the massage room.

“Nice butt, bro,” I heard Ashley giggle behind me.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop treating me like a piece of meat, will ya?” I laughed.

When I opened the door to the salon, I felt the warmth spreading over me. I walked over to the table and laid down on my belly, waiting for Ashley to start. She walked over in front of me, dropped her bathrobe, and hung it on the hook on the wall. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. Ashley was wearing a white thong and nothing else. It must be in our genes because her ass looked fabulous too. Especially in that thong. I was instantly hard as a rock.

The first part of the session was pretty much the same as yesterday. Every now and then, I felt her nipples brush my skin. And she was toying with my balls more openly now. Because I spread my legs a bit wider, she had much better access to it. And now I didn’t feel the need to suppress my moans.

“You like this?” She whispered with her mouth inches away from my ear and her nipples brushing my back, as she gently kept toying with my balls.

“Ohhh, yesss. Mmhhh,” I purred.

“Good. Time to turn to your back.”

I rolled on my back and let my eyes roam over my sister’s body. I noticed she did the same and had her eyes fixed on my rock-hard boner. She stood at my head and started massaging my upper body again. This time when one of her nipples came close to my mouth, I sucked it in and lapped my tongue over it. Ashley continued massaging me, but I could hear her moan as I paid attention to her nipples. Eventually, she had to move, because she couldn’t reach the rest of my body. But up until today, she never gave this much attention to my upper body.

She was working on my upper legs again and kept toying with my balls every chance she could get away with. Her long strokes missed my dick by a hair each time her hands came near it. It was driving me nuts, and I could feel my dick leaking stuff. I was so horned up, that a bit of cum was already coming out. I later learned it was precum, but up until then I never had this. My big sister was driving me nuts. In a good way.

And then, all of a sudden, and when I didn’t expect it anymore, she started massaging over my dick. She wasn’t stroking me, but her oily hands moved over my dick, the same way as over the rest of my body. At this point, I couldn’t stop moaning.

“Do you want a happy ending?” Ashley teasingly asked.

“Ohhh… Yes please,” I moaned.

At that moment her hand closed around my dick and started moving up and down on it. With her thumb, she rubbed the cum all over my glans, which was an even better feeling, and the other hand played with my balls. Her jerking hand kept alternating between a firm and a loose grip, which caused a build-up when it was firmer, and it went down a bit with the looser grip. I never thought of this before, but in my private jerk-off sessions, I’d definitely try this too.

I kept moaning constantly and each time I was close to cumming, Ashley squeezed my balls. Not to the point that it hurt, but enough for the tingling sensation between my balls and my anus to die down a bit. But as she kept increasing the speed of her fist, the inevitable was going to happen. The tingling spread from between my legs to my balls. And from my balls to my lower abdomen, until…

“Ahhh! I’m cumming, Ashley!” I groaned.

“OH, yes! Shoot, Jacob! Cum for me,” I heard Ashley say in the background.

My ears were beeping and my vision blurred. As the first spurt left my dick, Ashley’s finger slipped over my anus. I didn’t know if she did it intentionally, but it had an awesome effect on me. I came so hard, I almost screamed. All the time I heard Ashley moan as she kept milking my dick. She let go of my cock and moved toward my head. Before I knew it, she kissed me hard on my mouth and slipped her tongue between my lips. It was my first French kiss, but I figured out the mechanics of it quickly. Ashley moaned in my mouth while we were Frenching. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand inside her thong. We kissed like this for a few minutes, before she broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry, Jacob. But this was so hot!” she said a bit apologetic.

“Huh?” I asked a bit confused. “What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t be molesting you like this. It isn’t exactly professional, is it?”

“I don’t care. To me, it’s the best feeling in the world,” I honestly said.

“I don’t know why I find your dick so appealing,” she said, eyeing it and licking her lips.

“Don’t you want Brandon’s dick in your hand? Isn’t that what started all this?”

“Fuck Brandon!” she said and kissed me again.

After this kiss, she took a towel and cleaned the cum from my body. I was still as stiff as I could ever be, especially after Ashley cleaned my dick. She stood straight and looked me in my eyes with a look I never saw before.

“Let’s try the body-to-body massage,” Ashley said and started peeling off her thong.

I just had to look. Slowly her thong slid down her thighs, exposing more and more of her vagina. She had a small stripe of pubic hair, which looked great on her. Of course, this was the first pussy I ever saw in my life that wasn’t a drawing, and I didn’t know what to think of it. There wasn’t much to look at, so I decided I liked her tits better. After my sister was completely naked, she took the oil and started spreading it over her upper body.

“There,” she said after she was done.

I had a vague sense of what this type of massage was, and as she climbed on the table with me, I realized I was right.

“Relax, little brother. Enjoy this session,” she said with an odd tone in her voice.

Ashley started at around my knees and pressed her boobs against my body. She slowly moved her body upward, so her whole upper body rubbed against mine. When she was stretched out completely, she kissed me deeply. I felt the heat of her pussy against my hip and my hard dick was trapped between our slippery bodies. She moved her body down, all the time her boobs and upper body pressed against me. She reached my dick and pressed her boobs together, trapping my dick between them, and moved up and down a bit, mimicking a hand job. This wouldn’t get me off but was wildly erotic. This went on for a couple of minutes and I was horny as hell again after all this contact.

Ashley moved her body up again, and I could feel her shift a bit. She kissed me deeply again. At that moment, I couldn’t resist anymore and my hands grabbed her butt. She spread her legs and now I felt the heat of her pussy directly on my dick. Her hips started moving and she was grinding herself against my pole. My dick was already slippery, but the wetness of my sister’s pussy increased it even more.

Ashley was panting heavily and so was I, but she kept on grinding. If she kept going like this, I was sure I’d cum again in a few minutes. But she suddenly stopped moving and broke the kiss. She looked me deep in my eyes and moved her hips a bit further up my body.

“I don’t wanna wait any longer,” she groaned and reached between our bodies, took my cock in her hand, and pressed my dickhead against her warm, wet opening.

My heart skipped a beat or two, as I realized what we were about to do. Ashley had a very focused look on her face, as she started moving her body down again. At that moment I felt the tip of my dick enter my sister. I started moaning the moment I entered her.

“Fuck me, little brother. Fuck me!” Ashley said, moving down even further.

My thirteen-year-old virgin dick slowly entered my fourteen-year-old sister’s pussy. She didn’t stop once and just kept impaling herself on my dick.

“Ohhh… Jacob! You’re almost completely ins… ahh. I fee… grrmph,” Ashley said a little out of breath.

I couldn’t think straight anymore either. As the last part of my dick entered my sister, I had to do some math and think about dead kittens and stuff because my entire groin area was tingling. This was a lot better than her hand and way better than I ever imagined.

The moment our pubes merged, we both froze. This was it. We were officially no longer virgins. We looked each other deep in the eyes, and without using words we both knew what the other meant. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt magical at the time. Ashley nodded lightly and started moving her body up, making my dick beginning to slide out. She must’ve felt she was running out of dick because right before I would slip out, she moved back down again.

As she did this, the look on her face changed. Her focused look had made room for a more dreamy look as if she wasn’t quite with me anymore. My hands were still on her hips as she picked up the up and down pace. I saw her oil-covered tits jiggling in front of my face, and couldn’t resist. I moved both my hands from her hips to her boobs and started massaging the slick globes. Her nipples were extremely stiff and poking in the palm of my hand. It was a nice distraction from the feeling on my dick. I was feeling close to cumming, but massaging my sister’s tits, got the edge off a little bit.

“Hmmm. Ohhh, Jacob!” Ashley kept moaning.

As I felt sparks started flying between my balls and anus, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I involuntarily started matching my sister’s rhythm, by lifting my ass from the table and practically slamming our groins together. By now Ashley was panting heavily and as I looked up at her eyes, I saw them cross and she clamped her lips together, so just a small stripe was visible.

My sister froze completely and her hands gripped my shoulders so firmly, it almost hurt. And that’s when I felt her pussy sharply contracting around my dick. Her mouth opened and she tilted her head back, so she looked at the ceiling.

“AHH… YESSS!!” she moaned.

I was approaching the point of no return and had no intention to stop fucking my big sister. So I kept slamming my hips against hers as she obviously came, and I kept massaging her tits. The contractions around my dick slowed down a bit, and Ashley looked down at me, still panting heavily. I could see the tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth, so I figured she was concentrating hard too. I didn’t care. I needed to cum. There was only one thing in the world that mattered to me now, and that was filling up my big sister with my cum.

This thought scared me a little bit but excited me terribly at the same time. I kept slamming my groin against Ashley’s and all the time feeling the tension build up more. I was way past the point where I thought the build-up would end and I would cum. I’ve never felt this much on the edge of cumming before. I wasn’t thinking anymore, just sliding my cock in and out of my sister’s pussy.

And that’s when it happened. I saw bright sparks in front of my eyes and heard that beep in my ears again as I slid my cock deep inside for the last time. During this last upward motion, I felt my balls emptying themselves and by the time I was all the way in, the first spurt came out.

“HHHHH…” was all that left my mouth.

“Ahh! I feel it…” Ashley moaned. “AHHH!!”

I was still balls-deep inside my sister and emptying my balls, as I felt her pussy contracting again. This feeling prolonged my own cum even more. My balls were still contracting, but there just was no cum left anymore. I collapsed back on the table, and as I felt the contractions on Ashley’s pussy fade, she laid herself down on me. We laid there sweating, panting, and still slick from all the oil. Ashley started stroking my hair and my hands started caressing her back. If this was the way sex worked, I wanted it every minute of every day. I felt so at ease and so connected with my sister at this moment, that I wanted this to last forever.

“You’re amazing, Jacob,” Ashley whispered in my ear.

“YOU are amazing, Ashley,” I responded.

Not the most intriguing dialogue, but I was already glad that something came out of my mouth. Ashley started kissing me again, but this time it wasn’t enough to keep me hard. I guess two cums within thirty minutes, is too much. Even for a thirteen-year-old boy. As I slowly slid out, Ashley stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes.

“And we haven’t even reached our final lessons,” she giggled.

“Wow. You’re right! I can’t wait,” I said and started laughing.

“Well. No matter what’s in these lessons, we’re doing this a lot more,” Ashley said seriously.

“Definitely!” I said. “I do think we need to wash the oil off our bodies, don’t you think?”

“Wanna shower together?” Ashley asked with a sly smile.

“Sure!” I responded enthusiastically.

And off we went to take a shower.

***

About three-hundred miles away, a young girl sat panting in front of a computer screen. Her big brothers hard dick was still balls-deep inside her, slowly deflating after he just fired his sperm into his sister once again.

“Sam? Will you come down, please? Brunch is ready.”

“I’m coming, mom! Just a sec.” she responded casually.

“Is Blake in there with you?”

“Yes. He is. We’re fine-tuning the software for the afternoon session.”

“Great! Will you both come down, so we can have brunch together?”

“Sure. We just have to save this and then we’ll come down.”

“This is awesome stuff, Blake. We have to help mom get more customers,” the girl softly said and started giggling.

“Don’t worry. I’m almost done with the new website. That’ll probably get us a lot of new customers,” Blake said as he slipped out of his sister and stood up.

With his dick so close in front of her face, she couldn’t resist. She took the soft cock in her mouth and licked it clean, as she did so often.

“Ahh. Stop it, Sam. We need to go downstairs, or our mom will be suspicious,” Blake said stepping back and started putting on his clothes. “Don’t forget to re-enable the blur option.”

“Don’t worry.” Samantha said, checked the ‘enable blur’ icon, and turned off the computer. “We’ve got to start recording this stuff,” she mumbled to herself.

The End.

Here you go, kids. A sweet, short little story. I focussed on keeping it short, and I think I managed. I know massaging it’s a chewed-out subject with these kinds of stories. But I just couldn’t resist. I also realize that this isn’t my best story. I miss the story arc and character development to be honest. But my goal was to keep it short and it came out easily. I also wanted to make a small reference to the current COVID situation, which resulted in this setup. Maybe if you read this story in a few years, you might wonder what the fuss was about. Or maybe not. We don’t know. I just knew I had fun writing it.

Amissis mihi locus

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Bullied to Buff – Part Four

Bullied to Buff – Part Four
By
Jason Crow

“I don’t wanna talk about things we’ve gone through,” Kaylee said to me.

I tried to talk to her about our dad and the history we had, but she wouldn’t have it. Seeing her in denial now, made me realize she’d probably need some psychiatric help in the future. But to be honest, she did appear fine. Heck, maybe I was the one needing psychiatric help. Kaylee just hugged me and said she liked the way we live now way too much to care about the past. I could only praise her for that attitude. We were dressing for school now after our morning shower. Kaylee practically abandoned her own room and was doing all her stuff in mine now. Only now and then, when she needed peace and quiet for her homework, she’d go to her room.

Our workout routine didn’t change much after our last session for the remaining days our mom was at home. We kept masturbating each other, and only once ate and sucked the other. By now, it was Monday, and our mom left this morning for an entire week. This was the first time she was gone for such a long period, so she gave us quite an extensive list of instructions. Kaylee and I were both looking forward to being alone all the time, so we just let it come to us.
That morning, after my math class, I was walking to my locker when I saw Thomas running toward me. He had a worried look on his face.

“Hey, dude. Where’s the fire?” I asked jokingly.

“It’s Kaylee… Nelson… basement…” he panted.

I slammed my locker shut and ran to the basement, vaguely aware Thomas was following me. ‘The Basement’ was a room known to all people in school. It was a small room below our main building, used for storing the outdoor sporting equipment and only accessible through a narrow corridor that led to a set of stairs that ended in the storage room.

I had no idea what was going on with Kaylee, but the look in Thomas’ eyes had me on full alert. So as I was running toward the basement, all sorts of awful images went through my head.

“Keep going! I’ll get Mrs. Collins!” Thomas called behind me.

I had no intention of stopping. There was something wrong with my sister and I needed to help her! That was all I was thinking about. I passed Mr. Hoffs, who yelled something at me, but what he yelled didn’t register.

I rounded the corner around the main building and from here on it was a straight shot toward the hallway that led to the basement. I could already see one of the two guys that were always with Nelson. I couldn’t see if it was Crabbe or Goyle as we always called them, but I didn’t care at all. He was obviously on the lookout. I slowed down a bit as I approached him and, he looked a bit surprised to see me.

“Nelson! NO! Stop it!” I heard my sister scream from inside the basement.

The tone I heard in her voice was one of great agony. There was no doubt about that. I quickened my pace to a full-on sprint, and the guy on the lookout made a move to stop me. I jumped toward him in full sprint with my shoulder pointed at him. He didn’t expect that, because My shoulder hit him on his chin at full speed, causing both of us to tumble over. I quickly crawled up, leaving the guy motionless on the ground. I wasted no time on him and sprinted toward the basement through the hallway.

The moment I entered the small room, it took me a second to realize what I was looking at. Kaylee was lying on her back with her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pulled up, exposing her breasts. Goyle (or Crabbe) was pinning her down by holding her wrists and looking directly at Kaylee’s breasts. Nelson stood between her legs with his pants around his ankles and his erection tenting out the front of his underwear. He had pulled Kaylee’s skirt up, exposing her underwear. Nelson was stunned seeing me, considering the look on his face.

“Hey, freak… Get lost! Or do you want a piece of her too?” He then laughed at Goyle (or Crabbe) “But only after I’m done! With that monster of yours, you’ll probably split her in half!”

That last part didn’t register. Everything before my eyes got a red glow, and I just lost it. I don’t remember anything from what happened in the basement. Later Kaylee told me what I did.

Before he finished his sentence, I stepped toward Nelson and kicked him in the nuts with everything I had in me. He curled into a fetal position, and at that time, Goyle (or Crabbe) shouted something. I took a baseball bat from the storage bag behind Nelson, and in one, swift motion, swung it down on his forearms. He fell to his knees and he started screaming, looking at his arms that were in an unnatural upward bend. I turned around, lifted the bat above my head, and struck Nelson about three or four times before someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me out of the basement.

The first thing I remember is looking at the worried face of Mr. Hoffs, who was pinning me down. He’d run after me and followed me into the basement. Even pinned down, I could see Mrs. Collins enter the basement. Thomas was hard on her heels until she told him to wait outside.

“You’re in big trouble, mister!” Mister Hoffs said to me.

I didn’t care what he said. I struggled to get free from him and check on Kaylee, but he was too strong for me. After a few moments and to my great relief, I saw Mrs. Collins come out of the basement with her arm around Kaylee’s shoulder. She was crying, wearing MRs. Collins’s jacket around her shoulders. The moment she saw me, she ran to me and hugged me the best she could, considering me Hoff was still pinning me down.

“Thank you!” She said to me, still crying and kissed me on my cheek.

After a short while, other teachers showed up and entered the basement too. Mr. Hoffs helped me to my feet and took me, together with mister Sanchez, to the principal.

Well, to make a long story short, Mr. Hoffs was the school counselor at our school for many years, and now it became clear that this wasn’t the first time Nelson tried to rape a girl. In fact, Kaylee was the fourth. Nelson got away with it each time because mister Hoffs didn’t want to deal with all the hassle it generated. Each time he talked the girls into not going to the police and assured them this wouldn’t happen again.

Thomas bringing Mrs. Collins was a good thing because she wouldn’t let Nelson get away with it of course. Otherwise, it would’ve mean getting expelled from school. This series of unfortunate events brought a shitstorm over our school. They had to fire Mr. Hoffs because of his actions and even pressed charges against him. I don’t know the punishment he got, and I frankly don’t care.

And for me? Well, the first guy I knocked down (his name was Jason) had a concussion and broke his jaw. They wired it shut, and he had to eat through a straw for seven weeks. He got suspended for two weeks and had to go to detention for the rest of the year. The other guy (his name was Max) broke both his forearms and had to wear casts for about five weeks. He also got suspended for two weeks and had to go to detention for the rest of the year. Both boy’s parents were so shocked when they found out what their kids were into, they didn’t even blame me. Max’s parents even thanked me personally for setting their boy straight and apologized deeply for what had happened.

Nelson was a different story. My kick broke his pelvic bone, causing him to piss blood, and I later learned the healing took about eleven weeks. Hitting him with the baseball bat broke two of his ribs and bruised one, which also kept him under the weather for ten weeks. Kaylee was a random victim, and he didn’t know she was my sister. His parents insisted on a thorough investigation of the events, because ‘Their poor boy wouldn’t do such horrible things’

The police came, interrogated everyone, and of course, Nelson never stood a chance. Because of his parents and the police investigation, he needed to go to court. He got eighteen months in juvie for attempted rape and got kicked out of school.

This is what happened afterward: The day this all happened, Kaylee asked the principal to call our grandfather, considering our mom was away, and we didn’t want to ruin her first time away in her new job. And besides that, she’ll quickly learn what had happened.

Of course, he came right away and talked to the principal. My granddad was mad as hell when he went into the office, but came out a lot calmer and looked after us after hearing all parts of the story. I had a bruised shoulder and a bruised foot, but luckily that was all. The school did have to punish me because I had broken the rules about violence in school, and they couldn’t let me get away with that. I had to write a two-page essay about grass. It was obviously a symbolic punishment, and I understood why they gave me this penalty.

After everything was said and done in school, our grandfather took us to their home where where by our grandmother greeted us. We had a great lunch and talked about the events a lot. Kaylee appeared to be okay and assured us all that she was doing fine. My granddad couldn’t stop talking about me and how amazing it was what I did. I honestly wasn’t proud of what I’ve done. Mainly because I didn’t remember it, but also because I never wanted to hurt anyone. But most of all, I was scared of the person I was when I lost it and went berserk.

Our grandma offered us to stay the night. I figured it was the sensible thing to do, so Kaylee wouldn’t be without adult supervision for the night. So we agreed and our grandma made our beds for us. We stayed here a lot in the past, and each had our own room upstairs. Our grandparents slept downstairs, so we just had to call out to them and they would be upstairs in a matter of seconds.

After dinner, we called our mom. We put the phone on speaker so everyone could listen and chip in when necessary. Of course, our mom was shocked, and her first reaction was to come home immediately. But after talking a while and our granddad assured her that everything was under control, and that there was nothing she could add by coming home, our mom calmed down a bit.

We discussed our options and things we had to do to wrap this whole thing up. Our mom was obviously bummed out by the fact that she wasn’t there for us when she needed to. But we all dismissed that, and praised her for getting her life back on track. We agreed that this was just a minor bump in the road. She decided to stay at her work, but Kaylee and I had to promise that we’d call every day.

After this, we hung up and the four of us played a game of clue. Kaylee and I didn’t have to go to school the next day because of the events, but around ten, Kaylee announced she wanted to go to bed. It made me realize I was tired too, so we both said goodnight and went upstairs.

Kaylee went into the bathroom first to brush her teeth, so I went to my room and stripped down to my underwear. I entered the bathroom the moment she was finished. She dried her mouth, hung back the towel, and turned around. Out of the blue, she gave me the tightest hug she ever gave me.

“Thank you SO much for protecting me, big brother!”

“Of course, Kaylee! I know you would’ve done the same for me.” I tried toning it down.

“Don’t.” She said. “I know you scared yourself doing this, but I’m glad somebody stood up for me. And it’s even better that you were the one that stood up!”
She loosened the hug and kissed me on my cheek.

“I’m turning in now. Good night!”

“Good night, Kaylee! Don’t let the bed bugs bite..” I smiled.

“I love you, Wyatt. Good night!”

“Love you too! Good night.”

I brushed my teeth and went to my bedroom. I got rid of my underwear and got under the covers. We didn’t have our cooling down session, and normally I’d jack-off before I went to sleep. But right now, I didn’t feel like it at all. I blamed that on everything that happened today. But despite all that, sleep came quickly, and I fell in a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

“Wyatt?” I heard a whisper.

I opened my eyes, but in the pitch dark room, it was as if my eyes were still closed.

“Wyatt?” I heard the whisper again.

“Hmmph,” I grumbled, not fully awake yet.

“I can’t sleep, Wyatt. Can I sleep with you please?”

When we were younger, she used to sleep in my bed a lot. But as we grew older, she stopped coming into my room, and we each slept in our own beds. But her coming in my room now and asking for this meant something was off.

“Of course you can! Get over here.”

I was aware that I was as naked as the day I was born, but I guessed she wouldn’t mind too much. Good thing I was soft too. Otherwise, she might be freaked out or something. I felt my sheets moving and her body moving in under the covers.

“Thank you. I’m a bit scared on my own in that dark room.”

“No problem, sis.”

I felt her head on my chest as she laid her body partially on me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. It was almost as we were watching tv on a night after our workout. I also felt the heat of her pussy on my leg and realized that she was naked too. That combination sent my dick to full-on boner in a few seconds. I decided not to pay any attention to it and hoped Kaylee wouldn’t notice. This just wasn’t the time or place to fool around.

“I really hate Nelson, you know…” she said out of the blue.

“Yeah. I do too… he’s a total dick!”

“And a pencil dick too from what I could see in his underwear..” she giggled.

“Glad you can laugh about it all.” I complimented her.

“Yeah. Me too. Thanks to you!” And she hugged me again, raising her right leg and draping it over my lower body to just below my balls.

We just laid in bed, enjoying each other’s company and not feeling the need to talk. After a few minutes, I felt Kaylee’s breath deepen and her feet doing some sleep twitches. Just as I remembered from when we were younger. She was falling asleep.

***

I woke up feeling hot. The early morning light was coming through the windows, but I could see it was still early. I felt Kaylee’s breast against my chest and her pussy still warm on my leg. We both barely moved during the night. One thing moved, though. Kaylee’s hand was wrapped around my erection, just holding it. I tried moving the blankets down as carefully as possible, so we wouldn’t be that hot anymore. Kaylee moved a bit, but she didn’t fully wake up. Her hand moved up and down on my dick as a sort of involuntary reaction, and it caused me to moan softly. The jerking motion stopped after a bit, and I slowly drifted off to sleep again.

I had some vague dream about school that abruptly ended, and I felt Kaylee’s body moving and her breasts rubbing against my chest. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was, and at that moment Kaylee started nibbling at my ear and whispered:

“Time for you to wake up too,” and her hand moved up and down my shaft again.

“Grmpfh” I answered, but enjoying the feeling on my dick a lot.

“I hear grandma making breakfast downstairs, so we need to get up.” She said, still slowly jerking me.

“Okay. Mmmhh..” I replied.

“Thank you for letting me stay here last night. I needed that.” She said, abruptly let go of my dick and sat up exposed her breasts to me.

“Sure. Anytime!” I responded, feeling a slight disappointment that she let go of my dick.

“I’ll shower at home. We’ll ask grandpa to drop us off, okay? That way we can do an extensive workout and be on our own. Agree?”

“Good idea. I didn’t do my workout yesterday and this morning, so yeah. And I need to do some laundry.”

We both got up, got dressed, brushed our teeth, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. After breakfast our grandfather took us to the police station, so Kaylee and I could answer some more questions. After that, he dropped us off at our home, and Kaylee and I were alone again.

We managed to get a few chores done and we did some homework together we needed to do for the next day. Next, we went downstairs, stripped and both did an extensive workout, without our usual cooling down. Kaylee didn’t initiate it and I didn’t know if she was ready for it yet.

We did shower together, and Kaylee asked me, for the first time, if I could wash her back. I eagerly accepted the option to touch her magnificent body and lathered her back. I hesitated slightly near her butt, but quickly decided to go for broke and wash her butt too.

“Nice.” She said. “Can you do my front too, please,” as casual as she could and she turned around.

I’d never let an opportunity like this go to waste, so I made sure there was enough shower gel on my hands and started working my way from her shoulders down to her feet. I couldn’t help myself and paid extra attention to her boobs, feeling her nipples harden even more under my touch. I lingered as long as I could around her boobs, before I made my way down her stomach.

Once I reached her pussy, I hesitated. But Kaylee helped me out by spreading her legs a bit, allowing me better access. So I rubbed around at her pussy, making sure to pay extra attention to her clit. She never gave any signs of liking or disliking it, and she never moaned, but I knew she liked what I was doing by all the experiences we shared already. I moved lower to wash her legs and feet and by the time I was back at her pussy, Kaylee said:

“Thanks! Let me do you now,” and she closed her legs. “Turn around.”

I turned my back to her as she poured some of my shower gel in her hands and started working on my neck and shoulders. It was more of a massage then soaping me up, but I found it extremely nice and relaxing. She worked her way down my arms and back before reaching my ass. Kaylee didn’t hesitate and kneaded both my cheeks, and I liked it.

Her hands went lower, and she washed my legs. When she was at my feet, she asked me to turn around. I almost hit her on her head with my boner when I turned around, but we both acted like it didn’t happen, although I had to suppress a giggle. Her hands moved slowly from my calf’s upward to between my legs. Her wrists touched my balls as her hand and fingers washed me between my legs. She paid special attention to the bit between my ball sack and anus, which I learned then was a highly erogenous zone.

Her hands left my thighs and the inevitable happened. Both her soapy hands were going up and down on my rock hard dick. I couldn’t stop moaning as she did this. One hand went to my balls and started massaging them, while she kept jerking me.

All too soon, Kaylee stopped and stood back up, her hands going further upward and washed my belly.

“Hmmm… Your six-pack is getting there, brother…” and she kept rubbing me there.

Her hands went to my chest and shoulders, and her massaging hands made me feel proud of all the hard work I’ve done so far. Kaylee surprised me by licking my ear and moaned in it. At the same time, her hand moved back to my dick and she started jerking me again. Fast and determined this time.

Because of all the touching, groping, and moaning, I was close to cumming already.

“Ohhhh…yeahhhh,” I moaned.

“Shoot for me! I want to feel your cum spurting out of your fat cock!” She moaned in my ear.

Her talking like this was so insanely exciting, I couldn’t hold it back. I immediately came.

“AAAHHHHHH..” I groaned.

“Yesssss… shoot for me, big brother… let it go!” And her hand kept milking me.

She jacked me off enough to know when to stop jerking. And so she stopped just in time before I got too sensitive. As the water still cascaded down on us, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She looked me horny in my eyes and kissed me hungrily on my mouth. It lasted a few seconds before we broke apart and I smiled at her.

“Wow. That was… wow! You sure know how to do it just right for me, Kaylee!”

“Then why did you stop fooling around, Wyatt?” She asked seriously.

“Huh!? What do you mean?” I asked.

“Yesterday and today you avoided me like the plague. Is it because of what happened with Nelson?”

“What? No! Of course not! Well… a little bit maybe… I wanted you to have some space. I reasoned that letting you set the pace was the best thing to do. I didn’t want to impose myself.”

“That’s very considerate of you, Wyatt. But I already told you I’m fine! So let’s keep the good thing going, okay?”

“Okay, Kaylee. I won’t hold back anymore. I promise!” And my hand started moving toward her pussy.

“Thank you! But not right now,” she smiled and closed her legs shut. “First we eat and watch tv. Maybe another workout session tonight?”

“Maybe,” I responded and retracted my hand.

I wasn’t too much into another session after the intense session I just finished. But I wouldn’t want to spoil another opportunity either. So that ‘maybe’ was exactly what I meant to say. We did just what Kaylee proposed. We went downstairs, naked of course, and I ordered the pizza. Kaylee poured the drinks and selected a movie from the extensive list of movies I downloaded and placed on a hard-drive, connected to the tv. When the doorbell rang, I threw on my bathrobe, got the pizza and paid the delivery guy.

As we started munching down on the pizza, I realized how long it’s been since we had pizza. I knew it didn’t fit into our diet, but man! It was tasty!

“I didn’t know I missed pizza this much,” Kaylee said with her mouth full.

“Funny! I was just thinking the same!” I laughed.

The movie Kaylee selected was ‘The Blue Lagoon’. I never heard of it, and seeing it was released in 1980 didn’t exactly get my hopes up. But if I could watch a movie naked, with a naked girl cuddled up against me, I’d even watch a four hour documentary about snails growing up.

But the movie surprised me big time! I even boned up a few times during the movie, which Kaylee found funny, and it made her playfully bounce my boner around. On the other hand, I felt her nipples harden a lot of times during the movie too. And each time they did, I softly pinched them. After the movie was over, I was both horny and confused. They were sort of brother and sister and got a kid together. And horny because of all the flesh I’d seen. I was soft at the moment and still doubtful about another workout session.

“Do you mind if we go to bed?” Kaylee quietly asked.

“Not at all… I was just thinking about how tired I am and that another workout isn’t an option for me.”

“Good!” And she stood up and started cleaning up the plates and glasses.

I made sure all the doors and windows were shut and turned off the lights. We brushed our teeth side by side and the moment I was ready to wish Kaylee a good night, she looked me in the eyes.

“Do you mind if I sleep with you again tonight?”

This was more than just a normal question to sleep in my bed. Maybe I read into it, but her whole body language was different than normal.

“I think I’m ready for it…” she whispered.

My heart skipped two beats, hearing her say this. I immediately knew what she meant, and I didn’t read into it! The butterflies in my stomach were back with a vengeance. I was so nervous, I didn’t even get a boner from the anticipation.

“Oh…” was all I managed to get out my throat.

My little sister stood there before my eyes in all her glory, and without a shred of clothing or bashfulness. But she looked so vulnerable at the same time, I felt I needed to do something. So I stepped forward, put one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, and I picked her up in my arms. Kaylee wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply on my lips.

I carried her into my room like a groom carrying his bride, where I put her down on my bed gently. The glow coming from the hallway light made her body almost radiant. She looked magnificent and fragile, a sex goddess and a young girl. All at the same time. I laid down on the bed beside her and kissed her on her lips. I slowly moved down to her neck, while my right hand played with her left nipple.

“Mhhh… this is nice” Kaylee purred. “Will you make me a woman?”

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you… You know… With my… um big… penis…”

“Don’t be. Just be as gentle as you always are. I know you’ll never hurt me on purpose. We’ll do this together.”

Kaylee spread her legs and looked at me full of lust and anticipation. She smiled nervously and then eyed my boner.

I was feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. I didn’t want to hurt her but was also very excited to be devirginized. I didn’t want to do anything wrong but also wanted to put my dick inside her and feel what it was like. I decided not to dwell on these feelings and got between my little sister’s spread legs, my hard-on leading the way.

I put my hands next to her head and lowered my body down on top of her and felt her breasts press against my chest. My dick nestled between her legs, lying on top of her warm and moist pussy.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked one last time as I moved my butt back, so my penis moved toward her opening.

“Go for it, my big, strong brother,” she whispered.

My dick was moving slowly downward and flopped down on the mattress when I was at the end of her pussy. Kaylee immediately took it in her hand and lined me up. I felt the wet, warm opening of her pussy at the tip of my dick.

“There… Now just push it in slowly,” she said and the anticipation beamed from her face.

I carefully pushed forward. I felt the pressure on my dickhead growing, but also felt that I was entering something warm and wet. The next thing I noticed as I pushed forward, was a small ‘popping’ feeling as the rim of my glans was engulfed and surrounded by my sisters pussy lips.

“OHHHH. Wyatt!” Kaylee moaned. “I feel it going in!”

I was lost for words. The feeling on my dick was so overwhelming, I could barely think. I paused a few seconds after my dickhead was in my sister’s pussy. But I needed to go further. I wasn’t sure how far I could enter her, because I had no clue how deep a girls pussy was. I was constantly reminded of how big my dick was, so I was a bit worried that only the tip, or maybe only a tiny bit more could go in.

So I kept pushing and felt more and more of my dick slowly entering the most wonderful place I ever felt. I was about halfway in when I heard Kaylee moan again, but this time it wasn’t just pure pleasure.

“AAHHHH!” She said and pushed at my chest with her hands.

“Did I hurt you? Do you want me to pull out?” I asked worriedly.

“No no! Don’t you dare take it out!” She panted. “Just give me a moment to get used to being so filled up down there.”

I held perfectly still and looked intensely at her to see if she was doing okay. I still saw that hornier than horny look in her eyes, so I figured it was still good.

“Slide back a tiny bit and then forward again,” Kaylee whispered.

And that is just what I did. Pulling back a little got me lubed up again, which made pushing forward again a lot easier.

“Ohhhhh, Wyatt…. Don’t stop! Push it all the way in! I’m… Agghh” Kaylee moaned, and her eyes turned back in her head.

She wasn’t cumming. I knew her too well for that, but she was losing control over her body, that much was clear. And I felt a vague sense of pride being the one giving it to her. I pulled back a bit and pushed forward two more times when I felt my pubic hair met hers. This was it. I was all the way in! Kaylee looked at me a bit unfocused and placed both her hands on my butt.

“I ooh… feel you hitting aahhh… something inside,” she panted.

“Does it hurt!?” I asked worriedly again.

“Ahh… What?” And she tried focusing on my eyes again. “No, no! It’s amazing! Now fuck me, big brother. Fuck me! Please fuck me!”

This wasn’t the Kaylee I knew from our other endeavors. It was almost like she was possessed or something. But I wasn’t thinking too clearly myself by now. My dick was in the most wonderful place I could ever imagine, and I was encouraged to move in and out of it.

The moment I pulled back, I was careful not to pull back too far, because I didn’t want to slip out. So all too soon I pushed back slowly, still being careful.

“Ooaahhh!” Kaylee groaned as I was fully back in again.

I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick. It was almost as if she was cumming. The difference was that the contractions weren’t as strong, nor as frequent as normal.

“AAHHH… YESS!” And her fingers dug themselves in my butt cheek and lower back.

This second encouragement got me going. I moved out and in again, this time a bit further out. The next time even further. The third time I slipped out, but this time I managed to quickly get it in myself and it slipped in easily. I immediately slid it all the way back in and I felt no resistance doing so.

“Faster!” Kaylee groaned again. “Do it faster!”

I shrugged mentally because that’s what she wants, and by now it’s obvious I’m not hurting her in any way. On the contrary. And that’s when a good rhythm started to form. I was glad I came not too long ago, so I could last a bit longer and savor this awesome feeling. In the back of my mind, the idea hit that Kaylee planned it back then already and wanted me to cum, so I could last longer. Ah well… I didn’t mind one bit…

I was now steadily pounding away, and Kaylee’s head moved from one side to the other, constantly moaning and her pussy still contracting. I was starting to lose it myself as the pressure in me kept boiling.

“FSTRRR!” Came from Kaylee’s mouth.

That was it for me. I started pounding away faster and harder. This also meant I was reaching the point of no return quickly now. The feeling around my dick and my thrashing sister below me, obviously having the time of her life, were making me feel all warm and tingly inside. A few moments later, that same tingle focused on my balls. I was reaching my climax.

My movement was stronger now. Slower, but stronger. I practically slammed my groin against Kaylee’s pussy now as the pressure in my balls kept building. I tried holding back as long as I could, but the moment Kaylee’s body stiffened under me and her arms and legs wrapped around me, I felt it. Her pussy contracted sharply, and I managed two more pushes before I shot my sperm in my thirteen-year-old sister’s pussy.

“AAARGGHH!” Kaylee almost screamed.

“AHH… I’m cumming!” I managed to grunt.

“Ohhh… Yes! I can feel it splashing inside me…” Kaylee said with wonder in her voice.

She held me firmly against her with both her arms and legs as I kept unloading and tried to catch my breath. Kaylee started kissing me all over my face and neck.

My body went practically limp on her, and I laid my head down next to her face. I felt both exhausted and proud. Exhausted because of the intensity of the actions and proud because I gave my sister an intense orgasm during her first fuck. My dick was deflating, and I felt it slowly slipping out of Kaylee’s pussy. I pulled it out completely and laid down beside her. Kaylee immediately cuddled up against me and put her hand on my now soft dick.

“Now THAT was totally mind-blowing, Wyatt!” Kaylee giggled. “I never felt anything like this. I just knew that your big dick would feel amazing inside me!” And she squeezed my dick as she said it.

I just laid there catching my breath and let the good feelings wash over me. I couldn’t speak now, even if my life depended on it.

“It felt SO amazing being so filled up with your dick. At first, it hurt a bit, but when I got used to it, I felt like being stretched too far. But in a good way, you know? And as you started fucking me, it almost felt like one big orgasm. I was sort of cumming the entire time and I couldn’t keep my head straight. And the tip of your dick kept hitting something inside me, which felt amazing. And the moment you started slamming me really hard, you hit my clit, my pussy, and that spot inside at the same time! I felt like I exploded internally. And then I felt your cum splatter my insides, and I came again.” Kaylee blabbered on…
I absolutely loved this about my sister! When she’s hyped and excited, she can’t stop talking enthusiastically about it. I just lay there listening to and enjoying the torrent of words flooding out of her mouth.

“Do you think you can make it hard again already? I want to do it again…” She asked just like that and squeezed my dick.

I looked at her in her puppy eyes and couldn’t suppress a giggle.

“Just a few moments, please. Remember this was my first time too!” And I laughed at her eagerness.

“And you did an amazing job! No matter what anyone ever says about your penis, it’s perfect for fucking me!” And she kissed me on my mouth.

She kept on playing with my cock and suddenly chuckled, “All that working out, all those weeks of pumping iron and conditioning to be able to fight Nelson… and you hit him with a freakin’ baseball bat!”


We both laugh at that, and the irony isn’t lost on me. I tried to act all cool and say, “I’ll give you my baseball bat…!” but it sounded better in my head than out loud. But she still laughs about it, which brings a smile to my face.

A moment later, she started playing with my dick more seriously, and she started Frenching me at the same time. This had the expected effect of me getting stiff again. She must’ve felt it too because she moaned in my mouth the moment she couldn’t wrap her hand around my base anymore. She never stopped kissing me and straddled my waist, rubbing her still dripping wet pussy up and down over my dick. She moved her hips up a bit, grabbed my dick, and impaled herself on it.

Not being in control now, but my cock still nestled in that wonderful place was a whole new ballgame to me. Just as awesome, but different. We must’ve fucked like this for about five minutes before Kaylee turned over and lay on her back.

“I like the control and how deep you get when I’m on top, but I like you doing it better,” she moaned as I slipped back in.

She started trashing again below me, the minute I started pounding hard again. I felt my balls slap against her ass, each time I went in. After a few minutes of this, I felt Kaylee cumming again. I wasn’t there just yet so I just kept going, guessing that she liked being fucked hard like this during her orgasm. Kaylee came three or four times during the second time we fucked, before I shot my load deep in my sister once again.

We lay there side by side on my bed after this and I pulled the covers over our bodies. Kaylee wasn’t talking that much now, but was cuddled up against me and already breathing deeply. We both fell asleep like this.

The next morning I was awakened by her hand toying with my dick. The moment I was fully awake, she was sitting on it again and we fucked again. In fact, we fucked each morning, afternoon, and evening the entire week our mom was away. I never felt this sexually satisfied my whole life. Looking back on it, we were lucky Kaylee didn’t get pregnant during that week.

After our mom got back, our fucking intensity dropped significantly. And Kaylee talked our mom into getting her to a doctor to get a prescription for the pill. Even though our mom was home, Kaylee slept in my room almost constantly. Our mom never got upstairs, so we dared to take that gamble. Looking back now, I guess she knew what was going on, but decided not to say anything about that.

I’m still deeply grateful for the fact that she let us be this way and didn’t judge us. We were in love after all.

The end.

Epilogue

At school, everything was going pretty good now. I wasn’t instantly the most popular guy in school, but I wasn’t picked on anymore either. And everyone knew me now as ‘That guy that saved a girl from Nelson’. I fit in way better than before and made some actual friends. And so did Kaylee. We both had a really good and normal school career after everything that had happened.

And at home? Well… A few months after we fucked the first time, our grandmother died of a heart attack. We were all devastated, our grandpa especially. Kaylee and I visited him a lot, making sure he was doing fine. During our vacations, we stayed there to keep him company. When we stayed there, Kaylee kept sleeping with me, but we had to keep our sex to a minimum.

After high school, I went to a local community college, so I could keep living at home. I got myself a nice car, thanks to my administrative job at a local realtor. Kaylee and I kept our relationship going and had sex on a very regular basis. We both dated a few times, but that was just to keep up appearances. When possible, we tried to double date, so we still ended up together at the end of the evening. We, of course, both never got serious dating anyone else.

My first year in college, our grandfather died. By that time our mom had paid of all her debts, and we had moved to a new house in a better neighborhood. After our grandfather’s funeral, their will was presented to us. Our grandfather left everything to Kaylee and me in a fund that we both could access for fifty percent the moment Kaylee turned eighteen. Our mom was very pleased with this arrangement and understood it completely, considering her history.

But that same history had paid its toll on her body. The day after I turned eighteen, our mom was diagnosed HIV positive, combined with a severe and lethal form of hepatitis. Her prognoses weren’t good. The doctors didn’t think she had very much time left. Her illnesses got progressively worse and almost a year later, she died. Kaylee and I were now orphans. The silver lining was that our mom had arranged everything for us. We could stay in our home and she made sure the mortgage was paid off. She even had arranged for insurance that paid for our college, so we started our adult life debt-free. I still don’t know how she managed to do all this, but it sure gave my sister and me a nice head start.

The fact that our mom was gone, meant that Kaylee and I didn’t have to pretend or be careful anymore when we were at home. In our home, we were practically nudists. The moment we were at home, we shed our clothes. We also fucked a lot! I guess we averaged at about 1 ½ times a day.

Only a few people in our small social circle knew we were brother and sister, but this meant that outside our home, we still needed to hide the fact that we loved each other. So the moment Kaylee graduated from college, we put our meticulously planned strategy into motion. We sold the house, and with that money, we bought another house up north. I had found a nice enough job there in Alaska, and Kaylee would start looking the moment we settled in. Since houses are a lot cheaper there, we also bought a nice, fully utilized cabin in the wilderness of Alaska. It was a four-hour drive from our new home, and we went there almost every weekend.

The people out there didn’t know we were brother and sister, and we broke our bonds with our past life. The people there just assumed we married young, considering our last names. Of course, we couldn’t officially get married, but we sure as hell pretended we were. It was a bit silly, but we even did a pretend marriage in our own home, just like they did in ‘The Blue Lagoon’. It was silly, but we both cared deeply about this ceremony.
A long time ago, I came to terms with my large, eight inch penis. By now, I liked showing it off in a tight speedo at the swimming pool, or In the showers in a public gym. Kaylee enjoyed it a lot too when I did this, so we went to the pool a lot. We both also made sure we kept working out enough. I had a nice, slightly muscular body. Not buff, but certainly not scrawny anymore.

So we settled ourselves as a married couple and started living our adult lives. We got two healthy kids, a boy named Michael and a girl named Taylor. We never told our kids we’re brother and sister and we probably never will. Kaylee and I also decided to let them be together in case they wanted that. But we also figured these chances are slim because Kaylee and I provided a normal youth for them and not do drugs or be gone half the time. We’re just a normal family with a normal social life and a normal routine.

So… Life is good.

This time the witty Latin text is:
Vi superare gloriosius cogitantes mihi mala

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