Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 19:41:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naturally Curious, pt. 2
This story is half-fantasy, half-reality, based on the experiances I had
with my family. Names and places are fictional to protect my perverted
ass. Enjoy!
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My name is Brian Jensen. My childhood was not a normal one, and my
family was much closer than most. Like the man said, people aren't
homosexual, or heterosexual. People are just sexual. I love cocks, and
I love pussy, and this is how it started....
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I have mentioned that I lived on a rather secluded farm in Iowa at
10 years of age. My adopted brother, Jacob, and I spent that summer
building a treehouse fort in a large grove of trees that our property
shared with our closest neighbor. As my Dad owned more than 500 acres of
land, and Mr. Norton, our neighbor had about the same size place, we had
the privacy to keep this a secret. At 7 years old, Jacob wasn't much
help, but I wanted to keep this fort for boys only. My sisters, Heather
and Grace, were not allowed to know about our fort. It was my idea, and
I made Jacob swear everyday that he would not reveal it's location on the
pain of death. He was in proper awe and excitement over the project, as
only a 7 year-old can be. The summer heat was dampened under the trees,
but not entirely. I took to working in a pair of shorts and sneakers,
without shirt or underwear. Jacob did the same. A brook ran clear water
through here, and we would often splash around in the water to cool off.
Underwear would just get wet and chafe. It was a wonderful summer, one
of the best in my life.
We had started our mission about 3 weeks before Dad had shown us
how to clean our penises. The morning after, I woke with a relaxed
feeling in my loins and a smile on my face. The clock read 7:30. The
house was still. My father had put a partition in our large bedroom,
separating our beds and dressers, giving us a little privacy. I couldn't
see my brother, but I could hear him snoring. I let my thoughts roam,
thinking about what had happened last night. Erotic thoughts led to a
morning hard-on in very short time, and soon my sheets were tented up. I
flexed my legs and groin. My 5-inch cock jumped, it's head rubbing
against the soft flannel. I needed to pee, so I got out of bed, and put
on underwear. I could barely cover my dick, it was so hard. Finally, I
tucked it in, my cockhead sticking out the bottom. As the elastic of my
briefs pulled on it , the red color of it deepened.
The house was still quiet, so I silently opened to door and stepped
into the hall. Our bedroom was on the 2nd floor, sharing a balcony with
my sisters' bedrooms, at the other end. They didn't have to share
rooms. My mom said when I was a teenager like Grace, I could have my own
room, too. And she said Heather, my 9-year old sister, shouldn't share
with boys 'cause we played too rough. I peeked over the edge of the
balcony into our living room. My parents bedroom door was off to the
side, still shut. They were asleep. The bathroom was in the middle of
the hallway upstairs, dark and empty. I had no idead how I was going to
force piss through my hard dick, but I had to go.
I freed my straining cock and lifted the lid on the toilet. Pushing
hard, I was able to spurt out my urine in bursts, until it got going. It
felt great, almost as good as cumming last night. Just then, the door
opened and Grace, my 13 year old sister burst in. She had long brown
hair, an athelic, slim, deeply tanned body with a skinny farmgirl look to
her. Her breasts were conical, pert B-cups that had just started to
develop about a year ago. I couln't have been more embarrassed, and I
turned red in milliseconds, as her eyes locked onto my hard dick spraying
piss into the bowl.
"I'm so sorry to barge in. I gotta go , too." She tore her eyes from
my cock to look at my face. I noticed that she was blushing as furiously
as I was. "Sorry, I couldn't help but look." . She was wearing a little
white tanktop, white cotton panties and nothing else. I could see the
outline of her little nipples. Her breasts looked huge on her small 5'1"
frame.
"Well, gimme a second and I'll be done, if you are in such a hurry,"
I said. I finished and tucked my dick in as she turned her back to
respect my privacy. Pissing had softened my dick a little, and it no
longer stuck out the bottom. I was still sporting an impressive bulge,
though. "What time will your ride be here?" I asked, trying to sound
casual as I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. She babysat 3
kids in town during weekday mornings. Thier mom, Mrs. Jordan, taught
summer school, and Grace usually left the house by 7 a.m.
"No school today, the air-conditioning broke," Grace replied. "Don't
look-I'm peeing." There was no better way to get me to sneak a peek than
by telling me not to look. She didn't normally pee with us in the
bathroom, I knew she was doing it so that I wouldn't be embarrased about
her walking in on me. Gracie was cool like that. Out of the corner of my
eye, I watched as she schucked her panties down, exposing her white,
triangle shaped tan line. Her pubic hair was more dense than mine, a
wide strip above her developing vagina. She sat down quickly, her
nipples even more pronounced than before. I had finished washing my
hands, and had no excuse to stay, even though I wanted more than anything
to finish watching her pee. As I walked past her, turning slightly to
hide my bulge, she said,"Come here a second, Brian."
I froze, nervous and excited at the same time. I felt very
vunerable after what she had just seen, but my hormones won. I turned
toward her, and my dick stiffened a little more. The tip poked out the
bottom, and I could feel the rest of my cock head straining to get
out. She was smiling, and my eyes dropped down to her pussy as a stream
of urine split her pussy lips. They were covered in blondish peachfuzz,
very short, but very soft looking . Soon, she would have a very hairy
pussy, but for now I could see her girlish labia and her red slit
between. My face was flushed, and my boy cock was rock hard.
"Mom said that you would be going through puberty soon." Her nipples
were now fully erect, and I could see the outline of her areolae through
the tight top she had on. She motioned me closer, the stream of piss
still splashing in the bowl. As I stepped forward, the motion caused my
cockhead to spring past the elastic. I pulled my briefs to cover it.
"It's o.k. I won't make fun of you. Can I see it again?" she asked,
leaning to reach the toilet paper next to her as her pissing subsided. I
nodded and pulled down the front of my briefs. She looked at my cock for
a long moment , then wiped the piss off of her pussy, mashing her pussy
lips down with the paper.
"I know how to cum," I blurted out. "Do girls cum like boys do?" I
could imagine jizz squirting out of her pussy like the stream of urine I
had just witnessed.
"No, silly, girls don't have a penis. We cum different." Kicking her
panties aside, she spread her legs, straddled the toilet, her pussy lips
separating as she moved. Her inner pussy was delicate and perfectly
formed, ruby red and still glistening a little from her piss. Her clit
was sticking up, a small button and redder than my cockhead."See, we just
have a clit. It's like a nipple on our pussy." She gave it a little rub.
"I think mine looks like a little penis head."
"Does it feel good when you touch it? Mine feels great when someone
else touches it, is it like that?" I leaned in for a better look,
kneeling on one knee. It did kinda look like a small dick.
"Girls are the same way," Grace said. She smelled wonderful, like
musky flowers. "Go ahead, touch it." I reached my hand in, and with one
finger, rubbed her hard little clit for a second. She inhaled sharply and
smiled. Suddenly, I heard a thud from my bedroom, then a door open. Our
voices must have woken Jacob. I stood quickly and started to pull my
underwear up. I was still bent over with my briefs below my knees when
the bathroom door opened.
"You guys are loud in here. What are you doin'?" His 7-year old
body was naked, and his balls were pulled tightly against his
uncircumsized Asian little boy-cock. He didn't always sleep naked, but
last night was a special occasion. Grace stood, her panties still on the
floor.
"Sorry, squirt, we were just peeing. Didn't mean to wake you up."
She bent over, her perfect slim 13-year old ass turned to us to pick up
her underwear. Her pussy mound stuck out from underneath it, her
puckered hairless asshole a pinkish color and we were both stared. She
pulled them on tight, outlining her pouting pussy lips and covering her
hairless buttcrack "How 'bout it , Jacob? Do you need to go, too?" she
said. Jacob nodded, yawned and stepped over to the bowl. Grace was
checking him out the whole time, as fascinated as I was by his little
uncut dick. The piss jetted through the tip of the conical foreskin, his
tiny, atheltic butt turned toward us, just a shade lighter than the rest
of him. He finished, and noticing us staring at him with smiles on our
faces. He smiled back, came over to Grace and hugged her waist, his face
level with the bottom of her tits.
"I love you, Gracie," he said with the innocence of a child. His soft
cock rubbed up against her leg and she touseled his hair.
"C'mon , squirt, let's get some clothes on you." She took his hand
and I followed them to our room. We dressed quickly, me trading
underwear for a pair of shorts, my hard-on easing as I went about my
normal routine. Grace picked out a t-shirt and shorts for Jacob, and we
all went downstairs to have some cereal and watch cartoons. Grace was
still in her panties and tank top, her little ass prancing about as she
got the bowls out of the cabinet for us all. As Grace and Jacob sat on
the sofa, ate and watched T.V., I stared at her nipples showing through
the thin fabric of her tank top. She caught me looking after a moment,
and slowly thrust her chest out to show off her developing breasts.
"You know," she said teasingly,"if you stare at girls chests all the
time, people will think you are a pervert." She shrugged her shoulders
back and forth, making her boobs rub against the fabric of the tank-top.
"That's mean! I can't help but stare, your nipples are poking
out!" I defended myself, still staring. She looked down at her chest in
mock surprise.
"Oh, my! They are....what's the matter? Does it excite you? Are you
getting another boner?" As a matter of fact, my dick was growing again,
spreading warmth through my body.
"I thought you weren't gonna tease me about my boners. You said you
wouldn't." I didn't really care that much in front of Jacob, but she had
said that it was o.k.when I got hard.
"I never said I wouldn't tease you, just that I wouldn't make fun of
you. It's different , ya know." Her eyes were a little glazed, and her
nipples were hard tips now. The phone rang, jolting us back to reality.
Grace hopped up for it, bouncing delightfully, but it stopped ringing
before she got there. I heard Mom answer it, her voice muffled through
the house, first tired, then a little more urgent. A couple of moments
later, she and Dad strolled into the living room. Mom was wearing a
tennis skirt and t-shirt with a ballcap. Her 5'-2" frame was a tad bit
heavyset, but not chubby, with D-cup breasts and well proportioned legs
and butt. Dad was still in his pajama bottoms , with no shirt. His
6'-2" frame was imposing, with a farmer's tan, solid muscles and dark
hair. He smiled and winked at us kids as Mom spoke.
"Good morning, kids. I got called into the club. I will be back
this afternoon. Be good for your father." Mom filled in at the athletic
club about 25 miles from here as a tennis instructor. She had been Iowa
state champion when she was younger, and was still pretty athletic. She
kissed Dad goodbye and was out the door in a flash.
"Well, it looks like I'm mom for the day," Grace said. She smiled at
Dad and said," Do you want some breakfast, Daddy? I can cook you some
eggs if you want."
"You are so sweet this morning, I think I will just have a bite of
you," Dad joked. He grabbed her arm, pretending to munch on it,
slobbering and gnashing his teeth.
"Oh, gross! Daddy, stop it...!" Grace couldn't help but giggle. Her
nipples were still hard, and I noticed Dad's eyes were on them. "Daddy,
if you aren't good, I won't cook for you!"
"That's o.k., sweetie. I think I will just have some cereal and watch
cartoons with you guys until I wake up a little. Can you get me a bowl
of it when you take your dishes into the kitchen?" We finished eating,
and Grace took the dirty dishes into the kitchen as Dad eased into his
Lazy-Boy. Grace brought him back in a bowl of cereal, her breasts
bouncing under her tank top as Dad stared. She leaned over Dad as she
set the bowl down, her young breasts inches from his face. I noticed a
growing bulge in Dad's pajamas. We heard a door open upstairs, and a
moment later Heather came downstairs, her fine, blonde hair a mess, her 9
year old body clad in her nightshirt. She was about my height, and had
not yet begun to develop, but she had the sweetest face and big blue eyes
that could melt you when she smiled. She yawned, smiled, and went to the
kitchen. Dad spoke up.
"You kids need to be sure to finish your chores before you do
anything else today. Please do a real good job. Your Mom has a long day
today, and I want her to come home to a clean house." He shifted his
position to hide his bulge as Grace trotted upstairs to change, her firm
ass hanging out of her panties, her tanline cutting a light swath against
the outer part of her buttcheeks.
Jacob and I exused ourselves to clean our room, then we fed the
animals (we had dogs, cats, chickens, a couple of horses , and several
other pets) while the girls worked on cleaning up the house. We finished
in about an hour, and snuck off to work on the tree house about 9 am. The
day was already hot, and we were sweaty from doing our chores, so we took
time to splash around in the creek to cool down. We were playing in the
water, relaxing and talking about what additions we would make, when our
privacy was interupted by footsteps crashing in the brush. Both of my
sisters came into view, smirking. Grace had put on a bikini top and jean
shorts, and Heather was wearing her swim suit, a pink one piece that was
a tad bit snug.
"What are you two doin'?" Heather asked. "Is this where you guys have
been sneakin' away to?" She noticed the half-finished fort in the lower
branches of the tree. "Neat, can we help?" I was furious. This was
supposed to be a boy's only treehouse, and now the secret was out.
"No, you can't help. This is a boys club. Girls aren't allowed."
They looked at each other and laughed, making me madder.. Grace spoke
up.
"Well, not anymore. C'mon, Brian, we can help. You can even be in
charge. We can finish faster if all of us help." It made sense, but I
was still pissed.
"No, absolutley not. No girls." I stood my ground.
"Please, Brian, don't be mad," Heather looked at me when she spoke,
her angelic face framed in blonde hair, and I melted a little. "We will
do everythng you say, really." I caved.
"Well, o.k. But I'm in charge, and you guys have to take the oath of
secrecy. Get up in the treehouse." They smiled, and began climbing.
Heather was first, her smooth little 9 year old butt flexing through her
swimsuit as she climbed up. It was a hand-me-down from Grace. As she
climbed, I could see the fabric working its way in between her pussy
lips. Grace followed , then Jacob and I. We had finished the treehouse
floor a couple days ago It was just big enough to hold us all, but it
creaked a little. I could see a little doubt and fear on the girls'
faces and decided to play this up.
"Everyone, sit down in a circle, crosslegged, boy-girl, boy-girl. We
will now take the oath of the Jensen's Secret Treehouse," I said ,
deepening my 10 year old voice as much as I could. We arranged ourselves
in a small circle, sitting cross-legged. I decided to milk this for
everything it was worth. After all, if this wasn't going to be a boys
only club, I should get to have a little fun.
"Close your eyes, everyone. Place your right hand on the shoulder of
the person to your right" After making sure everyone's eyes were tightly
shut, I groped for Heathers shoulder as I felt Grace's hand on mine. "
Now,when I tell you to, place your left hand over the heart of the person
to your left. If it skips a beat during our oath, you will know that
person is lying. If you lie about keeping this place sacred, you will
burn in hell. Slowly, place your hand over thier heart now." I was
making this up as I went along, but I wanted this to remain a secret. No
more outsiders needed to know. Besides, doing it this way, I would get
to cop a feel of Gracie's chest. She had been teasing me all morning,
so I thought this was fair. I felt Heathers hand creeping along my
chest, unsure where my heart was and I reached over to my left.
My hand first grazed Gracie's stomach, and I slowly moved it up,
applying pressure as I went. I felt her sharp intake of breath as I
touched the bottom of her firm breast, and my hand caught in her thin
bikini top, lifting it slightly. I felt the flesh of her tit, warm on my
hand , smooth and soft. She shifted slightly, pulling up so that the
fabric once again rested on her skin. I moved my hand up, cupping it
slightly, and I could feel her nipple through the slick cloth of her
top. Blood rushed to my penis, and I reluctantly moved my hand over her
heart. It was thudding in her chest, just as mine was. Heather broke
the spell.
"Now what?" she said. I cleared my throat.
"Quiet. Do not speak unless I tell you to. Repeat after me. 'I
promise, even if tortured, never to tell about the secrets of the
treehouse.' " They slowly repeated my words in unison, and Grace shifted
under my hand again, sitting straighter. I felt her push her chest out
and lift it, bringing the top of her cleavage into the palm of my hand.
My semi-hard dick grew a little more, and I was having trouble
concentrating on anything but the soft breast beneath my hand. She was
doing it on purpose, to distract me, and it was working. I tried to clear
my head, but I had never felt her up before. It was driving me crazy.
" ' If I do tell, I understand that I will never be allowed to come
back.' " As they repeated the words, I let my hand fall down the front
of her top just a little more, and inched my pinky down under her bikini
top, until I made contact with her nipple. It felt like a hard nub ,
especially next to the soft flesh of her perfect young tit, and my boy
cock sprung to full attention.
" 'No matter what happens in the treehouse, it will always stay
between us.' " Now I was really winging it, the words brought on by
hormones, but everyone repeated them as I withdrew from fondling my
sister's B-cup breast. I opened my eyes. Jacob was peeking with one
eye, looking at the hard nipple showing through Gracie's bikini. His
eyes popped open when he saw me looking at him, and then he looked at my
crotch. My wet shorts covered my hard on, but it was very visibly
tenting my shorts, its cockhead outlined.
"Keep your eyes shut, please." Jacob closed his again. I left mine
open. The girls had never peeked, it seemed, so I continued. "Slowly
remove your hands and place them in the center of the circle." As I did
so, I adjusted my hard penis, making it less obvious. We all piled our
hands in the middle. "Repeat one last thing after me. ' I so swear.' "
"I so swear," they chorused.
"Open your eyes now," I said. Grace opened her eyes, and they darted
to my crouch.
"You just did that so you could feel me up!" she said, smiling.
Heather looked at Jacob, confused.
"Did what? What did you do, Brian?" She hadn't peeked after all.
"He was feeling on my boob. See, he made my nipple get hard and
everything." Grace pushed her chest out, looking sexy with one rock hard
nipple and one that wasn't.
"Yeah?" I replied. "Well, you liked it. Would you like me to play
with the other one now?" I pointed to her right nipple and smiled. She
pointed back at my dick.
"You need to control yourself. If you keep walking around with a
boner, you will never get a girlfriend." Heather looked over at my crotch
noticing my bulge for the first time, and piped up in her sweet, high
pitched voice.
"I never saw a boy hard before. Why does it do that?" she
asked. Jacob answered her.
"Daddy says it does that when you are having fun naked. I can get
mine hard, too. Wanna see?" Grace looked over, a quizzical expression on
her face. Jacob had almost let the cat out of the bag. We were sworn to
secrecy about playing with Dad's cock last night. She let it pass and
said," Heather, you should see them both. Brian's is bigger, but Jacob's
looks neat, with all that extra skin on it. I saw them in bathroom
today." My jaw dropped. She smiled. "C'mon, we are sworn to treehouse
secrecy. Let her see your penises." Jacob had no reservations about
getting naked, and he stood and pulled down his shorts, his little
uncircumsized cock still soft.
"Jacob, its not hard. I thought you said it got hard." Heather had
seen him naked many times before, but now it was different. It was like
playing truth or dare without the questions. She looked over at me and
said," Is he lying? Does it get hard?"
"He's not lying, he just needs some help sometimes. Jacob, show her
how you play with it to get it hard." Jacob began playing with his
foreskin, pulling it down to reveal his glistening, pink cockhead, and
then covering it again. Heather looked on, only an arms length away,
fasinated. Jacob"s cock was growing a little, but mine was still trapped
inside my shorts, straining at them. I felt Grace's hands on my waist.
"Stand up, I'll help you get your shorts off. We wanna see yours,
too." I stood, and Grace slipped my shorts down from her seated
position, freeing my cock. For the second time today, her young face was
just inches from my penis. It had soft, dark hair at its base, with
smooth, hairless balls. My cockhead was deep red and at 5 inches, it
looked huge for my 10 year old body.
"It looks so cool,"Grace said. Her hand reached up and she gripped it
for a moment, her hands hot on my stiff, little rod. Pleasure ran through
my body, and I jerked my hips a little. "Turn around, let Heather see
it," she said. I turned , my cock eye-level with Heather as well and her
jaw dropped.
"Wow, that is big." Her pretty little face had a smile on it. "I'm
gonna touch it, too, o.k.?" She reached her hand up, and stroked the
bottom of my shaft. Her small hands fit perfectly around it as she
explored my hard penis. "If I was a boy," she said,"I would always be
playing with myself. That is so neat." Heather glanced over at Jacob,
who was still trying to get hard.
"He may need a little help," I said. "His is still small, and they
don't get hard as easy, I guess."
"Would you like our help, squirt?" asked Grace. Her other nipple was
hard now, too, and I knew haveing our penises out was exciting her.
Jacob nodded and Heather reached over to his Asian cock. She toyed
with it inexpertly as he smiled. Her little hands looked big next to his
undeveloped penis. She wasn't having much luck. Grace reached over and
cupped his smooth ballsack in one hand and mine in the other. Stroking
gently for a few moments did nothing to help Jacob, but I felt like I was
going to explode. Grace spoke up.
"I know a way to get a boy hard. Bobby showed me." Bobby Burtly was
a 15 year old that lived about a mile down the road. "Look, sis, I'll
show you on Brian. Then you can do it to Jacob. He will like it. Trust
me. Bobby loves this." She grabbed my dick and pulled me toward her.
Gripping tight, my cockhead turned an even deeper shade of red. "See,
first you kiss it for luck." With that , she planted a wet kiss on my
cockhead. I had never had anyone kiss it before. It felt warm and wet,
and I loved it. Heather looked at the little pink cockhead on Jacob's
dick and did the same. Jacob giggled. "Then, you stick out your tounge
and pretend it's a lollipop." She stuck out her tounge and rested my
cockhead on it's warm wet surface. Slowly, she began rubbing my cock back
and forth across it. I was in exstacy, my blood pounding into my penis,
her tounge soothing my hot cockhead. Heather did the same to Jacob, and
in moments he was hard. Heather stopped and began toying with his hard
little penis, playing with his foreskin, but Grace kept going on me. My
heart was pounding, I could feel it throbbing in my cockhead. Grace
stopped long enough to say, " Heather , watch this," and closed her mouth
around the head, using her tounge to flick at it while sucking.
I had never cum before last night, and even then I needed Dad's
help. Not this time. Grace must have felt the spasm of pleasure that
racked my body. She pulled her head away from my cock, and pointed it
away from her face, toward her chest. This time, there was less fluid,
but it still felt great as my clear jizz erupted out the end of my
penis. It landed on her bikini covered breasts, and ran between her
cleavage. My eyes were shut in and I could hear a buzz in my ears as I
ejaculated. It was spectacular, better than masterbating by far.
"Oh, gross, did you pee on her?" asked Heather. I opened my eyes.
Drops of cum had made wet spots in the front of Gracie's bikini top. One
was right on her hard nipple, and I could see the puckered texture of it
through the thin fabric. Heather let her hand slide from Jacobs hard
little dick, and peered at the liquid.
"No, it's not pee," I said. "It's cum."
"Don't worry, Heather. It's what guys do when they have hard ons.
That's how they make babies. It's not like pee at all. See?" Grace
swiped some from between her boobs, and touched the end of her tounge to
her finger. "It tastes kinda wierd, but not like pee." She held her
finger out to Heather , and Heather licked it.
"Can I try some?" Unlike Heather, Jacob had his first taste of my cum
last night. Grace swabbed some more off, and Jacob licked it. Gracie
then offered her finger to me. I didn't hesitate, I was curious to see
what I tasted like. It was kinda slimy and salty and manly all at the
same time. I pointed to Grace's top.
"Sorry about that," I said. " We can clean it in the creek." I was
finally going to get a good look at her tits, and the thought of it made
me semi-hard again. Gracie smiled at reached a hand behind her, undoing
the knot that was holding on her top. The strings fell down to her side,
but her firm breasts held the bikini on. Slowly, making a production of
it, she peeled down her top to reveal her tanline, stark white against
her tanned torso, very faint blue viens visible on the fair skin. She
peeled futher, and all of us were watching. Her pink nipples popped out,
like little pencil erasers, and I marveled at them. They looked like her
clit, but bigger. She still had some cum between her tits, and she used
the bikini to wipe it off. Heather looked at her own flat chest , then
back at her sister's, and sighed.
"I can't wait to get boobs. Your's are perfect, Gracie. They are
gonna be bigger than Mom's." Grace smiled and stuck her chest out
proudly. She reached up and pulled on her nipples a little. Jacob
reached over and poked at it.
"Not like that, squirt. You have to be gentle."
"Like with Daddy?" Jacob replied. I cringed inwardly. That was a
major slip. I couldn't tell him not to say anything, that would just
make them more suspicious.
"What do you mean?" asked Heather. "Daddy doesn't have boobs."
Jacob smiled and said,"I know. His penis, though. You have to be
gentle with his penis." Heather and Grace sat there with dropped jaws for
a moment. It looked like an X-rated version of "Kids Say the Darnedest
Things", with Jacob and I naked, Grace topless and not a word was spoken
for several moments. Jacob looked at the floor, knowing he had let a big
secret out. Grace spoke first.
"Jacob, when did you play with Daddy's penis?"
"In the shower."
"Was it hard or soft?"
"It was hard, and it's so big, bigger than Brian's and mine put
together."
"Did he touch you, too? When was this?" Jacob looked over at me, a
little ashamed. He was too little to know that playing with Dad's cock
was wrong, but he sensed that the girls were a little freaked out. I had
to step in. I didn't want them to get the wrong impression.
"It was last night. It was no big deal. It was a boy's only talk.
Dad was just teaching us some stuff about penises." There was alot more
to it than that, but that was all they needed to know. "It was supposed
to be a secret, and under the rules of the Jensen Treehouse, you are both
sworn to secrecy, o.k.?" I looked from one to the other, and both girls
nodded. Grace smiled impishly.
"I bet Daddy would show me his penis, I've seen the way he looks at
me. If I asked him to show me, he would. How big is it?" Her eyes were
a little glazed over, and I realized that if I got horny at 10, she must
be ready to explode. My dick got a little harder thinking about it.
" He is about this big," said Jacob, and held his hands about 2 feet
apart.
"He is not," I said. "He is about about as long as this." I grabbed
Grace's bikini top, still damp from my jizz and marked off Dad's length
for them. I noticed that Grace had a tiny wet spot between her legs on
her jean shorts. I figured I must have shot some jizz there , too.
"Gracie, I think some of my jizz must have gotten on your shorts, too. We
better wash them when we wash your top."
Grace looked down at her shorts, and unbuttoned them. A musky,
female aroma filled the air, and I could see her pubic hair. "That's girl
jizz, not boy jizz. It's mine. When girls get excited, they get wet down
there. Wanna see?" She wriggled out of her shorts and tossed them
aside. The peachfuzz on her pouty pussy lips was damp with moisture,
matted down. Heather looked closer, the only one of us left wearing
clothes.
"I don't have any hair on mine, and I don't get wet when I play with
it. But it still feels good." She must have felt out of place with the
rest of us naked because she slipped out of her swimsuit, revealing her
smooth, fair body. Her chest was flat, almost like a boy's , but with a
little extra meat where her breasts would soon start growing. Her slit
was hairless, and her labia were large and smooth. I wondered if it was
red inside like Grace's. Heather reached over to Grace's pussy.
"I wanna taste your jizz, too. Does it taste like Brian's?" Grace
smiled, her eyes glazed , as our little blonde sister rubbed her fingers
over Gracie's hot, damp pussy.
"No, honey, it tastes like a girl," Grace said. I reached in , too,
and Heather's hand and mine touched as we rubbed Grace's slick, wet 13
year old twat. I pulled my hand away, and offered it to Jacob. He
eagerly licked the wetness from my hand. I rubbed Grace's pussy again,
this time spreading the juices over her clit before gingerly putting my
hand to my face. I tasted her clean female jizz and my dick got rock
hard again. Soon all three of us were gathered around Gracie's pussy,
stroking it and tasting it. I let one hand roam to her breast, squeezing
the turgid nipple in my fingers. She was in heaven, with six hands
roaming over her almost grown-up body, getting hotter by the moment. My
hard cock rubbed against her leg, and she reached down to play with it.
"Oh, my, this is more than I can take," she gasped. "Jacob, why
don't you play with Heather's coochie, while I show you guys what adults
do." Jacob and Heather backed off a little and Gracie, still holding my
cock, whispered to me," I 'm going to let you put it in me. It feels
great, but you have to go slow." I was amazed that she wanted me to do
this, and unsure of what to do, but very willing.
"O.K.," I whispered back. She released my cock, and guided me on top
of her. Jacob and Heather weren't paying a whole lot of attention, each
one was playing with the other. Heather leaned down and kissed Jacob's
penis and rubbed it on her tounge, the way she had learned earlier.
Jacob was soon hard, and when she stopped, he leaned over and kissed her
hairless slit and began licking it. I felt Gracie's hand on my penis,
and she guided it toward her hot, wet hole. I was rock hard, but I
didn't think I could cum again so soon. Grace rubbed my cockhead over
her clit, arching her back , sending spasms of pleasure through both of
us. I could feel her soft pubes on my head as she rubbed it up and
down. Then she slid it a little further down to a small, tight opening
in her slit. Slowly, she eased herself toward me, the sides of her slick
pussy hot against my throbbing cock. Her boobs were right in front of my
face, and I couldn't help myself. I kissed her hard nipple, and took it
into my mouth. It felt so natural, like I was breast feeding, sucking on
my sister's hard nipple with my dick inching up her tight pussy.
Jacob had stopped licking Heather, and they were both concentrating on
us, fondling each other, his hairless Asian skin looking very dark next
to her fair , smooth body. Grace got my entire cock in her, her little
pussy was so wet and tight around me I was sure she could feel every vein
in my boy-cock. She began moving, sliding my cock inside her, and the
heat and moisture were more intense than ever. She reached a hand down
between us, and began to play with her clit, while I took her other
nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. I could feel how hard she was
rubbing her clitty, keeping rhythm with my strokes. My hairless ballack
slapped up against her, and she began to quiver. Gasping in uneven
breaths she said,"OH....I'M GOING...TO...CUM!"
I felt wetness spurting me, hitting my cockhead first, and oozing
out her pussy. There was a lot, more jizz than I had, and it pooled
under her pussy. Grace shuddered and gripped me tight. I felt like she
was going to break me in two, she was clinging so tight. Jacob's voice
rang out," She is peeing!"
Grace released me, and I reluctantly removed my hard cock from her wet
vagina. The floor had a huge puddle on it, and it did look like pee.
"Wow," she said. "That never happened before. Usually, I just get
real wet and it feels good. That was the best ever!" We were too young
to know about squirters, and thought this was what all women did.
"That's pretty messy," said Heather. "Mom and Dad must wash thier
sheets all the time. Or maybe they do it in the bathtub." Grace giggled,
looking beautiful, laying naked in a pool of her own girl-jizz, her body
covered in a light layer of sweat, making her glisten. Her bare breasts
were wet with my saliva.
"We should get back, before Daddy notices that we are all gone," she
said. "Remember what Brian said, this is our secret treehouse, so don't
tell anyone what happens here. Right, Jacob?" We all looked at him and
he blushed.
"I really , really promise this time. I won't tell no one. I
promise." He was so cute, his little cock still hard from Heather's
attention, and I gave him a hug. Heather and Grace joined in, and we
hugged each other, naked, for a moment.
We all splashed naked in the creek for a few minutes to cool down,
and cleaned Gracie's jizz covered clothes. We had used her shorts to
clean up her cum, and ran cool water over our bodies while the clothes
dried. Everyone was still feeling everyone's privates, it was a fun
game, and one that would last for a long time in my family.
When we all returned home, Dad was changing the oil in his tractor.
It was hay season, and he would begin baling it up next week. We would
have to be careful, I knew he often used the creek to cool off in when he
got hot in the field. The more I thought about it , though, the more I
was sure he wouldn't be mad if he caught us playing naked. I would just
have to wait and see....