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Knocking Up Girls

October 21, 2008

Knocking Up Girls
By
Alex Hawk

“Are you sure it won’t hurt or anything, Elliot?” Maria asked me, looking a little nervous.

“I’m sure,” I said in my most reassuring tone. We were together in her bedroom. Her parents were at work.

“And I can’t get pregnant?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

Maria bit her lower lip, trying to decide. As she did so I ran one of my hands up her bare arm. A little tremor went through her body.

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

I laughed. “Who would I tell?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Other boys, maybe.”

“I won’t tell, I promise,” I lied.

“Well, alright. I guess we can do it.”

“Cool.” I leaned forward and gave her a little kiss. “You’ll really like it.”

“I hope so,” she said, as I started to pull her blouse open. Once it was off, I pulled her bra up enough to expose her thirteen-year-old breasts and started kissing them. Maria let out a little whimper and put one of her hands on the back of my head.

I grinned to myself. Maria would be the fifteenth girl I’d fucked this summer. Four of them were already pregnant, three of which were definitely my kids, since the girls had been virgins (like Maria), and hadn’t ever fucked anyone else. With luck, Maria would get pregnant, too.

I was in a little competition with two of my friends. We’d dared each other to each get a girl pregnant last summer when we were all fourteen. We each pulled that off easily. I now had a young daughter. Her mother raised her. I almost never saw her.

This summer we’d picked something a little different. The goal was to get as many girls pregnant as we could. So far with three confirmed, one possible and the rest not sure yet (though six of them thought they might be pregnant), I was in second. My best friend, Kyle, had gotten five girls definitely pregnant, with another seven who might be and had fucked twenty all together. We were both ahead of Daniel who had only fucked nine and had only gotten two pregnant.

Kyle and I had both lost our virginities when we were twelve. Daniel lost his a year later, and it wasn’t long after that that Kyle got his first girl pregnant. That had lead to us having our race last summer and then to this one. All three of us were good looking enough that it wasn’t really hard at all to get girls to let us fuck them. None of them seemed to have really caught on to the fact that we were screwing as many as we could, trying to knock them up.

Now I pulled Maria’s blouse and bra completely off her and began kissing my way down her chest and stomach. Once I got to her jeans, I unbuttoned them and slid my hand down inside, rubbing at her vagina through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Oh, Elliot…” she whispered. “That feels good…”

“Glad to hear that,” I said, leaning down and kissing her tenderly as I slipped my fingers inside her panties, now massaging her vagina directly. Very slowly I moved my hand farther down and worked a finger into her vaginal canal itself, moving it back and forth a little.

Maria began writhing around on the bed. While she was lost in pleasure, I reached down and started unbuttoning my jeans, putting my hand inside to pull out my very hard penis. I seldom wore underwear. Too much of a chance that it might kill some of my sperm.

Now that Maria was really into it, I worked her jeans and panties off her, leaving her now completely naked. I continued fingering her with one hand as I pulled the rest of my clothes off with my other, at least as best I could. Once I was completely naked I started kissing my way back up her body until I was kissing her mouth, my penis nudging at her vagina.

I took it in my hand, rubbing it against her virgin slit. “Are you ready?” I whispered.

“I… I think so…”

“Good.” I gave her one last kiss and began pushing forward slightly, feeling the tip start to enter her. I pulled back a little and then pushed again. I repeated this several times, seesawing back and forth until finally my entire fifteen-year-old penis was deep inside Maria’s no longer virgin thirteen-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god… oh, Elliot… it hurts…” Maria had a couple tears going down her face.

I kissed her gently and said, “Don’t worry. It’s going to feel better.” That done, I started very slowly moving back and forth inside her, screwing her with no real passion yet. I just wanted to make it feel better for her.

Soon I heard Maria whimpering slightly into my ear. It was obviously she was starting to get into it, which was good. I’d have kept fucking her anyhow no matter if she enjoyed it or not, but it was better that she was enjoying herself.

Now that I knew Maria was getting into it, I started fucking her a little faster, my penis nearly a blur as it glided smoothly in and out of her vagina. I started breathing hard as I began to approach my orgasm. I hadn’t fucked her for nearly long enough to give her an orgasm, but I certainly was about to give myself one!

Seconds later my penis pulsed inside Maria’s vagina as my sperm blasted out into her lovely young body. I wished my little boys well as they started their long swim up into her, trying to find an egg to get me a new baby. With luck, she’d be pregnant within a few hours.

After the fucking, we laid there and talked for a little bit. Then we fucked. And fucked again. By the time I finally walked out of her house, I was pretty well fucked-out, having came inside Maria no less than six times. I planned to fuck her a few more times in the next couple days, just to try and make sure. Hopefully she was already pregnant, but if not, I planned to make sure she would be.

Meantime, it was time for me to go home.

* * *
A week went by. I fucked Maria about twenty-five times, and was pretty sure she was probably pregnant by now. If not… well, I’d tried my best.

The only problem was this: Kyle had told me another girl had confirmed she was pregnant by him, and even Daniel had a girl say he’d knocked her up. Now I was tied with Daniel and behind Kyle even further and this was the last weekend of summer vacation! I had to think of something.

I went to a party on Friday night, but had zero luck. All the girls there were already taken or weren’t interested in hooking up. Ditto on Saturday night, which was so depressing, I actually left the party early and was back at home by ten o’clock that night.

I was tired and annoyed when I got home. There was no way I was going to be able to get another girl pregnant at this point. I might get lucky and have one of the girls I’d fucked before turn out to be pregnant. This wasn’t impossible. But I really wanted to have a go with another girl, just to be certain.

“You’re back early,” said my twelve-year-old sister, Jenna, as I walked into the house.

“Yeah, well, the party sucked,” I replied, going over to sit on the couch.

“Sorry to hear that,” she said with some sympathy in her voice.

We sat there watching TV for a bit and a really, really evil thought started to enter my mind. My sister was really hot looking. Her breasts were just starting to really grow and boy did they look nice. I knew also that she’d started her periods recently. This meant she was fertile.

So in other words, I could, maybe, get my sister pregnant.

It was an unreal thought. I knew it would be incest, and illegal as hell, but really, who cared? I’d get more pussy, probably take my sister’s virginity, and stand a good chance of having another kid. That would mean that I might be able to win the contest, or at least not lose badly.

My penis hardened up as I considered all these ideas. Yeah… yeah, I’d fuck my sister. What a perfect idea! Now I just had to figure out how to get her to let me fuck her…

“So what you been up to?” I asked Jenna.

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “Just in general. What you been up to lately?”

“Nothing, really. Just getting ready for the new school year, you know? I’m trying to get into a couple honors classes.”

“Oh, yeah? That should be pretty cool for you.”

“I hope so. It’ll help me get into college at least.”

My sister was pretty smart. I almost felt guilty at the thought of getting her pregnant. It would almost certainly screw up her future. But it wasn’t like I was going to force her. I never forced any girls. I never needed to.

I searched my memory for things I knew about my sister’s social life. Oh, yes. “Whatever happened to Brendan?” He was a boy Jenna had been dating a while ago.

“Him?” She made a face. “We broke up like two months ago.”

“Oh, sorry. What happened? Why did you guys break up?”

Jenna shrugged. “He was just kind of a jerk, you know? He didn’t treat me really well.”

“He didn’t hit you or anything?” I asked, suddenly feeling a protective urge.

She shook her head. “No, but he kept hitting on other girls and stuff.”

“Oh. Jerk.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know why he would have hit on anyone else. Everybody knows you’re the best looking girl in town.”

“Ha!” Jenna said with a grin. “What have YOU been smoking, Elliot?”

“Nothing. It’s true, Jenna. You’re really cute.”

“Well… thanks,” she said after a moment.

“You just gotta learn how to make yourself look… you know… a little different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know. A little more like what boys want.”

“How so?”

I looked my sister’s body over with a critical eye. “I think if you wore a little more revealing clothes and maybe did some stuff to make your tits look bigger. You’d be fine.”

“You really think so?” she asked, looking down at her chest.

“Of course I do. You’re really hot.” I grinned a little. “Heck, if you weren’t my sister, I’d fuck you.”

Jenna turned a bright red and giggled a little bit. “Gee, that’s nice to know.”

I did my best to make myself look embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. You’ve just got a lot of potential to look really, really cute, you know?”

“Well, thanks, Elliot.”

“Any boy ever try to do anything with you?” I asked.

“What, you mean like…” Jenna blushed a little. “You mean like sex or something?”

“Yeah.”

“Not really. I mean, I used to kiss Brendan a lot and I let him, like, touch my breasts through my shirt but, that was about it. Why?”

I shrugged. “Just curious.” It meant no one had fucked her yet, which made me happy. “Why didn’t you do anything more with him?”

“I don’t know,” Jenna said after thinking about it for a moment. “I just didn’t. I know he wanted to. But… I don’t know.”

“Sex is really fun,” I said. “You should have let him do it with you.”

“I don’t know,” she said again. “I thought about it a lot. I almost did do it with him, but I just guess I wanna wait until I have a boy who loves me, you know? Then try it with him.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” We watched TV in silence for a bit and then I said, “So are there any boys you love enough to let them try it with you?”

“Not really.”

“Well, are there even any boys you love?”

“No,” she said after a bit. “I mean, I love you, Elliot, but you’re my brother and that’s not quite the same.”

“No, I guess it’s not, although…” I trailed off.

“Although what?” Jenna asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. “Never mind. Just thinking about something.”

“Well, what?”

“Never mind,” I repeated, knowing my sister wouldn’t just let it go.

“No, come on, Elliot. What were you going to say?”

“I don’t wanna tell you, Jenna. You’ll get mad.”

“No, I won’t! I promise!”

“Well,” I began slowly. “If you wanted to, we…” I trailed off again and then shook my head. “No, never mind. You’ll get mad at me if I say it and even if you don’t, you wouldn’t be interested, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Elliot!” my sister said, looking annoyed. “Stop being a jerk! Just tell me, okay!”

“Alright, alright,” I said in a soothing voice. “Well… it seems to me that you want to lose your virginity to a boy you love. You said you love me. If you wanted to, you and I could, you know, have sex. I’m pretty experienced and I’ve taken a lot of virginities, so I know how to make it best. It’ll be really, really good for you.” I shrugged. “That’s what I was thinking.”

My sister’s mouth had dropped open during my little speech. She closed it and after a moment said, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…”

“You did ask what I was thinking,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Ok.”

There was a new tension in the air. Jenna sat silently for a few minutes and then finally said, “So you wanna… you wanna have sex with me?”
I shrugged, doing my best to seem casual. “Well, I was just thinking that, you know, like I said, if you wanna have sex with someone you love, and you love me, well, why not do it with me? I know how to make it feel really good.”

“Yeah, but you’re my brother, Elliot.”

“So? Think of it this way; if you’re going to have your first time with your boyfriend and it ends up being not that great, you’ll both feel kind of weird. If you have sex with me and it’s not that great, then you won’t need to feel so strange cause I’m just me.” It was faulty logic at best, but I hoped it would work.

Jenna gave me a weird look. “I guess that makes sense.” I could tell she was getting a little tempted, but then she shook her head. “No. No, we can’t. It’s wrong for brothers and sisters to have sex with each other.”

This argument was one I had hoped she wouldn’t trot out, cause I had no idea how I was going to get past it. Then in a flash of inspiration, I had it.

“Well, you know WHY it’s wrong?” I asked.

“No.”

“Because of religion,” I said, feeling slightly smug. “See, most religions say that you aren’t supposed to have sex for any reason other than making babies. That’s why they don’t like birth control. Well, brothers can’t get their sisters pregnant. Sperm just doesn’t work like that. So when a brother and sister have sex, there can’t be a baby.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s another reason to try it with me your first time. You can’t get pregnant by me, but you might with another boy.” I felt a little guilty about the lie, considering the whole point of this was to get my sister pregnant, but if this was what it took, it was what I would do.”

“Oh.” My little sister considered all this new information. “I guess that all makes sense.”

“Yeah.”

“But…” I could tell Jenna was trying to think of more reasons not to let me fuck her, but wasn’t coming up with any.

I said, “Look. How about this? We can try some stuff, and if you like it, then we can keep going, and if you don’t, we can stop. Does that sound reasonable?”
Jenna was quiet for another long stretch. Finally she quietly said, “Well… I don’t know. Are you sure about all this?”

“Absolutely,” I lied. “Look, I already have one baby. You think I want anymore? Trust me here.” This of course despite the fact that I knew I’d gotten three girls pregnant already this summer with at least four more possible.

“Yeah… well… you wouldn’t, like, tell anyone, would you?”

I shook my head. “Of course not. Look, Jenna, you’re my sister. Do you think I’d do anything that would hurt you?”

“I guess not.”

“So you wanna try doing some stuff? Maybe even fucking?”

After another long bit of quiet, my sister said, “Ok. But you have to stop if I don’t like it, ok?”

“Sure! Of course!” It was all I could do to keep from cheering. I knew now that I had her. I could make it feel good enough for her that there was no way she’d want me to stop. Within an hour I’d have my penis driven deep inside her tight young vagina, and hopefully I’d have her pregnant by the end of the night.

“Ok.” Jenna took a deep breath. “So how do we start?”

“Well… have you ever seen a boy naked in real life before?”

“No.”

“Ok, then. I’ll undress.” I stood up and very slowly began removing my clothes, pausing after each garment was off so that my sister could look me over. Once I was down to just my boxers, I stopped and said, “So what do you think of me so far?”

“You look really nice, Elliot,” she replied after a moment. “You have a nice body.”

“Thanks.” I hooked my fingers into my boxers and said, “Ok, here goes the last bit.” Slowly I pulled the waistband forward so that it could get past my hard penis and then lowered my boxers to the floor. I stood back up, now fully nude and erect in front of my twelve-year-old sister.

“Wow,” she said after a bit.

“Yeah.” I knew I looked good nude. You didn’t sleep with as many girls as I did without having the looks.

“It’s… wow, that’s big,” Jenna said, looking right at my penis. “Can that really fit inside me?”

“Oh, yes. Trust me.” Taking a small step towards Jenna, I said, “Do you want to touch it?”

“Alright,” she said and very slowly reached out with her hand. Her fingertips brushed the tip of my penis and then ran down the shaft. “It’s really warm.”

“Yeah” I sat down on the couch next to my sister as she moved her hand away. “So anyhow, you wanna try taking off your clothes now?”

My sister nodded silently and stood up. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her bra-less chest. I was a little surprised at that, but pleased. Her breasts were small and firm and very nice. I couldn’t wait to nuzzle them. Then she pulled off the rest of her clothes. Unlike me she didn’t pause before taking off her underwear, she just pulled them right down, showing off her small patch of sparse pubic hair and giving me a nice view of her virgin slit.

She stood there looking shy for a bit and said, “So what do you think? Do I look ok?”

“You look wonderful,” I said with a sincere smile.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing a little. “So now what?”

“Well… here, sit down on the couch,” I said, standing up and moving aside. My sister took my place. I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs a little, taking in the view of her lovely vagina. “Did your last boyfriend ever go down on you or anything?”

“No…” Jenna said, a little hesitation in her voice.

I spread her legs a little more, giving me good access. I said nothing further, I simply moved my face downward, stuck out my tongue and started licking all over my little sister’s vagina. It produced instant results. She tried to close her legs and let out a little whimper of total pleasure as I worked my tongue all over her labia, poked it into her vaginal canal and worked it near, but not on, her clitoris. I knew for a fact she’d never felt anything this good before!

“Oh, Jesus, Elliot… I… oh, god, that’s good…” she whispered, putting a hand on the back of my head.

I ignored her and reached out a hand, rubbing my fingers against her slit while my tongue now probed right alongside her clitoris. I placed one of my fingers against the entrance to my sister’s vagina and very slowly worked it up inside her, pleased that I didn’t a hymen. I’d run up against them before, though not for very long.

Keeping my first finger in Jenna’s vagina, and slowly inserting a second finger, I began to kiss my way up her body until I reached her small breasts. I kissed and then gently sucked on each of her nipples while I moved my fingers inside her body.

This position also had the advantage of putting me into a position where my penis could make contact with my little sister’s vagina. I pulled my fingers slowly out of her and took my erection in my hand. I began rubbing it gently up and down against her slit, knowing that if I did it right, I’d drive her nuts and get her ready for intercourse.

Now I moved my face up and nibbled gently on my sister’s neck. At the same time I positioned my penis right against her vagina, pushing it into her just slightly. Not enough to really penetrate, but enough to get some attention.

“Feels good, huh?” I whispered into her ear.

“Oh, yeah…”

“Glad you like it.” I probed again with my teenage penis, letting the tip sink into Jenna’s preteen vagina. She was nice and wet. Penetration would be really easy.

I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “I’m going to put it in now. It might hurt just a tiny bit, but then it’ll feel really nice, ok?”

Jenna swallowed, obviously overwhelmed by the fact that she was about to lose her virginity to her older brother. Nodding she said, “Ok.”

I leaned down and gently started sucking on one of her breasts again, while with one of my hands I reached down to stimulate Jenna’s clitoris. Finally I steadied myself and pushed forward gently with my hips, my fifteen-year-old penis starting to slide into my little sister’s tight, twelve-year-old virgin vagina. I sawed it back and forth until I was almost entirely inside her. Then I took the last plunge, and was now entirely inside. I was officially committing incest.

Once I was completely inside her, I took a moment to pause and looked into Jenna’s eyes.

“You’re not a virgin anymore,” I whispered. “You’re being fucked. How’s it feel?” I asked softly.

“It hurts a tiny bit…” she said. “But it feels good, too…”

It was all I could do at this point to avoid fucking the shit out of her. Less than half an hour ago I’d had the idea of fucking my sister. Now here I was, actually doing it! Oh, it was sweet! I really hoped to get her pregnant from this.

I got myself into a comfortable position and began screwing my sister at a nice, slow, steady pace. I was determined to keep myself from cumming too soon, but I really wanted to give my sister an orgasm while I fucked her.

“I can’t believe… we’re really doing this…” Jenna whispered as I pumped steadily inside her.

“Feels sweet, huh?”

“Oh, yeah…” She placed her hands on my chest and ran them down to my waist, then around my body to rest on my butt. “Oh, Elliot, it feels soooo good…”

I began pulling my penis almost all the way out of my little sister, and then slowly easing it back inside, pressing hard against her body each time I sank back inside. I could feel the wonderful sensation of her vagina getting wetter and wetter as I fucked her, and I knew that she’d cum for sure if I held off on my own orgasm long enough.

After about ten minutes of steady, hardcore sex, varying from slow screwing all the way up to hard jack-hammering, I heard Jenna start moaning in a whole different way, and I knew that she’d be climaxing soon. Only a few moments later I felt her vagina start clenching around my penis while my sister let out a high-pitched mewling sound of total bliss as the orgasm claimed her mind and body.

Now was my moment. I let out a series of low grunts as I felt my penis begin kicking inside my sister’s vagina, my sperm fountaining out of me and blasting up into her. I pictured my little fellas swimming up into her body, finding an egg and giving me another baby. I couldn’t ever remember an orgasm as intense as this one.

Holding my still-hard penis inside my sister, I kissed first each of her breasts and then gave her a tender kiss on the mouth.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

“Oh, yes…”

“Good.” I kissed her a few more times, waiting until I was ready to go again. Then as soon as I was ready, I started moving back and forth inside my sister, fucking her once more.

I fired off a total of six loads of sperm into my sister’s vagina that night. We fucked in just about every position. We kept fucking all weekend. I eventually screwed her more than twenty times before Monday rolled around. I was sore as hell, but with any luck my sister was now officially pregnant by me. And if she wasn’t yet, she soon would be, because even after school started, we still kept fucking at least a couple times a day.

By the end of October, the bet was officially over. Kyle had wound up getting nine girls pregnant. Daniel ended up with a mere seven. As for me? Out of fifteen girls I’d fucked, a total of eleven, including my sister, ended up getting pregnant by me! My little boys had done better than I’d ever expected. By this time next year, I’d end up with a total of twelve children!

Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to see any of them for a while. When my sister found out she was pregnant she went into a panic and told our parents what we’d been up to. They were pissed. They were so pissed they ended up talking with some doctor who ended up talking with the police and next thing I knew, I was under arrest, charged with multiple counts of statutory rape and incest.

Soon the whole story came out and both Kyle and Daniel wound up getting arrested, too. Turns out I hadn’t been the only one to fuck his sister. Daniel had popped his eleven-year-old sister, and even though she wasn’t pregnant, he was in serious trouble for it. Both them had also fucked a couple underage girls. We were all in deep shit.

In the end all three of us wound up getting tried as adults and we all wound up being sentenced to five-to-seven years in prison. To say it sucked was to understate matters. Our lives were pretty well fucked up at this point. What little money we were able to earn working in jail went to pay child support. I ended up with about five bucks a month in spending money. The only bright side to it all was that we were all able to sell our stories to Hollywood. We each wound up with $10,000 after a huge cut was taken out for our kids. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to provide us all with a good start at new lives once we got out of prison.

END

Got an interesting and TRUE first time or consenting incest story? Please send them to me! I might turn them into one of my stories! I’m also always looking for pictures of cute boys and girls, the less clothes the better! Refer to www.boblamb.com for the sort of things I’m after. Sometimes I get inspiration from these sorts of pics! Keep it legal, of course.
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You know, speaking as someone who used to have sex with his sister, I consider myself EXTREMELY lucky that I didn’t wind up getting in legal trouble for it. Our parents never found out. I might have gotten her pregnant, someone did at any rate, but I don’t know for sure if it was me or not.

Needless to say, fucking someone without his or her consent is wrong. Was what Elliot did in this story wrong? Well, he lied to his sister to get her into bed and was trying to get her pregnant without her consent, but was the actual act of brother/sister sex wrong? I don’t think so. If you wanna read more about my views on incest, statutory rape and other sex related issues, please request my FAQ. Thanks for reading! ^_^

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Life in La Fontaine

October 16, 2008

Life in La Fontaine
By
Alex Hawk

I let out a quiet sigh as I peered out the window of my “temporary” bedroom and over to what was left of our family’s house. The view outside was as depressing as ever. There was still debris all over the place, though it was at least stacked in piles. At least the weather had changed to somewhat cooler, about average for the Gulf Coast in November.

Our family’s house itself, which dominated my view, had been filled with mold, was stripped down to the frame. It was so depressing. I settled back down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

My family and I were currently living in a mobile home provided for us by FEMA. It wasn’t much of much, but it was better than the emergency shelter we’d been stuck in after Hurricane Katrina had destroyed our house. We’d hoped to have our insurance money and be able to get the place rebuilt, or at least get started on rebuilding, but here it was, three months later, and we were still stuck here.

At least I had the bedroom to myself for right now. My older brother, Peabo, was off in Seattle with his boyfriend, Ramble. He’d gotten to spend all summer there, and had ended up staying after Katrina turned our house into matchsticks. Lucky bastard.

I wasn’t just jealous because he was staying in a real house, either. I was jealous because he was also getting laid, which I hadn’t since just two days before Katrina. Ok, I mean, I know that it wasn’t “getting laid”. Not really. But at least I got to have some sexual fun that didn’t come from my own hand.
I got up and put on my shoes, heading out for a walk. I could only take so much of being stuck inside this mobile home. It wasn’t bad, like I said, but it wasn’t home. At least we were on our family’s property, though, so that was cool.

I kicked at some wood as I walked by the debris piles, just wandering around. Eventually I headed to the clubhouse, or rather, where it had been. The storm had completely destroyed that place where I had so many good, good memories of my first sexual experiences. I really missed it.

But life went on, and I’d done some work to try and rebuild it to it’s former glory. I’d rounded up some wood, which wasn’t hard, and some nails and was hoping to have it looking even better than it had been before the hurricane. This was made even easier by the appearance, on my second day of working, of a completely new set of tools, some extra nails and some brand new wood planks. I knew my father knew about the clubhouse. Apparently he’d done the same thing in it when he was a kid as I did. I tried not to think about that too much.

Mind you, I thought as I got to work, I had no idea what I’d do with the clubhouse when I was done. The boys I’d fooled around with in here were all gone now. For a short time it had been only myself and my friend, Fenton. We’d recruited a couple other boys during the summer, but after Katrina hit everyone left the area, and I hadn’t seen any of them since then. It really sucked. All that was left here was me, with no action since August, and now it was November. Just me. Poor, lonely little Parr.

I worked on the clubhouse for a bit, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was getting hungry, so I figured I might as well head back to the mobile home. When I got there, I saw that my mom was home, which was unusual. Wondering what was wrong, I walked into the house.

“Oh, hello, Parr,” said my mom, looking up as I came in.

“Hey. How come you’re home so early?”

“Well, I have some news, and I wanted to get home and talk with you and get the house straightened up.”

“Oh, ok. Well, what’s up?”

“Well, you know how your aunt Peggy-Jean and the kids have all been stuck in that… place… since your shiftless uncle Leroy left?”

“Oh, yes.” This was an ongoing saga.

Peggy-Jean had married Leroy after he got her pregnant at age fourteen. They’d been, more or less, together since then, only broken up by Leroy’s various stays in prison. In fact, the last time I’d seen him, her and my cousins was at his last parole party two years ago. Since they lived in upstate Alabama, I didn’t see much of them.

Or at least they USED TO live in upstate Alabama. They’d moved to Gulf Coast just a month before Katrina hit, and their home was TOTALED. Not a stick on top of another stick, basically. It was bad. They ended up staying in a shelter for a while and then ended up in a hotel that FEMA was paying for. It was just after they’d ended up in the hotel that Leroy decided he was leaving. He ended up somewhere in West Virginia, last I’d heard.

To give you a mental image of Uncle Leroy, picture a man who is fat, balding, has a mullet, a scraggly beard, wears a baseball cap (from his Skoal, Marlboro, NASCAR, Budweiser, NRA or “NO FAT CHICKS”, line of fashionable baseball caps), a stained wife-beater (always stained. Always. Didn’t matter if he’d just taken it out of the package, it’d be stained), a belt with a buckle that follows the same themes as the caps, and always, everywhere he goes, a mouthful of tobacco, a smelly cigarette and a can of beer. All three of them will be generic. The man is a walking, talking stereotype of every Old South, white-trash, redneck, peckerwood, cracker. He’s really awful.

“Well,” my mom continued, “FEMA won’t provide for the room for them anymore, but they HAVE provided a mobile home. The problem is the room ends tomorrow and the mobile home won’t be ready for about ten more days.”

“Ok.”

“Well… your father and I have decided to let Peggy-Jean and the kids come stay with us until then.”

“Oh!” I considered this.

My three cousins were all pretty cool, despite Leroy’s influence. Royce was the oldest at fifteen. He was a little taller than me and took after his father in some ways. He liked smokin’, drinkin’, shootin’, huntin’ and fishin’ (he comes from a family that hasn’t yet discovered the letter “g”). I knew he smoked about a pack a day and drank beer from time to time. Despite all this, he was a basically okay guy.

His younger brother was fourteen, and was named Scooter. Actually, he wasn’t. He was named Elmer Eldon Emmerson, but, not surprisingly, he preferred to be called Scooter. He was a very nice guy. Really smart, too. Managed straight A’s in school, against despite his father. In fact he was so unlike Uncle Leroy that I secretly wondered if he was really Leroy’s son.

Then lastly there was twelve-year-old Bobbi-Lee. That was her first name. Bobbi-Lee. Her REAL first name. To make it worse, she was named after Robert E Lee. That was at the insistence of our grandfather, my Mom’s dad. He was Old South, and still referred to the Civil War as the “War of Northern Aggression”. Hell, he still occasionally refers to black people as, “those damn darkies”.

Bobbi-Lee, however, was a very sweet girl. I still remember all the fun she and I had when we were kids. Heck, the only real life vagina I’d ever seen was hers. We played “Show Me!” once when we were about ten and eight. It was cool.

“That sounds cool,” I said. “I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Yes. Well, before you get too excited, you’ll need to know that the boys will be sharing your bedroom with you while Bobbi-Lee takes the couch in the living room.”

“Oh.” I was than excited by the idea of sharing my already small living space with two other boys. Oh, well. They needed a place to live, I guess. “Ok, I can bear with that for a bit.”

“So happy you approve,” my mom said, layering on the sarcasm.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just that… well, I was looking forward to having my own space for a bit, that’s all.”

“I know, dear. If it’s any consolation, you might want to know that your father and I will be sharing our room with Peggy-Jean. Besides, when we get the insurance money and start rebuilding the house, you’ll have a bedroom of your own.”

“That’s a plus at least.”

“So would you mind sharing space with Royce and Scooter for ten days?”

I sighed. “I guess not. Where’s their mobile home going when they get it?”

“Well,” my mom said with a shrug, “we’re not sure. For now it’ll end up on the property here with us, but in the long run, we’re not sure. Since the Beauchamps moved away, and the Parsons left after Katrina, I know that land’s not going to any use. Maybe the Beauchamps will be willing to sell it to Peggy-Jean.”
I snorted. “Yeah, since they’re practically in-laws now.”

My mother rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, we’ll leave Peabo and Ramble out of this for now, shall we?”

“Yes, please.” I made gagging noises. Not that I actually found their sex lives to be all that sickening. How could I, given that I’d had sex with both of them more than I could count?

“Behave, boy,” she said, sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, recognizing that tone. “When do they get here?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Alright. I’ll get everything set up. There’s not going to be much room, though, for three beds.” It was a pretty small room. Only about ten feet by twelve.

“Well, you can use your bed, one of the other boys can take the spare bed and the other one can just share with you.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but, well, there really wasn’t any other way. Peabo had the smaller bed, and only one boy would fit in there. I wasn’t about to give up my bed, so I guess I had to share.

“Ok, but only if I can share with Scooter. Royce is cool, but he smells too much like his dad.”

“Yes, indeed.” My mom pulled out a checklist. “Good. Now let’s work together and get this place cleaned up!”

I rolled my eyes, but it was hard to damp my mom’s enthusiasm when she got a notion to do something. But the more that I thought about it, the more that I thought it might be really cool to have my cousins here. At least the odds of me getting laid went up with Royce and Scooter around. I doubted they were gay, and they probably wouldn’t have any interest in sexplay with me. But I hadn’t had any interest in sex with other guys before I got into the club, so, maybe. Well, I could hope any how. At any rate I started forming up a plan inside my perverted little mind.

* * *

By early the next morning, we’d done a pretty complete job of getting the place all cleaned up and set up and ready to go. It didn’t look perfect, but it looked pretty decent. Good enough for family, anyhow.

At around noon we heard the sound of a horn honking as a car drove up the dirt road that led to our mobile home. My mom, my dad and I came out and saw a beat up old station wagon driving up.

When the car stopped, my aunt got out, followed quickly by my cousins. Peggy-Jean walked up to my mom and gave her a big hug. The two, along with my father, quickly went inside the mobile home to chat, my dad asking me to show my cousins where to go.

I looked my cousins up and down. Royce was, indeed, living up to the standards set by his father, right down to having a little wusstache growing on his upper lip. He was wearing a wife-beater, smoking a cigarette, wearing slouchy jeans with his boxers exposed and sneering. He looked like a redneck crossed with some desperate wannabe wigger.

Scooter looked a little better, dressed in a standard blue jeans and t-shirt get up. I was surprised at how much he’d changed since I’d seen him last. Puberty seemed to have taken hold, cause he was certainly taller than I’d remembered, though he was pretty thin still.

As for Bobbi-Lee… at first I didn’t recognize my cousin. Puberty had obviously hit her as well, and she was starting to fill out nicely for a girl of only twelve. Even if she was only twelve, and my cousin, she was still really cute!

“Hey, guys,” I said, shaking hands with the boys and hugging Bobbi-Lee.

Royce took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke at me. “So Peabo’s a fag now, huh?”

I turned and glared at him. “I might be only thirteen and smaller than you, but I’ll still kick your ass if you call my brother a fag again.”

“He’s got a boyfriend, right? He’s fuckin’ him, he’s suckin’ him. What else do you want me to call him?”

“How about you call him ‘Peabo’? He’s my brother, but he’s your cousin, too.”

Royce shrugged. “Whatever. He’s still queer.”

I glared.

“It’s the word Those People use. If they say it, I can.”

I rolled my eyes. “Right. Whatever.” I gestured to everyone. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

I escorted my cousins around the mobile home, showing them where everything was. It wasn’t really a bad set up, it just wasn’t home. I showed Bobbi-Lee where to stow her stuff and then showed my other cousins to my bedroom.

“Well, here we are.”

“Nice. Two beds. I get that one.” Royce pointed at Peabo’s bed.

Smiling I said, “Absolutely.” I turned to Scooter. “You and I gotta share a bed. Sorry, but at least it’s only for a little while.”

“Better be careful, Scoot. If Parr takes after his brother you’re like to end up being a ho-mo-sex-ual too.” He sarcastically pronounced each syllable seprately.

“You know, Royce, I don’t remember you being quite this much of a prick before.”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

“Ah. So you’re the one who’s gay, then?” I sneered.

Royce narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t say anything, he just roughly tossed the garbage bag he was using as luggage onto the bed and began to unpack it, dumping most things onto the floor.

“So we gotta share?” Scooter asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

He shrugged. “It’s ok. At least it’s a bed.”

“Yeah.” I never thought I’d be at the point where just having a bed, period, would be good enough.

Scooter started unpacking his stuff as I watched.

“How you guys been doing?” I asked after a bit.

He shrugged. “It’s been good and bad. Mostly bad.”

I nodded in sympathy, and then on a whim, pulled my cousin close to me, hugging him tight and saying, “Well, at least you’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Scooter hugged me back.

It was nice feeling someone else’s body against mine for a change. Just as I was getting into it, though, I heard a voice say, “Fuck. Fags. I knew it.”

I turned around and flipped off Royce as he walked into the room. “You know,” I said to him. “At some point I just KNOW I’m going to have kick your ass.”

“Yeah, that ain’t what you wanna do to my ass.”

“Fuck. You wish.”

“So, Parr,” Scooter said, before our little argument could go any farther. “Why don’t you show me around the place some more?”

“Yeah, ok.”

Scooter and I began to walk around our damaged property. Scooter did most of the talking. I think he was just happy to be able to walk around and not have to deal with Royce, not that I blamed him. Poor kid.

Soon our wanderings took us towards where the clubhouse had been. I looked with regrets at the shattered remnants of a place where I’d had so many pleasures and sighed. Scooter just looked at it in confusion.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the clubhouse,” I said. “Me and my friends used to hang out here a lot.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. It was pretty nice. I’ve been trying to rebuild it, but, well…”

“Yeah. There’s lots of stuff to rebuild.”

“No kidding.”

I picked up a couple bits of lumber and started working on touching up some of the construction. Soon Scooter was lending a hand. We’d worked for about a half-hour when he said, “Parr?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Peabo really gay?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“What’s it like? Having a gay brother?”

I shrugged. “He’s the only brother I got. It don’t matter none.”

“Royce would go fucking apeshit if he had a gay brother,” Scooter said, softly.

Something about his tone got my attention. Into the silence, I quietly said, “Does he?”

Scooter was staring at the ground. “I don’t know. I think so.”

I was slightly embarrassed at how hard my penis got when I heard him say that. “Why… ah… why do you think… you might be gay?”

He shrugged. “I just think I am. I think about guys all the time. When I jerk off, it’s never about girls. Always boys.” He looked up at me with a panicked look on his face. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

I shook my head. “Of course not. Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t.”

“Ok.”

“What did your parents do when they found out about Peabo?”

I sat down on one of the planks. “They took it ok, I guess.”

Scooter sat down next to me. “My mom would probably take it ok. Dad wouldn’t.”

I put an arm around Scooter’s narrow shoulders. “Scoot?”

“Yeah?”

“Your dad’s a fuckhead.”

He grinned a little. “Yeah, I know.”

Keeping my arm around him, I said, “You ever done anything with another guy?”

“Yeah, a little. I had a friend back home and we fooled around some.”

I leaned a little closer and softly said, “How long has it been?”

“It’s been a while.” His voice was soft, too.

“You must be so fucking horny.” My face moved closer to his.

“Yeah.”

I looked into his eyes, and very slowly, gently, pressed my mouth against my cousin’s. I kissed him for only a few seconds, then quietly said, “You wanna do something about that?”

“Oh, god, yes…”

I placed hand on the side of his face and began kissing him in earnest, our mouths open and our tongues twirling together. As we kissed, I reached down and began to lift his shirt up and off his body, our kissing only stopping long enough for me to pull it over his head.

“Parr?” he whispered between kisses.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gay, too?”

I shook my head. “No, I still want sex with girls. But I’ve only had it with guys.” Well, it made sense to me, anyhow.

“Oh, ok.”

I pulled off my shirt as we continued to kiss. I was beginning to realize how much I really missed having sex. Having someone else’s hands on my body. Kissing someone. Making someone else feel good even as they made me feel good. I was experiencing a passion pumping through my body like none I’d felt in a very long time. It was cool.

I began rubbing at Scooter’s crotch, feeling his hard penis bulging inside his jeans. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. To get my mouth on it. To get my ass on it. To feel him next to me, on me, in me. God, this was going to be fantastic.

Reaching down I unzipped Scooter’s jeans, then put my hand inside them and his boxers, feeling the warmth radiating from the shaft of his hard penis as I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it slowly and bringing it out into the daylight. It was nice. About five, maybe six inches long, thin, very beautiful.
I promptly lowered my mouth down around it, eliciting a nice moan from my cousin as I sucked off my first guy in months. It felt so nice to have a penis in my mouth again. I didn’t realize until now just how much I’d missed it!

“Oh, shit… Jesus, Parr… you’re so good at that…” Scooter whispered, resting his hand on the back of my head.

I bobbed my mouth up and down on my cousin’s penis for about two minutes, then resurfaced and kissed his face some more as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own penis. Then I stood up and held it in front of Scooter’s face.

He got the idea and opened his mouth. I slid my erection into him, feeling incredibly happy as I watched Scooter’s lips moving back and forth along the shaft of my penis. He wasn’t really all that good at it, but I figured I could train him nicely.

I let Scooter suck me off for about as long as I’d sucked him. Then I pulled him up so that we were both standing together and kissing as we masturbated each other. As we did so, we shucked the rest of our clothes and stood there entirely nude, still kissing, our hands moving onto each other’s butts as we began to grind against each other. Scooter didn’t have much of an ass, but it was nice enough. I couldn’t wait to fuck him. I’d have done it right now, but I didn’t have any lube.

“Parr?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I broke away from my new boyfriend long enough to grab a blanket from a small crate I’d brought out to the site a few weeks back. It had a couple blankets, a pillow, some snacks. Sometimes I’d sleep out here. If I had realized there was a chance of me getting laid out here this soon, I’d have brought some lube. Oh, well.

Once the blanket was spread out, Scooter and I lost no time laying down on it and were quickly blowing each other. Neither of us seemed to be in any hurry to reach orgasm. I think we were both just having too much fun.

Despite that, though, it wasn’t long before I felt that wonderful sensation beginning to build in my body. I was just about to give Scooter a heads-up, when he suddenly gave a loud moaning grunt as his penis began to kick and spurt in my mouth. It was always so cool having a guy cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much of his sperm as I could, pleasure flooding me as my own orgasm hit at about the same time.

As soon as we were done cumming, we both sat up and kissed each other again, hugging our nude bodies together as we tasted our sperm in each other’s mouths. It was a very, very cool way to spend the day.

“That was so cool, Parr,” Scooter said, kissing me again.

“Yeah, it was some nice sex,” I replied. I looked at my watch. “We probably better get back to the trailer, okay?”

“Yeah.”

As we began to get dressed, I said, “I hope you understand we’re going to be having sex basically every day you’re here.”

He laughed. “I’d fuckin’ hope so!”

While we walked back, I told him all about the Virgin Boy’s Club and all the things we’d done together. Scooter got really into the idea and I knew I had my first new member. That wasn’t much of a surprise, given that I’d already had his member.

And so, sated, happy and loving life, we went home.

* * *

Scooter and I had wanted to get together with each other later on that day, but we didn’t get the chance to. There was no privacy, which really sucked. Mostly we spent the day doing whatever our parents had wanted us to, most of which consisted of reorganizing the trailer so that we’d have space for our two families.

This didn’t stop us from wanting to get back to the sex, mind you. Every time we walked near each other, we were grabbing at one another’s ass or crotch. A couple times we managed to even duck out of sight long enough to get into a serious make-out session. After nearly getting caught by Bobbi-Lee, though, we gave up on that.

Finally, late at night, me, him and Royce were all in the bedroom, just yaking away and killing time before bed. We were all sitting around in our boxers, which gave me plenty of eye candy.

Eventually Royce got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Scooter and I eyed each other, and moments later he was up on the bed with me, the two of us kissing as we ripped each other’s boxers off. Soon I was laying on top of Scooter, kissing him and jerking him off as we laid on my bed together.

After a few moments, Scooter said, “Parr? Do you have any stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“You know… so you can fuck me?”

I brightened up. “Ah! Lube? Yeah! I got some. Just a second.” I reached down to my nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube I kept handy there. “You mean this?”

“Oh, yeah. You wanna fuck me?”

“Hell, yeah.” I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and then passed the bottle to Scooter so that he could get himself ready. Once he was done, he set the lube bottle back on the nightstand as I lined myself up. “You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah… go slow…I ain’t been fucked in a while.”

“Ok.” I pushed my penis against Scooter’s ass and felt his body begin to open up to me, letting me slide in deeper until I was completely inside my cousin’s body. Once I was inside him, I began to move slowly.

“Oh, yeah… fuck me…” Scooter whispered.

“Oh, yeah…” I whispered back. “Fuck, you’re tight…. damn, it’s good inside you…”

Scooter’s only response was an inarticulate moan as he reached back and grabbed my ass with one hand as he stroked his penis with his other hand.
It’d been a long time since I’d fucked anyone. Most of the time in the Club, I’d been the one to get fucked, which was a wonderful thing in of itself. But now, as each thrust of my hips brought me closer to an orgasm inside my cousin’s tight ass, I remembered how much fun it was to just flat out fuck someone.

“Uh… oh… oh, Parr… Parr, I’m cumming…” Scooter whispered. Moments later I felt his ass contract around my thrusting penis as his sperm splattered out all over his nude body.

Just then I heard the sound of the shower turning off. That was my cue. I grunted and pushed deeper into Scooter’s ass, as deep as I could, holding myself there as my penis sprayed his insides with my sperm.

As soon as I was done cumming, I pulled out of Scooter, gave him one last kiss, and the two of us got back into our boxers, then quickly resumed our positions with him on the floor and me on the bed. By the time Royce came back into the room, it was like nothing had happened, aside from Scooter quickly getting up and dashing into the bathroom to clean up. When he got back, he got into my bed, Royce got into his, and soon all three of us were sound asleep.

* * *

That night, as Scooter and I laid side-by-side in our boxers, myself facing the wall and Scooter spooning up against me, I had a very pleasant, very sexual dream. I didn’t remember any of the details, but it was quite nice.

Then I slowly began to wake up, acutely aware of some very good feelings going through my body. Eventually my brain began to process things, and I realized that Scooter’s hand was inside my boxers. He was slowly stroking my penis.

I turned my head around and looked at him as best as I could. “Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey.”

“Mmm… that feels good…”

“Yeah… let me make you cum, ok?”

“Ok,” I said, quite amenable to an early morning orgasm from someone else. I knew there was a possibility Royce might wake up and see what we were doing, but I figured Scooter knew the risks. Besides, it felt good, and I had no inclination to stop him.

As Scooter’s hand moved slowly up and down on my penis, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I was really happy right now. Happier than I’d been since the hurricane hit. Being masturbated by my cousin certainly was helping with that.

I reached back and fumbled around behind me until my questing hand found Scooter’s hard penis. I began stroking him in time to his masturbating of me.

“You don’t have to do anything, Parr…” whispered Scooter.

“I know.”

The two of us masturbated each other quietly from that point, the good feelings building up in both our bodies. It didn’t take more than a few moments before I began cumming, my sperm blasting all over the bed sheets. A few seconds later, Scooter shot his load all over the backside of my boxers. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but, hey, who cared? I got off, and so did Scoot, and that’s all that mattered.

Once we were done, we both got out of bed, cleaned ourselves up and made ready for the day, Royce snoozing away the entire time. He was so clueless. I wondered what he would’ve thought if he’d known his brother and cousin were having gay sex mere feet from him. Probably he’d explode. I could hope.
Soon everyone in the trailer was up and ready for the morning. It was a Saturday, and nice outside. Not as nice as it would’ve been if we’d been living in a house and not a trailer, but oh, well.

During breakfast, Dad said, “Ok, kids. We adults are heading into Biloxi today. There’s some stuff we need to get. Royce, Scooter, you guys need to come along. We’ll need your help moving things. Parr, I want you and Bobbi-Lee to get the trailer cleaned up, and then try and get some of the debris around here cleared up as best as you can.”

“Ok, Dad,” I said.

Bobbi-Lee seemed less than thrilled, but she didn’t say anything, other than, “Ok.”

The next hour or so was spent with everyone else getting ready to leave. At one point, just before they all left, my dad pulled me aside.

“Listen, Parr, we’re leaving Bobbi-Lee here with you for a good reason.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, my dad said, “Well, she’s been stuck around her brothers for the last several months now, and I thought giving them a chance to get away from her, and vice versa, would be a good idea.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, that makes sense. What are you guys doing today, anyhow?”

“We’re mostly going out clothes and food shopping down at the Wal-Mart. Bobbi-Lee and her mother both got some new clothes from a church group last month, but the boys basically haven’t had anything new since the hurricane.”

I nodded. “Ok. Bring me a pizza.”

Dad laughed. “Well, I guess we can arrange something. You and Bobbi-Lee get some work done to earn it, ok?”

“Alright.”

“Ok.” Dad ruffled my hair and moments later he and everyone else was gone.

“So,” I said, going over to Bobbi-Lee. “You ready to work?”

“Yeah. Let’s get to it.”

The two of us spent about an hour-and-a-half cleaning up the trailer. My family had cleaned it pretty completely a couple days ago, before the cousins had arrived, but since they’d gotten here it was getting a little messy again. Plus there were dishes to wash, things to put away, laundry to do, etc.

In fact it was while doing laundry that Bobbi-Lee took off her t-shirt and tossed it into the washer, leaving her wearing a rather interesting looking wife-beater (do you still call them that when girls were them?). It was fairly tight on her, but loose enough that a couple times when she moved I could clearly see her breasts, nipples and all! Now THAT got me hard! They weren’t much, but they were enough to fuel my fires. I remembered playing “Show Me” with her back a few years ago and wondered to myself if she’d be up for another game of that now.

Bobbi-Lee must’ve caught me staring. “What?” she asked looking at me.

I shrugged, and went for honesty. “Nothing. I just don’t remember you having those before.” I pointed to her breasts. “You look nice with them.”

She blushed brightly. “Oh… well… thank you. They aren’t very big yet or anything.”

Now feeling very bold, I said, “No, they look fine. Well, probably. I can’t see them very well right now, with your shirt in the way.”

“Uhm… well, yeah.”

“Would you mind taking it off? Just so that I can see? I’ll take off mine,” I added, and removed my shirt before she could reply.

“Well…” She looked at my chest. “Uh… ok.” Blushing a little again, Bobbi-Lee reached down and pulled her wife-beater up and off her body, leaving her topless.

I drank in the sight of her pre-teen breasts. They were indeed small, but there they were. I wanted to do any number of things to them, but I knew that at this point I’d have to take it slow.

“They do look very nice,” I said, taking a step towards my cousin. “May I?” I asked, reaching out a hand. Before she could reply, I let it rest on her beast, feeling the nipple hardening under my palm. “Oh, very nice.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

“Does this feel nice?” I asked, circling a finger around her hard nipple.

“Yeah…”

“What about this?” I asked, bowing my head and leaning down. I gently flicked my tongue against her nipple a couple times, then sucked it lightly, getting very turned on by the fact that I was, at last, getting to do something with a girl!

“Oh…” she whimpered. “Oh, that feels very nice…”

I began kissing my way up her chest and neck, then when I got to her mouth, I began kissing her very passionately, working my tongue inside to rub against hers. Bobbi-Lee responded, even wrapping her arms around me, and was obviously getting into this.

We stood there in the laundry room for a good five minutes, just making out with each other. Then I took her by the hand and said, “Come on.”

“Where?”

“My bedroom.”

Bobbi-Lee hesitated for a moment. “Ok,” she finally said.

We walked down the small hallway. Once we got to my bedroom, I pulled my cousin down onto my bed. As soon as we were laying down, we began kissing again, one my hands resting on, and rubbing, one of her breasts.

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Parr?” Bobbi-Lee asked between kisses.

“Yeah,” I said, which was technically true. “You?”

“No.”

“Do you like it so far?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned. “Me, too.”

As we resumed our kissing, I moved my hand off her beasts and down lower, until I reached her jeans. I ran my finger along her stomach a few times, and then let my hand drift down until I was resting it right on the denim itself.

Everything had gone well up to this point, so I decided to take the next step. I moved my hand around and began slowly unbuttoning and then unzipping my cousin’s jeans, opening them up and exposing her white panties.

Now I let my fingers run along the hem of her panties, teasingly letting my fingertip slip inside them a couple times. Then when I basically figured I could get away with it, I let my fingers slip underneath the fabric until my entire hand was inside.

I felt a brief moment of sensory confusion as my hand failed to find a penis between her legs. I was so used to sex with other boys that I just expected there to be one, even though I knew, of course, there wouldn’t be. What I felt instead was a small amount of hair and a slit of warm, slightly wet, flesh that felt just exquisite to touch.

I let my fingers roam all around my cousin’s vagina while I kept kissing her. It felt very weird down there, though not at all bad. What I was really wanting to find was… ah… that was probably it, I thought, as I felt a place that seemed especially damp. I pressed my finger against it and felt the tip slide inside. Yep, that was the place. Knowing that, I now pushed my entire finger inside, getting off on how wonderful it felt feeling her yielding flesh along my finger.

“Oh… oh, Parr…” Bobbi-Lee whispered. I was starting to get used to my cousins whispering my name in passion.

I began kissing my way down her body at the same time as I started to pull her jeans off. I figured she’d probably stop me at some point, but she didn’t, and after only a minute or so I had her laying completely naked and spread legged on my bed.

I took a moment to admire my cousin’s nude body. I’d seen her vagina a couple years back when we’d done our “Show Me” thing, but now it had a few strands on it. Her hips were beginning to appear, too, and, as I’d noticed before, her breasts looked fantastic.

“You are so beautiful,” I said with utter sincerity.

“Thank you, Parr…”

I took a moment to slip out my jeans, but kept my boxer shorts on. I didn’t want Bobbi-Lee to get all freaked out. She did get a little concerned, I think, cause she started to close her legs, but then she relaxed and spread them even wider.

Looking down at my cousin’s vagina, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I laid down on the bed as best as I could, kissing her inner thighs and working my way down. Eventually I reached that wonderful delta between her legs and began kissing and licking all the girlflesh I could find down there.

I thought Bobbi-Lee was enjoying what I’d been doing before, but now I could see it was just a warm up to the main event, as she actually started making little mewing noises as my tongue ran along her vagina. When I began to work it, and a finger, into her she really went nuts, moaning my name as I pleasured her with my tongue.

I was frankly impressed and pretty proud of myself. I’d often thought about going down on a girl, and I’d talked with Dothan a lot about it before the Club broke up. I was happy to know that all the tips I’d picked up over the last year or so weren’t totally useless.

I kept my face down between Bobbi-Lee’s legs for a good several minutes, doing my best to make her feel as good as I possibly could. There was something else I wanted to get into her vagina, and I knew the odds of getting to do that went up the better I made her feel.

Eventually I figured I’d done the job as well as it was going to get done. I reached down, as I continued to lick her vagina, and pulled my boxers off, leaving me completely naked. Then I sat up on my knees between my cousin’s legs, letting her see me nude. Not surprisingly, her eyes riveted themselves to my erect penis.

Now I moved a little closer, and lowered my body down some, so that I was laying on top of her. We began kissing again as I took my penis in my hand and rubbed the tip of it against my cousin’s vagina a few times, watching her face twitch each time I rubbed it against her clitoris.

I reckoned now was the moment. I placed the tip of my penis against the entrance to Bobbi-Lee’s vagina and let it rest there for a few seconds as I kept kissing her. Then I pushed forward just a little, feeling the tip slide part way inside her.

Just as I was about to push all the way into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina, she put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Parr… Parr, wait…”

“Wait?” I gasped.

“Yeah… I don’t want to do… that… yet… ok?”

My mind was spinning. I said, “Are you sure?” as I let the tip of my penis slip all the way into her vagina.

“Ooooooh…” she moaned. “Oh… yeah… I’m sure… ok…?”

I worked the tip of my penis back and forth inside her. “Can I keep just the tip inside?” I pleaded.

“Well…”

“Please? It’s already in you, so it’s not like it’s a big deal, right? Not that much different from when my finger was in there.” I moved it around a little more, careful not to let it slide out. “Besides, it feels good, right?”

“Yeah…” She swallowed. “Ok… you can keep the tip in me…”

“Cool…” I whispered. I began moving my hips in a steady motion, determined to keep as much of the tip of my penis inside her vagina as I could, and also trying to open her up a little and get her as wet as possible. It felt incredibly good! I could only imagine how much better actually fucking must feel!

“Mmmm… that’s so nice…” Bobbi-Lee cooed under me.

I began kissing her again. Then an idea hit. “Wrap your legs around me.”

“Like this?” she asked, wrapping them around my waist.

“Oh, yes…” I whispered, feeling her vagina open up just a little more. I let some of the shaft of my penis sink down into her. I pulled back a little and pushed forward again, feeling even more slide in.

“Oh… Parr… don’t…” she said, tightening her legs around my waist.

I held myself steady with about a third of my penis inside Bobbi-Lee’s vagina. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to,” I lied. “It’s just that when you put your legs around me…”

“Oh… ok…”

“It feels good though, huh?” I asked, sliding around inside her.

“Yeah… real good…” she said, kissing me again.

I started pseudo-fucking my cousin in earnest now, amazed by how good this felt, even though only a third of my penis was inside her. I was actually having to try not to cum too soon. It was like getting the best blow job I’d ever had! Again, I wondered what it would be like to be all the way inside her.

After a couple minutes of this, I deliberately let some more of my penis slide into my cousin’s vagina, until I was halfway inside. I took a deep breath and looked down, seeing myself stuck into her.

Then I kissed Bobbi-Lee a few more times and said, “Bobbi-Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“Please… let me put the rest in… just so we can feel what it’s like… if you want me to take it out right away, I will, but I just want to know what it’s like. Don’t you?”

“Well… yeah… but…”

“Please?” I asked, then kissed her some more. “Just… I promise… I’ll take it out if you want me to…”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on… I’m already halfway inside you… it feels good, right? So let me put the rest in… please?”

I could tell she was thinking about it. I kept moving the half of my penis that was inside her back and forth, wanting to scramble her mind with pleasure. She swallowed nervously, and then said, “Well… ok… but you have to take it out… if I want you to…”

“I will,” I promised again, and meant it. It seemed a safe gamble. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

I pulled back with my hips until I was almost completely out of her, then pushed back in, sinking about three-quarters of the way inside. Then I pulled back and pushed forward again, and just that easily I managed to get every inch of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis embedded securely and happily inside my cousin’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina.

My mind was spinning. I was doing it! I was fucking a girl! I was a man now! Oh, holy shit! I couldn’t believe how incredible this was! Yeah, fucking a guy was sweet, and tighter, but this was SOOOOO much nicer! I couldn’t believe how great it was!

Looking down at Bobbi-Lee, I could see her mouth wide open in bliss. I imagined I probably looked much the same way. I’d never experienced anything as awesome and mind-blowing as this was!

Now I began fucking my cousin with a slow, steady motion. I kept my body held pretty high over her as I did so, fucking her kind of like I would fuck a boy. You know, making sure the boy would be able to jerk off while I was fucking him. I knew Bobbi-Lee couldn’t do that, of course, but I was still trying to give her as much pleasure as I could, not wanting her to tell me to stop. From the look on her face, there wasn’t much danger of that. She was obviously enjoying it was much as I was.

I’d already been having trouble holding back my orgasm. Now I knew there was no chance of keeping it at bay. I began fucking faster and faster and then, suddenly, my orgasm hit. I gritted my teeth, pushed as deep into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina as I could and let out a low moan of total bliss as, for the first time in my life, my sperm began spraying into a girl’s body.

Once I was done cumming, I lowered myself completely onto Bobbi-Lee’s naked body, breathing hard and kissing her as I kept my penis within her vagina. Eventually I rolled off her and laid next to her on the bed, both of us trying to recover.

After a few minutes, I asked, “So… what did you think?”

“It was pretty awesome,” she confessed. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool… so… like… we’ve had sex now, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So are you my boyfriend?” she asked, looking at me.

“Do you want me to be?”

Bobbi-Lee shrugged. “If you want.”

I put an arm around her. “Sure.”

“Cool.”

“So I did everything ok? It felt good and stuff?”

“Yeah, I said it did.”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

Bobbi-Lee giggled. “If it hadn’t felt good, I would’ve made you stop.”

“Yeah. I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me, too,” she said as she leaned over and started kissing me again.

I began kissing her back as I let my hand move down between her legs. I could feel a little of my sperm oozing out of her vagina. Knowing that I’d put it there gave me a little thrill of excitement and caused my penis to return to full hardness.

Bobbi-Lee shyly put her hand on my erection. “It’s so warm!” she said in a surprised tone.

“Yeah.”

“I liked it when you had it inside me.”

“Me, too,” I replied, kissing her again.

“Do you want to put it back inside me?” she asked between kisses.

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

“Ok.” She got back onto her back and spread her legs wide. I quite enthusiastically got between them. Taking my penis in my hand, I rubbed it gently against my cousin’s pre-teen vagina to make sure I was in the right place, and then pushed forward, sliding smoothly and easily into her.

Myself and Bobbi-Lee both moaned as I entered her again. She reached back and placed her hands on my butt as I sank down into her and kept them there as I began slowly fucking her.

“You got a real nice butt, Parr,” she said with a smile.

“Mmm… thanks…” I whispered back as I kept fucking her, enveloped in the pleasurable warmth of her tight vagina.

Bobbi-Lee moved one of her hands up onto my shoulder, and pulled me down so that I was laying completely on top of her. This changed the angle of my thrusts, and felt better than it hand when I was holding myself above her. I buried my head in her shoulder as I continued fucking, a little faster now.

Part of my mind was still amazed at how incredibly cool this was. The fact that two people could make each other feel as good as this was so wonderful! I mean, I’d known for a while that boys could do that, but now I was seeing how boys and girls could, and it was great!

As we fucked, I noticed that Bobbi-Lee was breathing harder and harder. If she was a boy, I’d have thought she was going to have an orgasm, but girls didn’t have those. Did they?

Suddenly she let out a very loud moan. Her body tensed up and she pulled hard on my butt. At the same time I felt her vagina start to contract very sharply around my penis, almost tugging and milking it. Well… now I knew girls could, in fact, have orgasms.

My orgasm had been approaching rapidly, and when hers hit, mine wasn’t far behind. Only seconds after she was done cumming, I began painting the inside of her vagina with another load of my sperm.

This time I pulled out of her almost as soon as I was done cumming. We laid there together on my bed, panting and recovering after our second bout of intercourse. I still couldn’t believe we’d done it not once, but twice! God, this was great!

Bobbi-Lee sat up. “I gotta go clean up. I’ll be right back, ok?”

“Ok.”

I watched my nude cousin get up and walk out of the room. She really looked cute like that! I was still totally blown away by the fact that I’d fucked her. I wasn’t a virgin anymore! If you were only thirteen and you’d already lost your virginity, you were doing pretty well for yourself! I laid back and grinned like an idiot.
Bobbi-Lee came back in a few moments later. I smiled at her. “You look so pretty,” I said, my penis stiffening back up.

She giggled a little as she got back onto the bed with me. “Thanks.”

We both laid back down on the bed, snuggling up together. Not really doing anything yet, just holding each other. It was really sweet, and pretty erotic, too. If I hadn’t already had a raging hardon, that would’ve been enough to give me one, and fairly quickly I was back to sucking on one of her beasts while rubbing at her vagina as she stroked my penis.

“Mmmmm… Parr… we should probably get back to cleaning up outside and stuff… like your dad wanted…”

“Yeah,” I conceded. “Or we could have sex again, THEN go out and clean.”

Bobbi-Lee laughed. “God, we’ve created a monster!”

I kissed her again as I continued fingering her. “Is it my fault I’ve got such a beautiful, wonderful cousin?”

“Well, that’s true,” she replied with a grin.

“How about you get on top this time?” I asked, rolling onto my back and holding my penis straight up.

“Oh, you can do it that way?”

“Yeah,” I said, thinking about all the times I’d ridden on my brother or Ramble.

“Ok.” Bobbi-Lee straddled my waist. I held my penis steady while she lined herself up and then slowly lowered her vagina down around me until I was deep inside her wonderful young body.

“Aaaaah…” I breathed as we coupled for the third time.

“Ooooo… you’re in deeper this way…” she whispered.

“Yeah… plus I can do this…” I reached down and began rubbing at her clitoris with one hand and cupped her breast with the other.

“Oooooooh… oh, yes…”

I kept doing that as I relaxed and let Bobbi-Lee take care of my penis. Again, this was a lot different from having sex with a boy, but that was not at all a bad thing. I loved having sex with other boys, and I knew that even if I was getting some from Bobbi-Lee on a regular basis I’d still want to do it with other guys, too.
It took longer for me to cum this third time than it had the previous two. But it was still less than five minutes after I got my penis inside my cousin’s vagina that I was pumping my sperm up into her, enjoying every second of it.

Once we were done we both cleaned up and got dressed and soon were outside doing the work we were supposed to be doing. I was stoked! Sure I hated doing the work, but a whole new chapter had started up in my life, and I was going to enjoy it!

* * *

I wanted to get together with Scooter or Bobbi-Lee again that day, either by themselves or together, which might’ve been cool, but I didn’t get the chance. Bobbi-Lee and I had been talking about fucking again, but before we were able to everyone else came home, and I wasn’t able to get Scoot alone at any point. So I went the rest of the day with no nookie. But given how much I’d had in the last couple days, that was ok.

I grinned a little thinking about that. From nothing since Katrina to getting it on with a guy and a girl in the same twenty-four hour period. Life was suddenly improving dramatically for lucky little Parr!

We didn’t get the chance to have sex the next day, either. Our whole family went out to Biloxi for the day, which was pretty cool. We went and saw a movie and went out to dinner, then did some shopping.

At one point I managed to slip away from everyone else and found a payphone. I got out the phonecard I kept for such occasions and dialed Ramble’s number. The phone rang a couple times and then someone answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ms Beauchamps! It’s Parr.”

“Oh, Parr! How are you and your family doing?”

“We’re doing fine. Hey, is Peabo around?”

“Yes, he is. I’ll go get him.”

There was silence for a minute or so, then I heard my brother’s voice, “Hey, Parr! How’s it going down there?”

“Oh, things are going well. You got some privacy?”

I heard him moving around then, “Yeah, I do now. What’s up?”

“Well, I can’t be part of the Boy’s Club anymore,” I bragged.

Peabo was quiet for a moment. I could hear him sorting that out in his mind. Then he laughed. “Oh, really? Who was the lucky girl?”

“Bobbi-Lee.”

Peabo sounded amazed. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn! Not bad.”

“I’m doing Scooter, too.”

Peabo laughed again. “God, you’re turning into Ramble all of a sudden.”

I heard Ramble call out, “Tell Parr he could never be so lucky as to be me!”

“You hear that?”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh.

“Anyhow, well, good going. Just don’t get caught or anything.”

“I won’t,” I promised. I was about to say some more stuff, but then I saw the family comming my way. “I gotta get going. I’ll talk with you later! Give Ramble some good head for me.”

Peabo laughed. “I will. Take care, little brother!”

I said my goodbyes and hung up, wandering off to join my family.

* * *

Monday finally rolled around. My Dad headed out to work and my Mom and Peggy-Jean went out to look for a job together. This left me alone with my cousins. What to do, I thought, oh, what to do! Spoiled for choice. I knew I’d do either Scooter or Bobbi-Lee today. It was just a matter of who. I figured I’d let circumstances dictate it.

Well, circumstance is a fine thing, but I was quickly learning that it was a very slow thing as well. So at one point while we were all watching TV, I said, “Hey, Scoot. Come help me with something really quick.”

“Ok.”

Scooter and I walked back to the bedroom. Once we were there, I shut the door, turned to my cousin and said, “Drop your pants.”

“What?”

“I wanna suck you off. Drop your pants.”

“Right now?” he asked, looking around.

“You want a blowjob or not? Drop your pants.”

Scooter thought for another second or two, then very quickly pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing an already hardening penis. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his shaft in my hand. I gave it a couple licks and then wrapped my mouth around it.

“Oooooh… oh, yeah…” he whispered, running his hands through my hair.

I eagerly moved back and forth on my older cousin’s penis, savoring the sensation of it inside my mouth. I’d gone for blowing Scooter instead of fucking Bobbi-Lee partly cause I thought it would be faster, partly because I owed him an orgasm and partly to make sure that I still liked sex with guys after doing it with a girl.

“Uh… ooooh… you… you want me… to do… anything?” gasped Scooter as I kept sucking on him.

“No,” I replied, pulling my mouth off his penis, be continuing to stroke him. “I owe you one from yesterday morning.” I resumed my blowjob.

“Aaaaah… okay…”

I continued teasing my cousin’s penis with my tongue, stroking as much of his shaft as I could, doing my best to get him off as fast as possible. I figured I had maybe two or three more minutes before either Bobbi-Lee or Royce came looking for us. Her I could deal with. Hell, under different circumstances, a nice threeway would be a good thing. But if it was Royce… well…

Actually, the more I thought about Royce, the more I realized I was going to have to deal with him one way or the other at some point. I’d either have to fight him or fuck him. Given the choice… oh, hell, I couldn’t decide. I’d just wait to see.

“Parr…? Oh… I… I’m cumming…”

I held my head steady as Scooter’s penis began to twitch, firing his sperm down my throat. I swallowed every drop, pleased beyond all reason to be giving pleasure of this sort to my cousin.

Once Scooter was done cumming, I stood up and hugged and kissed him, letting him taste the residue of his sperm in my mouth. Then I gave his ass a gentle squeeze and said, “Come on. We better get back out there before they wonder what’s happening.”

“Ok.” He pulled up his pants and the two of us went back out to the living room, the others none the wiser.

The rest of the day was pretty boring and uneventful. Mom and Aunt Peggy-Jean didn’t find jobs, but they did both end up with job interviews. Dad’s job, he worked for the City of La Fontaine, was something he never talked about these days. I know a lot of the work he had to do since the huricane really tore him up. The only time he’d ever talked with me about it had been two weeks after Katrina when he talked about having to assist in corpse recovery. He’d gotten really drunk after that conversation.

Eventually we all headed to bed. I made sure that I was on the outside part of my bed, with Scooter sleeping up against the wall. Once I knew he and Royce were sleeping soundly, I got out of bed, grabbed some clothes and dashed into the bathroom to change. When I was clothed, I crept into the living room where Bobbi-Lee was sleeping.

“Bobbi-Lee,” I whispered, shaking her shoulder. “Hey, wake up…”

“Mmmm?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Parr?”

“Yeah… I can’t sleep. You wanna go for a walk outside?”

She wrinkled her nose. “In the middle of the night you want to go for a walk?”

“I had other things in mind, too,” I admitted, wiggling my eyebrows.

Bobbi-Lee rolled her eyes. “I don’t know…”

“Come on. It’s a nice night outside.”

“Well… ok. Let me get some clothes on.”

“Ok.”

Bobbi-Lee got her clothes on, stopped long enough to write a note and place it on her pillow, so that if anyone woke up they wouldn’t worry, and then we headed outside into the cool November night.

We walked around a little, enjoying the night air and actually spending some time just talking with each other. Well, mostly she talked and I listened. I got the impression she’d been feeling really lonely the last couple months. I could certainly understand that.

About a half-hour after we left the trailer, Bobbi-Lee said, “We should probably get back.”

“Yeah…” I put an arm around her waist. “You wanna do it before we do?”

“Out here?”

“Yeah.”

She looked down. “What, like on the ground or something?”

“No, no. I’ve got an idea.”

“Ok.”

I led her into an area away from the trailer, out in some trees near what was left of the clubhouse. Once we were out of view, I began unzipping my jeans and said, “Pull your pants and panties down.” I felt a great deal of deja vu.

“Alright.” She pulled them down about the same time as mine dropped. We stood there naked from the waist down. “Now what?”

“Turn around and hold on the tree there,” I said, stroking my penis as I took a couple steps towards her.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, now bend over a little.”

“Ok.”

I got behind Bobbi-Lee and poked around with my penis until I found the entrance to her vagina. The angle was a little weird for me. I was used to fucking other boys like this. But eventually I found the right place, and pushed, feeling my erection slide back into my cousin’s body once more.

Once I was inside I began fucking her slowly. She wasn’t as wet as she had been the other times we’d done it. I knew from what I’d read and heard that girls got wetter the more foreplay they had, and she hadn’t had any this time. Still, it felt good for me and I wanted it to feel good for her, too. I did notice that the more I moved my penis around inside her vagina the wetter she seemed to get, so that was a good thing.

As Bobbi-Lee and I fucked, I thought about Peabo. I knew he’d fucked that girl back in Seattle. Kelly, or whatever her name was. What I didn’t know is how he, or Ramble, could fuck a girl and decide they’d rather have sex with just boys. I liked it with both so much I didn’t see that I could ever pick just one!

Of course, I also remember hearing that Kelly had gotten pregnant. I wondered if Bobbi-Lee might get pregnant by me, or if she might already be pregnant. Well, either way, I made a mental note to talk with her about it. I didn’t mind the idea of having a baby, but I was only thirteen.

Ironically all thoughts of getting Bobbi-Lee pregnant vanished in the next few moments as I began to climax, shooting yet another load of potent sperm deep into her wonderfully tight pre-teen vagina.

Keeping my penis inside my cousin’s vagina I kissed her and said, “See? I told you that would work.”

“Yeah… felt nice, too.”

“Cool.” I suddenly felt the chill in the air. Shivering a little, I pulled my penis out of her and said, “We probably should get back.”

“Yeah.”

We got dressed and, arms around each other, walked back to the trailer, where we found the note still on the couch, our parents none the wiser.

* * *

Two weeks went by…

I alternated between having sex with Bobbi-Lee one day and Scooter the next. Sometimes I did them both in the same day, but usually it was either one or the other. I kept meaning to get around to talking with Bobbi-Lee about pregnancy, but I never seemed to do it. Oh, well. I’m sure she knew the risks and must’ve not thought it was a big deal. Frankly, all I really cared about was the fact that I was now getting even more sex than I had when the Club was still a going concern.

The really good news, though, was that tomorrow the FEMA trailer for my cousins and aunt was supposed to arrive! It was going to be here in time for Thanksgiving, which was even cooler, cause Peabo was going to be back here for the holiday.

The bad part about THAT was that today, as we got the ground cleared and ready for the trailer, Royce kept making comments about my brother’s sexuality.

Finally I got fed up with it and said, “Royce? Why don’t you shut the fuck up before I kick your ass?”

Royce snorted. “Yeah, we know what you’d like to do with my ass, you little fag.”

I threw down the rake I was using. “Royce. I’m serious. I’ll wreck you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

He laughed in my face. “Yeah, like a little pussy like you could do anything. You’d probably rather be blowing Peabo yourself, huh?”

That was it. I jumped on Royce and began punching him hard in the ribs. He started punching back, as Bobbi-Lee cheered us on while Scooter went running off calling for our parents.

Royce, I quickly learned, wasn’t a bad fighter. I was better, though, at least I was more willing to fight dirty, as I proved at one point when I grabbed hold of Royce’s penis and testicles through his shorts and yanked hard on them, getting a loud howl of pain from my cousin.

Then he was on top of me, rubbing my face in the dirt. Before I could do anything else, he was grabbed off me by my dad. My mom helped me to stand up while Royce’s mom and my dad held him back. Then they frog-marched us into the house.

There began about an hour of them reading the Riot Act to us. Making it clear that Royce needed to stop mocking Peabo, and making it clear that I needed to find a different way to act out. Frankly, the whole thing shouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but they insisted on spending an hour on it. Finally we were both allowed to clean up and then sent into my bedroom for the rest of the day until dinner, about three hours away.

For about twenty minutes we both laid there in sullen silence. Finally I said, “Royce? What’s your problem with gay people?”

He didn’t say anything at first, but then shrugged. “I don’t know. Dad always said they were fucked up, you know?”

I sighed a little. “Royce, you know Peabo. You know he’s a good guy. Why do you care if he’s gay or not?”

“I don’t know,” he repeated. “I just do.”

I sat up and looked at my cousin. “But, look, so he’s gay. He’s still Peabo. He’s still family.”

“Yeah…”

I took a deep breath. “Look. Your dad is pretty fucked up. We all know it. If he wasn’t he wouldn’t have left you guys in the lurch like that after Katrina.” I held up a hand to stop him from retorting angrily. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Royce glared at me, then stood up and began pacing. Finally he said, “No… you’re not wrong. He’s still my dad, though.”

“So you still care about him?”

“Yeah.”

“Cause he’s your family.”

“Yeah.”

“Peabo’s still your cousin.”

“Yeah…”

“He’s still family, too.”

Royce was silent for a good long time. Then he said, “Yeah…”

“So I don’t think you should hate gay people, but even if you do, you can’t be hating on Peabo, ok?”

Royce sighed. “Yeah. I guess you’re right, Parr.”

“Course I’m right,” I said with a smile, then rubbed at an eye that Royce had blackened during our fight.

“I got you good, didn’t I?” He said, looking down at me with a little bit of pride.

I made a face at him. “I got you pretty good, too.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, grimacing as he rubbed a little at his crotch.

I winced a little. “I didn’t hurt you too bad when I did that?”

“No, it’s mostly ok, see?” He pulled down his shorts and boxers, letting his penis flop out into view. He took it in his hand and moved it side-to-side. “No permanent damage or anything.”

I stared at Royce’s penis for a good long time. It was soft, but looked like it was pretty good sized when hard. He had somewhat reddish-brown pubes, similar to Peabo’s, actually. Frankly, it was pretty fucking beautiful, and I desperately wanted it in my mouth.

Acutely aware of how hard my own penis was getting, I said to Royce, “I’m real sorry about that. It was a pretty low blow.”

“Yeah… well, not the kind of blow I’d like to get down there,” he said with a chuckle, wiggling his penis.

“Hey, what’s that spot?” I asked, pointing vaguely at my cousin’s penis.

“What spot?” he asked, looking down.

“Right there,” I said, pointing.

“I don’t see anything,” Royce replied, letting go of his penis and staring down at it.

Seeing my chance, I repeated, “Right here,” and then reached out to take my cousin’s penis in my hand, giving it a couple gentle tugs as I looked closely at it.
Royce froze completely as I held his penis. I felt it stiffening in my hand as I gave it a couple more strokes. “Parr?” he whispered.

“You said you wanted a certain kind of blow down here?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

Royce’s penis was now completely hard and about six inches long. I opened my mouth, gave the tip a little lick, then wrapped my lips around the shaft, taking him all the way into my mouth and licking along the shaft with my tongue.

“Parr?” he whispered. “Oh… what the fuck…”

As I continued to suck on Royce’s penis, I moved one of my hands back to cup his smooth, firm ass. He was really hot, I was discovering. At some point I was going to have to have him fuck me. In fact…

I kept sucking on Royce while I began to unzip and unbutton my shorts. Once they were open I wiggled out of them, not missing a beat as I got naked from the waist down, continuing to suck on my cousin’s penis the entire time.

I began stroking my own penis now while I kept sucking on my cousin. He was obviously getting more and more confused by what was going on, but wasn’t saying anything or stopping me.

“Lay down,” I whispered, pushing him back onto his bed.

“Uh… ok…” Royce said, laying down, his penis stiff and pulsing.

I grabbed a small bottle of lube from my nightstand and squirted some into my hand. I rubbed it all over my cousin’s penis, getting it good and slippery, then worked some up into my ass. Once everything was ready I straddled Royce’s waist.

“You ever fuck anyone before?” I asked.

“No…”

“Good.”

“But, wait, Parr, I’m not…”

“Shush…” I held his penis straight up and slowly began to lower myself down onto it. It’d been a while since I’d been fucked, but I was determined to take my cousin’s cherry and be the first person he fucked. It took nearly two minutes, but I eventually managed to get him all the way inside my ass.

Once he was securely inside me, I smiled down at Royce. “There,” I said, a little breathlessly. “How’s that feel?”

“It’s… goddamn…”

Grinning, I pulled up Royce’s shirt and began sucking on one of his nipples as I began moving on his penis, feeling its hard warmth deep inside my body. Man, I missed getting fucked. Back before I joined the Club, the idea of being fucked by another guy would’ve made me shit five kinds of panic, but now… now I knew how wonderful it could be.

“Fuck…” he moaned a little, looking up at me. “You are a fag…”

I put my hands on his shoulders, resting all my weight on them as I sank down onto his penis as far as I could get. Then I said, “Royce… I’ve fucked more girls than you have. And you’ve got your dick up my ass. If I’m a fag, you’re half a fag for fucking me.”

“You… you’ve fucked girls?”

“Yeah.” I took his unresisting hand and placed it around my penis. “That’s been inside a vagina. Your sister’s vagina, to be exact.”

Royce looked stunned. “You’ve fucked Bobbi-Lee?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit!” He looked at my penis, still holding it in his hand. “Wow…”

“Don’t tell anyone though, ok, or I’ll tell them you fucked me.”

“I won’t,” he promised. He stroked my penis a little. “When was the last time you fucked her?”

“A couple hours ago.”

“Wow…” he whispered. I felt his penis twitch inside me.

Getting an idea, I said, “You wanna see what your sister’s vagina taste like?”

“How?”

“Open your mouth.”

“Ok…” he said like he knew what was coming.

I lifted myself up, Royce’s penis sliding out from inside me. I placed my own penis against his lips and pushed it inside. He closed his mouth and I felt his tongue run along the shaft for a few seconds. I let him do that for a bit then pulled out and slid back onto his erection.

“There… what did you think?”

“Tasted cool… you really fucked my sister, huh?”

“Yeah…” I guided his hand back to my penis.

“Wow…” He began stroking me slowly.

“How much you guys do it?” he asked, breathing a little harder.

“At least once or twice a day…” I said as I rode his penis.

“What’s it like…”

“Like this… only better…”

“Wow…”

I leaned down, my lips only inches from his as I rode his penis. “You want to fuck your sister, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” he whispered.

I moved even closer. “You want your penis where mine was, huh?”

“Oh, god, yeah…”

I kissed Royce on the mouth, pleased that he kissed back. “I’ll try to make it happen…”

“You will…?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh, fuck…” he whispered, stroking me ever faster. “Fuck… fuck, I’m gonna… oh, I’m cumming…” Seconds later his penis began kicking inside my ass as his sperm shot up into me on a pointless quest to make me pregnant. After he was done, I sat back on him and jerked quickly until my sperm shot out all over his smooth, bare chest.

Once we were both done cumming, I lifted myself off my cousin’s body and laid down next to him on the bed. “There…” I whispered. “Now you’ve been laid.”

“Yeah…” Royce said with a grin. Then he frowned. “Yeah, but, Parr… it was with you… this makes me a fag now.”

“Royce,” I said with a sigh. “You want to fuck your sister. That makes straight. Makes you a pervert, but a straight pervert.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

He still didn’t sound entirely convinced. I began to clean myself up and while I did so, I told him all about the Boy’s Club, emphasizing that what we did we did for pleasure and that almost all the boys in the Club ended up straight.

Royce sounded a little more convinced after that, and asked, “So are you really going to try and get Bobbi-Lee to let me fuck her?”

I shook my head and stuck my tongue out at him. “You are so white trash.”

“Yeah, and you’re a fag,” he replied, but with no real malice and a grin on his face.

I leaned down and gave him another kiss, pleased that he kissed me back. “I’ll do what I can, ok? Don’t let her know anything, right?”

“Right, ok.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Uh… are we gonna do this again?”

“Do you want to?”

Royce blushed. “Well, it did feel good and you said it doesn’t make you gay.”

“Then, yes.”

“Cool.”

“Parr! Royce!” my mom’s voice called out. “Dinner time!”

Quickly we both got dressed and headed out to the kitchen, my mind spinning with all the possibilities that had come up as a result of my sex and conversation with Royce.

This was shaping up to be one hell of an interesting time!

* * *

Two days before Thanksgiving, the FEMA trailer for my cousins and their mom arrived. It was about the same as ours, only it still had that “new trailer” smell. Well, ok, it didn’t, really. But at least they’d have a place of their own.

That depressed me slightly. I’d gotten used to having Scooter sleep with me every night. It felt really nice just having someone in bed with me. Peabo and I had never actually slept together, and I knew I was going to miss doing it with Scoot.

But at least I was still going to be having sex! Since I’d done it that one time with Royce, I’d managed three more times with him. Plus several times with Bobbi-Lee and Scooter. I hadn’t yet broached the idea of sex between Bobbi-Lee and Royce. It was going to be delicate to say the least. Heck, as far as I knew, none of the three of them were aware of what I was doing with the other two, except for Royce’s knowledge of me and Bobbi-Lee.

Originally Peabo had planned to make it down here for Thanksgiving, but since we were still stuck in the trailer, we decided he’d stay up there for Turkey Time and come back down here for Christmas. We’d probably still be in the trailer by then, but, hell, we’d probably still be in the trailer by New Year’s. Of 2010. I missed seeing my big brother, but I understood why he was staying up there with Ramble.

As things turned out, I would’ve rather have had him down here. Another set of fists might’ve been useful. You see, something unhappy occurred on Thanksgiving Day.

We’d all gathered in our trailer for dinner. Mom and Aunt Peggy-Jean had been cooking all day. The four of us kids had spent our time in the living room watching movies. Dad spent his time paying attention to use and the women.

About half an hour before dinner was ready we heard a car pull up. Dad said, “I wonder who that could be?” He walked to the door and opened it. His face fell. He said, “Oh, FUCK.”

I blinked and suddenly got scared. My dad NEVER, EVER swore. Not once. I knew if he was doing it now, something must be seriously wrong. I got to my feet and bolted to the front door, half expecting to see a hurricane driving towards us.

What I saw was even worse.

“Leroy?” I heard Peggy-Jean whisper in horror as she joined us at the door.

“Dad?!” Royce called out. He jumped to his feet and ran out the door. “Dad!”

By this time we were all at the door and moving outside. Peggy-Jean, Scooter and Bobbi-Lee all hung back a little as Royce ran up to his father.

“Heya, shithead,” Leroy said, punching Royce on the shoulder with what I assumed was some sort of affection. He walked up to Scooter and Bobbi-Lee, giving them both little nods. Then he stopped at my aunt. “Peggy-Jean.”

“Leroy.”

“Leroy,” my dad said, stepping between them. “We hadn’t expected you.”

“Yeah, well… here I am!” He laughed. Even from here I could smell the booze.

“Here you are. It’s regarded as polite to call before you just drop by.”

“Hey! It’s Thanksiv… Tanks…” He belched. “Turkey Day! Where else was I gonna be?”

“Detox?” I suggested, hating the hell out of my uncle.

He glared at me. “Oh. It’s the fag.”

My dad’s arm was like an iron bar across my chest, holding me back as I tired to advance on Leroy, fists balled. “You’re thinking of Peabo. My son,” he added, with special emphasis. “This is Parr. My other son.”

“Oh! Yeah. Sorry, kid. You’re not the fag.”

“Dad… don’t talk about Peabo like that,” Scooter said, shifting awkwardly from side-to-side and looking really uncomfortable. “He’s still family.”

Leroy laughed. “Well! Your balls finally dropped, huh?” He playfully mock-punched Scooter. “So when do we eat?”

“Leroy,” Peggy-Jean said. “Why don’t you… why don’t you go lay down for a bit. Let some of that beer work through you, huh?”

“Whassamattah?” he asked, putting his arms around his wife. “You don’t sound like you’re happy to see me! Come on, gimme a kiss!”

Peggy-Jean laughed a nervous little laugh. “Now… now, Leroy. We can do that later, ok?”

Leroy laughed an ugly little laugh. “Naw, come on, honey. Gimme kiss!”

“Alright, Leroy,” my dad said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to leave. Let me call you a cab. You’re not in any shape to drive.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ tell me what I can’t do!” he snarled. “If I wanna kiss my wife, I will!” Then he swung at my dad.

Dad dodged, and things would’ve really got ugly if it weren’t for the fact that I heard a very LOUD bang come from the trailer. We all turned our heads to see my mom standing there, her shotgun in her hands, pointed at the air. She cocked it and pointed it at Leroy.

“If I fire now, I might not kill you,” she said in a very even tone. “But I’ll sure as hell make sure you shit through a bag in your side for the rest of your miserable life.”

Leroy focused on my mom’s gun. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Then he said. “Fuck. I’m getting out of here.” He looked at Bobbi-Lee. “Come on, sugar. Let’s go get some real food!”

“God, no,” she said with a look of horror on her face. “I’m never going anywhere with you ever again.”

Leroy blinked, obviously not expecting that. He shook his head and shrugged. “Fine.” He grabbed Royce’s arm. “Come on, son. Let’s you and me go get some hookers or something!”

Royce wiggled out his dad’s arm. “Dad, I’m staying here.”

“What?”

“Dad…” Royce shook his head. “Dad… you’re fucking pathetic.”

Grinning ear-to-ear, I said, “Hey, go, Royce!”

“Parr,” my dad said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Leroy scowled a little more. “Fuck you all, then. I’ll go do… something… fuck…” He stumbled towards the car.

“Dad? Should we just let him drive off like that?”

“Sure. With any luck he’ll hit a tree.”

“Don’t worry,” Mom said. “I’ve already called the police.”

“Good.”

Dad sighed. “Oh, well. Can’t have everything.”

As his dad got into the car, Scooter stood next to me. I felt his hand seeking mine. He gripped it tight, and said, “Hey, Dad! One last thing before you go.”

“What?” Leroy said, looking over at Scooter.

Swallowing a little, Scooter said, “I’m gay, Dad.” Then he pulled me around and put his arms around me, giving me the strongest, wettest kiss I’d ever had in my life. I was initially surprised, but then shrugged and went with it, my hands reaching down to squeeze his ass through his jeans.

The look on Uncle Leroy’s face was something I knew would keep me warm on cold nights the rest of my life. He snarled something inarticulate and then threw the car into gear, spinning out as he drove away from our property. Moments later we heard the sounds of sirens in the distance.

After a minute or so, I heard my dad clearing his throat. “Uhm… boys?”

Grinning a little, I pulled away from Scooter. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Well,” my mom said, clapping her hands together in the sudden silence. “Let’s get ourselves some dinner.”

As we walked inside, Peggy-Jean pulled Scooter off into the bedroom to talk with him. I looked at my cousins and shrugged.

“Ok, look. Let’s be out with this.” I took a deep breath. “Bobbi-Lee, I’ve been sleeping with Scooter on the side. And Royce. Royce, I’ve been fucking Scooter along with Bobbi-Lee.” Both of them looked mildly stunned. I shrugged. “What can I say, I love love.”

Royce’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. Then he closed it and shook his head. “Aw… fuck. Who cares. You’re a good guy, Parr. That’s all that matters.” He thought for a seconds. “Well, and you give great head.”

I smiled at him and turned to Bobbi-Lee, who looked a little less happy about this news. “I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I should’ve probably told you I was having sex with them.”

She sighed. “Yeah… you should’ve.”

“I’m real sorry,” I said, hanging my head.

“Well… I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“What?”

I saw a smile play at the edges of her mouth. “You HAVE to let me be there when you tell Scooter.”

Royce grinned. “Oh, yeah! Me, too!”

“Oy,” I said, rolling my eyes upward. “Ok.”

Bobbi-Lee smiled. “Good.” Then she sobered up a little. “So… you’re bisexual?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what I am. But I do know that I love Scooter.” I put an arm around Bobbi-Lee’s waist. “I love you.” I put my other arm around Royce.
“And I love you, too. Sex is the best way I know to show how much I love people.”

Royce shrugged. “I love your blowjobs.”

Bobbi-Lee laughed a little. “I love you, too, Parr. But next time if there’s something really important like this, tell me, ok?”

“I will,” I promised.

“Good.”

Scooter and Peggy-Jean came out of the bedroom a few moments later. Scooter had obviously been crying. He came up to me and I hugged him tight.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

I looked up at my aunt. “Everything ok?”

“Yes.” She smiled a little shakily. “It’s just a bit to take in, you know?”

“Yeah. He’s a handful,” I said with a straight face.

“Dinner’s ready!” Mom called out.

As everyone else went to eat, Aunt Peggy-Jean pulled me aside. “Parr? A moment, please.”

“Sure.”

She put her hands on my shoulders. “Parr… Scooter told me everything. He said you’ve been very helpful in helping him deal with… well, with being who he is.”

“You mean gay?” I asked, only a little snidely.

“Yes.”

I shrugged. “Having a gay brother helps.”

“Yes.” She licked her lips. “I’m not going to ask what sort of relationship you’ve been having with him. But it’s clear to me that you’re probably quite a bit more… ah… experienced… than he is.”

I shrugged modestly.

“Just… don’t break his heart, ok?”

I saw nothing but sincere concern on my aunt’s face. I figured I’d better be just as sincere in return. “I won’t. I love him.”

“I know. Just… do the right thing, ok?”

“I will,” I said. Often and loudly, I added to myself.

“Alright. Let’s get some food.”

“Peggy-Jean?”

“Yes?”

“How come you stayed with that bastard son of a skunk for so long?”

She paused. “Parr… to be honest… he got me pregnant with Royce. I thought the right thing to do would be to get married. Maybe it was, because it also gave me Scooter and Bobbi-Lee but… well… I should’ve dumped his ass years ago.”

Grinning I said, “Good. NOW let’s eat!”

Arm-in-arm my aunt and I walked to the dinner table.

* * *

Well, the next day I did tell Scooter all about my relationship with Bobbi-Lee and Royce. The look of surprise on his face was pretty cool. We all got a good laugh out of it, and the next day we were all back to our usual sexual antics, where I was serving each of them.

One day in early December, things took an interesting turn. My mom and aunt, as well as Bobbi-Lee, were all out in Biloxi. Mom and Peggy-Jean were still looking for work, and Bobbi-Lee had just wanted to get out of the house.

Myself, Scooter and Royce were gathered over in their trailer watching TV. We’d been just hanging out for a couple hours. We’d had our lunch and were a little bored. It was raining outside, which precluded us doing anything outdoors. This left only one real option for entertainment.

I yawned, stretched, and placed a hand on the thigh of each boy. “Alright,” I said. “I’m in the mood to get laid. Who wants to go have sex with me?”

“I do,” Scooter said, raising his hand.

“Me, too,” Royce said.

“Hey, I called it first!” Scooter said, glaring at his brother.

Royce snorted. “So? I’m older than you.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Scooter responded, standing up.

“Everything!” Royce snarled, getting to his feet.

Before this could go any further I stood up to, and said, “Ok, boys! Stop that right now! I am NOT going to have you fighting over who gets to have sex with me first.”

They both continued to scowl at each other, but at least they weren’t arguing.

“Royce, when you have sex with me, it’s always you fucking me. Sometimes we blow each other, but most times you just fuck me, right?”

“Yeah….”

“Scoot, when we do it, it’s either me fucking you, or us blowing each other. Sometimes you fuck me, but not often. Right?”

“Yeah…”

I put an arm around each of their shoulders and began to lead them to their bedroom. “So here’s the deal. Royce, you can fuck me. Scooter, you and I can blow each other. Sound good?”

“Both of us at the same time?” Royce said in doubtful tones.

“Yep.”

“I don’t know,” Scooter said.

“Oh, well, ok, then I’ll not do either of you and I’ll just wait until Bobbi-Lee gets back before I get laid.”

Both boys seemed a little less than enthused, but they let me lead them back to their bedroom. I began to strip, and they both got the hint and soon all three of us were totally naked. Well, except for Royce. He was still wearing his wife-beater. This was fine with me, actually, cause he knew I thought he looked REALLY sexy when he was naked except for that.

I saw the two brothers eyeing each other’s bodies as I got down onto Royce’s bed, pulling them both down with me. It took me back to the days when I was in the Club and I’d have sex with Peabo. It was a little weird at first, but it wound up being some of the best sex of my entire life.

Each boy was already erect. Once we were laying down on the bed, I took Royce’s penis in one hand and Scooter’s in the other, stroking them both as I began making out with Scoot. It’d been a while since I’d had a threeway or an orgy. It was nice to be getting back to them!

Then I turned my head and started kissing Royce, putting both my hands on his ass as I did so. We didn’t kiss most of the time we had sex. I knew he thought it was too gay. But when he knew I really wanted it, he humored me. Just like how he almost never blew me, but sometimes would.

Scooter was still masturbating me, pushing his hardon against my ass. I took one of my hands off Royce’s ass, and reached down to remove Scooter’s hand from my erection. Before he could process what was going on, I moved his hand onto his brother’s penis. Scooter hesitated for a moment, but then began slowly stroking Royce.

As I moved my hands back onto Royce’s ass, I felt him doing a little mental math. “Is that Scoot jerking me?” he asked between kisses.

“Yeah… welcome to incest…”

He grinned. “I thought you were going to help me get my sister, not my brother.”

“Sex is sex.”

“Yeah…”

Scooter sat up a little, watching me and his brother kissing. “That is so hot,” he said, continuing to masturbate Royce.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Handjobbing your brother while watching him make out with your cousin?”

“Yeah…”

“Try blowing him,” I suggested. “Peabo and I loved blowing each other. He’s good, too,” I added as an aside to Royce.

Scooter licked his lips as he looked down at his brother’s penis. “Can I?”

Royce shrugged. “I guess.”

Moving closer, Scooter opened his mouth and lowered it down around his brother’s penis. He closed his lips around the shaft and began bobbing his head up and down. I knew from experience the sort of pleasure his tongue was working in conjunction with his lips. Royce was very lucky!

“You ever think you’d be getting blown by your brother?” I asked between kisses.

“Fuck, no.”

“But you still wanna fuck your sister, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Scooter lifted his face up. “You want to fuck Bobbi-Lee?”

“Yeah.”

He made a face. “Ew.”

Royce put a hand on the back of his brother’s head. “Keep sucking, bitch,” he said with a smile. “You’re pretty good at that.”
Scooter giggled a little and said, “You really wanna feel good, try fucking me.”

Royce looked at Scooter. “You want me to?”

“If you want to.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“You want me to ride you, or you want me on my back?”

“On your back. Let me fuck you for real.”

“Ok.”

I handed Scooter some lube while I sat back to watch the brothers couple with each other. I knew this was going to be INCREDIBLY hot. Incest always was. It was cool when I was doing it with Peabo, and it was cool when Dothan and Fenton would fuck each other. I couldn’t wait to see my cousins doing it now. I hadn’t planned for this to happen, but I sure wasn’t bothered by it!

Once both boys were lubed up, Scooter laid down on his back, legs in the air, as Royce got on top of him. He lined up his penis against his brother’s body, and gave one smooth, easy push, sliding all the way into Scooter’s tight young ass.

“Ooooooh… fuck, Scoot… damn… you’re so fucking tight…” Royce whispered as he started fucking his younger brother.

“Aaaah… yeah… you got a nice dick, too, Royce…”

As Royce fucked Scooter, he reached down and took the younger boy’s penis in his hand, stroking it slowly as they screwed, just like he did every time he fucked me. I smiled, sitting on the other bed, masturbating to the show. I’d trained Royce well in the arts of homosexual sex!

Watching the brothers coupling was really getting me turned on, too. It’d been a while since I’d watched anyone else having sex, and now, watching Royce’s firm ass rise and fall as he fucked his little brother, I began to realize how much I missed it.

Royce and Scooter kept fucking, staring into each other’s eyes as they made love for the first time. I saw Royce’s head moving lower and lower, and soon his lips were meeting his brother’s, the two of them kissing each other with a passion I envied. I kissed Peabo a lot during sex, but I got the impression it was even better for them than it had been for him and I!

Royce abruptly let go of his brother’s penis, and began moaning loudly as he fucked faster and faster. Suddenly he grunted and pressed his body hard against his brothers, his face twisted in orgasmic pleasure as his sperm shoot into Scooter’s body.

Scooter began masturbating very quickly right after that before Royce had the chance to pull out. I joined him, and at almost the same moment as his sperm spurted all over his chest, mine shot out over the linked bodies of him and his brother. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it was REALLY close!

After we were all done cumming, Royce pulled out his brother’s ass. The three of us collapsed into a naked, sweaty heap on the bed, kissing each other as we laid there, getting our breath back and basking in the afterglow of some incredible sex!

* * *

A week went by. A messy, spermy, erotic week where I never once had sex with just Royce or just Scooter. Always, now, it was the three of us together. Heck, during that week, I didn’t even fuck Bobbi-Lee!

We were now in mid-December. In about another week or so Peabo would be here. I couldn’t wait! I knew he loved living with Ramble, but I really wanted to see my big brother again, even ignoring all the sexual aspects. I just loved him and missed him.

The other bit of good news was that my mom had managed to get a job with the Biloxi school district. We’d be starting classes there in January. We’d been holding out to see if the La Fontaine schools would be opening up, but it was made clear they wouldn’t be. It was going to mean and end to being stuck at home all the time, and that was just fine with me. Hell, maybe I’d meet more people to have sex with!

Aunt Peggy-Jean had managed to get a temp job at a Wal-Mart in Biloxi. It wasn’t much, and it was just going to last through Christmas but at least it was something. She’d also finally consulted a lawyer and filed for divorce from Uncle Leroy. The fucked-up bastard got the papers served to him in Columbus, Ohio, where he was apparently living with some burned-out ex-stripper. It seemed very unlikely we’d ever see him again. I was pleased as Punch by that, and on the surface so were my cousins, but I knew it had to suck losing your dad, even one as bad as Leroy.

Royce also managed to get a part-time job. He was working at a local hardware supply store here in La Fontaine, only about two miles from the house, so he could bike into work. It was only ten hours a week, but it was giving him some money for Christmas and getting him out of the house.

About two weeks before Christmas, Bobbie-Lee, Scooter and myself were stuck at home in my family’s trailer. We were busy addressing envelopes for Christmas cards. I was somewhat surprised we were sending out any, but my mom said there was no point in forgetting our manners just because we didn’t have a real home anymore.

After about two hours of watching TV and addressing cards I was getting a: bored and b: really horny. I hadn’t had the chance to fuck Bobbie-Lee in a couple days, and really wanted to sink into her. But I had to figure out a nice way of getting rid of Scooter so I could do my duty (and please that booty!).

At one point, Scooter excused himself to get up and go to the bathroom. The second he was gone Bobbie-Lee and I were making out with each other. It was always nice to have a lover who was as enthusiastic about me as I was about him! Well, HER, in this case.

“Oh, how sweet!” Came Scoot’s voice as he walked into the room. “You two wanna have some privacy or something?” he asked in a sing-song tone.

I broke away from kissing Bobbie-Lee long enough to say, “No, you can watch if you want to.”

“Yeah, I really wanna watch my boyfriend fucking my sister.”

“I don’t care,” I said with a shrug, going back to kissing her.

“Uh… Parr?” she asked after a couple moments. “We should probably go to your bedroom and not do it on the couch.”

“Yeah, good point.” I stood up and started to lead her away. Looking over my shoulder at Scooter I said, “Well, come along if you want to. You might learn something.”

“Do you really want him watching us have sex?” Bobbie-Lee asked, once we were in my room.

I shrugged. “I don’t care. Do YOU care?”

She hestiated, but then slowly shook her head. “I guess it’s ok…”

I grinned. “Good.” I laid her down on my bed and we started kissing as Scooter wandered into the bedroom.

“You guys are really going to do it?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“And, well, I mean, you don’t care if I watch?”

“It’s ok, Scooter,” Bobbie-Lee replied.

“Well, ok.”

“Good,” I said, kissing Bobbie-Lee again. “Can we get to the fornication now?”

They both laughed, and I sensed a barrier had been broken.

Continuing to kiss Bobbie-Lee, I began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. It had taken me awhile to get used to the way girl’s shirts had buttons on the wrong side from boy’s. That made no sense to me.

Once Bobbie-Lee’s shirt was open, and her breasts were exposed, I leaned down and began kissing and licking each of her nipples, sucking on them gently, pleased to hear her moaning as I did so.

Sitting up a little, I looked over at Scooter. Grinning at him, I said, “So you never seen a girl’s tits before, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, have a look,” I suggested, pulling my cousin’s shirt completely off her.

Scooter looked. His sister’s breasts still weren’t all that big, though I did notice they’d gotten visibly bigger since she and I had started having sex. She also seemed to have put on a tiny bit of weight. Not much, but it was visible. I put it down to her actually getting to eat better and not having to deal with the stress of being moved around all the time.

“Whatcha think?” I asked.

Scooter shrugged. “They’re cool, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well, she is my sister, and a girl.”

“True. But girls have many nice things.” With that I started working on my cousin’s pants, unbuttoning them and slipping them and her panties down her body. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she was laying there, completely nude, in front of her brother. To her credit, she was blushing only slightly and didn’t really seem embarrassed or anything.

“See?” I said as I stood up and started undressing myself. “Lots of nice stuff.”

“I guess.”

Rolling my eyes, and now naked, I got back onto the bed. “Trust me, everything on here is nice.”

Bobbie-Lee grinned. “You know, Parr, you don’t need to keep sucking up. You’re getting sex no matter what.”

I laughed, and then dipped my head down between Bobbi-Lee’s legs, running my tongue along her slit, flicking her clitoris and slipping my tongue in and out of her vagina, eliciting little moans of pleasure from her.

After a couple minutes of that, I sat up and put an arm around Scooter, pulling him close. Before he could protest, I put my mouth to his, and pushed my tongue inside, giving him an indirect taste of his sister’s vagina.

Scooter made a face when we pulled apart. “That was weird.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, I didn’t feel you pulling away.”

Scooter blushed, but didn’t say anything back.

“Yeah, I thought not.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

Bobbi-Lee rolled her eyes. “Can’t you do anything better with that?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I kissed my way up Bobbi-Lee’s body, slipping a finger inside her vagina as I started sucking on one of her nipples. A few moments later I looked up at Scooter. “You take the other one.”

“What?”

“Suck the other one.”

“But… she’s my sister?” he said in a confused tone.

I rolled my eyes. “You’ve sucked your brother’s penis and let him fuck you. All I’m saying is for you to suck one of Bobbi-Lee’s nipples while I suck the other and finger her. I’m trying to make her feel good.” I looked down at her. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s ok.”

Scooter looked down at his sister’s nude body as I went back to sucking on her left nipple. A few moments later his head came into view and I watched in happiness as he began licking and sucking her right nipple.

The response from Bobbi-Lee, as her brother began sucking her nipple, was immediate and intense. She moaned a little and her vagina began rippling around my finger. I grinned. I hadn’t ever really planned to set up her and Scoot to have sex with each other, but now the idea seemed to have some merit.

I lifted my face off Bobbi-Lee long enough to say to her brother, “Get naked.”

“What?” he asked, lifting his face up. “Why?”

I leaned forward and kissed him. “So I can suck your dick, moron.”

“Oh, ok.”

I loved my cousin dearly, but he was very stupid sometimes.

Once Scooter was nude, he laid back down and continued sucking on Bobbi-Lee’s breast. He probably didn’t realize his erect penis was resting against her bare thigh. I didn’t feel the need to enlighten him.

I sat up and reached out to take Scooter’s hand in mine. I placed it on the nipple I’d been sucking and then moved around so that I was crouching between Bobbi-Lee’s legs. Taking my penis in hand, I began rubbing it up and down against my cousin’s vagina.

“Hey, Scoot?”

“Huh?” He looked up from where he was ministering to his sister’s breasts.

“Watch this.” I slowly began to ease my penis into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina.

“Wow,” he said, his eyes going wide as I slid all the way into his sister. “What’s that feel like?”

“Like being inside warm silk.”

“Cool.”

I lowered myself down and first kissed Bobbi-Lee and then Scooter. Fucking my girlfriend while kissing my boyfriend had to be one of the best things I’d experienced so far in my young life, especially considering the two of them were brother and sister.

Which lead me back to an earlier thought. Did I want to see them fuck? I remember Peabo saying how cool it had been to see a brother and sister doing it with each other. It had certainly been cool watching Royce and Scooter having sex, and I knew I’d enjoyed sex with my brother. Yeah… I wanted to see them fuck. If nothing else, it’d be cool to see what Scooter thought of being inside a girl.

“Mmmm…” I smiled down at Bobbi-Lee as I thrust into her. “Yeah… like warm silk… only better…”

She giggled. “You’re so sweet, Parr.”

“You really gotta try it with a girl sometime,” I said to Scooter as I slowly moved my penis back and forth inside his sister’s vagina.

He looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah… well, maybe I will. It does look kind of fun,” he admitted.

Gotcha! I thought, knowing at that point that he wouldn’t walk out of this room as a virgin. I would have him fucking his sister in no time flat. The morality, or lack of same, didn’t even remotely cross my mind.

Leaning forward, I started kissing him some more. Holding myself up with one hand, I used the other to take hold of Scooter’s penis and began masturbating him. It was a little awkward, but it worked.

Closing my eyes, I let go of Scooter’s penis and concentrated on fucking Bobbi-Lee, doing my best to exaggerate the amount of pleasure I was feeling. I didn’t have to exaggerate much! It was REALLY nice!

Letting a slow, lazy smile across my face, I reopened my eyes and looked up at Scooter. “You so gotta try it with a girl sometime, man.”

“Yeah…” Then much to my happiness, Scooter leaned his face down and began sucking on one of his sister’s nipples as I fucked her. Maybe this would be easier than I thought! I knew Scooter would probably be willing to try a turn inside her, but I didn’t know if Bobbi-Lee would be willing to let him.

Then my eyes noticed what Bobbi-Lee was doing. One of her hands was on my ass but the other one was around her brother’s penis, stroking him slowly while he sucked on one of her breasts. I hadn’t seen her start doing that, but I didn’t mind, that was certain!

Propping myself up, I said, “Hey, Scoot.”

“Yeah?”

I took hold of his hand and placed it right above his sister’s clitoris. Very near to where my penis entered her body. He hesitated for a moment, but then I felt his fingers slide along each side of my erection. He obviously didn’t mind having it down there, even if it did mean he was touching his sister’s most private parts. Given that she was touching his, maybe he was just thinking it was tit-for-tit. Or whatever.

To test the limits, I slid my penis out of Bobbi-Lee. Then I took a couple of Scooter’s fingers and moved them downwards until they began to slip into his sister’s vagina. Nice. He was obviously willing to do that, and it was pretty likely she knew it was his fingers in there. Pleased, I slid my penis back into her, joining her brother’s fingers inside her vagina. It was a little awkward; well, more than a little, but it felt really nice.

Leaning forward I kissed first Scooter, then Bobbi-Lee, happy and content at the fact that I was basically having sex with both genders. I couldn’t imagine anything in life that could be better than this, especially at the age of thirteen!

“This really feels wonderful,” I said to both of them.

Bobbi-Lee giggled. “Feels good to me, too.”

Leaning down, I kissed her and, taking a deep breath, said, “You want to let Scooter see what it’s like?”

Dead silence from both my cousins. I kept thrusting into Bobbi-Lee, knowing that the best way to get her to say yes to committing the ultimate act of incest was for me to blind her brain with pleasure.

For his part, Scooter still had his fingers inside Bobbi-Lee’s vagina along with my penis. He didn’t say anything about the idea of fucking his own sister. Given that he’d already had sex with his brother, I’m sure the idea didn’t bother him too much, at least not in concept.

“Well?” I whispered to Bobbi-Lee, continuing to fuck her and hoping I wasn’t going to cum too soon, which was starting to look like a possibility.

Catching her breath a little, she said, “Well… ok… but you can’t cum inside me, ok, Scooter?”

“Uhm… ok, sure.”

Before either of them could change their minds, I pulled out and moved out from between Bobbi-Lee’s legs. Gesturing towards her, I said to Scooter, “Get on top, and I’ll guide you into her.”

“Ok.”

Trembling a little, Scooter moved his lean, naked body on top of his sister. As he lowered himself down, the tip of his penis brushed up against her vagina, eliciting a little gasp from both my cousins.

I grinned. This was going to be a moment to remember for all three of us!

I reached out and caressed Scooter’s butt, kissing him tenderly as I moved my hand down to encircle his penis. “Ready to lose it?”

“Yeah…”

I guided Scooter’s penis so that the tip was resting at the entrance to his sister’s vagina. “Go ahead,” I whispered into his ear. “Push it in.”

Scooter nodded, closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath and pushed with his hips, slowly and easily slipping his fourteen-year-old virgin penis into his twelve-year-old sister’s vagina.

I let one of my hands rest on Scooter’s bare ass as he sank all the way into his sister. Once he was completely inside, I smiled and said, “Good, huh?”

“Yeah… oh, yeah…” His eyes opened and he smiled at me. “It’s wonderful.” Looking down at Bobbi-Lee, he said, “It’s really nice.”

She giggled as her brother began fucking slowly. “Thanks.”

I sat back and watch as brother and sister copulated. It was really sweet watching their slim, nude bodies moving in passion. I was really happy I’d arranged this, and I figured they weren’t going to have any complaints.

“Bobbi-Lee?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Let him cum inside you just this once,” I suggested.

“Do you want to?” she asked her brother.

“I don’t… want to… get you pregnant…” he panted.

“You won’t,” Bobbi-Lee said with conviction.

“Oh… ah… ok… ooooh…” Scooter’s thrusts began to speed up, and only about half a minute later, he let out a low moan of pure pleasure as he fired his sperm into his sister’s waiting vagina.

Almost as soon as Scooter was done cumming inside his sister, I muscled him aside and added my sperm to what was already swimming around in her body. It was very cool knowing that my sperm was going to be keeping his company.

We fucked a couple more times that afternoon. I came inside Bobbi-Lee twice more, and Scooter came in her once more. She also watched Scooter fucking me, which he didn’t do often, but it was always nice when he did.

Once we were all fucked out, we got dressed and they got ready to leave. Scooter left first, but Bobbi-Lee hung back.

“Parr?”

“Yeah?”

“You remember how I said Scooter won’t get me pregnant?”

“Oh. Yeah?”

“Well… did you wonder why I said that?”

Thinking, I shook my head. “Not really.”

She sighed. “Because I’m already pregnant.”

The ground seemed to go out from under me. “Oh… fuck…”

Smiling a little, my cousin said, “We already did. That’s why I’m pregnant.”

“Heh.” I was a little amused in spite of myself. “Well… uh… what do you… you know… what do we do?”

“Well, I thought about having… well, you know… an abortion… but, well, it’s our baby. And I want to have it, and raise it, ok?”

“Ok,” I said with absolute conviction. I hadn’t really thought about the possibility of getting my cousin pregnant, but since she was, I was determined to do the right thing by her and it. “Uh… how… sure… are you?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t had a period since we got here. I’m getting a little bigger, my breasts are getting a little tender. I’m sure.”

“Oh. Ok.” Grinning like an idiot, I said, “Wow… I’m going to be a dad… that’s so cool…”

“You aren’t mad or anything?”

“No, why would I be?”

“Just making sure.” She put her arms around me and hugged me tight. “Don’t tell anyone about this yet, ok?”

“I won’t,” I somewhat lied. I knew I’d have to tell Peabo when I talked with him next, and he’d tell Ramble, but I didn’t think they’d tell anyone else.

We kissed briefly, and then she said, “Royce wants to fuck me, too, doesn’t he?”

Blushing a little, I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, yes.”

Nodding, Bobbi-Lee replied, “Ok. You and me can plot and plan about that at some point, ok?”

“Really?” I asked in surprise.

“Sure. I’ve already done it with Scooter. I know you’ve had sex with both of them, and so we might as well all have sex with each other. Why not? Like I said, I can’t get anymore pregnant than I already am.”

“Well, that’s true,” I conceded. “Ok, if it’s what you want.”

“It is.”

We hugged again and kissed, and then she left, leaving me on cloud nine. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when we had our baby, but I was looking forward to finding out! Plus, hey, she had no problem with an orgy with Royce. Even better! Life was going to be good for the next little while.

* * *

Peabo arrived a week after Scooter had his first fuck with his sister.

The three of us hadn’t gotten together again like that, and Royce was still a virgin, but I had sex with all three of them separately, and one good threeway with both boys. Royce knew Scooter wasn’t a virgin anymore, and made it very clear that he couldn’t wait until he wasn’t, either.

Peabo arrived on a Friday. He’d be staying with us through Christmas, and would leave on the 30th so he could spend New Year’s with Ramble and his family. It was cool to see my big brother again. I’d missed him more than I thought.

We met Peabo’s plane in Biloxi. He’d flown from Seattle to Denver to there. Normally we would have had him fly into New Orleans and picked him up there. It was usually cheaper. NO was still a mess, though, even all these months after Katrina. Biloxi wasn’t much better, but at least it was closer to home.
Once we got Peabo home, I followed him into the bedroom, ostensibly to help him unpack. What really happened is that as soon as the door was shut, I hugged my brother as tight as I could and planted a good, solid kiss right onto his lips.

Peabo grinned and moved his hands down to cup my ass. “I missed you, too, Parr.”

Grinning, I said, “You missed my ass.”

“That, too.” He let go of me and started unpacking. “So Bobbi-Lee’s pregnant, huh?”

I hadn’t told him yet. It was going to be a surprise. “What?! How the hell did you know that?”

Peabo laughed. “I didn’t know for sure until just now. I figured she might be. I know about you and brains.”

“What about them?”

“You don’t got any.”

I rolled my eyes.

Peabo put an arm around my shoulders. “So you’re the father, I presume?”

“Yeah. Scooter didn’t fuck her until after she was already pregnant, and Royce hasn’t done her yet.”

Peabo looked surprised, thank goodness. “Really? Ok. Well, have you and her decided what you’re going to do?”

“Yeah. We’re going to have our baby, of course.”

“Do mom and dad know? Does Aunt Peggy-Jean know?”

“No, not yet. We’re going to tell them eventually. We wanted to wait until after Christmas. And until after we have our big orgy with me, her, Scoot and Royce.”

Peabo rolled his eyes. “God, and I thought Ramble and I were sluts.”

“Oh, you are.”

Peabo smacked my ass. “And you know you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” I kissed my brother again. “You ARE going to be topping me while you’re here, right?”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking serious. “I DO have a boyfriend.”

“So?”

“Well, when you put it like that.” He pushed me back onto my bed and kissed me passionately, rubbing at my crotch as he did so. “I’m sure I’ll find a way to work your ass into my schedule.”

“Good.” I kept kissing my brother as I moved my hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them.

“Oh, right now, huh?” Peabo whispered.

“Just a quickie?” I pleaded as I reached into my brother’s jeans and boxers, taking hold of his very hard penis and stroking it slowly.

“Ok.”

We broke apart from each other and very quickly pulled off our jeans and underwear. Mine had to go all the way off. Peabo just had to pull his down. Peabo lowered his mouth down and began sucking my penis as I rooted around in the nightstand for a bottle of lube. Once I had it, I squirted some into my hand and handed the bottle to Peabo.

“Thanks, bro.” He rubbed the lube all over his penis and I rubbed it all over, and up into, my ass. Once we were lubed up, Peabo looked at me. “You ready, Parr?”

“Yeah.” I spread my legs high and wide.

Peabo positioned himself, his penis pressing aginst my ass. He gave one smooth push with his hips and slowly slid up inside me. Once he was all the way in, he leaned down and kissed me as he started slowly fucking.

I moaned as my brother screwed me for the first time in months. His penis had been the first one inside me when I had joined the Boy’s Club. I always wanted him inside me more than anyone else. With most guys I’d top more often than not. With Peabo I always, always bottomed.

“God, I missed being in you, Parr,” Peabo whispered, his long red hair dangling in our faces.

“Oh, I missed it, too…”

Reaching down between our writhing bodies, Peabo took hold of my penis and began stroking it as he fucked me faster and faster. I knew from long experience that my brother was going to wind up cumming quickly.

Sure enough, moments later, Peabo let out a grunt, pushed deep inside me and held himself still as his penis pulsed, shooting his sperm into my body, with a look of incredible happiness and bliss on his face.

Once Peabo was done cumming inside me, he pulled out and leaned down, slipping his mouth around my penis. Just as I loved getting fucked by my brother, he loved nothing more than giving me blowjobs. He was really good at them, too. After only a minute or so of sucking, I wound up having an orgasm of my own, my sperm blasting down my brother’s throat.

We kissed again, my sperm flavoring his mouth. Then Peabo said, “We better get out before everyone wonders what’s going on.”

“Before they guess right, you mean,” I said with a wicked grin.

“Yeah.” My brother kissed me once more. “Get your pants back on, bitch.”

“Yes, sir!” I said, and got dressed quickly. We went back out into the living room, no one any the wiser.

* * *

Christmas went by. During the time Peabo was here, I didn’t have sex with any of my cousins. It was all just me and him. They’d known that was the plan, and they just spent time having sex with each other. Royce and Scooter did one another and, from what I understand, Scooter fucked Bobbi-Lee a couple times. According to him, he even came inside her. He still didn’t know she was pregnant. No one knew except me, her and Peabo. We were going to tell our parents, but we wanted to wait until after the holidays.

Peabo left back for Seattle on the 30th. I made sure to send him away with a good orgasm to remember me by. I knew Ramble would be tending to his needs for the next few months, so he was in good hands, but, well, a brother had certain obligations, after all.

Meantime, I had New Year’s Eve to look forward to, though I wasn’t looking forward to it nearly as much as Royce was. You see, our parents were going to be in Biloxi, and we’d made it clear to Royce that plans during their departure included the los of his virginity.

I’d told him about it that morning, right before I gave him a blowjob. He got so excited he came almost instantly afterwards, but he remained hard and was so horny I wound up letting him fuck me. I was only slightly offended when he called me Bobbi-Lee as he came and, to his credit, he apologized for it after.

Our parents left at around eight o’clock. We all gathered together at my family’s trailer. Royce made it really clear he was hot to trot, which we all found pretty funny. Bobbi-Lee teased him quite a bit at first, but then things began to settle down.

At about ten, after we’d had some dinner, I suggested we play a game of strip poker to break the ice. Everyone agreed, Royce most enthusiastically, and so I broke out the cards and the card table and chairs, and we all sat down.

I whipped out a little card dealer’s visor that I had as a souvenir from my parents trip to a “riverboat” casino. Then I began shuffling the cards, doing my best to be as fancy as possible. Then we spent a few minutes picking up the cards from the table, the floor, behind the couch, etc. Then I turned over dealing duties to Scooter.

I kept the visor.

Scooter dealt out the cards. I received… well, let’s just call it not the best hand. A two, a five, a six, a Jack and an ace do not make for a happy Parr. I tossed back everything save for the five and six (I had dreams of building a straight, which is kind of ironic when you think about it). Sadly, all I ended up with were another two, a four and a ten.

Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one with a sucky hand. In fact Scooter and Royce were just about the same as me. Bobbi-Lee on the other hand had managed to put together a nice full house.

“Oh, so that’s how this is gonna go, eh?” I said with a grin as I pulled off my shirt.

“Yep,” Bobbi-Lee replied, shuffling the cards as her two bothers took their shirts off.

Looking at Royce’s rather magnificently shaped bare chest, I wasn’t able to restrain myself from leaning forward and licking and gently biting one of his nipples. Royce sucked in his breath a little and then looked at me with a faint smile and shook his head.

“Fag.”

“Like you care.”

“If I said I did, you wouldn’t blow me anymore.”

“Damn right.”

“IF we can POSSIBLY continue?” Scooter said.

“Yeah, yeah. Deal away, dear,” I said to Bobbi-Lee.

She dealt out the cards again. This time things went more my way. I ended up with two pair! Sadly, Royce ended up with a straight, which beat not only me, but his sister and brother as well.

Scooter and I both stood up and dropped our pants. This left him in boxers and me… well, I was wearing a thong. Don’t ask where I’d gotten it. It certainly drew everyone’s eyes. Mostly in horror, but still.

Then Bobbi-Lee slowly pulled her t-shirt up off her body, giving Royce his first look at his sister’s small, but developing, breasts. Again, unable to resist, and now wanting to make Royce jealous as hell, I leaned forward and, just like I had with him, gently licked and nibbled on one of his sister’s nipples.

Royce glared. “If y’all’re trying to make me jealous, it’s workin’,” he said, the Southern creeping hard into his voice.

“No one says you can’t do it, too,” I pointed out.

His facial expression changed abruptly. “Can I?” he whispered.

I shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong person.”

“Can I, Bobbi-Lee?” he pleaded with his sister.

“Ok, if you want.”

Royce stood up and almost tripped walking around to the other side of the table. He reached a hand out and cupped one of his sister’s small breasts. Then he leaned down and gently kissed the erect nipple, sucking it very lightly. Bobbi-Lee smiled purred a little, obviously enjoying the stimulation.

I leaned down and began sucking her other nipple as one of my hands drifted down to the waistband of her jeans. Once there I unbuttoned and unzipped them, slipping my hand inside to rub at my cousin’s vagina.

This got another delighted little purr from Bobbi-Lee and she pulled my face up to hers, kissing me as she moved her free hand around to cup Royce’s ass. From the way she was now grinding her vagina against my hand, it was becoming pretty clear the strip poker game was already over.

Scooter was watching all this in amazement. “So, what? The game’s done before it gets started?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Now get naked.”

Scooter looked at the scene before him, shrugged and promptly began undressing. Once he was nude he moved towards me, dropped to his knees and began the task of freeing my penis from my jeans. Once it was out he wrapped his mouth around it. It felt good. REALLY good. Scooter had gotten a lot better at giving head since he’d started living here, not that he was bad to start with.

It was at about this point that I suggested we all simply get out of our clothes. We stood up and within moments all of us were naked. It was kind of interesting. Scooter kept his eyes almost entirely on me, while Royce kept his on his sister. Bobbi-Lee and I kept looking at both boys and each other. It was weird, but nice.

We all sat down on the couch, more or less. Bobbi-Lee and Royce began making out with each other, while I began blowing Royce as Scooter started sucking me off. From there I had a nice view of Royce’s finger slipping up inside his sister’s vagina. I grinned around my mouthful of penis, pleased that Royce was finally getting to do what he’d wanted to do for so long.

A few moments later Scooter nudged me aside and began going down on his brother. I sat back on the other end of the couch, masturbating as I watched my three cousins being incestual with each other. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen!

Then I guess Bobbi-Lee decided there was no time like the present. She whispered something to her brother who pulled his finger out of her. Then, still kissing him, she straddled his waist so that his penis was rubbing against her vagina. Scooter had moved up and out of the way and was sitting on the couch on the other side of his siblings from where I was, but he kept his hand around his brother’s erection.

“Are you ready, Royce?” Bobbi-Lee asked.

“Oh, yeah… fuck, yeah…”

“Fuck? Yeah…” With that Bobbi-Lee shifted slightly and pressed downward, lowering her twelve-year-old vagina down onto her brother’s fifteen-year-old virgin penis. Scooter had been holding Royce’s erection steady, but once he was all the way inside, Scooter let go and moved over to join me on the other side of the couch.

Bobbi-Lee continued to kiss her brother as she moved up and down on his penis. I started to realize she wanted this as much as he did. I wondered if the two of them would’ve ever had sex with each other had I not come along. Probably, I figured now.

While I watched his brother and sister have sex with each other, Scooter lowered his mouth down onto my penis. I was so aroused I knew he probably wouldn’t be able to do that too long before I wound up giving him a sperm mouthwash. However, I was determined that I wouldn’t cum before Royce did. I gritted my teeth and watched my cousins fornicate, hoping I wasn’t going to have to wait too long.

As it turned out it was less than a minute later that Royce began moaning rather loud and pushed so hard into his sister that he was lifting her clear off the couch. I pictured his penis twitching inside her as he came. I was so taken by the image that I was only barely aware of my own orgasm hitting and flooding Scooter’s mouth with my sperm. Scooter himself still hadn’t cum yet but that was taken care of with, to my surprise, a few moments effort by Royce’s mouth.
The rest of the night was spent in happy, sexual bliss. We were only barely aware of the clock chiming midnight, ushering in 2006 while Royce was fucking me and Scooter was fucking Bobbi-Lee. Sexually, I knew 2006 was likely to be even more interesting than 2005 had been!

* * *

Our New Year’s orgy was the only time all four of us were together. Oh, we still had sex with each other, but mostly it was Scooter and I having sex and Bobbi-Lee and Royce having sex. Threesomes weren’t uncommon, either, but we didn’t all get together in one place for sex ever again.

It was in late January that we finally told our parents I’d gotten Bobbi-Lee pregnant. They were pissed, to put it mildly. I reckoned I’d never end up getting out of the doghouse they put me in. Naturally no one blamed Bobbi-Lee for the situation. No, it was just me, evil little Parr who had defiled an innocent girl.

We did NOT tell them about any of the other sexploits. I think my dad at least had an inkling that there was more than what he’d been told. He’d been a member of the Boy’s Club when he was younger, after all. But if he knew, he didn’t say.

Also in January, La Fontaine’s schools began to reopen. It was weird being back in class again after so long away. School hadn’t started when Katrina had hit, so I hadn’t been in school since last June.

On the other hand, as I sat there in school on my first day, I noticed plenty of boys and girls that I was determined to have. I concentrated on the boys cause they were easier, and by the end of March, I’d rebuilt the Boy’s Club with a membership of five. Not too shabby!

In April we were finally able to start rebuilding our house. All of us pitched in, even Bobbi-Lee, despite the fact that was really starting to show at this point. It took the better part of two months, but we finally got the house back up enough to live in.

As soon as we moved into there, Bobbi-Lee, Royce and Scooter took over the trailer we’d been living in. Only I knew that more often than note, Royce’s bed went unslept in and Bobbi-Lee’s bedsprings got more use than other people might’ve expected.

This arrangement also gave Aunt Peggy-Jean some semblance of privacy, which ended up being good since she’d began dating again. Her new beau, a Yankee named Ross, was a really nice guy and I hoped they stuck together.

Peabo came back to live with us in June. He planned to stay through the summer and then he’d go back up to Seattle to be with Ramble. The two of them really seemed to love each other. I hoped to someday find something like that myself.

In early July, Bobbi-Lee went into labor. She was thirteen now, and I was fourteen on the day our little baby girl was born in La Fontaine General Hospital. She was a beautiful girl and after much discussion we finally settled on name. Katrina.

Now it’s a year since our world was turned upside down. We’ve started construction on another house on our property to hold my cousins, their mother and my daughter. It was a little slower going because both Scooter and Royce now had part-time jobs, though Royce still managed to find time to have sex with his sister, and I had a notion that it wouldn’t be long before Katrina had a half-brother or half-sister.

Life in La Fontaine still ain’t what it was before the hurricane hit. There’s still a lot of closed businesses and lots of people still don’t have work, but we carry on. The town had been damaged during the Civil War, and downtown had been gutted in a fire that followed a race riot back in 1959. We’d recovered from that, and we’d recover from this.

As they say, the South shall rise again!

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Little Boy Blue – Part Two

October 24, 2008

Little Boy Blue – Part Two
By
Alex Hawk

I woke up kind of early the next morning. Eric was already out of bed and was sitting by an open window, smoking and blowing said smoke out it. He was gazing out at the world. His magnificent young body was still fully naked and he was idly stroking his penis.

“Now that’s something I could get used to seeing in the morning,” I said a little muzzily.

Eric started a little and looked over at me. He grinned and blew smoke my direction. “Yeah, I bet I can get you up every day.”

I nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

Eric put out his cigarette and walked back over to the bed, his semi-hard penis swinging between his shapely young legs. He gave me a little kick on the foot.

“So when you gonna get me laid?”

“Anytime you want!” I said enthusiastically, laying back and spreading my legs.

Eric rolled his eyes. “Not that way. I want pussy.”

“I’ll see if I can track down Samantha today. See if I can set something up.”

“Good. I’ll get myself comfy in the meantime.” He walked over to his backpack and started unloading and organizing everything.

I sat back up and started getting dressed. “So, what, you’re planning to just live here?”

“Yep.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I tried.

Eric gave me a look. “You’ll get to suck my dick at least once or twice a day, dude. You tell me.”

“Point.” I went to the dresser and cleared out the bottom drawer. “Here, you can use this.”

“Cool, thanks.” Eric took a moment to pull on a pair of black boxer-briefs and then started putting the rest of his clothes away.

“Oh, you’re not going to get dressed, are you?” I asked as he put on some more clothes. All blue, of course.

“Yeah. I’ve got some stuff I gotta do.” Now fully clothed, he walked up and took my hand in his, placing it directly on his crotch. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get plenty of Ericdick.”

I sighed, rubbing a little and feeling the boy’s penis start to harden. “Oh, well. I guess you should probably be clothed for a little while, anyhow.”

“Yeah, especially if I’m going out.”

“Ok, ok. I guess while you’re out, I’ll try to get in touch with Samantha.”

“Sounds good.” Eric picked up his backpack, put on his hat and walked over to me, giving me a tight hug. “Thanks for letting me crash here for a while, dude.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, holding him close.

He pulled away. “Ok, see ya!” and was gone.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. What a boy!

An hour later, after taking time to jerk off, I went out, hoping to find Samantha quickly.

In this matter, I got pretty lucky. I found her sitting on the street outside of Denny’s trying to get change from passers by.

“Hey, Samantha,” I said, plopping down next to her.

“Oh, hey, Chance!” She leaned over and gave me a hug and a kiss. “How are you?”

“I’m doing good, doing good. And you?”

“I’m ok.”

“Good. Glad to hear it!” I grinned widely.

Samantha gave me a look. “What do you want?”

“Whatever makes you think I want anything?”

“Cause I know that look.”

I laughed. “Ok, well, I do maybe want a little something.”

“Oh?”

“I want your body.”

Samantha laughed. “You’ve already had it! It’s been three years. Now you want it again?”

“Well… yes, but not for me.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Ok, Chancey, out with it.”

“Well… how would you like to defile a virgin?”

“Oh?”

“He’s young, he’s cute, he’s still a virgin and he wants to get some pussy.”

“How cute?”

“VERY cute.”

“How virgin?”

I shrugged. “I’ve jerked him, blown him and had him fuck me, but all he’s done with girls is get a couple blowjobs.”

“Uh-huh… now… how young?”

“Uhm… fourteen?” I said with my best innocent look.

She rolled her eyes again. “You’re such a child molester.”

“That’s me!”

“But you say he’s pretty cute, huh?”

“Yeah. Blue eyes, blue hair, blue pretty much everything. Well, not blue-balls. Not lately, anyhow,” I said with pride.

“Blue…” She looked thoughtful and then brightened up. “Oh, hey, you’re not talking about that one boy who’s been wandering around lately? Wears all blue but with an orange hat?”

“That’s the one.”

“Hmmm… he is pretty cute…”

“You’ll get me fucking you, too, of course.”

Again she rolled her eyes. “Oh, what a great privilege.”

“Hey, if I fuck you once more, it’ll be twice as many times as I already have. And that’s twice as many as all other girls on the planet COMBINED,” I said, looking as serious as I could.

Samantha laughed. “Yeah, right. THAT’S a plus.”

“Oh, come on. I was good in bed.”

“Yes, you were. But you obviously wanted to fuck my boyfriend and not me,” she pointed out.

“Well… I DID like it with you. Admittedly, it was somewhat more fun fucking your boyfriend.” I grinned. “I wouldn’t mind doing it with you some more. Especially if I get to watch a very cute little boy lose his virginity to you in the process.”

“Well… alright. I’ll do it.” She stood up. “Let’s go get some boy.”

“Just like that?” I asked, standing up next to her.

“Yep. You know me. Once I make my mind up…”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “Plus, you know, you’re a slut.”

I didn’t realize a simple punch on the arm could hurt that much.

* * *

Once we got back to my apartment, Samantha and I killed some time just sitting around talking with each other and watching one of my gay porn tapes. She, like a surprisingly large number of girls, really liked watching cute boys have sex with each other.

“So is there anything special you have in mind for me and this boy?” Samantha asked.

I shrugged. “Not really. I wanna put his dick in you when he fucks you the first time, but otherwise I don’t care too much.”

“Good.” She looked at the clock. “So what is he supposed to be here?”

I shrugged again. “We didn’t really set a time.”

“Cool.” She ground out the cigarette I had been letting her smoke. “Wanna fuck for a while?”

I laughed a little, laughter which started to fade as Samantha began undressing. “Uh… the idea here was for Eric to fuck you?”

“So?” She was now just in her bra and panties. Despite myself I found my penis hardening. “I’d figured you were probably going to fuck me at least a couple times yourself.”

“Well… I never really thought about it,” I said.

Now naked, Samantha said, “Well, see, I’m horny, especially after watching this video. So… you wanna fuck?”

I considered her offer for a bit and then shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Good.” She went over to my bed and laid down as I took off my clothes. Once naked, I went over and laid down next to her. When I got there, she started stroking my penis slowly. “I assume you’re not going to be that interested in foreplay with me?” she asked.

“Uh…” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. The only other time we’d had sex her boyfriend had gotten her all warmed up. “Well… if you want me to go down on you… that’s not something I’m interested in. I guess I could finger you or something.”

“No, that’s ok. Just make sure you have Eric do everything to me, ok?”

“Ok,” I said with a cheerful grin, my penis twitching at the thought.

“Well, in that case, what position do you want me to be in?”

“I want him on top,” I said quickly.

Samantha rolled her eyes. “I mean right now, dumbass.”

“Oh! Sorry.” I blushed a little. “Uh… well, what’s your favorite?”

“I like having the guy on top.”

“Ok, then, I’ll get on top.”

Samantha laid back and spread her legs. “Go for it, then.”

“You need me to put on a condom?”

“No, it’s ok.”

“Ok.”

I got up on my knees and crouched down between her legs, staring at her vagina. Her boyfriend had been the one to put me in her the first time. I knew I could just ask Samantha for help, but I wanted to get it in her on my own. Plus, if I was going to be helping Eric fuck her, I should probably know what I was doing.

I moved forward until the tip of my penis brushed against Samantha’s vagina. Then I started sort of poking around, remembering that when I’d fucked her before, I’d felt a little wet place. Sure enough after enough probing I found it and pushed gently.

Success! I felt the tip of my twenty-three-year-old penis slide into something very pleasantly warm and snug. I pushed forward some more and eventually managed to get myself completely into Samantha’s eighteen-year-old vagina. Feeling very pleased with myself I let go of my erection and just sat there enjoying the sensations for a few moments. It WAS really nice inside her, I’ll admit that, even if it wasn’t quite as nice as fucking a guy. Maybe I’d have to fuck her some more at some point.

“Very nice, Chance,” Samantha said with a little grin. “You didn’t know where it was supposed to go at first, did you?”

I settled down on top of her, my penis completely inside her vagina. “Well, no, not really,” I admitted. I began to move back and forth.

“Try to keep it as deep in me as you can,” she said.

“Ok.”

It was very strange to me to think about the fact that I was fucking a girl while waiting for a cute little virgin boy to come back to my house so that I could molest him and watch him fuck her. I looked over at the nearby mirror while we fucked, admiring the way my body looked. I wasn’t gorgeous, but I wasn’t bad, and like many people, I looked just fine when I was fucking.

“Mmmm… yeah… that’s much better,” Samantha said, wrapping her legs around my waist while I fucked her.

I wish I could say that mind-blowing orgasms occured for both of us. I wish I could say that when I came inside her it was like angels singing and that she came at the same time I did, her vagina clutching at my thrusting penis.

This wasn’t really the case. I did cum, and shot my sperm into her, wondering as I did so what might happen if she got pregnant. Samantha came also, but it was about two minutes later and it took her stimulating herself while I held my penis within her until she climaxed.

After we were both done having our orgasms, I pulled out of her and we laid there together on my bed, quietly sharing a cigarette. When she was done smoking, Samantha sat up and got out of bed.

“Something wrong?” I asked, still not used to this whole heterosexual intercourse thing.

“No, no. Just gotta go clean up,” she said, picking up my old bathrobe. She put it on and went into the bathroom.

Shrugging a little and figuring that I might as well clean up, too, I walked into the kitchen and used a paper towel and some warm water with soap to clean off my penis. I felt kind of weird about having fucked Samantha. It wasn’t bad or anything, but I didn’t really enjoy it anymore than I enjoyed masturbating.

Once I was clean, I walked back into the living room and pulled on a pair of boxers. By the time Samantha got out of the bathroom I was sitting on the couch watching television.

“Anything good on?” she asked as she sat next to me.

“Not really.”

We settled on watching an old rerun of Friends. It wasn’t my favorite show, but Samantha liked it, and I figured I should try to make her happy.

A couple hours later I was beginning to get restless. I was wondering where Eric might be. I was worried that maybe something had happened to him. I should have given him my phone number, I thought. Just as I was starting to get real concerned, I heard a faint tapping at the door.

I smiled at Samantha. “Your boy is here!”

“Nothing like home delivery.”

I pulled on a t-shirt to go with my boxers and opened the door. There he was.

“Hey, I was wondering where you were.”

Eric grinned a little. “Yeah, sorry. I got busy.” He walked into the apartment and saw Samantha sitting on the couch in the bathrobe. “Oh! Hello,” he said, sounding a little off-center suddenly.

“Hello,” Samantha purred. “You must be Eric. I’m Samantha.”

“Hi!” He walked over towards her and reached out his hand.

Samantha shook it and patted the space next to her. “Put down your stuff and have a seat.”

Eric set down his backpack and sat next to Samantha. I sat down on the other side of him.

“So,” I said, reaching out and placing a hand on the boy’s thigh. “You ready to get laid?”

“This is really gonna happen, huh?” Eric asked, looking from me to Samantha.

“Yep,” Samantha replied, placing one of her hands on Eric’s other thigh. She ran it up to his crotch and cupped it gently. “You up for it?” she asked, rubbing.

“Ooooooh, yes.” Eric grinned shyly.

“Good,” Samantha whispered. She leaned over and started kissing Eric while she continued to rub the lump that had appeared in his sweatpants. Eric seemed unsure what he should be doing. Finally he settled for resting one of his hands on Samantha’s bare thigh and sort of held it there, not moving it or anything.

I was starting to get really, really horny watching this. My penis had already poked itself out of my boxers, and I reached down to give it a couple strokes. Then I let go of it and took hold of Eric’s shirt, working it off him and leaving him bare chested. Beautiful. I leaned down and started sucking and nibbling on one of his erect nipples.

Still continuing to kiss the boy, Samantha opened up the robe and shrugged out of it, leaving her completely naked. She then took Eric’s hand that had been on her thigh and placed it right between her legs, directly over her vagina. She rubbed his hand back and forth a little until the boy seemed to get the idea and started doing it himself.

Then Samantha stopped kissing Eric’s mouth and started kissing a trail down his smooth young body. When she reached his sweats, she reached inside and pulled out Eric’s hard teenage penis. Samantha gave the tip a couple kisses and then slowly lowered her mouth around it while Eric laid his head back and looked very content.

I placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head my way. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Eric said with a grin. Then to my surprised he leaned his head towards mine and started kissing me, soon working his tongue into my mouth. I was even more surprised to find one of his hands taking hold of my penis, stroking it while we kissed. The ability of this kid to discover new ways to make me happy was very pleasing. I could feel myself falling in love with him, despite my best efforts.

Samantha had moved down to kneel on the floor. While she was there she started tugging at Eric’s sweats. He lifted his butt up, never missing a beat while kissing me, and Samantha pulled them off him, leaving him beautiful and naked. I figured I might as well join in the fun. My shirt and shorts soon joined the pile of clothes that had formed on the floor.

Now Samantha’s hand joined Eric’s on the shaft of my penis and soon replaced it as Eric let go and put his arms around me while we kissed. As I felt her mouth slide around my erection, I took one of my hands and wrapped it around Eric’s most wonderful part.

“God, this is hot, Chance,” Eric whispered to me.

“I know.”

Samantha pulled her mouth up off me and Eric looked down at my penis. “Can I suck your dick for a bit? I wanna see what it’s like.”

“Sure!” I said, quite pleasantly surprised.

Samantha moved aside and started masturbating Eric while he moved his head down. He didn’t give my erection a wussy little taste or anything tentative like that. No, he just opened his mouth up, slid it down along my penis and then sealed his lips around it, moving his head up and down and trying his best to lick as he did so.

Now Samantha moved up and sat next to me on the couch, kissing me once she got comfortable.

“This boy is really, really sexy,” she said to me with a smile.

“You’re telling me?”

Samantha laughed a little and then let out a shaky moan as Eric’s hand found its way onto her vagina. Looking down at the boy while he kept blowing me, she said to him, “See if you can get a finger into me.”

Eric nodded and poked around. I saw a look of pleasure cross Samantha’s face as the boy managed to get a finger up into her tight vagina. It apparently excited him quite a bit, too, because he started blowing me with ever more enthusiasm.

Finally Samantha called out, “Ok! I can’t take it anymore. SOMEONE needs to fuck me!”

Eric froze and then pulled his mouth off my penis. “So… that means it’s time?”

“Yes,” I said, reaching down to pull the boy up to sit on the couch next to me. I gave him a little kiss and said, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Samantha said, “I want you on top,” and walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading her legs.

I put a hand on Eric’s shoulder and spoke softly to him. “You’re about to lose your virginity, Eric. You’re gonna fuck your first girl. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t worry about making her feel good, getting her pregnant or anything. Just have a good time, ok? If you cum in five seconds, that’s ok. If it takes you ten minutes, that’s ok, too. Just enjoy yourself.”

Eric took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok.”

I stood up and pulled Eric over to the bed. “Kneel between her legs.”

“Alright.” Eric did so, penis pointing up.

I got behind him and kissed his ear as I took his teenage penis in my hand. Stroking it slowly, I lined it up so that the tip was poking into Samantha’s vagina and whispered to him, “Whenever you’re ready, just push forward.”

Eric took a moment to collect himself and then I felt him start moving, the shaft of his wonderful fourteen-year-old virgin penis sliding past my hand and going up into Samantha’s tight eighteen-year-old vagina. Soon he was completely within her, my thumb and forefinger circling around the base of his shaft. I eventually let go of that and the boy was now inside his first girl.

“Whoa,” he said a little out of breath. “I’m really doing it, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I said, caressing his body and rubbing my penis against his bare ass. “How’s it feel.”

“Nice,” Eric whispered after a moment. “Very, very nice.”

I put my hands on his hips, pushing and pulling in time with his first thrusts. “Try to keep it as deep inside her as you can,” I said, remembering Samantha’s advice from earlier.

“Ok,” Eric gasped as he had his first fuck with a girl.

“That’s good,” Samantha whispered. “You’ve got a good one, Eric… you’re good…”

“Thanks,” he said a little breathlessly.

My penis was still resting against Eric’s butt while he fucked Samantha. I was getting serious stimulation from him each time he thrust. I longed to slide myself up inside of him, but I knew he’d not be really comfy with that idea, at least not yet. Maybe some other time.

Eric had started pumping faster. “I think… I’m gonna cum soon…” he panted.

“Oh, god, yes,” Samantha whispered. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fiercely.

That was apparently enough. Eric grunted and moaned and his steady rhythm faltered. His entire body began twitching. I pictured his penis firing off inside Samantha’s vagina, his sperm shooting into her in search of an egg to fertilize. The vision I’d had last night was coming true.

Eric pulled himself up a little. “Wow,” he said in a laughing tone. “That was great…”

“So you liked it?” Samantha purred.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Good.” She kissed his nose. “Me, too.”

“Thanks,” he said, kissing her nose in return. Then he looked back at me. “Thank you, too, Chance.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, massaging his firm little butt.

“You want a turn?” he asked.

Shrugging I said, “Sure, if Samantha doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” she said with a tired grin.

Eric withdrew his young penis from Samantha’s vagina. It was glistening with wetness and a little string of sperm connected him to her briefly before breaking as he turned to lay on his back next to her, smiling with the sweet afterglow of lost virginity.

I now got between Samantha’s legs. With the combination of my fucking her earlier and now watching Eric fuck her, I had no problems at all getting my penis into her vagina. As I settled down into her I at least imagined that I could feel Eric’s sperm caressing me as I began fucking.

From the second I started moving, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could see Eric’s lean naked body lying only a short distance from me and knowing that his penis had just been inside the vagina mine now occupied was an incredible turn-on. It was less than two minutes before my own sperm joined Eric’s on the quest for pregnantion.

Once I was done fucking, I joined my friends on the bed. I lit up a cigarette and we passed it around, not saying anything, just relaxing in the happiness of joyful sex.

Eric fucked Samantha about five times that night. I only fucked her once more, but I enjoyed masturbating while watching him going to town. At one point while he was fucking her, he asked if he could blow me a little more and kept going on me until I climaxed into his mouth, his own orgasm happening inside Samantha’s vagina mere seconds later.

The three of us spent many, many happy nights fucking our brains out. Eventually I got to fuck Eric while he fucked Samantha and then he did the same to me. We all had the most fantastic weeks of our lives.

At the end of the month, Eric and I found out that Samantha wasn’t on the Pill or anything. She missed her period and was obviously pregnant by one or the other of us. As none of us were ready for kids, I scraped (as it were), up enough money to get her an abortion. The pregnancy was over with, but the memories caused problems and Samantha never had sex with us again.

Eric and I continued to screw on a pretty regular basis. He came to really enjoy sex with me, though he refused to ever have sex with any other guys. It was a pretty sweet time for me, having an underage boy as my lover whenever I wanted him.

One day, though, Eric didn’t come home from his daily wanderings. Three weeks of worry and concern went past before I finally got an email from him. He’d been picked up by the police and returned to the foster system, ending up with a different family then the one he’d ran away from.

Eric told me in the next few emails that I got from him that he really missed me and he really loved me but it was time for him to move on and actually try and do something with his life. He’d settled in at the new place and was going to school. He also had a girlfriend who, he assured me, he always used condoms with when they fucked. He was happy and though he’d always think well of me, he said he probably wouldn’t ever see me again.

So far it’s been five years since I last saw him or heard from him. I still think about him from time to time, but just recently I picked up a fifteen-year-old gay boy off the streets and now he lives with me. Life for myself and Eric both has moved on.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk.

Nebraska is Boring

October 16, 2008

Nebraska is Boring
By
Alex Hawk

I sat outside on the patio feeling depressed and lonely. I was twelve years old and had just moved with my family from Seattle down to Nebraska. We were out in some farming community in the middle of nowhere with a population of about a hundred. It was too hot, too dry and too boring. We’d only been here two days and I was already desperate to leave. If I was stuck here too much longer, I’d probably explode.

As I sat there looking out at the world a girl rode by on her bicycle. She looked at me as she passed and then turned around She rode back my way and stopped in front of my house, sitting there on her bike and looking at me.

After a couple moments of silence I said, “What?”

“Aren’t you supposed to say hello when you meet someone new?” she asked.

“You’re the one who rode up to me. Aren’t you supposed to say hello first?”

The girl shrugged. “Maybe.” She scooted forward with the bike and held out her hand. “I’m Kylie.”

“I’m Vincent,” I said, shaking hands with her. I looked her over as I did so. She was pretty cute. Not great, but cute. I’d only just recently discovered masturbation and started getting interested in girls, but I was still a total virgin.

“Cool. You just moved here?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. You got a bike?”

“Yeah.”

“Go get it. We can go for a ride together.”

“Ok. Be right back.”

I went into the garage and got out my bike. I rode over to Kylie. “Ok, I’m ready.”

“Good. Follow me.” She started pedaling. I followed after her.

“So where we gonna go?”

“I thought I’d kind of show you around,” she replied.

“Ok.”

We rode around talking with each other as she showed me places. I learned that she was twelve, just like me, and was going to the same school I’d be attending in a couple weeks. She was really smart and really nice, which was cool. I wondered if she had a boyfriend.

Finally we came to a stop near a convenience store. She went in and bought a couple candy bars, coming out and giving me one of them.

“Thanks,” I said, tearing into it. I hadn’t had chocolate in a while.

“You’re welcome,” Kylie said.

“So what all do you do for fun around here? I haven’t seen that many kids our age.”

“There aren’t that many. Most everyone seems to be older or younger. There used to be a couple boys who lived in your place, but they moved away, of course.”

“What did you guys do for fun?”

“Lots of things,” she said with a little shrug. “We watched movies, rode our bikes, played video games, fucked, went swimming, went out fishing, stuff like that.”
I nodded and then stopped, feeling puzzled. “Wait. You… you guys… fucked?” I blushed a little saying the word in front of a girl.

“Yeah.”

“Like… actually for real?”

“Yes. Actually for real.”

“Like really for real?” I asked, still stunned.

Kylie rolled her eyes. “Are you always this stupid? Yes, really for real. Like they had their dicks in my pussy.”

“Oh,” I said weakly, my penis stiffening up. I leaned forward a little to hide it.

Kylie shrugged again. “It’s not like it’s a big deal. There’s not much to do out here, like I said.”

“Yeah, but… sex?”

“It’s fun,” she said simply and then looked over at me. “What, haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I haven’t,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Oh.”

“How old were they?”

“Ross was thirteen and Brian was fifteen.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

We kept riding, and I really wanted to ask her more about having sex, but she started talking about something else. By the time we were done talking and riding it was dark. We went back to my house and stood there near the porch saying goodnight.

“I had fun riding around today,” I said to her.

“Me, too. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Bye,” I said, watching as she rode off.

I went back into the house after parking my bike in the garage. I had to sit down and talk with my parents about my day and theirs. They were happy that I’d made a new friend. I was happy, too, and promptly jetted upstairs where I jerked off three times before I fell asleep, each time thinking about Kylie being fucked.

* * *

I was awakened at a little after nine to the sound of someone knocking at my window. I pulled open the curtain a touch and saw Kylie standing there. She waved at me and said, “Open the window!”

Still under the blanket I opened up the window. Kylie then surprised me by pushing it all the way open and crawling inside, flopping down onto my bed. I pulled the blanket up a little more, acutely aware of the fact that I was naked under it.

“You got your bed the same place Ross had his.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. I used to sneak in through his window at night sometimes and we’d fuck.”

“Oh,” I said weakly.

“Yep.” She stood up and looked around. “Your stuff is nicer than his, though.”

“Thanks.”

“So anyhow… you wanna go out riding again?”

“Sure. You mean now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

“Cool.”

Kylie just stood there. Finally I said, “Uh… I need to get dressed.”

“And?”

“And… I’m naked right now?”

“So?”

“So… maybe you should leave the room so I can get some clothes on?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m naked?” I was experiencing an odd sense of déjà vu.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen naked boys before,” Kylie said.

“Yeah, but…” I trailed off helplessly.

Kylie said, “Will it help you if I let you see me naked?”

“What?” I asked after a few seconds.

Kylie started undressing before my startled eyes. She tossed her shirt aside, pulled off her shorts and then removed her bra and panties as was now standing naked in my bedroom. She looked really, really hot. Her breasts were just starting to grow and she didn’t have any hair between her legs yet. I knew girls grew some, though, from pics I’d seen before. All I could see with Kylie was a small slit. If I hadn’t already been rock-hard, this would have done it.

“See? No big deal.”

“Right,” I said, clearing my throat.

“So?”

“I’ve just never been naked in front of a girl before,” I managed to say.

“Oh, it’s no big deal.” Kylie marched over and before I could stop her, she quickly grabbed hold of the blanket and yanked it off me, leaving my naked body exposed.

I squawked and covered my penis with my hands. “Hey!”

“Oh, no, no,” Kylie said, sitting on my legs and grabbing at my hands. “Come on, let me see it!”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“If you let me see your dick, I’ll let you stick it in my pussy.”

I blinked. “What?”

This distraction caused my hands to relax just enough for Kylie to pull them apart, exposing my very hard, still hairless, penis.

“There, see? That’s not so bad.” She looked down at it. “Pretty nice, too.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling myself blush.

Kylie took my penis in her hand and started stroking it, moving almost exactly like how I did when I masturbated. “Real nice.”

“Ah… thank you…” I whispered, the pleasure flooding through my body.

“You’re really still a virgin?”

“Yeah…” I was afraid to move, not knowing what she had planned, but desperately hoping.

Kylie scooted forward a little bit. She lifted herself up and I felt the tip of my erection brush against something. Then she lowered herself down and I watched, eyes wide, as Kylie’s hairless twelve-year-old vagina slid slowly down around my hard twelve-year-old virgin penis.

“There,” she said in a quiet tone as she settled herself down over me. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Oh, god…” I could barely think. My mind was totally overwhelmed.

“What do you think?” Kylie asked, raising herself up a little and then lowering back down.

“It’s incredible,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was actually getting laid! I could feel the warm, wet, wonderful textured tightness of Kylie’s vagina caressing my young penis as she moved up and down on me. It was the most wonderful thing I’d ever experienced.

“God, I needed this,” Kylie whispered. “I haven’t been laid since Ross and Brian moved away…”

“Glad I could help…” I mumbled, lost in pleasure.

Kylie began grinding her pelvis against me and I started almost instinctively thrusting up into her, savoring the sensation of her vagina around my penis. I knew sex would be wonderful, every boy knows that, but I had no idea how wonderful.

Just as I was starting to near my orgasm, Kylie stopped moving and looked down at me, a fine sheen of sweat on her naked body.

“You wanna try being on top for a bit?”

“Uh… ok, sure.”

Kylie got off me, a little bit of cold hitting my penis as it left her warm vagina. She laid down on my bed next to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and spread her legs wide. “Get between my legs and see if you can get it in.”

“Ok.”

I got on top of Kylie, looking down at her vagina. I saw what looked like a small opening and pushed myself against it, feeling a surge of pleasure and victory as my penis was almost sucked back into her slit. I lowered myself down onto Kylie’s naked body, feeling her breasts against my chest.

“Good,” she whispered. “Very good…” I felt her hands settle on my bare butt. “Now start moving, but be careful not to slip out.”

“Alright,” I whispered in return and started fucking slowly. It was really hard at first. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. But I just kept doing what felt good and it seemed to be working. I tried to keep myself as deep inside her as I could, making sure I wasn’t going to slip out.

“Wonderful, Vincent… you’re doing so good… it feels so good…” Kylie whispered, holding tight onto my ass as we fucked.

I had buried my face in Kylie’s shoulder and was quickly losing control of my body. I started making short, sharp, rabbit thrusts into her, plunging my young erection in and out and in and out of her liquid warmth. Then my whole body started shaking as the orgasm took hold, and my penis started pulsing inside her vagina, my sperm shooting into her waiting body.

My thrusts began to slow, and eventually stopped entirely. I continued to lay there on top of Kylie, breathing hard, my mind swimming with what I’d just done. My penis was still hard and still inside her vagina, and I never, ever wanted to take it out of her.

Kylie ran a hand through my hair. “You did really good.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little weakly.

“Let me sit up.”

Saddened at having to pull out of Kylie, I got off her, watching my penis slide out from inside her vagina. It was covered with a film of wetness, but otherwise didn’t look any different from how it did yesterday. I was kind of disappointed. It didn’t seem right that it should look the same after I just got laid.

“Is anyone else home?” Kylie asked, sitting up.

“No.”

“Where’s your bathroom?”

“Across the hall.”

“Ok. Be right back.” She got off my bed and walked out into the hall, still naked.

For my part I laid back on the bed, feeling very happy. I was only twelve and I’d just fucked my first girl! All my friends back in Seattle would be soooo jealous! I began idly masturbating while I remembered how fantastic her vagina had been.

“Ha. Typical boy,” Kylie said, walking back into the room. I started and almost covered up, but then I thought why bother?

“What do you mean?” I asked, continuing to masturbate while I looked at her body.

“You just got laid and already you’re horny again.”

“Yeah, well,” I mumbled, blushing a little. “Can we do it again?” I asked a little shyly.

Kylie laughed. “Typical boy!” she said again. “Not right now. Right now, we’re going to go for a bike ride.”

“Oh.” I was disappointed. “But we can do it again sometime, right?” I persisted.

“Of course.”

“Good.”

“Now get dressed,” Kylie said, putting her own clothes on.

Fifteen minutes later, after we’d each had a bowl of cereal, we were on our bikes, riding along the narrow street and talking to each other. It was weird. I’d just gotten laid. I’d lost my virginity to this cute girl. But we weren’t talking about sex or anything. We were just talking about… stuff. Our favorite music and video games, what kind of foods we liked, etcetera. It was nice and relaxing.

Soon we rounded a small hill and came across a little patch of trees around a small pond. Kylie slowed her bike and then stopped, getting off it. I followed suit.

“What’s this place?”

“A pond.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know THAT. Does it have a name or anything?”

“Not really. It’s just a nice place to swim.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kylie started undressing and once she was naked waded out into the water. “Come on, Vincent! It’s really nice in here!”

“Naked?” I asked, doubtfully.

Kylie gave me a look. “You just fucked me about an hour ago. What are you worried about?”

“Good point.” Still feeling a little shy I worked my way out of my clothes and, forcing myself not to cover my erection, joined Kylie in the water.

“This is cool,” I said, paddling around a little. “I’ve never gone skinny-dipping before.”

“Nice, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The two of us splashed around for a little bit. I don’t know how long, but it was fun. After a while, though, Kylie seemed to tire of it. She got out of the water and pulled out a small blanket that she laid down on the ground, spreading it out.

I got out of the water and joined her as she laid down. We both relaxed and laid there enjoying the sun on our naked bodies.

“This is nice,” I said.

“Yeah. You wanna fuck again?”

I blinked at how abrupt she was. “Uh… sure!”

“Cool.” She got up on all fours and said, “Let’s do it doggie-style.”

I got up on my knees, dimly aware how this was supposed to work. I moved in behind her and looked around, still not entirely sure what I was supposed to do.

Kylie reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. “See the spot?” she said, touching it with her finger.

“Ok.”
I moved close, the tip of my penis brushing against the hole. I pushed and felt myself slide into her vagina. It took some effort to steady myself, but soon I was thrusting slowly, enjoying the feelings not only around my penis but also of her body smacking against my hips as we fucked.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked.

“Oh, yes…”

“Good…”

I closed my eyes, feeling myself entirely at peace. I could hear the hum of insects, and the chirp of birds. The sun was shining on my naked body, my penis was in a happy place and I was very content. It was the most perfect moment in my entire life. Nebraska was boring as hell, but obviously it had some good points.

“This is really nice,” Kylie said quietly.

“Yeah…” I gasped.

“Are you gonna cum real quick?”

“Uh…” I stopped thrusting and simply held myself against her, penis as deep as I could get it. “Maybe. Why?”

“I want you on top again.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kylie moved forward and I slid out of her. She rolled onto her back and I got on top, this time not even needing to look as I pushed my penis back into her vagina. I began fucking her slowly again, looking into her eyes as I did so.

“You look… really beautiful…” I whispered.

“You, too.”

“I love doing this…”

Kylie grinned. “Of course you do. All boys do.”

“Yeah…” I smiled at her. “Can I kiss you?”

“Sure.”

I moved my mouth down, stopping with my thrusts as I kissed Kylie for the first time. It was very sweet and nice. Eventually I felt her mouth open and her tongue pushing against mine. So this was French kissing, I thought as I started screwing her again.

Soon enough I neared my orgasm. It wasn’t a big deal, really, when I came. I mean, it felt really great to cum inside a girl again, and it was very cool feeling my sperm shooting into her, but it wasn’t that important somehow. Just the act of having sex with her was more meaningful. Like it was the journey that mattered and not the destination.

When I was done cumming I pulled out and we laid next to each other holding hands. It was another wonderful, sweet moment in a whole day of wonderful, sweet moments. I couldn’t ever remember being happier than I was now.

“That was a lot of fun, Kylie,” I said to her, giving her a little kiss.

“Thanks,” she said, kissing me back. “I liked it to.”

“So… does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Kylie shook her head. “I don’t think so. I mean, I had sex with Ross and Brian all the time and I never thought of myself as their girlfriend. We’re just friends who have sex, you know?”

I nodded. “Ok. I can live with that.”

“I bet.”

“What does it feel like for you?”

“Having you inside me?”

“Yeah.”

Kylie looked thoughtful for a bit. “Well… it feels really nice, is all I can say, really. I mean, I like feeling a boy’s body on top of me. You know, just having our skin touching all over?” I nodded in response, having already noticed that myself. “But when your penis is inside me… I don’t know if I can describe it, but it feels wonderful having a boy in me like that.”

“Oh.”

“What’s it feel like for you, Vincent?” Kylie asked, turning onto her side to look at me.

“Very warm and wet and tight around my penis. Just… really great,” I said with a little grin. “I can’t imagine anything feeling better.”

“Huh… I wish I could turn into a boy and see what it’s like.”

“I wish I could turn into a girl to see what it’s like.”

In an ideal world, we would have both suddenly switched bodies. But we lived in reality, so nothing happened.

“You wanna fuck again?” Kylie asked me after a bit.

“Ok.”

Over the next couple hours Kylie and I had sex three times. That made five times total, I thought to myself as I rode my bike home with her. I wondered if I’d ever lose count. On the one hand, I hoped not because I desperately wanted to know how many times we were Doing It. On the other hand, I knew that if I lost count it would be because we’d Done It like a thousand times and THAT would be sweet!

When we got back to my place it was getting pretty late in the afternoon. I got off my bike and walked it up to the front door, Kylie trailing behind.

“I had a really good time today,” I said, feeling a little shy.

“Me, too.”

“You wanna meet up again tomorrow?” I asked, hopefully.

Kylie snorted. “What do you think?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Right.”

“Good,” I said, grinning.

Kylie gave me a very tender hug and a kiss on the cheek and then rode off. I walked into the garage, parked my bike and spent the rest of the day with a really stupid grin plastered across my happy young face.

* * *

Most of the rest of the week passed in kind of a happy, sexual blur for me. Every morning I’d wake up to Kylie knocking on the window, I’d let her in, we’d fuck in my bed, eat breakfast, fuck again, go to the pond, swim, fuck, eat something, fuck, ride our bikes for a little, fuck and then I’d go home. I quickly lost track of how many times we’d had sex, and was very pleased to do so.

And of course I made sure to send emails back to all my friends in Seattle, bragging about all the sex I was having. I don’t know if they really believed me or not, but that was ok.

One night my parents had let Kylie join us for dinner. They really liked her, which was nice. We’d even gone up to my bedroom after dinner. My parents made us keep the door open, but we still had a very quick fuck while they were watching TV.

Life was incredibly sweet for me right now!

Late one Sunday night I was sleeping and heard a faint tapping on my window. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was just before midnight. I opened the window. Kylie was standing there with a sad smile on her face.

I opened the window up. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

“I got into a fight with my dad. He was drinking again.”

“Oh.” I’d learned over the last few days that her father was a raging drunk. “I’m sorry.”

“He tried to hit me a couple times,” she said, starting to cry a little. “He missed, though and I ran away.”

“Good for you,” I said.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

I hesitated for only an instant. She was a friend of mine and I couldn’t turn her away. But she was a girl and I knew my parents would be pissed. But I couldn’t send her back to her dad.

“Sure, come on in.”

I opened the window the rest of the way and Kylie crept inside, landing on my bed. She put her arms around me and hugged me tight, crying a little. I put my arms around her and hugged back, not sure what I should do.

There was a faint sound of floorboards creaking and a knock at my door.

“Vincent?” my dad said. “Is there someone in there with you?”

“Hang on a second, Dad,” I said. I quickly got up and pulled on a pair of boxers. Opening the door I stepped out into the hall. “Hey, Dad.”

“Vincent. Is that Kylie I heard in there?”

“Uh… yeah.”

My dad sighed. “Vincent-” he began.

“Wait, Dad. It’s not what you think. Her Dad was drinking and he tried to hit her tonight.”

My dad’s voice turned to ice. “Oh, he did, did he?”

“Yeah. I’m her only friend here and she wants to stay here tonight.”

Dad considered this. “Alright. I’ll explain it to your mother. She can stay tonight, but you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

“What? Why?”

“Because she’s a girl and you’re a boy, Vincent.”

“Yeah, but we’re just friends, Dad. How about if she takes my bed and I sleep on the floor? I don’t think it would be good for her to be alone tonight.”

Much to my surprise, my dad seemed to buy it. He let out a faint sigh. “Alright, but you keep the door open, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Let me talk with her for a moment.”

“Alright.”

I stood aside and let my dad into the room. He walked over to the bed and put his hand on the back of Kylie’s head.

“You doing ok, Kylie?”

“Sort of. I’m sorry for just coming over here like this. Please don’t be mad at Vincent.”

“I’m not mad at anyone, Kylie,” my dad said in soothing tones. “Don’t worry. You can stay here tonight and you can sleep in Vincent’s bed. He’ll use his sleeping back and sleep on the floor.”

“Oh… ok.”

After hearing my dad mention my sleeping bag, I’d dug it out from the closet, wishing that I didn’t have Pokémon on it. I took a pillow from the bed and spread it all out onto the floor.

“Alright,” my dad said. “I’ll leave the door open. You kids get some sleep, ok?” he said in strong tones.

“Yes, Dad.”

“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight,” Kylie said.

“It’s not a problem, dear. You just get some rest.” Dad nodded at us both, shut the door most of the way and walked back to the bedroom he and Mom shared, the floorboards creaking as he walked.

“I’m really sorry, Vincent. I didn’t want you to get into trouble or anything.”

“I’m not in trouble. My dad’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah… I wish mine was…”

I reached up to hug her. I had no idea what to say.

“Vincent?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you come and lay up here with me for a bit?”

“But my dad said-”

“You can get back onto the bag before you go to sleep. But right now, I want to have you next to me for a bit, ok?”

“Ok.”

She sat up and started undressing. I took the cue and pulled off my boxers, carefully setting them next to my sleeping bag. Now naked as she was, I climbed into bed with her, feeling her body snuggle up against mine.

“I’m really glad I have you for a friend, Vincent.”

“I’m glad I have you, too,” I whispered, running my fingers through her hair as she let her head rest on my shoulder. Her heart was beating fast against me. I was scared my Dad might come back into the room, but I figured I’d hear the sounds of the floorboards creaking before he got here.

I wanted to just hold Kylie, to be a good friend to her and everything, but the sensation of her naked body rubbing against me as we laid there face-to-face was way too much stimulation and my penis got hard pretty much instantly.

Kylie wiggled against it and giggled softly. “That thing never gets tired, does it?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered back. “I can’t really control it.”

“It’s ok… you wanna Do It for a bit?”

“With my mom and dad just down the hall?”

“We can be quiet.” She got an odd look on her face that I could barely see in the light coming from the window. “I just need to feel you inside me for a while.”

“Ok.”

Kylie rolled onto her back. I got on top of her and slowly guided my penis into her vagina. I’d become very good at that during the last few days. It was very easy to get good at something you really liked doing.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Oh, I needed you so much, Vincent…”

“I’m glad I could be here for you,” I whispered back.

We fucked in silence after that. I wasn’t trying to cum, really. I just wanted to make her and me both feel really good, so I was fucking her as slowly as I could get away with. That also kept it quieter. I really didn’t want to think about what might happen if my parents caught me having sex with Kylie.

“Oh, yes… oh, that feels so nice…” Kylie whispered.

“Cool…” I said softly, giving her a little kiss, pumping her slowly and tenderly.

“Oh… oh… that’s so… ooooh… oooooh…” Suddenly she held me very, very tight and clenched her teeth, trying not to make any noise. I felt her vagina grab hard and fast at my penis as her whole body trembled and shook under me.

I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but whatever it was, it was enough to push me over the edge. I closed my eyes and let the orgasm wash over me, my sperm blasting up into Kylie’s vagina. As the pleasure subsided I thought I’d heard a noise out in the hall, but as I kept myself perfectly still and quiet, I couldn’t hear it again.

Rattled a little I pulled out of Kylie and whispered, “I should get back to my sleeping bag.”

“Ok,” she replied quietly, a little out of breath.

Once I was back down there and had put on my boxers I whispered to her, “What happened? You know, when I was fucking you?”

“Oh… I had an orgasm…” She smiled a little tiredly. “I never had one before when I was being fucked by a boy.”

“Cool,” I said, happy and confused at the same time. Happy cause I’d done something the vaunted Ross and Brian hadn’t, but confused cause I hadn’t known girls even had orgasms.

“Vincent?” Kylie’s tired, sleepy voice came down to me.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I love you, too.”

Kylie’s hand came down from the bed. I took it in my hand and held her until I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next morning was very busy. We got up late, and went downstairs to have breakfast with my parents. After we were done eating, Mom took Kylie out for a ride. She said she wanted to talk with her and figure out what to do about her father.

As for my father, he said to me, after Kylie and Mom had left, “Vincent? Come into the living room. We need to talk.”

My heart sank. The sound I’d heard last night hadn’t been my imagination. “Ok, Dad,” I said, hoping that I was wrong.

Once we were in the living room, Dad sat me down on the couch and sat himself in his favorite chair.

“Vincent… we need to discuss something.”

“Ok.”

Dad took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Have you and Kylie been having sex?”

A thousand lies approached my mouth, but all were doused before they were uttered. Sighing a little I said in a quiet voice, “Yes…”

Dad sucked in another deep breath and nodded. “I see. How long has this been happening?”

“Uh… for like the last few days.”

“So basically from the first day you met her?”

“Yeah.”

Dad looked up at the ceiling. “I feel the need to be precise here. When I say ’sex’ I mean have you been putting your penis into her vagina?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. I thought that was what I was hearing last night, but I wasn’t sure.”

I hung my head. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to be sorry, not really. Sex is very normal. I lost my virginity back when I was not too much older than you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you and Mom didn’t meet until you were in college.”

My dad laughed long and loud. “Oh, son… believe it or not, I had sex with women before your mother.”

I was mildly ill at the thought of even my mom and dad having sex with each other, much less with anyone else. “Ew,” was what I managed to say.
Dad simply chuckled.

“So you’re not mad at me?”

Dad sobered up. “I’m mad at you for having sex with her last night, I’m mad at you for having sex period, but, well, it is a normal sort of thing.” He shrugged. “I just wish you’d waited until later. At least until you were an age with the word ‘teen’ at the end of it.”

“Sorry.”

“Was it your idea to start having sex?”

I shook my head. “No, it was hers. She’d had sex with the boys who had lived here before.”

“Oh. Is she the only girl you’ve done it with?”

“Yeah.” I took a deep breath of my own. “And I’m really sorry about doing it with her last night. But she seemed really sad and she said she wanted me to snuggle with her and make her feel better and then she asked if I would have sex with her and then we did,” I said in a rush.

My dad nodded. “Well… at least you were doing the right thing by trying to help your friend through a tough time.” He looked at me sharply all of a sudden. “Have you been using protection?”

“What?” I asked, puzzled.

“Protection,” he repeated. “So that she doesn’t get pregnant?”

“Pregnant?” I asked in shock.

“Yes. That’s what usually happens when people have sex.”

I was stunned. “I never even thought about it. You mean Kylie might be pregnant?” I started to panic a little.

“Calm down, calm down. She’s probably not. She’s probably not even had her first period yet. But it is possible.”

“Oh, god,” I said, feeling a little sick.

“Not to be indelicate, but are you making sperm yet?”

“Yeah…”

“I see… well…” Dad sighed and stood up. “Wait here.” He left and came back a minute or two later. I spent the entire time worrying. “Here.” Dad tossed a small box onto my lap.

I opened it up to see a set of small, foil squares. “What are these?”

“Condoms. You know what they are?”

I picked up one of the squares and looked at it. “No?”

Dad sighed. “You unroll them onto your penis before… before you…” He took a deep breath. “Before you have sex with Kylie. It will keep your sperm from reaching her eggs and making her pregnant.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. After you’re… well, done… you pull out, take it off and toss it into the trash. Always use a new one each time.”

My mind was turning over. “So… it’s ok for me to have sex with her as long as I use these?”

Dad sighed yet again. “I’m a realist, Vincent. I know that if I tell you not to have sex with her, you’ll sneak out of the house and find a way. It’s not really ok if you have sex with her, but I doubt you could stop if you wanted to. So if you DO have sex with her, PLEASE use some of these condoms, ok? If you need more, just let me know and I’ll buy them.”

“So if she stays over again, can we both sleep in my bed?”

Dad waved a hand. “One thing at a time, one thing at a time. We don’t even know what’s going to happen with her and her father today.”

“Oh, right.” I got depressed. “Dad? Kylie’s a really nice girl. Why would anyone want to hit her, especially her father?”

Dad shook his head. “I don’t know, son. Drink does strange things to a man. I understand her mother is dead, so he’s having to raise her by himself. I’m sure he’s very lonely and has god only knows what demons inside him. What he did was bad, but that doesn’t make him a bad man. Try not to judge him.”

“I’ll remember that, Dad.” These were the wisest words my father ever said to me and I did my best to remember them and live by them for the rest of my life. “If her Dad keeps drinking and trying to hit her, can she live with us?”

“One thing at a time, please, Vincent!”

“Sorry, sorry. I just really like her a lot, Dad.”

Dad sighed and came over to join me on the couch. He put an arm around my shoulders. “I know, Vincent. I know. We’ll see what we can do, ok?”

“Ok.” I thought for a moment. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for, you know, not yelling at me or anything.”

Dad laughed a little. “You know how my dad found out I was having sex?”

“How?”

“He walked in on me and my girlfriend having sex on the couch. Then he exploded. THAT was not a pretty sight, let me tell you. He calmed down a little, but, boy, did he scare Alicia. We never really saw each other again after that.” He gave me a hard look. “Believe me, I wanted to burst into there and tell you two to knock it off, but I knew that wouldn’t help anything.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh, hey, Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to tell Mom? You know… about me and Kylie?”

Dad laughed. “I think your mother probably already knows. She’s suspected for the last couple days. I actually had a bet with her and thanks to you, I have to go to see the ballet out in Omaha next month.”

“Oh, sorry.” I blushed.

The rest of the day was really, really tense for me. I was on pins and needles waiting for Mom to come back home and really hoping that she had Kylie with her. Those hopes were dashed when she finally showed up at around dinner time, looking very tired.

She walked in, gave my father a hug. He said, “We’re going to the ballet honey.” My mother snorted and walked over to me.

“You ok, Vincent?”

“Yeah, Mom. Where’s Kylie?”

“I took her home.”

“Oh.”

“I assume your father has already talked with you about certain… activities?”

“Huh?”

“Yes, I have,” my Dad put in.

“Alright. Then I won’t say anything more about it.”

“But Mom… why did you take Kylie home? I mean, after what her dad did?”

My mother sat down. “I talked with her father. I think he’s very truly sorry for what he did. I also made it clear to him that if he tries anything like that with her ever again, he’d regret it.”

“But why couldn’t she just stay here with us?”

“Kylie belongs with her family, Vincent.”

“But she’s my friend!”

My mom sighed. “I know you really care about her. You can still be friends with her, but she cannot stay here with us. That’s final.”

I knew that tone. There wasn’t any argument at this point. “Alright.”

“Good.” She held up a bag from the KFC out in town. “I brought us some dinner. Let’s all eat.”

Dinner was a little tense and, for me, kind of sad. I know that I would probably see Kylie tomorrow, but I was worried about her in the meantime. She was a really cool person and I really loved her and I worried that her dad might try to hit her again or something. In the end there wasn’t really anything for me to do. I just had to suck it up and deal with it.

I slept very fitfully that night. I was still concerned about Kylie and I kept hoping she’d come to knock on my window. Every time I heard even the faintest sound from outside, I thought it might be her coming to be with me.

No such luck. Eventually I drifted off to full sleep, not waking until morning.

* * *

The next day I was a big ball of worry. Kylie didn’t come by all day and didn’t call or anything. I was scared something might have happened to her. I kept bugging Mom and Dad to let me go visit her, but no dice. I just barely managed to get to sleep that night.

But the next morning, at just after nine, my heart leapt with joy as I woke up to the sound of a gentle tapping at my bedroom window. I pulled it open to reveal Kylie’s smiling face.

“Hey, Vincent.”

“Kylie!” I said, unbelievably relieved. I leaned through the window to hug her.

“Careful there,” she said. “You don’t want to fall out. Let me come in.”

“Sure!” I moved back so that Kylie could get in. Once she was inside she sat on my bed with me and we kissed for a few moments.

“Thanks for letting me stay here the other night,” she said.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t send you away, you know.”

“I know. But still.”

“Yeah. Where were you last night?”

“My dad took me out to Omaha. We went and had dinner and saw a movie. He felt really bad about the other night. He said he’s going to join AA.”

“That’s good. I felt really bad about him… you know… trying to hit you.”

Kylie nodded. “You’re not the only one.”

We sat there just looking at each other for a bit. Slowly I said, “Sooo… you wanna have sex?”

“Maybe in a bit. Can we just snuggle for a while, though?”

“Sure.” I pulled back my blanket for Kylie as she started getting undressed. Once she was naked she got in bed with me. We laid there facing each other and hugging. I gave her a kiss.

“You mom knew we were having sex,” Kylie said as one of her hands drifted down my back to rest right above my ass.

“Yeah, my dad thought we were, too.”

“What did he say to you about it?”

I gently caressed one of Kylie’s breasts and said, “He told me that he didn’t like it, he thought we should have waited and that we shouldn’t be doing it. He also gave me a little lecture about not getting you pregnant.”

Kylie nodded. “Your mom kind of said the same stuff. She wanted to know if I’d started my periods yet, but I haven’t so she said we were probably ok but that we should be careful in the future.”

A horrible thought occurred to me. “Did she tell your dad?”

“No, she didn’t.”
“Thank god,” I said, relaxing.

Kylie squeezed my butt and giggled. “What did your dad say about… you know… pregnancy?”

“He gave me some condoms. He said that if I need any more to ask him.”

“Condoms? Do you still have them?”

“Yeah.” I rolled over and reached down under the bed, pulling out the small box. I took out a foil-packed condom and handed it to Kylie, laying on my back next to her.

She turned it over in her hands. “So what do you do with it?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“Well, put it on so we can have sex.”

That was the best motivation I’d ever heard of! I tore open the packet, revealing a small, round bit of something rubbery. It was rolled up, and as I unrolled it a little, it was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do with it.

“I think it goes on my penis,” I said.

Kylie nodded. “Well, put it on.”

I held the condom against my penis and slowly rolled it down until it was completely on me. It felt weird, and there was another problem.

“I don’t think it’s going to stay on.” It was way too loose for me. Either it was too big or my penis was too small. I preferred to think it was the condom that was the problem.

“Well, let’s try it anyhow.”

“Ok.” I got between Kylie’s legs, holding the condom onto my penis with my hand. I lined up and penetrated her easily. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it did without the condom, but it still felt better than masturbating.

Once I pulled my hand off the small tube of latex and tried to move, however, there was an immediate problem. My penis slid right out of the condom, leaving it still inside Kylie’s vagina.

“Shit,” I said. “It came off.”

“Try it again.”

I took the condom out of Kylie and put it back onto me. Once it was as secure as it was likely to get, I pushed back inside her. But as soon as I started fucking, I slid right out of it again.

“This isn’t working,” I said in annoyance.

“Just leave it off, then.”

I looked at Kylie. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Your mom said that since I haven’t started my periods yet, I probably can’t get pregnant.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” I said without any real effort to convince her otherwise.

“I’m sure.”

“Ok.” I held my penis against her vagina and then slid up inside, pleased at how much better it felt without the condom. “Oh, that’s so much better,” I whispered to her.

“Yeah…”

It was another unhurried session of sex. We were both heading towards orgasms and we knew it, but it wasn’t that important. What was important was just being together. Being friends. Being lovers. Me inside her, her under me.

Kylie and I made love all day. We had sex mostly in my bedroom, but we also tried it once in the shower and once in the living room, giggling at how naughty we were being by fucking on the couch. Each time we had sex, I made sure to open a condom up and throw it in the trash. I figured that way if my dad checked, he’d think we were using them.

In retrospect we should have found a way to do so. Three months after Kylie and I started having sex, she noticed that she seemed to be getting a little fat and had started throwing up in the morning. When I told my mom about this she went into instant panic mode. We got Kylie away from her house and took her to a doctor in Omaha where he confirmed she was pregnant. We found out the day of my thirteenth birthday. When my dad found out and asked me about the condoms he’d been buying, I explained to him the problem we’d had. He rolled his eyes and that was when I learned that condoms came in different sizes. Ooops.

Kylie’s dad went berserk when he heard she was pregnant and at first we all thought he was going to start drinking again. Instead he sat down with my dad and mom and they all talked. It was finally decided that until she gave birth (we’d decided against abortion), Kylie would stay with us, sleeping in my room with me. It was nice sleeping with her every night. It was like we were married. We even still had sex fairly often, right up until about a month before she was supposed to have the baby.

Eight months after the testing, one week before her own thirteenth birthday, Kylie gave birth to our son. It wasn’t an easy birth. The doctor had to perform a c-section and because of that, Kylie wouldn’t be able to get pregnant ever again.

A week after she gave birth, Kylie moved back to her dad’s house with our baby. I made sure to go over and visit as much as I could. Her father was kind of a jerk to me at first, but eventually he calmed down and we all started to get along ok.

Kylie and I both still managed to stay in school despite the problems and all the jokes from our classmates. Some of the other kid’s parents raised a fuss, but there wasn’t much they could do. It WAS kind of weird when, for a while, Kylie, myself and our son were all going to the same school (he started kindergarten in our senior year and there was only one school in the area for everyone), but we dealt with it ok.

After graduation, Kylie and I got married. We moved into our own house in Omaha and we’ve been living there ever since. It’s been ten years now since we first had sex. We still do it as often as we can. We still love each other and our son.

Life might throw you a few surprises as you go down the road. I hadn’t expected to get laid at twelve or to be a father at thirteen. The best you can do is just stay the course and hope things turn out alright. I have a son I love and I wife I love. Turns out Nebraska wasn’t so boring after all.

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Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Aren’t skater boys just about the sexiest things on the planet? I think so.

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