Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 20:15:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naturally Curious , pt. 3

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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     The next 10 days passed in a flash.  We worked on our treehouse, and I
was happy the girls had joined the project.  It was great for Jacob and me
to bond at first, but by the time my sisters had stumbled across us, I was
tired of doing all the work with only Jacob to help.  He meant well, but a
seven year old just isn't much help in a project like this.  Grace, on the
other hand, was a smart girl, and strong. She still had a lot of tom boy in
her, and could lift much more than I could.  We were using wood from an old
shack on the Nortons' property, our neighbor to the south.  Everyday, we
would filtch a few boards from inside and lovingly fit them into our tree
house.  The shack had extra plywood leaning against one wall, and we used
this to create our house.  We measured carefully, and hid a saw in the
shack.  Gracie and I would usually go together to cut and carry the next
piece.  We had Heather and Jacob sand and smooth the boards, and got some
caulking out of Dad's workshop to seal the edges. They were proud to be a
part of the project and did an excellent job.  Grace and I made good time,
chatting as we went, and the subject came back around to Dad's boy talk
with my and Jacob.

    "So , when Dad taught you about your penis, did he touch it?"  She had
asked me many times what had happened, but I was sworn to secrecy, and
didn't want to let my Dad down.

   "Gracie, I love you, but I can't tell you." I had remained firm on
this."I promised Dad I wouldn't tell."

   "Well, I'm not asking just 'cause I'm nosy.  I wanna know how to get Mom
to teach me.  She never had a talk like that with me, I figured it out on
my own.  Jacob says Dad touched you.  Did he offer, or did you ask him to?"
She smiled at me , and I sighed. Of course she had gotten the details from
Jacob. I should have known.

    "He was showing us how to wash our penises, and I got hard.  That's how
it started. Then he got in the shower with us.  I guess I got him wet on
purpose, so he would."  I blushed, a little embarrassed of what she might
think of that.  She looked over at me and nodded, eager for me to continue.
"Then we all washed each other, and he showed me how to masterbate.  It was
the first time I ever came.  That's why I had a boner the next morning when
you walked into the bathroom.  I was thinkin' about what happened."

   "O.K.  That's cool, though.  I wish Mom and I did stuff like that.  I
want to know how she masterbates." We were almost there, and our bodies
glistened with sweat in the summer heat. I liked the way Grace's body
looked, covered in a layer of sweat, tan and slim.  I knew when we got back
and jumped in the creek to cool off, her nipples would get hard, making her
look even sexier.  We had talked about our bodies alot, and the experiances
of the last week and a half.  Nothing else had happened, sexually, since
our first encounter, and we agreed , as the oldest children, that it was
best if we concentrated on our treehouse, not our budding sexuality, for
the time being.  That didn't stop me from admiring her athletic 13 year old
body, however.  She wore either a bikini top and shorts, or a bikini top
and bottom , most days, and it showed off her B-cup breasts and firm,
boyish ass perfectly.  We arrived at the shack and got to work.

     We had finished the sides of our treehouse, with large windows cut
into two sides for ventilation, and Grace and I were retrieving wood for
the roof.  We had measured carefully, and needed to cut about a foot off
the width of our next piece.  With a dull saw, cutting plywood is slow
work.  The shack had no windows, and was quite stuffy.  We took turns
cutting , taking a break when our arms got tired.  It was hot work, and
sweat soaked Grace's bikini, making it cling to her body.  As she fanned
herself during a break, her nipples began to harden and I daydreamed of her
naked body as I sawed at the wood.  I wanted to put my penis into her pussy
again.  Last time, I had not cum in her, and I dreamt of doing just that.
She pulled the top edge of her bikini out, showing off her cleavage, and
blew down her chest in an effort to cool herself off.  Looking over at me,
she caught me staring.

    "Concentrate on work, Brian.  Your boner dosen't get our treehouse
built." She was teasing me, I could tell by the gleam in her eye.  I hadn't
even noticed, but my 5 inch boy cock was getting hard, creating a pup tent
in my shorts.  I went back to sawing, glancing at her every so often as the
sweat poured off my brow.  We were almost done, but my arm felt like
rubber, so I stopped with about 4 inches of board left to cut. I had a rush
from excersion and hormones, and my penis was fully erect, like young men
get sometimes.

    "Can you finish it off?" I asked, refering to the board.

   "Sure, if you finish that off," she replied, nodding at my shorts.  My
dick was now tenting my shorts at full mast.  I wasn't ashamed, after what
had happened between us, but I could feel it throbbing and wondered how
girls had such self control.  She looked me in the eye. "I'm serious,
Brian.  You can jerk-off. It would take my mind off the heat, and it looks
like you need it.  Besides, I told you, I think your boner is neat. You
have to be fast, though.  We can't leave Heather and Jacob alone for too
long, and it won't take long for me to finish cutting this."  She licked
her lips, and I decided to go for it.

      I found the cleanest corner of the shack, and took off my shorts ,
freeing my hard penis.  The sweat was dripping off my ballsack, and I
fanned it briefly with my shorts before putting them on the floor.  Sitting
on them so my butt wouldn't get dirty, I looked over at Grace and touched
my hard boy cock, large for my age at 5-inches, but not very thick yet.
Her bikini bottoms were already soaked with sweat, so I couldn't tell if
she was getting wet, but I swear I smelled the familar odor of her sweet
pussy juice in the air.  I gripped my cock, slick with persperation and
began jerking off, making squishy noises as my hand squeezed hot sweat over
my red cockhead.  She smiled and began sawing, her breasts jiggling as she
worked, nipples hard.  She quickly finished, and the board fell to the
ground as I was nearing climax.

    "Time to go," she said, an impish grin on her face. "What's the matter?
Didn't I take long enough?"

    My voice was strained and out of breath. "Gimme just another
minute. I'm almost there."

    "Here, let me help," she said.  She approached, and got down on all
fours in front of me.  "Remember how I kissed it last time?  Remember how
good that felt?  Would you like me to do it again?"  I nodded, and she took
my hand in hers, moving it away from my hard penis. She leaned in and gave
my cockhead a warm, wet kiss on the end, looking into my eyes the whole
time.  "I love you , Brian," she said. "I would only do this if I loved you
, and I know how boys get distracted by thier penis.  I am going to make
you cum, then we can work hard on the tree house the rest of the day." I
was drunk with testosterone, and stroked her hair as she leaned into my
crouch.

    Just as her warm wet mouth met my hard cock, I heard a rustling sound
outside. I pulled Gracie's head up, and my eyes darted toward the door as
it opened.  Our neighbor , Mr. Norton stood there, dressed in blue overalls
and workboots, holding a shotgun.  He was an imposing man, about 50 years
old, with a weathered face.  Standing a little over 6 feet tall, and
weighing over 250 pounds of stout farm muscle, with a scowl on his face, he
looked with disbelief at the scene in front of him.

   "I come to catch a thief, and this is what I find!  What the hell are
you kids doin' in here?"  He looked on as I grabbed my shorts and covered
my hard boy cock as Grace stood up. "Playin' a little doctor, are ya?
Couldn't wait 'till after you finished stealin' my wood?"

    I stammered out the best excuse I could think of.  " No, sir. We were
walkin' and I felt faint, so I came in here and Grace tried to cool me
down..." It was a lame lie, and we all knew it.

   "Boy, don't make me beat it out of you. Have you been stealin' my wood?"
He set down his gun and cracked his knuckles, taking a step toward me.  My
cock, rock hard just seconds ago , had shriveled up against my hairless
balls.  Grace stepped in between us.

   "Mr. Norton, sir, we took some wood.  We thought no one was using this
stuff.  It's for our secret treehouse."  She smiled disarmingly and took a
deep breath, shoulders straight back, showing off her body.  She was no
dummy, even at 13, and knew how to sweet talk a man.  The fact that her top
was still wet with sweat and clinging to her hard nipples didn't hurt
either.

    "Hmmm, thanks for being honest, honey."  Mr. Norton seemed to notice
Grace's body for the first time.  He didn't even bother looking her in the
eye as his gaze roamed past her breasts, down her flat tanned tummy to her
soaked bikini bottom.  He breathed deep, and I knew he could smell her wet
pussy from the expression on his face. "And how about playin' doctor?  Were
you playin' with your brother's privates in here?"  His voice had taken on
a more relaxed tone, and I stared between his legs.  Sure enough, there was
a small bulge there, growing larger by the moment. Grace seemed to have
that effect on men.

    "Well...Brian was all hard, and I told him it was o.k. to play with it.
We had work to do, and I didn't want him to get distracted."  She thrust
her chest out a bit more.  "We are really sorry about the wood.  Please
don't tell Mom and Dad.  We will find a way to pay you back."  She was
playing a dangerous game and didn't even know it yet.  Mr. Norton peered
down at me.

   "How 'bout it , boy?  Are you gonna pay me back?"

   "Yessir, I will," I stammered. "I'm a good worker, honest, we didn't
mean any harm."

  "Well, the wood is no big deal.  I just didn't want hobos' shackin' up on
my property.  You don't have to work that off.  But you need to learn a
lesson or two about playin' with yourself on other people's property.  What
if my wife had walked in?  The whole town would have known about the Jensen
perverts.  Boy, you need a lesson. Stand up."

  I was shaking as I stood, holding my shorts in front of me to cover my
nakedness.  This had gone horribly wrong.

     "Don't you hurt him. It's not his fault. I told him he could, so it's
my fault."  Grace stood up for me, moving closer to me.

    "Ah, I ain't gonna hurt you two.  But you both deserve a proper
spanking for what you done.Maybe then you'll remember to keep your clothes
on when you're stealin' wood." He laughed, and took Grace's arm. "Since you
gave him permission, you can go first." He turned her to face away from
him. Our eyes met and she mouthed ' It's O.K.' to me. Mr. Norton put a hand
in the middle of her back and said," Bend over and touch your toes."  Grace
complied, and her bikini rode up her buttcrack, showing off her white
tanline to the old farmer. I could see his overalls tenting, and his cock
looked no bigger than mine.  I knew what was coming next.

    He put his hands on either side of her waist and hooked it with his
thumbs, peeling it down to reveal her boyish , firm ass. He knelt behind
her, taking in the view of her pink , puckered asshole, and pouty pussy
lips protruding down. Licking his lips, he said," Better step out of these,
don't want you falling over."  She stepped one foot out, her hands still on
her toes.  Mr. Norton stood again, and looked at my sister, half naked and
waiting for her spanking.  He rubbed a hand over her ass, and squeezed,
feeling its soft smoothness. I was getting excited despite myself, and felt
my cock growing under the shorts I was holding in front of it.

    "Please, Mr. Norton," Grace pleaded, "Don't leave any marks.  My
parents will see if you do, and I don't want them to know about this." He
smiled and started swatting her butt, his hand smacking down, then rubbing,
smacking, then rubbing.  He worked his way from the outside of her cheek
toward her buttcrack.  He reached over with one hand and pulled one of her
buttcheeks out, stretching her tight asshole, revealing even more of her
pussy.  His breathing hastened as he smacked the other cheek.  Grace's face
was flushed, and I could smell her musky aroma.  This was turning her on,
too. He stopped the spanking and used one hand to slide all the was down to
her damp pussy. He rubbed the outside of it a little, and rubbed his moist
fingers together under his nose, smelling her juice.  He looked over at me
and licked his fingers with a devilish grin.

   "Your turn, boy," Mr. Norton said, stepping back from Grace. "But I'm
not through with you, girlie.  You can stand up, but don't bother getting
dressed."  Grace straightened, turned and rubbed her red butt with one
hand.  Her nipples were hard nubs under her sweat soaked bikini top, and
she looked beautiful.  I was a little nervous, but I saw that he hadn't
hurt Grace.  I turned, still holding my shorts against my semi-hard cock
and started to bend over.

   "Oh, no.  I got something else in mind for you.  Since you like playing
with dicks so much, you can play with mine.  What do you think of that?" he
asked.

   I turned to face him. " Umm, ok.  I mean, yessir," I stammered.  He
couldn't have known, but I had been wanting to feel a man's penis ever
since my Dad let me touch his. I was nervous and excited.  Mr. Norton undid
the straps holding his overalls up.  He slid them down to reveal a chest
covered in sweat-matted hair.  As he got past his waist, we caught our
first glimpse of his cock.  It was only and inch longer that mine, but very
thick, thicker than Dad's, and covered in a mass of hair.  His balls were
huge. They looked like two kiwi fruit hanging down in a loose ballsack. I
knew that there was no way my hand would fit around his shaft, but I
couldn't wait to touch it. The cockhead was the larger than life, almost as
big as my fist.  It was deeper purple than Dad's.  He was rock hard,
throbbing with veins, an impressive piece of man-meat even if it wasn't
very long.

   "Now, come here and show me that little boy penis that you are hiding
from me."  I approached, dropping my shorts.  He gazed at my dick for a
moment and said," Well, you aren't such a little boy down there, are you?"
Reaching down, he toyed with my cockhead for a moment and said, "Now it's
your turn.  Show me how you jerk off another man, you dirty little gay
boy."  I came in close to him , leaning on his stocky thigh.  My hand first
caressed his huge balls, then moved up to his thick shaft.  I put both
hands on it, feeling its throbbing hardness in my soft palms. Grace was
staring , eyes locked on the two of us.  He noticed her gaze.

   "I told you I wasn't done with you, girlie. Come here."  She approached
as I toyed with the man cock in front of me.  As soon as she was in arms
reach, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.  His fingers fumbled
at the knot on her bikini top, then loosened it and he tossed it to the
ground.  He spun her back around and one of his gnarled, callused hands
began to pinch her hard, pink nipples while the other began massaging her
pussy, covering her soft fuzzy pubic hair in her own wet juices.

   "I saw you about to suck on your brother's cock.  Are you a dirty little
cocksucking slut?  Answer me, do you like to suck on cock, you little
slut?"  Grace shook her head timidly.

   "You're lying, you dirty little whore. I know you love the feel of a
man's hard dick.  It's natural.  You are a whore because that's what little
girls grow up to be. Now tell me how much you love to suck on your
brother's cock."

   She looked in his eyes and played along. "Yes , Mr. Norton. I wanted to
suck on my brother cock, he needed it so bad, just like you do."

   "Tell me you are a slutty little cocksucker. Tell me how you love dicks
in your mouth. Tell me how you like to play with cock."

  "I am. I love to suck on a hard penis.I like how they feel in my warm,
wet mouth. I love all men's penises.  I wish I could play with them all
day."  She was getting into it, and the words sounded twice as dirty coming
from a 13 year-old's mouth.

   "Good.  Since you love it so much, you can teach your gay-boy brother
how to suck cock." He pushed down on the top of her head, forcing her to
kneel.  Eye-level with his hairy penis and huge nuts, she watched as I
jerked him off.

  "Boy, you hold it steady for our little slut." I gripped his fat cock in
both hands , at the base. He nodded to Gracie and she planted a kiss on his
enormous cockhead. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tounge out,
trying to engulf the mammoth cockhead. Squeezing it into her mouth, she
bobbed up and down on it for a moment.  Mr. Norton grabbed the back of her
head and pushed his cock deeper into her soft mouth.  Her eyes widened and
I could see her starting to gag.  He released her , and she withdrew ,
coughing and spitting.  He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled
her face up to his cock again. Drool was leaking from her mouth.

   " You wasteful little slut. If you are goin' to spit, spit on my cock."
He held her head in both hands, and with me still steadying his penis, he
rubbed his cockhead in the spittle on Grace's baby soft chin.  He looked at
me.

   "How 'bout it, gay-boy? Are you ready to take your sister's place?" I
was more than ready, I even had a plan.  Grace had sucked on a man's penis
before, but she didn't have one. I had never had a cock in my mouth, but I
thought I knew how to make Mr. Norton cum.  I nodded.

   "Then speak up. Tell me you want to suck me off."

   "I do. I like playing with your big, hairy penis.  I like your cockhead,
too.  It looks fun to suck on." He smiled.

   "Girlie, hold my cock. Your brother is a born cocksucking , gay-boy, and
I am going to put him to use."  Grace steadied the base of his penis with
one hand and used to other to feel his huge hairy nutsack.  Her hot little
hands roaming over him, I looked at the deep purple cockhead in front of
me.  His piss hole was almost the size of Grace's pussy slit, and that was
what I was aiming for.  I put both hands around his shaft and touched my
tounge to his pee-slit.  It tasted tangy and salty, and I began washing my
tounge over it, then split it, slowly , gently working my hot tounge inside
of it.  Then I pulled out and licked all over the outside of his purple
cockhead.  I repeated this several times, each time paying more attention
to his piss-slit.  Grace began to rub her smooth face on his balls, licking
every so often, letting them brush against her eyes, nose , cheeks, and
then back to her mouth.  In short time, Mr. Norton was gasping for air, his
cock throbbing in time with his speeding heart. I felt him spasm and pulled
back from his cockhead just in time to see a spurt of white cum headed
toward my face. It splattered onto my nose and mouth.

   "Don't stop, children," he moaned, eyes closed. "Keep touching it, I'm
not done.  Jerk me off, you little sluts!" Gracie reached both her hands
over that thick shaft and continued working it up and down.  Mr. Norton
spurted again, but this time I was ready, with both hands covering his
cockhead, rubbing it right over the pee-hole.  Warm sperm jetted them,
making his cockhead slippery.

   "Keep going..Yes, don't stop..." he moaned, and spurted again, his
ballsack flexing. We kept rubbing on his huge, pulsating cock and cum kept
spurting out.  I counted 6 altogether before he was done. We were both
covered in his jizz. I was amazed that all this sperm could come out in one
orgasm. His cock was glistening with it, and our hands , faces, and chests
were splattered with man-cum.  He finished, and his cock slowly deflated to
to a thick, limp state.  Breathing deep, he looked at us, covered in his
juice, faces flushed.

     "That was the best damn blowjob I ever had.  I was a little rough with
you, but it was for your own good.  You don't need to be stealin' stuff to
get what you need.  If you had asked, I would have worked something out
with you."  We nodded and smiled at him.  He looked at my hard little cock,
and at Grace's puffy, slick pussy. "Are you both still horny? Need to cum?"
We both nodded.  He laughed at us, his thick limp cock and heavy ballsack
shaking.  "Good.  You can take the wood, but I think you deserve to go home
horny. Hope you both learned a lesson.  Now, get dresed and get out."

    We pulled our clothes back onto our sticky, cum covered young bodies as
Mr. Norton buttoned up his overalls.  Grace turned to him and said,"You
won't tell Mom and Dad about this, right?"

     "Tell you what.  You take that wood with you and use up as much of the
rest as you want.  I won't say a word.  And next time I come out here, I
will bring some clean blankets."  He took moved to Gracie's side and pulled
her bikini bottom aside.  Her pussy was still wet, the soft pubic hair
matted down, the lips puffy and swollen.  He rubbed her clit slowly for a
moment.  "It just wouldn't be fair to send you both home horny again."
With that, he picked up his shotgun and left. I made sure he was out of
earshot before I spoke.

   "I think he likes you, Gracie."

   "Oh my god, that was so weird.  His penis was huge!  I thought I was
gonna choke when he jammed it in my mouth."  I had to remember that she had
never played with a man-cock before.

   "Hey, would you do it again? If he was nice, like he says?" I was
curious mostly because he seemed to like her better.  I knew that I would
have a better chance of playing with Mr. Norton's big man-meat if Gracie
was involved.

   "I don't know, what if he wants to put it in me?  I mean, I think he
does.  I dunno, lets just take the wood and go.  Heather and Jacob are
gonna wonder what is taking so long.  We'll talk about it later."  She
grabbed one end of the board, and I got the other. "One thing I do know.  I
will never tell you to jack off for me again without making sure we are
alone!"