Oral

Aetheria – Chapter 9

Aetheria
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 9 – Scavenging

I woke refreshed from a dream-filled sleep and half-expected to be awakened by my coms. But it was something else that woke me. It took me a moment to realize that Nadia was kicking her feet in this dream she was having. During the night, she had moved over to her side of the bed, and as I checked her out, I was greeted by her boobs peeking out above the sheet.

I still had to get used to seeing her like this, and I absentmindedly put my hand on my morning wood to give it a good squeeze. But when I wanted to wrap my fingers around it, a soft beep reminded me that this wasn’t possible yet.

I checked the time and saw it was still early. It was still early enough to explain why there wasn’t a rescue mission knocking at the door but late enough to start my day.

As I stared at the ceiling, I thought about our possibilities to return to the main base. All ideas hung on the fact that I wasn’t able to use my hands, and we had to wait a week, six days at best, to go back on our own. If there even was a base left at all!

I was thinking about the options we had to bring the coms to the main base back online when Nadia was waking up. The cute whines and groans as she returned to the land of the living kept bringing a smile to my face.

I turned on my side to face her, and when she moved her head and noticed me, she also turned to her side. As her face came closer to mine, I said, “I’ve got a bad case of morning breath, I’m afraid.”

Nadia giggled at that, and moments later, she kissed me gently on my lips again. It wasn’t the intimate and loving kisses we shared last night, but it wasn’t exactly a peck on the cheek, either.

She moved closer and wrapped her arm around my body as our kiss intensified. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I knew I’d never grow tired of feeling them.

Her other hand lay on the mattress between us, and when I shifted a bit, it accidentally brushed against my rock-hard boner. My eyes flew open at the contact, and so did Nadia’s. She pulled her face back and smiled wickedly at me.

“You’re completely awake, aren’t you?” she chuckled.

I could only blush, and when she didn’t pull back her hand, it twitched firmly, causing Nadia to pull back her hand.

“It’s morning again,” I apologized and turned to my back.

Nadia must have noticed my embarrassment because she said, “You know I don’t care about that. We talked about it.”

“I know… but it’s just…”

“You can’t do anything about it now. Is that it?”

“No! It’s not. It’s a bit…” I stammered and realized I could be honest about this stuff now, “Yeah… it’ll get worse in a few days. And… I don’t wanna embarrass you by poking you with my boner, you know?”

“I don’t mind being poked. As long as it’s with you, at least.”

I turned my head to look at her and saw her smiling warmly at me. She was serious. She didn’t care about these things! So why was I acting so stupid then?

“I can help if you want…” she whispered with another coy smile on her face.

“Help?”

“Yeah! I can, you know… use my hand to…” she said as a blush spread across her face and upper chest.

“Oh…”

“I mean… I touched you before, and I watched you do it. So…”

My mind was shooting everywhere at the moment. My sister jacking me off? That sounded like the best thing that could happen to me. But what if I shoot too quickly? What if she didn’t want to do this and just offered to do it as a nice gesture? She might hate me afterward! I know… I was so messed up!

“I really don’t mind, Ay! And it’s no big deal. I just wanna help,” she said in the silence while I was thinking.

Thankfully, my hormones took over, and I timidly nodded. Apparently, this was all my twin sister needed. She scooted over and put her hand just below my belly button. She kicked down the sheet with her feet, exposing our naked bodies.

Her head was on my chest again, and she looked down at my hard dick. Her hand inched downwards, and the moment she rubbed her palm over my dickhead, I sucked in a breath. This time, Nadia didn’t flinch. She moved her hand further down, and now, her palm rubbed my shaft. Her fingers closed around it, and she gripped my hard-on firmly.

A soft moan escaped my lips as she moved her hand upward, slightly releasing the firm grip but still enough to give the much-needed friction. The moment her fist was at the top of my dick, she moved it down again, just like I always did.

“Ohhh…” I softly moaned.

Nadia moved her face up and lay it next to my ear. She slowly kept moving her fist up and down as she did this.

“You like this, huh?” she whispered in my ear.

This sent goosebumps all over my body, and I could only nod between my moans. I felt Nadia move her head, and in the corner of my eye, I saw her looking at the action between my legs again.

Despite this being her first time, she did an excellent job. She glided her fist over the entire length but still managed to give the underside of my dickhead extra attention. She also gripped my dick firmer and softer at every move, which was a new one for me, but far from unpleasant. Quite the opposite, actually!

“It’s so hard…” she whispered, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Mmhhh…” I moaned.

“Am I doing okay?”

“Y- aaahhh… you’re… oh yes!”

My peak was rapidly approaching. It came way faster than when I did it myself, but the feeling of someone else handling my dick, especially my fabulous sister, was also way more intense.

“Oh… Na- ahh… I think… hmmm…”

“You’re shooting?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh yeah.. oh yeah… oh…”

Now that I wasn’t in control, I couldn’t change the pace, grip, speed, or anything. I was completely dependent on what my twin sister did. I’d usually go faster by now, but Nadia just kept going at a regular pace. This extended my orgasm a little longer, which was fantastic.

But the inevitable was coming. There was no going back now. I grunted deeply as I felt the wave of my orgasm approach. Nadia moved her head down a little, which turned me on even more. She wanted a first-row seat for my spurting dick.

When my balls tightened and I felt my dick fatten, I moaned loudly. This was it, and the moment my first spurt shot from the tip of my dick, Nadia’s soft “YESSS!!” gave me another surge of excitement.

She was watching me cum, and she loved it. And I loved her soft hand working my dick as three more spurts came out before it turned into a dribble.

“Stop… too sensitive,” I panted.

Nadia stopped jerking me and kissed me tenderly on my neck, but she didn’t let go of my dick. She kept squeezing it as she let me catch my breath. She stayed away from my glans and kept fondling me, which was an excellent way to come down from my orgasm. I even managed to remain mostly hard, which was a first.

I looked her deep into her eyes, and Nadia immediately caught on. She kissed me on my lips, and before I knew it, we were Frenching quite heavily with her fingers still wrapped around my dick. Her lower body moved, and I felt her drape her leg over my lower body. Moments later, I felt something hot and moist press against my upper leg, and it started sliding up and down my leg. This was Nadia’s pussy, and she was grinding it against me.

Her kissing became more passionate, almost violent, and she moaned in my mouth constantly. Our tongues were wrestling, and she still had a firm grip on my dick. She was jacking me again, and the short break was enough to get me going again without it being too sensitive.

But it wasn’t about me now. Her movements against my upper leg were more and more deliberate, whereas her focus on jacking me ebbed away.

With my arm around her lower back, I felt her pelvic motion going faster and faster. Her mouth was smashed against mine, and the loud noises of her breathing through her nose filled the room.

There was one final firm push, and then she stopped. Her body stiffened, and as I opened my eyes to look at her, she had hers firmly shut, and an intense look of pleasure and focus was all over her face.

The motion of her pussy on my leg continued, and now she was making small circles. Every now and then, she shook a little, but her orgasm was going down now. After a minute or so, her body went limp, and she lay her whole weight on top of me. Feeling her on top of me like this was fantastic, and we stayed like this for a while.

“We need a shower,” Nadia chuckled after she finally lifted her face to look at me.

She was right. My sperm was between our bodies, and although it wasn’t much, we needed to wash it off. And my leg was a bit sticky from my sister’s juices. So yeah… we need to shower.

The shower itself was relatively uneventful. Our room had the biggest bathroom of the site, with two shower heads next to each other. It was initially the captain’s family room, designed for showering together with his young kids and, most importantly, to give him status. But this captain eventually never came to Aetheria.

Nadia washed my front and back, paying particular attention to my crotch. She giggled as I grew stiff again under her soapy hands, but we didn’t do anything sexual in the shower because we wanted to be ready in case a rescue team came knocking. Tenderly kissing each other under the cascading water was something neither of us wanted to miss, so we did that a few times.

Being dried by another person had been a long while, but Nadia did a great job. She tried to be clinical about it, but when it came to my dick and ass, she just had to make some smartass comments about it and toyed with my balls.

But that was about it. I loved the kissing and seeing my nude sister prance around, but we needed to make sure to be ready to head back to the main base. At least, that’s what I told myself.

If I was honest, I wouldn’t mind another hand job from my sister. But now Nadia was pulling up my boxers after she put on her gray, oversized shirt. She cupped my balls and smiled at me after everything was stuffed inside the tight material.

“All good?” she asked.

“Yup! Thanks for helping me!”

“Don’t mention it. Now I can touch your penis whenever I want, under the pretense of helping you,” she giggled.

“Be my guest,” I countered, but it came out lamer than it sounded in my head.

After Nadia fed me my breakfast and ate her own, we rechecked the control room, and everything was the same as yesterday. All tests were still showing up green, and no intelligent lifeforms other than the local animal population were detected anywhere near the site.

“Let’s explore more of this site, okay?” Nadia asked, “I’m getting bored in here.”

“Sure!”

We checked if our coms were still connected, and after the central systems confirmed this, we headed over to the sleeping quarters. We wandered around and checked out the separate rooms, hoping to find something interesting.

Some of the rooms were nice and tidy, but a few were still in the same state as when the person who lived in it left it. After some searching, we learned that these people expected to return on short notice and asked the bots to leave their rooms alone.

Because of the security clearance Nadia had managed to give us, we could enter these rooms and check them out. Most of the personal belongings were gone, but some pictures, small boxes, and stuff were still there.

We were going through these rooms to see if we could find something interesting. Since there wasn’t too much to do here, we’d hope to find a game, deck of cards, or anything like that. We checked out all storage rooms, bathrooms, personal rooms, everything! It took us most of the day, but we didn’t mind. It wasn’t like we had anything else to do, and it wasn’t exactly cold, so we were glad to have something to put our minds to.

I looked inside a half-open closet in one of the last rooms we entered. There was a small box, so I asked Nadia to check it out. She put the box on the table and opened it.

“That’s one of those vintage personal streamers, right?” I asked as she pulled out a small black box with buttons on it.

“Looks like it,” she said, rummaging through the box.

She pulled out some pictures, a diary, and some other stuff. But when she pulled out another streamer, I looked at Nadia and matched her surprised look. With a knife, someone had carved a small smiley in this streamer.

“Let’s take those,” Nadia said, placing all the other stuff back into the box.

We scanned some more rooms, but none were interesting. We looked at each other after we exited the last room on the floor.

“We can do the floor below,” Nadia said, but I could see she was a bit fed up with it, just like I was.

“Let’s check out the streamers. We can always do the bottom floor tomorrow. If we’re still here, of course.”

We headed to the rec room, and I dropped on the couch. Nadia clicked on the TV, took the remote, and scanned for the wireless connection options.

“Good thing this TV still has this option,” I said, feeling glad we could check out these streamers.

“Yeah. It’s an oldie, and I guess that’s why this guy still had these boxes lying around. Let’s see…”

Nadia pressed the power-on switch on the box, and a soft beep confirmed it still worked. The television showed the text ‘Connecting,’ and the device menu appeared after a few moments.

There were several movies on there and a ‘personal’ section. Nadia scrolled through the movie list and giggled when we came across a golden oldie.

“Jeez! Fast and Furious forty-four! Really!?” I said, giggling myself, “Talk about vintage! That franchise stopped being interesting after the fifth movie!”

“Vin Diesel’s great-great-grandchildren still pulled it off.”

“Whatever. What else is on there?”

We scrolled through the personal section, and it was filled with videos from home. This guy had left his wife and kids behind, and there were tons of videos from them. Most of it was mushy stuff about how much they missed him and what his kids could do now. But one of them was interesting, and we watched it completely.

I guessed the woman to be in her early thirties, and she was in her black bra and panties, talking into the camera while it panned over her good-looking body.

I felt myself grow hard, especially when she said the word “Blowjob” a few times in a tone that would’ve instantly melted a block of ice.

“What’s a blowjob?” Nadia asked and smiled when she eyed my boner.

“Dunno. But it sounds good!”

“I can see that,” she giggled but turned her head back at the TV.

“And I miss your thick, hard cock, stretching out my soaking cunt as you fuck me senseless,” the woman said, and her hand slid inside her panties.

“Oh wow…” Nadia whispered.

“Love you! Come home soon. I’ll be waiting for you,” the woman on television whispered as the screen faded to black.

Nadia and I looked wide-eyed at each other and simultaneously said, “Bisque!”

That caused us to giggle, and after a few moments, Nadia said, “I didn’t know grownups did this kind of stuff.”

“Me neither. And I think a blowjob is also some sex stuff, don’t you think?”

“Has to be. Maybe we can find something in the other clips.”

We kept scrolling through the rest of his personal files, but none of them had any more sexy stuff in them.

“Let’s try the one with the smiley,” I said, getting bored with the kid constantly running around and telling us how much he missed his daddy.

“Let’s do another broad sweep first, okay?”

We headed over to the control room, where Nadia did her routine again. The broader sweep of the surroundings had to be done manually, and it could show early signs of life approaching the base.

“Still no one…” I said, feeling gloomy about being left here all alone.

“And it’s getting late. Almost too late for them to head back if needed.”

“I don’t think anyone is coming. Do you?”

“Don’t say that, Ay! We don’t know how bad they were hit by the quake.”

“I know… but we need to find a way to get that radio fixed. I need to know what’s going on!” I said and heard a bit of anger and frustration in my voice.

“You need your hands to go outside.”

“AAHHGR!” I shouted out of frustration.

Nadia placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “Let’s check out that other streamer, okay? After that, we’ll eat and figure out what to do with the radio later.”

When the streamer booted, there was only one movie on there. It was some lame-ass romantic comedy that neither of us wanted to see. But when Nadia opened the personal section, there were two folders. They were labeled ‘Pics’ and ‘Vids’ and didn’t have thumbnails.

Nadia looked questioningly at me, and I said, “Vids. Definitely.”

When the folder opened, the titles only had six-digit numbers instead of labels and no thumbnails. Nadia selected the first one, and an old, grainy opening shot started. I guessed it was shot in just 4K, which gave it an aged, vintage look. We saw an exterior shot of a big mansion, and the title faded in with big, curly letters.

“The pool boy?” Nadia said, surprised, “What kind of dumbass movie is this?”

“Dunno. Looks old.”

The camera moved to the back of the house and panned over the pool to a lounge chair. In that chair, a big-breasted young woman was finishing applying her sunscreen and ready to get her tan. I guessed her to be around eighteen or nineteen, and what surprised me most was her extremely skimpy white bikini.

The fabric of her top was barely enough to cover her nipples, and the, what I later learned, thong bottom was high on her hips and low at her front. I boned up instantly when I looked at her.

She turned to her belly, showing us her fine-looking ass with the small stripe of fabric between her cheeks. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes.

“What is this?” Nadia asked, her eyes glued to the screen.

The woman reached behind her back and untied her top, showing some sideboob. She threw it on the floor beside her and softly said, “That’s better.”

Moments later, we saw another shot of bare feet, shown from behind, walking up to the woman on the chair.

“Excuse me, miss,” a dark voice said, and the shot widened.

The woman looked back at the man and acted like she was startled by his presence. The acting was poor, and we saw a flash of her naked boobs right before she covered them with her hands.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were coming!” the woman said.

“Don’t worry, ma’am. I’m only here to clean the pool. Don’t mind me.”

The man took off his white T-shirt, and the woman exaggeratedly checked out the man’s body. And, moments later, the camera did the same. He was wearing an extremely short and tight pair of cutoff jeans. He had a pronounced bulge in them, and his upper body was muscular with a nice dark tan.

The man picked up a net and started scooping the leaves and other stuff from the pool. We saw the woman checking him out, and she licked her lips. The next shot showed the ass of the man as he picked up something from the floor. The woman acted, poorly again, as if she had just come up with something.

She laid back down on her belly, grabbed the sunscreen, and called the man over. The man checked out the ass of the woman and asked, “What’s the problem, ma’am?”

“Can you help me with this, please? I don’t wanna get sunburned…”

“This is one of those sexy movies,” I said in disbelief.

“You mean… pron?”

“I think so…”

On TV, the man wasted no time and was rubbing his hands all over the woman’s back. He didn’t ask permission and also started rubbing all over her ass. The woman didn’t protest, and a closeup of her smiling face showed she actually liked it.

“Do you need me to also do the front?” the man asked with that very dark voice that Nadia said was sexy.

The woman turned around, showing off her huge tits with extremely hard nipples, and said, “Yes, please.”

The man smiled widely at her exposed tits. He wasted no time and started massaging them, causing the woman to moan loudly. He kept kneading one breast with one hand while the other moved downward over her belly toward the top of the white thong.

The moment his hand disappeared under the white fabric, the woman arched her back and sucked in a breath.

“This is bisque,” I said softly.

“Yeah… mind if I get comfortable?” Nadia asked as she glanced briefly at my crotch.

My boner stretched the fabric, but it was stretchy enough to still be mildly comfortable. Nadia had her hands at the bottom of her shirt and looked expectantly at me. I gave her a gentle nod, and Nadia quickly took off her shirt and threw it on the floor. My eyes were immediately fixated on my twin sister’s breasts. To me, they looked way better than the big boobs we saw on TV. I noticed Nadia was looking at the TV again, and when I saw the lady had pulled down her bikini bottom, I had to look at her bald pussy.

“Doesn’t she have hair?”

“I think she shaved them,” Nadia said without taking her eyes from the screen.

The man’s fingers were shown in closeup as he was fingering the woman. I looked intensely, and it was apparent he knew what he was doing as he did almost the same things I saw Nadia do. 

In the corner of my eye, I saw Nadia’s hand between her legs. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was doing. My dick twitched hard at the realization my sister was openly fingering herself, and Nadia glanced down when I did. She saw me looking and shrugged apologetically.

“This is hot,” she hoarsely whispered.

I was about to ask for a hand when the woman on TV said, “I wanna blow you. Get up…”

The man got to his feet, and we saw a closeup of his tight jeans where an obvious boner was stretching the material. Moments later, the woman’s fingers were working the button and zipper.

As the man’s gigantic dick popped out, both Nadia and I whispered a simultaneous “WOW!” His dick was at least eight inches and looked massive. Strangely enough, it didn’t make me feel small or inadequate. He was an adult and probably selected for this movie because of that. Maybe I’d grow to be this big when I was fully developed, but now, I couldn’t care less about it. Seeing pron for the first time was just too exciting.

The next shot was a POV shot where we looked down at the woman. Her big tits were showing, and she was stroking the man’s dick while looking seductively into the camera. What she did next caused Nadia and me to suck in another breath.

Her lips wrapped themselves around the man’s colossal dickhead, while she kept looking into the camera. More and more of the man’s dick disappeared into her mouth. For the next couple of minutes, we saw how she sucked, licked, and toyed with the man’s hard dick.

A wet spot was forming in my boxers around my dickhead. The stuff on the TV made me incredibly horny, and with Nadia slowly working her pussy beside me, I felt an incredible urge to grip my dick and do the same. The frustration about not being able to do so started having an effect.

With a loud ‘pop,’ the woman lifted her face and pulled at the man’s dick. She got up, giving us another closeup view of her entire body, and the man lay on his back on the chair.

“Are they gonna make sex now?” Nadia hoarsely asked, and I noticed she was picking up the pace.

“I guess.”

But the woman climbed on top of the man with her face near his dick. This way, her bald pussy was near the man’s face, and he didn’t waste any time. The camera got close to his face, and we saw how his tongue was licking all over her pussy. Her enlarged clitoris, which couldn’t be missed, received extra attention, and his fingers worked overtime to help his tongue.

In the next shot, the camera moved from his face over the woman’s round ass to the action between his legs. She was licking and sucking away, just like before, and was toying with his balls.

We were looking at a closeup shot of the man’s glistening dick with the woman’s head bobbing up and down on it when suddenly the screen went black, and the text ‘Check input connection’ appeared. 

“What the hell!?” Nadia exclaimed.

No! Not now! Come on! This is the good part!” I shouted.

“This is… Aghhh!”

“Check the streamer,” I said, annoyed and frustrated, suspecting the source of the problem.

“It’s dead…”

“I was afraid of that. These old devices need to be recharged every six months. We were lucky it still had some juice.”

“Now what?” Nadia said, leaning back on the couch with her hands folded behind her head.

My eyes roamed over her body, and the tension I felt in my balls grew even tighter. I thought about it for a second but couldn’t come up with a quick fix.

“I didn’t see a charger in his room, did you?” I asked.

“No, damnit! I want to see how it ends. Don’t you?” Nadia said, and I saw something in her face I hadn’t seen before.

“Maybe in one of the other rooms…” I tried.

“Can’t we change the battery with the other streamer?”

“Afraid not. It’s a fixed one, so the device could stay smaller.”

We were quiet for a few moments, and I noticed how Nadia had her fingers in her crotch again, and they moved slowly. She wasn’t fingering herself but was just toying with her pubes and the other exciting bits down there.

“At least now we know what a blowjob is…” Nadia chuckled.

“I never thought people would do that. I mean… I pee from there!”

“It looked like they had fun. I don’t think it tastes bad. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have done it to each other…”

“Guess you’re right.”

My dick was now painfully hard, and the wet spot in my boxers started to feel sticky. I had a tingling feeling throughout my lower body that I hadn’t felt before. If I had the use of my fingers, I would definitely be playing with my… cock like Nadia was doing to herself.

The awkward silence was broken by Nadia clearing her throat. “Do.. uhm… do you mind if I, you know… try it with you?”

“Try what… oh!! Uhm…”

“I’m curious, you know?” Nadia said, blushed furiously, and spoke with her eyes locked on mine, “I wanna suck your, uhm, cock!”

Her usual timid reaction to stuff like this was now replaced with a determination I had never seen before, and she didn’t look ashamed or embarrassed. She looked me deep into my eyes, and there was no doubt about what she wanted. Judging by the man I saw on TV, he had a great time getting that blowjob, so I didn’t have a reason to say no. Heck! I wanted to know what it felt like the moment the woman’s lips wrapped around his dick.

But there was also the case where the man used his tongue on the woman. If I was honest, that looked like a lot of fun too. By using my tongue, I could make Nadia feel good without having to use my fingers, something I wanted to do for a long time.

“Okay. But only if I can try it with you after that!”

That brought a huge grin to my sister’s face. She got to her knees and sat down in front of the couch with my legs on each side of her.

“I was hoping you’d say that…” Nadia said with a smile and started working on my boxers.

She pulled the waistband away from my body so my boner wouldn’t be trapped. She started pulling them down, and I lifted my butt so she could pull them off completely. The awkwardness of being naked in front of my sister was long gone by now, and I only felt anticipation about what was going to happen.

When Nadia’s face was inches away from my boner, she grabbed it by the base and examined it closely.    

“I like yours better than the guy’s on the streamer. Way cuter,” she said and moved her face toward my dickhead.

My whole body was beaming with anticipation. I saw her opening her mouth, and the moment her lips touched my dickhead, a bolt of electricity shot from my dick to the back of my head. Nadia took more of my dick in her mouth, and her eyes widened when I felt a drop of precum ooze out. She was holding my dick with her right hand, and with her left, she started toying with my balls.

As her warm mouth went further down my shaft, I moaned involuntarily. This was by far the best feeling I ever felt on my dick. Ever! Judging by Nadia’s enthusiasm, she was also having a blast.

I kept looking at my sister as she was bobbing up and down on my rock-hard dick. Every now and then, her eyes met mine, and the twinkle of excitement grew bigger. She must have noticed how it became increasingly difficult for me to focus.

Her tongue was lapping all around the underside of my shaft and dickhead, and her lips were tight around my shaft. Each time her tongue hit the sensitive spot at the base of my glans, I moaned louder. But the soft squeezes she gave my balls took away the peak and made me last longer. 

The combination of my sister’s mouth around my dick and all the sensations that flooded my young mind were all accumulating into that fantastic peak I recently learned to love so much. The waves of pleasure were building inside, and these waves were banging against my inner dam. I could only moan, and my hips moved involuntarily to feel as much of that beautiful mouth as possible.

Despite all the primary feelings inside, I was clear enough to feel the need to warn Nadia. Between my moans, I panted, “ohh… cummin- ohh, I’m…”

I expected her to lift her face from my dick and finish me with her hand. But she kept on sucking, lapping, and bobbing.

I wasn’t sure if she heard me, so I managed to squeeze out a, “Look ou- Aahh… it’s…” right before I felt the inner dam break.

It was like a volcanic eruption. All the pressure that had built inside my lower body peaked into one place and erupted through my cock. Spurt after spurt left my twitching dick, and I felt my sister’s mouth working hard to keep up. Even though I didn’t shoot very much with each spurt, there were a lot of spurts, and Nadia wanted it all.

I collapsed back on the couch, heard a loud pop, and the cold hit my saliva-covered dick as it left Nadia’s mouth. She crawled onto the sofa next to me and pressed her body against mine, kissing me on my neck and face as she whispered in my ear, “THAT was freaking bisque!”

I was panting heavily and turned my head to kiss her back. She immediately inserted her tongue into my mouth, and I tasted the faint taste of my own cum. The lust and passion in her kiss were remarkable and turned me on immensely despite having an orgasm mere seconds earlier.

I felt a primal urge to make her feel as good as possible, and I wanted to feel what it was like to lick my twin sister’s pussy. So, I broke the kiss and slid to my knees, so I sat between her legs. 

This close-up view of my sister’s pussy was fascinating. She had already explained what everything was the last time I looked, but seeing it up close was different, to say the least. What struck me most was the intoxicating smell that filled my nostrils. It wasn’t a warm smell like freshly baked cookies or a forest after a rainstorm, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant either. It triggered something deep inside, and I felt tremendously attracted to my sister.

So, I stuck out my tongue and moved my face between her legs. The moment the tip of my tongue hit her slit, Nadia hissed. I knew this wasn’t from pain or discomfort. Someone else’s touch down there gave you a whole new set of pleasures.

I moved my tongue further up her slit toward her clitoris. As I did this, more and more of her pussy’s moisture hit my tastebuds. This was almost like a drug to me. My eyes widened, and I felt an incredible urge to taste as much of this as I could.

But my first goal was her clit. Nadia said earlier that this was the best spot on her body, and I wanted to test that. This confirmation was instant. As I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, her legs clamped shut around my head, and I could hear her moan in the distance.

She must’ve realized what she did because her legs opened again a second later. I gave her clit a couple of tentative licks but wanted to taste more of that magnificent moisture she offered me. So I started licking all around her pussy, to lick up as much as possible. Nadia caught on and opened her legs widely.

The strong scents I smelled kept me longing for more. Now that Nadia had spread her legs, I could sneak my tongue further inside. I was now licking between her lips and made sure to rub my tongue over her clit with every upward move.

Between her lips, the taste was even stronger, so I wanted to know if, by entering her, this would increase even more. I rolled up my tongue and pressed it against her entrance. I slipped in way easier than expected and was amazed by its texture. Judging by Nadia’s moans, she liked this. But I couldn’t go as deep as I wanted, and I couldn’t taste her as good as I wished to this way.

So I started licking all around her lips and clit again, all the while encouraged by my sister’s moans. Her breathing was shallow and fast, and she started rubbing her fingers through my hair. When I toyed with her clit in my mouth, her fingers pressed hard into my skull, which was sexy and encouraging.

“Oohh… yeah… right there… OOOHHH!!”

By now, I was solely focused on her clit and the small area around it. Nadia’s fingers constantly pushed into my head, and she tried pushing my face against her pussy.

I would have none of that. I was in control here, and I determined what I did. Feeling the buildup toward her inevitable orgasm, and me being the cause of that, gave me a tremendous feeling of power and pride. Her breathing became ragged, and whining sounds came from deep within her throat. All indications I was on the right track.

A soft “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” sounded every time I put pressure on her clit with my tongue. I even wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it like it was a little penis. She liked that, but the small circles I was making now had the most effect.

It was fantastic to have the power to determine when she would cum. And it was fun to prolong it a little. But my jaw was getting a bit sore, and I knew how frustrating it could be to build up to the edge only to be brought back down again.

So, I figured it was time to get her off. I slipped a finger inside her, and slowly started moving it in and out. She groaned loudly and she was rocking her pelvis a little to give me even better access. A gush of her juices filled my mouth, and I moaned loudly. The sounds were muffled by her pussy, but it also triggered a moan from Nadia. I tried it again, and the same thing happened.

“Ay! I’m… it’s…”

Another gush of her pussy juices came out, and I drank it as fast as I could so I could get back to her clit, while slowly moving my finger. I kept moaning softly and was treated with more and more of her sex drugs.

And that’s when it happened. She pressed her pussy hard against my mouth and pushed my face against her crotch. There was no way I could break free from her firm grip. But there was also no way I wanted to get away. Her pussy fed me copious amounts of those fantastic juices I lapped up eagerly.

I was breathing through my nose and heard the most beautiful sounds I ever heard. The high-pitched, soft whimpering of my climaxing twin sister. All senses in my body were treated with the best possible input I knew. Even though it was her orgasm, I shared her feelings on a spiritual level.

Her body was trembling as she came, and I slowed down my efforts on her clit, assuming it was pretty much the same as with my dick. The gentle licking continued for a few more moments when I felt Nadia’s hands on my shoulders. She was trying to pull me up, and I got the idea.

I sat up straight between her legs and moved over to kiss her. Nadia’s arms wrapped around my neck, and we kissed passionately for a couple of moments. Our bodies were pressed together like this, but I was clueless about our position until I felt my hard dick touch the warm and moist pussy of my sister.

My eyes flew open, and Nadia moaned into my mouth. I didn’t dare to move my lower body, as I didn’t want to accidentally stick it into my sister. But Nadia had different ideas as she moved her hips to press more of her pussy against my throbbing member. We broke our kiss and looked deep into each other’s eyes. Nadia had a grin I had never seen on her before, and she moved her lower body again.

“That was amazing, Ay! Thanks for doing that!”

“It was… ahh…”

The slickness of her pussy on my dick felt terrific! I didn’t dare to move my hips, and Nadia must’ve noticed my discomfort about this situation as she sat up straighter and broke our connection.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “it just feels good to have your… cock on my… cunt…”

“It does! But…”

Nadia didn’t let me finish and kissed me again. Not as passionate as before, but more loving and tender.

After we broke the kiss, I sat on the couch beside her and noticed the blue lights on my braces had turned purple. Beside me, Nadia abruptly got up and started walking towards the kitchen.

“I’ll make us some dinner,” she said and didn’t look back.

This startled me a bit. Did I do something wrong? Was she mad about what had happened? Was it about my dick against her pussy? All sorts of horror scenarios shot through my head. I needed to know what was wrong with her, but I didn’t know how to talk about it.

After a few minutes, I gathered my courage and headed to the kitchen. Nadia had put on an apron and stood with her back toward me. Seeing her naked ass and back, with just the belt of the apron around her waist, looked sexy as hell. There was no denying in that! As I approached her, I noticed some sideboob as the apron only covered half her boob.

I stood at her back, and because of the noise the hood above the stove made, she hadn’t heard me yet. I looked at her slender neck, the soft skin on her back, the perfect ass, and long legs and felt an incredible urge to hug her.

So, I put my arms around her waist and pressed my naked body against hers. I pulled her against me, and after a surprised ‘oh!’ Nadia straightened her head, and I saw a smile on her face. I kissed her neck and pulled her even tighter against me.

My soft dick was nestled between her cheeks, but this wasn’t sexual at all. It was nice to feel our bodies against each other. Nadia turned around, and we locked eyes.  Without saying anything, we started kissing each other tenderly. No tongue, just a tender, loving and heartfelt kiss.

“I really love you, Ay…” Nadia whispered after we broke our kiss.

“I love you too,” was all I could come up with.

“I know, but…”

I could see she was struggling with something. I waited a moment for her to keep talking, but when she just kept looking at the floor, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I really, really love you, Ay!! Not like my brother or friend, but as something, I don’t know… deeper?” she said and sighed deeply, “I mean… we talked about it after our first kiss, and I’m glad you love me too. But to me, it’s… more. And then after you gave me, you know… the best feeling EVER, and then your… touched me there, I wanted nothing more than to…”

Wow! She wants to have sex with me! This needed a moment to sink in… I loved Nadia with all my heart and would do anything for her! Even sex. But wasn’t that… wrong?

Before I could answer, she sighed again and continued, “But you’re my brother! And what brother would want to have sex with his sister? And on top of that, brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do that. It’s illegal! And here I am, wanting to feel you inside me…”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she didn’t look at me anymore. She only looked at the floor and sniffed loudly. I opened my mouth and, for once, didn’t think first about what I wanted to say. I wanted my sister to feel better and just started talking.

“I would love to have… uhm… sex with you!” I started, and Nadia’s eyes shot up to meet mine and gazed at me in wide wonder, “I want to be as close as possible to you for as long as I can remember! And when I learned about sex, I wanted nothing more than to do it with you. But I don’t wanna hurt you! And I know we aren’t supposed to do this, so I’m not sure if we should. And the thoughts of wanting to do this with you, even though you probably didn’t want to do it with me, combined with it being illegal and all, has been troubling me for months now!” I blurted out in a torrent of words.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I confessed my deepest feelings to my sister. The look on Nadia’s face morphed from anger and sadness into wonder and tenderness.

“You… you want to do it too?”

“Yes! Absolutely! But… It’s just…” now it was my turn to sigh deeply, “I’m not sure if we should. I mean… I read on the FliN that it will probably change our relationship, and nothing, no matter how amazing it feels, is worth jeopardizing that! I just… I don’t wanna lose you!”

“Oh, Ay! I’m SO glad you said all this! I thought I was going mad! From the moment I saw you after your shower, I knew I wanted to do something with you. But I didn’t have a clue what that was. Until A’vii’s sister told me about the secrets of sex. That’s the moment it all clicked inside my head. I felt so stupid and alone for thinking these thoughts…”

“I know exactly what you mean! And thank you for telling me this! I would’ve never dared to talk about it with you, and if- if…”

Before I could finish my sentence, we kissed again. We kissed deeply and intensely, and this kiss radiated throughout my entire body.

“We’re so stupid…” Nadia chuckled after we broke the kiss.

“Yes. Yes, we are!” I nodded.

Nadia lay her head on my chest, and her arms were around my waist with one hand on top of one of my ass cheeks. After another sigh, she asked, “So now what?”

“Dunno,” I replied honestly, “I don’t think we should force anything, do you?”

I felt her shake her head, but she didn’t say anything.

“Maybe we should think about this some more and see where it goes,” I said as I kissed her on her head and quickly added, “But we can still do all the other stuff we saw in that pron movie!”

Nadia giggled, lifted her head, and looked at me with a twinkling in her eye, “Cool! I wouldn’t wanna miss that! Your tongue around there feels totally bisque!”

Behind us, the oven beeped, and Nadia broke our hug to grab the food. As she was bending over, I got a good look at her exposed backside. Her ass looked amazing, and I had a great view of her moist pussy lips like this. I managed to steer clear from a boner by doing the table of sixteen in my head, but it was close and would just be too awkward.

End of chapter 9

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Six

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 6

If Megan had thought she was done with Jack, she was sorely mistaken. Literally sore, because it turned out that the eleven-year-old was a lot like that Energizer Bunny. Once he got started, he kept going… and going… and going…

Megan was pretty exhausted by the time Jacky fucked her on the ottoman after Richie had left. She needed some food in her, so she went into the kitchen to whip up something for lunch. However, despite her complaints, Jack kept rubbing up against her, or sucking at her tits, or sliding his talented little fingers up between her legs. Of course, her complaints were halfhearted at best.

She was bent over looking at something in the fridge when Jack stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips and just slid his little cock into her from behind. She had to stand there, bracing herself against the bottom shelf while the preteen wonder fucked her to another explosive orgasm while she stared at a container of strawberry yogurt. At least she could be thankful for the cool air on her face.

It took Megan forty minutes to prepare some canned soup and make grilled cheese sandwiches, because she had to keep stopping while Jack fucked her. He fucked her once at the fridge, once with her sitting on the counter while Jack stood on one of the chairs, and then once again with her standing at the dining room table, her upper body laid flat while Jack used a chair again, kneeling on it so he could fuck her in the ass. She wasn’t quite ready to admit just how much she loved his little cock in her ass.

It was almost scary, the kid’s stamina. He wasn’t just bringing her either. Each time he fucked her, he’d cum as well. She’d heard of course of the recovery power of young guys, but she didn’t see Jack’s little dick go soft once. She couldn’t help but think of those Viagra commercials and wonder if she should call a doctor after four hours to complain that no matter how many times her eleven-year-old nephew fucked her, his erection wouldn’t go away.

Sated in more ways than one after lunch, Megan went into the living room and flopped down on the sofa, leaning back and shutting her eyes. What a morning. She’d have never imagined it in a million years, that she’d spend a day getting fucked silly by a little boy. Jack was cute and sexy and funny and wicked. Everything she could have dreamed of in a boy lover. He was attentive and cared about her pleasure, and was advanced well beyond his years in making that happen.

Megan felt uneasy though. Things were going better than she’d ever dared hope, or even dream. Her nephews were beautiful and perfect, their bodies, their cocks, everything she’d ever wanted. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and she knew in her heart that shoe was going to be Nicole finding out about her, about what she’d been doing with her sons. She dreaded the confrontation, and it saddened her, because she knew it would wreck their relationship. Even if she managed to keep herself out of prison, there was no way Nicole would ever let her back into her life.

What could she do though? Leave? It was a bit too late for that, but she couldn’t imagine being able to get through the rest of her vacation without Nicole catching on to her depravity. She also couldn’t imagine just stopping. The boys were gorgeous. Gloriously sexy and eager for her. Eager to give her those lovely cocks and make her dreams come true.

Megan sensed him before she felt him. She was lying there when she felt the lightest of touches on her thighs, and then she gasped as Jack pushed his face between her legs and began to lap at her overworked pussy.

“Jacky, how can you want more?” she moaned, running her fingers through his short blond hair and writhing already as the boy worked his tongue up inside her.

Then the boy leaned back enough to say, “I like the taste.” Then, as if he felt the need to clarify, “Of your pussy.”

“Of my pussy,” she agreed. “Mmmm, eat that pussy.” Had she really just said that?

Jack backed his tongue out and rasped it over her inner lips, over and over again, the top of each upward trip sliding firmly over her clit and making her shudder. She gasped when he reached up between her legs and shoved two… no, three fingers up inside her. Then she gasped again as he pressed his lips around her clitoral hood and began to suck while flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

“Jacky… Jacky…” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Then the eleven-year-old straightened and grabbed her hips, surprising her with his wiry strength as he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. “Gonna fuck you and make you cum,” he growled in his little boy voice.

“Yeah, Jacky,” she moaned eagerly, biting her bottom lip. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with that hot little cock!”

He sank it into her, all the way to the hilt in one stroke and she nearly choked on the pleasure. There were no preliminaries this time. The preteen just began to hammer her, hard and fast, rocking her body with his thrusts, his bony hips jamming into her almost painfully. Megan was amazed at how full four inches of boycock could make her feel. It felt like Jack’s cock was riding into her stomach and she felt split apart. It didn’t make any sense, and she didn’t care.

“Fuckin’ your pussy so hard,” Jack gasped.

The dirty talk ratcheted up Megan’s pleasure in a way she didn’t understand. “Slam that sweet cock into me, baby,” she growled, gripping his muscular little ass. “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck your aunt’s pussy!”

“Fuckin’ you with my jailbait dick!” he grinned. “Little boy dick fucking your dirty pervert pussy.”

“Fuck!” she cried, her head slamming back against the cushions, feeling herself starting to cum around her nephew’s driving little cock. “Do it, Jacky! Shoot your little boy cum into my dirty pussy!”

“Gonna do it!” he gasped. “Gonna shoot my boy jizz right into your cunt!”

“Do it, Jacky!” she whined, shaking now as her orgasm crested, feeling the boy continue to slam himself into her. “Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet cum!”

Woman and boy shook as Jack’s cock jerked out his dry cum and Megan’s hungry pussy sucked madly at the little organ. Jack collapsed on top of her, breathing loudly, still inside her. Megan hugged his sweaty little body to her, also breathing hard, feeling the warmth of her orgasm melting through her body.

Finally, Megan felt Jack’s face lift up off her chest and she opened her eyes to see him grinning at her. “You’re weird,” he said. “That was fun.”

“Mmm…” she mewled, pulling his tight little ass against her, feeling his still-hard cock jerk inside her. “You bring out the weird in me, Jacky.”

“You wanna fuck again?” he asked, giving her a couple of gentle strokes of his buried cock, which made shivers race up and down Megan’s body.

“No, you little monster!” she laughed, pushing him away. “You’re going to kill me.”

Jack knelt there in front of her, his little erection throbbing and wet. “Suck it then, okay?”

“How can you want to cum again?” she asked, honestly amazed.

“Please?” he wheedled, climbing up on the sofa and straddling her legs.

“You are such a brat,” she grinned, and she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his little pink crown. She could taste herself on him and she rasped a tongue up along his thin shaft.

“You like my cock,” Jack said.

“I love your cock,” she grinned, then she licked him again.

The doorbell rang.

Megan panicked, sitting bolt upright and spilling Jack to the floor. “Sorry,” she said, wide-eyed. “What do we do?” She crossed her legs nervously. Her pussy was still wet and Jack’s little cock was still shining with a combination of her pussy juice and her tongue.

“Uh, usually answer the door,” Jack said with way too much sarcasm for an eleven-year-old.

“But, Jacky, we were…” Megan began, and all of a sudden felt shy saying they were fucking.

“Well, we’re not right this second, so nobody’ll know,” Jack said, walking to the door.

Megan straightened her back, put one arm over the back of the sofa and then nervously tried it on the arm, struggling for nonchalance. She watched Jack’s tanned, muscled little butt as he walked to the door. He opened it, but she wasn’t at an angle to see out.

“Hey,” she heard a voice say. A boy’s voice.

“Hi, Jack.” That was a girl, and she was obviously being very flirty, if her drawn out and playful ‘hi’ was any indication.

“Hey, April,” Jack said. “Shane’s not home.” Megan saw him hook a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m just hangin’ with my aunt.”

“She must be pretty to get you that hard,” Megan heard the girl say.

Then the first voice, the boy, said, “Geez, April, don’t just grab it. We’re outside.”

“Then let’s go inside,” the girl, April said. Then once more in her flirty voice, “You wanna play, Jack?”

Jack turned to look at Megan, giving her raised eyebrows. Megan shook her head in a firm no, but it didn’t do any good, as she saw someone brushing past Jack through the door.

It was the girl. She was a cute little thing, about Jack’s height and probably his age, although it was always hard to tell at that age. She was naked of course, with perky little budding breasts, really no more than swollen, conical nipples thrusting maybe two inches out on her chest. They were topped by little brown nipples, obviously stiff and about the size of pencil erasers. She had the tiniest bit of brown hair between her legs, straight and silky strands just at the top of her puffy labia. Like a little brown Hitler mustache on its side. Megan wasn’t sure why Hitler came to mind, except that maybe she felt a little bit like Poland in 1939.

“Hi,” the girl said perkily. Megan had perky on the brain. “I’m April,” the girl said, coming into the room and walking toward Megan. She had pigtails sticking up out of her head like radar towers. Even her hair was perky, Megan thought.

“Hi,” Megan said nervously. Could the girl smell it? The smell of sex? Pussy and sweat and illicit animal heat?

Megan heard Jack say, “I guess you might as well come in.”

“You’re Jack’s aunt?” April asked, coming to a stop in front of Megan. She could see her nephew opening the door to admit the boy.

If Megan had to guess, she’d assume the boy was the girl’s sister. He was older, and taller, maybe five-foot-five to the girl’s not quite five feet. He was an attractive boy, with the same brown hair as his sister, but short and parted on the side, creating a swoop. He was tanned all over of course, and had a small, but full little bush of brown curls over a fat little nub of a penis. Megan wondered if it was the same as Shane’s magical growing dick. Megan figured he was maybe a tall thirteen or maybe fourteen. She tore her eyes away from the kid’s dick, realizing the girl was waiting for an answer.

Megan forced a smile. “Hi, yeah. I’m visiting for a couple of weeks. You’re friends of Jack and Shane?”

Good friends,” the girl grinned, putting an emphasis on ‘good’ and cocking her slender little hips. Backlit by the panes of glass on either side of the door, Megan could see the distinctive little swells of the girl’s inner lips. Megan hadn’t seen a girl naked since she was one herself.

“This is Rain,” Jack said, accompanying the boy, his little erection swaying side to side.

“April Rain?” Megan asked. “Has someone shot your parents yet?”

The kids both laughed. “Mom thinks she’s a hippy,” the boy said in his scratchy adolescent voice.

April smiled, and then stepped over to Jack. She leaned close, putting her arm around the boy’s waist and whispered in his ear, grinning. Megan felt an unreasoning surge of jealousy. Then she felt a bit of alarm as Jack turned to her with a look. She wasn’t sure exactly what that look meant, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t good. The girl continued to whisper in Jack’s ear. Her nephew turned to whisper something to her, and then the girl boldly reached down and wrapped her hand around Jack’s boner.

Megan felt her eyebrows go up in surprise at the girl’s… well… balls. Like the little balls she was now brazenly caressing. Jack turned to Megan with a blush, and said, “She knows.”

Megan felt her heart jump into her throat while a ball of ice coalesced in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but April beat her to it, saying, “His dick was still wet when he answered the door.” Then she smiled seductively and said, “I could smell you on my fingers.”

“Well, fuck,” Megan said, just about summing up everything.

“Okay,” the girl grinned and plopped down on the couch next to Megan. She turned to her with a sunny smile and asked, “Do you wanna do Jack again, or Rain?”

Megan was stunned, to say the least. She looked over at Rain to see the older boy gently squeezing his penis, which she thought was starting to respond.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Megan,” Jack said. “They won’t tell. I promise.”

“Jack…” Megan said in a low, warning voice.

“We really won’t,” April said, leaning close. “We’ve done stuff with grown-ups before.”

“You have?” Megan asked, somehow no longer surprised.

The girl nodded and gave her a sly smile. “Do you like girls?” she asked as she placed a hand on Megan’s thigh. “You’re really pretty.”

“Uh… you’re very pretty, too,” Megan allowed, “but-” Megan got no further as the little girl slid her hand upward and her fingers lightly petted Megan’s swollen lips.

“You’re so wet already,” April said in a low voice. Then Megan gave a little gasp as she felt delicate fingers gently spread her open and slide into her.

In all the time Megan was dating boyish looking women, she had never once thought about being with a girl, but here was this adorable little preteen thing gently fingering her and she found herself looking at April in a new light.

“Boys are great for fucking,” April said, “but they aren’t nearly as good at eating pussy as a girl.”

“I am,” Jack protested.

April turned to the boy with a considering look and then grinned and said, “Okay, most boys.” Jack grinned proudly.

With that, April slid off the couch and crouched neatly between Megan’s legs. Her hands stroked Megan’s thighs while looking up at her for permission it seemed.

Megan sighed. “In for a penny.”

April’s face screwed up in confusion. “Huh?”

Megan explained, “I mean that I’ve already fucked my eleven-year-old nephew, and some random, giant-dicked kid, so I guess adding a brother and sister to my list of charges isn’t going to make a whole lot of difference.”

“Does that mean I can eat your pussy?” the girl asked.

Megan chuckled. “Sweetie, be my guest.” Then she leaned back and spread her legs wider, so overwhelmed by what was happening that her only option was to just ride the wave.

April wasted no time at all. She went right for Megan’s clit, and already turned on with her time with Jack, Megan went from zero to sixty in about three point two seconds.

“Fuck,” Megan said with a shuddering sigh, her hands reaching down to lightly play with the girl’s pigtails. Pigtails. Megan couldn’t believe she was getting her pussy eaten by someone with pigtails.

Megan looked up to find the two boys just standing there looking at them. The boy, Rain, apparently did not have Shane’s penis magic. He was standing up stiffly. It was thick. Thicker than Shane’s even, but probably no more than three inches long. It looked sort of like a fireplug, almost as thick as it was long.

April had apparently sensed her inattention to her eager pussy licking, and she looked up and then back. “Jack, put it in me, okay?”

The boy wonder didn’t require convincing. He hurried over and then lifted the end of the coffee table and moved it aside so he could kneel down behind April, who went to her knees in anticipation. Megan watched as Jack pushed his dick down with his thumb, then leaned a bit to the left, lining up his target. April meanwhile went back to licking and sucking at Megan’s pussy.

Megan knew the exact moment Jack’s cock slid into the little girl’s pussy, because April lifted her head with a moan and an almost pained look in her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She sighed and opened her eyes with a smile. Over her shoulder she said, “That’s really nice.” Then the girl turned her gaze up to Megan and asked, “Isn’t Jack’s dick great?”

“Yes, it is,” Megan had to say.

April grinned. “I bet he made you cum like crazy. Jack loves to fuck.”

Megan couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you saved me from him. He was trying to fuck me to death.”

April laughed. “You’re funny,” she said, and then her mouth was back on Megan’s pussy.

Megan looked over and saw Rain standing there all alone with his fat erection. She caught his eye and crooked her finger at him. “You look so lonely over there,” she said.

Rain grinned and came over and sat where his sister had sat before. Megan twisted a bit so she could see the boy better. He was just a tiny bit shorter than she was, but his body was still a slim boy’s body. “Hi,” she said with a smile.

Rain gave her a shy smile in return. “Hey.”

“Heck of a way to meet,” Megan joked.

Rain grinned appreciatively. “You’re really pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re rather cute yourself. Maybe you could kneel up so I can get a closer look at you. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“I don’t mind,” Rain said a bit eagerly, quickly going to his knees.

This close, Megan could see the red highlights in the boy’s little pubic bush. It rose no more than an inch from the base of his thick little cock and stretched about two inches across, curving with the curve of the root of his dick. The boy’s cock really was surprisingly thick. Perhaps nearly as thick as Richie’s had been, but she thought that it was likely a smidge on the wrong side of three inches. He was cut, and the pink glans was oddly small in relation to the thick shaft, not flaring out at all and instead rounding off quickly.

Rain was looking down at her as she examined his erection. “It’s not very big,” he said almost apologetically.

“Looks pretty big to me,” she said, looking up at him with a grin, then shuddering from what the girl was doing between her legs.

“Yeah, but not long,” he said.

“I doubt anyone cares,” Megan said. Then, “How old are you, Rain?”

“Fourteen,” he said. “April’s eleven.”

“And a half!” April said, taking a break from the wonderful things she was doing between Megan’s legs. The girl had been right. Females just knew how to take care of a pussy.

Megan shuddered and opened her eyes to find Rain smiling at her. “April loves eating girls out,”

he informed her.

“And fucking,” Jack said enthusiastically, and Megan turned to see the boy slowly sliding himself in and out of the girl’s no doubt tiny pussy.

“Yeah, she loves to fuck, too. She makes me do it like five times a day.”

“Yeah, I make you,” the girl said sardonically. “I wasn’t even awake this morning and you were sticking it in me.”

“That was yesterday,” Rain said. “This morning you were fucking Brady.”

The girl looked up from Megan’s pussy, her face wet and said, “Oh yeah. You’re right.” Then she went right back to work between Megan’s legs.

“And who’s Brady?” Megan asked curiously.

“Our little brother,” Rain said. “He’s even hornier than April.”

“He’s got a big dick for a nine-year-old,” Jack said.

Megan just let all this wash over her. Brothers and sisters fucking. Nine-year-old boys apparently fucking. For a moment, Megan imagined Jack with a nine-year-old boy and she felt herself going. Her head went back into the cushions while she whined and shook.

Megan finally opened her eyes when she felt April pushing herself up with her hands on Megan’s thighs. Jack was kneeling there with a wet and throbbing dick. April said, “I made her cum. Your turn.”

She was apparently talking to her brother, because Rain eagerly slid off the couch and moved to his knees between Megan’s legs. Apparently she was going to fuck Rain now. Megan shrugged at the absurdity of it all.

“You’ll like Rain’s dick,” April promised, reaching out to gently squeeze Megan’s nipple.

Rain didn’t bother asking Megan if he could fuck her, and Megan didn’t bother stopping him. She just gasped as she felt that fat little cock spread her open and a moment later he was all the way inside her. He began to fuck her with short, powerful thrusts. Of course, short thrusts was all he was going to manage, but Megan didn’t care; there was another young boy fucking her.

“That…” Megan gasped, then bit her lip and wrapped her legs around Rain’s slim hips. “Fuck. That is one fat little cock.”

“Told you,” April said. Then she moved her ass to the edge of the sofa like Megan’s was and dipped a hand down between her own legs. Megan watched her spread those tiny pink petals, which were glistening with wetness. “Fuck me again, Jack.”

Then Megan got to watch while her eleven-year-old nephew slid his gorgeous four-inch cock into the tight little hole between the girl’s legs. Megan wasn’t sure what it was about the sight, but it sent her off again and she gasped and tightened her legs around Rain, who took that as a cue to fuck her faster and harder.

“I’m gonna…!” the boy gasped, and then Rain jammed himself forward once more and Megan felt him coating the walls of her pussy with his hot teen juice.

“Uhhh, squirt it, baby!” she moaned, cumming again. “Fill my pussy up!”

Seconds later, Rain leaned back, breathing hard, his fat little cock shining and dripping with oozing cum. Then April cheerily cried, “Switch!”

Rain grinned and Jack said, “Yeah!”

The boys quickly changed places and once again, Megan’s pussy was invaded by her nephew’s cock. Jack began to fuck her quickly, those fast little rabbit thrusts that drove her crazy. As her body rocked from the preteen’s assault, Megan watched as Rain slid that stubby cock of his into his sister’s pussy, watched as the girl’s swollen outer lips were pushed out to make room for it. As if he hadn’t just cum less than a minute before, Rain began to fuck his little sister with the same speed and force that Jack was giving to Megan.

Megan was biting her lip, her face tight with pleasure. Her eyes were going back and forth between Jack’s pistoning little dick and Rain’s pounding, stubby cock. She noticed April looking up at her, and when the girl saw her attention, she grinned and said, “Aren’t dicks great?”

Megan laughed, a laugh that turned into a moan as Jack bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. “So great,” she gasped.

April gave the woman a speculative look, her own face wincing with pleasure as her big brother continued to pound her tiny pussy with his fat cock. “Did you ever fuck other boys?”

“Not before yesterday,” Megan admitted.

“She’s a teacher,” Jack said helpfully, releasing her wet, swollen nipple for a moment, then giving it a quick flick of his tongue afterwards.

“What grade?” April asked, interested.

“Sixth,” Megan said. “I teach sixth-grade English.”

“I like English,” April said as she wrapped her legs around her brother’s waist. “There must be some cute boys in your classes.”

“She thinks about fucking and sucking them all day,” Jack said with a laugh.

“You should do it,” April said. “You’re really pretty. I bet they’d love to fuck you.”

Which of course got Megan thinking once again of being fucked by some of the cute boys she’d taught, the fantasy so much more intense given the hot little four-inch cock currently invading her throbbing pussy.

“You’re giving away all my secrets, Jacky,” Megan said in a strained voice.

“She gives really good blowjobs, too,” Jack grinned.

Megan laughed, delighted with the insanity of it all. Getting fucked by her eleven-year-old nephew who was telling an eleven-year-old girl and the fourteen-year-old brother who was fucking her beside them about her skill in sucking a little boy’s dick. Part of her knew that this was all going to end in disaster, which made her want to enjoy it while she could and also lent all her thoughts and actions a slightly manic air.

“April!” Rain gasped. “Gonna… ungh!”

Megan watched as the young teen pulled backward, causing that little fireplug of a cock to spring upward, where it bucked and sprayed three quick streamers of slightly cloudy jizz which coated his sister’s belly. Apparently that set Jack off, and the boy pressed into her hard and desperate, shaking and grunting while Megan felt his slender little cock jerking inside her.

Megan held Jack against her tightly, her pussy convulsing as his sweaty little body shook. She slicked her hands down over his athletic ass, pulling him against her, feeling him shift inside. Even after everything, the eleven-year-old’s cock showed no signs of wilting.

“Well, we better go,” April said. Megan watched as Rain stood, a thin droplet of cum sliding down his short, fat shaft, which continued to strain upward. The fact that the boy was about to leave, to walk around the complex with his thick little cock standing up for all to see shot another shiver through Megan.

Jack pulled away from Megan and stood, his own little erection glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows. “Bye, you guys,” Jack said.

April walked up and kissed Jack soundly, reaching down to squeeze his cock, and Megan felt a surge of possessiveness. “It was nice meeting you, Megan,” April said.

Meeting, Megan thought with amusement. “You too,” she smiled. She didn’t feel the need to warn them about keeping her secret. She felt sure the siblings wouldn’t talk, although she had no reason to think that.

Jack saw the boy and girl out and then came back to her smiling, his dick still standing up. “Wanna do it again?” the boy asked hopefully.

Megan laughed tiredly. “No!” she smiled. “It’s almost two and you’ve about fucked me raw. Your mom and Shane are going to be home soon and we should wash off the smell of all this sex.”

“Your pussy, you mean,” Jack said with a grin.

“Yes, Jack, the smell of my pussy off your cute little cock,” she said, reaching out to gently tweak the boy’s erection.

Jack agreed to the shower, but of course insisted on taking his with her, which of course turned into her sitting on the bench in a cloud of steam while Jack worked himself into another grunting little cum between her legs.

Megan was firm afterwards about avoiding any sex play, much to Jack’s temporary disappointment, which was quickly alleviated by pulling up a Marvel movie on the Disney channel. Megan was amazed to see that the boy’s indefatigable penis remained erect, even as the Avengers were saving the world. She began to worry what her sister might think if she came home and saw it, and realized ruefully that Nicole would likely be more suspicious if the boy’s dick wasn’t hard.

The fate of the Earth remained up in the air, as the movie was interrupted when Shane and his mother arrived home laden with shopping bags. Megan was amused to see that Shane’s shirt was already off, the boy was so eager to get out of his clothes. Jack gave her a secretive grin as he followed his brother up the stairs.

“Was he a complete monster?” Nicole asked as she came into the living room where Megan was sitting on the sofa.

“He was an angel,” Megan said.

Nicole laughed. “He obviously has you fooled,” her sister joked. “All part of his evil plan to conquer the world.”

Megan was left alone after that, as her sister went up to change. Or rather to get undressed. She was back in a couple of minutes, gloriously nude of course, and Megan felt that old flash of jealousy in viewing her sister’s perfect body.

“Oh my lord,” Nicole said as she joined Megan on the couch. “He’s had you watching superheroes? I’ll bet he’s seen that movie thirty times, no exaggeration.” She turned the channel, putting on The Great British Baking Show. Then, without looking at her, Nicole asked, “So, is that all you guys did all day? Watch superheroes?”

Megan felt herself freeze. Was there an undercurrent in her sister’s tone? “Oh, we had lunch and talked,” Megan said with as much casualness as she could force into her voice. “He had a couple of friends come over and they played together for awhile.”

“Oh? What friends?” Nicole asked, turning to her.

“April and Rain,” Megan said.

Nicole laughed. “Those names,” she shook her head. “They’re nice kids. So… they played upstairs?”

“Some,” Megan lied, wondering what she should say. Wondering what Nicole would want to hear. Eager to change the subject, she said, “That boy brought you a dish, too. Richie.”

“Richie? The winner of the Kentucky Derby, Richie?” Nicole asked.

Megan couldn’t help a laugh, which petered out a bit at the end as she remembered the thirteen-year-old’s massive cock inside her. “That’s the one,” she said.

“And did they play up in Jacky’s room?” Nicole asked slyly, turning and placing a friendly hand on Megan’s knee. Megan couldn’t help a blush, which caused her sister to grin. “Did they have satisfied looks on their faces when they came down? Was Jacky walking funny?”

“Nic!” Megan asked, blushing harder but unable to stop a grin.

“Going to have to have that boy sleep over some night. Maybe I can catch them at it.”

“You’re awful,” Megan said, but the thought sent a twinge through her pussy.

Megan’s pussy got another twinge a few minutes later when the boys came downstairs. Megan knew instantly that Jack had told his older brother what the two of them had done that afternoon. She could see the knowledge in the thirteen-year-old’s eyes. Megan was sitting in the corner of the sofa, her left leg folded under her and her right bent with her foot up on the cushion. She wasn’t even sure why she did it, but she moved her leg to the right, spreading herself open to Shane’s gaze, only belatedly looking over at her sister to see if she’d noticed. She didn’t seem to have seen that, but she certainly noticed when Shane’s cock instantly stiffened to steely hardness.

“Boys,” Nicole said sardonically after a glance over at her son’s throbbing erection. “Only a thirteen-year-old boy could get a hard-on watching British people making pies.”

End of chapter six.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Three

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan blushed. “I… sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N… no,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hallelujah for common sense,” Nicole said dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did not!” Megan said, laughing.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s no fair,” Jack pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna… watch?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… suppose,” Megan said uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s fine, Shane,” she said.

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

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

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

“For reals?” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shane,” she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I’m gonna…” he croaked hoarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you like that?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “It was great.”

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

“Shane…” she said weakly.

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

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

“But, Aunt Megan…” he began

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

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

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

End of chapter three.

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter One

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That explains the guard,” Megan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re horrible,” Megan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of chapter one.

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