Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 15:40:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: naturally-curious-7
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The Jensen Family story continues, as told by Brian Jensen
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It had been a full day for me. Events were happening so fast that I
really didn't have time to put it all in perspective. Life is like
that. Nothing exciting seems to happen for ages, then it moves so fast
that it makes you dizzy. This summer, today in particular, was the fast,
dizzy kind. I didn't think of my family as weird or perverted, we were
just open with each other. But when I stopped to think of what had
transpired over the past few weeks, especially today, I knew that our
family was not like most.
The sexual awaking my family and I were experiencing didn't seem to
interfere with the routine of our life. We ate supper as a family that
night. We talked about school starting and what was on TV and all the
other mundane things that families talk about over dinner. Mom still
told me to keep my elbows off the table and Dad still told me not to
tease my brother. We all seemed to understand that sexual expression was
just one more of the many things that Mom and Dad were helping us
understand.
After we finished eating, I couldn't wait to show Jacob and the girls
how Dad and Mr. Norton fixed up our tree house. We helped do the dishes
and were on our way down to our secret hideout. As usual, Gracie and I
led the way while Heather and Jacob tended to lag behind. This was fine
with me. This morning, Gracie had said she wanted to talk with me, and I
wanted to know what was on her mind.
"So, how 'bout it, Grace? What did you want to tell me?" I spoke in
a low tone, waiting until we were out of earshot of our younger
siblings.
"You first," she said.
"Um, my secret is at the tree house. I have something to show
you...to show all of you, actually. You better hurry if you want to tell
me, we will be there soon."
"Oh, O.K.," she sighed. She hated to be out-maneuvered. "I'm
pregnant."
I froze, my jaw dropped and I looked at her. I knew she had all the
womanly parts to make a baby, and that she had been using those parts,
but this was the last thing I expected her to say. I stammered and
stuttered, my mind blown.
"Oh, uh, holy cow...I...ummm..."
She skipped ahead of me, and turned around to face me, smiling.
"Gotcha! That's the second time today I got your goat...." She was
refering to how she saw me peeping in Mom's room this morning. I took a
deep breath, relieved and a little embarrassed at how gullible I was.
"No, silly, I found out something today from Tiffany. She was at the
club, filling out a job application." Tiffany was a friend of Gracie's
from gymnastics class. She was a couple years older than Gracie, and a
frequent object of my fantasies. Tiffany had pale skin, freckles and
long, red hair. Oh, that red hair...not carrot red....dark, deep, almost
black, the color that blood looks when it's night time. She had gotten a
job as a junior camp couselour and hadn't visited us all summer.
"Tiffany walked in on Derek Sommers and Andy Jamison at summer camp
one night. They had snuck into the office to look at porn on the
computer. Bri, they were sucking each other off and looking at dirty
pictures....! Well, anyway, she told them she wouldn't tell anyone if
they did everything she told them to do until camp started up next year.
Bri, they are her slaves for the next year!"
Wow. This was juicy gossip. Derek and Andy were a year ahead
of Gracie. Derek was the jock type, and had a streak of bully in him.
Andy, on the other hand, was a quiet, bookish type. Very smart and not
quite a nerd, but he was kind of a loner. I couldn't believe that they
had gotten caught together. Derek was an asshole to Andy at school,
teasing him and picking on him. I had to wonder if he bullied Andy into
giving him a blow-job, or if it was a mutual thing?
"So, why did you want to keep it a secret? What does it matter if
Heather and Squirt find out?" As far as I was concerned, everyone should
know. It would humiliate Derek. Then again, Andy didn't need his
self-esteem hurt, it was low enough already.
"Well, that's the other part of my secret. Tiffany was the first
person I ever kissed, Bri. When we were in gymnastics together, we used
to sneak off to the back and mess around. We would practice kissing on
each other. Before long....well, we did a lot more than just kiss.
Anyway, Bri, she wants us to help. Actually, she wanted my help, but I
told her you should join us." Gracie grabbed my hand and pulled me to a
stop.
"I don't get it. Help with what?"
"They will do anything to keep her from telling. Anything. How 'bout
it? Wouldn't you like to have Derek, Andy and Tiffany over some time?
What do you suppose would happen?" Gracie smiled michieviously. I
thought it over, and nodded.
"That might be fun. We could get together at the tree house, maybe
tell the 'rents that we are camping out." Gracie was nodding her head at
my words, grinning ear to ear. She still had my hand in hers, and we
resumed walking, topping the last hill. Our tree house lay below in a
grove of trees, the setting sun turning the sky into an artist's canvas.
"Stop here, Gracie, I want us to all go down the hill together." We
waited for Heather and Jacob to catch up. In a moment we were all
gathered at the top of the hill, looking down at the tree house.
"Are you guys ready?" I asked. They all nodded eagerly.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" I screamed, and ran down the
hillside. They all followed suit. The last time they had been here,
though only a few days ago, our secret hideout had been a ramshackle
array of lumber nailed to a tree. Dad and Mr. Norton had completed it
for us. It was now a fort that any kid would kill to have.
I had gotten a head start on them, and was waiting at the ladder when
Gracie got there. The changes were readily apparent in the fading summer
light, and she climbed the ladder with an astonished expression on her
face. Heather and Jacob were right behind her, and they also had looks
of confused wonder and joy as they climbed into the tree house.
"Brian, how did you do all this?" Jacob's voice had a tone of
admiration and amazement in it. I laughed out loud.
"I was just as surprised as you. Dad and Mr. Norton fixed it up for
us. They put pillows and blankets and candles and snacks up here for
us. They even promised to keep it secret." I paused. "Do you all
remember the promise we took about the treehouse?" We had promised that
anything that happened in our family clubhouse was to stay a secret.
"Yeah, Bri." "Sure." " 'Course I do." Their voices chorused
together.
"Good. Well, I made Dad and Mr. Norton take the same vow. So if they
want to come in, it's o.k." My siblings nodded. I continued. "Mr.
Norton and Dad might want to play Truth or Dare."
"I knew it!" Gracie said. "The minute you said they were sworn to
secrecy, I knew it! You and Dad and Mr. Norton played Truth or Dare,
didn't you?" Her eyes lit up. The game had become the unoffcial ritual
after our initiation vow. "Well, tell us what happened, Bri. I can't
believe it...Dad and Mr. Norton? Come on, tell us."
I told them all the juicy details, about how I got to see Dad sucking
Mr. Norton's huge, thick penis while I put my boy-cock in his ass and
came. They hung on every word. When I finished, I had an erection and I
could tell that Gracie was pretty worked up, too. When I was done
telling the story, they began asking for details about this and that. I
ended up telling it all again, getting even hornier in the process.
Finally, they ran out of questions.
"Wow, you have had quite a day, haven't you, Bri? First, Dad and Mr.
Norton, then me, Heather and Mom. Do you ever give your hard-on a
break?"
"No, sis, I don't. And trust me, it never gives me one, either." I
took her hand and put it on the hard bulge in my shorts. "See, it just
won't go away." She giggled.
"Well, then, you will be walking home with a big, old boner. We better
get back to the house before Mom and Dad start to worry," she said,
patting my stiff member in a consoling manner. I much rather would have
played a game of Truth or Dare before we left, but she was right. We had
to get back soon. Better to go now, before I got even more worked up. I
climbed down the ladder (no small task with my shorts standing out in
front) and we hiked back to the house.
That night, I couldn't get to sleep. My mind raced with ideas and
fantasies about Andy, Derek and Tiffany.
Sunday morning. Gracie suggested that Tiffany come over the next
day. That way, we could discuss some details and guide the two
unsuspecting "victims" into doing what we wanted without any mistakes.
Monday came, and about 10 a.m. the doorbell rang. Tiffany was right
on time and I jumped off the couch, excited and giddy. When I opened the
door, I couldn't believe my eyes. This couldn't be Tiffany. At the
beginning of the summer, before she left for camp, she was built like
Gracie. Her slim, gymnist's body had blossomed. Instead of smallish
breasts and a boyish ass, she had curves everywhere! She wore a white
tanktop that looked like it was a size too small. I could see her green,
lacy bra through the sheer fabric. The pale, freckled cleavage of her
C-cup breasts was showing, her boobs mashed together in the tight top.
Her cut-off jean shorts showed off her legs and flared hips. She tossed
her dark red hair and winked at me.
"Hey, Brian. Long time, no see."
"Hey, Tiff, come on in," I said, trying to sound casual instead of
nervous. I glanced up at her sky-blue eyes, and then my gaze automaticly
dropped back down to her boobs. I didn't want to be the creepy kid that
gawked at his sister's friends. I made myself look back up into
her eyes.
"Gracie is upstairs cleaning her room. You wanna go up?" I thought
about how lame I sounded, and my confidence we could pull this off began
to fade. If I couldn't be smooth for Tiffany, how much worse would it be
when Derek and Andy were there too?
Tiffany stepped into the house and took a deep breath. Her breasts
strained against the tank-top and, again, I was staring. "Aren't you
going to tell me how much I've changed, Bri?" she asked, innocently.
My wits caught up to my hormones after a moment and I replied,"Well,
Tiff, I bet everyone you've seen has told you that, and I don't want to
be like everyone else." I paused and grinned at her, then added,"By the
way, you look great!"
She laughed, and we went upstairs. Gracie's door was open. We walked
in as she was bent over, picking up the laundry that covered her floor.
Gracie was the slob of the family, and her room was never completly
picked up. She screamed with joy at the sight of Tiffany, and ran over
to hug her. Wearing a half shirt and a pair of panties, my 13 year old
sister embraced her older friend.
"Oh, my god, oh, my god, we are really going to do this, aren't we?"
Gracie hugged her friend even tighter and smacked quick kisses all
over Tiffany's face. "I can't believe we are going to do this!" Gracie
stepped out of the embrace and held Tiffany's hands, raising them in the
air. She looked the gorgeous redhead up and down, then turned her head
my direction and said," Did you tell Tiff how hot she looks? Can you
believe that she changed this much in one summer?" I nodded and
plopped down on the floor, mostly to hide fact that all the blood in my
body was rushing in to my penis. Considering what we were about to do, it
was crazy to be shy about my hard-on, but I was more than a little
intimidated by the new Tiffany.
Tiffany blushed, but she smiled proudly and did a slow pirouette for
us, showing off her body. "I know, it's crazy. My tits were growing so
fast this summer that I outgrew two bikini tops. And all my underwear,
too." She shook her chest and her butt at the same time, and laughed.
"Speaking of which, nice outfit, Gracie-baby. I like the white cotton
undies with hearts. I hope that's not what you are going to wear when we
hook up with Derek and Andy." Her voice was teasing.
Gracie pulled out a small, plaid skirt from the laundry on the
floor, and said," Nope, I'm gonna wear this. Just a little innocent
Catholic school-girl, that's me." She held the short skirt against her
hips for effect.
"We were talking about your underwear, not your little slut-skirt,"
Tiffany said, arching one eyebrow.
Gracie sighed. As if talking to a child, she said "Who said I was
gonna be wearing underwear?" Then she pouted her lips out, and slowly
licked them. Tiffany raised her other eyebrow and said,"Eww-la-la. Hot.
Very hot." They both broke out in giggles, then screamed and hugged
again. I waited for them to settle down a little, and spoke.
"If we are going to plan this, we'd better get to it. Mom, Jacob and
Heather will be back before too long." Mom had taken my younger brother
and sister to register for school. Gracie and Tiff nodded. I continued.
"O.K. then. I guess first we need to talk about what Tiffany is
going to say if Derek or Andy don't want to show up, then we need..."
Tiffany interrupted me.
"Why are you in charge?" She didn't sound mad, she sounded as if she
were asking out of curiousity.
"I guess because we are using my tree house and it was my idea."
They sounded like good reasons to me.
"One, we aren't using a tree house for this. Two, without me, none
of this would be happening. And, three, no offense, Bri, I know you are
mature for a sixth-grader, but I think I have a little more experiance
handling teen age boys than you do." She was right, and I slowly
nodded. She looked over at my sister and Gracie nodded.
After settling that, the details of the plan were easy. We planned
it for Wendsday night. I would tell Mom and Dad that I was going to camp
out in the tree house. Gracie would spend the night at Tiffany's house,
and I would walk over at sunset. Tiffany's parents were leaving that
night for a five-day vacation at the lake, and she would have the house
to herself. My heart pounded with anticipation. Tiffany was a sharp
girl, and my confidence in the plan rebounded. We could pull this off,
easy!
There was a pause in our conversation, and Tiffany looked over at me,
then at Gracie, and cleared her throat. She obviously had something else
on her mind, but was having trouble saying it. Gracie waited a long
moment, then said,"Out with it, already! Just ask, I've been waiting for
you to ask ever since we started talking about this."
"Alright, then. Brian, you know I think you are the coolest."
Actually, I had not even a clue that she thought that, and I puffed my
chest out a little. She continued. "I gotta tell ya, though, I thought
it was kinda wierd that Gracie asked you to join us. Not many girls
would want thier 11 year old brother around for something like this..."
She trailed off, searching for words, and looked up apologeticlly at
Grace.
"You want to know why." Gracie finished Tiffany's thought, and
Tiffany nodded. "Well, Bri is very mature for his age. Not only can he
give a blow-job as good as any girl I know, he can fuck you silly and
have you begging for more." Gracie said, her tone as casual and
bussiness-like as a fast food order. Tiffany looked stunned for a
moment, but she recovered quickly.
"Is that a fact? Brian, you haven't been feeding Gracie a bunch of
made up stories to impress her, have you?"
I took a deep breath and went for it. "Well, she has only seen me
give one blow job, so you'll have to take my word on that one. But she
can tell you how good I am at with girls."
Gracie came to my defense. "You know, Tiff, you aren't the only
one that grew up fast this summer. Brian and I have had our share of
fun, too."
Tiffany's expression was one of disbelief and fascination. "You
guys are messing with me. Are you serious? Gracie, girlfriend, I want
details. I want all the dirt." Tiffany's pale cheeks were flushing as
she spoke.
"Well, all the details might take awhile. It started with a game in
our tree house, and one thing just led to another. You know....we were
just messing around. It just....happened. What can I say, I have a hot
brother, and he is an early bloomer." Tiffany just stared at her, and
Gracie lowered her eyes, looking a little ashamed and embarassed.
Tiffany took her hand, and said," I didn't mean to be a bitch about
it. I think it's totally cool. If I had a brother like Brian, I would
be all over him. I just don't think it's a good idea if you two get it
on in front of Derek and Andy, though. Ya, know, it's a little freaky
for some people."
I'd had enough. Gracie had no reason to feel embarrassed and I spoke
without thinking. "And what about you, Tiff? Are you allowed to get it
on with Gracie?"
Tiffany stared daggers at me. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am
allowed to do anything I want." We stared at each other, dead ended for
a minute. Gracie intervined, calming the situation down.
"Everyone...calm down. Brian, she is right. We have to keep it
cool. And, Tiff, I'm sorry I told Brian that you and I had...played
around. I should have asked you first." Gracie took our hands, and put
them together. "Now, I want you two to kiss and make-up. I bet by the
time you finish, you forget what all this argueing was about."
I stayed mad for about a half-second, then realized how stupid I was
being. Looking into Tiffany's blue eyes, I gave her an apologetic grin.
She smiled back, and we both started laughing. Gracie sat back, and
said,"Alright, then, kiss and make-up."
Tiffany didn't hesitate. She leaned in, pressing her breasts against
my chest and whispered, "Tounge or no tounge?" Wow.
"Tounge. Definitly tounge," I stammered and leaned toward her a
little, putting more pressure against the tits resting on my chest. She
moved her mouth to mine, and as we kissed I ran my hand through her mane
of soft hair. When she pulled away, I could see the outline of hard
nipples through her tank top. Gracie spoke up.
"Isn't that better? I think I want a kiss, too." I moved towards
her a little and then realized she was looking at Tiffany, not me. Tiff
moved over by my sister and they made out for a moment in that soft way
girls have with each other. As for me, I was anything but soft. My
stiff penis was straining against the fabric of my underwear.
Tiffany and Gracie broke thier embrace, and I could see a tiny wet
spot forming on Gracie's panties. Tiff noticed it, too, and unabashedly
reached down two fingers to touch it. "It's been a while since we messed
around, Grace. I forgot what a good kisser you are, but I don't remember
ever getting you wet this fast."
"Yes, well, I remember a skinny girl with no tits. Isn't it great how
we've changed?" Gracie grinned at her friend, and ran a
hand over Tiffany's boob. " Now, I have been dying to get a look at
you. Why don't you show me what kind of bra you are using? I can't
believe something so frilly can hold these things in place."
Tiff smiled back and said," You are not going to believe my tits. I
can't believe my tits. Honey, they defy gravity! Mom says it's 'cause
they grew in so fast, and when I had my camp physical, Dr. Chu said that
they didn't seem to be slowing down." Tiffany skinned her tank-top off,
and I saw that Gracie's curiousity was well founded. As far as I could
tell, the bra that Tiffany was wearing was not a support garment. It was
almost see through, and Tiffany's nipples poked the material out in
front. No padding.
Gracie ran her hands under her friends tits, gently feeling them.
"No wire? Hmmm...." Gracie's hands moved to her friend's cleavage,
searching for the clasp that would release Tiffany's
breasts. Tiffany stood a little straighter, pushing her chest out. She
looked over at me and smiled as she saw the bulge in my shorts.
"Enjoying the show?" she asked, just as Gracie released the clasp.
Her milky boobs swayed outward a little, spreading her cleavage, but
didn't drop even a fraction of an inch. If anything, I swear they moved
up a little, getting even perkier, as if the bra were holding them down
against her chest instead of lifting them.
Gracie peeled the lacy material from one freckled boob, exposing it
completely. We both stared. Tiffany's breast was almost a perfect cone,
and it did indeed angle ever so slightly upwards. Her nipple and areola
were red on brighter red, and capped the entire pointy tip. Gracie
moved a hand to Tiffany's other breast and, tucking her whole hand under
the cloth still suspended on it, and lifted the green bra off.
"oh..my...god...TIFF! I love them!" Gracie stripped off her little
half-shirt and said,"Look at mine..they are like, training bra time,
mesquito bites, next to yours." Gracie wasn't giving herself credit, her
breasts were a little small, but more than Tiffany had when she was
Gracie's age.
"I knew you would love them, aren't they great? I play with them,
like, all the time. I stand in front of the mirror and wiggle them and
watch them bounce. I can't believe they are filling in so fast. It's
not all good, though. Some nights, I can't even sleep, my nipples ache
so bad, and not in a good way."
Normally, I'm not much for girl-talk, but this was not normal. Gracie
thrust her tits out, the small, pink nipples erect. She touched her nubs
to Tiffany's large, red nipples, standing on her tiptoes. She ran her
hand over one and gave it a little jiggle, then gently pinched the tip,
making the large, crinkled nipple push up from the areolae. Tiffany
grinned and looked down , enjoying Gracie's exploring hands. "That's not
all. I have the biggest bush. It's so weird. The hair barely grows on
my legs, but my pubes.... They are out of control. I haven't trimmed
them all summer, 'cause I was at camp."
Gracie reached a hand down to Tiffany's shorts, unbuttoning them, and
Tiffany backed away half a step.
"Oh, no. It's embarrassing. I meant to clean up down there when I
got back, but I've been so busy, and it takes forever."
"Please, Tiff. I want to see. I remember when you just had red
peachfuzz down there. Let me have a look." Gracie's voice was sugar
sweet. She reached out again, and this time Tiffany let her unzip the
shorts. Gracie pulled down on Tiffany's tight shorts and they fell to her
ankles, a pair of matching green, lacy underwear inside of them.
Tiffany stood naked, and looked down at her mass of pubes. They
formed a large "V" from the seams of her thighs, covering her crotch
half-way to her belly. A few shades lighter in color than her hair, they
were fire-red, almost glow-in-the-dark bright. Gracie ran one hand
through them.
"Wow, they're softer than mine. Bri, feel how soft her pubes are-
it's like baby hair." Tiffany shied back again.
"Oh my god, stop, it's nasty, all that hair." I couldn't believe she
felt that way. Gracie looked surprised, too.
"You are crazy, Tiffany. That is sexy as hell. I think you have the
most beautiful body I have ever seen, espescially your pubes," I said.
I was fibbing a little bit. I actually thought her breasts were the best
part of her body, but her hairy, fire-crotch came a close second.
"Do you really like all that hair, or are you just saying that?" She
stared down again, then turned to look in the full-length mirror on the
back of Gracie's door. She didn't wait for a reply before continuing
on. "I mean the front is ok, I guess, except I can't wear a skimpy
bathing suit, but I hate feeling all that hair up in my cootchie and in
my crack." She bent her ass toward us and spread her ass a little. Hair
was sprouting up between her cheeks, a covering so thick that I couln't
even see her sphinter.. She let us look for another second, then turned
around.
"So, it that totally gross or what? I think I'm gonna shave it all
off. Looking at the younger girls running around this summer.... I
mean, I like the way a girl's pussy looks. Why did God want to give us
hair down there and cover it up?"
"I think what you need is a makeover," said Gracie. "You've been at
camp and you come back after roughing it all summer...You need to feel
like a girlie-girl instead of some refugee back from the wilderness.
I'll make you a deal. Let's do our nails, and our hair, and while we are
at it, we can trim you up and make you feel all smooth and good in the
right places. Then, if you still want to shave it all, you can." Gracie
took Tiffany's hand and kissed it. "Come on, it will be fun."
Tiffany nodded, and Gracie said,"O.K. , don't move, I gotta get
something." She flew through the door way, tearing down the hall
wearing nothing but a grin and her panties. Tiffany looked me up and down
as I stood there, still gaping at her body, very aware that the bulge of
my stiff penis was on display.
"So, you like guys, huh? The way you are looking at me, I would have
never guessed."
"It's not that I like guys. I just can't stop thinking about sex,
ever. So if I have a chance to get some, I do. Gracie says that I'm a
walkin', talkin' hard-on."
"Really?" She locked her gaze on the bulge in my pants. "Can I see
it? Believe it or not, I've only seen two before in my whole life, and
one was my Dad's, so that one shouldn't even count."
"What about Andy and Derek? I thought you saw them."
"Oh, I saw enough to know what was going on, but I didn't get a good
look. They covered up pretty fast when I walked in." She impishly
grinned. "You know, I'm gonna see yours soon, anyway. We might as well
go for it now."
I stepped closer to her, waiting expectantly for her take down my
shorts. She hesitated a moment, then slipped her soft hands under my
shirt at the waist. She knelt and slid her hands into the elastic band
of my shorts, sliding them down my thighs. My hard dick was pulled
down, too, trapped in the confines of my underwear, and then suddenly
released. It bounced upwards, bobbing up and down, inches from her
face. Free and unconstrained, I felt more blood rushing to it, and it
continued to twitch a little with every beat of my heart, engorged with
blood. I loved that feeling, and pushed it toward her, letting her get a
good look at it.
"Wow. I wish I were a boy, sometimes. It would be so cool to have a
hard-on. I would play with it all the time." Her face was so close to my
penis that I could feel her warm breath on my swollen cock-head. She
reached a hand under it, feeling the shaft, pointing it right and then
left as she inspected every inch. I moaned softly. Footsteps thudded
back down the hall and Gracie reappeared in the doorway holding an armful
of supplies.
"Gee, are you guys getting along o.k.? You're not fighting again,
are ya?" Tiff giggled and shook her head, still staring as my hard cock
throbbed in her hand.
"No, Gracie-babe. I found something much more interesting to do."
Tiffany pulled my dick up and stared at the underside. My red, swollen
head was pushed against my belly and another electric jolt of pleasure
ran through my body. " Don't you wish you had one of these? It's, like,
free entertainment. You could play with it all day."
"Yeah, but then you would be a boy. And as much as I like boys, I
love you just the way you are." Gracie smiled at her friend. "O.K. ,
let's do this. We are going to make you love being a girl again."
Gracie nodded her head toward the bathroom that she and Heather shared,
and Tiff slowly pulled her hand away from my cock, running the tips of
her fingers over it's sensitive tip as she broke contact with it. Gracie
took Tiffany's hand and pulled her down the hall. I followed the girls
into the bathroom,wearing nothing but a t-shirt, my hard penis bouncing
in front of me.
.
Gracie began to lay out items on the bathroom sink. Nail polish,
combs, scissors, electric clippers...by the time she was done, the entire
counter was covered. She plugged in a little gizmo that I had never seen
and dropped a plastic packet in it.
"What's that, sis? Where did you get all this?"
"That is to heat up the wax. And most of this is Mom's stuff, but she
said if I ever needed it, I could use it. And right now, we need all of
it. We are going to give our best-est girl here a wax, a shave and a
trim. Then we are going to do her nails. If she's lucky, she might even
get a massage." Tiff smiled gratefully at my sister. Gracie added,"Hey,
Bri, can you grab a couple of pillows and a trashbag?" .
I was back in a flash. When I walked in, Tiffany was sliding Gracie's
panties off. Gracie's butt-cheeks flexed as she shifted her weight,
showing off her round, athetic ass. She directed me further as she wet a
hand-towel with steaming hot water. "Put the pillows down long-ways on
the floor and put the trash bag over them so that they don't get
wet. Then put the towels over them. Tiff is going to need to lay down on
it when we wax her."
Tiff looked over at me and giggled,"Bri, you look kinda silly, running
around in a T-shirt and no pants. It's cute, but you can lose the shirt.
Like I just told Grace, if I'm gonna lay around here naked, so are you
guys." Fair enough, I thought, and took my shirt off before making
Tiffany a cozy seat on the floor.
Gracie wrung out the hand-towel. "Tiff, don't worry, I've helped Mom
wax a million times. First, we are going to open your pores so the hair
comes out easier. This part feels good, don't worry." My sister
motioned to the floor, and Tiffany sat on the make-shift spa-bed.
"No, silly, we are going to do your butt with the wax. Turn over."
Tiff obediantly lay on her stomach. She looked amazing, with tiny,
light brown freckles sprinkled on her alabaster skin, and her full, firm
butt cheeks propped in the air by the pillows underneath her. Gracie
leaned forward, laid the steaming towel over Tiff's crack, and began to
slowly push it between her friend's butt-cheeks. Tiffany let out a small
peeping sound and clenched her ass as the piping hot towel was stuffed
further in.
"Open your legs up a little, sweetie, and relax. The towel needs to
sit on your skin." Tiff spread her legs out a little, and Gracie worked
the towel further down, using two fingers to pack it against Tiffany's
sensitive skin. Tiff squealed again and said,"Oh, my god, how 'bout we
skip the wax and you can just cover my whole body with hot towels...That
feels sooo good, Gracie..."
"Tiff, I'm gonna have Brian file your nails while I wax you." She
nodded to me and I nodded back, grabbing the nail file and sitting
cross-legged on the floor in front of Tiffany's head. Her long hair was
hanging down over her face on one side and she had a wanton look on her
face. She reached out and placed one hand on each of my knees, staring
at the red mushroom head of my boy-cock.
"I tell you what, Bri," she said in a low, throaty voice. "For every
nail you file, I will give you a kiss." She pursed her lips and exhaled,
hard. Her hot breath swirled around my penis. "Anywhere you want me
to..." I went to work on her nails watching her stare at my crotch. She
seemed fascinated by my member. It swayed back and forth with the motion
of my hands.
Gracie stood and got the wax packet and "applicator" ( it looked
like a popsicle stick to me, but who was I to question the secret world
of femimine hygiene products...).
She knelt between Tiffany's legs and slowly pulled out the hot
towel. Tiff closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief as cool air
rushed in. Gracie looked at me and winked. I flashed her a grin.
"Alright, Tiff, now I am going to put the wax on. I want you to spread
a little further out, hon, and keep your butt in the air. If you have to
move, don't clench. Try to keep your butt in the air." Gracie swiped a
big glob of gooey wax and, as Tiff raised her butt a little higher, began
to wipe it on the mass of soft, red pubes sprouting from Tiffany's
crack. Tiffany's free hand gripped my knee harder and she gasped.
"OH, Oh, WOW , that's so hot...mmmm....oh..." To her credit, she
tensed the hand I was filing on, but otherwise it didn't move. Gracie
blew a little on the wax to cool it, and Tiff untensed. Her normally pale
cheeks were quickly turning red, and she was breathing harder. She ran
her free hand to my penis, stroking it a little.
"O.K. , Tiff, now comes the fun part. I'm gonna rip off the wax real
quick, and all your hair will come with it. But I learned a trick to make
it a little easier on ya..."
Gracie's hand disappeared under Tiffany's butt, and Tiff smiled and
closed her eyes. Her hand tightened around my throbbing, meat, and she
moaned. "Oh, Gracie, that feels great." Her eyes opened again, glazed
with lust. "O.K., honey, I know what's coming. Go ahead, yank that wax
off, but don't you dare stop playing with my cootchie." Gracie pulled
up quickly with her other hand, and Tiffany grunted softly.
"Did it hurt, hon?" Gracie was scooping more wax out.
"No, it really wasn't that...OH, DAMN, THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Gracie had
slopped more wax down as Tiffany spoke. Gracie giggled , patted her
friend's butt-cheek, and reached between Tiff's legs again.
"But, honey, isn't it worth it when I do ...THIS?" Tiffany's butt
rose a little higher and she moaned as my sister toyed with her pussy.
Using her special method, Gracie finished waxing Tiff's backside
about 10 minutes later. She turned over and Gracie waxed the front and
top and edges of her friend's bushy pubes. By the time she was done, the
air was thick with the smell of female musk. Gracie got the clippers,
trimming the remaining mass of hair, and evened it out. Tiffany was left
with a wide "V" of long, soft, red pubes.
"That's it, girlfriend! We are done. And, if I do say so myself, I
did a wonderful job." Grace wet a warm towel and swabbed between
Tiffany's legs, wiping off the loose clippings. "Now, I think we should
go back to the room, sit you down in front of my mirror and paint your
nails."
Tiffany sat up. She was flushed, head to toe. "I can't wait to see,"
she said peeking down and inspecting her front. "It does look better,
hon, but it's still big..."
Gracie smiled. "When you see yourself in the mirror, I bet you change
your mind. I could hardly contain myself when I got all that hair off of
you and saw how pretty your pussy is." Tiff stood up and turned toward
me. I stared up from the floor. Gracie was right. Tiff would not be
disappointed. Her wide "V" of red hair ended right above the cleft of
her vagina. I could see the hump of her swollen clit pushing out on her
pink outer pussy lips.
"Wow. Tiff. You look even better than before.." I reached up a hand
and ran it through her thick bush. It was the softest hair I had ever
felt, thick and warm. I buried my fingers in it, stroking my way down to
her exposed, hairless labia. Gracie walked over, took my hand in hers
and Tiffany's in the other.
"Come on, let's finish her up." Gracie led us back to the bedroom and
Tiffany walked up to the full-length mirror, inspecting her front. She
turned from side to side, and finally, turned her back to the mirror and
bent over at the waist. She reached down and touched the floor with her
hands, looking back at the mirror, her long, red hair puddled on the
floor. Staring at the reflection of her naked backside in the mirror,
she slowly ran her hands up the outside of her legs and spread her firm
butt-cheeks wide. Her pink sphincter winked as she giggled.
"You like?" asked Gracie. Tiffany nodded. She straightened up again
and sat down in front of the mirror, legs open, staring at herself.
"You were right, Gracie. I love it! As far as I can tell, the only
problem is that I am going to spend all my free time looking at it.
You're the best!" Gracie hugged her friend from behind.
"O.K., let's paint your nails. What color you want?"
"I dunno, I think I will be wearing a little black dress that I picked
up this weekend. It is sooo slutty... I had to have it, but there is no
way I could wear it out in public. So really, anything will go with it."
"Hmmm...we need a test subject. Bri, cop a squat." Gracie rummaged
around in her make-up kit and pulled out several bottles of nail polish.
"I'm volunteering you as our official test dummy." She saw my look of
apprehension and said,"Don't worry, I'll take it off just as soon as we
decide on a good color."
I sat on the floor, my back against her bed. My belly was starting
to ache a little, and my testicles were throbbing. It was the worst case
of blue balls I had ever gotten, and I couldn't take much more of it. I
took my cock in my hand and began to play with it. Tiffany smiled over
at me. She was still on the floor in front of the mirror. She began to
rub her pussy. My view was obstructed by her hand, but I could see her
reflection perfectly. She spread her legs a little wider and pressed her
glistening pink outer lips open, exposing her wet, red inner pussy. Her
clit, bigger than Gracie's nub, was about the size of the tip of my
middle finger. She ran her hand over it, coating her palm with shiny
dampness, and smeared her juices around her smooth, bare labia. I pumped
my hand over my aching penis faster.
"Gee, Bri, I think I still owe you some kisses for helping with my
nails. Would you like them now?" I nodded, and she rolled up on all
fours, crawling over to me.
Gracie came over and sat next to me, taking my free hand and placing it
on her thigh. She began to open the little bottles of nail polish.
"Bri, no matter what , don't move this hand. I don't want to get
polish all over me." She started to swipe different colors on my nails.
I hardly even felt her touch or heard her words. All of my attention was
on Tiffany. Gracie looked up at her friend. "Talk dirty to him, Tiff. I
bet he dosen't last for more than 4 or 5 kisses before he jizzes. He
loves dirty talk."
Tiff arched an eyebrow, and sat up on her knees. Her shorts were on
the floor by her and she plucked her green, lacy underwear out of them
and scooted slowly across the floor. Bringing them to her face, she
inhaled deeply, and began to rub them on my feet. They were silky soft.
She worked them up my leg and thigh, slowly running them across my skin.
I let go of my aching, throbbing dick and let her take over. She plopped
them on top of my red, mushroom cock-head, wrapped her hand around them,
and began slowly using her panties to jack me off.
"You know what I'm gonna do, Bri?" she said in a low, throaty
voice. Her incredible, torpedo breasts pressed on my ribs. "I'm gonna
make you come in my panties. When you are done, I'm going to put them on
and feel your hot sperm all over my bald little pussy."
Gracie was wrong. I didn't even make it to one kiss. As worked up
as I was, I couldn't hold it in any longer. The silky cloth rubbing on
my sensitive boy-cock sent me over the edge. I grunted, and began
squirting into Tiffany's panties. My hand on Gracie's thigh never
moved. I gripped her leg tightly as the tension on my balls released in
one thundering wave after another. Tiffany snuggled in closer to me, and
held the panties firmly in place as I finished coming. They were now two
shades, a wide circle of dark green marking the area that had soaked up
my mind-blowing orgasm.
"Perfect timing, Tiff, time to pick out a nail color, babe." Gracie's
voice was nonchallant, but her hard nipples and flushed color gave her
away. She was more that just a little turned on. Gracie lifted my hand
and passed it over to Tiffany. Tiffany considered the colors, while I
sat enjoying the wet, silky feel of the panties on my stiff, sperm-coated
dick. A thought occurred to me, and I blurted it out.
"How come guys don't get to wear underwear like this?" Tiffany
looked down at the outline of my penis head in her panties and shook her
head.
"I dunno, they just don't. You like the way they feel? You can try
them on if ya want. I love the way silk underwear feels, so soft and
slick. Of course, now they are soft, slick and gooey...." Gracie giggled
a little at Tiff's words and chimed in.
"Yeah, put 'em on, tiger, let's see you sporting this years line of
women's undergarments. Come on, strike a pose." She was half-teasing,
but it was all the invitation that I needed. I stood up and slipped on
Tiffany's underwear. Since they were designed for a woman, and one
several years older than me, I had to hike them up almost to my
bellybutton before I felt the cool, damp silk slide up my ass-crack. I
was still hard, and I pulled them tight against my blood filled penis,
the smooth, rich fabric tickling my sensitive cock-head. I looked in the
mirror and admired how the sheer fabric clung my semi-hard member,
showing off the rim and shaft. I ran my painted nails across the fabric,
feeling it's softness.
"Wow. That is hot, don't you think so, Gracie?" I turned back to the
girls as Tiffany's voice snapped me back to reality. "If he had long
hair...with that face and those eyes, he would make one hot chickie."
"No problem. Check this out." Gracie rummaged around in her drawers
for a minute and began handing Tiffany articles of clothing, mostly
panties and bras. Then she went over to her vanity table and pulled
something out.
"Taaa-daaaa!" She held up a black wig. "It's from Halloween, I was
Lizzie Borden." They came over to me, turning me away from the mirror.
"No fair peeking, little brother, you are getting a make-over, too."
They both started giggling. Tiff pushed my hand away from it's grasp on
the panties, and they fell down to my ankles, too big to stay on without
help. She held a pair of plain white cotton panties in front of my
crotch and looked up at Gracie.
"Hmm, too plain," said Gracie.
Tiffany grabbed a pair of pink panties, held them up.
"Nope. Too immature."
Pantyhose.
"Too see-thru."
Black panties.
"Oh, try those on, Bri, I have a great bra to go with them." Tiffany
helped me get them on. They weren't silk, but they still felt great, the
fabric tight across my front, carressing my cock and balls with
softness. They rode up my butt-crack, making me feel...well, womanly. I
felt sexy and vunerable. Gracie held out a black bra with padded cups.
"I wore this last year, when I wasn't quite an A-cup yet. That's why
it's padded, to fill you out." I nodded, and Tiffany grabbed one side of
it. They worked my arms into the straps and latched it.
"Kleenex," Gracie said, and Tiffany handed her a box of tissues. She
stuffed a few in each cup. "Oh, baby! You are looking hot. Now for the
finishing touches." She bent down and came up with a tube of lipstick.
"Do this." She pouted out her lips, and I copied. She painted my lips.
The taste and smell of the lipstick gave me a strange and pleasant
stirring feeling in my belly. Tiffany snugged the wig on me and they
both stepped back. Tiffany winked and me.
"You are now one of the girls. And not only that, you are smokin'!
Turn around, Bri, look in the mirror." The girls stepped close in again
and I turned to look in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. Three
very sexy girls stared back at me. Gracie and Tiffany, naked and
alluring, flanked me on either side. But it didn't look like me. I had
long hair, red lips, and matching black underwear and bra. They were
right, I was hot! I turned to the side, and Tiffany leaned forward,
pressing her pointed breasts into my back, digging her hard nipples into
my skin. She pulled the hem of my panties up, exposing my butt cheek and
pulling the fabric tighter against my now throbbing cock.
"Oh, goodness, me! Our new girlfriend has a huge clittie, look at
that." Tiffany reached her hand in front and gave my bulge a rub. Her
and Gracie looked at each other and exploded into giggles again. I
looked in the mirror again. I looked older as a girl, at least 14, and
inspiration struck.
I told the girls my idea, and they agreed. I wanted that morning to
last forever, but Mom was due home soon with Jacob and Heather. We agreed
that Friday night was the best time to pull this off. The girls
transformed me back in to a boy again, stripping off the lipstick and
nail polish, and we put on our clothes. By the time my mom, sister and
brother came home, we were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch.
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Friday night finally came. Jacob wanted to spend the night in the
treehouse with me, but Dad convinced him that they would have just as
much fun watching movies at the house. I think he knew something was up,
but he didn't push too hard, he just told me to be safe. I set up some
stuff there, and made a bee-line for Tiffany's house, about 2 miles
away. I was running about an hour early, but we would need some extra
time to get ready.
Tiff answered the door in her robe, and gave me a big hug. "We just
hopped out of the shower," she said. "Perfect timing, come on in." She
lead me downstairs to the finished basement where her dad had set up a
home theatre. A space heater was in the middle of the floor, and the
room was a tad bit stuffy and hot. All part of the plan.
"Check this out." She toyed with a couple of light switches, playing
with the track lighing. All the lights dimmed except for three,
illuminating a plush, black leather sofa against the back wall, flanked
by two smaller loveseats. "That's where Andy and Derek will sit. Once
we get you prettied up, and with the lights in their eyes....they will
never recognize you!" My heart was beating hard, I was nervous and
excited. What if I got caught? What if...I didn't?
Tiff took my hand and led me back upstairs. Gracie was in the living
room. She had laid out my outfit for the evening, all-new, courtesy of
the credit card Tiffany's mom had given her to buy clothes with. My
beautiful sister was already dressed, wearing a short plaid school girl
skirt and a thin white oxford. She had fastened only one button between
her breasts and knotted the shirt-tails in front so that her flat, tan
belly showed. The blue ribbon in her hair and white, knee-high stockings
completed the package. In the bright light of the room, I could see
through the shirt. Her little nipples were stiff already.
"Are you ready for your total make-over, Bri?" she asked as we came
in. I nodded, wondering how she could look so slutty and so innocent at
the same time. "Well, get naked, silly, let's go." I shucked off my
shorts and shirt, standing in front of the two girls with a stiff penis
and a big smile. Tiffany grabbed a pair of black panties and knelt by my
feet. I stepped into them and she pulled them up to my thighs. They were
silk, cool and smooth against my legs. She eyed my erection, and
said,"Gracie, can you tuck him?"
My sister walked behind me and I felt her hand slide between my legs
from behind. Her arm brushed my tight ball-sack as her fingers closed
around my throbbing head, and a jolt of electric pleasure shot through my
body. She gently pulled my penis down by it's mushroom head so that it
pointed at the floor. She put a little more pressure on it, pulling it
back harder. Pleasure and pain mounted. I felt like it was going to
break in half.
"Hey, be careful down there!" I exclaimed. Tiff giggled and pulled
frilly panties up my front, covering my penis. Gracie slid her hand back
out and cinched up the back. They were super-tight, pulling my cock
between my inner thighs, making it bend despite all the blood flowing to
it. I looked down. There was a lump in front, plain as day, but at
least I wasn't sticking out like a flag-pole. Tiffany clapped her hands
with joy and said,"Perfect! I got the size just right! I am sooo good!"
They began to dress me, and in no time my ensemble was complete.
Matching black bra, stuffed with Kleenex. A short sleeved, pink
summer-sweater, with a button down front that stopped just above my
navel, showing off my tan belly. A pleated, white skirt that hung a
couple of inches over my knees. Pink knee-high stockings. They painted
my nails pink, too, and put on my make-up and wig.
In a flash, they had finished transforming me. Gracie and Tiff
stepped back, inspecting thier work.
"I think he's ready," said Tiff. "But we can't keep calling him
Brian."
"How about...Brianna? Or just Bree? Yeah, Bree, that's perfect."
Gracie grinned. "Come on, Bree, time to check a mirror, girlfriend." I
followed to the bathroom, walking a little bow-legged. My penis rubbed
against my thighs and silky underwear with every step. Tiffany stopped
me.
"Bree, you are walking like a cow-boy, hon. You have to walk like a
girl. Little steps. Hold your butt up and put your shoulders back. You
gotta work it, baby!" She giggled and took me by the hand. Together, we
minced down the hall. I was getting into this. I felt so feminine and
soft and girlie.
When I looked in the mirror, I didn't even recognize myself. When
the girls had done me up the other day, it was a half-baked job. This
was the real deal. I was a dark-haired, slim, budding teenage girl, with
small breasts and long legs. The skirt's pleats hid the bulge of my
partially tucked penis. I thrust out my chest proudly, and lifted the
back of my dress, looking at the way the black panties stood out with my
white butt-cheeks hanging half out of them. Tiffany lightly smacked my
exposed ass.
"Well, we can't give you a girl's tan-line, but otherwise you look
perfect. They will never know." She untied her robe, holding it
together with her other hand. "Wanna see my little surprise? I got this
when I was buying your outfit." Without waiting for a reply, she wiggled
her shoulders, letting the robe slide down to her waist. She had on a
sky-blue half-top, the same color as her eyes. It laced in front, making
a web of blue strings that showed the hollow of her chest and the pale,
fair skin of her fabulous cleavage. The hem was embroidered with white
lace, about an inch too short to cover the bottom swell of her breasts.
It clung to her skin, showing off the outline of the hard nipples that
capped her pointy, conical juggs. She dropped the robe. Around her
waist, she wore a silver chain. Nothing else. Her soft red bush was on
display, perfectly groomed, a wide arrowhead that pointed to her bald
cleft and pussy-lips. She turned around and let me check out the back.
Her chain was latched by a pair of hand cuffs, two silver cirlces in the
small of her back.
"Just in case someone gets rowdy," she said.
"Where's the key?" I wondered out loud. She certainly didn't have any
place to hide in skimpy outfit.
"Don't worry, Grace has it. Now, Bree, let's go hang out in the
basement and wait for the boys. They should be here and minute."
Tiffany pulled her robe back on, and we all went downstairs to the
basement, getting extra pillows and blankets handy , testing the lighting
to find the perfect brightness. We hid the space heater. Gracie sat on
the shadowed loveseat, near the couch, and I sat beside her , prim and
proper with my knees together, my butt resting on the edge of the
cushion. As soon as I sat, the doorbell rang.
"O.K., girls, we are on," Tiffany said. "Just remember what we
talked about, and this will be a blast!" She bounced upstairs, leaving
me and Gracie on the couch.
Gracie put her hand on my knee. "How ya doin', Bri? If you want to
bail out, now is the time..."
"Are you kidding me? This is awesome, I feel so...different. In a
good way. Don't worry, sis, I'll be fine. Better than fine." I smiled,
and added " Oh, and don't call me Bri. It's Bree, remember?" She leaned
over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Oh, I remember, hon."
We heard a door close, and three sets of footsteps echoed on the
stairs. Andy and Derek turned the corner with Tiffany following them.
They stopped and looked over at us, confused.
Derek turned to Tiffany with a scowl on his face. He was almost 6
feet tall with close cropped brown hair. Muscles rippled under his white
t-shirt. He was huge for a 14 year-old. If he got mad, this could get
ugly. I was having second thoughts after all, but it was too late.
"What the fuck is this? Tiff, what is going on?" He definitly
looked ticked off.
Tiffany wasn't intimidated a bit. She took his hand in hers, and
Andy's hand in her other and lead them over to the couch, sitting between
them. She crossed her legs, her robe splitting open to reveal a healthy
expanse of her thigh. She didn't let go of their hands.
"I miss you guys. Don't be mad. I just thought you might wanna hang
with us tonight. My parents are out of town, and you know how boring it
can be, all alone in the house. Relax, Derek, I promise we will have
fun." She smiled at him. "You guys know Gracie, and this is her cousin,
Bree. She lives in Michigan. Be nice and say hi to her."
Andy cleared his throat and nervously spoke as he stared down at the
hand Tiffany had a hold of. "Hi, Bree. Hi, Gracie." His mop of chesnut
hair fell into his eyes, and he brushed at it with a skinny hand. He was
about an inch taller than me, and looked like a scared rabbit right now.
"Heya, Andy, good to see you, hon." Gracie's voice was sugar sweet.
We had agreed that I would say as little as possible, so I sat quietly
waiting for the girls to stir the pot. "Do you like my outfit, guys?
It's my back-to-school look."
Gracie stood up so that they could get an eyeful. Andy finally
looked up. Grace turned slowly, showing off her clothes, and sat back
down, sinking into the couch then scooting forward. Her knees were open a
little, and her plaid skirt had slid back to the top of her thighs. Both
boys were staring at her legs, or rather, between her legs. True to her
promise, she wasn't wearing underwear, and they both strained to get a
closer look in the dim lighting.
"Oops," Gracie said tritely, in her best air-head blonde voice. She
took the hem and pulled it forward, lifting up slightly and spreading
her legs a little before crossing them and smoothing her skirt back
out. "You guys didn't see my cootchie, did you? I would be sooo
embarassed if you did." She smiled at them, sitting up straight on the
edge of her seat, shoulders back. Derek recovered first.
"Nope, I didn't see a thing, the light is too dim. But I do like that
outfit." Andy's face was turning red, but he couldn't stop looking at
Gracie's legs. It was almost comical. His eyes darted from her legs to
the floor and back up to her legs, then again.
"Andy, you look so nervous, hon. Don't be. Relax." Gracie stood up
and walked to the couch in front of him. She stopped under one of the
circles of light from the track lighting above. Her shirt was
semi-transparent under the bright light. The boys ogled again, this time
at her pert breasts, bound tight in her white oxford. Gracie spoke in
her airhead voice again.
"It's kinda hot down here, don't you think, Andy?" Andy didn't
bother hiding his stare, looking at my sister's nipples through
the see-thru fabric. He nodded, and licked his lips. His mouth opened
but no words came out. The atmosphere was charged.
Gracie undid the single button that was fastened. Her shirt fell
open a little more, still tied to her midriff. She lifted it wide open
at the collar, baring the top and sides of her breats. I could see the
edges of her pink areolae as she began blowing down on the swell of her
firm, B-cups. My penis, confined in tight lacy underwear began to
throb, and I wasn't the only one. I could see Andy shift, trying to hide
a bulge in his shorts.
Tiffany leaned toward Andy, still holding his hand, breathing words
into his ear. "Isn't she just adorable? Don't ya just want to eat her
up in...little...bitty...bites?" Making sure that Derek wasn't ignored,
she released her hand from his and slid it down to his thigh, resting
it a couple inches from his crotch. He looked down her hand, and back up
to Gracie, with a flushed look of disbelief.
Gracie bent over the coffee table in front of the sofa and clicked a
remote. We had some club music loaded up, and a slow, deep bass began to
pound. The music started up, deep and primal. Gracie threw her
shoulders back and shook her ass a little with the beat, moving out of
the light.
"Tiff, come dance with me, baby! Let's PAAARRRTTTYYY!" She held out
both hands and Tiffany bounded up off of the couch. Her hips swayed to
the beat as she approaced Gracie and walked behind her. Putting her
hands on Gracie's bare midriff, they began to dance. Tiffany slowly ran
her hands up to the knot of Gracie's shirt and began to work it loose.
Gracie turned her back as her shirt came open, giving Derek and Andy no
chance to see her boobs. She faced Tiffany and they
continued dancing. Tiff pulled Gracie's shirt off of her shoulders down
to her elbows. I got a perfect view of Gracie's firm young breasts
bouncing and shaking to the music, her pink nipples rock-hard. All Derek
and Andy could see was her bare back.
Tiffany put her hands on Gracie's hips, and pulled her closer.
Looking over Gracie's shoulder into Derek's eyes, she kissed my sister
full on the lips. They broke the kiss, and Tiffany pulled Gracie's shirt
up buttoning that one, single button again. Gracie yanked on the tie
to Tiffany's robe, and it fell open. It slowly slid to the floor as she
danced. Her torpedo-like breasts heaved and bounced in the tiny blue
lingerie that covered them. With Gracie standing in front of her, the
boy's view was limited. They saw flashes of skin, but I don't think they
had a clue that Tiff wasn't wearing panties. If the plan was to tease
them , this was gross overkill. Derek and Andy were breathing hard and
figeting, readjusting the bulges in thier pants.
Gracie faced the boys, still dancing, and said,"Does it freak you out
that we kissed? Sometimes we just get carried away. You should see us
when no one else is around...."
Tiffany hands were on Gracie's hips, and Gracie arched her back.
Tiff let her fingers roam up underneath the shirt, cupping Gracie's
breasts from behind.
"Would you like to see what we do when no one else is around, boys?"
Gracie's voice was husky.
Derek and Andy nodded, speechless.
"Then you have to do something for us." Tiffany spoke, and continued
to explore my sister's perky breasts. I could see her fingers moving
under the shirt, gently rolling Gracie's nipples.
"O.K., what do we have to do?" asked Derek.
"It's really easy. I want you to tell us what you were doing when I
walked in on you this summer at camp. I want details. We all want
details."
Derek and Andy flushed red with embarassment. Andy looked at the
floor, but after a couple of seconds his hormones won out, and he went
back to staring wordlessly at the girls entwined before him. The silence
built for a few seconds, and Gracie spoke up.
"Guys, it's o.k. We are totally into it. Do you think we went to
all this troube just to humilate you? Come on, tell us...you'll never
know what could happen ...." Gracie pushed down on Tiffany's arms. She
unbuttoned that one button that had been holding her shirt closed all
night. Her shirt opened in front and Tiffany stopped playing with
Gracie's nipples and covered them with her hands. Tiffany looked over at
Andy.
"How 'bout it, Andy? If you give us some dirt, I might get so excited
that I'll forget to keep my hands here..." Tiff began massaging Gracie's
chest, her palms squishing into the soft breasts as she played with
them. "How about you just answer yes or no?"
He looked over at Derek. Derek shook his head, then reconsidered.
"Oh, what the hell, Tiff already knows...Go ahead, Andy."
Tiff grinned and said," Cool. First question. How many times had you
guys snuck in to look at porn before I caught you?"
"Like, every night. You caught us because we were early that
night." Andy's voice was calm. It was as if he was glad the truth was
coming out and he didn't have to hide anything.
"Good answer. Gracie, I think they deserve to see my new top. Can you
kneel down in front of me, hon?" Gracie descended to her knees in front
of Tiffany. Her shirt stayed open, and the boys got thier first look at
her firm, small breasts as Tiffany's hands slid off of them. They also
got a look at Tiffany's breast's straining against the lacy blue
half-top. Gracie's shoulder's and head were hiding Tiffany from the waist
down, but once again, I had a great vantage point.
"Now, wasn't that worth a little honesty? Derek, hon, you have to
answer this next question since Andy answered that one. It's a little
harder. What does Andy's penis look like?"
Derek turned an even deeper shade of red, but held his hands about 8
inches apart. "It's big."
"Wow, that is big. Is it thick or is it skinny? Is he circumsized?
Come on, baby, we want details. Trust me, it will be worth it."
Tiffany took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back, making her
huge tits seem even bigger.
"It's kinda skinny, and yeah, it's circumsized. His head is really
big, it looks like it was made for a dick twice as big."
"Was his big cock-head hard to fit in your mouth, hon?"
Derek nodded his head yes, and said, "O.K., that's like, three
questions, not one."
"You're right. I'm sorry, I just get carried away. Hmmm, let's
see....would you like to see my underwear?" She stepped from behind
Gracie, showing off her soft, bright red bush. She ran her fingers
through it and hooked her thumbs in the silver chain around her waist.
Andy eyes were bouncing from Gracie's tits to Tiffany's bush.
"Andy, I've got a good one for you. Would you ever consider sucking
off another man in front of your girlfriend?" Tiffany put her foot up on
the coffee table as she asked, giving them both a view of the pink folds
of her labia. Andy was hypnotized. He just stared without answering.
Gracie, still kneeling, wrapped an arm around Tiffany's leg and kissed
it.
"Andy, hon, Tiff asked you a question. Don't you want to answer and
see what comes next?" She ran her hand up the back of Tiffany's thigh
and reached her hand between Tiff's legs from behind. Slowly, she ran
her fingers into the red blanket of hair, cupping Tiffany's pussy.
"Yes." The single word was all Andy could manage.
"Yes? Yes, what? Yes, you would give a guy a blowjob in front of a
girl?" She restated the question, twisting it slightly.
"Yes, I would, if she wanted me to."
"Well, honey, I've got news for you, we want you to. That's why we
went to all this trouble tonite. If you do, the three of us will do
anything you want. But if you don't, that's cool. You can leave if you
want, we won't be mad. We've always got each other."
Derek looked over at me suspiciously. "I don't know...I guess I
trust you two, but I don't even know your cousin, Gracie."
"She wouldn't be here if she wasn't curious, Derek. As a matter of
fact, when Bree heard what was going on, she said that if you guys
wanted, she would help get you started. How about if she helps out, and
then watches while you guys finish? Would that make it easier?"
Andy just looked stunned, but Derek had gathered his nerve. He took
off his T-shirt and revealed his tanned, muscled chest. He slid over on
the couch next to Andy. "Let's do this, man. They already know... and
they want to see. Besides, if we leave this horny, we will end up doing
it anyway. I can't take much more of this." Andy looked over at Derek
and nodded. Tiff looked over at me and winked. That was my cue.
I stood up and made my way over the the two older boys. I knelt on
the floor in front of them. Thier eyes were roaming over my body,
mentally undressing me, checking out my tits, my legs, and my tan,
exposed tummy. I leaned forward tugged at the top of Derek's shorts
inexpertly. He unbuttoned them and, in a blink of an eye, they were
around his ankles, his cock swaying back and forth inches from my face.
It was very thick, but shorter than mine by an inch or two. The
head of it was long, tapered and pink. It almost looked like a tiny,
fleshy bananna on the end of his shaft. As far as I was concerned, it
was gorgeous, a beautiful penis, perfectly sized for my mouth. I took it
in my hand. It was hot to my touch and Derek groaned as I gripped it
tight. I leaned in and gave it a warm, wet kiss on it's head. I turned
my head towards Andy and began to lick Derek's shaft while I checked out
his friends equipment. The girls, following the last stage of our plan,
moved to either end of the couch. They were to keep the boys' hands
busy, so that my costume would stay intact. It wouldn't do to have thier
roaming fingers running through my wig!
Andy was still a little shy. Gracie had perched on the armrest
next to him, and said, "How 'bout I help you with your shirt, tiger?".
Andy and Gracie got his shirt off. He looked down at his pants and then
over at me. I rubbed Derek's cock-head over my lips, then my cheeks,
chin and neck, looking up at Andy, loving the feel of Derek's hard meat
against my soft skin. Tiffany snuggled up to Derek and put his hands
under her skimpy top, letting him feel her tits as she undid the laces in
her sheer half-top.
"Bree, honey, how about you get Andy's shorts off now? I can keep
Derek cozy for a minute..." She tossed her top to the side. Derek was
in heaven as his hands explored Tiffany's large, torpedoing breasts. I
scooted over to Andy. He was wearing cut-off sweat pants with an elastic
waist. I slid my fingers under the top and worked them down. His boxers
were showing a bulge, but it looked a little smaller than the eight
inches that Derek promised us. I slid his boxers down and under those,
Andy had on a pair of very snug white briefs. I could now clearly see the
outline of a huge cock head tucked between his thighs so far back that he
was almost sitting on it! I looked up at him and he knew the question
before I asked it.
"I gotta wear two pair of undies. If I didn't...well, it can get
embarrassing when I don't...This spring, at a family reunion...I almost
died of shame. I popped a boner when I hugged my aunt. It was
humiliating. So now, I wear two pair."
Wow. I couldn't wait to see! He lifted his butt up, and I pulled
down his whitie-tighties. His cock jumped upwards, smacking against his
belly. I stared as it rebounded and throbbed inches from my watering
mouth, lenthening and hardening with every beat of his pounding heart.
Tiff looked over. Gracie was enthralled. Even Derek turned his head,
his hands still squeezing Tiffany's breasts.
Andy's penis was better than I could have ever hoped
for. His cock-head looked like a plum, purple and wide. At the base,
where the plum sat on his skinny shaft, the rim was a wide, overhanging
lip of sensitive, rounded skin. I wrapped my hand around it, and sure
enough, as I pulled it down to get a better look, I couldn't even see my
fingers hiding behind that swollen, purple bulb. No wonder Derek had
problems fitting it into his mouth. I opened my knees a little,
spreading my stance on the floor a little, partly bracing myself, but
mostly because my throbbing, tucked penis needed relief. I knew the
dangers of revealing my true identity, but all I could think about is how
I would love to rub our penises together, and feel his huge, stiff member
against mine. I wasn't the only one having fantasies about Andy. Gracie
spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Oh, my god...Derek, no wonder you wanted to play with it. Bree,
honey, if you don't touch that right now, I am going to come down there
and take your job." Andy looked up at her gratefully.
"You like it, Grace? I mean, always thought that younger girls would
be scared of it. And older girls. I just figured it was kinda....out of
proportion. You know... ohhh...ahhhh...."
He lost his train of thought as I put both my warm hands on the long
shaft. I had plenty of room, and they barely overlapped as I rubbed that
huge, purple head over my lips, kissing it. I trailed it over every inch
of my face, even closing my eyes and pressing it against my lids,
wanting every nerve in my body to know how a cock this big and beautiful
felt. I worked it back towards my salivating mouth and swabbed it again,
leaving it wet and glistening. Andy groaned, and Gracie kissed him while
I began to suck on the tip of his head, tounging the pee hole and the
sensitive skin under it.
The blood pounded into my penis, and it strained harder against the
tight, silky panties, aching for release. I shifted, opening my stance
up a little more, and felt my cock-head slip out of the side, mashing
into my inner thigh. My grip tightened around Andy's shaft, and I began
jerking my hands up and down.
"Unggh...oh...oh...yeah.." I looked up, wanting to see Andy's
expression. His eyes were closed, and his mouth open. Gracie had
snuggled in closer, and was rubbing his chest, giving his nipples a hard
pinch as she passed over them. She spoke, her voice barely above a
whisper, a low,throaty tone.
"Tell Bree how good she is. She loves to hear dirty talk. Tell her
she is..." Gracie whispered something in his ear. I worked my tounge
into Andy's pee-hole, then forced my mouth entirely over his over-sized
head and began to bob and suck with all I had.
"Ungh...oh, you are such a good little dick-sucker....you are making
me feel so good...please, suck it..suck it...such a great cock sucking
mouth...Oh...OH...UNGGGGGHHH!!!"
His hips bucked, forcing his engorged penis further in my mouth for a
split-second. For an instant, I felt that huge, throbbing head on the
back of my throat. Then he pulled back and I felt his shaft tense in my
hands as his sperm began pumping up the long shaft in my hands. I popped
his head out of my mouth just as he began to spew white spunk out of it's
tip. It coated my face. I closed my eyes and began rubbing his
cock-head over my face as he spooged again. Warm sperm shot over my lips
and up my nose a little. Andy was breathing hard. He flexed his butt
muscles, and a smaller load came out, drooling down his head. I leaned
forward and began to lick his shaft clean, smearing saliva and come over
it.
Slowly, I became aware that everyone's eyes were on me. Derek had
one hand on his own cock and one between Tiff's legs, his eyes
wide. Gracie smiled at me. Andy looked down between his legs and grinned
slyly.
"Wow, that was quite a warm-up....Bree. Or can I just call you
Brian?" He reached down and tugged my wig back into place. I guess it
had slipped a little during my performance. My jaw dropped. Gracie and
Tiff were speechless, too. Derek looked at me a little closer and
laughed.
"Holy shit!" he said. "I would have never known! I can't believe
it! He looks just like a girl...a hot one, too! How long have you
known, Andy?" Derek didn't look a bit mad, if anything he gripped his
dick a little harder.
"When he started working you over, something about the way he moved.
I dunno...I just knew...." Andy smiled. "But I meant what I said to
him. He gives the most amazing head...did you see how fast I came?
Thanks, Bri, that was totally cool of you."
"umm...you're welcome." My voice was small, mostly because I
suddenly felt odd being called Brian. I wanted to be Bree, a hot
teen-age girl. "Hey, I know this is kinda weird, but I just had to
see...I mean, I wanted to be here..." I trailed off.
Derek saved me. "Hey, bro, it's cool. I tried on my sister's panties
once and I still jerk-off when I think about it. I woulda freaked out if
I had known you were here when I walked in, but I think I've changed my
mind...Bree." He winked at me. "I'll bet your pecker is killing you
right now, isn't it?" I nodded.
"Well, we better get it out and have a look. How funny, I was
wondering why you weren't getting naked with rest of us. And having Tiff
and Gracie keep us busy...you guys had this all planned, didn't you?"
Gracie and Tiff looked at each other and burst into giggles, nodding and
smiling. Andy spoke up.
"You went to all this trouble just to see me and Derek play with
other? Or did you have anything else in mind?" He was looking at Gracie,
his hand rubbing her thigh.
"Oh, no. We want to see you guys together. It's
just...so...different...in a hot way, different. Bri...I mean, Bree is a
boy, but all I saw was a cute girl sucking you off. I want to see boys
playing with each other, don't you Tiff?"
Tiff nodded and hopped up off the couch. "Let's get a good seat,
Gracie. I want to see all of this. And Bree, why don't you take off your
underwear and skirt? Don't mess with the top, though, I like you all
pretty." Gracie and Tiff grabbed the coffee table in front of the couch
and moved it back. They started spreading pillows and blankets in front
of it. Derek motioned for me to come closer.
"Let me help with that, Bree." I stepped over to him. He turned me
around so that my butt faced him, and pulled up the back of my skirt.
Hooking his thumbs in my panties, he pulled them down. My cock was
finally free! It stood up, my sensitive head tickled by the fabric of
the skirt. I felt Derek hands on my sides, and the skirt came down, too.
He lifted me into his lap, sliding his stiff penis over my tight ballsack
and settling it. It sat between my thighs, hard and soft at the same
time and I squeezed my legs together, wanting to feel every part of it.
I lay against his muscular chest and looked at our hard cocks throbbing,
the heads almost touching as mine swayed back and forth over his.
Gracie and Tiff lay side by side on the floor, propping pillows
behind thier backs and turning towards each other so that they could see
the show and one another. Thier hands strayed over each other. Andy was
still on the other end of the couch, his member still stiff, but not
urgently throbbing like it had been when I had pleasured him. He had been
watching Derek position me with a look of wistfulness, as if he wished he
could be me. Tiff nudged him into action, pointing to the cock-sandwich
Derek and I had made.
"Andy, babe, don't you want to join in? I know you do, hon...why
don't you start us off? You are a lucky boy, look at that...two
wonderful, hard dicks for you to play with." Tiff began put two fingers
between Gracie's legs and began to massage her shiny, wet labia as she
spoke. Gracie returned the favor by crossing her arm over Tiff's and
exporing her friend's pussy.
Derek, holding me in his lap, used his knees to spread our legs
apart, and sope left legs onto the couch, leaving the our . We lay
there, our turgid dicks pointing at the cieling, as Andy leaned over and
took both our shafts in his hand, mashing our hot, meaty cocks together.
He began to lick and kiss our cockheads, squeezing harder as he tried to
pleasure two throbbing penises at the same time. Derek's pink,
banana-shaped cock-head was a sharp contrast to my wide, red mushroomed
head. Andy opened his mouth up, lay his tougue on the bottom of my dick,
and tried to fit both of us in. He worked his lips over the tips of our
dicks, and slowly began to fit more in his mouth. I could feel his hot
tounge sliding between our dicks, exploring me first, then moving to
Derek. Derek began to moan.
"Oh, Andy, not that spot, oh, god,
yeah...Oh...OH....." Derek grunted and bucked his hips. Andy pulled his
warm mouth away from our cocks, still gripping them tight, and began to
jerk us off. I had never felt anything like it. His hands rubbing up
and down on me....my shaft sliding up and down on another cock.... both
of us urgent and throbbing. Derek began to shoot his load, and I could
feel his penis twitching on top of mine. Andy covered Derek's cock-head
with his hand just as sperm began to spew out of it. White jizm leaked
between Andy's fingers as Derek emptied his balls. Andy smeared it over
both of us.
The girls were no longer just absently playing with each other. They
were frigging each other hard and fast. Derek lay in the glow of his
orgasm, watching as their hips jerked, their legs squeezing together
involuntarily with each spasm of pleasure. Tiffany looked up at us. Her
face was flushed and her eyes burned with wanton heat.
"Oh, please, don't stop. I want to see more, please, keep going...oh,
Gracie, right there, hon, hard and fast right there...." She closed her
eyes and moaned, then looked up again. "You guys, Bree needs some love,
too, look how hard her big clittie is....oh, yeah, right there...oh..."
She trailed off as my sister found a new rythem, her fingers furiously
massaging Tiffany's clit. We watched for a moment before Andy spoke up.
"What about....Derek, remember what we talked about, that first
night?" I felt Derek nod. Andy continued. "Bree, Derek told me that he
had fantasies about letting another guy...put it inside...ya, know...but
I'm way to big. Yours is just right, and it looks like you need it,
too....If you don't want to, that's cool, but..." I was already sliding
off of Derek's chest.
Derek looked hesitant, and his eyes drifted over to the girls to
see what they thought. Tiffany's chest was heaving up and down as she
spoke. "Please Derek, please, we want to see that. Please let Bree put
her girl-cock in your man-pussy, oh, please..."
Derek nodded and slid off the couch. He sat on his hands and knees at
the girls feet and said,"O.K. But we need some lotion or something...I
can't even get my fingers in there without lotion..."
Andy took his sperm covered hand and began rubbing it between Derek's
muscular butt cheeks. Gracie said turned to Tiff and said,"I know you
are so close, baby, but let's help. You are sooo wet, let's give Derek a
little lube." Tiff nodded, and the girls got to thier knees. They
thrust thier hips out and began to wipe thier soaked twats with thier
hands and then spreadtheir juices on Dereks brown, wrinked sphinter. I
came around behind him, eager to begin. It seemed like my dick had been
hard for days, I ached so bad.
Shortly, Derek was ready to go, and the girls sank back to enjoy the
show, renewed with vigor, fingers maniclly rubbing each other's clits.
Derek poked his ass into the air, and I stood behind him. I grabbed my
shaft and lowered my cock-head. His man-hole was slick and shiny and I
pressed into, softly at first, then harder. My head squished into all of
a sudden, and Derek gasped. I couldn't believe how tight it was in there,
it felt like my penis was buried in a solid block of hot flesh. I pushed
a little harder, sinking all the way in, and Derek yelped, half-pleasure
and half-pain.
"Sorry," I panted.
"It's ok, it feels great now that its in. You can move around now, but
go slow at first..." I did just that, pulling it out about an inch and
sinking back down. His tight hole loosened a little with each stroke. I
began to speed up, watching my shaft slide in and out. Gracie's voice
barely distracted me as she said to Tiffany,"Oh, my god...that is sooo
hot...Bree looks just like a girl fucking the shit out of a hot guy...oh,
Tiff, make me come, honey, oh, I wish you had a cock on your beautiful
pussy...oh...OH!"
I pumped harder and faster, Derek grunting with every thrust. I felt
his muscles bunch in his buttocks. It was like I had control over a wild
beast. If he wanted to, he could have easy thrown me off, but instead he
was letting me invade his most private area with my throbbing meat. It
was too much. I buried myself deeply into him , began to explode as I
heard Gracie coming, then Tiffany's cries joined in, too. Our moans of
extascy merged with Derek's grunts and, for a moment, the whole world
around me seemed to orgasm. It seemed like I pumped gallons of sperm
into the hot tunnel of his ass before I finally stopped.
Gracie and Tiff were on the floor, gently kissing and cuddling. Andy
was on the couch, stroking his long penis. The night wasn't even close
to being over. I went over to Andy and began to help him jerk-off.
"So, what else can we do?" I asked.
As it turned out, we did it all over again, and then some.