Alex Favorite

Life in La Fontaine

October 16, 2008

Life in La Fontaine
By
Alex Hawk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey. How come you’re home so early?”

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

“Oh, ok. Well, what’s up?”

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

“Oh, yes.” This was an ongoing saga.

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

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

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

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

“Ok.”

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

“Oh!” I considered this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a plus at least.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Behave, boy,” she said, sternly.

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

“Tomorrow morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glared.

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

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

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

“Well, here we are.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you, bitch.”

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

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

“So we gotta share?” Scooter asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

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

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

Scooter started unpacking his stuff as I watched.

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

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

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

“Yeah.” Scooter hugged me back.

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

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

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

“Fuck. You wish.”

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

“Yeah, ok.”

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

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

“What’s this?”

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

“Cool.”

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

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

“No kidding.”

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

“Yeah?”

“Is Peabo really gay?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t.”

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Your dad’s a fuckhead.”

He grinned a little. “Yeah, I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Oh, god, yes…”

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

“Parr?” he whispered between kisses.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gay, too?”

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

“Oh, ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Parr?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

He laughed. “I’d fuckin’ hope so!”

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Stuff?”

“You know… so you can fuck me?”

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

“Oh, yeah. You wanna fuck me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

“Hey.”

“Mmm… that feels good…”

“Yeah… let me make you cum, ok?”

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

“Ok, Dad,” I said.

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

I nodded. “Ok. Bring me a pizza.”

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

“Alright.”

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

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

“Yeah. Let’s get to it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm… well, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

“Where?”

“My bedroom.”

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Do you like it so far?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned. “Me, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Parr…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait?” I gasped.

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

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

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

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

“Well…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh… ok…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

“Well… yeah… but…”

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

“I don’t know…”

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Do you want me to be?”

Bobbi-Lee shrugged. “If you want.”

I put an arm around her. “Sure.”

“Cool.”

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

“Yeah, I said it did.”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

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

“Yeah. I’m glad you didn’t.”

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you can do it that way?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooooooh… oh, yes…”

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ms Beauchamps! It’s Parr.”

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

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

“Yes, he is. I’ll go get him.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bobbi-Lee.”

Peabo sounded amazed. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn! Not bad.”

“I’m doing Scooter, too.”

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

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

“You hear that?”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

“Ok.”

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

“What?”

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

“Right now?” he asked, looking around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aaaaah… okay…”

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

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

“Parr…? Oh… I… I’m cumming…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on. It’s a nice night outside.”

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

“Out here?”

“Yeah.”

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

“No, no. I’ve got an idea.”

“Ok.”

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

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

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

“Like this?”

“Yeah, now bend over a little.”

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah… felt nice, too.”

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

“Yeah.”

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

* * *

Two weeks went by…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

“So you still care about him?”

“Yeah.”

“Cause he’s your family.”

“Yeah.”

“Peabo’s still your cousin.”

“Yeah…”

“He’s still family, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What spot?” he asked, looking down.

“Right there,” I said, pointing.

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

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ever fuck anyone before?” I asked.

“No…”

“Good.”

“But, wait, Parr, I’m not…”

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

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

“It’s… goddamn…”

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

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

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

“You… you’ve fucked girls?”

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“A couple hours ago.”

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

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

“How?”

“Open your mouth.”

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

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

“There… what did you think?”

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

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

“Wow…” He began stroking me slowly.

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

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

“What’s it like…”

“Like this… only better…”

“Wow…”

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

“Yeah…” he whispered.

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

“Oh, god, yeah…”

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

“You will…?”

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Right, ok.”

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

“Do you want to?”

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

“Then, yes.”

“Cool.”

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I saw was even worse.

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

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

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

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

“Leroy.”

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

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

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

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

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

He glared at me. “Oh. It’s the fag.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighed. “Yeah… you should’ve.”

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

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

“What?”

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

Royce grinned. “Oh, yeah! Me, too!”

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

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

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

Royce shrugged. “I love your blowjobs.”

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

“I will,” I promised.

“Good.”

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

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

“Dinner’s ready!” Mom called out.

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

“Sure.”

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

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

“Yes.”

I shrugged. “Having a gay brother helps.”

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

I shrugged modestly.

“Just… don’t break his heart, ok?”

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

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

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

“Alright. Let’s get some food.”

“Peggy-Jean?”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too,” Royce said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah….”

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

“Yep.”

“I don’t know,” Scooter said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah… welcome to incest…”

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

“Sex is sex.”

“Yeah…”

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

Royce shrugged. “I guess.”

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

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

“Fuck, no.”

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

“Fuck, yeah.”

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

“Yeah.”

He made a face. “Ew.”

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

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

“If you want to.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys are really going to do it?”

“Yeah,” I said.

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

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

“Well, ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“Whatcha think?” I asked.

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

“You guess?”

“Well, she is my sister, and a girl.”

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

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

“I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scooter blushed, but didn’t say anything back.

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

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

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

“What?”

“Suck the other one.”

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

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

“No, it’s ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, ok.”

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

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

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

“Hey, Scoot?”

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

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

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

“Like being inside warm silk.”

“Cool.”

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

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

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

She giggled. “You’re so sweet, Parr.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm… ok, sure.”

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bobbi-Lee?” I said.

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Parr?”

“Yeah?”

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

“Oh. Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t mad or anything?”

“No, why would I be?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” I asked in surprise.

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

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

“It is.”

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about them?”

“You don’t got any.”

I rolled my eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you are.”

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

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

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

“So?”

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

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

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I missed it, too…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kept the visor.

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

Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one with a sucky hand. In fact Scooter and Royce were just about the same as me. Bobbi-Lee on the other hand had managed to put together a nice full house.

“Oh, so that’s how this is gonna go, eh?” I said with a grin as I pulled off my shirt.

“Yep,” Bobbi-Lee replied, shuffling the cards as her two bothers took their shirts off.

Looking at Royce’s rather magnificently shaped bare chest, I wasn’t able to restrain myself from leaning forward and licking and gently biting one of his nipples. Royce sucked in his breath a little and then looked at me with a faint smile and shook his head.

“Fag.”

“Like you care.”

“If I said I did, you wouldn’t blow me anymore.”

“Damn right.”

“IF we can POSSIBLY continue?” Scooter said.

“Yeah, yeah. Deal away, dear,” I said to Bobbi-Lee.

She dealt out the cards again. This time things went more my way. I ended up with two pair! Sadly, Royce ended up with a straight, which beat not only me, but his sister and brother as well.

Scooter and I both stood up and dropped our pants. This left him in boxers and me… well, I was wearing a thong. Don’t ask where I’d gotten it. It certainly drew everyone’s eyes. Mostly in horror, but still.

Then Bobbi-Lee slowly pulled her t-shirt up off her body, giving Royce his first look at his sister’s small, but developing, breasts. Again, unable to resist, and now wanting to make Royce jealous as hell, I leaned forward and, just like I had with him, gently licked and nibbled on one of his sister’s nipples.

Royce glared. “If y’all’re trying to make me jealous, it’s workin’,” he said, the Southern creeping hard into his voice.

“No one says you can’t do it, too,” I pointed out.

His facial expression changed abruptly. “Can I?” he whispered.

I shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong person.”

“Can I, Bobbi-Lee?” he pleaded with his sister.

“Ok, if you want.”

Royce stood up and almost tripped walking around to the other side of the table. He reached a hand out and cupped one of his sister’s small breasts. Then he leaned down and gently kissed the erect nipple, sucking it very lightly. Bobbi-Lee smiled purred a little, obviously enjoying the stimulation.

I leaned down and began sucking her other nipple as one of my hands drifted down to the waistband of her jeans. Once there I unbuttoned and unzipped them, slipping my hand inside to rub at my cousin’s vagina.

This got another delighted little purr from Bobbi-Lee and she pulled my face up to hers, kissing me as she moved her free hand around to cup Royce’s ass. From the way she was now grinding her vagina against my hand, it was becoming pretty clear the strip poker game was already over.

Scooter was watching all this in amazement. “So, what? The game’s done before it gets started?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Now get naked.”

Scooter looked at the scene before him, shrugged and promptly began undressing. Once he was nude he moved towards me, dropped to his knees and began the task of freeing my penis from my jeans. Once it was out he wrapped his mouth around it. It felt good. REALLY good. Scooter had gotten a lot better at giving head since he’d started living here, not that he was bad to start with.

It was at about this point that I suggested we all simply get out of our clothes. We stood up and within moments all of us were naked. It was kind of interesting. Scooter kept his eyes almost entirely on me, while Royce kept his on his sister. Bobbi-Lee and I kept looking at both boys and each other. It was weird, but nice.

We all sat down on the couch, more or less. Bobbi-Lee and Royce began making out with each other, while I began blowing Royce as Scooter started sucking me off. From there I had a nice view of Royce’s finger slipping up inside his sister’s vagina. I grinned around my mouthful of penis, pleased that Royce was finally getting to do what he’d wanted to do for so long.

A few moments later Scooter nudged me aside and began going down on his brother. I sat back on the other end of the couch, masturbating as I watched my three cousins being incestual with each other. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen!

Then I guess Bobbi-Lee decided there was no time like the present. She whispered something to her brother who pulled his finger out of her. Then, still kissing him, she straddled his waist so that his penis was rubbing against her vagina. Scooter had moved up and out of the way and was sitting on the couch on the other side of his siblings from where I was, but he kept his hand around his brother’s erection.

“Are you ready, Royce?” Bobbi-Lee asked.

“Oh, yeah… fuck, yeah…”

“Fuck? Yeah…” With that Bobbi-Lee shifted slightly and pressed downward, lowering her twelve-year-old vagina down onto her brother’s fifteen-year-old virgin penis. Scooter had been holding Royce’s erection steady, but once he was all the way inside, Scooter let go and moved over to join me on the other side of the couch.

Bobbi-Lee continued to kiss her brother as she moved up and down on his penis. I started to realize she wanted this as much as he did. I wondered if the two of them would’ve ever had sex with each other had I not come along. Probably, I figured now.

While I watched his brother and sister have sex with each other, Scooter lowered his mouth down onto my penis. I was so aroused I knew he probably wouldn’t be able to do that too long before I wound up giving him a sperm mouthwash. However, I was determined that I wouldn’t cum before Royce did. I gritted my teeth and watched my cousins fornicate, hoping I wasn’t going to have to wait too long.

As it turned out it was less than a minute later that Royce began moaning rather loud and pushed so hard into his sister that he was lifting her clear off the couch. I pictured his penis twitching inside her as he came. I was so taken by the image that I was only barely aware of my own orgasm hitting and flooding Scooter’s mouth with my sperm. Scooter himself still hadn’t cum yet but that was taken care of with, to my surprise, a few moments effort by Royce’s mouth.
The rest of the night was spent in happy, sexual bliss. We were only barely aware of the clock chiming midnight, ushering in 2006 while Royce was fucking me and Scooter was fucking Bobbi-Lee. Sexually, I knew 2006 was likely to be even more interesting than 2005 had been!

* * *

Our New Year’s orgy was the only time all four of us were together. Oh, we still had sex with each other, but mostly it was Scooter and I having sex and Bobbi-Lee and Royce having sex. Threesomes weren’t uncommon, either, but we didn’t all get together in one place for sex ever again.

It was in late January that we finally told our parents I’d gotten Bobbi-Lee pregnant. They were pissed, to put it mildly. I reckoned I’d never end up getting out of the doghouse they put me in. Naturally no one blamed Bobbi-Lee for the situation. No, it was just me, evil little Parr who had defiled an innocent girl.

We did NOT tell them about any of the other sexploits. I think my dad at least had an inkling that there was more than what he’d been told. He’d been a member of the Boy’s Club when he was younger, after all. But if he knew, he didn’t say.

Also in January, La Fontaine’s schools began to reopen. It was weird being back in class again after so long away. School hadn’t started when Katrina had hit, so I hadn’t been in school since last June.

On the other hand, as I sat there in school on my first day, I noticed plenty of boys and girls that I was determined to have. I concentrated on the boys cause they were easier, and by the end of March, I’d rebuilt the Boy’s Club with a membership of five. Not too shabby!

In April we were finally able to start rebuilding our house. All of us pitched in, even Bobbi-Lee, despite the fact that was really starting to show at this point. It took the better part of two months, but we finally got the house back up enough to live in.

As soon as we moved into there, Bobbi-Lee, Royce and Scooter took over the trailer we’d been living in. Only I knew that more often than note, Royce’s bed went unslept in and Bobbi-Lee’s bedsprings got more use than other people might’ve expected.

This arrangement also gave Aunt Peggy-Jean some semblance of privacy, which ended up being good since she’d began dating again. Her new beau, a Yankee named Ross, was a really nice guy and I hoped they stuck together.

Peabo came back to live with us in June. He planned to stay through the summer and then he’d go back up to Seattle to be with Ramble. The two of them really seemed to love each other. I hoped to someday find something like that myself.

In early July, Bobbi-Lee went into labor. She was thirteen now, and I was fourteen on the day our little baby girl was born in La Fontaine General Hospital. She was a beautiful girl and after much discussion we finally settled on name. Katrina.

Now it’s a year since our world was turned upside down. We’ve started construction on another house on our property to hold my cousins, their mother and my daughter. It was a little slower going because both Scooter and Royce now had part-time jobs, though Royce still managed to find time to have sex with his sister, and I had a notion that it wouldn’t be long before Katrina had a half-brother or half-sister.

Life in La Fontaine still ain’t what it was before the hurricane hit. There’s still a lot of closed businesses and lots of people still don’t have work, but we carry on. The town had been damaged during the Civil War, and downtown had been gutted in a fire that followed a race riot back in 1959. We’d recovered from that, and we’d recover from this.

As they say, the South shall rise again!

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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A Matter of Survival
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“Crap, this sucks,” came Mikey’s voice over the radio.

I held my silence. It sucked, yes. But I didn’t want to say anything, lest I wound up distracting Abe from his job of flying the small plane we were all in.

Outside there was a nasty raging storm that seemed to have blown out of nowhere. It wasn’t snowing, which was a mercy, but it was raining really hard and the wind was really strong.

We’d taken off about three hours ago from Prince Rupert in British Columbia where we lived, and were flying up Juneau, Alaska to visit our dad over Easter. Originally our parents had planned for us to take a commercial flight, but Abe was a friend of the family and owned a small plane, so he offered to fly us up. Things had been going well until the storm, which had come up out of the north-east about an hour ago and now we were in serious shit.

“Hang on, kids,” Abe said. “This is going to get rough.”

I was sitting in the back and Mikey was up in the front seat. He was my twin brother. We were both fourteen and this was our first time flying. With luck, it wouldn’t be our last.

Suddenly the whole plane shook to one side and began vibrating horribly. I don’t know if it was Mikey or me that screamed first, but we were both doing it. Then over the sound of our screaming came the horrible sound of silence as the engine coughed once and died.

“Oh, hell,” muttered Abe. He began flipping switches and trying to contact help over the radio. Then he looked around at us.

“Ok, we’re going down. I’m going to try to bring us in as soft as I can. Mikey, when I tell you to, pop your door so that it doesn’t jam if the frame warps. Kathy, you make sure you’re buckled in. Both of you, once we’re on the ground, grab the survival kits and we’ll get out of here.”

In stunned silence, both of us nodded.

An eerie silence settled over the plane for the next couple minutes. My ears popped as we lost altitude. I looked at Mikey’s scared face and held out my hand to him. He took his hand in mine and smiled weakly at me.

“Ok…” Abe said looking around. “Get ready to pop the door… ready… now!”

Mikey and Abe both hit the locks on the doors. The wind held them closed, mostly, but some wind also blew into the cabin.

“Right! Brace yourselves!” called out Abe.

As we went down, I kept my eyes locked on Mikey. I loved my twin brother dearly, and if I was about to die, I wanted him to be the last thing I saw. Of course, it would’ve helped if he’d been looking back at me, instead of being curled up in a crash position, but I took what I could get.

Then, suddenly, I was aware of Mikey shaking me and calling my name. I looked up at him, focusing blurrily.

“Kathy! Oh, thank god. I thought you might be…” He shook his head. “Come on, we have to get out of here. The plane’s on fire!”

“What?” I looked around. “Are we… we’re on the ground?”

“Yeah. You got hit on the head.”

“Oh.” My brain felt thick. That would explain why, and probably would explain why I didn’t remember us hitting the ground.

“Come on! Grab the survival kits.”

“Ok.” I reached down and grabbed one of the kits, handing it to Mikey. He tossed it out the door. As I handed him the other one, I looked at Abe, and then wished I hadn’t. He had a piece of metal sticking through one side of his head and out the other. Clearly he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hand me the rifle,” Mikey said. “Hurry!”

I handed him the rifle in the back of the plane and a box of ammo. Then, aware of how hot it was getting inside the plane, I grabbed the last two bundles in the back and, with Mikey, scrambled out of the airplane. He grabbed the two survival kits and we sprinted as far away from the plane as we could. About ten seconds after we got clear a terrific blast tore through the air. I saw a bit of propeller whiz over my head and embed itself in a tree. We both hit the dirt.

We laid there in the muddy ground, breathing hard. Mikey looked over at me, his red cap wet and dirty.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah… just a nasty headache,” which was an understatement. “You?”

“Yeah.”

We stood up and looked at the rapidly dying flames that were all that remained of the plane and Abe. I felt bad that he was dead. I hadn’t known him well. He was my Mom’s friend. He seemed nice, though.

Mikey looked at the bundles in my hands. “That’s a tent,” he said pointing to the one in my left hand. “The other one is a sleeping bag, I think. Is there only one?”

I looked. “Uh… yeah. I don’t know if there were more in the plane.

“Probably not. Abe usually flew alone.”

“Ok.” I took a breath. “So now what?”

Mikey shivered. “We got a find a place to put the tent up and get it up, or we’re going to freeze.”

I nodded. It was probably only a little bit above freezing and it was only a few hours until nighttime, though with the clouds it likely wouldn’t make a difference. “Alright. Let’s go that way,” I said, pointing.

“Why that way?”

“Why not?”

“Ok.”

We walked for about five minutes, just long enough to get away from the plane. We eventually found a very small clearing with some flattish ground. It wasn’t much, but it would be something.

We opened up the bag with the tent. Inside was a small, plastic tarp. I began to spread that out on the ground to give us a dry surface to work with. Meantime, Mikey rooted around inside the survival kits and eventually found a small, hand-cranked lamp. Soon it was glowing and, working together, we began to put the tent together. It took a good twenty minutes, but at the end we had a nice shelter constructed.

Quickly we tossed our gear inside and then tossed ourselves in. Mikey hung the lamp from a small hook at the top of the tent and, for the first time in several hours, I felt myself begin to relax a little.

Grinning a little, and looking as tired as I felt, Mikey said, “Well… we made it.”

“Yeah…” I winced a little and rubbed at my head.

“Here, let me look at you.”

“Ok.”

Mikey got up on his knees and looked at my head. “Well… I don’t see… oh. Does this hurt?” He poked a small spot on the back of my head.

“Ow! Yes!”

“That must’ve been where you hit something. It’s a lump. Not a big one, though. Let me see if there’s some aspirin in here. That’ll reduce the swelling.”

“Ok.”

As Mikey rooted through the two survival kits I looked around the tent. That was easy. It took about two seconds. It was about ten feet long, about five feet wide and about four feet high. Not big at all. Still, it would do for the two of us.

“Oh, good. A first-aid kit.” Mikey opened it up and found a bottle of aspirin. He took out two and a bottle of water, then handed them to me.

“Thanks.” I swallowed the aspirin and drank down the water. Almost instantly I felt better, though I knew that was probably just psychological.

“So… now what?” Mikey said.

I sighed. “I don’t know. I guess we wait a few days until we get rescued. Is there a radio in the kit or anything?”

“Oh, hey, I didn’t think to check.” Mikey rumbled around again. Then he frowned. “No.”

“Shit,” I said, succinctly. “Well… I guess we wait a few days and see what happens. We should stay near the crash site. If nothing else in the morning we might find some stuff there. At the very least, being near it will help us to get spotted by any rescue teams.”

“You think any will come?”

“Yeah. They have to, right? I mean, I heard Abe sending out a distress signal.”

“Yeah.”

I reached out and picked up the survival kits and began rooting through them myself. There wasn’t a lot, but what there was, was good. There was some water, some water purifying tablets, a lot of matches, some fishing line, some hooks, a compass, a couple sharp knives, a multi-tool, a first aid kit and a few other things. Nothing much, but it would certainly help keep us alive if we were out here for a while.

“Well… this is fun,” I said after a bit. I looked at my watch. It was almost five. “I’m not tired enough to sleep yet.”

“Me, either. Oh, and there’s only one sleeping bag. It’s big enough for us both, though, and since it’s going to be cold as fuck, we’re going to have to share it.”

“Yeah,” I said nodding. “Well, better that than dead.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” He looked at the rifle. “We got this, at least. If we’re out here long enough I can go hunting or something. We got about two-hundred rounds.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah.”

The lamp had started to dim. Mikey reached up and gave it a few cranks and it glowed bright again.

“I found a deck of cards, by the way,” he said as he sat down. “You wanna play Twenty-One or War or something? It’ll keep us from getting real bored.”

“Yeah, ok.”

Mikey shuffled the cards and began to deal them. We started out with playing Twenty-One, then went on to War and finally poker. It wasn’t really all that fun, but it was better than nothing and before I realized it, we’d gotten to a little after eight.

I found myself yawning, even though it was nowhere near my normal bedtime. It had been a pretty stressful day. Once we were done with the hand we were playing, I suggested to Mikey it was time to get some sleep. He agreed.

We gathered all the supplies back into their kit cases and then unrolled the sleeping bag. As Mikey had said, it would easily be big enough for both of us. We took off the coats we’d been wearing and our shoes and then got into the sleeping bag.

This was when I realized that “big enough for two” was a subjective statement. We’d fit in here, sure, but there was no way we were going to be able to avoid rubbing up against each other. Oh, well. At least that would help keep us warm.

I began to realize just how warm about an hour or so later. Mikey had been tossing and turning as we tired to fall asleep and finally he said, “Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I am really warm. Do you care if I take off my shirt?”

“No, it’s cool.”

“Ok.”

Mikey sat up and took off his shirt. I could dimly see him in the faint light coming from outside the tent. He set it aside and got back under the blanket.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I tried to drift off to sleep, but at one point I felt Mikey’s back come into contact with my bare arm. A little shiver went through me. The touch of his skin on mine was so hot it was like fire. Not in a bad way, though.

I had been about to fall asleep but the contact with Mikey’s bare back was enough to wake me back up. I’d never actually slept with anyone before. It was kind of nice, but I could see it was going to be hard to get used to knowing that someone else could touch me at any point.

I was also starting to feel even warmer than I had before. So I sat up, saw that Mikey was asleep and, not wanting to bother him, didn’t ask before I took my shirt off. I was still wearing my bra, which wasn’t real comfortable, but at least I was going to be cooler. Then I snuggled back under the blanket and, after a bit, fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up with a start in the morning. The tent was filled with a bright, glowing light. I rolled over and saw Mikey sleeping next to me. The sleeping bag had fallen down a little and most of his bare chest was exposed.

I reached over and placed my hand on his chest, shaking him. “Mikey… wake up.”

“Murpgl,” he mumbled. Then opened his eyes. “Oh, hey…” He squinted in the bright light of the tent.

“Yeah, I know, it’s real bright in here.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey looked at me and grinned. “Nice bra, Kathy.”

Rolling my eyes I pulled on my shirt, shivering a little as I did. It had been on the floor near the tent wall and was really cold. Mikey pulled on his shirt, too. We then got our shoes, socks and jackets on, then unzipped the tent.

We stepped out into a world of white.

“Oh… must’ve snowed last night,” said Mikey, King of Obviousland.

“Still is a little,” I pointed out.

“Yeah.” He shivered. “We’d better build a fire.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Moving around slowly in the morning cold, we began gathering up some sticks and twigs and a few larger branches. Mikey had done some time in the Boy Scouts and had a fair idea how to build a fire using green wood.

Once we had the wood gathered, we cleared out some space and began to assemble the fire. Soon Mikey had a decent blaze going. We sat around it, feeling sensation returning to our limbs.

Mikey went back into the tent long enough to get us some food. We ate it. It wasn’t much. Just some high calorie protein bars. They’d keep us going, though. We also drank some snowmelt that we’d put into a collapsible bucket. We wanted to be careful to preserve the water supply we had brought with us.

Once we were done eating, Mikey said, “Toss some more wood on the fire, and then we should probably go check out the airplane.”

I really didn’t want to do that, but he was right that it was a good idea. Before we left, Mikey grabbed a collapsible shovel that had come with the survival kit. I didn’t ask him what it was for. I had an idea, but I didn’t want to think about it.

Once we got to the plane, we looked around the site trying to find whatever we could in the way of supplies. There wasn’t much. Little bits here and there, including an entirely intact towel, but that was it.

Then there was what was left of Abe. It wasn’t much and it was pretty black. I tried not to look at it or think about it. I did help Mikey dig a hole in the mostly frozen ground, and helped him cover the body with dirt and rocks and snow. But I didn’t move it into the hole. No, Mikey did that, wrapping his hands in the towel we found and burying that with him.

After Abe was buried, we walked back to the little camp we’d set up. I took a few moments to duck behind some trees and take care of some business. Mikey went to a different set of trees for the same thing, then we met back at the fire.

After some minor discussion we decided to see if we could find a source of freshwater and maybe a place to fish. Taking the compass, a bucket and our fishing gear, we went out in search. Mikey also took the rifle. Just in case.

“You know,” I said as we walked. “It’s actually kind of nice out here, once you get past all the problems.”

Mikey nodded. Like any good Canadian kids we had a decent appreciation of the great outdoors.

We walked west for about twenty minutes before we came across a river. It wasn’t very big. It was probably only about fifteen feet across and probably only a couple feet deep, but it was a source of fresh water. To make matters even better, I could already spot the silvery flash of fish.

I strung up a couple hooks and cast my line out into the water with a bit of our food provisions as bait. While I did that, Mikey tromped upstream a little to see if he could find any animals we could eat.

It turned out to be pretty productive, at least on my end. I did at one point hear the crack of the rifle, but when Mikey came back to where I was, he was empty handed. Apparently he’d shot at a rabbit, but it had got away.

I’d been a bit more lucky. I’d managed to reel in four fish. I could’ve easily snagged more, but I figured it was best to not get greedy and catch more than we could eat in a day or two.

We walked back to the camp; Mikey carrying the rifle and the fish. I was carrying our bucket filled with fresh water. Once we got back to the camp, we stoked up the fire and began cleaning the fish. Right after that, we made up our minds that, in the future, we’d only do that down at the river.

Once our food was cooked we sat back and ate it. It was… ok. I liked fish, but I really only liked it with a bit of seasoning. Nice and complete though the survival kits were, they didn’t have much in the way of herbs and spices.

It was only noon by the time we were done eating. We killed another hour gathering up some firewood, making sure we had a good supply. There was a small axe inside the survival kit which made it much easier than it otherwise would’ve been.

Then… we sat around the fire doing nothing.

I tossed a stick into the fire. “Well… this is boring.”

“Yeah.”

“You still dating Jenny Mertz?” I asked after a bit.

“What? Oh, no. We broke up back a month ago.”

“That’s too bad. Why?”

Mikey said, “She decided she wanted someone else.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“You ever get any from her?”

Mikey looked surprised. “What kind of question is that for a girl to ask her brother?”

I shrugged. “I’m bored and slightly cold and any distraction is welcome.”

“Even talking about your brother’s lack-of-a-sex life?”

I shrugged again. “Any port in a storm.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. Well, no, as a matter of fact I didn’t get any from her or anyone else. The most I’ve ever done is kissing. You?”

“Same here,” I lied. I hadn’t even kissed a boy. “Once we get out of here, though, I’m going to make damn sure I get a boyfriend.” That was true.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, me, too. Well, a girlfriend for me.”

We killed an hour swapping dirty jokes and then spent some time just wandering around, exploring the area, though being careful to never get too far away from the camp. We saw some birds, and some animal tracks, but what we didn’t see was any sign of any rescue planes. We figured they’d be along eventually.

As it began to get dark, I said, “Do we douse the fire, or keep it going?”

Mikey frowned. “Well… good question. If we let it burn, people might see it. If we put it out, though, no risk of a forest fire.”

“People would certainly see THAT,” I said.

Mikey nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t really wanna burn to death.”

“There is that,” I conceded.

“Well… let’s stay up until, say, an hour after dark. That way someone might see the light from the fire. After that we can douse it and go to bed.”

“Ok.”

We stayed up for about an hour telling ghost stories and taking turns winding up the lamp so that it would have as much power as possible. We figured we’d probably be awake at least another couple hours once we were inside the tent.

The fired had burned kind of low by the time we were ready for bed, so it was a sample matter to toss some dirt on top and make sure it was completely out. Then, with one last look at the cloudy sky, completely devoid of planes, we went inside.

Once in the tent, we lit the lamp and started playing cards again. Frankly, it was boring as hell. But it was better than nothing. I really wished we had something more interesting to do with our time, though.

“We should probably get to sleep,” Mikey said after a couple hours.

“Yeah.”

We made ready to get into the sleeping bag. Mikey said, “Hey. Since it was real warm in there last night, do you care if I just take my shirt off right now?”

“Not really.”

“Thanks.”

Mikey pulled off his shirt. I got into the sleeping bag and watched him as he moved around the tent, getting everything ready for bed. He had a really nice body, I noticed. Not like really muscled or anything, but nicely shaped. A couple of my friends had major crushes on him. I never knew why, and still didn’t, really, but I began to approach an understanding.

Once everything was squared away, Mikey got into the sleeping bag next to me. He whispered, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I replied, and fell right to sleep.

Well, that’d been the plan anyhow.

Instead I laid there on my side, eyes closed, trying to sleep. I found myself unable to. I kept thinking about our situation and what a bitch it was. I wondered how long it would be before we were rescued, if we ever were. Maybe we’d eventually have to walk out of here.

I also started to get really warm, just as I did last night. Finally I took off my shirt. Mikey made no sounds or movement next to me as I did so. He was entirely sacked out. I was envious as hell. Oh, well. I’d be asleep soon enough.

As I settled back down into the sleeping bag, Mikey mumbled something and turned over. One of his arms flopped out and draped itself over my body. I was really already too warm to want him putting his arm around me like that, but it felt very comforting. Like my twin brother would take care of me. Nothing really bad could happen as long as we were together.

With that happy thought, I closed my eyes again and finally fell asleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Mikey already up and out of the sleeping bag, pulling on his shirt. Seeing me, he smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Mph.”

“Did you sleep ok?”

“I guess,” I mumbled, rolling onto my back.

“Nice bra,” Mikey said, tossing my shirt onto my face.

“Thanks.” I sat up and pulled my shirt on.

We went through basically the same routine as we had the day before. Thankfully, it was warmer today than it had been yesterday and the snow had started to melt. By noon it was probably about 45 degrees! Frickin’ balmy!

During the day, Mikey managed to shoot one of the rabbits he’d seen yesterday. I caught us another few fish. Our food gathering done early, we took a few minutes to split up and go to separate parts of the creek to clean up before lunch.

Washing in an icy cold mountain stream is just about as much fun as it sounds. I basically took off an item of clothing, washed myself, put the clothing back on, shivered for a few minutes, then did the next bit of me. It sucked, but I knew I had to keep as clean as I could.

I walked back to where Mikey was. As I got to within visual range, I saw him sitting at the edge of the creek doing something odd. His pants seemed to be open and his hand was moving rapidly on his lap.

I stood there, concealed by a bush, watching Mikey do whatever the hell it was he was doing. Whatever it was, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and his mouth was open. It kind of put me mind of what it as like when I… would… finger… oh…

I started to blush. My twin brother was masturbating! I knew boys masturbated, but I had never actually seen it before. I felt grossed-out, curious, embarrassed and interested all at the same time.

I’d never really thought about Mikey as a boy before. I mean, I knew he was a boy, but I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. My sweet, twin brother who was always there for me. Now I was starting to realize on more than just an intellectual level that he was, in fact, a boy.

Mikey kept rubbing at himself for another minute or so. Then I heard him stifle a little moan and his whole body shook for a moment. Then he sat back, breathed deep, washed his hand off in the creek and began to zip up.

I ducked back out of sight for a moment, my heart thudding over what I’d just seen. It had been… very… odd. I didn’t dislike it, though.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and stepped out into view, saying, “Hey, Mikey.”

Startled my brother looked up. “Oh, hey, Kathy.”

“All clean?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Let’s have lunch.”

The rest of the passed pretty uneventfully. We ate our lunch, spent quite a bit of time gathering up firewood, ate our dinner, then retired to the tent for a couple hours of boring card play before we both ditched our shirts and went to sleep.

Yeah… life was just that exciting.

* * *

Mikey and I settled into a nice routine. We’d wake up, have a small amount of food from the kits for breakfast, build the fire up real nice, and then go hunting/fishing. After that, we’d have lunch, then pick up firewood. Then dinner. Once we’d eaten, we’d talk by the fire for a while, then retire to the tent, play cards, and go to bed.

After the first week was done, I was about to slit my wrists with boredom. Pity the survival kits hadn’t included a razor.

On the ninth day I woke up in a far darker tent than I was used to. I looked at my watch. The sun should’ve been up for over an hour, but it was still pretty dim in here. I got out of the sleeping bag, pulled my shirt on, then opened up the tent flap.

Outside it was white. Almost pure white. I could dimly see trees, the remnants of our fire pit and could easily see the woodpile we’d gathered. But everything else was covered under at least a foot of fresh snow, and it was still falling hard.

“Mikey,” I said going back into the tent and shaking him. “Mikey, wake up.”

“Mmmm… what?” He blinked up at me.

“It’s snowing. A lot.”

Mikey sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “It is?”

“Yeah.”

Still shirtless, he went over and opened up the tent flap. He looked out for a few moments then said, “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey sat back down after closing the tent flap. Shivering a little, he pulled on his shirt.

“Well… that fucks our plans for today. I don’t want to go wandering around and get lost in this stuff. Plus there’s no way we can build a fire.”

“Yeah. Well, we have enough food in here we can live off our rations for a while.”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to do that more than we need to. But I guess we need to.”

“Yeah. We should at least try to knock some of the snow off the tent. It’ll make it lighter and warmer in here.”

Mikey nodded. “Ok. Let’s get dressed, then.”

We kitted ourselves up and grabbed the collapsible shovel. Thirty minutes of effort later, and we had not only knocked the snow off the tent, we’d also dug a nice little path to a thicket of trees where we could use the bathroom. On my suggested, we also took a length of fluorescent string, tied one end to the tent and the other end to one of the trees. That way we wouldn’t get lost if the snow was really bad.

Then we had a largely cold breakfast with some cold water into which we mixed some flavored vitamin enriched drink mix. That would make up for the fact that we weren’t going to be eating fresh food today.

After that… well, what was there to do? Boredom was bad enough on days when we could be outside the tent. Today, though, it was really sucking. We both wound up taking a nap, but that only lasted for an hour or two.

Once we were done with lunch, we passed another few hours with, you guessed it, playing cards. We’d taken to using small pebbles as currency to make it more interesting when we played poker (which we’d began to play after War, Twenty-One, Go Fish, Old Maid, and something I swear Mikey made up called Cripple Mister Onion), but even that wasn’t enough to sustain my interest for the whole afternoon.

By the time we were done with dinner, it was pretty clear to me there was no hope. I fell back onto the sleeping bag, my eyes rolled back into my head.

“Something wrong?” Mikey asked, shuffling the cards.

“I’m dead,” I said.

“What killed you?”

“Boredom.”

Mikey laughed. “Well, we can-”

“Don’t!” I sat up. “Don’t mention cards! I am SO SICK of playing cards.”

Shrugging, my brother said, “You got anything else to do?”

“No,” I confessed.

“At least we’re getting good at it.”

“Yeah.”

“Just wish we had some real money or something. Playing for pebbles isn’t really interesting. There’s no stakes or anything.”

Laughing, I said, “Well, we could always play Strip Poker!”

Mikey giggled. “Do you want to?”

I opened my mouth intending to say no, but then I realized that it would likely be a solution to boredom, at least for a while. Shrugging, I said, “Well… I will if you will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey thought about it while he shuffled his cards. “Well… ok. At least it’ll keep us from being bored for a bit.”

With a laugh, I said, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Grinning, Mikey began to deal the cards. “Ok, let’s do this!”

I sat down across from my brother, feeling a little nervous at what we were about to do. I didn’t know why I was feeling that way, but I was.

Mikey dealt out the cards. I looked mine over. I had a pair of sixes, then also a three, a five and a nine. Not much, but I could keep the sixes. I sent the other three cards back. I got a four, a jack and a nine in trade.

Mikey sent back two of his cards. Then he looked up at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” Mikey set down his cards. “Two tens.”

I set down mine. “Two sixes.”

“Oh, ok. Well, I guess I win the first one, then.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I replied, pulling my shirt off, leaving me in my bra.

“Whatever you say,” Mikey said with an evil chuckle.

My brother dealt out more cards. This time I ended up with, to my happiness, two jacks in addition to two threes. I already had two pair! Grinning a little, I sent back the single eight that I had and got a two in return. Well, the pairs were still good.

Mikey sent back three of his cards, and then smirked. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I set down my two pairs.

Mikey’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well, I had three-of-a-kind, but I guess two pair beats that.”

“Yes, it does.”

Shrugging, Mikey pulled his t-shirt off. He really did have a pretty nice looking chest, I thought, as I watched him dealing out the cards. I wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Well, with luck, I’d get to see pretty soon.

This time I knew as soon as I looked at the cards I wasn’t going to have much of anything. I had… well, it was sad what I had. Suffice to say I sent back everything except for one ace, and in the end even that wasn’t going to save me.

Mikey had a huge smirk on his face. It was pretty obvious that no matter what I had, he was going to pretty well kick my ass. So I was prepared for the worst when he set down his cards. Sure enough, he had a full house.

Then I cheered up. Yeah, he had a full house, but a simple pair would’ve beaten my hand. I set it down.

“Oh… that’s… bad,” Mikey said with some sympathy in his voice.

“Yeah, it could’ve been better,” I admitted as I stood up and pulled off my jeans, leaving me in my bra and panties. Nothing Mikey hadn’t seen before in the last couple days, but, well, I knew there was something different in the air right now. If nothing else I was one loss away from Mikey seeing at least one part of my more private areas.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. I paid particular attention to my hand this time. Mikey had on his pants, underwear and socks (we were counting those for him but not for me, since I had my bra). He could still lose and show nothing important. I didn’t have that option.

At first I thought I didn’t have much of anything. But then I started looking closely and realized that I was sitting on top of a three, a four, a six, a seven and an eight. I only needed a five and I’d be almost unbeatable! With a sense of great hope I sent back my two and got back… another three. Aw, hell…

Mikey, however, didn’t look too terribly confident. Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready. What you got?”

Sighing, I placed down my pair of threes.

“Oh… well… that’s bad, yeah,” my twin brother said. “But, ah, actually, mine’s worse.” He put down a pair of twos.

Thank you, god, I thought to myself as Mikey took off his socks.

Out went the cards once more. This time it ended with another reprieve for me as my three eights beat Mikey’s three sixes. Sighing deeply he stood up and pulled down his jeans, leaving him just in his underwear. As he sat down, I could clearly see what was obviously his penis tenting up inside.

A thrill of excitement went through me. At the end of the next hand, no matter who won, one of us would be showing Forbidden Flesh. Naturally, I hoped it would be Mikey.

Tension filled the tent, which despite the cold outside now felt quite warm after hours of us being in here with the snow insulating us. Mikey dealt the cards once more and I picked up mine.

I was staring at a real good potential here, I thought. I already had a pair of kings. That was good. To make matters better, I also had an ace. The four and the seven were just icing on the cake.

I kept the kings and the ace. In return I got back another ace, a seven and a nine. Well, that was two pair. That was fine.

Grinning widely, Mikey said, “Well! You ready?”

Now feeling a little nervous, I said, “Yeah…?”

Mikey put down his cards. “Full house,” he said, proudly.

“Oh, hell,” I muttered as I set down my two pairs. “Fine, I guess you win that one.”

“Yes, I do.”

Sighing, but knowing I had no real choice, I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, pulling it forward and setting it aside. If nothing else it DID feel to get it off me for the first time in a while. Of course, it also left me bare-breasted in front of my twin brother. Somehow I didn’t think that bothered him any.

“So, uh,” Mikey began, trying not to be obvious about staring at my chest. “What… uhm… what do we do after the next hand?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, one of us is going to be naked.”

“Oh.” I thought about it. “Well… we’ll worry about that later, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Out went the cards yet again. I regarded mine with a cautious air. I had a pair of aces, which wasn’t a bad start. I also had a three, a nine and a queen. It was kind of a no-brainer to send back the three, nine and queen. In return I got a jack, a ten and a king. I was left with a pair of aces. I frowned. Well, this wasn’t the best of things.

Mikey grinned widely. “You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, and getting ready to be nude, I said, “Yeah.”

Mikey slapped down his cards. “Straight. Flush. Beat THAT!”

Shrugging, I said, “I can’t,” and plopped down my two aces.

Mikey looked at my cards. “What? I wasted a straight flush on THAT?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… oh, well.” He looked at me expectantly.

I stood up and, without any ceremony, pulled my panties down, kicking them aside. Now fully nude I sat back down on the floor of the tent, my legs closed. I wasn’t about to give Mikey THAT good of a view.

“So… now what?” Mikey asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno. We can keep playing, if you want.”

“Ok. If I lose I ditch my underwear, but what if you lose?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

Mikey considered this for a moment. “Well, how about if I win, you have to open your legs? So I can really, you know, get a look?”

“I guess that’s fair,” I said. I didn’t want the game to stop, after all. Not only was I kind of curious to see what Mikey looked like naked, I also wanted to stave off any further boredom.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. This time, once the smoke had cleared, I was left with a pair of jacks and a pair of threes. This made me feel a little more cheerful. Then Mikey put down a full house.

I glared at my twin brother. “That’s it. I’m dealing from now on.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s ok if you want.”

“I do.”

“Ok.” He handed me the cards. “Time to pay up.”

I crossed my legs under me, in the so-called “Indian style”. It was actually kind of comfortable this way, and it did give my brother a decent view of my vagina. “How’s this?” I asked.

“Good,” Mikey said in a soft voice. I saw the tent-pole under his underwear twitch slightly.

I shuffled the cards, really, really well, and then dealt them out. I was left with, to my happiness, three fours, a five and a ten. Not much thinking was required to get rid of the five and the ten. I got back a two and another five. Oh, well. Three-of-a-kind was still pretty decent.

“Alright,” I said, “What you got, Mikey?”

Shyly, Mikey put down three sixes. “Just these.”

I glared at my twin brother. “You know, Mikey, I really hate you right now,” I said as I put down my three fours.

Mikey laughed. He’d won a lot. It was easy for him. “Sorry,” he said with a little grin.

“No, you aren’t.”

“You’re right.”

I glared again. “So… since I lost… what do I do now?”

“Penalties for losing?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok.” Mikey thought. “Well… uhm… I don’t know. Stand up and do a little dance.”

I looked up at the tent roof, less than four feet from the floor. “Listen, buster, how short do you think I am?”

Mikey laughed. “Alright. Well… just… lie on your back and pretend to be dancing!”

I laughed. “Ok!” I laid on my back and wiggled around, giggling a little. Mikey let his eyes roam all over my naked body. I actually didn’t mind, though I was somewhat surprised I didn’t. I even found myself getting a little aroused knowing that I was turning my twin brother on.

After a couple minutes, I said up. “Ok, I’m done with that.”

“Alright.” Mikey grinned shyly. “You looked good doing it.”

“Thank you,” I said, shuffling the cards. “Now prepare for nudity!”

“You’re already naked,” he helpfully pointed out.

“I mean YOUR nudity.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think THAT’S going to happen.”

I dealt the cards out. “Just play, boy.”

A few moments later, when I was putting down a crappy set of cards with a high-card of a king to Mikey’s pair of sixes, I was really starting to wish I hadn’t told him to start playing.

“Ok,” I said with a sigh. “What’s my penalty this time?”

“Well…” Mikey looked a little embarrassed. “I dunno… uhm… can I… maybe… get a really good look between your legs?”

I considered this for a moment and then shrugged. “Ok, I guess.” Lying back a little, I spread my legs. Mikey crouched between them, looking down at my virgin vagina.

“What do you think?” I asked into the long silence that followed.

“It’s cool… I’ve never seen one before.”

“Glad I could help,” I said sardonically. “Can we get back to the game now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”

I dealt the cards out again. This time I ended up with a full house and felt a lot more confident. At least I did right up until the time Mikey plopped down his four threes.

I looked upward. “Have I angered thee, oh lord?”

Mikey laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get lucky eventually.”

“Gambler’s Fallacy,” I muttered. “Ok, what’s the penalty?”

Mikey thought and thought hard. I was starting to wonder if he’d ever come up with something when he said, “Ok, I got it.”

“Ok.”

Mikey bit his lower lip, and then said, “Well… ok. Can I… can I touch your va… uhm… breasts?”

I had a fair inkling of what Mikey had been about to say, but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I mean, he was still my brother after all. But just touching my breasts…

“I guess that would be ok,” I said after a bit.

“Ok.”

I got up onto my knees and leaned forward a little. Mikey reached out with both his hands and placed one over each of my breasts. A little shudder went through me at the contact. No one had ever touched me there before.

“They’re nice,” Mikey said after a moment.

“Thank you,” I said, for lack of anything better to say.

After another minute or so, Mikey said, “Well… do you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah, I gotta get you naked.”

Mikey grinned. “Yeah, how’s that working out for you so far?”

“Shut up,” I replied and dealt out the cards again.

This time, as I looked at my cards, I felt my heart sink. I had nothing. A crap hand. I sent back everything but my highest card, which was a nine and ended up getting another one. A pair of nines. Great.

Then I saw a grimace on Mikey’s face. Could it be…?

“Ready?” I asked.

“No, but…” Mikey set down his cards. He had a pair of threes.

“Aaaah…” I breathed. “Revenge at last.” I set down my cards.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. You win this one.”

“Damn right. Off with the undies!”

Mikey got up and lowered his underwear down, then sat back, giving me my first ever view of a boy’s penis. Not just a penis, but a hard one at that. It was about five inches long, had a small amount of hair at the base and looked really… interesting. I had a fair idea of what my vagina was like, and I couldn’t begin to picture how something like that would fit inside me. Well, maybe I could a little, I thought, as I took a good look.

“So,” Mikey said into the silence filling the tent. “You want to keep playing?”

“Just for penalties?”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

I thought a few moments, my eyes wandering back to my brother’s hard penis. Finally I said, “Well, ok.”

“Or, you know, we could just…” I saw him thinking quickly. “Well, we could just take turns daring each other to do things.”

I shrugged. “Sure. I was getting kind of bored with cards anyhow.”

“Ok! Who goes first?”

“I do,” I said firmly. “You already got to do lots of penalties on me.”

“Ok.”

I thought a moment. “So, ok, get up and let me see your butt.”

Mikey got up onto his knees and turned around. His ass was round and firm and smooth. It actually looked really nice. Hell, my brother just looked nice naked period, I was realizing. No wonder some of my friends had crushes on him.

“Ok, you can sit down,” I said after a moment, though during that moment I’d let my fingers briefly brush against my vagina.

Mikey sat back down. “Ok, your dare is… uhm… well, get up like I did and let me see your butt.”

“Ok.” I got up on my knees and faced away from my brother, wondering if he liked the view of me as much as I’d liked the view of him. I wanted to turn around to see if he was touching his penis like I’d touched my vagina, but I knew that would probably not be a smart idea.

“Ok,” Mikey said after a bit.

I turned around and sat back down. Mikey’s hands were nowhere near his erect penis, but I hadn’t expected them to be.

“Ok, so what’s my dare?” Mikey asked

I thought about this for a few seconds. “Well, you got a good look at my vagina, so let me get a good look at your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees, putting his penis in easy view of my eyes. I took a good look. As I’d already noticed, it was about five inches long, maybe a little less, with just a little brownish hair at the base. It was also pulsing faintly. I knew it was blood that got it hard, so I guessed it was Mikey’s heartbeat. I still wasn’t sure something like that could actually fit inside my vagina, but obviously it could, at least in theory. Since he was my brother, I wouldn’t actually be testing this theory.

“It looks cool, Mikey,” I said after a bit.

“Thanks.” He sat back down. “Ok, ready for your dare?”

“Sure.”

“Can I touch your vagina, Kathy?”

“Uh…” I thought about this for a few seconds, but not too many. “Sure, I guess. I mean, you dared me, so I have to.”

“Ok.”

I laid back and spread my legs. Mikey got between them and, rather shyly, placed his hand directly onto my vagina. He traced his fingers back and forth along my slit, brushing against my clitoris a couple times. It felt just amazing!

“Do you like it?” Mikey whispered.

“Yeah…”

“Me, too…”

After a couple minutes went by, I finally said, “Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“My turn to dare you now.”

“Oh, ok.”

I had a million ideas coursing through my brain, but I settled on saying, “Let me touch your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees again.

I reached out and brushed my fingers against the shaft of my brother’s penis. It was very warm to the touch and surprisingly smooth. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the hardness under the skin. I decided I liked it.

A couple minutes went past before I said, “Ok… time for you to dare me again.”

“Alright.” We both sat back down. Mikey thought for a few seconds and then said, “Where does the boy’s penis go?”

“You mean inside me?”

“Yeah.”

I lie back a little and spread my legs wide. With my fingers, I reached down and parted my vaginal lips, giving my brother a good view of the entrance.

“There?” he asked, pointing.

“Yeah.”

Licking his lips, Mikey said, “Can I… would you let me…” He swallowed a little. “Can I put my penis…” He turned a bright red and swallowed again. “Uh… I mean… my pinky… in there?”

It was REALLY clear he hadn’t meant to say that. At least I didn’t think that was what he was originally planning to say. Maybe it was a Freudian Slip. But he’d asked about this pinky, not his penis, which was good, because I had no idea what I would’ve said if he had asked for that. As it was, I knew exactly what to say.

“Ok, but put it in slowly.”

“Ok.” Mikey placed his finger against the entrance to my vagina and slowly began to push. He moved his finger back and forth, and soon had it all the way inside me. It was the first time anyone’s but mine had been in there, and I really, REALLY liked it.

“Do you like this?” my brother asked.

“Yeah…” I whispered. Looking down, I said, “Move a little closer.”

“This way?” Mikey said, scooting closer.

“Yeah…” Now his penis was in range. I reached out and put a hand around it, stroking slowly.

We lay there like that for a good several minutes, gently masturbating each other. We weren’t trying to reach orgasm or anything like that; we were just having a good time touching one another. If nothing else, it was very comforting.

Then as he fingered me, Mikey leaned down and kissed each of my nipples. It felt really incredibly nice, but not nearly as nice as what happened next, when he moved his face down and kissed me right above my clitoris as he worked a second finger into my very wet vagina.

“Oh…” I moaned a little, stroking him faster.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, moving his fingers more rapidly within me, and then started running his tongue along my clitoris. It felt absolutely stunning. I couldn’t believe how great it was! Then a couple moments later, Mikey said, “Oh… Kathy, I’m gonna cum soon…”

I kept stroking his penis, wondering what would happen next. I had my answer moments later, as Mikey moaned loudly, and several streams of white fluid splashed out onto my leg and hand.

Panting a little, Mikey collapsed slightly, two fingers still inside my vagina, and then looked up at me from between my legs. “Wow…”

I giggled. “Glad you liked it.”

“Did you cum?”

“Me? No.”

Saying nothing further, my twin brother bowed his head and resumed licking all over my clitoris while he fingered me. It was really incredible and now that I knew he was trying to get me off, I just closed my eyes and let it happen. It didn’t take long, either. Only a minute or two went by before the pleasure of orgasm washed over my naked young body.

Once we were both done cumming laid there on the ground for a bit. Then Mikey said, “I gotta clean off.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I was aware of his sperm on my hand and leg.

There were a couple wet-naps inside the survival kit. We used those to clean up, and then grabbed a couple snacks. The entire time we were still nude. It was warm enough inside the tent that we weren’t cold, plus, well, we liked to see each other naked.

After a bit, as it began to grow darker outside, we decided it was time to sleep. Neither of us talked about sleeping naked, we simply got into the sleeping bag nude and turned off the lamp.

There was some light coming in from outside the tent. The Moon had come out, I guessed, and was bright in the sky. It was enough light to see Mikey’s face close to mine. He reached out and placed a hand on my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Kathy,” he whispered.

“You, too…”

He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine as his hand moved down to cup one of my breasts.

“I want to make love to you,” my twin brother whispered.

“I want that, too,” I replied, kissing him gently.

“Roll onto your back.”

“Ok.” I rolled over and spread my legs.

Mikey got between them, kissing first my breasts and then my mouth as he settled down on top of me. He then reached down between our bodies and began poking his penis against me, obviously trying to get inside me. He wasn’t aiming quite right, though.

Reaching down myself, I took my brother’s penis in my hand and lined him up, the tip pressing slightly into me.

“There,” I whispered.

“Ok.”

Mikey looked into my eyes and I felt him push with his hips. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then there was an odd pressure between my legs. Then I began to experience the most amazing sensation of my life as, slowly but surely, my twin brother’s fourteen-year-old virgin penis began to slide down into my fourteen-year-old-virgin vagina. It seemed very slow at first, but then he moved back and forth a little and was all the way inside me.

There were no easy words to describe how I was feeling. Sure, physically it was incredible, but more than that there was an emotional bond there. I honestly felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. Of course, this was at least in part due to the fact that part of him was now inside me.

I was also surprised it didn’t hurt at all. I felt pressure, but no pain. I’d heard it usually hurt the first time a girl had sex, but not in my case. Not that I was complaining, I was just surprised.

I looked up at my brother’s face, which was a mask of pure pleasure. I still couldn’t really believe we were making love, but we were, and so far I had no regrets at all about that.

“Oh, Kathy,” Mikey whispered. “Oh, this feels wonderful…”

“Yeah…” I whispered back, putting my arms around my twin brother’s nude body.

Giggling a little, Mikey said, “I guess we’re not bored, now…”

“No…”

Mikey pulled back with his hips and pushed forward, his penis moving inside my vagina. “Does that feel ok?” he asked.

“Oh, yes…”

Mikey moved back and forth again. “Oh, god, this is nice… we should’ve done this a long time ago…”

“Yeah…”

Mikey began moving with a steady rhythm now. Each thrust of his penis into me felt like a glimpse into heaven, especially when he pressed up against my clitoris. I let out a little moan of delight and move my hands on my twin brother’s muscular ass, feeling it move under my hands as he fucked me.

The pleasure between my legs began to build as Mikey started moving faster and faster. I didn’t think I was likely to have an orgasm, but if I didn’t, I was certainly going to end up being very close.

Then Mikey’s thrusts into me got very fast. Suddenly he let out a loud moan and pushed hard against me, holding himself steady. From my own experience, I knew my brother was having an orgasm, and I felt his penis begin to pulse inside me as his sperm was released into my vagina.

Breathing hard, Mikey gave a couple last thrusts, and then stopped, holding his slightly sweaty nude body above mine, his penis still stiff inside my vagina.

“Wow,” Mikey managed to say after a bit.

“Yeah…”

“That was… amazing.”

“Yeah, it was.” I hugged him tight.

He hugged me back and then laughed a little. “This is much better than playing cards.”

I laughed back. “Yeah!”

Mikey looked down at me. “So… this was ok to do, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we are brother and sister, so…”

“Yeah, it is incest, huh?”

“Yeah.”

I thought about it for a few seconds. “Well… it’s too late now. Besides, it feels good, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mikey moved his hips, his penis sliding around within me. “It’s real nice.”

“Yeah…”

Mikey moved a little more. “Can I keep going?”

I smiled up at my naked, sweaty twin brother, savoring the sensation of his penis all way deep inside my vagina. “I’ll kill you if you stop.”

Mikey giggled and began fucking a little faster. It felt mind-bogglingly incredible. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight; enjoying the sensations his body was giving mine.

Our second bit of intercourse lasted a little longer than our first, though not by much. I guessed it was probably about five minutes before Mikey’s sperm shot into me once more. The best part, though, was that just before he did that, I had my orgasm, with my vagina clutching hard at my brother’s thrusting penis.

This time after he was done cumming, Mikey slowly slid his penis out of my vagina, and then lay down on the ground next to me, both of us breathing hard.

“Wow,” he managed to say after a few moments.

“Yeah.” I leaned over and hugged him. ”That was nice, Mikey.”

“Yeah.” He hugged me back, holding me tight. Then he said, “We should probably get to sleep.”

“Ok.” I gave him a little kiss and rolled over onto my side. Moments later I felt him wrapping his body around mine and then I slowly drifted off into the haze of sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I felt happier and safer than I’d felt since before we’d gotten onto the plane. I was lying on my back, and turning my head I saw Mikey laying on his side, facing away from me. I smiled, thinking about everything he and I had done last night. It had been so wonderful. It made this whole experience worthwhile.

I turned over and snuggled up next to my brother, savoring the heat from his nude body against mine. It was nice and comforting to be like this with him, I thought. I wondered how I would’ve survived without him.

While Mikey slept, I let one of my hands circle around to the front of his body. I found his penis and wrapped my hand around it. Not surprisingly, he was already erect. That was nice. It would save time.

I started stroking him slowly, thinking to myself how strange it was that I’d so easily accepted this new aspect of my relationship with Mikey. Part of it was simply that it felt very good, but there was also the fact that, well, I didn’t know if we were going to live through all this. Having sex with Mikey was, if nothing else, a distraction from reality.

I kept masturbating my brother for about a minute or so before he twitched and woke up. He turned his head, looking a little confused, and then smiled at me.

“Well… good morning.”

“Good morning.” I kissed him on the nose.

“Heh…” Turning over onto his back, he stretched a little. “You sure know how to wake a guy up.”

“Glad you like it,” I replied, continuing to slowly stroke his penis.

Reaching over to cup one of my breasts, Mikey said, “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this stuff. I almost thought it was a dream last night.”

“It was,” I said with a smile. “But it’s the kind of dream that’s true.”

Mikey giggled. “Yeah… it’s so cool that we’re not virgins.”

“That’s true,” I said, pulling the sleeping bag back to expose our nude bodies. “Virgins don’t get to do this,” I continued, straddling my brother’s waist and lowering my vagina down onto his penis.

“Yeah…” Mikey whispered. “Wow, incest rocks…”

I laughed and, “Hell, yeah,” then began moving up and down on my brother’s penis. Having him inside me felt so right, and so good.

My twin brother reached up with one hand and placed it on my hip, and the other hand on one of my breasts, cupping it and rubbing the nipple as I rode him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bliss of multiple forms of stimulation.

This time Mikey was inside me for longer than he had been total for our first two times. It was nearly five minutes before he shot his sperm into my vagina. I wish I could say my own orgasm followed right after, but that wasn’t the case. I didn’t have one this time. Oh, well. Mikey did, and that was what mattered.

Once we were done with our first fuck of the morning, my brother and I got dressed and headed out of the tent. It was above freezing, though probably not by too much. It was enough that the snow was melting, though, which was good, cause probably about a foot or so had fallen overnight.

We spent the next hour or so clearing a path to the fire pit, then getting all the snow out of it. Thankfully, we had some dry firewood we’d put under some branches. It had some snow on it, but not much, and it wasn’t too much longer before we had a nice fire going. We used that to cook up some of the fish we’d set aside after our fishing expedition. The cold had kept it nice and fresh.

Once we had some food in us, we got everything together and went out to try and catch some more fish. We figured we could never have too much food set aside.

As we walked, we talked. We talked about all sorts of things, but not, interestingly, about the sex we’d been having. I wondered why. I mean, it wasn’t something I was really feeling pressure to talk about, but still.

When we got down to the river, we started doing our best to catch some fish. We didn’t know if the cold would keep them away or drive them closer or what, but we figured we’d find out soon.

We fished in silence at first, but after about ten minutes Mikey said, “Hey, Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking about something.”

“What?”

Looking down into the water, Mikey said, “What if you get pregnant?”

I didn’t say anything for about a minute or two. Then I said, “Well… if I do, I do, that’s all. I certainly don’t want to stop having sex.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t WANT to have a baby, but if you get me pregnant, well, then you do. If I do have to have a baby, having one with you would be nice.”

Mike grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He took a step closer. “You wanna go try and make one now?”

I was caught between arousal and the need to catch some fish. Oh, well, I thought. We could fish later. I took my brother’s hand and went with him back to the tent, where we spent the next couple hours trying to make a baby.

* * *

Very slowly a month went by.

Mikey and I spent a lot of time fishing and occasionally hunting, catching nothing but rabbits, though we did spot a couple deer. We did this in addition to collecting firewood and waiting for rescue.

Of course we also spent lots of time with my brother’s penis inside my vagina, quickly losing track of how many times we made love, but enjoying every second of it.

We figured it was pretty likely by now that I was pregnant. If I wasn’t, it sure wasn’t from a lack of trying. We had sex at least five or six times a day. We talked often now about the idea of having a baby and what we’d name it and such. It was a distraction, if nothing else.

The closer we got to the one-month mark, the more we started talking about leaving, and trying to get out of here. We figured if we followed the river, it wouldn’t be too long before we’d either reach the ocean, or a town, or something. It wouldn’t be an easy trek, but it hopefully wouldn’t be too bad. We talked about it, but we never seemed to actually get around to doing it.

Then one day in the middle of our sixth week, something major happened that finally motivated us.

It was a sunny and comparatively warm day. Mikey and I were outside, enjoying the weather. It was one of those perfectly clear days that you sometimes get up in the mountains.

We were also completely nude and spreading out the sleeping bag on the ground. We’d taken it out to a small meadow because we’d wanted to see what sex outdoors would be like. It wasn’t really THAT warm, but the sun felt good on our nude bodies and we figured that we’d warm up pretty quickly.

We laid side-by-side on the blanket, Mikey cupping one of my beasts as we began kissing.

“You are so pretty,” he said to me.

I giggled and reached down to stroke my brother’s penis. “You’re pretty fuckin’ hot, and pretty hot when fuckin’.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, not as hot as you.”

“True.”

Mikey kissed a path down my body, and once his face was between my legs he stuck out his tongue and began licking my vagina and clitoris. I smiled softly and stared up at the clear blue sky. If this wasn’t heaven, I thought, we could at least see it from here.

I moved my body around to bring my face level with my brother’s penis and took it into my mouth. We didn’t sixty-nine like this too often, and I didn’t know entirely why. It was certainly a lot of fun! We spent a few minutes doing this. Not enough to even get us close to orgasms, though it felt very good.

After a couple minutes of giving each other oral pleasure, Mikey turned back around, got on top of me, and slowly sank his penis down into may vagina. I watched his face as he penetrated me; still blown away by how sexy he looked when he was inside me.

As Mikey began to fuck me, I moved my hands back to their usual resting place on his firm, smooth ass. I still loved the feeling of the muscles moving under the skin while we screwed.

It soon became clear that this was going to be one of those times when I’d have an orgasm during sex. The site of my brother’s beautiful nude body on top of mine and the warmth of the sunlight streaming down upon us in our incestuous coupling combined to push me over the edge; my vagina contracting sharply around Mikey’s thrusting penis as waves of pleasure swept through my teenage body.

Almost as soon as my orgasm was over with, Mikey started his, firing yet another blast of sperm into me. I wondered how many times he had done that so far. I’d lost track after the first day or two, but it never stopped being a wonderful experience.

I also found myself wondering Mikey’s sperm was going to wind up doing what it was supposed to. I’d had a couple periods since we’d gotten here, so I wasn’t pregnant yet, but if we kept up like this, I likely would be soon.

Once was he done cumming, Mikey kissed me a few times, then slid out, lying next to me on the sleeping bag.

“That was nice,” he said, a little out of breath.

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile.

He sat up. “I’m gonna go clean up. Be right back.”

“Ok.”

I watched Mikey’s butt as he walked away, my mind drifting happily on the post orgasmic ocean. I was almost beginning to hope he and I would never get rescued. We could just stay up here; raise our family, live off the land… I knew it was a silly thought, but I couldn’t help it.

I sat up suddenly. Something didn’t feel right. There was a very strange smell in the air. I didn’t know what it was, but it smelled weird. Still naked, I stood up and moved slowly out of the trees towards the river. What I saw made my heart skip a beat.

There was Mikey, naked and rubbing some water on himself and there, outside his field of vision, was a rather big bear, moving along the river in his direction.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered. “Mikey… Mikey, turn around… see the bear…” I didn’t want to shout at him or anything and maybe scare the bear.

Then I remembered the rifle. We’d brought it with us, of course. We took it whenever we left the campsite. We never knew when we might find a rabbit to shoot and have something other than fish for dinner.

Moving quickly I ran over and grabbed the rifle. Just as I picked it up, I head Mikey scream and the bear roar. I ran out of the trees as fast as I could, ready to open fire.

Mikey had, of course, seen the bear. It wasn’t too far away from him at this point. He was running, but it was running faster. As I aimed, the bear took a swipe with one of it’s paws, knocking Mikey down. That at least gave me a clear shot, and I fired, hitting the bear square in the head. It blinked a little and looked confused. I fired twice more, and the bear let out a little sigh, and then dropped to the ground.

In a panic, I ran to Mikey. I took a moment to shoot the bear in the head one more time, just to make sure, and then looked at my twin brother. At first I thought he might be dead. His entire back was covered in blood, but then he moaned a little.

“Mikey!” I dropped down, forcing myself to look. There were three deep cuts on Mikey’s back.

“Cathy?” he whispered.

“Shush… don’t move. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”

“It hurts…”

“Don’t move,” I repeated. I got to my feet and ran, full speed, back to the campsite. Once I got there I grabbed the first-aid kit and sprinted back to Mikey. I wasn’t gone more than ten minutes, but I knew that could be a long time in a situation like this.

“Mikey?” I said once I got back. He whimpered a little.

“I thought you weren’t… weren’t coming back…”

“You should know better,” I said with a smile, despite the situation.

I cleaned off the blood. The cuts weren’t too deep, but they were going to need stitches. I poured some rubbing alcohol into the wounds, wincing as Mikey whimpered in pain. Then, taking a deep breath, I got out the stitching needle and thread and started in.

It took me a good twenty minutes to get all three cuts stitched. It wasn’t pretty, but it would do. Then I poured some more alcohol into the cuts and slapped some bandages over them.

“You still with me, Mikey?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled. “I feel cold, though…”

Blood loss, I thought. “Don’t move, ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Ok…”

I washed off my hands, and then went to fetch the sleeping bag. Once I had it, I went back to the campsite. I put the bag in the tent, and then grabbed some food. With that I walked back to where Mikey was laying on the grass.

“Still awake?” I asked in lieu of asking if he was still alive.

“Yeah…” he whispered, sounding very weak.

“Here.” I crouched down. “Eat.”

I put some fish into Mikey’s mouth. He chewed and swallowed it. I fed him some more, until he’d eaten an entire fish. I also made sure he had some water.

“Ok… you think you can move?”

“I think so,” he said.

“Ok. Let me help you stand up.”

I helped Mikey to his feet and, rather unsteadily, we made our way, still totally naked, back to the campsite. As soon as we were there, I put Mikey face down on the sleeping bag.

“Now don’t turn over, ok?”

“I won’t… Thanks, Cathy… I feel a lot better now.”

“Good. You gonna be alright if I leave you for, say, an hour or so?”

“I think so… why?”

Grinning, I said, “Cause I’m going to get us some bear meat for dinner tonight.”

It turned out getting any real meat off the bear’s body wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be. I did manage to get some good sized chunks, though. Then, with some REAL effort, I managed to push what was left of the bear into the river. I hoped it would get carried downstream. I didn’t want to have to deal with scavengers coming around looking for a feast.

The bear meat also proved to be very, very gamy once I cooked it, but both Mikey and I ate it with smiles on our faces. We’d survived the encounter. The bear hadn’t. That was all that really mattered.

Though some ketchup would’ve been nice.

* * *

For three days, Mikey didn’t move around too much. I was worried an infection was going to set in, and he was running a pretty high fever, but it passed after a bit. I made sure he had plenty of aspirin, which I knew would not only act as a painkiller but would also keep the fever at bay as much as possible.

By the seventh day after the attack, Mikey was sitting up and talking and seemed pretty much back to his normal self. On the ninth day he proved how back to normal he was by fucking me four times.

Two weeks after the attack, and Mikey and I were facing some serious choices. It was mid-May now. Clearly the weather was good enough that we could, perhaps, start to hike out of here. We figured if we followed the river we would, one way or another, end up getting to safety.

We made up our mind that we’d spend the day gathering as much food as we could, then tomorrow morning we’d pack up the campsite and head out.

The next morning we got up, reluctantly skipped sex, and packed up everything. We had a quick breakfast, which finished off the last of the food from the survival kit, and then we left a note inside of the wreckage of the airplane, saying that we were following the river downstream. Then, that done, we began to walk.

It was interesting how much Mikey and I had changed since we’d been here, I thought to myself as we hiked along the river. When we’d gotten here, he’d had a small amount of baby-fat, which was now a fading memory. We’d both gotten a little more serious about things, too. And of course there was also the sex. There was ALWAYS the sex.

We spent about a week walking steadily downward along the river. Each night we’d make camp, make dinner and make love. In the mornings, we’d fuck before we got out of the tent, and then catch some fish before packing up and heading out again. It was a nice little routine.

On the ninth day of our hike, during which we finally passed the snow line, we came to a large lake. After some discussion, we decided to walk around the lake completely to see if the river led out of it. It seemed likely it would.

Then our plans changed abruptly.

After about an hour or so of walking, we spotted a small dock on the far end of the lake. We fairly ran towards it, and were only slightly disappointed to see there wasn’t a boat there. At least it was some sign of civilization, though, as was the small path leading away from the dock. We followed it and after only a couple minutes found ourselves standing in front of a small cabin.

Clearly it was a hunting cabin. The door wasn’t locked and we let ourselves in. It was obvious no one had been here since probably last year. It was clean, and everything was nicely arranged. There wasn’t a lot inside; just a bed, a propane cook stove, a small bookshelf with some books, and little else. It did, however, sport a bathroom with a toilet and a shower. There was even a propane tank on the side of the cabin. Mikey and I both smiled at each other, clearly looking forward to showers, hot meals and a warm bed.

“I wonder who owns this place,” I said as we looked around.

Mikey shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’ll be up here pretty soon.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

Mikey pointed to a small American flag that sat on the bookshelf. “He’s probably American. He’ll be up here for Memorial Day weekend. That’s not too far off. At the longest, we’ll just have to wait until then.”

“Why do you assume he’ll be here then?”

“Cause it’s a long weekend and the kind of guy that owns a place like this will come up here for it.”

“Hmmm… maybe.”

“Trust me.” Mikey put an arm around my waist. “He’ll be up here then or at some other point not long after that. We don’t have too long to wait before we’re back home.”

“Yeah.” I sat down.

“Something wrong?”

I shrugged. “Well… it’s just that…” I thought for a moment. “Well, look, I want to be rescued, of course, and go back home and stuff… it’s just that I don’t want to stop doing what we’re doing.”

“Oh.” Mikey sat down next to me and kissed me. “Don’t worry. We won’t stop. I promise.”

I snuggled up to him. “Yeah, but what if people try to make us stop?”

Mikey shrugged. “They can’t watch us 24/7.”

“Yeah, there is that,” I conceded. I kissed him. He kissed me. This lead to about five hours of almost non-stop sex. Our first time ever doing it in a bed.

Over the next few days we lived in the cabin, just relaxing and enjoying the space. We still went fishing each morning, cause we had to have food, but we were a lot more optimistic about everything.

Mikey’s prediction about the cabin owner returning for Memorial Day Weekend ended up being exactly correct. We were just settling down to sleep on the Friday night of the weekend when we heard the sound of a plane. Throwing on our clothes we ran outside and saw a float plane landing in the lake. It taxied towards us, giving us a great look at the extremely surprised face on the pilot as he saw us waving to him.

His name was Stan Grossman, and he was a businessman down in Arizona. We told him who we were and what had happened to us, leaving out the sex part. He used his radio to notify the authorities that we were there, and arrangements were made to pick us up the next morning. That night we spent our last night in the mountains, sleeping on the floor in the sleeping bag.

By noon the next day, the Royal Canadian Air Force had picked us up and flown us out by helicopter. They took us to a nearby air base, where we were both given full medical exams. The physician raised an eyebrow when I asked for a pregnancy test, but didn’t comment. The test was negative.

Mikey was also pronounced fit. The doctors removed the stitching I’d put in and gave him some special skin treatments to reduce any scarring. When I saw him afterwards, he looked strange to me. It took me a few moments to realize that he was, for the first time in months, wearing new clothes.

We then got flown out to Prince Rupert, and by four in the afternoon we were in our parents arms. A press conference was held, and we got lots of praise in the media for keeping ourselves alive. I found myself wondering how the media would have reacted if they knew how we’d kept ourselves from being bored.

That night Mikey and I slept in our own warm, comfy, soft beds. No more sleeping on the ground. No more sleeping in a sleeping bag. No more… I sighed… no more sleeping together.

Then I heard a faint knock on the door and Mikey came in. He was wearing only boxers, which he soon ditched. There were no words. We didn’t need the words. We had each other.

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. No witty comment this time! Too sleepy… deal! 🙂

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Nebraska is Boring

October 16, 2008

Nebraska is Boring
By
Alex Hawk

I sat outside on the patio feeling depressed and lonely. I was twelve years old and had just moved with my family from Seattle down to Nebraska. We were out in some farming community in the middle of nowhere with a population of about a hundred. It was too hot, too dry and too boring. We’d only been here two days and I was already desperate to leave. If I was stuck here too much longer, I’d probably explode.

As I sat there looking out at the world a girl rode by on her bicycle. She looked at me as she passed and then turned around She rode back my way and stopped in front of my house, sitting there on her bike and looking at me.

After a couple moments of silence I said, “What?”

“Aren’t you supposed to say hello when you meet someone new?” she asked.

“You’re the one who rode up to me. Aren’t you supposed to say hello first?”

The girl shrugged. “Maybe.” She scooted forward with the bike and held out her hand. “I’m Kylie.”

“I’m Vincent,” I said, shaking hands with her. I looked her over as I did so. She was pretty cute. Not great, but cute. I’d only just recently discovered masturbation and started getting interested in girls, but I was still a total virgin.

“Cool. You just moved here?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. You got a bike?”

“Yeah.”

“Go get it. We can go for a ride together.”

“Ok. Be right back.”

I went into the garage and got out my bike. I rode over to Kylie. “Ok, I’m ready.”

“Good. Follow me.” She started pedaling. I followed after her.

“So where we gonna go?”

“I thought I’d kind of show you around,” she replied.

“Ok.”

We rode around talking with each other as she showed me places. I learned that she was twelve, just like me, and was going to the same school I’d be attending in a couple weeks. She was really smart and really nice, which was cool. I wondered if she had a boyfriend.

Finally we came to a stop near a convenience store. She went in and bought a couple candy bars, coming out and giving me one of them.

“Thanks,” I said, tearing into it. I hadn’t had chocolate in a while.

“You’re welcome,” Kylie said.

“So what all do you do for fun around here? I haven’t seen that many kids our age.”

“There aren’t that many. Most everyone seems to be older or younger. There used to be a couple boys who lived in your place, but they moved away, of course.”

“What did you guys do for fun?”

“Lots of things,” she said with a little shrug. “We watched movies, rode our bikes, played video games, fucked, went swimming, went out fishing, stuff like that.”
I nodded and then stopped, feeling puzzled. “Wait. You… you guys… fucked?” I blushed a little saying the word in front of a girl.

“Yeah.”

“Like… actually for real?”

“Yes. Actually for real.”

“Like really for real?” I asked, still stunned.

Kylie rolled her eyes. “Are you always this stupid? Yes, really for real. Like they had their dicks in my pussy.”

“Oh,” I said weakly, my penis stiffening up. I leaned forward a little to hide it.

Kylie shrugged again. “It’s not like it’s a big deal. There’s not much to do out here, like I said.”

“Yeah, but… sex?”

“It’s fun,” she said simply and then looked over at me. “What, haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I haven’t,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Oh.”

“How old were they?”

“Ross was thirteen and Brian was fifteen.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

We kept riding, and I really wanted to ask her more about having sex, but she started talking about something else. By the time we were done talking and riding it was dark. We went back to my house and stood there near the porch saying goodnight.

“I had fun riding around today,” I said to her.

“Me, too. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Bye,” I said, watching as she rode off.

I went back into the house after parking my bike in the garage. I had to sit down and talk with my parents about my day and theirs. They were happy that I’d made a new friend. I was happy, too, and promptly jetted upstairs where I jerked off three times before I fell asleep, each time thinking about Kylie being fucked.

* * *

I was awakened at a little after nine to the sound of someone knocking at my window. I pulled open the curtain a touch and saw Kylie standing there. She waved at me and said, “Open the window!”

Still under the blanket I opened up the window. Kylie then surprised me by pushing it all the way open and crawling inside, flopping down onto my bed. I pulled the blanket up a little more, acutely aware of the fact that I was naked under it.

“You got your bed the same place Ross had his.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. I used to sneak in through his window at night sometimes and we’d fuck.”

“Oh,” I said weakly.

“Yep.” She stood up and looked around. “Your stuff is nicer than his, though.”

“Thanks.”

“So anyhow… you wanna go out riding again?”

“Sure. You mean now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

“Cool.”

Kylie just stood there. Finally I said, “Uh… I need to get dressed.”

“And?”

“And… I’m naked right now?”

“So?”

“So… maybe you should leave the room so I can get some clothes on?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m naked?” I was experiencing an odd sense of déjà vu.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen naked boys before,” Kylie said.

“Yeah, but…” I trailed off helplessly.

Kylie said, “Will it help you if I let you see me naked?”

“What?” I asked after a few seconds.

Kylie started undressing before my startled eyes. She tossed her shirt aside, pulled off her shorts and then removed her bra and panties as was now standing naked in my bedroom. She looked really, really hot. Her breasts were just starting to grow and she didn’t have any hair between her legs yet. I knew girls grew some, though, from pics I’d seen before. All I could see with Kylie was a small slit. If I hadn’t already been rock-hard, this would have done it.

“See? No big deal.”

“Right,” I said, clearing my throat.

“So?”

“I’ve just never been naked in front of a girl before,” I managed to say.

“Oh, it’s no big deal.” Kylie marched over and before I could stop her, she quickly grabbed hold of the blanket and yanked it off me, leaving my naked body exposed.

I squawked and covered my penis with my hands. “Hey!”

“Oh, no, no,” Kylie said, sitting on my legs and grabbing at my hands. “Come on, let me see it!”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“If you let me see your dick, I’ll let you stick it in my pussy.”

I blinked. “What?”

This distraction caused my hands to relax just enough for Kylie to pull them apart, exposing my very hard, still hairless, penis.

“There, see? That’s not so bad.” She looked down at it. “Pretty nice, too.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling myself blush.

Kylie took my penis in her hand and started stroking it, moving almost exactly like how I did when I masturbated. “Real nice.”

“Ah… thank you…” I whispered, the pleasure flooding through my body.

“You’re really still a virgin?”

“Yeah…” I was afraid to move, not knowing what she had planned, but desperately hoping.

Kylie scooted forward a little bit. She lifted herself up and I felt the tip of my erection brush against something. Then she lowered herself down and I watched, eyes wide, as Kylie’s hairless twelve-year-old vagina slid slowly down around my hard twelve-year-old virgin penis.

“There,” she said in a quiet tone as she settled herself down over me. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Oh, god…” I could barely think. My mind was totally overwhelmed.

“What do you think?” Kylie asked, raising herself up a little and then lowering back down.

“It’s incredible,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was actually getting laid! I could feel the warm, wet, wonderful textured tightness of Kylie’s vagina caressing my young penis as she moved up and down on me. It was the most wonderful thing I’d ever experienced.

“God, I needed this,” Kylie whispered. “I haven’t been laid since Ross and Brian moved away…”

“Glad I could help…” I mumbled, lost in pleasure.

Kylie began grinding her pelvis against me and I started almost instinctively thrusting up into her, savoring the sensation of her vagina around my penis. I knew sex would be wonderful, every boy knows that, but I had no idea how wonderful.

Just as I was starting to near my orgasm, Kylie stopped moving and looked down at me, a fine sheen of sweat on her naked body.

“You wanna try being on top for a bit?”

“Uh… ok, sure.”

Kylie got off me, a little bit of cold hitting my penis as it left her warm vagina. She laid down on my bed next to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and spread her legs wide. “Get between my legs and see if you can get it in.”

“Ok.”

I got on top of Kylie, looking down at her vagina. I saw what looked like a small opening and pushed myself against it, feeling a surge of pleasure and victory as my penis was almost sucked back into her slit. I lowered myself down onto Kylie’s naked body, feeling her breasts against my chest.

“Good,” she whispered. “Very good…” I felt her hands settle on my bare butt. “Now start moving, but be careful not to slip out.”

“Alright,” I whispered in return and started fucking slowly. It was really hard at first. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. But I just kept doing what felt good and it seemed to be working. I tried to keep myself as deep inside her as I could, making sure I wasn’t going to slip out.

“Wonderful, Vincent… you’re doing so good… it feels so good…” Kylie whispered, holding tight onto my ass as we fucked.

I had buried my face in Kylie’s shoulder and was quickly losing control of my body. I started making short, sharp, rabbit thrusts into her, plunging my young erection in and out and in and out of her liquid warmth. Then my whole body started shaking as the orgasm took hold, and my penis started pulsing inside her vagina, my sperm shooting into her waiting body.

My thrusts began to slow, and eventually stopped entirely. I continued to lay there on top of Kylie, breathing hard, my mind swimming with what I’d just done. My penis was still hard and still inside her vagina, and I never, ever wanted to take it out of her.

Kylie ran a hand through my hair. “You did really good.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little weakly.

“Let me sit up.”

Saddened at having to pull out of Kylie, I got off her, watching my penis slide out from inside her vagina. It was covered with a film of wetness, but otherwise didn’t look any different from how it did yesterday. I was kind of disappointed. It didn’t seem right that it should look the same after I just got laid.

“Is anyone else home?” Kylie asked, sitting up.

“No.”

“Where’s your bathroom?”

“Across the hall.”

“Ok. Be right back.” She got off my bed and walked out into the hall, still naked.

For my part I laid back on the bed, feeling very happy. I was only twelve and I’d just fucked my first girl! All my friends back in Seattle would be soooo jealous! I began idly masturbating while I remembered how fantastic her vagina had been.

“Ha. Typical boy,” Kylie said, walking back into the room. I started and almost covered up, but then I thought why bother?

“What do you mean?” I asked, continuing to masturbate while I looked at her body.

“You just got laid and already you’re horny again.”

“Yeah, well,” I mumbled, blushing a little. “Can we do it again?” I asked a little shyly.

Kylie laughed. “Typical boy!” she said again. “Not right now. Right now, we’re going to go for a bike ride.”

“Oh.” I was disappointed. “But we can do it again sometime, right?” I persisted.

“Of course.”

“Good.”

“Now get dressed,” Kylie said, putting her own clothes on.

Fifteen minutes later, after we’d each had a bowl of cereal, we were on our bikes, riding along the narrow street and talking to each other. It was weird. I’d just gotten laid. I’d lost my virginity to this cute girl. But we weren’t talking about sex or anything. We were just talking about… stuff. Our favorite music and video games, what kind of foods we liked, etcetera. It was nice and relaxing.

Soon we rounded a small hill and came across a little patch of trees around a small pond. Kylie slowed her bike and then stopped, getting off it. I followed suit.

“What’s this place?”

“A pond.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know THAT. Does it have a name or anything?”

“Not really. It’s just a nice place to swim.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kylie started undressing and once she was naked waded out into the water. “Come on, Vincent! It’s really nice in here!”

“Naked?” I asked, doubtfully.

Kylie gave me a look. “You just fucked me about an hour ago. What are you worried about?”

“Good point.” Still feeling a little shy I worked my way out of my clothes and, forcing myself not to cover my erection, joined Kylie in the water.

“This is cool,” I said, paddling around a little. “I’ve never gone skinny-dipping before.”

“Nice, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The two of us splashed around for a little bit. I don’t know how long, but it was fun. After a while, though, Kylie seemed to tire of it. She got out of the water and pulled out a small blanket that she laid down on the ground, spreading it out.

I got out of the water and joined her as she laid down. We both relaxed and laid there enjoying the sun on our naked bodies.

“This is nice,” I said.

“Yeah. You wanna fuck again?”

I blinked at how abrupt she was. “Uh… sure!”

“Cool.” She got up on all fours and said, “Let’s do it doggie-style.”

I got up on my knees, dimly aware how this was supposed to work. I moved in behind her and looked around, still not entirely sure what I was supposed to do.

Kylie reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. “See the spot?” she said, touching it with her finger.

“Ok.”
I moved close, the tip of my penis brushing against the hole. I pushed and felt myself slide into her vagina. It took some effort to steady myself, but soon I was thrusting slowly, enjoying the feelings not only around my penis but also of her body smacking against my hips as we fucked.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked.

“Oh, yes…”

“Good…”

I closed my eyes, feeling myself entirely at peace. I could hear the hum of insects, and the chirp of birds. The sun was shining on my naked body, my penis was in a happy place and I was very content. It was the most perfect moment in my entire life. Nebraska was boring as hell, but obviously it had some good points.

“This is really nice,” Kylie said quietly.

“Yeah…” I gasped.

“Are you gonna cum real quick?”

“Uh…” I stopped thrusting and simply held myself against her, penis as deep as I could get it. “Maybe. Why?”

“I want you on top again.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kylie moved forward and I slid out of her. She rolled onto her back and I got on top, this time not even needing to look as I pushed my penis back into her vagina. I began fucking her slowly again, looking into her eyes as I did so.

“You look… really beautiful…” I whispered.

“You, too.”

“I love doing this…”

Kylie grinned. “Of course you do. All boys do.”

“Yeah…” I smiled at her. “Can I kiss you?”

“Sure.”

I moved my mouth down, stopping with my thrusts as I kissed Kylie for the first time. It was very sweet and nice. Eventually I felt her mouth open and her tongue pushing against mine. So this was French kissing, I thought as I started screwing her again.

Soon enough I neared my orgasm. It wasn’t a big deal, really, when I came. I mean, it felt really great to cum inside a girl again, and it was very cool feeling my sperm shooting into her, but it wasn’t that important somehow. Just the act of having sex with her was more meaningful. Like it was the journey that mattered and not the destination.

When I was done cumming I pulled out and we laid next to each other holding hands. It was another wonderful, sweet moment in a whole day of wonderful, sweet moments. I couldn’t ever remember being happier than I was now.

“That was a lot of fun, Kylie,” I said to her, giving her a little kiss.

“Thanks,” she said, kissing me back. “I liked it to.”

“So… does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Kylie shook her head. “I don’t think so. I mean, I had sex with Ross and Brian all the time and I never thought of myself as their girlfriend. We’re just friends who have sex, you know?”

I nodded. “Ok. I can live with that.”

“I bet.”

“What does it feel like for you?”

“Having you inside me?”

“Yeah.”

Kylie looked thoughtful for a bit. “Well… it feels really nice, is all I can say, really. I mean, I like feeling a boy’s body on top of me. You know, just having our skin touching all over?” I nodded in response, having already noticed that myself. “But when your penis is inside me… I don’t know if I can describe it, but it feels wonderful having a boy in me like that.”

“Oh.”

“What’s it feel like for you, Vincent?” Kylie asked, turning onto her side to look at me.

“Very warm and wet and tight around my penis. Just… really great,” I said with a little grin. “I can’t imagine anything feeling better.”

“Huh… I wish I could turn into a boy and see what it’s like.”

“I wish I could turn into a girl to see what it’s like.”

In an ideal world, we would have both suddenly switched bodies. But we lived in reality, so nothing happened.

“You wanna fuck again?” Kylie asked me after a bit.

“Ok.”

Over the next couple hours Kylie and I had sex three times. That made five times total, I thought to myself as I rode my bike home with her. I wondered if I’d ever lose count. On the one hand, I hoped not because I desperately wanted to know how many times we were Doing It. On the other hand, I knew that if I lost count it would be because we’d Done It like a thousand times and THAT would be sweet!

When we got back to my place it was getting pretty late in the afternoon. I got off my bike and walked it up to the front door, Kylie trailing behind.

“I had a really good time today,” I said, feeling a little shy.

“Me, too.”

“You wanna meet up again tomorrow?” I asked, hopefully.

Kylie snorted. “What do you think?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Right.”

“Good,” I said, grinning.

Kylie gave me a very tender hug and a kiss on the cheek and then rode off. I walked into the garage, parked my bike and spent the rest of the day with a really stupid grin plastered across my happy young face.

* * *

Most of the rest of the week passed in kind of a happy, sexual blur for me. Every morning I’d wake up to Kylie knocking on the window, I’d let her in, we’d fuck in my bed, eat breakfast, fuck again, go to the pond, swim, fuck, eat something, fuck, ride our bikes for a little, fuck and then I’d go home. I quickly lost track of how many times we’d had sex, and was very pleased to do so.

And of course I made sure to send emails back to all my friends in Seattle, bragging about all the sex I was having. I don’t know if they really believed me or not, but that was ok.

One night my parents had let Kylie join us for dinner. They really liked her, which was nice. We’d even gone up to my bedroom after dinner. My parents made us keep the door open, but we still had a very quick fuck while they were watching TV.

Life was incredibly sweet for me right now!

Late one Sunday night I was sleeping and heard a faint tapping on my window. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was just before midnight. I opened the window. Kylie was standing there with a sad smile on her face.

I opened the window up. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

“I got into a fight with my dad. He was drinking again.”

“Oh.” I’d learned over the last few days that her father was a raging drunk. “I’m sorry.”

“He tried to hit me a couple times,” she said, starting to cry a little. “He missed, though and I ran away.”

“Good for you,” I said.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

I hesitated for only an instant. She was a friend of mine and I couldn’t turn her away. But she was a girl and I knew my parents would be pissed. But I couldn’t send her back to her dad.

“Sure, come on in.”

I opened the window the rest of the way and Kylie crept inside, landing on my bed. She put her arms around me and hugged me tight, crying a little. I put my arms around her and hugged back, not sure what I should do.

There was a faint sound of floorboards creaking and a knock at my door.

“Vincent?” my dad said. “Is there someone in there with you?”

“Hang on a second, Dad,” I said. I quickly got up and pulled on a pair of boxers. Opening the door I stepped out into the hall. “Hey, Dad.”

“Vincent. Is that Kylie I heard in there?”

“Uh… yeah.”

My dad sighed. “Vincent-” he began.

“Wait, Dad. It’s not what you think. Her Dad was drinking and he tried to hit her tonight.”

My dad’s voice turned to ice. “Oh, he did, did he?”

“Yeah. I’m her only friend here and she wants to stay here tonight.”

Dad considered this. “Alright. I’ll explain it to your mother. She can stay tonight, but you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

“What? Why?”

“Because she’s a girl and you’re a boy, Vincent.”

“Yeah, but we’re just friends, Dad. How about if she takes my bed and I sleep on the floor? I don’t think it would be good for her to be alone tonight.”

Much to my surprise, my dad seemed to buy it. He let out a faint sigh. “Alright, but you keep the door open, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Let me talk with her for a moment.”

“Alright.”

I stood aside and let my dad into the room. He walked over to the bed and put his hand on the back of Kylie’s head.

“You doing ok, Kylie?”

“Sort of. I’m sorry for just coming over here like this. Please don’t be mad at Vincent.”

“I’m not mad at anyone, Kylie,” my dad said in soothing tones. “Don’t worry. You can stay here tonight and you can sleep in Vincent’s bed. He’ll use his sleeping back and sleep on the floor.”

“Oh… ok.”

After hearing my dad mention my sleeping bag, I’d dug it out from the closet, wishing that I didn’t have Pokémon on it. I took a pillow from the bed and spread it all out onto the floor.

“Alright,” my dad said. “I’ll leave the door open. You kids get some sleep, ok?” he said in strong tones.

“Yes, Dad.”

“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight,” Kylie said.

“It’s not a problem, dear. You just get some rest.” Dad nodded at us both, shut the door most of the way and walked back to the bedroom he and Mom shared, the floorboards creaking as he walked.

“I’m really sorry, Vincent. I didn’t want you to get into trouble or anything.”

“I’m not in trouble. My dad’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah… I wish mine was…”

I reached up to hug her. I had no idea what to say.

“Vincent?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you come and lay up here with me for a bit?”

“But my dad said-”

“You can get back onto the bag before you go to sleep. But right now, I want to have you next to me for a bit, ok?”

“Ok.”

She sat up and started undressing. I took the cue and pulled off my boxers, carefully setting them next to my sleeping bag. Now naked as she was, I climbed into bed with her, feeling her body snuggle up against mine.

“I’m really glad I have you for a friend, Vincent.”

“I’m glad I have you, too,” I whispered, running my fingers through her hair as she let her head rest on my shoulder. Her heart was beating fast against me. I was scared my Dad might come back into the room, but I figured I’d hear the sounds of the floorboards creaking before he got here.

I wanted to just hold Kylie, to be a good friend to her and everything, but the sensation of her naked body rubbing against me as we laid there face-to-face was way too much stimulation and my penis got hard pretty much instantly.

Kylie wiggled against it and giggled softly. “That thing never gets tired, does it?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered back. “I can’t really control it.”

“It’s ok… you wanna Do It for a bit?”

“With my mom and dad just down the hall?”

“We can be quiet.” She got an odd look on her face that I could barely see in the light coming from the window. “I just need to feel you inside me for a while.”

“Ok.”

Kylie rolled onto her back. I got on top of her and slowly guided my penis into her vagina. I’d become very good at that during the last few days. It was very easy to get good at something you really liked doing.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Oh, I needed you so much, Vincent…”

“I’m glad I could be here for you,” I whispered back.

We fucked in silence after that. I wasn’t trying to cum, really. I just wanted to make her and me both feel really good, so I was fucking her as slowly as I could get away with. That also kept it quieter. I really didn’t want to think about what might happen if my parents caught me having sex with Kylie.

“Oh, yes… oh, that feels so nice…” Kylie whispered.

“Cool…” I said softly, giving her a little kiss, pumping her slowly and tenderly.

“Oh… oh… that’s so… ooooh… oooooh…” Suddenly she held me very, very tight and clenched her teeth, trying not to make any noise. I felt her vagina grab hard and fast at my penis as her whole body trembled and shook under me.

I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but whatever it was, it was enough to push me over the edge. I closed my eyes and let the orgasm wash over me, my sperm blasting up into Kylie’s vagina. As the pleasure subsided I thought I’d heard a noise out in the hall, but as I kept myself perfectly still and quiet, I couldn’t hear it again.

Rattled a little I pulled out of Kylie and whispered, “I should get back to my sleeping bag.”

“Ok,” she replied quietly, a little out of breath.

Once I was back down there and had put on my boxers I whispered to her, “What happened? You know, when I was fucking you?”

“Oh… I had an orgasm…” She smiled a little tiredly. “I never had one before when I was being fucked by a boy.”

“Cool,” I said, happy and confused at the same time. Happy cause I’d done something the vaunted Ross and Brian hadn’t, but confused cause I hadn’t known girls even had orgasms.

“Vincent?” Kylie’s tired, sleepy voice came down to me.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I love you, too.”

Kylie’s hand came down from the bed. I took it in my hand and held her until I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next morning was very busy. We got up late, and went downstairs to have breakfast with my parents. After we were done eating, Mom took Kylie out for a ride. She said she wanted to talk with her and figure out what to do about her father.

As for my father, he said to me, after Kylie and Mom had left, “Vincent? Come into the living room. We need to talk.”

My heart sank. The sound I’d heard last night hadn’t been my imagination. “Ok, Dad,” I said, hoping that I was wrong.

Once we were in the living room, Dad sat me down on the couch and sat himself in his favorite chair.

“Vincent… we need to discuss something.”

“Ok.”

Dad took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Have you and Kylie been having sex?”

A thousand lies approached my mouth, but all were doused before they were uttered. Sighing a little I said in a quiet voice, “Yes…”

Dad sucked in another deep breath and nodded. “I see. How long has this been happening?”

“Uh… for like the last few days.”

“So basically from the first day you met her?”

“Yeah.”

Dad looked up at the ceiling. “I feel the need to be precise here. When I say ’sex’ I mean have you been putting your penis into her vagina?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. I thought that was what I was hearing last night, but I wasn’t sure.”

I hung my head. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to be sorry, not really. Sex is very normal. I lost my virginity back when I was not too much older than you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you and Mom didn’t meet until you were in college.”

My dad laughed long and loud. “Oh, son… believe it or not, I had sex with women before your mother.”

I was mildly ill at the thought of even my mom and dad having sex with each other, much less with anyone else. “Ew,” was what I managed to say.
Dad simply chuckled.

“So you’re not mad at me?”

Dad sobered up. “I’m mad at you for having sex with her last night, I’m mad at you for having sex period, but, well, it is a normal sort of thing.” He shrugged. “I just wish you’d waited until later. At least until you were an age with the word ‘teen’ at the end of it.”

“Sorry.”

“Was it your idea to start having sex?”

I shook my head. “No, it was hers. She’d had sex with the boys who had lived here before.”

“Oh. Is she the only girl you’ve done it with?”

“Yeah.” I took a deep breath of my own. “And I’m really sorry about doing it with her last night. But she seemed really sad and she said she wanted me to snuggle with her and make her feel better and then she asked if I would have sex with her and then we did,” I said in a rush.

My dad nodded. “Well… at least you were doing the right thing by trying to help your friend through a tough time.” He looked at me sharply all of a sudden. “Have you been using protection?”

“What?” I asked, puzzled.

“Protection,” he repeated. “So that she doesn’t get pregnant?”

“Pregnant?” I asked in shock.

“Yes. That’s what usually happens when people have sex.”

I was stunned. “I never even thought about it. You mean Kylie might be pregnant?” I started to panic a little.

“Calm down, calm down. She’s probably not. She’s probably not even had her first period yet. But it is possible.”

“Oh, god,” I said, feeling a little sick.

“Not to be indelicate, but are you making sperm yet?”

“Yeah…”

“I see… well…” Dad sighed and stood up. “Wait here.” He left and came back a minute or two later. I spent the entire time worrying. “Here.” Dad tossed a small box onto my lap.

I opened it up to see a set of small, foil squares. “What are these?”

“Condoms. You know what they are?”

I picked up one of the squares and looked at it. “No?”

Dad sighed. “You unroll them onto your penis before… before you…” He took a deep breath. “Before you have sex with Kylie. It will keep your sperm from reaching her eggs and making her pregnant.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. After you’re… well, done… you pull out, take it off and toss it into the trash. Always use a new one each time.”

My mind was turning over. “So… it’s ok for me to have sex with her as long as I use these?”

Dad sighed yet again. “I’m a realist, Vincent. I know that if I tell you not to have sex with her, you’ll sneak out of the house and find a way. It’s not really ok if you have sex with her, but I doubt you could stop if you wanted to. So if you DO have sex with her, PLEASE use some of these condoms, ok? If you need more, just let me know and I’ll buy them.”

“So if she stays over again, can we both sleep in my bed?”

Dad waved a hand. “One thing at a time, one thing at a time. We don’t even know what’s going to happen with her and her father today.”

“Oh, right.” I got depressed. “Dad? Kylie’s a really nice girl. Why would anyone want to hit her, especially her father?”

Dad shook his head. “I don’t know, son. Drink does strange things to a man. I understand her mother is dead, so he’s having to raise her by himself. I’m sure he’s very lonely and has god only knows what demons inside him. What he did was bad, but that doesn’t make him a bad man. Try not to judge him.”

“I’ll remember that, Dad.” These were the wisest words my father ever said to me and I did my best to remember them and live by them for the rest of my life. “If her Dad keeps drinking and trying to hit her, can she live with us?”

“One thing at a time, please, Vincent!”

“Sorry, sorry. I just really like her a lot, Dad.”

Dad sighed and came over to join me on the couch. He put an arm around my shoulders. “I know, Vincent. I know. We’ll see what we can do, ok?”

“Ok.” I thought for a moment. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for, you know, not yelling at me or anything.”

Dad laughed a little. “You know how my dad found out I was having sex?”

“How?”

“He walked in on me and my girlfriend having sex on the couch. Then he exploded. THAT was not a pretty sight, let me tell you. He calmed down a little, but, boy, did he scare Alicia. We never really saw each other again after that.” He gave me a hard look. “Believe me, I wanted to burst into there and tell you two to knock it off, but I knew that wouldn’t help anything.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh, hey, Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to tell Mom? You know… about me and Kylie?”

Dad laughed. “I think your mother probably already knows. She’s suspected for the last couple days. I actually had a bet with her and thanks to you, I have to go to see the ballet out in Omaha next month.”

“Oh, sorry.” I blushed.

The rest of the day was really, really tense for me. I was on pins and needles waiting for Mom to come back home and really hoping that she had Kylie with her. Those hopes were dashed when she finally showed up at around dinner time, looking very tired.

She walked in, gave my father a hug. He said, “We’re going to the ballet honey.” My mother snorted and walked over to me.

“You ok, Vincent?”

“Yeah, Mom. Where’s Kylie?”

“I took her home.”

“Oh.”

“I assume your father has already talked with you about certain… activities?”

“Huh?”

“Yes, I have,” my Dad put in.

“Alright. Then I won’t say anything more about it.”

“But Mom… why did you take Kylie home? I mean, after what her dad did?”

My mother sat down. “I talked with her father. I think he’s very truly sorry for what he did. I also made it clear to him that if he tries anything like that with her ever again, he’d regret it.”

“But why couldn’t she just stay here with us?”

“Kylie belongs with her family, Vincent.”

“But she’s my friend!”

My mom sighed. “I know you really care about her. You can still be friends with her, but she cannot stay here with us. That’s final.”

I knew that tone. There wasn’t any argument at this point. “Alright.”

“Good.” She held up a bag from the KFC out in town. “I brought us some dinner. Let’s all eat.”

Dinner was a little tense and, for me, kind of sad. I know that I would probably see Kylie tomorrow, but I was worried about her in the meantime. She was a really cool person and I really loved her and I worried that her dad might try to hit her again or something. In the end there wasn’t really anything for me to do. I just had to suck it up and deal with it.

I slept very fitfully that night. I was still concerned about Kylie and I kept hoping she’d come to knock on my window. Every time I heard even the faintest sound from outside, I thought it might be her coming to be with me.

No such luck. Eventually I drifted off to full sleep, not waking until morning.

* * *

The next day I was a big ball of worry. Kylie didn’t come by all day and didn’t call or anything. I was scared something might have happened to her. I kept bugging Mom and Dad to let me go visit her, but no dice. I just barely managed to get to sleep that night.

But the next morning, at just after nine, my heart leapt with joy as I woke up to the sound of a gentle tapping at my bedroom window. I pulled it open to reveal Kylie’s smiling face.

“Hey, Vincent.”

“Kylie!” I said, unbelievably relieved. I leaned through the window to hug her.

“Careful there,” she said. “You don’t want to fall out. Let me come in.”

“Sure!” I moved back so that Kylie could get in. Once she was inside she sat on my bed with me and we kissed for a few moments.

“Thanks for letting me stay here the other night,” she said.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t send you away, you know.”

“I know. But still.”

“Yeah. Where were you last night?”

“My dad took me out to Omaha. We went and had dinner and saw a movie. He felt really bad about the other night. He said he’s going to join AA.”

“That’s good. I felt really bad about him… you know… trying to hit you.”

Kylie nodded. “You’re not the only one.”

We sat there just looking at each other for a bit. Slowly I said, “Sooo… you wanna have sex?”

“Maybe in a bit. Can we just snuggle for a while, though?”

“Sure.” I pulled back my blanket for Kylie as she started getting undressed. Once she was naked she got in bed with me. We laid there facing each other and hugging. I gave her a kiss.

“You mom knew we were having sex,” Kylie said as one of her hands drifted down my back to rest right above my ass.

“Yeah, my dad thought we were, too.”

“What did he say to you about it?”

I gently caressed one of Kylie’s breasts and said, “He told me that he didn’t like it, he thought we should have waited and that we shouldn’t be doing it. He also gave me a little lecture about not getting you pregnant.”

Kylie nodded. “Your mom kind of said the same stuff. She wanted to know if I’d started my periods yet, but I haven’t so she said we were probably ok but that we should be careful in the future.”

A horrible thought occurred to me. “Did she tell your dad?”

“No, she didn’t.”
“Thank god,” I said, relaxing.

Kylie squeezed my butt and giggled. “What did your dad say about… you know… pregnancy?”

“He gave me some condoms. He said that if I need any more to ask him.”

“Condoms? Do you still have them?”

“Yeah.” I rolled over and reached down under the bed, pulling out the small box. I took out a foil-packed condom and handed it to Kylie, laying on my back next to her.

She turned it over in her hands. “So what do you do with it?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“Well, put it on so we can have sex.”

That was the best motivation I’d ever heard of! I tore open the packet, revealing a small, round bit of something rubbery. It was rolled up, and as I unrolled it a little, it was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do with it.

“I think it goes on my penis,” I said.

Kylie nodded. “Well, put it on.”

I held the condom against my penis and slowly rolled it down until it was completely on me. It felt weird, and there was another problem.

“I don’t think it’s going to stay on.” It was way too loose for me. Either it was too big or my penis was too small. I preferred to think it was the condom that was the problem.

“Well, let’s try it anyhow.”

“Ok.” I got between Kylie’s legs, holding the condom onto my penis with my hand. I lined up and penetrated her easily. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it did without the condom, but it still felt better than masturbating.

Once I pulled my hand off the small tube of latex and tried to move, however, there was an immediate problem. My penis slid right out of the condom, leaving it still inside Kylie’s vagina.

“Shit,” I said. “It came off.”

“Try it again.”

I took the condom out of Kylie and put it back onto me. Once it was as secure as it was likely to get, I pushed back inside her. But as soon as I started fucking, I slid right out of it again.

“This isn’t working,” I said in annoyance.

“Just leave it off, then.”

I looked at Kylie. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Your mom said that since I haven’t started my periods yet, I probably can’t get pregnant.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” I said without any real effort to convince her otherwise.

“I’m sure.”

“Ok.” I held my penis against her vagina and then slid up inside, pleased at how much better it felt without the condom. “Oh, that’s so much better,” I whispered to her.

“Yeah…”

It was another unhurried session of sex. We were both heading towards orgasms and we knew it, but it wasn’t that important. What was important was just being together. Being friends. Being lovers. Me inside her, her under me.

Kylie and I made love all day. We had sex mostly in my bedroom, but we also tried it once in the shower and once in the living room, giggling at how naughty we were being by fucking on the couch. Each time we had sex, I made sure to open a condom up and throw it in the trash. I figured that way if my dad checked, he’d think we were using them.

In retrospect we should have found a way to do so. Three months after Kylie and I started having sex, she noticed that she seemed to be getting a little fat and had started throwing up in the morning. When I told my mom about this she went into instant panic mode. We got Kylie away from her house and took her to a doctor in Omaha where he confirmed she was pregnant. We found out the day of my thirteenth birthday. When my dad found out and asked me about the condoms he’d been buying, I explained to him the problem we’d had. He rolled his eyes and that was when I learned that condoms came in different sizes. Ooops.

Kylie’s dad went berserk when he heard she was pregnant and at first we all thought he was going to start drinking again. Instead he sat down with my dad and mom and they all talked. It was finally decided that until she gave birth (we’d decided against abortion), Kylie would stay with us, sleeping in my room with me. It was nice sleeping with her every night. It was like we were married. We even still had sex fairly often, right up until about a month before she was supposed to have the baby.

Eight months after the testing, one week before her own thirteenth birthday, Kylie gave birth to our son. It wasn’t an easy birth. The doctor had to perform a c-section and because of that, Kylie wouldn’t be able to get pregnant ever again.

A week after she gave birth, Kylie moved back to her dad’s house with our baby. I made sure to go over and visit as much as I could. Her father was kind of a jerk to me at first, but eventually he calmed down and we all started to get along ok.

Kylie and I both still managed to stay in school despite the problems and all the jokes from our classmates. Some of the other kid’s parents raised a fuss, but there wasn’t much they could do. It WAS kind of weird when, for a while, Kylie, myself and our son were all going to the same school (he started kindergarten in our senior year and there was only one school in the area for everyone), but we dealt with it ok.

After graduation, Kylie and I got married. We moved into our own house in Omaha and we’ve been living there ever since. It’s been ten years now since we first had sex. We still do it as often as we can. We still love each other and our son.

Life might throw you a few surprises as you go down the road. I hadn’t expected to get laid at twelve or to be a father at thirteen. The best you can do is just stay the course and hope things turn out alright. I have a son I love and I wife I love. Turns out Nebraska wasn’t so boring after all.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Aren’t skater boys just about the sexiest things on the planet? I think so.

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A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes

Follow the adventures of twelve-year-old Madison Semmes as she experiences her first year of sex!

Unfortunately Alex never finished the series to a full year. So no more Madison after March…

A dedicated Alex Hawk fan named Critock wrote the last part. So Madison still had her full year. Thanks so much Critock!!


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