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Chasing Colt – Chapter Eight – Spencer Gets Some Pussy

October 16, 2008

Chasing Colt – Chapter Eight – Spencer Gets Some Pussy
By
Alex Hawk

We all fooled around and fucked for a bit while Bryce and I conjured up the plans for deflowering Spencer. Once the plans were set, Tyler made himself scarce, Bryce went to get the victim and I got cleaned up and ready. After that, I put on a bathrobe and sat around to watch some tv while I waited for the boys to show up.

For some reason, I wasn’t being overly worried anymore about any of the moral questions that I’d been having from the start. I was being fucked by my own brother on an almost daily basis, and that didn’t bother me. I’d helped another brother and sister couple start having sex and that didn’t bother me. So far in the last few days I’d taken the virginities of three boys and was about to do another one. I knew I was ending up as a major megaslut, but it didn’t really concern me.

There was a knock at the door. I straightened myself up and walked over to it, opening it up to reveal Bryce and the soon-to-be unvirgin Spencer.

“Hello, boys,” I said in my best slightly sexy voice.

“Hey, sexy,” Bryce said. He led Spencer in and then shut the door. Once he was inside he reached his arms into my robe, pulled me close, gave me a kiss and squeezed one of my breasts. I responded by moaning a little and kissing him back while groping his crotch.

“Hello, Spencer,” I said as Bryce pulled my robe down off my body, leaving me naked and exposed before the boys.

“Hi!” he squeaked at me, eyes wide.

I put an arm around the shoulders of each boy and said, “Well, let’s get up to my bedroom.”

“Sounds good,” Bryce replied.

The three of us made our way up to my bedroom. Once there, I fell back onto my bed and laid there, legs spread and smiling at the boys.

“So, how do you want to do this, Spencer? It’s your virginity that’s going to be lost after all.”

Spencer blushed hotly. “I’m not really sure.” He looked at Bryce for help.

“It’s up to you, Spence,” Bryce said as he started undressing. “I’d at least recommend getting naked first.”

“Ok.” Spencer kept staring at my body while he silently undressed. Soon he was naked, and I feasted my eyes on the body of the next young virgin.

Bryce laid down next to me and started rubbing at my vagina, working a finger up inside me. He looked at Spencer.

“So, what do you want to do?”

“Uh… well… can I… like…” He blushed again.

I smiled at him. “Just say what you want to say, Spencer.”

“Well… can I just… you know… just get it in and… you know? Not like any extra stuff. I just wanna…” He trailed off, but his very hard penis gave an eager twitch.

“You just wanna fuck me right away without worrying about anything like foreplay?” I asked, a faint tingle going through me.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

I laughed. “Well, that sounds like a fine idea for me.” I spread my legs a little wider and said, “Help yourself.” After a moment I then said, “Bryce? You DO need to take your finger out so that he can get his penis in.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” the boy said with a grin as he withdrew his finger and sat back.

I wiggled down so that I was laying with my pelvis at the edge of the bed. Spencer moved towards me and stood there between my legs, penis in hand.

“So I just stick it in?”

“Well, here’s the spot,” I said, reaching down to hold open my labia and show the entrance to my vagina. “You just put the tip right there and then slowly work it up inside.”

“That’s all there is to it?”

“Yeah.”

“Here, step aside son, and let me show you,” Bryce said, sitting up.

“Ok.” Spencer stepped to one side.

Bryce got between my legs and rubbed the head of his penis against my vagina. “Now, watch. You just do it like this.” He gave a gentle push and with three easy strokes worked his erection up inside my waiting body. “And THAT’S all there is to it,” he said with a breathless smile.

“Wow,” breathed Spencer masturbating while he watched us fuck. “I almost… you know… like didn’t believe…”

“That people actually do this?” I asked, looking up at Spencer as Bryce slowly fucked me.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, they most certainly do,” Bryce said, continuing to screw me. “And it’s DAMN nice.” He looked over at Spencer, not breaking his rhythm. “You ready for your turn?”

“God, yes,” the boy said eagerly, masturbating faster.

Laughing I said to Bryce, “You better pull out quick before he cums.”

“Aw, but I like it in here so much,” he said, thrusting deep into me.

I stifled a whimper and said, “God, boy, I’ll turn you straight yet.”

Grinning, Bryce slipped his penis out of me and looked over at Spencer.

“Ok, boy. Saddle up and go for a ride! Yeeeee-haw!”

Glaring at Bryce I said, “Brycey, dear? You ever wanna fuck me anymore, don’t ever do that again.”

He stuck his tongue out at me as Spencer moved between my legs. He touched the tip of his penis against my vagina.

“Here?”

“There.”

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The hand holding his penis was shaking quite a bit as he got ready to fuck me. Apparently the shaking was a little too much, though, because suddenly Spencer grunting and I felt several warm spurts of sperm land all over my vagina.

Both Bryce and I burst out into laughter as Spencer finished cumming. Not cruel laughter, it was just that it was really funny. At first he looked angry, but soon even Spencer was giggling a little bit. Finally he managed to pull himself together (as it were).

“I’m sorry, Amber,” he said. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, I didn’t think you did,” I said. I reached down to pick up a towel.

“No, wait a second,” Bryce said, a little gleam in his eye. “Allow me.” He crouched down between my legs and started licking all over my vagina, doing his best to get up every bit of Spencer’s sperm.

“Oh, that’s just weird,” Spencer muttered, looking down at the sight.

“Mmmm… feels nice, though,” I said, quivering a bit.

Once everything was cleaned up, Bryce stood, wiped his face off and slowly slid his penis back into my vagina.

“Ah… you know,” he said, starting to thrust slowly. “You’ll never turn me straight. I think I could handle being Ambersexual though.”

I let out a laugh, running my hands up and down Bryce’s bare chest as he fucked me. “I think I’ll just stick to boys. Pretty boys like you and Spencer,” I said, winking at the still-virgin boy. I reached out with one of my hands to fondle his still mostly-hard penis.

Smiling shyly, Spencer said, “Can I kiss you, Amber?”

“Sure.”

He leaned down and nervously pressed his lips against mine. I moved my hand from his penis onto the back of his head and held him against me as I slid my tongue into his mouth.

After about two minutes of kissing he said to me, “You sure kiss good.”

“I’ve had some practice in the matter,” I said with a grin.

Spencer started kissing me again, and I placed one of his hands on my breasts, really getting into this.

Bryce suddenly stopped moving and withdrew from me. “Ok. I’m probably going to pull a Spencer any second now, so I think I’d best stop for a bit.”

“Does that mean I can try it again?” Spencer asked, looking up.

“That’s up to Amber, Spence,” Bryce said, sitting down next to me and working on my other breast.

“Amber?”

“Sure. Give it another go,” I said, kissing him on the lips. “Good luck this time.”

“Heh,” Spencer said as he got between my legs. He took his penis in his hand once more and pressed it against the entrance. “Here, right?”

“Yes.”

Very slowly Spencer pushed and the tip of his thirteen-year-old virgin penis penetrated my waiting fifteen-year-old vagina. He steadied himself and then pushed forward a little more, getting about halfway in. Taking a deep breath he pushed forward one last time and now had every bit of his young erection buried deep inside my body.

“Oh, shit,” Spencer whispered, trembling with excitement and pleasure. “God, I’m happy I already came… oh, god, this is wonderful… fuck, I really got it in you… it feels so fucking good…”

Bryce said to Spencer, “Try moving a little, just like you did when you were fucking me.”

Spencer closed his eyes and started fucking me slowly. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m fucking you… I’m fucking a girl… I actually really have my dick in a girl’s pussy… this is so fucking cool…”

“Told you he was vocal,” Bryce whispered to me.

“Yeah, no kidding,” I whispered back. Louder and to Spencer I said, “Fuck me, Spencer. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

“Oh, god, yeah… I’ll fuck you hard, Amber… I’ll fuck you hard… Oh, god…” He was starting to have trouble talking because he was losing his breath from the hardcore fucking he was now giving me.

I was impressed despite myself. Though I’d never tell any of the other boys, the fucking Spencer was giving me was a better first time fuck than any of them had managed.

Spencer recovered his breath long enough to say, “Oh… oh, god, Amber… oh, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you… oh… oooooooh… my dick’s gonna shoot my sperm into your pussy… oh, god, here it comes… here it comes…” He pushed against me and held himself steady as his penis kicked and bucked inside my vagina, his semen finally going into me instead of just onto me.

By the time Spencer was done cumming, I’d nearly had an orgasm of my own. As Spencer pulled his almost completely limp penis out of me I looked at Bryce and said, “Fuck me. Now.”

“Ok!” Not needing any extra prompting, Bryce mounted up, expertly inserting his penis up into my vagina. “Oooo… Spencersperm! Makes it even better!” he said as he started fucking.

I laid back and let Bryce have his fun, knowing that he’d probably get me off at about the same time he had his orgasm. Bryce had gotten pretty good at that lately. Sure enough, mere seconds before Bryce’s sperm joined Spencer’s, I felt my orgasm hit, my vagina clutching hard around Bryce’s thrusting penis as the waves of pleasure surged through my body.

By the time Bryce was done cumming we were all pretty tired. The three of us snuggled up on the bed together, relaxing and talking about what had just happened. We were still there when Tyler got home and joined us in the sack.

Before Bryce and Spencer had left, I’d been fucked by each boy and we’d even tried something special with Tyler fucking Spencer while Spencer fucked Bryce and Bryce fucked me. It wasn’t easy and it only barely worked, but we made it happen.

Also before the boys left, we’d also worked out a special plan for Angelo. It would be a few days before we could implement it, but I was looking forward to it. It would be the best fuck yet, I was sure of it, and then I’d only have to do Matthew, Tobey and Ezra before I could officially get fucked by Colt.

END CHAPTER EIGHT

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. I love you. You love me. We’re a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won’t you say you love me too?

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Earning a Living

October 19, 2008

Earning a Living
By
Alex Hawk

As the rain beat down on the streets, I held out my hand to passersby, saying, “Spare change? Any spare change?” to just about everyone that came by while next to me my sister shivered in the cold.

“This isn’t working, Baird,” she said as she trembled.

“I know, Cheyenne, but I don’t have any other ideas.”

We’d been stuck out on the streets of Seattle’s U-District for a month now, ever since our Dad had died and left us with nothing but debt. Then our mom got laid off. Originally she had been here with us, but last week she’d gotten a job. Bad part was it was clear on the other side of the state in Spokane. She planned to go work there as much and as hard as she could, and then send us money as soon as she could so that we could join her.

Our mom had left us with at least a little money before she went, but we ended up spending that pretty quickly, and for the last two days we’d been stuck having to earn money this way. It had worked out pretty well yesterday, but it hadn’t been pouring down rain yesterday, and my sister had been the one trying to get people to give her money. That seemed to work much better than me trying.

“If you have any better suggestions,” I added, “I’ll listen.”

“I can’t think of anything,” she replied, miserably.

“Me, either.”

One more hour drifted past. We’d ended up accumulating about four bucks, which wasn’t even enough to buy dinner for the two of us. This really, really sucked ass.

“This really, really sucks ass,” Cheyenne said.

I laughed. “I was just thinking that.”

“Spare change?” my sister called out as a man walked past.

Rather than simply walk by, he stopped and looked at us both.

“What are you two doing out here?”

“Trying to get money,” I said.

“Where are your parents?”

“Our dad died a few months ago. We got evicted. Our mom got a job last week, but she hasn’t been able to mail us any money yet. We’re cold, we’re hungry and we just want to get some cash.”

“You’re brother and sister?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How old are you two?”

“I’m thirteen and Cheyenne is fourteen.”

The man seemed to be considering something. “You probably haven’t gotten a lot of money today, with the weather.”

“No,” I said.

Cheyenne spoke up. “We just want to be able to get something to eat.”

The man nodded. “Alright. I’ll tell you what. Let me take you two over to Denny’s to get some food. I’ll buy you whatever you’d like to eat.”
I perked up. “Really? You’d do that? Why?”

Shrugging he said, “It’s Sunday and I haven’t done my good deed for the week yet.”

I traded looks with Cheyenne. She had an “it’s up to you” kind of expression on her face.

“Alright. We’ll go with you. Thanks, mister.”

“Call me Renault.”

“Like the car?”

“Yes. I have a sister named Porsche and another one named Mercedes. Apparently my parents wanted to keep up the trend.”

Cheyenne and I both laughed and stood up, walking after Renault as he escorted us to the nearby Denny’s. It was a short walk, and since we were all trying to hurry and stay as dry as possible, conversation was limited.

When we got there, we went inside, got our seats and each ordered a cup of coffee. Once we were drinking and had placed our food orders, Renault said, “It must be very difficult being stuck out on the streets like this.”

“It is a little,” I admitted. “But our mom got a job now, so we’ll be ok. She just needs to work for a short amount of time to save up some money so that we can get into a new place to live.”

Renault nodded. “I can see where that would be a good thing.”

We chatted a little more, largely me and him, Cheyenne stayed quiet most of the time. Once the food arrived it was mostly him talking with me and my sister nodding from time to time, not paying as much attention as we were before.

After we were done with the dinner, Renault bought us dessert and continued talking with us, telling stuff about his life. Turned out that he was twenty-nine and didn’t do anything for work. It seemed that he had access to a major inheritance that his parents had left him. It sounded like he had more money than he knew what to do with. He spent most of his time going to movies, reading, visiting museums, things like that. I was jealous.

“Where were you two planning to sleep tonight?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Probably we were going to try and get into one of the shelters. We stayed there the other night, but we didn’t like it. But since it’s raining tonight…”

He nodded. “I can understand that. Excuse me; I need to visit the restroom.” He stood and walked away.

“He seems nice, Baird.”

I nodded. “Yeah, he seems like an ok guy. It was nice of him to buy us this food.”

“Sounds like he can afford it pretty easily,” Cheyenne grumbled.

“Be nice.”

Renault came back a minute or two later. As he sat down, he said, “I’ll tell you kids what. If you want, you can come stay with me tonight. I have a nice little condo here in town. You can come stay with me and be out of the rain and not have to go to the shelter.”

“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne. “Well… I mean… that’s a nice offer… but…”

“We’ll take it,” Cheyenne said quickly.

I blinked. “What?”

“We’ll take it,” she repeated. She leaned over. “I can’t take the idea of another night at that shelter.”

“It was pretty unpleasant,” I conceded. She had always been the more practical of the two of us.

“Well, the offer is open, if you two want. My car is outside, we can ride on up there. I have a guest room you two can stay in. No problem.”

I looked at my sister again and then shrugged. “Alright. Sounds like a good plan to me.”

We finished up the food, polished off our coffee and waited while Renault settled up on the bill. After we left, we walked down a couple blocks and came to a very, very nice looking car.

“Cool car,” I said, as we walked to it.

“Thank you, Baird. It’s an Aston-Martin,” Renault said. “A certain irony, I suppose.” He held open the door for my sister and I. We got in, he got behind the wheel and we headed off, riding in silence for about five minutes until we pulled into the garage of a condo not too terribly far from downtown.

Renault’s condo was up at the top of the building. It was a really nice place. Very modern in it’s look, but with some nice old furniture. I didn’t really know how to describe it, but I liked it a lot. Even the room he’d given to Cheyenne and I was really nice, with a great big bed, the biggest I’d ever seen.

“Would you two like to watch a movie?” he asked once we were settled in. Both Cheyenne and I were interested, so we sat back and watched the special edition version of “Fellowship of the Ring”, which we’d both liked.

After the movie was over, Renault, looking a little awkward and embarrassed, said, “I have a proposition for you two.”

“Oh?” I asked.

He nodded and took a deep breath. “I want to give you two some money. Well, not give it. I want to give you the chance to earn some money.”
I perked up a bit. “Ok, how?”

Renault looked awkward again. “Well… you two are brother and sister.”

“Yes,” I agreed to the patently obvious.

Biting his bottom lip, Renault continued. “I have a special idea that I want you two to consider. If you end up being interested, I’ll give you two-thousand dollars.”
Both my eyes and those of my sister went very wide. “Two thousand?” she squeaked.

Nodding, Renault said, “Yes. In cash.”

“What do you want us to do to earn it?” I asked, now getting a little apprehensive. No one offered you two thousand dollars for something easy.

“It’s easy,” he said. Taking another deep breath he went on. “I’ve always wanted to see a brother and sister… well… have sex with each other. If you two are willing to do that for me, I’ll give you two thousand dollars.”

Cheyenne and I just stared at him for several seconds. I should have known he was some creep, I thought. There was no way anyone normal would have been so nice to us.

“I think we should leave,” I said, starting to stand up.

Cheyenne grabbed my arm and yanked me back down. Leaning over she whispered to me, “Baird! He’s going to give us two thousand dollars. TWO THOUSAND,” she hissed.

“Just a second,” I said to Renault.

Renault stood up. “I’m going to go into the kitchen and make a snack. Why don’t you two sort out what you want to do?”

“Ok.” I turned towards Cheyenne and whispered, “He’s going to give us two thousand dollars if you and I have sex with each other!”

Cheyenne blushed and looked a little uncomfortable. “Yeah, I know. That’s not something I really want, but it’s a lot of money, and we really need money.”

“I know it is.”

“Think of how much it would help us. We could go to where Mom is and we could get a place for all three of us to live.”

“Yeah, but…” I tried to formulate my argument against this while at the same time I couldn’t help but notice that I was getting a hard-on. I’d never had sex with a girl before and like most thirteen-year-old boys, I really wanted to. But with my own sister? But we’d get money. But it would be with Cheyenne. But we’d get a LOT of money. I was so unsure.

“Besides, if we ended up doing this and got paid two thousand dollars, think of all the time we wouldn’t have to spend begging in the streets.”

I thought hard. In the end I just couldn’t decide and figured that since she was the more practical of the two, I’d let my sister make the choice.

“Cheyenne… I can’t make my mind up on this. It WOULD be a lot of money, yes, but you’re my sister. We shouldn’t be having sex with each other. The money would be nice, though. But I just don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess I’ll leave it up to you. If you want, we’ll do it, but if not, we won’t.”

“You’re going to make ME decide?” she protested.

“Yeah.” I looked away. “You know you’re a little smarter than me.”

“Only a little?” she asked with a grin.

I stuck my tongue out in response.

Cheyenne bit her lower lip. Then she nodded. “Ok. Renault?” she called out.

“Yes?” he asked, poking his head around the corner.

My sister took a deep breath. “We’ll do it.”

My heart lurched and skipped a beat. I forced myself to nod in agreement as Renault looked over to me.

“Wonderful!” he said, clapping his hands. “Thank you both so much!”

“Yeah,” I grumbled a little.

“Let me finish getting this snack ready,” he said, vanishing back into the kitchen.

I glared at Cheyenne. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Well, you DID leave it up to me, and I don’t want to spend another night in a shelter or be stuck having to beg for money in the rain. If you fucking me gets us enough money so that we don’t have to do that, it’ll be worth it.”

Still grumbling I turned away from my sister. I was slightly impressed by the fact that she was willing to make such a very logical choice, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it, though my body was just starting to catch onto the fact that I was, apparently, going to be getting laid soon.

“Here we go,” Renault said, bustling back into the room. He set down a platter of fruit and veggies. “Healthy.” He smiled.

“So… when you say you want us to have sex… do you mean actually… you know… fucking?” I managed to ask.

Renault nodded. “Yes, I mean intercourse. As well as foreplay, of course. I want you two to enjoy it.” He paused. “Are you both virgins?”

Blushing a little I nodded as Cheyenne did the same.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll walk you through everything.”

“Thanks,” I said, unsure if I was thankful or not as I munched on some of the food.

“Well… why don’t you two go and get a shower. Get yourselves cleaned up.”

“Ok,” I replied. “I’ll go first.”

“Hmmm… why don’t you two shower together? Get used to seeing each other nude before we start.”

“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne who nodded. “Alright. I guess that’ll be ok.”

“Alright. Bathroom’s just right off your bedroom,” he said. “I’ll just wait out here for you two. You should find bathrobes in the closet.”

As Cheyenne and I went into the bedroom, I said, “Are you sure you want us to do this?”

“I don’t WANT us to. I just think that we have to.” She paused. “Look, Baird. We need money. We need money badly. If we get two thousand dollars, well… that’s enough to get us to where Mom is and move us into an apartment. If I have to spend five minutes getting fucked by you in order to avoid having to spend the next couple weeks living on the streets, well, just call me Fucky McFuck.”

“Fucky McFuck?” I asked with a grin.

“Damn right.”

We went into the bathroom and looked at the shower. It was big. I mean REALLY big, with two shower heads. It looked impressive as hell.

“Nice shower,” I conceded.

“Yeah.” Cheyenne looked at me. “Well… should we get in?”

“Yeah.”

We traded looks with each other and then finally Cheyenne started to undress. I followed suit and pretty quickly we were both in just our underwear.

“Well… time for the last bit,” she said with a nervous grin.

“Yeah…”

Cheyenne let out a little sigh and then slipped out of her panties and bra, leaving her wonderfully naked. My eyes drank in the sight. She was the first girl I’d ever seen naked in real life. My hard on, which had left, returned with a vengeance. She wasn’t the hottest girl in the world. Her breasts weren’t very big and she was kinda skinny, but to me she looked… well, like a naked girl.

“Come on,” she said as she turned away to start the water going.

Sighing myself, I pulled down my underwear, my virgin penis popping straight up to smack against my stomach. I held my hands over it and made my way into the shower.

Turning away from my sister and towards the shower head, I started cleaning myself off, relaxing a little as the warm water washed over my naked body. It had been a while since I’d been able to get a good, hot shower, and this whole experience might at least be worth it just for that.

Well, maybe not.

Cheyenne said, “Nice butt, Baird.” Before I could respond, I simultaneously felt a sharp sting on my butt and heard a loud SNAP! Whirling around, I saw my sister standing there with a wet washcloth and giggling.

“Hey!” I grabbed a washcloth of my own, ready to snap.

“Careful, boy. I have a good target,” my sister said, twirling her washcloth while she eyed my erect penis.

I felt a blush burn its way across my face as I turned around. “Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered.

“No, I’m sorry, Baird. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s ok.”

“Turn back around.”

I did so, holding my hands in front of my erection. My sister stood there unashamedly nude in front of me.

“Take your hands away. It’s going to be inside me, I might as well see it.”

Awkwardly, I pulled my hands back from my penis. My sister studied it intently, finally saying, “Not big. I’ve seen smaller.”

I blinked. “You have?”

She nodded and said, “Yeah. I’ve… well, I’m not totally inexperienced.”

“Oh,” I said, weakly. “What… what have you done?”

Shrugging, Cheyenne said, “Nothing big. I’ve gone down on a few boys, that’s all.”

“Oh. Anyone I know?”

“Probably not. It was mostly at a party some of my friends had. We all put on different color lipstick and sucked off each boy for a bit.”

“Oh,” I said, continuing my trend as my mind spun. My sister had gone down on a bunch of other boys at a party? How come I didn’t get invited to these things? “You haven’t actually Done It, though, right?”

“Yeah, I’m still a virgin,” she said as she started soaping herself up again. “What have you done?”

“Nothing much. Just kissing and some other things.”

“Like what?”

Blushing I said, “Nothing, really.”

“Come on,” she persisted. “What else have you done?”

“Uh… well… look, promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Ok.”

Blushing some more, I said, “Well… I fooled around a little with Blake. We kind of… you know… touched each other and… sucked each other…”

Cheyenne looked at me for several seconds and then burst out laughing. “You’ve jerked and blown another boy? Oh, that’s funny!”

“Hey, it’s not that funny!”

“Sure it is!” She stopped laughing but kept grinning. “It’s not that big of a deal, Baird. Lots of boys that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, well,” I grumbled.

“Besides,” Cheyenne said as she smacked me on the butt, getting an indignant squawk out of me. “It means we’ve both done the same things.”

I shook my head, and then started giggling. “Yeah, I guess we have.” I felt the atmosphere in the shower lighten considerably. “So… we’re really going to have sex with each other?”

Nodding as she washed her hair, Cheyenne said, “Yeah. I guess we are. I can certainly think of worse ways to earn two thousand dollars.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I admitted. “I just never thought I’d lose my virginity like this, you know?”

“Yeah. But, well, it could have been worse. Renault could have asked us to have sex with him instead of each other. I mean, which would you rather do?”

I actually stopped moving as my mind tried to sort that conundrum out. Would I rather have sex with an older man, or my own sister? Finally I shook my head. “Stop making my brain hurt.”

Cheyenne laughed and splashed some water at me. “Doesn’t that thing ever soften up?” she asked, looking at my penis.

I shook my head. “Not during times like this.”

“Oh, right. You’ve had so many times like this.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I guess it means I’d better not drop the soap. Whoops!” she said, suddenly letting the soap she was holding fly out of her hand. “I’ll just bend over and pick that up,” she said, casually as she turned away from me and bent over.

I stared at my sister’s bare backside. Trying hard to think of a witty reply, I finally had to settle for, “Be careful, or you might get poked by something.”

“Like what?” she asked, looking back at me with a slight sneer.

Moving forward, I took my young penis in my hand and in a slightly shaky voice, I said, “Like this.”

“Oh, yeah? Go ahead.” Cheyenne bent over all the way.

Swallowing a little, I regarded the spectacle in front of me. I had no real clue exactly where my sister’s vagina was, or even if I’d actually stick my penis in if I did. On the other hand, it was pretty obvious she was trying her best to tease the hell out of me, and I wouldn’t be letting her get away with that.

With that in mind, I took a couple steps closer, until I was standing right behind my sister. I held my penis so that it was pointing straight forward and, taking a deep breath, stepped that last step closer, feeling the tip poking against something warm.

“Oh! Ah!” Cheyenne said suddenly. “Ah… you have better aim than I thought…”

“You mean… this is the right spot?” I asked, my mouth going dry, despite all the water splashing on our nude bodies.

“Ah… yeah…” She pressed back against me and I felt the tip of my penis surrounded suddenly by a strange warm wetness.

“Oh…” I said, weakly, not daring to move. I looked down and saw most of the tip of my young penis disappearing into my sister’s vagina.

“Baird…?” my sister said after a moment.

“Yeah…?”

I felt Cheyenne tremble a little as she quietly said, “Slide it all the way in me…”

I was barely managing to resist the urge to do just that. “But… then we won’t be virgins…” I said, stating the blatantly obvious.

“I know… I don’t want him to see us lose our virginities to each other… he can pay us to fuck… but he doesn’t get to see that part…”

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

“Yes… yes, I’m sure…” Cheyenne pushed back against me and I felt a little more of my penis slip inside her.

“Alright,” I said, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I put my hands on my sister’s hips and pushed forward, feeling and watching as my thirteen-year-old virgin penis slided very smoothly and easily into her tight, warm, wet fourteen-year-old virgin vagina.

“Ooooooh… Baird…” she whispered. “Oh, god…”

Unable to speak or think or do much of anything, I looked down to where our bodies were joined, seeing on the barest hint of my penis, knowing that the rest was buried deep inside my sister’s body.

Having seen plenty of pornos, I knew what I had to do next. I held onto my sister’s hips and began slowly moving back and forth inside her, my mind blurring at how wonderful the sensations around my penis were. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Even the blowjobs I’d traded with Blake weren’t nearly as good.

As I fucked my sister she whispered, “Baird…? When you cum… pull out…”

“Ok…” I gasped out. I was actually having real life sex with a real life girl! Who cared if she was my sister? This was just too amazing for me to worry about that!
It wasn’t more than a minute before I knew I needed to pull out. I quickly withdrew my penis from my sister’s vagina and stroked it hard and fast, gasping and grunting as my sperm fired out of me and splattered onto her back in several long, hard bursts. When I was done, I fell back against one of the shower walls, the water beating over my naked, no longer virgin, teenage body.

My sister stayed bent over for a moment and then finally stood up. She stretched and looked over at me.

“So that’s what getting fucked feels like.”

“So that’s what fucking feels like,” I gasped.

Cheyenne let the water splash onto her back as she tried to clean up a little. “We should probably get out of her. Renault is going to start to wonder what’s taking us so long.”

“Oh, yeah. Ok.” I got back under the water, soaped myself up and rinsed off just as my sister turned off her tap.

“Baird?”

“Yeah?” I asked as I turned off my water and grabbed a towel.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“We can’t tell Renault though, ok?”

“Don’t worry. As far as he’s going to know, we’re both still virgins.”

“Ok.”

As we finished toweling off, Cheyenne came over and gave me a clingy hug, her body pressing against mine in all sorts of ways. “I’m glad my first time was with someone I love.”

I had no clue what to say to that other than, “Me, too.”

With that we separated, finished toweling off and put on the incredibly soft and fluffy bathrobes that were in the closet. Then we made our way back into the living room where Renault was watching “The Incredibles” on DVD.

“Violet and Dash would make an interesting couple, don’t you think?” he asked us with a little smile.

“Uh… they’re just cartoons?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. Not nearly as interesting as the real life brother and sister in front of me. Did you get used to seeing each other?”

We both nodded.

“Good!” Renault smiled a little more. “You ready to fuck for the first time?”

“Absolutely,” I said with a straight face.

Less than an hour later I was sinking my penis into my sister’s vagina for the second time in my life. It was heavenly, especially since Renault had me cum inside her. From what little I understood about girls, I thought that Cheyenne probably came, too, but I wasn’t totally sure.

After we were done, Renault gave us the money and let us get some sleep. The next morning he paid us to fuck again, and when we left his apartment we had four thousand dollars burning holes in our pockets. We went straight to the Greyhound station and bought two tickets to Spokane.

When we got there, we pretty quickly made contact with our Mom and by the end of the week were living not in an apartment, but in a very nice house with a cool little yard and everything! We never told her where we got the money from, and thankfully she never asked. I knew she was happy that we had stability in our lives again.

Cheyenne and I had sex a few more times after we moved to Spokane. We didn’t do it too much. It never became a regular thing, but we enjoyed it when we did do it. Eventually, though, my sister moved on and got herself a boyfriend.

Shortly after that, much to my surprise, I got one myself. Despite how much I’d enjoyed fucking my sister and despite how much I thought I’d liked girls, it turned out that I was actually more interested in boys. Apparently things with Blake hadn’t just been a passing fancy. Once I started dating guys, there was no turning back for me, and I haven’t fucked any girls since.

It was a pretty odd experience, that night in Renault’s shower. It led to a strange place with my sister and I, but it also led us to all new levels of happiness as we were reunited with our mom in a brand new home in a brand new town.

I wonder, from time to time, if Renault is paying any other kids to fuck for him like we did. I hope so, and I hope that it works out as well for them as it did for us.

THE END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Exitus acta probat, which these days seems to be more the motto of our country than e plurabis unam.

***
This was a fun little tale, I thought. I’ve always wanted to write a story about a brother and sister who got paid to have sex with each other. I hope you all liked it as much as I did.
It’s also part of a series called “Ave Rats”, which centers around the homeless kids who live in Seattle’s University District on a street nicknamed “The Ave”. I don’t know how many parts there will be to the series or where I’ll go with it. But I do know that it’ll feature different characters each time, much like what I have in mind for the other “In the FLiN” stories.
Like always, make sure you look over the contest, the stories, the guide to seduction and all the other fine things on my site! www.alexhawk.com is coming soon!

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Fascination

October 21, 2008

Fascination
By
Alex Hawk

I opened the door and turned on the light, gesturing inside the room.

“Here you go, Kelly,” I said to my twelve-year-old niece.

“Thanks, Uncle Matt,” she said, a little glumly.

“You holding up ok?” I asked as we both walked into the room. Until yesterday it’d been my home office. Now it was going to be Kelly’s bedroom.

She shrugged. “I guess. It’s still real hard sometimes, you know?”

I nodded. My sister and her husband had both died in a car wreck two weeks ago. I’d flown out to St Louis where she’d lived and after the funeral had been granted at least temporary custody and likely would end up with her permanently. I hadn’t expected to become a father at the age of thirty-five, especially since I’m gay.

“Well, look,” I said. “Why don’t you get settled in here and I’ll make us up something for dinner, ok?”

“Ok.”

I left Kelly in the bedroom and went into the kitchen where I began to cook up some dinner. I figured chicken breasts cooked with a white wine sauce, a small salad and a little bit of sorbet for dessert would be good.

As I cooked I pondered what my life was going to be like henceforth. I had a pretty active social life, which included the occasional orgy here at my apartment. I was by any standard very good looking, so I never had any problem finding guys to have sex with. That, of course, was going to have to end. I could hardly be having orgies when a twelve-year-old girl was living with me.

This raised a whole host of other questions in my mind, too, like how exactly did I raise a young girl? I’d never really taken care of any kids before. Thank god she wasn’t in diapers, but what about other things? Like… tampons and… bras and… boys? How did I deal with all that stuff?

Then I chided myself. It didn’t matter how I dealt with them. I’d find a way. I was the adult. Kelly was the child, and she’d just lost both her parents. She really needed me to step up and do what was required. With that in mind, I finished cooking and called her into the dinning room to eat her first dinner in her new home.

* * *

A month went by. Kelly had arrived in late August and was now at the end of her second week of school. I could tell she was still lonely and feeling bad. I knew she missed her friends and of course her parents. I had no idea what to do to help her.

As predicted, too, my social life was now dead. I hadn’t gone to any of the bars or been laid since Kelly arrived. Sure it was a minor thing compared to helping her adjust to her new life, but it was still there as an issue for me.

Late on Friday night, when I would normally be out sucking some dick instead of being in bed sleeping, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

“Uncle Matt? Can I come in for a moment?”

“Yeah,” I said, blurrily. I made sure the blanket was pulled all the way over myself, since I slept nude.

Kelly walked in. She was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I never knew why girls would ever wear those, especially when sleeping, but I’d seen her wearing them before and I understood they were somewhat popular.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Shifting from foot-to-foot, Kelly said, “I had a really bad dream.”

“Oh.” I sat up a little. “Well… uhm… what was it about?”

“The car crash.”

“Oh.”

Kelly had been in the car with her parents when the accident had happened. She’d been asleep in the backseat and neither her Mom or Dad were wearing seatbelts. It’d been very late at night and her father had fallen asleep at the wheel. The car had smashed into a tree at about 70 miles an hour. Both her parents had gone out the window. She’d only had a small scratch and some bruises.

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

“Uh…” I replied, still acutely aware that I was naked.

“Please? I don’t… I don’t want to be alone… ok?”

“Well… I’m not… wearing anything right now,” I said.

“Oh.”

I mentally shrugged. “Give me a second to slap on some underwear at least, ok?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean, if you’re more comfortable like that.”

I laughed a little. “I am usually, yes. But I don’t think I’d be comfortable sleeping naked next to my twelve-year-old niece.”

“Well, but you’re gay,” she pointed out.

“True.”

“So does it really matter?”

I knew I should’ve replied that, why, yes, of course it mattered. But I was tired and I REALLY hated sleeping with any clothes on. “Alright. But keep to the other side of the bed, ok?”

“Ok.”

She got into bed next to me, as far away as she could get. It was a king-sized bed so with me at one end and her at the other it actually wasn’t all that bad. It was strange to me to realize that I was going to be sleeping next to someone I wasn’t having sex with, something that hadn’t happened since I was about Kelly’s age. It was also strange to realize that I had a massive erection. But I figured that would go away sometime before I went to sleep and, as it turned out, I was right.
When I woke up the next morning, Kelly had moved closer and one of her arms was rubbing up against my back. I figured that wasn’t any big deal and gently moved aside until I was out of the bed. I quickly pulled on some clothes, wanting to make sure I wasn’t naked when Kelly woke up.

Once dressed, I went out and started to make some breakfast. Just as I finished up, Kelly wandered into the kitchen, yawning.

“Good morning,” I said, putting some eggs, a rasher of bacon and a slice of grilled tomato onto a plate for her.

“Good morning, Uncle Matt. Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night.”

“You’re welcome.” I handed her the food. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, please.”

Once she had her coffee we both sat down and began to eat.

“Uncle Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Well, you’re gay, right?”

“Yes.”

“So how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she repeated.

I sighed. “Well… I just have a tough time with settling down, I guess.”

“Mom always said you’re basically a slut who’s afraid of commitment.”

I laughed. “Well, she was a very smart lady.”

Kelly smiled a little. Then frowned. “I miss her.”

“I know, Kelly. I do, too.” The changing the subject, I smiled wolfishly and said, “So when are YOU going to get a boyfriend?”

Kelly giggled. “I don’t know.” She smiled at me. “I guess I have a tough time settling down.”

“Hey, now. That’s my line.”

Kelly and I both laughed, even though the joke wasn’t very good. After that we finished off our breakfast and Kelly asked if we could go out somewhere. This was encouraging, I thought. So we dressed up and went out on the town.

As we wandered about, I saw any number of boys checking out Kelly (and some checking out me. This was San Francisco, after all). She was pretty attractive, I guessed. For a girl, anyhow. She had long, blondish-brown hair, and a nice face. She was pretty thin, too, and puberty had only just started, so she still had a somewhat boyish body, though her breasts were obviously developing.

I began to wonder how it was going to go for her once she did find a boyfriend. I knew what boys were like. Goodness knows, I’d slept with enough boys when I was a teenager, and even some as an adult. I knew how eternally horny they were. I wondered if Kelly would wind up giving up the goods.

I knew I’d probably have to have a talk with her about this stuff at some point. Her parents had been good and tolerant people in many ways, but knowing my sister, she’d probably never told her daughter anything about things like birth control and the like. Besides, having actually BEEN a horny boy at some point, though one who had an interest skewed towards other boys, I’d be able to give her advice her mother wouldn’t. It was important to me to do the best job I could raising Kelly.

We wound up our day on the town with dinner and a movie, then we went back home. Kelly wanted to watch a movie, and I had work to catch up on, so I retired to my bedroom while she watched a DVD.

Kelly looked at me when I came out to get a drink.

“Uncle Matt?”

“Yo.”

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

I sighed inwardly. “Alright, but I don’t want this to be a habit, ok?” If nothing else, it was going to make it hard for me to masturbate.

“It won’t,” Kelly promised.

“Alright.” I looked at the clock. “I was probably going to go to bed pretty soon, then.”

“Ok. I’ll go get ready.”

I poured myself another drink and went back to the bedroom to save the work I’d been doing. I was a webmaster for a couple porn sites. It wasn’t perhaps the most notable job in the world, but it did pay quite well.

Kelly came inside just as I finished shutting down the computer. She’d showered and was wearing her t-shirt and boxers again.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to my drink.

“Vodka.”

“Can I have a sip?”

I raised my eyebrow. “You’re twelve.”

“So?”

“So you have to be twenty-one to drink.”

“Oh, and you waited that long?”

She had me there. “Alright.” I finished off most of the drink, leaving just a mouthful in the bottom. “Here, you can have the rest.”
Kelly took the glass from me and sniffed it. “It smells… weird.”

“Have you had any alcohol before?”

Shaking her head she said, “No.”

An evil glint in my eye, I said, “Well, make sure you drink it all down in one gulp.”

Kelly raised the glass and knocked it back, swallowing it all down. She licked her lips and said, “Well, that was… oh… haaaaaa…”
I grinned. “Kinda hits you after a bit, eh?”

“Yeah!” she gasped out. Her face was considerably flushed.

I took the glass from her and set it aside. “Let’s get to bed.”

“Ok.”

I turned off the light and got out of my clothes. Once I was nude, I quickly got under the blankets.

“Uncle Matt?” Kelly asked, still standing.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm… I usually sleep naked, too… is it ok if I do tonight?”

“Uh.”

“Please?” She said. “It’s a lot more comfortable, and I’ll keep to my side of the bed, I promise.”

Sighing, I said, “Alright.”

Kelly quickly got out of her clothes and got into bed next to me. “Oh, that’s so much nicer,” she said with a little giggle.

“Glad to hear it.”

“So how many guys have slept where I’m sleeping?” she asked in a light tone.

I laughed. “Most of them sleep a lot closer to me, but it’s been a few.”

“Ten?”

I laughed again. “More than ten.”

“How many?” she persisted.

Thinking, I said, “Well. I’ve had sex with about fifty guys, I guess.”

“Wow… fifty? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow… I haven’t had any sex yet.”

“Well, someday you’ll find a boy you like and you’ll get some.”

“Yeah.”

This seemed to be a good opening for the conversation I’d planned earlier, though I hadn’t pictured us both being naked in bed.

“Kelly?”

“Yes?”

“What do you know about sex, anyhow?”

“Well… I know how it’s done.”

“And how is that?”

“The boy gets on top of the girl and puts his penis in her vagina,” was the prompt reply.

I was taken aback both by the speed of the answer and the answer itself. “Well… yeah. Not always on top, but yes.”

“Not always on top?”

“Well, sometimes the girl gets on top.”

“Really? How?”

Reaching down under the blanket, I adjusted my rapidly stiffening penis. “Well… have you ever seen a boy naked?”

“Not in real life,” she admitted. “I’ve seen pictures.”

“Was the boy’s penis hard or soft in the pictures?”

“I’ve seen it both ways.”

“Ok, well, you know it has to be hard to go inside the girl’s vagina, right?”

“Yeah.”

Licking my lips, I said, “Ok. Well, when a boy is hard like that and laying on his back, his penis is sticking basically straight up. So a girl can straddle his waist and lower herself down onto it.”

“Oh! Ok.” I could hear her thinking. “Ok, that makes sense.”

“Then there’s other ways, too. Like doggie-style, which is where the girl gets down on all fours and boy enters her from behind. Then there’s standing up and side-by-side and a whole bunch of different ways.”

“Oh, ok. Which way is the best?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, honestly. I haven’t ever had sex with a girl. But when it comes to guys, I prefer to be on top. Everyone has their own favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know about condoms and such?”

“I know what they are, yeah,” Kelly said with a giggle.

“Have you ever seen one?”

“No.”

An idea struck. I reached over and opened my nightstand drawer. “I’m turning on the light here.”

“Ok.”

I turned on the bedside lamp and showed her the foil square I’d pulled out of the nightstand. “This is a condom.”

She took it from my hand and frowned. “This?”

“Well, it’s inside there.”

“Oh.” Kelly sat up a little, the blanket fall down some and exposing her developing breasts. They weren’t much more than small bulges on her chest, but they looked… interesting.

“You can open it if you want.”

Kelly tore open the packet and took out the condom. “This thing is a condom?”

“Yeah. The boy rolls it on.”

“How?”

“Like this. Hand it to me.”

She passed me the condom. I stuck out my first two fingers and slowly rolled the condom down until it was covering them.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s how it goes onto a boy?”

“Well, not on his fingers, obviously.”

Kelly laughed. “Yeah. It goes on his penis, right?”

“Right.” I rolled the condom off and handed to her.

“How?”

“Just like I did with my fingers.”

“But a boy’s penis is different, though, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“So how does it fit onto a boy’s penis?” she persisted

Later on, I wondered to myself why I did what I did next. I figured it might’ve been the booze. It was a good excuse, after all. I wasn’t at all drunk, but I was a little buzzed. I’ve always been something of a lightweight.

“Well… I can show you by putting one onto my penis, but you can’t tell anyone, ok?”

“You’ll put one on?” she asked, amazed.

“If you want.”

“Ok.”

Sighing a little, and very unable to believe I was actually about to do this, I took another condom out of the nightstand. “Toss that one in trash can over there, ok?”

“Sure.” Kelly threw the condom in her hand towards the trash. It landed neatly inside.

“Ok, now… here goes.” I pulled the blanket down and exposed my erect penis to my preteen niece.

“Wow!” she said, her eyes getting big. “It’s… big!”

I laughed. “It’s not THAT big. It’s actually a little under the average size, but not by much.”

“Wow.”

I tore open the foil and placed the condom onto the tip of my penis. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, so that Kelly could see, I unrolled the condom until the entire shaft of my penis was covered in a tight latex sleeve. “And that’s that,” I said, letting go.

“Cool.” She reached out a hand tentatively. “Can I… touch it?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, you can’t touch my penis.”

“I wouldn’t be. I’d be touching the condom,” Kelly pointed out.

I shook my head, but didn’t make any real effort to cover up. “No, I’m sorry, you can’t.”

Smiling sweetly, Kelly said, “Oh, really?”

“Well, yes.”

Quickly, Kelly reached out and wrapped her hand around my condom-covered penis. “Too late,” she purred.

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t make any move to pull away. “Ok, now you’re touching it.”

“It’s warm.”

“Well, of course it is.”

Kelly moved my penis around with her hand a little, the blanket falling down to her waist, her small breasts now completely exposed. I found myself looking at them. I’d never really seen any in real life before and I found them endlessly fascinating.

“Well,” I said after a minute, very aware of how good my niece’s hand on my penis was feeling. “Now you’ve seen a penis and touched one.”

“Touched a condom,” she pointed out.

“Well, yes. Now let go, and let’s get some sleep, ok?”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes,” I said, firmly. Now I did pull away from Kelly and unrolled the condom from my penis.

“Well… ok.” Kelly took the condom away from me and tossed it into the trash. Getting back under the blankets she said, “Good night, Uncle Matt.”

“Good night.” I turned off the light and, eventually, after tossing and turning and really hoping my penis would soften, I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next day I woke up alone. Kelly was already in the living room. I could hear the TV going. Breathing a faint sigh of relief, and massively hard once more, I quickly gave myself an orgasm, then got out, took a shower, dressed and went into the living room.

“Hey, Uncle Matt,” Kelly said from the couch as I walked in.

“Hey, ragamuffin.”

I made myself a light breakfast and joined her on the couch where she was watching a South Park DVD.

“Did you sleep good?” I asked.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me sleep with you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks for telling me all that stuff last night, too.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome. If you have any other questions, just ask me.”

“I will.”

We spent most of the rest of the day kicking around the apartment. It was raining pretty hard outside, and neither of us had any real urge to go out and get wet. I dropped a couple hints to Kelly that should could ask me more questions if she wanted. She didn’t. I had a terrible feeling there wouldn’t be any asked until late tonight.

On the other hand, I did get caught up on my work, finally. I had tons of pictures to post, emails to process and movies to make ready for posting during the rest of the week. I remembered back when I first started doing this for a living, I was horny all the time. After a bit I got used to it, though I still liked it.

After I was done, I felt like celebrating a little, so I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of vodka. I polished that off and then poured another one.

“Is that that stuff we drank last night?” Kelly asked from the couch. From what I could tell she hadn’t moved at all during the day.

“Yep.”

“Can I have some?” she asked, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I never said that.”

Shrugging, I poured her a half-serving. “Here. That’s all, though, ok?”

“Sure.” She drank it down in two quick gulps and then stood there gasping for a few seconds. “God… how can you stand it?”

I laughed. “So you don’t like it?”

Kelly looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. I don’t like drinking it, but it does kind of make me feel good.”

Laughing again, I said, “Welcome to the world, kid.” I looked at the clock. “I got a meeting tomorrow morning, so I gotta get ready for bed.”

“Oh, ok. Uncle Matt?”

I knew what was coming. “Yes?”

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

Sighing, I said, “Yes.”

“Thank you!” She came up and hugged me tight.

“Sure,” I said with a smile, wondering if this was really a smart idea, and knowing it probably wasn’t. With that knowledge, I hopped into the shower. Once clean, I put on a bathrobe and went into the bedroom. Kelly was already in bed, reading a book.

“Hey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey. Go ahead and put the book aside so I can turn out the light.”

“Alright.” She put the book on the nightstand next to her.

I turned out the light and shrugged out of the robe. Once I was nude, I got into bed next to my naked preteen niece.

No sooner was I comfortable, than I heard Kelly say, “Uncle Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you some more questions?”

“Ok.”

“What’s it like to have sex?”

I thought for a moment. “That’s a real good question.”

“Thanks!” I could feel her glowing.

“You’re welcome.” I thought for a little longer. “Well… it feels better than anything, especially if it’s with someone you love. They make you feel good, and you make them feel good, and knowing how good you’re making them feel will make you feel even better. If that makes sense.”

“Kind of,” she said with a giggle. “What do I need to do to make a boy feel good?”

“Well, if he’s fucking you, he’ll feel good no matter what. Otherwise, though… well, when you were holding my penis last night-“

“You mean the condom,” Kelly interrupted.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, when you were holding the condom that my penis was in, that felt good for me. You can also rub the boy’s penis against your vagina, or give him a blowjob. Plus just general hugging and kissing feels nice when you’re naked.”

“Oh, ok,” she said in a thoughtful tone. “A blowjob is where you put the boy’s penis in your mouth, right?”

“Right. Basically you lick it like a popsicle.”

“What’s it taste like?”

I shrugged. “Like skin. Nothing special.”

“Oh.”

“It feels REALLY good for the boy, however.”

“Oh, ok. Well, that’s good, then.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I yawned a little. “Did you have any other questions?

“Yes. Can I see you with a condom on again?”

I knew this had been on the way. “Look that would be a bad idea, ok? I’m your uncle, and you’re twelve.”

“So?”

“So it’d be bad.”

“Yeah, but since we’ve already done it, so what?”

Grimacing, I said, “I wish you wouldn’t have thought about that.”

“So? Your penis is hard again, right?”

“Well, yes. How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I guessed, though. So put on a condom again.”

“You won’t let me sleep until I do, will you?”

“Nope!” she said, cheerfully.

With resignation, I turned on the light and pulled the blankets down to expose my nude body. I pulled out a condom from the nightstand, opened the packet and rolled it down onto my erect penis.

“Ta-da!”

Kelly reached out and put her hand around my penis without any hesitation. “So it felt good when I was holding it like this last night?”

“Yeah. Move your hand up and down a little, though.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.”

“And this feels good?”

“Oh, yes…”

It did, too. My preteen niece was actually doing a good job of masturbating me. It wasn’t the best, but it was good. I knew one way to make it better, though.

“Here,” I said. “If you’re going to do that, let’s do it right.”

“Ok.”

I unrolled the condom and threw it aside. Then I took out a small bottle from the nightstand drawer.

“Put your hand out.”

“Ok.”

I squirted some lube into my niece’s hand. “Now rub that all over my penis.”

“Alright.”

Kelly began to rub the lube all over my penis, from the tip to the base, and was soon stroking it like a champ.

“Oh, yeah…” I whispered. “Oh, that’s nice…”

“Thanks!”

I closed my eyes as Kelly masturbated me. In the back of my head, I knew this was really, really wrong. I mean, she was twelve and my niece, as I’d pointed out to her earlier. But it felt really good, and I was more than a little buzzed, so I could at least subconsciously blame it on the booze. Mostly, though, I only cared about how good it felt. Well, and the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

“How long do I keep doing this?” Kelly asked.

“Not too much longer,” I mumbled.

“Ok.”

As it happened, it was about three minutes before I began to gasp and squirm under Kelly’s hand. Then, with a suddenness that caught even me by surprise, my orgasm hit with several hard spurts of sperm shooting out of my penis and spattering onto my chest and stomach.

When I reopened my eyes, with a lazy grin on my face, I saw Kelly looking down at me with an expression of surprise and alarm on her face.

“What. The. Hell.”

I laughed. “Sorry. I should’ve warned you. That was an orgasm.”

“Oh.” Kelly blinked. “Ok. I’ve heard of those.”

“Yeah. That white stuff is my sperm.”

“Oh, alright.”

Sitting up, I smiled. “You made me feel very good.”

Kelly grinned. “Thanks, Uncle Matt.”

I pulled her close and hugged her tight, feeling her small breasts against my chest. I couldn’t believe I’d let a twelve-year-old girl masturbate me. I wouldn’t even let a boy that young do it. But she’d done a good job.

“Yuck,” Kelly said when we pulled apart. “Your sperm got on me!”

“Oh, sorry.” I walked into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She wiped my sperm from her breasts and stomach. “You got a real cute butt, Uncle Matt,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s what all the boys tell me,” I replied evenly, taking the towel and wiping myself off.

“Oh, ok.”

We snuggled back under the blankets, still each on our separate sides of the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

By the time I woke up the next morning, Kelly had already gotten up, dressed, and headed out to school. Well, at least I hope she got dressed.
As I showered, got myself dressed and ate breakfast, I thought real hard about everything we’d done last night. No question about it; it had been as wrong as hell. I certainly needed to make sure nothing like that happened again. When she asked to sleep with me tonight, which she probably would, I’d have to say no. Certainly I couldn’t drink or let her drink.

Obviously what I needed to do was to get laid. That’d take the edge off.

With that in mind I went to the meeting I needed to go to. It was boring. Working porn, I had learned, was often pretty boring, especially if you weren’t actually IN it. All I did was handle pics and vids.

Once the meeting was over, I stopped by the apartment long enough to change and then headed to the PT Bar (PT in this case standing for Pink Triangle), which wasn’t too far from my place, though to be fair, if you wanted to find a gay bar in SF, all you had to do was throw a rock.

I ordered a nice whiskey and found a reasonably nice place to sit. This wasn’t the best bar, but it was pretty nice. Little empty, though, given that it was Monday afternoon. Frankly, as soon as I sat down, I was pretty much aware that I wasn’t going to find anyone to fuck. Oh, well. I’d go home and masturbate, and that’d take the edge off nicely. That in mind, I grabbed my things, went home, and took care of business.

Twice.

Kelly came home not long after I was done. We spent the rest of the evening watching TV and playing video games. Just relaxing at home. I made sure to keep all the booze in the cabinet where it belonged.

As we began to wind down for the evening, Kelly said, “Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

I sighed. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

“Please? I don’t like sleeping alone now.”

“You haven’t slept alone for the last few nights.”

“Yeah, but even before I had that dream, I felt really… .anxious… at night. But when I sleep next to you, I feel ok.”

Kelly had such a pleading look in her eyes. Sighing again, I said, “Alright, fine.”

“Cool.” She hugged me. “Thanks, Uncle Mike!”

Feeling my penis stiffen again, I pushed her away politely. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you in the bedroom.”

About thirty minutes later we were both naked in my bed once more. I wondered to myself how I’d ended up in this position after resolving that I wouldn’t. I knew I had no willpower, but still.

Before I even turned out the lights, Kelly said, “Can I play with your penis again?”

I knew I couldn’t resist at this point. Hell, I didn’t even really want to try. Kelly had given me a good hand job last night, and, well, frankly from a legal angle the damage was already done. Plus it’s not like I was asking her to do it.

Pulling the blanket down, I took out the lube bottle, handed it to her, and said, “Sure.”

After lubing her hand up, Kelly wrapped her hand around my penis and started to stroke it. I simply relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure, determined to at least try and cum as fast as possible.

Sitting up a little Kelly said, “You said the other night that a girl can get on top of a boy?”

“Yes…?”

Kelly got out from under the blanket and straddled my thighs. My eyes went between her legs right away. I’d never seen a vagina in person before, and now I was. It looked weird. I kept thinking there should be a penis there.

“So if you were a boy and I was going to try and put it in me, how would I do it?”

“You’re not going to be putting it in you,” I said firmly.

“No, but if I wanted to how would I?”

“Well… you would hold yourself above it, point it up and lower your vagina onto it.”

“Like this?”

Kelly moved swiftly, lifting her body up and positioning herself above my penis. She held it up, and lowered herself down. For a moment I thought we might end up penetrating, especially given how lubed up my penis was, but she stopped with the tip rubbing against her vagina. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before. Very wet, and very alluring.

“Yeah, like that.” I took a deep breath. “Except you’d be sliding down onto it.”

“Right. Ok.” She rubbed the tip of my penis against her vagina some more. “And this was one of the other things you were talking about, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Does it feel good?” she asked anxiously.

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, it does.”

“Uncle Matt?” Kelly asked in an odd tone of voice. I felt the tip of my penis begin to slide into her.

“No.” I put my hands on her hips to keep her from going down farther.

“What?”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“You were going to ask if you could put it in you.”

Pouting a little, Kelly said, “I just wanted to see what it feels like.”

“No.”

“Well, ok. Can I keep rubbing you on me, though? It feels good.”

After thinking for a moment, I said, “Here, let’s try this.” I took my penis from her and laid it out flat. “Now rub your vagina back and forth along the shaft.”

“Like this?” she asked moving.

“Yeah… that feels good for us both, see?”

“Yeah… oh, yeah…”

Keeping my hands on Kelly’s hips, I laid back and let her keep moving. It did feel really good. Very wet against the shaft of my penis. I was beginning to look forward to the idea of doing this again.

“Oh…” Kelly whispered after a bit. “This really feels nice… much nicer than when I just rub myself…”

“Yeah,” I whispered in agreement. It did really feel nice.

Kelly kept grinding herself against me, and then suddenly let out a little whimper as her whole body shook. I’d never seen anything female having an orgasm before, but I knew the symptoms. The fact that a little girl was cumming on top of me was enough to trigger my orgasm, too, and for a couple minutes she and I lost ourselves in the pleasurable release.

Kelly laid on top of me for a few moments, both of us trying to get our breath back. It had been a pretty intense experience. I still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on with me. I’d nearly wound up fucking her.

“That was really fun,” Kelly whispered after a few moments.

“Yes, it was,” I admitted. “Now I need to get cleaned off, ok?”

“Oh, ok.” She looked down to where both of our bodies were covered with my sperm. “I should get clean, too.”

We got up and cleaned off, then got back into bed. I was pretty tired and overwhelmed with what had happened tonight and fell to sleep almost instantly.

* * *

“So what did you need to talk about?” asked Jack, my best friend.

I sighed into the phone. I’d called him today while I was wandering around. I needed to talk with someone. “Well… I met someone.”

“Oh, really? Thinking you’re in love again?”

I laughed bitterly. “No, not really. It’s entirely sexual.”

“Ok. Who is he?”

“She.”

There was silence for a moment. “Ok. Walking on the other side, eh?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Ok. Who is she?”

Sighing again, I said, “You can’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Alright.”

“My twelve-year-old niece.”

“Well… this conversation isn’t at all what I’d expected.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s been happening?”

I described, in vivid detail, everything that had occurred so far. I’d known Jack forever and trusted him completely. Even still, I knew that I was really putting my neck in the noose.

“You know she’s in a really vulnerable state right now. Emotionally, that is.”

“I know,” I said. “She lost her parents, after all.”

“That’s almost certainly the entire reason she’s doing this with you.”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s your excuse?”

I sighed again. “I don’t know. I just find her… fascinating. Part of it, I think, is that she looks almost like a boy. A very pretty boy. The kind I used to like when I was fifteen.”

Jack snorted. “The kind you still like now.”

“Well, yes.”

“Well, listen, Matt. This is your life and your choice. Just be careful not to get her pregnant.”

“No worry. We haven’t fucked,” I assured him.

“Yeah? Does that mean you aren’t going to?”

I said, “Well… I’m going to do my best to resist.”

“Right. Let me know how it goes. I gotta get back to work.”

“Ok. Take care.”

“Be safe, man.” He hung up.

* * *

That afternoon before I went home, I made a little stop at a shop I patronized from time-to-time. I’d had an idea about how to make Kelly very happy without actually fucking her. By the time I got home I was quite looking forward to my little scheme.

We went through the motions of the evening. We watched a couple movies, ate some dinner and talked for a while. Both of us were killing time until we got to bed, but neither of us would admit it.

A little while before bed time, I said, “Ok, I’m going to get a shower and then I think it’s time to sleep.”

“Alright,” Kelly said. “Can I… can I shower with you?”

I blinked in slight surprise. I hadn’t even thought about taking a shower with her. I shrugged. “Sure, if you want to.”

“Ok.”
We went to the bathroom and undressed. I got the water going and we got inside. After wetting myself down, I began soaping up, eyeing Kelly’s naked body as she got under the water. She really did look somewhat like a pretty boy, until you looked between her legs and saw a small slit rather than a young penis.

Thinking about that got me nice and hard, which Kelly noticed when she looked down at me. She giggled.

“You like what you see?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Well, of course,” I replied. “You really look very beautiful.”

Kelly blushed. “Thanks, Uncle Matt.”

“You’re welcome.”

We traded places and I began rinsing off as Kelly started soaping up. At one point while my eyes were closed I felt her hand wrap around my penis. I opened them and smiled at her.

“You don’t mind if I play with it a little, do you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine.”

She continued to masturbate me as I rinsed off. Once I was clean we switched places again. As she stood there with the water cascading down her nude body, I decided turnabout was fair play. I reached between her legs and placed a couple fingers on her small, hairless slit.

“Oh… that feels nice,” she whispered as I moved my fingers back and forth.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah…”

One of my fingers found a spot that seemed very wet and warm. I pressed my fingertip against it, feeling it slowly slide up into Kelly’s preteen vagina.

“Oh, god…” she whispered.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah… oh, that’s good…”

I carefully worked a second finger into my niece’s vagina, noting how tight it was inside there. I thought it would probably feel spectacular around my penis. Too bad I couldn’t ever let it get this far, but at least what we were doing right now was good for her.

“Oh… oh, god…” she whispered as I kept moving my fingers inside her. “Oh… I… oh… oh…. oooooh…” Her whole body shook and trembled and I felt her vagina clasping at my fingers, rippling along them as what was obviously an orgasm swept through her.

I withdrew my fingers from inside Kelly’s vagina as she stood there in the shower trying to get her breath back. She smiled weakly at me.

“Wow…”

“You liked that, huh?”

“Oh, yes… that was incredible!”

I grinned. “Glad you liked it.”

She looked down at my throbbing penis. “But what about you, Uncle Matt? You didn’t cum yet.”

I shrugged. “Men can do it less often than girls. I’m not in a hurry to do it right now.”

“Oh, ok.”

We finished up in the shower and then headed to the bedroom, where my surprise was waiting, though it was currently hidden inside the nightstand drawer. Kelly began to pull the blanket back so we could get inside.

“Wait,” I said.

“What?”

“Just lay on the top of the blanket, ok?”

“Ok.” She did so.

“Now spread your legs.”

She got a nervous/anticipatory look on her face. “Are… we gonna do it?”

I shook my head. “Not quite, but we are going to have some fun.”

“Ok.”

I got down between Kelly’s legs. Lowering my face down, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along her hairless slit. This elicited a nice little sound from her, so I kept doing it, even slipping my tongue inside her vagina a couple times. It wasn’t a bad taste, really. Not as nice as sucking some guy’s penis, but it would do.

“Oh, god, that’s incredible…” Kelly gasped.

“Glad you like it,” I said, then went back to work.

I continued to oralize Kelly for probably about five minutes, then I sat up. I kissed each of Kelly’s nipples, then turned out the light, plunging the room into darkness.

“Why did you do that?” Kelly asked.

“You’ll see… well, you won’t, but you get the idea.”

“Ok,” she said with a giggle.

I quietly opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out my special surprise. It wasn’t much, really. Just a dildo. A simple, five-inch long dildo. About like the penis of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. It was about to find a nice home. I took some of my lube and squirted it onto the dildo, getting it good and slick.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll find out,” I said in a soothing voice.

“Ok,” my niece said, trusting me completely.

I positioned my naked body over hers. I began kissing and licking her nipples and after a few moments began rubbing the tip of the dildo against her vagina. I didn’t stick it in her, just rubbed it against her slit.

“That feels good,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

I moved myself around, trying to get a better position. I wanted Kelly to think it was my penis rubbing against her vagina and not just a dildo. I figured this would probably be pretty easy, cause she knew what a penis was now, but probably had no idea what a dildo was.

Figuring the combination of the lube I’d put onto the dildo and her own vaginal wetness was probably enough to make insertion easy, I lined up the dildo with Kelly’s vagina and began to slowly slide the tip into her.

“Oh!” Kelly gasped. “What…”

“Shhh… just relax, ok?”

“Ok.”

I worked the dildo back and forth, easing it gently into Kelly’s vagina. Once it was all the way inside, I leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh… oh, god, it feels nice… is that your… are you…”

“No,” I moved the dildo back and forth slowly, fucking her gently with it. “It’s a fake penis called a dildo. It’s a little smaller than mine.”

“Oh… I like it…”

I sat back on my knees to get a better angle and kept fucking my niece with the dildo with one hand while my other hand reached down to rub her clitoris. I’d never done anything like this with a girl before, of course, but I knew how to research things and I’d read some stories on the internet by some guy named Jason Crow. He seemed to think girls liked these kinds of stimulation. From the way Kelly was quivering under me, I figured he was probably right.

“Oh, god,” Kelly whispered. “Oh, please… don’t stop… oh, it feels sooooo good…”

I kept fucking her with the dildo, moving it ever faster, trying to make it feel as good for Kelly as I could. After a few minutes, and just as my arm was starting to get tired, Kelly began moving and twitching, then sat almost straight up, shaking as her orgasm washed over her adolescent body.

Once Kelly was done cumming, I slid the dildo out of her twelve-year-old vagina, wiped it on a towel near my bed and set it on the nightstand. Then I turned the light back on, blinked a little, laid down next to Kelly and kissed her gently.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh, god, yes, Uncle Matt. That was sooooo good!” She hugged me enthusiastically.

I laughed and hugged her back. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

“Me, too.”

I rolled over onto my back and Kelly got on top of me, still hugging me and rubbing her very wet, hairless, preteen vagina slowly against the tip of my erect penis. It felt very, very good!

Then Kelly sat up, straddling me, with my penis sticking up between her legs. She reached over and picked up the lube bottle. After squirting some onto her hands she began to rub it all over my erection.

“I’m gonna try to put it in me, ok?” she asked, looking down at me.

Of course I knew the only correct answer here was to say no. There was no way I could let her do this. What we’d done already was wrong and illegal. For me to actually fuck her would be REALLY bad.

But instead of no, I found myself saying, “Ok, just stop if it hurts.”

Kelly raised herself up and rubbed the tip of my penis against her vagina. She took a deep breath and then began to lower herself down.

For my part I was very happy we’d turned on the light. I was able to watch every bit of the action as my niece lowered her twelve-year-old virgin vagina down onto my extremely hard thirty-five-year-old virgin penis. Once I was half-way inside, she had to pause and get used to me. Then she readjusted a little and slid down some more, and I was all the way inside her. I was fucking my first girl, and she was twelve.

“Does it feel ok?” I managed to ask, wondering what I’d do if she said it wasn’t.

“Oh… it’s nice…” Kelly whispered. Soon she began moving, raising and lowering her naked young body on top of mine. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before. I’d had plenty of sex and fucked plenty of guys, many of whom were tighter than this young girl on top of me, but this was in a class by itself.

I leaned up and kissed each of Kelly’s nipples and then reached down between our legs to rub her clitoris as we fucked. I loved looking up at her face and seeing a look of total pleasure and happiness as we made love for the first time. It was good she was enjoying it as much as I was.

I tried my best to hold off my orgasm until after Kelly had had hers, but it was a futile effort. After about five minutes of intercourse I grunted, moaned and pushed my penis as deep into her adolescent vagina as it could go, my sperm blasting out of me and up inside her. It wasn’t the best orgasm of my life, but it was pretty damn good. Kelly did manage to climax not long after I did, and then she got off me and we laid next to each other on my bed, completely exhausted, but in a good way. Eventually we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

Kelly and I fucked almost constantly the next few days. It was a really fascinating time of my life and I enjoyed every bit of it.

It was also educational. One of the things I learned, much to my surprise, was that it was possible for girls to get pregnant before they started their periods. In retrospect, this made sense. In reality it was still something of a surprise for me when, just a week before her thirteenth birthday, we found out Kelly was going to have our baby.

Now her, myself and our son, Connor, all live together in my apartment. For now we tell people the father was a boy she met at a party (what the hell, it was an explanation Jason Crow used endlessly in his stories, so why not?). Once the statute of limitations is up, we’ll at least be telling Connor who his father really is.

Looking back at it, I should never have had sex with Kelly. She was too young and too vulnerable, and, if nothing else, as soon as she looked more like a girl than a pretty young boy, I stopped fucking her, which proved where my real interest laid. I’m happy we have Connor, since I’d figured I’d never had a child, but I still wish we hadn’t done what we did.

Oh, well. Water under the bridge, and all things considered, it could’ve turned out a hell of a lot worse than it did.

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.
So there you go. The more-or-less heterosexual answer to “My Ganymede”. I hope you all liked it!
On another note, I really need to find a better last sentence than the one I used at the end of this story. I’ve used it too much. Oh, well, at least it’s better than, “but that’s a story for another time!”

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A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 09 – January

January 15, 2009

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 09 – January
By
Alex Hawk

December rolled its way into January and I was, frankly, getting a little bored with my little brother. Oh, Jacob had learned how to be a fairly decent lover in the last three weeks that we’d been having full sex, but frankly I was kind of tired of getting fucked by him. Sure, I’d also spent time with Lucien, Jesse, and Scott when I could, but I was starting to get bored with them, too. I needed someone new. Someone cute and just for a challenge, someone adult.

I’d finally decided that I wanted to try sex with an older man. I mean, yes, I’d fucked Kyle, and he was seventeen, but I wanted to try it with someone quite a bit older, like someone in their late twenties.

Joel Pierce was a man who lived a few doors down from us. He was twenty-eight and worked as a regional manager for a chain of restaurants. He was a very nice man, and for an older guy, he was pretty hot. He had blond hair, a great body and a young looking face. I decided one night while Jacob was fucking me that Joel would be my next target.

Getting an older man was going to be much different from seducing some young, virgin boy. Doubtless Joel had had sex before, so I couldn’t entice him with his first time. Also since he was an adult, he’d probably not be interested in fucking a girl who was only twelve (thirteen in March! Yay!).

However I thought I might stand a chance because a: for twelve I was hot, and b: I’d seen him eyeing me a couple times at a block party we’d had back in May. I’d gotten way hotter since then, so I figured getting him inside me ought to be pretty easy. At least I hoped it would be.

I spent a good week or so figuring out what tactic I was going to take. I figured that since he was male, he’d be horny and willing to fuck pretty much anyone who spread their legs for him. My age was going to make him hesitate, however, and that was what I needed to overcome. But, hell, for a girl who’d seduced her little brother, it shouldn’t be a big problem.

At least I thought that would be the case. But after a couple weeks of trying, I still couldn’t come up with what I thought would be a good way to get him into bed. But then, one slightly damp Saturday morning towards the end of January, the stars finally aligned and I came up with the perfect idea.

It started with my parents being gone until late that night, and Jacob over at a friend’s house where he’d stayed the night. I dressed in a loose t-shirt with no bra and a short skirt with no panties. Then, after hiding a key outside near my bedroom window, just in case the rest of my plan didn’t work, I walked down to McDonald’s, had a little to eat and then headed back home. I stopped at my house long enough to go through the motions of trying to get in, then finally went over to Joel’s house.

I knocked on his door and after a couple moments he answered.

“Oh, hey, Madison. What’s up?”

Sniffling a little and trying to look kind of distraught, I said, “My parents are gone all day and I locked myself out of our house!”

“Oh! Oh, that sucks.”

“They won’t be back until like nine tonight. Can I hang out here until they get home?”

“Uh. Sure, I guess. Come on in.”

I followed Joel into his house. It was smaller than our own, but still pretty nice.

“Go ahead and sit anywhere,” he said, once we were in the living room.

I sat down on his couch. He sat across from me on the love seat. Aptly named, given what I planned to do on there.

“So… how have you been lately?” he asked me.

I shrugged. “Been doing ok. Spending some time hanging out with some of my friends and an ex of mine.”

“Ex?” he echoed with a grin. “You had a little boyfriend, eh?”

“Oh, he wasn’t that little. He was about five inches,” I said, looking right into his eyes with an innocent expression on my face.

Joel paused and after a moment gave a nervous laugh. “Ha. Very, er, funny.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin. Then, “You got anything to drink?”

“Uh. Sure, yeah. Coke?”

“With rum?” I asked, hopefully.

“No,” Joel said with a laugh. “Just Coke.”

“Ok.”

He got up to go to the kitchen. I took a moment to hike my skirt just enough to show some more thigh. When Joel came back from the kitchen, I took the Coke and smiled as I caught him looking, just a bit, at my bare thigh.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked him as he sat down. “Spending lots of time with your girlfriend?”

Joel laughed. “I wish. I’ve been single for… well, a while.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“Yeah.”

I waited until he was taking a sip of his Coke and said, “You must get extremely horny.”

To his credit he managed to avoid spewing Coke out of his nose, though I could tell it was a close call. After a few seconds of coughing, he said, “You’re a little young to talk about such things, aren’t you?”

“I’m twelve, almost thirteen,” I said.

“Oh. Well, that’s still too young.”

I snorted. “No, it’s not. I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“You’re not?”

“Fuck, no. I’ve been with seven boys.”

He blinked. “You’re serious?” he asked after a moment.

“Yep.”

“When you say been with-“

“They fucked me.”

“Oh.”

There was silence for a few moments, and then he said, “You know, Madison, I mean, I’m not one of your parents, but that seems kind of… unwise.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you could get pregnant, or catch a disease, for example.”

I shrugged. “Most of them were virgins, so I wasn’t going to catch anything.”

“Oh. Well, even still, it’s probably not a good idea.”

“I like getting fucked,” I said. “It feels good.”

He shook his head. “I still feel it’s unwise, but it does make me wish I’d known a girl like you when I was your age.”

I grinned. “Yeah, well, you do know me now.”

“True, but on the other hand, you’re a little young for me.”

I shrugged. “Who cares? You can fuck me if you want.”

Looking a little taken aback, Joel kind of shifted in his seat and said, “Madison, that would be very inappropriate, and illegal, and it’s not going to happen.”

Shrugging yet again, I said, “It’s not like I’d tell anyone.”

“Yeah, well, you’re almost thirteen, as you’ve said. I don’t have sex with children. It’s just not right.”

“Well, you know I’m not a virgin, so it’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s just sex.”

“Yes, but like I said, it’s illegal and it’s wrong, so it isn’t going to happen.”

With a sweet smile, I said, “Well, whatever you say.”

“Ok, so… you’re not going to talk with me about that anymore?”

“Why? Do you want to talk about it some more, or just get started?” I asked, pulling up my skirt just a little more.

“Madison, come on. I’ve told you it won’t happen.”

I shrugged. “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting you. You sure can’t be surprised that I want you.”

“I can’t? Why not?”

I grinned. “Cause you’re way hot, and very cool.”

“Hot and cool, eh?”

I giggled. “Yes.”

Joel shook his head. “Well, no matter how attractive you find me, I can’t do anything like that with you.”

“But it’s only cause of my age, right?” I asked. “If I was older, you’d want to fuck me?”

“Madison…”

“Come on, just tell me. It’s not like that’s a big deal.”

Joel sighed. “You’re very attractive, Madison, for a girl your age.”

“And if I was older?” I persisted. “If I was older, would you want to fuck me?”

Rolling his eyes and chuckling a little, he said, “Well, Madison, you aren’t older, so it doesn’t really matter. Anyhow, this isn’t the sort of conversation I should be having with a girl your age.”

“But why not? After all, like I said, I’ve been fucked before. Lots of times. It’s not like we’d be talking about anything I haven’t done before.”

Shaking his head a little, Joel asked, “Don’t you think that’s… well, not smart?”

“How many women have you fucked?” I asked. “I bet it’s more than the boys that have fucked me.”

“Well, yes, but I’ve been sexually active for about fourteen years now. That’s a lot more time for me to meet girls and stuff.”

“Fourteen years, huh? You’re twenty-eight now, right? So you were having sex when you were fourteen?”

“Uh. Well, yes.”

“So what’s wrong with me having sex when I’m almost thirteen?”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, exactly. Just… well, I mean, if you’ve been with a lot of boys you might get a reputation or something.”

Laughing, I said, “Let me worry about that.”

“Okay.”

“So who was it with?”

“Who was what with?”

“Your first time when you were fourteen.”

“Oh.” Joel laughed a little. “Well, it was with the girl I was dating at the time. Melissa was her name.”

“Was she pretty?”

“She was ok.”

“Prettier than me?” I asked sweetly.

Laughing again Joel said, “I’m not answering that.”

“Ok. So how did you guys end up doing it?”

“Well, we’d been dating for a few weeks and we thought we were in love. We’d been making out and kind of playing around with each other a little, and we’d talked a few times about doing it.”

I moved a hand under my skirt. “And one day you did?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyeing my hand.

“How did you do it? Were you on top?”

“Yeah, the first time. Then she was on top for the second.”

“Cool,” I said softly, rubbing at my vagina just a little. He wouldn’t be able to see that, but he’d know I was doing it. “Did you use condoms or go bare?”

“Bare the first few times. Condoms after that.”

“Bare is better,” I said.

“Well, yeah.”

I worked a finger into my vagina, moaning a little, then I said, “So how many girls have you fucked?”

“Eight,” he said after a moment, his eyes fixed on my hand.

“Cool.”

“How many boys have you…?”

“Oh, a few.”

“How many?”

“Seven.”

“Seven? Really?”

“I nodded. First there was Lucien, then Jack. Then Lucien’s brother, Kyle. After him was Scott and then Jesse. After them was Jeremy and then finally Jacob.”

“Jacob… your brother, Jacob?”

“Yeah,” I said, looking into his eyes as I kept fingering. I’d worked my skirt up enough that he could see my finger entering my vagina.

“Lucky boy,” he muttered.

“Bet you wish you’d had a sister like me, huh?” I asked with a grin.

Joel grinned back. “Yeah. Would’ve made my childhood more interesting.”

Making sure he was watching, I slid my finger all the way inside my vagina and said, “Anyhow, you haven’t answered my question.”

“What?”

“Would you fuck me if I were older, or if you were younger?”

Sighing a little, Joel said, “Well, if I were younger, certainly. If you were older… yeah, probably.”

“You know, you can fuck me if you want to,” I said, now pulling my shirt up enough to expose my small breasts. “It isn’t like I’d tell anyone.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Madison, it’s not that. It’s just not right.”

“What isn’t right?” I asked, withdrawing my finger from my vagina. Standing up, I walked over and stood in front of him. “You’re horny. I’m horny. What’s wrong with us fucking?”

“You’re only twelve,” he said, barely above a whisper.

I took one of his hands and placed it on my inner thigh. “So?” I looked down at his pants where I saw a distinct lump. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“You’re too young,” he said, weakly.

“Part of you doesn’t care,” I said, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

“That part doesn’t have any brains.”

I laughed a little. Continuing to rub at his crotch, I said, “You’re going to fuck me, you know.”

“You shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You aren’t trying to stop me,” I pointed out.

“I should be.”

“But you aren’t.” I pulled off my skirt and then my top, leaving me nude. “So we’re going to do it.”

“You’re just a kid…”

“I’m a kid who can fuck like you wouldn’t believe,” I said with a grin. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching inside I pulled out a very hard penis, larger than I was used to, but not unduly so.

“Madison, we can’t do this.”

“Sure we can. It’s easy. Watch.” I got up onto his lap, straddling his waist. Positioning him and myself, I began to slowly, carefully, lower my twelve-year-old vagina down around his twenty-eight-year-old penis, stopping only once he was all the way inside.

“Oh, god…” Joel whispered.

“See?” I said, gasping a little. “Easy.”

“Oh, god,” he whispered again.

“You like it in me?” I asked, moving slowly up and down on him.

“Madison, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Joel muttered as I rode him.

“Well, we are, so you might as well enjoy it.”

“Yeah…” Joel moaned. “Yeah.” He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, then leaned forward and began to lick and suck on the nipple as we fucked.

This wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had, I quickly realized. It felt great, to be sure. Joel’s penis was larger than any other I’d had inside me and I felt filled by it. Plus it was really cool that I was getting fucked by an adult. But I’d hoped for more, somehow. More skill or something. On the other hand, all that was happening so far was that I was riding him, so there wasn’t much of a chance for anything else.

“Get on top,” I whispered to Joel, as I got off him, feeling his penis withdraw from my vagina as I lay down on the couch.

I saw hesitation in Joel’s eyes and knew I was taking something of a risk here. Even though he’d already fucked me for a little bit, it was always possible he’d find his morals and decide to stop. I was hoping his hormones would overwhelm his good sense.

My hopes were rewarded when Joel lowered himself on top of me and slowly slid his penis back inside my vagina. I let out a little moan as he started moving back and forth within me, leaning down to suck on my nipples as he did. THIS was much more like what I’d had in mind!

“I can’t believe I’m fucking you,” Joel whispered at one point.

I giggled and moaned a little, then said, “You wanted to for a while, huh?”

Joel nodded just a bit. “Yeah.”

I wrapped my legs around him. “Then fuck me good.”

Joel nodded, gave me a kiss and then started pounding me hard. Oh, god, it felt good! Much better than any of the boys I’d ever been with, though Kyle had come close.

After a couple minutes of this, Joel said, “I’m getting close… you want me to cum in you?”

“Oh, yes… god, yes…”

Joel grunted and pushed deep inside me. I felt his penis starting to pulse as his sperm fired into my vagina. Somewhere during this time my own orgasm began. By the time I’d come down from my high, Joel was just holding himself motionless over me, breathing hard.

“Mmmm… THAT was some good sex,” I said to him with a breathless smile.

“Glad you liked it,” Joel said, giving his penis one last thrust into me before he pulled out of my vagina and sat back onto the couch. Then he looked at me.
“You’re not on any birth control, right?”

“Right.” I sat up.

“What are you going to do if I just got you pregnant?”

I shrugged. “Either get an abortion or have the baby. If I have it, I’ll say it’s someone else’s so you don’t get into trouble.”

“Thanks, I think.” He was silent for a bit, then said, “You know, if you want I can get you onto birth control pills.”

“You can?”

He nodded. “With the amount of sex you’ve already had, it’s a minor miracle you aren’t already pregnant. Going onto the pill will prevent you from getting that way until you’re ready. Besides, if you’re going to continue fucking Jacob, you really don’t want to get pregnant by him.”

“Cool, then you can fuck me a lot more and not get me pregnant.”

He laughed. “What makes you think this isn’t a one-time-only thing?”

I reached over and took hold of his still erect penis. “You haven’t put this away.”

“Well, I figured I’d probably put it somewhere else soon.”

“Oh?” I batted my eyelashes. “And where is that?”

He spent the next couple hours showing me exactly where.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

So here’s the first story in 2009, and it brings Madison’s life up to real time! February is next! Hopefully I’ll have the story done during that month. If not, well, I’m sure you’ll all cope.

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