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Occupied
by
Jason Crow

Gazing through the window at the world outside, I think of what happened yesterday. I was adjusting my bra straps when Nataly pulled me under the bleachers in the gym at school and looked me deep in my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I couldn’t speak. I simply melted in her eyes.

Her face moved closer to mine. Closer and closer. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, and I don’t think I was breathing at that moment. There was only her face, slowly inching closer. And then her lips touched mine. They were so soft, but firm at the same time, and the moisture of her lip gloss somehow reminded me that I needed to buy some, too. Electricity shot through my body, but I couldn’t help myself anymore and returned the kiss.

I pressed my lips against Nataly’s, and the moment I did this, she opened her mouth. A heartbeat later, her tongue sneaked out, pressed against my lips as if she asked for an invitation to enter my mouth. She didn’t need one. When her tongue touched my lips, I opened them and pressed my tongue against hers.

This was my very first French kiss. And it was with a girl! But it was so freakin hot, sexy, naughty, marvelous, and exciting at the same time, that I didn’t mind at all in that moment where time seemed to have stopped.

I couldn’t deny that I had a slight crush on her. But as one of the more popular girls at school, I wasn’t supposed to be kissing another girl. But I liked it!

When our lips parted and I opened my eyes, I looked into the deep green eyes of the first person I ever kissed. She looked at me with a mix of excitement and expectation, and it seemed she was sizing me up.

A few moments after the kiss, I straightened my long, curly blonde hair and looked at her. By now, Nataly had a massive grin on her face and shrugged. “Sorry. But you are so fucking hot,” she whispered, “I just had to kiss you to know what it was like.”

“I… it’s…” I stammered, “Thanks. I guess…”

A part of me wanted to shout at her for tricking me into this kiss. But another part of me wanted to kiss her again. It must’ve shown on my face, because her grin disappeared when she saw me looking seriously at her.

“Don’t worry,” Nataly said, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I’m not sure yet,” I replied after a second of overthinking it, “Let’s keep it between us for now.”

“That’s cool,” Nataly said and walked past me.

As she walked by, she gave my ass a light slap. “Later, Hottie.”

After I was sure she was gone, I headed toward my usual spot on the bleachers to do some homework and gossip with my friends. My head was still in a fog, trying to make sense of what I just did.

“Hey, Addie! Are you cold, or just glad to see me?” Cindy asked, causing Brenda and Olivia to chuckle.

“Fuck you!” I said with a smile, trying hard to return to reality.

I didn’t have to check to see if my nipples were visible through my shirt. My B-cup boobs were still tingling from Nataly’s kiss, and my nipples were so stiff, I could cut glass with them. And with my thin, lacy bra, they probably were trying to poke through the fabric of my shirt. All four of us had been in this situation before – every girl has. But it didn’t mean we wouldn’t make fun of each other when it happened. This time it landed on me.

I decided to change the subject. “How’s he doing?” I asked, looking at the boys playing on the gym floor.

“Mason? Not too bad,” Olivia said without taking her eyes from the court, “Pretty good, actually!”

Currently, my little brother Mason, who was about to turn thirteen next month, was trying out for a spot on the 7th Grade basketball team. He liked sports and wanted to be on the team badly. So, why not support him, right?

“Let’s go, Mace!” I shouted when he had to sprint against one of the older guys, almost beating him.

My brother Mason and I got along fine most of the time. Sure, we had our usual brother- sister disagreements, but we respected each other. It helped that he wasn’t the usual pesky little brother some of my friends had. As an unspoken agreement, he gave me my space, and I gave him his, which worked perfectly for us.

It also helped that we were pretty close in age. Mason was about to turn thirteen in four weeks, and I was now a little over fourteen. When we were younger, this meant we always had a playmate around.

“Your brother is getting pretty hot, you know?” Cindy said.

I looked up from my book, seeing that they started playing a practice game. Shirts against skins, and I’d missed the moment when half of them took off their shirts. Damn! Still, didn’t mean I couldn’t look now. Mason was on the ‘skins’ team. Even though I’d never admit it to my friends, he did look hot with his sweaty upper body, showing off his developing muscles. All those push-ups and sit-ups were doing him good! I’d seen him shirtless before, obviously, but it never really registered how good he looked.

I made a disgusted face and shook my head.

“Aw, come on! He is!” Brenda added.

“Yeah. All those sports are really working for him.. I mean… check out his tight ass! I’d take his cherry in a heartbeat…” Cindy said with a straight face, but started giggling with us the moment we started.

Of the four of us, Cindy was the only one who already had sex. Allegedly. She didn’t say who fucked her, because she promised him not to tell. It was a big deal she hadn’t told us yet, because she usually wasn’t very good at keeping secrets. Unlike my friends, I believed her, though.

There was this rumor going around that her older brother was the one who fucked her, but I found it hard to believe a brother would fuck his sister. I never asked her, though.

As I contemplated this, I let my eyes roam over my brother’s body, and I had to admit he was the hottest guy on the court. When he stood straight and absentmindedly adjusted his junk, the bulge in his pants looked mighty intriguing to me…

I shook my head to clear those thoughts and forced myself back to my homework, leaving it to my friends to drool over the boys on the court.

The whistle blew, and suddenly I was aware someone was in front of me. There was a shadow on my History book and the smell of a guy near me. A sweaty guy, actually. I looked up.

“Hey, Addie,” Mason said. “Can you take my books home when you leave?”

I was seriously stunned. Kinda flustered, actually. It was my brother, but for a second, I didn’t even recognize him. His blond hair was slicker than usual from the sweat, and he’d obviously only combed it with his fingers. Up close, I could see how sweaty he was. The sweat made him kind of shiny, and I could actually see some muscles starting to show. Especially his slight pecs and developing abs. I didn’t notice that stuff when we were at home.

“Huh?” I had to ask.

“My books,” he said and pointed to his “stack” of homework on the bleachers: his Algebra book and one green folder. “I’m heading out with Zeke right after try-outs. I took my bike today and we’re riding the trails. I’ll be home… sometime.”

“Alright.”  One book. The kid was going to fail English and History.

Thanks,’ he said, and it seriously looked like he was about to kiss me on the head or cheek. Totally normal at home, but he noticed the girls behind me and didn’t. Instead, he flashed this huge smile at all of us and ran back out to the court.

He did have a cute butt. I’ll give him that, too, especially in those shorts.

* * *

After I got home, I did my chores. Mom and Dad were at the hardware store that had been in our family for four generations. With them at work, my brother Mason and I had to do some of the work to keep our house clean. We didn’t mind too much. It gave us freedom, and we didn’t know any different.

We lived in a small town where everyone knew each other, and automatically went to the local stores for their business. We weren’t rich, not by a long shot, but we were far from poor. We lived in a nice, decent-sized home. A big living room, an extensive porch, lots of space outside, a small office, and three big bedrooms upstairs.

But Dad’s real pride was our bathroom. He remodeled it a few years ago, and it seriously looks like something out of one of those fancy houses you see on TV. Since he runs the hardware store, he got all the stuff cheap, and he and his buddy Frank did the work themselves. We used to have four bedrooms, but they cut one in half to make this huge bathroom and a closet for Mom.

Our bathroom’s kinda over the top. But in a good way. There’s this giant two-person tub, double sinks so Mason and I don’t fight, and a shower with one of those rain heads that feels like you’re in a hotel. Even the toilet’s got its own room, which makes the rest of the place look super clean and fancy, almost like one of those minimal-design magazines Dad’s into.

After I finished chores and put the vacuum away, I was sweaty and gross. Shower time! But when I got upstairs, I figured I might as well take a bath instead. It had been like forever, and since Mason was out mountain biking with Zeke, I knew I had the bathroom all to myself. A total win. I started filling the tub, ran to my room to change, and then, since no one was home, I just walked over without bothering to put anything on. It felt kinda funny, like I was breaking some rule.

I pushed against the door to close it without thinking. None of us ever locks it, so I didn’t even really think about it. I rushed to the tub and turned off the faucet just in time. The door was still cracked, but it didn’t matter since nobody was home anyway. Sliding into the hot bubbles felt terrific, and the flowery spring scent filled the air. I put my AirPods in, making sure the buds wouldn’t get wet. The small towel behind my head made sure of that, besides providing me comfort. My phone was on the small shelf, along with the shampoo and bath foam.

The sound of Taylor Swift’s voice filled my ears, and I felt myself starting to relax. I closed my eyes and thought back to Nataly’s kiss. I really, really liked how her lips felt on mine. How her breasts felt against my sensitive nipples, despite the fabric of our bras and shirts covering them.

My hand drifted away between my legs, where I started petting my puffy lips. I wasn’t fingering myself. Yet.

The warm water was relaxing, and images of Nataly’s face inching closer to mine filled my head. My fingers started toying with my pubes as the feeling of her moist lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine. I remembered the sweet smell of lavender coming from her black hair and the cherry flavor on her lips.

And when her boobs touched mine… my finger sneaked toward my clit as I remembered Nataly’s boobs. We were changing in the locker room, where she was changing two lockers away from me. She looked me straight in my eyes when she lowered her bra. Her boobs were about the same as mine and looked fucking hot on her. I couldn’t stare at them, but the quick glance I took back then was now alive in my head. My finger started making small circles, which made my belly muscles tighten.

My hands move toward her B-cup tits, and I touch them. Her dime-sized dark nipples are perfect on her, and I feel the hardness of one of them against my palm.

My own hand was touching my left boob and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Now, I’m squeezing Nataly’s boob, savoring the soft skin under my fingers. Our tongue action increases as I keep kneading her tit.

The small circles of my finger were getting bigger now, and I heard a soft moan escaped my lips.

With my hand still firmly on Nataly’s tit, her hand starts moving down to mine. But she isn’t stopping. Slowly, but steadily, her hand moves down to the top of my shorts. Without even the slightest hesitation, her hand slips inside. A second later, her fingers find my slit, and she starts massaging my clit. Our tongues are wrestling, and our hands are exploring.

My hand leaves her tit and moves down toward her shorts. I have to know if she’s as wet as I am. I slide my hand inside her shorts and miss the waistband of her panties. But the dampness I feel already answers my question. I move my hand back up and slip my fingers inside her panties, when I realize she pulls down my shorts and panties and starts toying with my pubes.

Almost simultaneously, our fingers enter each other. Two loud groans acknowledge this fact. My middle finger slides inside her without any noticeable friction. She’s even wetter than I am! Her fingers rub over my G-spot, causing me to moan again.

I have to taste her! I want to know what she’s like. How she tastes. How she smells. How she… As my finger leaves her, a disappointed moan comes from her throat, and she starts to finger me, as if to say that that’s what I should do instead of leaving her magnificent pussy.

I open my mouth to lick her juices from my fingers. The smell is intoxicating and makes me even hornier than I already am. When my tongue finally touches my finger, and my lips close around it. The sweet, musky, and salty taste of her tickles my taste buds.

The water in the tub began to slosh around because of my movement.

In my head, Nataly’s palm is rubbing my clit, while her finger moves in and out of me.

My finger began to move faster, and…

And then I stopped. A thought entered my head. Was I fingering myself, thinking about a girl?

I couldn’t be gay! People would expect me to have a boyfriend anytime soon. And since she was the first person who kissed me, I might be confused about it? I mean… I liked how the boys on the basketball court looked shirtless, right? I mean, Devon looked good. Sam looked good, and Tommy’s pecs looked awesome, right? Okay… the one I liked best was my little brother, which was a bit weird, but still…

By now, my index finger was just lightly pressing my clit and making tiny circles as images of my shirtless brother and the memories of Nataly’s breasts and lips filled my head. Mostly, I saw my shirtless brother and tried to imagine what his junk looked like. It was mildly disturbing to think that I was either gay or a pervert.

And that’s when my heart almost stopped. The bathroom door opened! Thankfully, the door swung toward the tub where I was sitting. I couldn’t see who came in. But this also meant that the person coming in couldn’t see me, either. I slid down, making sure my boobs were covered by the foam, and I was ready to say that I was in here and that he or she had to leave. I also tapped my earbud, so Taylor shut up and I could hear my surroundings again.

The moment I opened my mouth to talk, I froze. Mason gave the door a swing with his foot, closing it nonchalantly behind him, while he walked toward the shower stall. He was covered in mud from head to ankle, except for where his shoes and cycling shorts had been. Had been… past tense…

I looked at his naked backside, where his white but tight ass stood out like a full moon against the dark sky compared to his muddy legs and arms.

I couldn’t move or speak, looking at my brother’s cute butt. “Hey, I’m in here!” was still stuck inside my throat.

Then I noticed he was groaning and limping, and I could see his right shoulder was red, scratched, and looked bruised, judging by the swelling. Maybe one of his legs was, too, but I couldn’t see anything under the mud.

As he opened the shower stall and got inside, I quickly considered my options. My brother hadn’t noticed me yet. Maybe I could see his penis before he saw me. I had seen it before, but we were four and five back then, still bathing together and not interested in those bits yet. It was like the little kid from the Schwarzenegger movie: “Boys have a penis. Girls have a vagina.” Nothing more, nothing less. But now…

I was very curious about what my little brother was packing. Judging by the way he adjusted his junk during practice, there was definitely something interesting there.

I figured I had two options. The first was that I could yell at him to get out and leave me alone. I’d startle him, he’d turn around, would quickly hide the good bits, and apologize for being in here. But during this time, I would probably get a glimpse of what was between his legs. The plus side was that he wouldn’t see any of my private parts.

The other option was to act as if I didn’t hear him come in, pretend I was listening to my music, and observe him from the corner of my eye for as long as I could. I could act as shocked as he would be when he noticed me. There was just a tiny risk that I had to get out in front of him, but this was highly unlikely. There was a higher chance that the foam would be gone by the time he got close to me, in order to leave the bathroom. Then he would see my boobs and maybe more. But somehow, this didn’t disturb me as much as it might have.

I quickly decided that option two was the best. I lay my head back on the folded towel and pretended to close my eyes. They were down to slits, but open enough to observe his every move. I moved my head on an imaginary beat and checked out his naked backside.

Even with all the mud on him, I could clearly make out his muscle definition and couldn’t deny that my little brother looked hot! Period.

And the undeniable interest I had in seeing his penis, combined with how much I enjoyed looking at his body, pushed all the feelings I had for Nataly to the background. I wasn’t a lesbian! Bi, maybe. But not gay.

As Mason turned on the rain shower, I could hear him grunt, and he grabbed his right shoulder. Next, he got under the water and sighed in relief. I could see the water cascading down over his body, making him look even more muscular. The mud started to wash off, and after he dragged the fingers of his left hand through his blond hair to get rid of the dirt there, he turned around…

And I saw it.

He was looking up at the shower head, but his eyes were closed to shield them from the water. I checked this right before I got a good look at my brother’s penis. It had grown significantly since I last saw it. It was about four, four-and-a-half inches, and a lot thicker than I remembered.

There were a couple of strands of blonde pubes above it, and they were easier to make out, now that they were wet.

My right hand was still on my pussy, and my finger on my clit. My finger started moving again. A little shudder went through my lower body the moment I looked at my brother’s twelve-year-old dick. Drinking in the sight, combined with a tiny movement on my clit caused another shot of electricity in my pussy.

He shook the water from his hair, and as he did this, his dick swung from left to right. I never realized that a soft penis was this flexible. I only saw drawings of one in health class, or stiff cocks in porn. Therefore, it never really dawned on me that dicks were flexible.

Part of me wanted to grab my phone and take a picture, but I quickly decided it wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught.

After he opened his mouth to let the water in, only to spit it out moments later, he grabbed his dick with his right hand. The dickhead peeked out of his fist, and I could hear him groan again. With his left hand, he grabbed his right shoulder and grumbled, “Ahh! Fuck me!”

It was clear he had hurt his shoulder badly. I noticed that there were also scratches and a big bruise on his right hip, but I hadn’t paid any attention to it, because there were much more interesting things in that area to look at.

What he did next almost made me open my eyes. His left hand left his shoulder and took hold of his dick. But he didn’t just hold it this time. Instead, he started toying with it a little, and a moment later, I noticed that it started growing. After it had grown a little bit more, his hand stopped toying, and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Oh wow… Was he?

My answer came a second later when his fist slowly started moving up and down on his rapidly hardening dick. My little brother was jerking off! And his dick had grown, too. It was difficult to properly judge its size, but it had grown at least one, one-and-a-half inches. I simply couldn’t take my half-closed eyes off it.

Seeing my naked little brother holding his dick like this sent yet another shiver through my body. Slowly and as quietly as possible, I lifted myself a bit out of the water. I didn’t know why, but when he opened his eyes, I wanted him to see my boobs.

A quick glance down my chest revealed that the better half of my boobs was showing. My hard, pink nipples couldn’t be missed against the white bath foam. Good.

I was considering my next option when Mason suddenly squeaked, “What the fuck, Addie!?”

Now it was time to summon my inner actor. I sat up straight and made sure to look confused. I quickly took one of the earbuds out and looked at Mason. He was hiding his junk with both hands. He had that deer-in-the-headlights look, but his eyes were definitely on my chest.

“Jeez, Mace!! What the fuck are you doing in here!? I’m taking a bath!” I cried in mock horror, but made no attempt to cover my boobs.

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t know you were in here…” he stammered while looking at my chest instead of my eyes.

He looked like he was in some serious pain. And when I wrapped my arm around my chest to finally hide my breasts, he snapped out of his initial shock. His right hand left his groin and hung at his side. His left hand still covered everything, except for some of his pubes. But if you didn’t know they were there, you wouldn’t notice. I did.

For a couple of seconds, it was like a showdown. Neither of us did anything, waiting for the other to make the first move. That’s when Mason groaned again, looking uncomfortable.

He grimaced again, so I asked, “You okay, dude?”

“I fell. Hard. It started raining real hard, and I slipped during a downhill part. Wiped out! Zeke helped me get home, but… it hurts.”

“Ouch! Sounds bad…”

“Yeah… I know it’s just a bruise and it’ll be better in a day or two, but still…” Mason said, and he slightly loosened the grip on his penis and balls. I figured that the hardness he had before probably went away by then.

I still couldn’t see anything worthwhile, he made sure of that, but the hint of what was there was getting more interesting by the minute.

I took out my other earbud and laid both of them next to my phone. I was still covering myself, but I knew I wasn’t doing that good a job. And I didn’t want to, either. Mason looked to be very interested in my breasts, like any boy would be. And he didn’t seem to be bothered that I was his sister. Maybe, if I played it right, he’d show me his penis again. And I wanted to see that penis again!

“Yeah, I saw it get dark on my way home, and heard the rain when I was cleaning,” I told him like a sister. “Why’d you go if it was going to rain?”

“’Cause it’s fun, even in the rain,” said my brother like a typical boy. “I figured I’d get muddy, but this… when my bike slid sideways and…”

“And your helmet?” I asked.

Mason shrugged. “Somewhere.”  I wondered if he’d even worn one.

We were silent. Looking at each other. The falling water the only sound.

“So…” I started, “how do we do this?”

“Dunno… I need my shower. I’m covered in mud, and I really need to wash my hair. Aren’t you done yet?”

“No. I also need to wash my hair, still. But now you’re in there…” I said, nodded toward the stall, and kept quiet for Mason to come up with a solution.

“What if… what if you turn around so I can finish?” Mason proposed after a few moments.

“That could work. But… how do you know I won’t take a peek?” I said with a sly smile.  

“Why… why would you do that?” he asked, trying to sound confused, but failed miserably at it.

“Why did you look at my boobs?”

This made him blush. The red color spread across his face and upper chest, “I… I didn’t… well… I did. But I’m sorry, Addison. It’s just that…” he stammered. I could barely contain a chuckle.

Mason hardly ever used my full name, so this meant he was serious. “I get it, Mace,” I said in a soft voice, trying to put him a bit at ease.

“You do?”

I nodded. “Of course I do! You’re curious about girls. And… I don’t mind, really.”

And with that, I moved my arm down and showed my brother my boobs. Since I did it deliberately this time, the tension in the air was thick, and my stomach felt funny. This wasn’t like the butterflies I felt with Nataly. This was more like a mix of excitement and nervousness that extended all the way to deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, wow,” Mason said softly, and he loosened his grip on his dick even more.

“I’m curious, too, you know?” I said with my eyes on his crotch, making it clear what I meant.

Mason looked down as if to check what I was looking at. Then, after a soft, “Oh…” he blushed again.

“But.. I’m…” he stammered, “I’ve got a… You know…”

Really? Did my brother bone up over my tits? That funny feeling in my stomach was replaced by excitement and joy. Now I really wanted to see my brother’s dick!

I steadied myself and forced myself to smile at him. “That’s okay. I don’t mind… But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I could see the internal struggle in his eyes, and realized I shouldn’t push him. He wouldn’t tell Mom or Dad. No, that wasn’t the case. But it was clear he wasn’t as ready as I was to show off his body. His whole body.

“I’ll turn around so you can do your thing,” I said in the silence that followed, smiled warmly, and turned my back toward him.

“Thanks, Addie. I’m not… It’s just that…” his voice trailed off and sounded apologetic.

But when he grunted again, probably his shoulder again, an idea popped up.

“Sounds like you’re in pain, bro,” I said to the bathtub wall.

“It’ll pass,” he said and immediately moaned again.

“I can help you, you know?” I said carefully.

Silence.

“I mean… it’s no big deal… I’m already in here, and I still need to wash my hair. I might as well help you out by washing your back and stuff, and do my thing while I’m in there,” I said, still facing the wall. “…And so you don’t have to do it with that bad shoulder of yours. It’s just bathing, you know…”

After another short silence, I added, “And I promise I won’t look…”

I expected Mason to decline the offer. But after about five more seconds of silence, he softly said, “Okay.”

A simple “okay,” barely noticeable above the sound of the water, was all it took. I knew I was about to show my younger brother my naked body, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother me one bit. If someone told me this morning that I’d be naked in front of my equally naked brother, I’d declare him mentally ill. But now…

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Mason had turned his back towards me. I lifted myself from the tub and stepped on the bath mat. If Mason would look back over his shoulder now, he’d see me in all my naked glory. My pussy tingled again at that idea. Was I an exhibitionist, maybe? This day just kept getting stranger and stranger…

Without thinking too much about it, I quickly took the five steps to the shower stall, got in, and stood behind my brother. I admired his broad shoulders, the muscles on his back and neck, and his tight, round ass. They looked marvelous, especially this close, even half-muddy, as they were.

I laid my hand on his shoulders and stepped a bit closer. My hard nipples brushed against his back, which felt electric to the touch. The feeling of his warm skin under my fingers and the muscles as he moved only added to the sensation of being naked in the shower with my little brother.

“Should I wash your hair first?” I asked softly, and my lips brushed against his ear.

He shivered, and I saw goosebumps appear on his neck. But when he nodded, took the shampoo, and handed it to me, I knew the game was on. I’d see my brother’s hard cock within the next couple of minutes.

I squirted some shampoo on my hand, returned the bottle, and started soaping up Mason’s blonde hair. My fingers rubbed through his hair and over his skin. There was still some sand and dirt in it, but with my hands doing their thing, this all quickly disappeared.

I could see his shoulders relaxing as I washed his hair. Good, he was getting used to having me touch him.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and took the handheld shower head.

He tilted his head back, and I started rinsing the soap from his hair. I quickly glanced down over his shoulder. But, disappointingly, the angle wasn’t good enough for me to see anything.

“There! All good. Now, let’s do your back,” I said and reached for the body wash. Mason could have given it to me, but since he didn’t move, I took the initiative here.

Again, I squirted the soap into my palms, placed my hands near his neck, and worked my way down and out. I was careful with his right shoulder, which looked even worse up close.

“This bruise looks pretty bad, now that I’m close,” I told him as I carefully rubbed out some ground-in dirt from his scrape. “I’m not a fortune teller, but I’d say a trip to the doctor is in your near future.”

“Damn…” he sighed, and dropped his head.

“But relax. I’ll take care of you.”

I absolutely loved the feeling of my brother’s soft skin under my fingers. I made sure to make it feel like a light massage to him. Partly because I wanted him to enjoy it, and partly because I wanted to feel his muscles and as much detail of his body.

From all the roughhousing we’d done when we were younger, I knew he was a bit ticklish at his sides. So when I washed there, right below his ribs, I learned this hadn’t changed.

When I reached the bottom of his back, I didn’t even hesitate. My hands cupped the two fine-looking globes of his ass and massaged them under the pretense of washing him.

I heard a soft “Oh…” but other than that, Mason didn’t react.

I thought that touching the skin on his shoulder and back was nice. But I was wrong. His ass felt ten times better! Soft, yet firm, and the curves of his cheeks fitted perfectly in my hands.

I probably lingered too long there, but Mason didn’t say or do anything. So right before the point it started to really get awkward, I squatted and started washing his right leg.

I was careful near his hip, muttering about putting some Bactine on his scrapes when we were finished, but other than that, I made sure my soapy hands rubbed firmly over his upper leg and calf. If he were a bodybuilder, I’d say he never skipped leg day. This realization brought a smile to my face.

This is where the mud was really caked on, and I had to actually scrub. I looked for a washcloth, but he hadn’t brought one in. After I was done exploring his right leg, I moved to his other leg and placed my hands on his left ankle. As my hands moved up, I started thinking about a way to make him turn around. I wanted to just spin him. I wanted to simply order him to ‘Turn.’ I needed to see him. But I didn’t want to force him. No. I needed it to be on his own initiative. But how?

My hands were approaching his ass again, and I still didn’t know what to do next. By now, my brother had spread his legs a little, and when I looked between them, right below his ass, I saw his balls hanging there. His freaking balls! My brother’s balls… Oh boy…

Without thinking, my fingers moved between his legs, and I made sure to steer clear of his anus. I wasn’t ready for that, yet. And I assumed he wasn’t either. And then, I touched his sack lightly. I moved my fingers a little, and I could feel both his balls in there. Mason flinched a little and tentatively asked, “Addie?”

“We need to clean there, too. Don’t we?”

Without asking for permission, I kept my index and middle finger on his sack. I couldn’t feel everything correctly, but the softness and the idea of touching my brother’s sack were enough for me.

With my fingers still between his legs, I stood up straight, took the body wash again, and clipped off the lid with my thumb. My hand left Mason’s balls and trailed over his ass and back toward his neck. I knew what to do now.

With another big glob of body wash on my hand, I rubbed my hands together to soap them up and stepped forward. I pressed my body against Mason’s back. He sucked in a breath when my breasts pressed against his back and my hands snaked over his sides toward his chest.

“What to do about your front?” I whispered into his ear.

My hands were roaming over his collarbones and pecs. I felt his hard nipples under my palms and realized he must’ve been as turned on as I was, since his heart was beating rapidly, and his breathing was shallow.

I could hear him swallowing above the sound of the water, and he said, “It’s… ca – can you…” and after clearing his throat, “I don’t know…”

He was clearly not sure about all this. But neither was I. I had my hands on my naked twelve-year-old brother’s body, and I wanted to see and feel his hard dick. But then what? Would I let him fuck me?

My friends and I talked about having sex all the time. I wanted to do it. But it was always somewhere in the future, and I had no idea who the mystery man I would be doing it with would be. I’d also considered a couple of boys in my fantasies. But here I was, naked in the shower with an actual naked boy. I was anxious to lose my virginity. But to lose it to my little brother?

No. I’d definitely let him touch my boobs and pussy if he wanted. I had already made up my mind about that. But fuck? Well… he was a boy. And he had a very sexy body and an endlessly fascinating dick… so… Would I let him fuck me? Would he even be willing? All boys wanted to fuck, right? But would he fuck his big sister?

Through this whirlwind of thoughts, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. My left hand was all over Mason’s pecs, and my right hand was on his abs, enjoying the feeling of his starting, but noticeable, six-pack. Now that my right hand was already down on his stomach, I had a goal. I wanted – no! I needed to feel his hard cock. It was almost a physical necessity! This feeling was so overwhelming.

My hand snaked further down, where I lingered on that magnificent spot between his belly button and the top of his pubes. To me, this was the sexiest part of any boy’s body. It felt soft and muscular at the same time, and since Mason didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, it was flat and tight.

But I couldn’t stop here! There was still enough soap on my hand to pretend I was washing his body. But when my fingers touched his sparse, blonde pubes, I knew I was only fooling myself. I took a deep breath and moved my fingers further down. And that’s when I felt it…

The base of my little brother’s hard cock was warm to the touch and had a steeper upward angle than I expected.

“This needs to be cleaned, too,” I whispered into his ear again.

Mason didn’t respond, other than another shiver when my lips touched his earlobe.

My index and middle finger trailed over the length of his shaft, all the way over his cut dickhead as I created a mental image of it. I was like a blind man trying to visualize what I couldn’t see.

But when I reached the tip and moved my fingers back down the underside of his cockhead, I wrapped my fist firmly around it.

Oh wow! A real-life, rock-hard cock in my fist! It was both hard and soft to the touch and nice and thick. The fact that it was my little brother’s was more of a turn-on than I liked to admit.

“Ohh, Addie…” Mason moaned.

“Shh… let your big sister help you…”

My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before, and I was already on the verge of coming. But this wasn’t important now. Only my brother’s cock was.

My hand moved down over the shaft, back toward his body. When I touched his pubes, I moved back up again. My soapy hand was slick, and all of the senses in my hand were on high alert, so I felt every vein, curve, and bump as I moved.

But there was more. My left hand came into play and cupped his sack. I knew it was a boy’s most sensitive spot, so I made sure to be gentle. 

Here I was… I was giving my brother a reach-around while cupping his balls. Another tingle of electricity shot through my pussy when the realization hit that I was jacking off my little brother. And my hand kept sliding over his dick. Up and down. Up and down. I was now openly jacking him off and no longer pretending to be washing him.

Mason’s left hand reached behind him and met my thigh, edging toward my ass, holding me to him. Yes! Keep going! I wished silently, but he was being bravely cautious. I think he tried with his right hand, too, but that arm must be going stiff, even under the warm water.

After about five more up and down moves, Mason lay his head back on my shoulder. I glanced at his face, and I could see that his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. Two more strokes later, Mason’s eyes flew open.

“Ohh, Addie… ohh!!!” he groaned, and I could feel his body tense, that left hand grabbing tight.

His dick fattened in my fist, and a heartbeat later, I felt it twitch violently. His balls pulled up, and at the underside of his cock, I felt movement. Was he cumming already? But… I wasn’t done yet!

“Aahhhfuuccckkk…” he groaned and exhaled deeply at the same time.

I made my brother cum! I’m not sure how many spurts shot out of him. I could feel his sperm traveling through his shaft.

And then, without even touching myself, I also came. My knees came together, and my muscles clenched as the ripple widened. It wasn’t as intense as when I fingered myself, but it was an orgasm nevertheless, and it kept on lingering as if it wasn’t done yet.

I knew Mason would be sensitive after cumming, so I only held his stiff shaft in my fist, not wanting to let go of it yet.

“I’m sorry, Addie,” Mason said with his head still on my shoulder, “It’s just… your tits… and your hand… It felt so good!”

“It’s okay. I wanted you to cum, I just wish I’d have seen it,” I said softly.

Mason lifted his head and looked at me. I could see the surprise in his eyes.

“Why?”

“You look fucking hot, Mace! And after I touched your ass, I wanted to feel your dick. And then, when I felt it, I wanted to… You know…”

“Well… I liked it!” he said, smiling his sexy, sly smile. And after I squeezed his dick again, he said, “I was wondering how I could spank it with my sore shoulder…”

“And?”

“You just said I should let my big sister help me…” and his sly smile got even slyer.

“No good with your left hand?” I asked, kidding.

“I… um…” he stammered, trying to come up with a good response.

“Don’t worry,” I gave in. “We all have our favorites.” 

I squeezed his cock again as he laughed. I couldn’t resist. He was still rock-hard. Weren’t boys supposed to get soft after an orgasm? I loved my brother’s cock and I loved jacking it! But when my hand started moving again, the water began to get colder. The telltale sign that we should turn off the water or freeze. I guess I’d used a lot of hot water in the tub, but that was cold now, too. Probably.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said.

“Good idea,” Mason said and lifted his head.

I reluctantly let go of Mason’s dick and balls and turned off the water. I was closest to the door and stepped out. I took a towel and threw it over my shoulders.

“One second, and I’ll dry you off,” I said to Mason, who still had his back to me.

I dried myself in record time. I knew my hair would look like shit later on, but I’d fix that problem when I needed to. All the time, my eyes were fixed on my brother’s backside. Fuck! He looked so fine standing there. But there was still one more thing I needed to see…

I took another towel from the closet and said, “Come here. Let’s get you dry, too.”

Mason turned around. He was covering himself again with his left hand, which started to get a bit annoying by now. But the look on his face when he checked out my naked body made up for it, big time!

This took me back to what Nataly had said this morning. She had called me hot – no, a hottie! And now Mason was looking at me as if he had found some hidden treasure. It made me feel sexy.

I knew I wasn’t bad-looking. Everyone knows this about themselves. But this confirmation by my little brother was a confidence boost, nevertheless. My breasts were firm, and my carefully trimmed pubes made my pussy look more mature. Judging by the look on Mason’s face, he liked what he saw. I watched him take me all in, then zeroing in on my pussy, but his eyes darting up to make sure my breasts hadn’t disappeared.

“Get over here,” I said, ignoring his probing eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Addie,” he softly said as he stepped toward me.

I didn’t expect that one. Usually, Mason wasn’t that outspoken. But this sounded sincere and heartfelt. I looked him in his eyes, and there was this moment between us. I couldn’t explain it, and I might be mistaken here, but we connected on a spiritual level.

“Thanks…”

I wasn’t sure how to reply to this. But just a simple “thanks”? I felt stupid when I said it, but I couldn’t take it back now.

Instead of dwelling on it, I started drying Mason’s hair. When I was done and his face wasn’t covered with the towel anymore, I looked him in the eyes. He must’ve sensed it, because he tore his eyes from my chest and looked back at me.

I smiled at him and looked down. As I started to carefully dry his shoulders, I forced myself to blush and said, “I, uhm… I think you look mighty fine yourself. But… will you show me that dick of yours? I mean… it’s only fair, right? And I wanna see what it looks like.”

“But… I’m still…”

“Hard. I know. But that’s exactly what I want to see, Doofus!” I looked him in the eye. “Hey, I jacked you off. I deserve to see your hard cock!”

“Oh…”

Just like that, he moved his hand out of the way. I looked down, and there it was… my brother’s hard, cut dick. My estimate from just stroking him was pretty accurate. I guessed it to be around five inches long and reasonably thick.

“It’s pretty big, Mace,” I said while drinking in the sight of his throbbing cock.

“Really? I’m not that big, I mean… Zeke is…”

“If a girl tells you that your dick is big, you just accept it, dude!” I interrupted him and forced myself to look him in the eyes.

But when he smiled back and nodded, my eyes were back on the prize. I continued drying him, and as I moved down, I squatted in front of him again. But this time, my eyes were at the same level as my brother’s erection. I soaked in every detail, and something inside clicked. This feeling was so noticeable and intense that I could almost touch it.

I wanted to feel this cock inside me.

This feeling was clear as day, and it didn’t even bother me that I wanted to be fucked by my little brother’s hard dick.

“It’s… your dick looks awesome, dude…” I almost whispered.

“Uhm… thanks? I guess?”

And with that, I gave his dickhead a sloppy wet kiss. I didn’t think about it. It sort of happened automatically.

“Aw, fuck! Oh, Addie!” Mason replied almost instantly.

He instinctively pushed his hips forward, and the tip of his dick slipped between my lips. Oh wow! The feeling of his spongy dickhead between my lips… I wanted more. It wasn’t my intention, but now that the opportunity presented itself, I opened my mouth to let him in.

My lips wrapped themselves right behind his dickhead around my brother’s stiff shaft. And the moment the tip of his dick touched my tongue, I could taste the sweet and salty leftover sperm or fresh precum. It didn’t matter what it was. I was hooked!

I licked all over his glans, in an attempt to taste more. But there wasn’t any left. Maybe some precum could satisfy me? My right hand took the base of his dick to keep it straight, so I could move down further.

“Ohhh…” was all that came from Mason’s mouth.

I wasn’t doing what I saw in porn when they gave a blowjob. I had him in my mouth and used my tongue to taste him the best I could. That was all.

But this was already more than enough stimulation for me. And when Mason started moving his hips slightly back and forth, basically fucking my face, I had another one of those superficial orgasms I had earlier.

I was still sensitive as hell after this orgasm-light, and just had to move it up a notch. With a smack, I pulled my face off my brother’s cock and took another good look at his rigid tube of flesh. I stroked it, no, I caressed it with my right hand, and then looked up at him.

His expression was one of pure bliss, and when he realized I had stopped, he looked down at me. My heart was almost beating out of my chest when I asked him as sweetly as I could, “Will you please fuck me?”

The look on his face barely changed. I’d expected him to be surprised. Scared, maybe. But all he did was nod and look hornily at me. I was so glad he reacted this way that I got to my feet and gave him a tight hug.

“I really want this, Mace…” I whispered, wanting to make sure I wasn’t joking or crazy.

My tits were pressed against his chest, and his stiff boner was caught between our bodies. The moment his hands were around me, they landed on my ass. Even his right hand. Apparently, the prospect of having sex does something to a boy. I smiled inwardly at that and broke the hug.

I took his left hand and guided him into the hallway and to his room. It was the room closest to the bathroom, and to me it was as good as any. As long as it had a bed.

I gave his room a quick look over and noticed things hadn’t changed much over the years. The posters had changed from Paw Patrol and Lightning McQueen to Spider-Man and Linkin Park, but other than that, his room was still the same as when I last played in here.

The room was still messy, and it occurred to me that every time Mom nagged about him needing to clean his room, she must’ve been right. There were a few worn boxers in a corner, clothes were virtually everywhere, and his bed was a mess. The bed I would be losing my virginity on.

Mason tried straightening his sheets, but when he realized that it would take more than a few moments, he just tossed them on the floor.

“So… how do we…” Mason started.

“Lie down. You can’t be on top with your shoulder,” I said, not willing to waste time. I needed him inside me. Now, before I could change my mind.

“Oh… yeah… right…” he said softly and lay down on his back.

His cock was proudly sticking up from his groin, and he looked so fucking sexy lying there in all his naked glory. His eyes were roaming all over my body, and right then and there, I knew I had made the right decision and wouldn’t be a virgin for much longer.

I also climbed on his bed, straddling his waist, and said, “Besides… I want to be in control. It’s my first time, you know… So, this works better, I think.”

“Okay…” Mason said timidly, “It’s mine too…” and he looked like a little nervous boy again.

“We’ll lose it to each other then,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. I was nervous as hell myself, but also damn excited!

I took his dick by its base and pointed it upward. I moved my body so my vagina was right above my brother’s dickhead. The moment we made contact, I sucked in a sharp breath. That small orgasm again!

“You okay?” Mason asked worriedly.

“Oh, yeah… it’s… hmmmm…”

And with that, I pushed down and felt his twelve-year-old dickhead slide slowly into my fourteen-year-old vagina. I locked eyes with my brother, and the look of wonder in them matched my own feelings of amazement.

“Oh, fuck, Addie! We’re really doing it!”

Mason placed his hands on my hips, with his eyes locked on mine instead of my tits. I could only nod and let myself sink further down, as more and more of my little brother’s cock slid into me.

The moment I couldn’t go down any further, I looked down at our merged genitals. Another surge of pleasure shot through me when I saw only our pubes, the base of Mason’s cock, and nothing else.

“Ohhh…” was all I managed to say.

I was filled up inside beyond anything I had ever felt before. Even my dildo wasn’t this big. When Mason’s left hand started playing with my boob, I snapped out of it. I needed to fuck. I needed to cum. He needed to cum inside of me. We needed to fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

So, I moved up and down. Up and down, and up and down, impaling myself on my brother’s cock. My brother. My little brother was fucking me! I was fucking my little brother!

I saw Mason had his mouth open, and he was matching my heavy breathing and soft moans. He was in the zone, just like me. It was probably a good thing he came already a couple minutes before, because I planned to keep this going until I came. Really came! Not that light stuff, but a good, mind-shattering orgasm. And it wasn’t too far away anymore.

And, oh boy… this was going to be a great one! The build-up to it was already approaching the point of no return!

Every time he almost slipped out of me, I slid back down. And with each thrust, I did it firmer. And practically every time, the tip of his dick pressed against my cervix. Loud sounds of body-on-body slaps filled my brother’s bedroom.

The feeling of his cock inside me was so overwhelming by now that I heard myself moan and make incoherent sounds. I was so into it that it took me a few times to realize Mason was meeting me halfway by lifting his ass off the mattress.

I just had to move a little to feel him even deeper inside me. So, I moved forward and placed my hands on his pecs. His left hand immediately cupped my tit and started massaging it. His right hand stayed on my hip and started stroking my thigh.

This position wasn’t helping with the depth of his thrusts. And when I looked at him, I saw discomfort on his face. Was I pressing too hard on him and hurting his shoulder? I wasn’t sure, but sat back up straight nevertheless. When my brother thrust back in again, the pressure against my cervix returned. And I fucking loved that!

By now, our fucking increased in both speed and force, and when our eyes met again, I knew this was it.

I felt Mason’s cock fatten, and the snowball my orgasm had become started rolling down the mountain. The moment the first spurt of my brother’s incestuous sperm started coating my insides, I came. Hard!

My pussy contracted so sharply that it felt as if I squeezed his dick off. But Mason had one more ace up his sleeve for me. He pistoned out and in one more time, which gave my pussy just enough room to fully contract, and it gave me the best orgasm of my life up until then.

“Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!” I heard myself moan loudly. It was a good thing we were alone, because I couldn’t keep my voice down, even if I wanted to.

With a firm, final push, Mason slammed into me and shot the rest of his cum into me. My fingers dug into his pecs, and both his hands were pulling me by my hips onto his crotch. It all happened somewhere in the distance. My cum was so intense and overwhelming that Mason had to fill in the blanks for me afterwards.

I collapsed onto my brother, panting heavily. With my sweaty body now on his chest, I could feel both our hearts beating rapidly. Some of my brother’s cum started seeping out of me and onto his balls. It wasn’t much, but I could feel its slow dribble, and it was barely there. This was just something that I experienced intensely, and I blamed it on my very first fuck.

My first fuck! I was no longer a virgin! Neither was Mason, for that matter! And I… Was having sex always this awesome?

I thought of my friend Cindy, the one who may or may not have had sex with her brother. If she did, I couldn’t blame her now, could I? Fucking my brother was great!

Thinking of Cindy made me remember Nataly, though. Well, I thought to myself, I knew for sure I wasn’t a lesbian, now. But… I might still want to kiss her again. And feel her breasts on mine. Naked bodies are fun. Maybe we needed to do a sleepover.

Mason started caressing my back, and I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. He kissed the top of my head. I felt that and smiled. I turned my head and looked up at him, at the boy who’d taken my virginity. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry I pressed on your shoulder,” I said, and kissed his chest up to his shoulder and neck. “Are you okay?”

“I could barely feel it,” he told me with a huge grin, though I suspect his lie was related to how much he loved cumming inside me.

I held his face and kissed him on his lips. But he was still hard… and I felt his cock spring inside me when I kissed him.

At first, the movement of my pelvis was barely noticeable. But when Mason started moving again, too, we couldn’t deny we were fucking again. This second time lasted longer, but wasn’t as intense as the first time. I didn’t mind, though. We both came again. Well… I came three times, Mason ‘just’ once.

When we were done, I rolled off my brother and lay next to him. The emptiness his cock left needed to be filled again soon. But not now. Now we needed to recover from fucking. My brother and I fucked! We didn’t make love. No, we fucked! He looked at me with a massive grin and looked exactly how I felt. Again. And I knew then and there that this wasn’t going to be our last fuck.

That’s when I started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Mason asked and placed his hand on me, and gently rubbed my belly.

“I forgot to wash my hair…”

We both burst into laughter in our post-orgasmic silliness.

The end.

Copyright 2025 – Jason Crow
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Joyeux Anniversaire

October 13, 2008

Joyeux Anniversaire
By
Alex Hawk

Today is my birthday! As of 4:03am today, September 23, 1961, I am officially thirteen!

Currently I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom in our family’s apartment in Paris. I’m naked and eyeing my adolescent body with a critical eye. I’m fairly thin, with a vaguely androgynous face. My skin is pale, my hair is brown, my eyes are blue. Between my legs stands a very erect, almost hairless four inch penis. Still virgin, but that’s going to change later tonight, which is why I’m looking at myself now. I want to make sure I’m presentable.

There’s a knock at the door. “Antoine?”

“Come in, Jean,” I say.

My fifteen-year-old brother walks… well, swaggers… into the room. Like me, he is naked. Like me, his penis is hard. Unlike me, he isn’t still a virgin.

A cigarette dangles from his mouth. He takes a look at me in the mirror, and reaches a hand down, encircling it around my young penis. He’s the only person other than me who has ever touched it.

Stroking my penis slowly, my brother says, “Are you ready to put this thing to good use tonight?”

“Yeah…”

He turns me around and hugs me close, then kisses me on the mouth. I hug and kiss him back. I love my brother so much. I could never deny him anything, even my body.

I move one of my hands down to wrap around his penis as he keeps stroking mine. “After tonight… can we still do… this?” I ask, a little nervously.

“Mais oui,” he says. “I will never give you up, Antoine.” Then he drops down to his knees and slips his mouth around my penis, moving his head back and forth. I moan faintly and place my hands on the back of his head, losing myself in the pleasure.

As my brother sucks on me, I feel one of his hands, which had been cupping my butt, move slowly down and to the center. I spread my legs a little as Jean begins to work a finger gently up into me.

“Turn around,” he says, after a couple more moments, standing up as he does.

Knowing what’s next, and eagerly anticipating it, I turn around and take hold of the foot of my bed, bending over slightly. My brother moves around behind me, and I hear him opening the jar of Vaseline. A few seconds later, I feel him pressing up against me, and I start to moan again as his penis slides slowly, deeply into my ass.

“Always so tight in you, little brother,” whispers Jean as he leans forward and kisses me on the back of the neck. Then he straightens up and starts to move in and out of me in an anxious rhythm.

I moan again and start to masturbate as my brother fucks me. For the last six months we’ve been having sex with each other, ever since he first taught me how to play with myself. It’s a wonderful experience and part of why I love him so much.

Only about three minutes later, my brother grunts and pushes deep inside me. He holds himself steady as I feel his penis start to pulse inside me, shooting his sperm up into my ass. At about the same time, I start to cum, a small amount of my sperm spattering onto the floor, as the incredible bliss of orgasm washing through my young body.

“You came, right?” my brother ask as he slides his penis out from inside me.

“Yeah,” I say. I stand up, a little shaky, feeling my brother’s sperm sliding down my leg.

“Bien.” He kisses me. “Go get cleaned up. We have to leave for school soon.”

“Ok.”

I duck into the shower and got cleaned. Moments later I am sitting at the table, eating some breakfast with my mother, father and Jean. He trades a knowing smile with me as my father thumbs through today’s issue of “Le Monde”.

“Joyeux anniversaire, mon fis,” my mother says, kissing me on the head.

“Merci, maman” I say with a smile.

“Oh, is that today? I knew something important was happening today, but I thought it was just the day the gas man was supposed to read our meter,” my father says, looking at me over his glasses, a playful look in his eyes.

“Oui, papa,” Jean says. “I would think you would hardly forget the day this accursed creature came into our lives.”

“It is overshadowed by the horror of your birth,” my father informs him. Jean sticks his tongue out in response.

The light banter continues for a little while as we eat. Once we are done, my brother and I grab our satchels and head to the school. It’s only a short ten minute walk. Along the way, my friend Marcel Malle joins us He is a few months older than me, and like I plan to, he lost his virginity on his thirteenth birthday.

“Happy birthday,” he says to me, handing me a small parcel.

“Oh, thank you.” I pause to unwrap it. Inside is a book, “The Stranger”, by Albert Camus. “Oh, thank you indeed! I haven’t read this before.”

“Good, then you’ll get a couple new experiences today,” he says with a grin. Looking at Jean he says, “You’re still taking him to Marie tonight, oui?”

“But of course. I can’t have my little brother be teenage virgin for more than twenty-four hours.”

“Good.”

I take a moment to hug my friend and we walk the rest of the way to school, where I know I’m going to spend the next several hours distracted, horny and annoyed that I was still stuck at school when I’d rather be-

“Monsieur Truffaut!”

I look up guiltily. It’s the middle of day now, and my teacher is glaring at me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Perhaps you would care to stop looking out the window and instead explain to me why Charlemagne’s empire could not be sustained?”

A pained look on my face, I stand and try to stammer my way through an answer, but from the sour look on my teacher’s face, I know I’m doomed.

“Your answer is not acceptable. You will write a paper on the subject and hand it to me by next week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marcel gives me a knowing look from across the classroom. He’s aware that I certainly won’t be getting around to working on this project for another night or two. I grin back and do my best to pay attention through the rest of my classes.

After school, Jean leaves to go be with some of his friends and Marcel and I walk together to a nearby café. We sit there for a while talking, drinking coffee, smoking and looking at some of the girls walking past.

“So you looking forward to tonight?” Marcel asks, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Of course. Anything special I should know?”

He shrugs. “You’ll probably cum really quick. Marie will probably let you have a second time. Maybe a third, if she likes you. Those times will be better.”

“Did she like you enough?” I ask with a smile.

He grins. “We did it three times, yeah.”

“Manifique.”

“Yes, it was.”

We chat a little longer before we walk to my family’s flat. Jean is already there. My mother kisses me and Jean, Marcel and myself retire to my bedroom. I’m horny and distracted the entire time. Eventually we have a nice dinner before Jean announces he’s taking me to the cinema to see a special screening of “Les enfants terrible”, as a birthday present.

We do actually go to the cinema, and I enjoy the film, though not as much as I thought I might. After that, as the hour gets late, we head towards the small flat rented by Marie, the woman who would make me a man.

Jean knocks on the door and after a moment a woman answers. She has brown hair, a friendly smile and very little clothing.

“Bonjour, Jean,” she says, giving him a little kiss. “Bonjour, Marcel.” She gives him a kiss, too, then smiles at me. “And you must be Antoine.” She leans down and gives me a kiss, too. “Entrez-vous, s’il vous plait.”

The three of us walk into her small flat. It’s a little two-story flat with the parlor and kitchen on the ground floor and the bedroom and WC on the top floor. It has an odd smell that I can’t quite place, but I like the flat despite myself.

She ushers us into her kitchen and sits us down at the table where she serves us each a small glass of wine. I drink mine quickly, feeling nervous and embarrassed for reasons I can’t quite pin down. I’m only barely aware of Jean handing Marie a thousand francs; the price of my innocence.

“Well, now,” Marie says, making the money disappear. She smiles at me. “Are you ready to become a man, mon ami?”

Silently I nod.

She smiles again and says, “Let us go. You boys behave.”

“We will,” chorus my brother and Marcel.

Marie takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs, Jean and Marcel both clapping and cheering me on. I smile a little smile at them and follow her up the staircase into a narrow hallway and then into a small bedroom.

“It’s nice of your brother to do this for you,” Marie says as she ducks behind a small screen.

“Yes, he’s a good person,” I say, feeling extremely nervous.

After a few seconds, Marie comes out from behind the screen. She’s naked. My heart leaps into my throat as my already hard penis throbs. I’ve never seen a woman nude in real life before. My eyes are drawn to the dark delta of hair between her legs. She’s beautiful.

Walking towards me, she places her hands on my shoulders and kisses me on the forehead. “Just relax and enjoy yourself, oui?”

“Oui.”

She begins to unbutton my shirt and then pulls it off my body. She runs her hands down my bare chest for a few seconds, and then down to my pants. She unbuttons those and reaches inside them, then inside my underwear, and runs a finger along the length of my hard, young penis. Then slowly, she lowers my pants and underwear down, leaving me naked and trembling.

“You look very nice, Antoine. A lovely little man.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling myself blush.

Stroking my penis gently, she says, “Come to the bed.”

“Alright.”

I follow her to the bed and lay down next to her. Marie smiles as she lays down, spreads her legs a little and says, “It will go in easier if you are on top of me.”

“Oh. Right.” Swallowing hard and having visions of my brother and Marcel coming in and yanking me off of her, I get on top of Marie, holding my body above hers, my heart racing in anticipation.

Marie reaches between our nude bodies and takes hold of me. Her other hand moves onto my butt and I feel her push me down. With a suddenness that surprises me, I feel my barely thirteen-year-old virgin penis glide smoothly and easily into Marie’s thirty-six-year-old vagina. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m all the way inside her. My virginity is gone forever, lost at the cost of a thousand francs.

Marie brushes a little hair out of my face as I settle down on top of her. “There. Now you’re a man.”

“Yeah!” I gasp and give about two thrusts of my hips before I close my eyes and grunt, the pleasure overwhelming me as my penis begins to spurt inside Marie, sending my adolescent sperm into her vagina. I feel exhilaration, but a bit of shame; I’d lasted even less my first time than Marcel had on his first time.
Gasping and shuddering, I laid on top of Marie, trying to get my brain to work again. I am aware of her whispering, “Good, you did good,” into my ear.

Finally my brain is working again, and I manage to say, “I’m sorry I didn’t last long…”

I feel Marie’s body moving under me as she laughs. It’s a nice feeling. “You did fine for your first time. You’ll do better your second time.” She hugs me tight, and I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. My penis, which had never really softened while still inside her vagina, gives a little jump.

Smiling, Marie says, “It feels like you’re ready to go again. This is why I like boys your age.”

I grin in silent response.

“Start moving it in and out,” she instructs. “Don’t go too fast, or you might slip out.”

“Alright.”

I begin thrusting slowly, awkwardly, moving my hips back and forth and sliding my young penis in and out of Marie’s vagina. For the first time in my life I am fucking, instead of getting fucked. I like it!

“Yes, yes, Antoine,” Marie whispers. “Oh, that feels nice. You’re doing very well.”

I bury my head in her shoulder and keep fucking with short, rabbit-thrusts, losing myself in the bliss of intercourse. God, it isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced! I can see now why everyone is so obsessed with sex.

This second time I manage to last about three minutes before I finally start cumming inside her a second time. The orgasm is, if anything, even better than the first one, and I’d thought that was the height of my existence!

Once I’m done cumming, my penis slides out of Marie and I flip over, laying next to her and breathing hard.

“You did very well, Antoine,” she says, and kisses me.

“Thank you…” I gasp, still breathing hard.

Marie lights a cigarette and hands it to me before lighting up one of her own. I take a couple drags and hear a knock at the door.

“You done in there?” comes Jean’s voice.

“Oui, come on in and meet your new and improved little brother,” Marie says.

Jean and Marcel both walk in. Jean comes over to me and shakes my hand.

“Well done, little brother. Good to see you carry on the family tradition.”

“For another thousand francs, I’ll let you each have a turn,” Marie says, smiling at Jean and Marcel.

My brother and friend look at each other and huddle in the corner. After a moment they walk over. Jean places some money on the nightstand and says, “Here you go.”

Marie counts the money and then nods. “D’acord. Get undressed.”

Jean and Marcel get naked. I’ve seen Jean any number of times, but this is the first time I’ve seen Marcel nude and erect. He looks nice, but not as nice as Jean.
Marie lays back and spreads her legs as Jean gets on top. He presses his penis against her vagina and slides in slowly. I watch in fascination as they begin to fuck. It’s something I’ve never known I wanted to see before now.

Marcel comes over and steals a drag from my cigarette. As he smokes, I find myself staring at his hard penis. After a moment, unable to resist, I reach out and wrap my hand around it, giving it a couple slow strokes.

Marcel stares down at me in mild surprise. I look up at him and say, “Can I suck it?”

“Uhm. If you want to.”

I lean forward and lower my mouth around my friend’s penis, sucking it gently as I move my lips back and forth along the shaft. I’ve never done this with Marcel, though I have often wanted to.

My brother looks over from where he’s fucking Marie and says, “Oh, god, that’s incredible. Uh!” He closes his eyes and starts to twitch as he adds his sperm to mine inside Marie’s vagina.

As soon as he’s done cumming, he rolls off Marie and Marcel moves towards her, his penis withdrawing from my mouth and sliding into place inside her vagina. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but he apparently had other desires.

Once Marcel is done fucking Marie I get on top and take one last turn inside her, knowing that from here on out I’d do just about anything to feel the sensation of a warm, tight vagina around my adolescent penis. When I’m done I lay there on Marie’s bed, naked and smoking with her, my brother and my best friend, having had the happiest birthday any boy could ever hope for.

FIN

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Here you go kids, my latest story! Apologies for any errors with the French dialogue. I took the language in high school for three years and now remember… parts.

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Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 3

Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos

Costa

A game.  Stealing my clothes was a game to them.

I could beat them up, sure.  I don’t know how that would look — a fifteen-year-old hunk like me beating up two middle school kids.  Of course I know how that would look.  And then Mr. A would have me picked up by the cops after I ran away and they found me hiding naked in someone’s yard, looking for someone who actually hangs their clothes out on a line to dry, still.

I looked to Silke, expecting her to be upset or angry, too, but all I saw were her eyes.  Her risky danger eyes.  The eyes of the girl who now allows me to win any contest at school of “Where is the most public place you’ve ever had sex?”  She wouldn’t play the dare game at Lyla’s back in September because she didn’t know me very well, but now she’s fucked me in a pirate ship and given me a blowjob on her front porch.  She was excited by this.  She wanted me to play the game.

I took a breath.

“Rules?” I prompted.  “What do I have to do?” I asked Isaac.  It was no use talking to Emma; even though we’d both just made the other cum, she was still staring at my junk.

Isaac went to the open door and looked out and down.  “Dad is eating.  He just changed the TV from Netflix to Hulu.”

I hedged a little by the doorway and could see that, yes, Mr. Ackerman had settled down on the couch across from the TV, his warmed-up plate on the coffee table in front of him, and a beverage of unknown character in a tall glass.

“Okay.  This is ‘real people’ Don’t Wake Daddy,” Isaac told me.  “Your clothes are around the house.  You have to go from here to the kitchen and get me those Ding Dongs back from the ‘fridge without waking up my dad.”

It was like the game.  Of course.  Go from the bedroom to the refrigerator for a snack without making noise.  That was why his dad asked about why the place was so messy.  They’d set up noise traps.  And I’d said I could win a real game.  I’d said I was quiet and stealthy, like a cat.  Like een kat.

“And I suppose I have to go out there like this,” I realized, alluding to my nudity.

“Yup!” Emma assured me.  “That’s the fun part!  If you make noise and my dad wakes up, then you lose!”

“And he’ll see my ding-dong…” I said, making both Emma and Isaac laugh out loud.  That was actually probably good for the bedroom noise, avoiding any parental suspicion.  “But what do I win?” I asked.  There had to be a reward for all this shit.

“You get your pants back,” Isaac said.  “If you bring us the Ding Dongs.”

If I did and the kid didn’t fork over my pants, then I would beat him up.

We gave the dad a few minutes to finish eating.  Silke had taken out her phone and we were looking at the photos she’d taken since arriving back in August.  There were a lot that made me smile — from school, from going out with our friends, from Halloween, and from the play we were in.  And there were a couple that made me feel a little gooey inside, selfies of us holding each other on a nighttime date with really bright flash lighting, me kissing her cheek. 

I was going to miss her.

“Mia’s Halloween party was fun, wasn’t it?” Silke reminisced.  We’d gone as Sandy and Danny Zuko from Grease, borrowing costume pieces from the school.  Mia and Lyla helped do Silke’s hair.

“If you liked Halloween, you’re going to love Christmas!” Emma said.

“You guys doing something special this year?” I asked, expecting her to talk about her traditions or some special meal for Silke.

“We’re all going to California and Disneyland for a week!” Emma squeaked.

“Hey, that was supposed to be a surprise!” Isaac chastised his sister.

“Fffffudge.  Sorry,” Emma shrugged.

“It’s okay.  I will pretend to be surprised.  But at least now I know I will need to borrow some clothes from my friends Junie or Lyla.”  Silke looked at me and smiled a big toothy grin.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

“Is your dad asleep yet, then?  Or do I have to wait more?” I asked, frustrated.

Emma checked.  “He’s not snoring, but he’s out.  See how his head is?”

I looked out the door and his head was back a little and to the side.  If I was lucky, there was some gin in whatever was in that tall glass, too.  (That would not be unusual for him, Silke tells me.)

“Wait — what about Silke?  And what happens if I make noise, but he doesn’t wake up?”  I was stalling, but I also wanted to know.

“You’ll find out!” Emma said, her grin barely concealing whatever secret was attached to this.

I wasn’t scared, exactly, but definitely nervous.  I took one last look at Silke to get me out of this.  Her grin told me that if I ever wanted to get laid again, I was going to do this now.

Naked, my dick hanging well but my balls pulled tight, I ventured out onto the landing and started down the stairs, listening for the first time to whether the stairs creaked or not.  I never noticed before; it wasn’t my house.

My first obstacle was a very obvious rollerblade on the second-to-last stair, followed by a soccer ball at the bottom.  I easily avoided the rollerblade.  This was easy.  And the ball was avoidable, too.  I was at the bottom.

“Kick the ball,” someone said.  I looked up.  Naked Silke was at the top of the stairs.  “You have to kick the ball,” she said.

Of course.  I kicked it, but didn’t boot it.  It went over there, somewhere.

The carpet felt nice under my toes, I realized.  It was soft and… I guess I’d never been barefoot in her house, before.  In socks, sure, but never barefoot.  Except in her bed.

I moved forward when Emma made a baby cry from upstairs.  “Waaahh!”  I shot her such a look, and she just giggled.

What the fuck?  I thought the point was to be quiet?  They were up there talking in normal voices that came down into the livingroom.  Were they trying to get me caught?

Then I remembered.  If it’s too quiet, parents wake up instantly.  That was actually helping me.  Not the baby cry, but the ‘normal’ noise.

It looked like clear sailing down the path behind the couch.  There was a tricycle up ahead and some little toy figures, but I could tiptoe around them or jump over them.

Then I saw my clothes.  My t-shirt and sweater were hanging off of the bookcase and the demilune table next to the TV.  Do I take the easy path to the kitchen, or go to get my clothes?  I looked around, trying to find my boxer briefs, but didn’t see them.  I started down the easy path to get it over with.

Isaac coughed from above me.  I looked up.  He had the TV remote.  Every step I took, he pressed the volume button.  So, I stopped.  I was gonna fuckin’ wipe that grin off his face when I got back up there…!

I backed up and walked around the couch in front of Mr. A — naked!  With a deep breath, I walked right in front of the TV, noting the little volume bar counting down to where Mr. A had it before.  Good.

Then I caught my reflection in the big window.  Hi, naked Costa.  But I could also see Isaac up on the landing, and his stupid grin.

I got my t-shirt from the bookcase, and then gently picked up my sweater off of the demilune table — it’s a half-circle table against the wall where they have all the framed little family pictures standing, so I’d knock four or five over if I wasn’t too careful.

Nice photos.  Brats.  One of Isaac naked in the bathtub with his butt showing.  I should steal it and show it to his friends.  I don’t know if the game I was playing was their version of blackmail or extortion, but I knew how to play revenge.

I was successful getting my sweater.  Do I put them on?  I didn’t want my cock hanging out in front of Mr. A any longer than it had to, so I went back across the window and TV to the path behind the couch.  I could put them on in the kitchen when I got there.

But surprise, there was Silke sitting behind the couch, still naked.  I didn’t see her come down the stairs, even.  Isaac made a dog bark sound and Emma replied with a cat meow, and then Isaac squawked like a parrot, “Costa be careful!  Costa be careful!  Bwak!”  Both of them laughed out loud.  I was going to kill them.

Mr. A moved.  I dropped down to the carpet behind the couch immediately. 

“Quiet, you guys…” Mr. A kind of said.  Then he got quiet again.

I looked at Silke.  Why was she there? I tried to ask with my crunchy eyebrows.

She cupped my ear and whispered, “Up on your knees.”

I rose up and Silke bowed down.  She began sucking my cock.

Of all the places to get a blowjob.  With all the tension and danger, though, I actually enjoyed it.  She got me hard, fast.  Staying quiet was easy; I’ve had lots of practice keeping quiet during a blowjob.  And now I’d get to say, “I got a blowjob in her livingroom, her father sitting right fuckin’ next to us!”

Silke pulled off of me.  We both laughed through our noses.  “Now I have to go through the obstacle course with a boner,” I whispered to her ear.

She looked at me with those eyes.  “Unless you want to take care of it…?”

You know what?  Yes.  Yes, I fuckin’ did want to take care of it.  Here I was, naked in her house, her “dad” not eleven inches away from me, fuckin’ kids making noise — in fact, Isaac was tootling something on his toy keyboard or something now — and naked Silke looking at me with those eyes, I have a raging boner, and I can smell her pussy.  Yes, I fuckin’ did want to take care of it.

I pushed her down to the soft carpet, fixed her legs, got in-between, and fucked her wet kut as hard and fast as I could.  I was biting my tongue and trying not to breathe, but Silke couldn’t help but make little breathy noises every time I fucked into her.  Too fuckin’ bad.

It got real quiet upstairs.  I looked up and saw two things: Isaac just staring — I guess this wasn’t in his plans; and Emma holding Silke’s phone and recording us.  And you know what?  I fuckin’ did want this recorded.  For all the balls it took to play this friggin’ game, I wanted to post this online and let everyone see my balls and know how fuckin’ big my balls are!

The cuckoo clock went off in the kitchen.  Eight o’clock.  Eight fuckin’ cuckoos.  Mr. A stirred.  Isaac helped us out by turning up the volume of the TV a couple clicks.  I listened for some commercials or for the TV show to change at the top of the hour, but then remembered he was on Hulu, watching some klotefilm.  ‘Shitty movie.’  I learned that one two weeks before.  I heard Mr. A sit forward and take a drink, then sit back.

I fucked Silke, anyway.

Just smoother, not bashing into her.  She leaned up and took my ear.  “Fuck me, Costa!  Fuck me!”  She didn’t say “Neuk me.”  She wasn’t playing around.  She said, “Fuck me!”  Fuckin’ right I fucked her.  We both wanted to cum.

Isaac put some music on.

“Naai me,” she hissed.  That’s right.  I was screwing her.  And that was it.  I rocked one last time, went stiff as a board, and shot my cum inside that girl as quietly as I could.  And then she bit me.  To stifle her scream, she almost caused me to actually scream as she bit my shoulder.  Like really bit — deep teethmarks!  (Later, when my mom saw those, she gave me one of those mom growls with the mean eyes; my dad went ‘heh-heh’ and raised his beer to me.)

I marked time by the song Isaac played.  Somewhere between three and five minutes had gone by while Silke and I recovered.  I felt there was a wet spot on the carpet.  Well, one of the kids would have to clean that up, not me.  I got up off of Silke.  She sat up and kissed me.  Then she took my shirt and sweater and tiptoed back upstairs with a big smile.

I crawled to the tricycle.  There were some Bluey toys standing on the seat and on the back part between the wheels, and a few on the carpet that had fallen off, and there was a string tied under the trike’s handlebar and then up to a framed picture on the wall.  My boxers were under the front tire.

I wasn’t taking chances, but I did play the game.  Hey, I just fucked my girl right in front of her dad (kind of).  If I got caught now, I was legend, anyway!  I stood up and held the string, then pulled the tricycle toward me with my foot so it rolled off my boxers.  The rest of the Bluey toys fell, but didn’t make too much noise.  I looked up at the landing.  No penalty from Emma or Isaac.  I got my boxers.

And the picture frame fell, anyway.  Apparently, it needed the string to be taut, not loose. 

Helaas, pindakaas. Oh, well.  Peanut butter.

“What? Huh?  What was that?” Mr. A said, shuffling in his seat on the couch.

I went for broke.  “That’s me, Mr. A.  I ran into the kids’ tricycle.  Broke my foot.  Sorry.”

Mr. A kind of looked my way, but I don’t think he saw me.  If he did, he would’ve asked why I was naked.  But instead, he just asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah.  I’ll live.”

“Isaac?  Clean up, I told you,” Mr. A shouted at the ceiling.

“I will.  We’re almost done with the game,” he called down.  “Then, yes, I promise.”  Those must have been the magic words because Mr. A just kind of hmmphed and got comfy again.  Isaac smirked at me.

With my boxers in hand, I stood and made my way into the kitchen.  Emma slammed a door loudly, but I guess it was just house noise to Mr. A.  He didn’t react.  It looked like he was zoning out again.

In the kitchen, I put on my boxers.  If I got caught now, at least I wouldn’t be naked.  I went to the fridge and saw a stack of pots and pans balanced just above the door.  “Nice try, Isaac,” I said, and took them down.  I put them on the kitchen table next to the actual Don’t Wake Daddy game that Emma never put away.  I looked at the path on the game board.  Looks like the kids took care of everything — cat, dog, baby, music, toys, TV, picture frame, pots and pans, etc. — except a falling coat rack and a flower vase.

Silke

My clothes were on the coat rack.  I had gone down and gotten them while Costa was in the kitchen.  The coat rack was off-balance with a book under one leg, but it was easy to see and I removed the book so it did not fall when I removed my clothing.  The path was otherwise not difficult as Costa had sprung all the other traps, so far.  I returned to the landing to watch the rest play out.

I must admit, it was fun watching Costa tiptoe naked about the house.

And, I must admit, getting fucked on the floor centimeters from Ben Ackerman really made me… opgewonden!  I left so much cum on the carpet.

Costa

I got the Ding Dongs out of the ‘fridge and grabbed a Coke for me and Silke to split.  Getting back was not so full of danger, but I had to look out for whatever Isaac and Emma had hidden.  Worst thing that happened was that I stepped on Bluey and her sister, Bingo.  Their pointy ears were worse than stepping on Legos.

I made it to the stairs and looked around.  What was I missing?  Was it over?  True, in the game, you just had to get your guy to the ‘fridge, not back.  I must have sprung all the traps.  Still, I watched my toes as I climbed the stairs, just in case.  I went in Silke’s room and declared victory!

“Made it!  Here’s your freakin’ Ding Dongs,” I said, not too quietly.  I held out my hands.  “My reward?”

Isaac took the box of Hostess Ding Dongs from me, and Emma handed over my pants.  I didn’t put them on, just tossed them on the bed by my t-shirt and sweater, then sat next to Silke, who had put on her panties and a fresh t-shirt which, of course, she’d had in her closet all along.

Silke

Costa sat next to me and I gave him a hug and kiss.  “There, you won a game for them.”

“I don’t know if you were as… stealth-th-ly… as a cat, though,” Emma tried saying.

“Sure, I was,” Costa countered.  “Ik ben een kat.”

“You knocked down the frame,” Isaac recalled.  “Made a lot of noise with that.”

“Yeah, Daddy woke up, but he didn’t yell at me to get back to bed,” Costa played off like it was in the game.  “It’s like I pressed the button four times but survived.”

“Okay,” Isaac agreed.

“You guys, though…” Costa was reminding them, “have to clean up before someone really doesn’t see that rollerblade and wipes out on the stairs.  Or steps on those Bluey toys.  Look at this…”  Costa held up his foot for me to see the marks left by the pointed Australian dog toys.  There was no blood; he was fine.

“Kiss it and make it better?” Emma teased him.

Costa held his foot out to Isaac.  “He caused it.”

Isaac looked smerig, saying, “Get out of here…” and pushed the foot from his face.  “They’re her toys.”

Emma made a face that clearly indicated she did not want to kiss a foot, either.

Costa relaxed.  “Hey, gimme one of them Ding Dongs,” he demanded and opened a Coca-Cola he had brought from the kitchen.

Isaac distributed a cake to each of us.  I suppose they are similar to the Barny Bear cakes or Lulu or Ourson cakes you can buy everywhere, but they taste different.  Good, but different.  Nowhere near as good as a real, fresh Belgian eclair or profiterole, though.  When I first arrived, I brought the children a supply of Belgian candy and chocolates.  They disappeared very quickly!  They liked the Cuberdon candies from my hometown of Gent, especially, and they still keep looking in my room for more, but you can’t keep them too long or the jelly inside crystalizes and they are not the same.  I brought several flavors, and they ate them all.  I like the black currant ones best.

But I took my Ding Dong, which looks like a hockey puck if you haven’t tried one, and pulled it in half before Costa opened his.  “Hey,” I called to him, “daar kikker je van op.”  I put the half-cake sticking out of my mouth.  Costa understood and bit into it, kissing me in the process.  A fine, chocolate cake kiss!

“Hey, that’s like Lady and the Tramp with the spaghetti!” Emma laughed behind us.

“Except with a frog, right?” Costa laughed after he had swallowed and took a drink.  It is also an expression he has learned, or learned to understand.  It means “this will frog you up” — ‘this will make you feel better.’  Because frogs leap, and leaping is happiness.  He likes my animal phrases.

We separated.  “Your turn!” I called out loudly, and then threw a book from my nightstand across the room.  I was not trying to hit Emma or Isaac, just to make house noise.

Isaac looked at me.  “What…?”

“We’ve seen you two kiss.  This is not a secret,” I smiled at him, then finished the other half of my cake.

Emma got the idea and split her cake.  They copied us and bit into the cake toward a kiss.  It was cute.  Very cute.

I pulled Costa off of the bed, then, and we both sat on the floor.  I looked at the kids.  “Your turn.”

“What?  We just did it,” Isaac protested.

I pointed at the bed.  “Your turn.”

The two looked at each other, trying to determine if I meant what I said, and if they should follow along and ‘take their turn.’

“Now’s the time,” Costa quietly told Emma, referring to something they may have spoken about before.  I am uncertain.

Emma took Isaac by the hand and sat on the bed.  She put the remaining half of her cake in her mouth.  Isaac climbed on the bed and repeated the chocolate cake kiss.  When they had kissed and swallowed, there was yet a hesitation by both of them.

“Okay, clear the board,” Costa called out.  He stood onto his knees and removed the items of his clothing still on the bed.  Then he tugged at his boxer briefs, with a meaning for them to remove their own clothing.  To be clearer, he whispered to Emma, “Take off his shirt.”

Emma nodded and took ahold of Isaac’s t-shirt from the bottom and raised it up.  Isaac raised his hands automatically and the shirt was removed.

I nodded at Isaac for an unstated assumption that he would do the same to Emma, and he did.

Without prompting, they both got to work on the other’s button and zipper, but then each removed their own pants or shorts.  Neither wore stockings.  Isaac pushed his pants down in quite a hurry and kicked them off the bed.  He was naked, not having put his underwear back on, before, and his lul was quite hard.  Emma’s shorts vanished, and then Isaac gently pushed her back on the bed to remove her panties for her.  We were once again treated to the sight of her little kut.

Costa

Isaac wasn’t thinking about foreplay.  I know he’s played around with Emma’s pussy, but I hadn’t asked if he’d gone down on her — or if she’d given him a blowjob, for that matter.  He was going for the gold.

Emma lay back, her legs spread, Isaac between them, inching forward, checking where he was, inching forward some more, spreading his knees so that Emma spread wider, checking distance again.  And then they were there.

It was too quiet.  I called out, “Come on, roll the dice,” over the bed toward the doorway.  I got a quick glance from Isaac, but he realized what we were doing, and not telling him to get on with it.  Not to vooruit met de geit.

Silke and I were still off to the side of the bed, so had a pretty good view of the action.  Isaac lined up his cock, then we saw him say something.  Something like, “You sure?” or “You okay?” and then he pushed his cock inside his sister.

Well, he didn’t get it all the way in.  Not in one push like he had with Silke.  It took a few back-and-forths, but I know that his cock was going to fit way better than mine could’ve.  Emma’s hands flew up to Isaac’s arms, then to his sides, then slid to his hips, making sure he didn’t push too hard.  But then her hands slid back up to his ribs, then back down to his hips.  He was in.  She was caressing her boy.

He whispered something.  Probably “It’s in — all the way.”

Emma nodded rapidly.  Little nods.  She knew.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

Emma shook her head, but didn’t speak.

Isaac dropped down on her and they kissed.  And kept kissing.  I kind of got the feeling this is how it all started.  Maybe she did walk into his room and watched him jerk off, but she’s loved her brother for years.  You could see that.  They were good at kissing.  Not just peck-peck-peck.  Real kissing.  Making out.  Her hands in his short brown hair.

Isaac broke and came up for air.  And knowing what he now knew from his experience with Silke, he started fucking his sister.  He drew out carefully, but didn’t fall out this time.  And he pushed back in.

Emma’s face was tight.  I imagine her pussy was, too.  In fact, Isaac even whispered, “This is… you are really tight.”

“It’s big.  Bigger than I thought,” Emma finally said.

Now there’s something I wish I’d heard on my first time.  Although Silke did say something similar on our first time, so I got that going for me, which is nice.

“Is it okay?” Isaac asked.

“Oh, yeah.  Isaac?  Yeah.  Keep going.  Easy, but keep going.  It feels good,” Emma said with a growing smile.  “Do you like me?  I mean, do you like it?”

“Heck, yeah, I like it!” Isaac answered.  Then it hit him, what she’d said.  “I like you.  I love you.”  Even as he said it, he still took a real fast glance at Silke and me, like he was embarrassed to say he loved his sister in front of us.  But he did the right thing and looked back into his sister’s eyes.  He kissed her again and said, “I love you,” inside the kiss.

When he moved to kissing her neck, Emma assured her brother, “I love you so much, Isaac…”

Silke and I looked at each other, and realized we shouldn’t be there.  We may have given the little shove to them to do what they would have at some point, but they weren’t fucking.  They weren’t neuken.  They weren’t naaien.  They weren’t wippen.  They were making love.  Vrijen.  For all that meant to them, for how they understood it, they were making love.

The two of us slid sideways and stopped watching.  I gathered my t-shirt and sweater and jeans and put them on at Silke’s desk chair as Isaac got into it and thrust faster into his sister.  Silke put on a pair of casual pants from her closet as Emma started whimpering, a cute breath with each of her brother’s thrusts.  I’d heard her make those noises before, but knew they did not belong to me; they were for the boy she loved.

I knew how she felt.

Silke pulled out her school laptop and set about making background noise by playing the video of the play we did.  But when the lead guy started singing about “Oh, what a bea-u-ti-ful mooooor-ningggggg!” I had her shut it down, and I found a YouTube playlist that seemed more appropriate.  The first song was Sia’s “Gimme Love.”  I couldn’t let Emma lose her virginity to a showtune!  The next few in the list were “Espresso” and “Birds of a Feather” and “Close to You” and “Beautiful Things” and “Don’t Forget Me.”  I don’t know if all the lyrics would be appropriate to the situation, but they were all kind of romantic.

We left the room and half-closed the door.  We quietly made our way down the stairs and started picking up the toys.  I got the skate and soccer ball and put them in Isaac’s room while Silke put the old tricycle back in the garage.

As I passed Silke’s door, I looked inside and happened to catch Isaac cumming, slamming his ass into…  I had to leave.

I picked up all the Bluey figures and brought them to Emma’s room while Silke put back the pots and pans, and boxed up the game.

Emma was holding Isaac close to her, just slowly stroking his spine as they recovered.

Both Silke and I worked to hang the picture frame correctly, which fortunately was not broken, and blotted the carpet behind the couch with paper towels to try and soak up any dampness.

Back in Silke’s room, Isaac and Emma had started fucking again.  Kid’s dick probably never even got soft.

Silke

Costa and I sat on the top stair.  We took out our phones and I AirDropped to his phone the video of him playing the game and our lovemaking.  I am so glad Emma filmed this!

Ben might’ve been watching TV or not.  We watched the TV over his head.

“I think that’s the girl from Deadpool & Wolverine who played Professor X’s evil sister, except with hair, now,” Costa pointed out, recognizing actress Emma Corrin.

“Is that meant to be Elon Musk?” I asked, pointing to a man on the screen.  “Is he the killer?”

“In the movie or real life?” Costa asked, and we both laughed.

“So.  You are going to California.  Disneyland.  Hollywood.  Surfing,” he said.  “I’m glad you’re seeing more of the US, but I’m disappointed it won’t be with me.

“I will pretend to act surprised when they tell me,” I said and smiled.

“You’re going to miss having Christmas with me,” Costa pouted.

“Then I’ll have to give you my present early.  And you will give me yours!”  I tried to say that sexy and funny, but then I turned and saw Costa’s face.  “Don’t be sad.  It’s only for a week, then we will be together, again.”

“And then only for a week more.  Then you’re gone for good.”

I had to take a breath and I comically shook his head between my hands.  “I told you not to fall in love with me!  Hey, how about you come to Europe in the spring.  I can show you all over.  We can go anywhere from Paris to Berlin, if you want.  Or just stay in my kot in Gent at my school.”

He was still upset inside.  He didn’t even make a joke about kot vs kat vs kut.  Yes, I know he would prefer my kut.

“And, hey, we’re all going skiing, soon, right?” I tried to raise his spirit.  “And we’re going to spend the night together in Wisconsin, right?”

I picked up his chin.  “This is not the time to be upset.  I am still here with you for another month before it is Kerstmis.”

“I know,” he said.  “It just hit me, like a punch.  I’ll be okay.” 

He stood and headed into my bedroom.  He said loud enough for Ben, “Okay, let’s see what you two cooked up for us!  How do we play?  Is this a maze?  Or a trivia game?”

I followed him inside.  Isaac was dressed.  Emma was pulling up her shorts.  I sat next to her on the bed.

“Was it everything you’d hoped for?” I asked her quietly while the boys made noise.  “Did not hurt too badly?”

Emma was floating.  “At first, but then…  I want to do this every day.”

“Because the sex was pleasurable, or because it is with Isaac?” I asked.

“Because I had Isaac in my arms,” she said, putting her head on my shoulder.  “I had Isaac inside me.”

“Because you are in love with Isaac.” 

Emma nodded against me.

“Are you in love with Costa?” she asked me.

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked back.

She nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

“But you don’t live here.  Not really,” she realized.

“That is a problem.  These things are hard.  But time and distance will take care of us.”  I stroked her long brown hair.  “You will have a similar hard road one day.  I don’t envy you the choices you will have to make.”

We watched the boys.  Isaac looked taller than usual.

“You two should go back to your rooms.  Your mother will be home, soon,” I told the kids.  They nodded and left together.

Costa found his coat and we both headed downstairs.

Costa

The day was pretty good, overall.  Actually, really good.  Fucking fantastic!  I mean that.  I’d gotten the bad news about Silke going to California but, you know, we’ll deal with it.  We’ve got time.  Gonna have to deal with it, and with her leaving for home.  Got no choice, really.

I got my coat from Silke’s room, and said goodnight to Emma and Isaac.  Emma gave me a hug and I kissed the top of her head.  Silke and I walked down to the livingroom, making noise on the stairs this time, letting Mr. A know I was leaving on time by house rules.

I sat on the ottoman to put on my shoes.  It was then that I noticed what I had been missing.  Going all the way back to when I was playing the game, I knew I was forgetting something.

I looked up at Mr. Ackerman.

“You missed your socks, Tarzan.  They’re still hanging in the flower vase, over there.”

Fuck!

Helaas, pindakaas.

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Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 2

Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Costa

Now, this is something I don’t normally do, go around showing my cock to eleven-year-old girls.  I want you to know that.  But this seemed like a… unique… situation.  Since Silke asked, I removed the pillow.

“It’s not big, anymore,” Emma said.

And that’s what I get for doing what Silke asks.

“It’s still big,” Silke defended me, “it’s just not hard.  Make it hard for her.”

Now I was being asked to stroke my junk.  I didn’t know which way to turn.  “Silke, I get what we’re doing, but I would need some help.”  What I meant was I would need Silke to blow me or give me a handjob.  What Silke said, though, flipped the script on me.

“He’s right.  He needs some… inspiration,” she said.  “We are naked.  You should be naked, too.”

Isaac looked really conflicted.  He was still focused on Silke’s pussy, but his brow got all furrowed.  He’d be naked with Silke, which he probably wouldn’t mind, and he’s already been naked with Emma, I guess, but then he’d also be naked in front of me.  Taking your clothes off is a loss of protection.  “I don’t know…” he said.

“That’s what you told me, remember?” Emma told Isaac.

“He told that to you?” I asked Emma.  “How’d that happen?”

Emma tore her eyes away from my cock and looked to Isaac with a growing grin.  “I snuck in his bedroom when he was playing with his dick.  He told me to get out, but I wanted to watch him.  That’s why I came in there.  I knew he was doing it.  I can always hear him, and I wanted to see it.  He said okay, but I had to get naked, too.  He didn’t want to be the only one naked.  I figured that was kind of fair, so I did.”

“See?  Everything would be fair, then,” Silke reasoned.  “Then we would all be naked together.  Unless you want me to get dressed right now…”

“No!” Isaac almost exploded.  “I mean, no, you don’t have to do that.  I can… yeah… we can do that.  I guess.  All together.”  Still, he didn’t move.  He was hypnotized by Silke’s pussy.

Silke took his hand and moved it onto her pubes, then pushed it so his fingers split her labia, then she pressed his middle finger in at her hole.  He had one hand on her tit and one in her cunt.  The kid was actually shaking.

“Isaac?” she intoned.

“Yeah?” he said to her pussy.  To her foef.  Her kut.

“Isaac, take off your clothes, please.”

He nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head, using the hand from her tit, but he had to let go of her pussy, too, to take the shirt off completely.  Once his hand was out of her hole, out of her wetness, he seemed to get some senses back and worked quickly on his button and zipper.  But then he stopped.  He looked up at me, suddenly unsure, a little wary, a little embarrassed.

I just made a kind of silent motion, kind of a shrug with a nod at my own bod and my open hands, all supposed to be meaning ‘Hey, I’m naked.  It’s no big thing.’  I guess he understood because he gave a slight nod and then pushed down his pants.

Emma was smiling, watching Isaac go at it.  “You, too, Emma,” Silke reminded her.  Emma seemed confused, at first, and then her face read, ‘Oh, yeah, all of us.’  She pulled her shirt over her head.  She had to fix her long brown hair afterwards, of course, and when she parted the strands in front of her face, she caught my eye and broke into a smile.  I could only smile back.

I have never seen a naked little girl, before.  I’ve been with naked girls, but always my age, starting when I was fourteen, a Freshman.  There were girls in swim suits of all ages at the pool, of course, my whole life, so that was the closest.  But I’ve never really seen a girl’s naked flat chest before.  Well, Emma’s wasn’t really flat.  It was like a boy’s, but there was some swelling, so her tits were coming in, I guess.  I imagined that if I touched them, there’d be some give, some softness.  But those nipples were pretty cute.  A little puffy. 

But then Emma’s pants came off.  She was down to her underwear, and hadn’t been wearing socks.  I’d seen her wearing shorts around the house and knew she has long legs, but now they seemed to have a… I don’t know.  She doesn’t have much of a shape, yet, but she seemed kind of slinky, just then.  Then she smiled really big at me, really silly, like a ‘here it goes!’ and there it went.  Her butt was just a butt, she didn’t have curves like Silke or Lyla, yet.  Of course not.  But I was now looking at a naked 6th Grader, an eleven-year-old’s pussy.

Well, it was a pussy.  Like if a teenage girl had shaved her pussy, that’s what it would look like.  But a very compact little package, no labia sticking out, just a mound and a slit, and that little bit of brown hair right at the top of her cleft — she had her own foef, just like Silke’s.  I was almost afraid to be looking at her.  Yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  This wasn’t something you saw every day.

“See?  She barely has any hair,” Isaac broke my concentration.  I looked over at him.  And there I saw a twelve-year-old’s cock.  A boycock.  Now, I’d seen twelve-year-old cocks before, though I was twelve, too, when I did — 7th Grade, in the locker room at school, and after sports, and even this past summer at the pool when everyone’s changing, though I’m not looking to see them.  But I’d never seen one hard, except my own when I was twelve.  The kid had an impressive cock for a twelve-year-old.  I wasn’t going to measure it, but it wasn’t tiny.  If I had to guess, I’d say it was about four inches, hard.  A nice smattering of dark pubes growing out at the base all straight at this point, just starting to curl.

“It’s four and one-eighth inches,” Emma told me, reading my thoughts.  “I measured it!”

I had to calm chatty Emma down and let Isaac know that me and Silke weren’t going to judge him.  “That’s a good size,” I told him.  “Girls are going to love you when you get to high school!”

“Do I have to wait until high school?” he asked, still self-conscious.  Hell, I was, too; even with two naked girls in the room, my dick wasn’t growing.

“Well, you’re in 7th Grade right now, right?” I considered.  “Could happen.  Middle school.  Just got to find a girl that’s open to adventure, that wants to play.”

Silke poked me.  I turned and saw that look in her eye.  The look that led to me getting a blowjob on her front porch.  The look that led to us fucking in Milner Park.  The look that got me to lick her pussy backstage.  Hell, I guess that look had been in her eye since the kids popped out from behind the desk, I just wasn’t watching for it.

“Come up on the bed, Isaac, Emma,” Silke invited.  “You don’t have to stand there like fashion mannequins.  We’ll all be more comfortable.”  She scooted back to the headboard and patted the bed in front of her.  I took the hint and scooted back, too, and sat cross-legged.  Emma climbed on right in front of me, noting my cock remained on full-display.  Isaac crawled on in front of Silke, sitting to make sure she could see his hard cock.

“Isaac, may I?” Silke said, bending forward and reaching out her hand.  “You got to touch me.”

“Sure.  That would, um, that would be fine,” Isaac hiccuped.

That would be fine,” Emma said, making fun of him.  “He loves it when I play with his dick.”

Silke took ahold of Isaac’s boycock with two fingers and her thumb, running it up and down his stalk.  Silke’s hand was delicate, but she knew not to cover his cock with her whole hand and make it look small.  Isaac sat upright on his heels, eyes closed, breathing deep but steady, loving the sensation.  And I knew exactly what he was feeling.

I turned to Emma.  “How often you guys get a chance to do that?”

“Oh, mmm, when we go to bed.  After we go to bed, if Dad’s asleep on the couch and Mom’s got her shows.  Sometimes downstairs in the basement when they think we’re playing,” she decided.  “And when Silke’s in charge of us and you come over and you guys aren’t paying attention to us!”

I had to laugh.  Turn that around, and that was my and Silke’s m.o. when we had fun here! 

Isaac had his hand on Silke’s breast, again.  His other one was making sure he didn’t fall over.

Silke was being very dangerous.  “Such a nice cock, Isaac.  I love this cock.  I think I wanted to see your body as much as you wanted to see mine.”

“He’s not going to last very long,” Emma told me.  “He’s going to make the stuff shoot out.  I can tell.  Listen to him breathe.”

“Have you helped him cum?  Or… er, make the stuff shoot out?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she reported, still kind of matter-of-fact.  “But only when we have a way to clean up.  So, like, not in my room.”

“Has Isaac ever made you cum?” I asked.

“What d’you mean?” she asked me.

“Well, you don’t shoot stuff like Isaac, but does he play with your little pussy?” I asked.

“Oh, sure.”

“But does he do it until you can’t take it anymore, and there’s a little explosion inside you, and you start to shake, and it’s the best feeling in the world?” I tried to clarify.  Well, I thought that would give her the idea if she didn’t know.

“He doesn’t, but I almost get that way when I…” she said, thinking it over but stopping short of admitting to playing with herself.  “Are you ever going to get all hard again?”

“Emma, why don’t you help Costa, like I am for Isaac?” Silke asked.

Emma looked at me, like for permission.

“I’ll let you,” I told her.

She smiled and went after my cock.

I’ll tell you, I wasn’t sure I’d do anything here other than be naked, let the kids have their joke, then we’d get dressed and whatever.  I was kind of scared, to be honest.  My dick didn’t shrivel up or anything, but I didn’t think this was going to happen.  But when Emma used both of her little hands to pick up my dick and started to stroke me, she jump-started it.  I was hard instantly.

“Oh, there it goes,” she said, all happy she’d done a good job.  Still, she knew what she did with Isaac, so she kept stroking me.  I put my hand on her shoulder, and caught a little charge with our contact.  I suppose I’d touched her shoulder before — when we played some game, passing behind her chair, who knows?  But it was different touching the naked Emma.  I let my hand roam to her chest and felt the small rise of her breast and lightly tweaked her nipple.  That got a smile from her.

She was more fascinated by my pubes, though, a nice thick nest from my Mediterranean ancestors.  She stroked my cock with one hand, and grabbed my pubes with the other and gently pulled my hair through her fingers, then did it again, combing them.

“You’ll get more soon,” I reminded her.

She leaned back and pushed her pelvis forward.  “I know.  They’re coming in right along here, too.  You can see right here.”  She let go of my pubes and ran her finger along her slit.  Yes, they were starting.  Right there.  Little dark brown sprouts of silk growing out of the sides of her slit leading up to the patch at the top of her cleft.  She took my finger and guided it up her slit, making sure I could feel her hair.  When we reached the top, I couldn’t help but take ahold of the longer hairs between my finger and thumb and give them a little tug, feeling their softness.  Her own foef.

“Hyai… hmff…” Isaac seemed to say, if those are words.  He was getting ready to blow.  He actually took his hand off of Silke’s tit to steady himself on her shoulder and her head.

Oh, what a cock.  I think I want to suck this cock, Isaac…” Silke teased him.  She bent forward, stuck her tongue out, and licked that kid’s dick from bottom to top.  And that was all he could take.  She never even got a chance to suck him.

He was like, “Oh!… Oh!” and he shot his spooge all over Silke.  She was able to get away enough to not have it all over her face, though with Isaac holding her head, he got it on her throat and tits.  But hell, I’ve done that to her, too!

He was on his knees, shaking.  The only reason he hadn’t fallen back was the death grip he had on Silke’s shoulder.  And man, I have to say, once again I knew exactly what he was feeling.  It’s weird watching another guy cum.  It’s a little funny watching the ropes or bullets shoot out of him, but there’s also that feeling of, oh, let’s call it brotherhood.  You know the feeling of electricity running up from his balls along his spine up to his head and then swirling in a cloud of static.  The tensing of all your muscles, even the ones in your face as your breath comes out in a gasp or a word like, “Gah!” or “Oh!”  And then the final build-up of pressure in your body explodes like a balloon.  And the ecstasy.  Oh, the ecstasy.  And the floodgates open and everything that you are comes gushing out of the center of your body.  And then again.  And again.  And again.  And probably a few more times, but it starts to ease up, and you can breathe again.  Your spine gives out and your muscles relax, and you have to find stability or collapse.  And you smile at the first person you see because how can you not share the sheer joy of what you just experienced.  And if someone is there to kiss you, so much the better.

I was the first person Isaac saw after he came.  He started to make that smile, but caught himself.  Like with his pants, he was suddenly embarrassed that I was there to see him, to watch him cum.  He was still vulnerable, as are we all at that point.  I gave him the nod of brotherhood, and the smile.  And then his smile came back, and he was okay.

Silke wasn’t going to let the moment go.  She pulled Isaac to her and gave him the kiss he needed.  And I swear I saw that kid go electric, again, and his cock actually shot out one more spurt, even after it had just been dribbling!

Emma noted it, too.  “It was a good one!”

Silke

Oh, what a cock.  I think I want to suck this cock, Isaac…” I told the boy.  I bent my head down and licked his hard little pik.  I kept eye contact, and licked him from bottom to top.  I was going to take him inside and suck him when he shook.

“Oh, oh!” he barely squealed when he shot his semen up and out at me.  I just got my head out of the way, but he accurately shot onto my breasts, the way some boys like to do.  It was a good cum.  Not thick, yet, but a solid stream in four jets.  It made me smile.  He opened his eyes and saw how he had shot onto me, and seeing my smile, he smiled back.  Then he put his hands on my shoulders for support.

Then I kissed him.  I had to.  How could one make a boy cum and not celebrate it with a kiss?  Klaarkomen is one of the most intimate things a boy can share, and it needs to be rewarded with a kiss.

Other than a greeting kiss on the cheek, it was the first time I had kissed Isaac.  And seeing the reaction in his eyes, I wondered then if we would ever repeat it, or how often.  Just like with Costa.  A kiss is the simplest thing, but it means so much.

I helped him to sit back on the bed, but curled him in my arms with his legs across over mine.  His klaarkomen was very intense.  I knew he would need me to help him recover.

I looked over at Emma and Costa.  She liked having control of my boyfriend — now her boyfriend, it seemed.  “Are you going to shoot the stuff, too?” she asked Costa.

“Maybe,” he answered.  “Depends.  Do you want to see me do that?  Or do you want to see me fuck Silke?  I was just about to when you two popped out of the wall.”

Emma had to consider that.  I think she was going to automatically tell Costa to shoot his semen in the air for her, but watching us fuck was a good option, it seemed.  I had to ask her, “Emma, when did you two come in the bedroom?  Did you watch us fuck, already, or…?”

“No, we crawled in when you were quiet.  I think you were sleeping.  We were worried,” she said.

“Worried?  Because of our noise?” Costa asked her.  She nodded.

“We were setting up a game downstairs for you, and we heard you scream,” Isaac said.  “We wanted to see why you screamed.”

“We know you were doing sex,” Emma said, looking at Costa’s cock in her hands.  “But what does ‘nook ma’ mean?  You yelled it — a lot.”  Emma had a very concerned look on her face.

“Did it hurt?” Isaac asked, looking back and forth at Costa and then my breasts.  “Because it sounded like you want him to drop a bomb on you — ‘nuke me’!”  He gave a little laugh.

“Or put you in the microwave!” Emma laughed nervously.  She knew it was silly, but she wanted to know.

Costa and I looked at each other and laughed, too.  “That’s me telling him to fuck me, in my language.  And it doesn’t hurt.  He makes me feel wonderful.  So wonderful I need to scream it to the sky.”

“There is no greater feeling,” Costa said.  He pulled me to him and kissed me.

Again, I have told Costa several times not to fall in love with me, and I know I will miss him.  But I had a sense that the great feeling he was talking about was from kissing me, not from our sex.  See what I mean?

Our passion from the kissing boiled over.  Costa rolled into me, caressing my breast and, beetje bij beetje, pushed me down onto the pillow until he just had to take my hips and pull me flat full onto the bed.  Isaac and Emma moved as he did, onto beside of us, but did not get down or off of the bed.  They were not going to deny themselves the viewing.

“I really need to fuck you,” Costa whispered to me.  “If I don’t fuck you, I’m gonna fuck Emma, and I can’t fuck a little girl.”

“You can fuck me, but let them see,” I told him.  I have made sex-play in a group before, but never with such an audience.  It is…  Het is echt geil!

“You want me to beffen you first?” he asked me.  “I think you’re wet enough, but I will.”

“I am most certainly wet enough. Ik zweer het je!”  I pulled Costa into position over me, but making sure he was not lying atop me.  I wanted Isaac and Emma to see him enter me.  But I need not have worried.  As soon as Costa was in position, the two of them moved closer to my shoulder to make sure they saw.  And they saw Costa’s cock enter me with ease.

“You see?” Isaac said to Emma.  “It goes in easy.  You don’t have to worry.”

I think Costa liked having the audience.  He did not talk through it all, did not try to narrate our vrijsessie, or teach them about how parts fit into other parts.  The kids are not stupid, just without experience.

“Ahhh, neuk me, Costa!  Neuk me!” I cried.  Although I was certainly enjoying Costa pounding me, again and again, my cry was rather more acting for my audience, showing Emma how and when I would yell that through the house.

I flipped Costa onto his back and mounted him, making sure Emma knew there was more than one way to do this.  I suppose we could have done many more positions, but that was not the point.  The kids wanted to see sex.  And from what I could gather of their conversation, they wanted to know that it did not hurt.

Before we could reach orgasm, Costa flipped me back over, then whispered something to me.  He had an idea and it was one I liked.  Really liked!  I had just been trying to figure out how to implement it.

Costa

Though it killed me to do so, I pulled out of Silke and sat up.  I looked Isaac in the eye and held up my palm.  “Tag in, buddy!”

The two kids were sitting so close, one leg over each other’s.  They probably had been touching the other’s bits, but were playing with their own when I pulled out.  Isaac was startled when I called to him, and didn’t move.  Emma’s eyes were back on my big, wet, shiny cock. 

“Come on, take over,” I said again, this time moving away from Silke, leaving a space for him.  I took Isaac’s elbow and gave him a gentle tug, and he floated away from his sister and found the space I had left.  He had some hesitation.  No, he probably had a lot of hesitation!  I remember my first time and he had to be wondering a bit of ‘I know where things go but how do I actually do this?  Is this real?  Oh, shit, this is really happening!’

Silke gently drew him to her.  “Isaac, I need you.  I need you to fuck me, Isaac.  I need your cock inside me…”  She helped him scoot in-between her legs and line his cock up with her pussy.

Isaac was breathing heavy.  Emma and I caught a quiet, “Ohgodohgodohgod,” come out of him.  Silke eased him forward.  And he was in.  Then we all heard him say, “Hyeerum…!” or something that sounded like that.  Silke wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto her.  And I know Isaac had the enjoyment of finally feeling a girl’s breasts on his chest while he fucked her.  Of course, he wasn’t fucking, yet, but Silke put her hand on his butt and encouraged him to start.  He did one thrust and draw and fell out of her.  He never moved so fast in his life as when he went to put his cock back in!  And then Silke helped him find a rhythm.  He fell out two more times, but eventually he got to start going fast, becoming a piston.  It was fun to watch!

Emma had made room for me when Isaac and I swapped, and she sat half-in my lap.  She was curious about my wet cock.  She touched it like she was going to stroke me again but came away with some of the wetness which she brought to her face to smell.

“That’s Silke,” I told her.  “Are you wet, too?  From watching?” I asked. 

Emma nodded. 

“Can I check?” I asked.  After having the adrenaline rushing through me from fucking Silke, I wasn’t so unsure of touching this girl, anymore.  I ran my hand down her body to her mound and slipped my middle finger along her slit, then pushed to open her, dragging my finger up, freeing her labia and flicking her hood.  She flinched when I did and that made me smile inside.  I ran my finger back down and found her hole, this time, and began dabbing at the entrance, drawing from her little pool of fluid, pushing my finger inside little by little.  It was tight going, but I got past the first knuckle and didn’t feel any barrier.

What I did feel was Emma’s body tensing up in my arms, right down to her leg muscles.  “You okay?” I asked.  She just nodded quickly.  “Has Isaac done this much to you?”

“Yes,” she said, this time.

I pushed in a little further, seeing how far I could go, which was past the second knuckle.  My finger was in her pussy.  I ran it in and out slowly a couple times, but I could feel how tense she was, and not from an impending orgasm.  I took my finger out and just played along her labia, then, and flicked at her clit, and I could feel her breathe.

“She’s his first,” Emma said.

She’d been watching her brother lose his virginity, and not to herself.

Immediately, I knew maybe I hadn’t done such a wonderful thing in handing Silke off to Isaac.  I couldn’t take it back, but maybe I could fix it.

“It’s different for boys,” I told her as she still watched.  “The first time is something you just have to do, and it never goes right.  It’s the next one that means something.  He’ll be so much better when you two do it,” I said, hoping I was saying this right.  “He’ll still be your first.”

“You’re not…?” she almost asked me.  Then I figured out what was also going through her mind.

“No.  No, darling,” I said, rubbing her back.  “I’m not going to be your first.  Besides, I’m too big, I’d hurt you.”  I breathed a laugh, letting her know she could, too.  “There is something I’d like to give you, though, if you want to try it.  C’mere.”

I moved us so that I was lying down lengthwise on the bed with my feet at the pillow, opposite Silke and Isaac, and had Emma straddle me.  I positioned her pussy above my cock and settled her down.  At first, I started dragging my cock along her slit until it divided her labia and began pulling her juices out along with it.  Each time my cock poked her little clit on its way up, she got that jolt, and I could read her face as she waited for it to happen again on my cock’s way back down.

Her eyes closed, and I could tell she was starting to enjoy the feeling, and started expecting the rhythm.  With my hands on her hips, I began pulling her along my cock instead of my rubbing up against her.  She was getting wetter, and we were going faster.  “Okay, you do it now,” I told her and there was hardly a bump in the rhythm as she took complete control, rocking and sliding her pelvis back and forth, getting herself off on my cock.

But I kept my hands on her hips; I didn’t want to let her stop early.  In fact, there was a point where I knew she had gotten near the point of no return and was going to relax and call it off like it was too much for her.  “No baby, don’t stop.  Keep going.  Do it.  That’s what it’s all about.  Push yourself.  Take yourself over the edge.  Keep going!”  I rocked her hips and almost broke her rhythm, but she took it back and got faster and faster. 

And she whimpered.  “Mm-mmmmmm-mmmmph!”  That’s when I knew she was on the ropes.

“That’s it, Emma.  You’re going to cum.  Cum for me, baby…!”

Then she screamed an “Ohhh-ah!” and floundered down on top of me, still rocking, but shaking like she never had before, little whines continuing.  She was still in control of the movement, but it was interesting for me to figure out how much she wanted it to continue — pressing down on my cock in short little bursts and when she needed a glide.  As she slowed down, I took control back and continued for her, keeping her shaking.

I was close, too, and there was that little thing in my head about whether I should let myself cum or not with this girl.  But my guy brain took over and I started pulling and pushing her wet little pussy over my cock faster and faster.  A couple times, my cock head got caught at her hole but, believe me, there was no danger of it going inside her — I just pushed on and she slipped back.  Her breathing was choppy and her whining was broken into pieces with it, and she was just flopping around on top of me like a rag doll.

And then I shot my cum between us.  Fuck, that felt good!  I held Emma back so she didn’t squish my cock and stop my shots, and she got to see it jet out and splash all over my chest up to my chin.  That was a fuckin’ great cum!  Take everything I said before about cumming, and add the feeling of doing it with my new little partner, and… it was one-of-a-kind!

When I got down to the little shots, I let her fall forward and relax, lying on my cum-soaked chest, and her whining calmed down.  Listening to her, it reminded me of when someone tickles you and doesn’t let up, and then they do, and you’re taking vocal deep breaths in calming down, in relief.  That was Emma.  She just collapsed on me and I wrapped her up in my arms, keeping her safe.  And sticky.

“Have you kissed Isaac, yet?” I asked quietly.

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned into my neck.

I lifted her face and gave her a tender kiss to celebrate her first orgasm.  I may have made her cum, but I didn’t want to take her first kiss away from her.

Silke

This boy was fucking me and I was loving it.

My lovers back in Gent and here in Colton have always been older than me or the same age, as Costa is.  My youngest was thirteen, but I was thirteen, as well, then.  Feeling his pik moving in and out of me was such a feeling as I’ve never had!  I was cumming not from him doing such a fine job of fucking me, but from the sensation of his body, his cock, and knowing who he was, this boy.

When I screamed my pleasure, I meant it.  Like someone’s first time, I didn’t know if I would feel it this way again.  I was ready to encourage him with groans of, “Oh, Isaac… Isaac… please don’t stop…  Neuk me!  Neuk me!” but I was really saying them because of the excitement, the geilheid!

At first, he was very intent on doing things correctly.  His face held a very concentration, he could almost not look at me.  And when his lul fell out those times, he showed his embarrassment, like he was ashamed of not doing it right.  But I did my very best to ease his concern, telling it was fine, and that it always happens, stroked his body, and encouraged him to get it back inside me now! and gave groans of relief when he did.  But as I say, I really did want it back inside me!

Having klaargekomen not long before, he lasted longer than I expected him to, which was nice.  I did not attempt to take over the top position; I was enjoying his efforts and noises far too much to do so!

And when he came inside me, he went all stiff, except for his spasmen, his… stuiptrekkingen van extase.  His shooting gave me one more orgasm, too.  I held him as I shook, though I don’t know if he knew that I was vibrating or if he was!

I wrapped him tightly in me and stroked his back, he was not too heavy, waiting for him to regain a consciousness.  I don’t know how many minutes it took, but we were very comfortable.

With my attention fully on Isaac, I must say that I did not notice what Costa and Emma had been up to until after Isaac and I regained our senses.  That’s when I saw Emma lying atop Costa in such a way that I knew what they had done.

The cutest thing was, though… when both Isaac and Emma raised themselves back up at about the same time.  Isaac looked to Emma, and Emma looked to Isaac, and they kissed.  I had not seen them kiss before, and this was almost as hot as watching Isaac cum.  But, then again, perhaps more — because of their tenderness.  A love beyond brother to sister.

That was when I realized that I had taken Isaac’s virginity from Emma, if that had been their eventual goal.

It is rare that I am ashamed.

Helaas, pindakaas.

I signaled to Costa, and we all made better couples, again.  Costa holding me, and Isaac with Emma.

It was a quiet moment.  But only for one moment.  That was the time when we heard the garage door activated.

Mr. Ackerman had arrived home.

Costa and I didn’t panic, but the kids were up as if they were gestoken door een bij. They were off the bed and scrambled to find their clothes.  In fact, Isaac didn’t bother with his underwear or socks, just put his pants and his shirt on, and then he collected the pile of clothes on the floor — including ours.

I saw him give a look to Emma, and then she said, “Oh, yeah…!”  She picked up what remained, such as a sock or a shirt, and they both ran out of my room.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Costa called after them.  I had to figure, I’d watched them picking up my clothes, but I think that I thought they were just confused, or maybe going to help us and put our clothes on the bed for us — something other than taking our clothing and running out of the room!

Costa got off the bed and ran at the open doorway, only to hear the obvious noise of Mr. Ackerman tossing his keys in the key bowl, dropping his daypack on the kitchen table, and calling out, “I’m home!”  Mr. Ackerman doesn’t always do this, but no one was in sight, I suppose, so he announced his presence.

Costa leapt back from the doorway, not wanting to be caught naked, and hid with his back to the wall.  He mouthed the words to me, “What do we do?”

For a moment, neither of us knew what to do, and we wasted that moment in confusion.  Later on, Costa and I looked back and knew I could have gotten dressed in some other of my clothing, and Costa could at least have borrowed a pair of sweatpants, some socks, and a shirt that would have sufficed to get him out of the house, or at least to be seen in until we regained our clothing from the pranksters.  But that was not how it all went.

That would not have been as much fun!

Now, know that all three of the upstairs bedroom doors are quite visible from the tall-ceiling family room below; it was an open hallway and only the fencing kept the two kids from falling to their deaths as they ran past my door to the stairs.  Their arms were empty, so they had placed our clothing somewhere.  Mr. Ackerman had entered the living room, and I heard him drop a magazine onto the coffee table.

“Hi, Dad!” the kids greeted their father in unison as they ran down to him and gave him a hug.  I did not see that, but it happens every day.  Then I knew what to do.

“Hey, Ben,” I called down from my room.  “Costa is here with us,” I called again.  The bedroom door had been left open, so house rules had been followed.

“Hey, Mr. A,” Costa called down.  He waved his hand in the open doorway.

“Dinner is in the microwave,” I called down again, reminding Mr. Ackerman that food was more important than any reason he might have for coming up to visit me and Costa.

“Thank you,” he called back.  “What are you guys up to?” he said, but it was not directed up to me so I knew he was speaking to Isaac and Emma.

“Just playing a game,” Emma said.  “With Silke and Costa!”

“Alright, behave yourselves,” Mr. Ackerman said.  “And clean up around here.  What is all this junk?”

“It’s for the game,” Emma said.

“Ding Dongs?” Mr. Ackerman asked.  “How many did you have?”

“Just one,” Emma said.  “Each.”

“If just one, why is the box out here, eh?”  I could hear him swat one of the kids playfully with the box.  Then I could hear him walk back into the kitchen, likely taking the box of cakes with him.

Costa came over to me and sat behind me on the bed, wrapping his arms over my breasts.  We were waiting for the kids to return and put an end to their prank.  In a few minutes, the kids came back upstairs and then went back down.  Then they came up again and entered my room.  Costa and I were still naked, though I had covered my kut, just in case.

“Why did you take our clothing?” Costa and I both loudly whispered, “Where are our clothes?”

“It’s… a game,” Emma said.

“Very funny,” Costa gave them as he stood up.  “Now I need my clothes back or your dad is gonna kill me.”

“Can’t.  Can’t have them,” Isaac said.  “You have to win the game, for once.”

“What?”  I saw Costa take a deep breath, keeping his patience.

I realized then that their taking of our clothing was not a joke or a prank, and was also not an accident of panic.  They had a purpose for sneaking into my room — other than seeing our bodies and finding out if I had been properly geneukt and was still alive.

“You always lose on purpose,” Isaac reasoned.  “For once, you have to win.”

Concluded in Part 3

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