Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 22:40:22 CST
From: K Ration <micrometer69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 9

Thanx to those who have written. I'm surprised at how much your messages
mean to me. They are a real encouragement.

To any who are interested and to those who have asked, look for a couple of
other stories in the near future, probably in this same section of Nifty:
"Young Cousins" and "Co-ed Campers" to be submitted soon.

Now on with the story -

Family Friends
Chapter Nine
Rusty & Nancy Talk to Their Parents About Sex

The youngsters remembered their Monday morning experiences every day but
did not try to repeat them. As if by some unspoken agreement, all behaved
as if they didn't want this new- found treasure to become old through
repetition.

By Wednesday night, however, Rusty could wait no longer to find out about
that white stuff that came out of his penis when he masturbated.  He wanted
to make sure he and Rex weren't hurting themselves and that he and Nancy
weren't going to get sick from tasting it. He and Nancy had agreed that
tonight was the night for each of them to have one of those "birds and
bees" talks with their parents.  The appropriate time didn't present itself
until later that night when Steve was taking his shower.  Janet was in the
sewing room finishing a dress she was working on.

Rusty waited until he heard the shower stop running and walked into his
parents' bedroom.  Knocking on the bathroom door, he said,

"Dad, it's me.  Can I come in and talk?"

"Sure," Steve answered, as he opened the door, "come on in.  What's up?"

"I'm curious about something." Rusty said.  "When you were my age, did you
masturbate?"

Thinking for some time now that this subject was about to come up, Steve
wasn't particularly surprised.  Treating the subject with the same openness
that his son was, he answered, "Sure, lots of times."

"Like, how many times?  Every day?" Rusty asked.

"At your age?  Yeah, just about every day, sometimes more than once a day,"
his father answered.

"Do you still do it?"

"Yes, some, but not nearly as often.  Just because you get married doesn't
mean it stops feeling good, although having sex with your wife feels
better."

By this time, Steve could feel himself getting hard.  Just talking about
sex could do that to him, and there Rusty was, standing in the doorway,
looking at him in the mirror.  At this point, to hide his growing erection,
Steve grabbed a towel and suggested they go out and soak in the spa.

"Can we go naked?" Rusty asked.

"Sure, if you want to."

"Great!" Rusty answered, and with that he shucked off his shorts and
undershirt, standing naked in front of his dad.  Seeing his son naked made
Steve think back to his own youth when he had played "doctor" with his
friends - until they learned about masturbating, then they didn't call it
doctor any more.  He felt himself continuing to get hard as he tossed a
towel to his son.  As they walked past the stairs towards the kitchen and
the door to the pool, he hollered up to Janet,

"Rusty and I are going to the spa for awhile." Then, "Au naturale!"  He
added so that she would know they weren't wearing trunks.

As they sat in the spa with the water flowing smoothly around them, the
light on and the bubble machine turned on, Rusty continued his questioning.

"Did you ever do it with other guys?"

Figuring quickly that Rusty wouldn't be asking if he weren't already doing
it himself, Steve decided to continue to be open and honest.  It was the
least he could do in response to his son's frankness.

"Sure.  There were three or four of us that played with each other from the
time we were about second graders all the way through high school. Of
course, by high school age it wasn't playing so much as just mutual
masturbation. We got separated when it came to college or we might have
continued even longer."

"Did you do each other in high school?"

"Yeah.  Sometimes we'd just do ourselves and watch each other and sometimes
we'd take turns masturbating each other. I remember it felt kind of good to
do it to another guy."

Rusty was really anxious about his next question, and he sat for some time
wondering how he could ask it or even if he could ask it.  Finally,
deciding that it was now or never, he took a deep breath and asked,

"Dad, I heard Mom talking to Nancy about oral sex the other night.  Is that
what it sounds like?"

Steve knew he wasn't prepared for the direction this discussion was
heading, but he decided that if Rusty had the courage to ask, he would have
to find the courage to answer.

"Yeah, I suppose it is.  Oral sex means one person putting their mouth on
the other person's sex organs."

"But why would you do that and what do you do?"

Wondering if he was going to be able to hide his own erection from his son,
Steve answered, "Oral sex can be used as part of foreplay or as an
alternative to intercourse.  It feels really good to do it or to have it
done to you, and it should make you feel good to do it to your partner.
When a man has oral sex with a woman, he usually uses his tongue to lick
her clitoris and the lips of her vagina.  He can also lick the inside of
the vagina, but most tongues aren't long enough to get very far.  When a
woman performs oral sex on a man, she takes his penis in her mouth and
sucks on it.  She can move her mouth up and down the length of his penis
and run her tongue around it and around the head, she can take it out and
lick it all over, she can kiss it and lick his sack, all the time playing
with him just like he does himself.  If she keeps it up long enough she can
make him climax this way, but many women don't like to have a man cum in
their mouth because of the taste."

"Is that what that white stuff is that comes out when you're done?" Rusty
asked with a quiver in his voice.

Steve couldn't decide if the quiver was from some fear the boy had or from
sexual excitement.  Thinking that the bubbles would hide his actions, Rusty
was beginning to stroke himself underwater.

"Oh Rusty," Steve said, "that's nothing to be afraid of, if that's what
you're concerned about.  In real terms, that white sticky stuff is called
semen.  In slang it's called cum.  That's the fluid your body makes to
carry the sperm from your testicles into the lady's body.  The sperm is
what fertilizes the lady's egg and makes her pregnant.  And when 'you're
done' as you phrased it, that's called a climax, or orgasm.  Again in slang
it's called cuming, when your cum shoots out of your penis.  But it can't
make a person sick if they swallow it.  Some women like the taste and some
don't, and not every man's semen tastes like every other man's. Have you
and Rex been worrying about this for long?"

"No sir," Rusty replied, "but we do play around a lot and make each other
feel good.  We've been playing with each other for a couple of years, but
we only started cuming two or three weeks ago.  He'll be relieved to learn
what cum is, and who knows what we might want to try in the future.  Do
guys ever have oral sex with each other?"

Now this really caught Steve by surprise.  The question immediately brought
back a memory that made his own erection complete.  Glancing into the
water, Rusty saw through the bubbles that his dad had a hardon which was
standing up and swaying in the water.  Rather than turning him off, he felt
a new sense of comradeship with his father. Rusty found his father's
erection something that made him proud, and made him feel closer to his
dad, almost like equals, kindred spirits, as though he were Mr. Brown,
sharing a uniquely private moment with his dad.

Steve answered, "Yes, sometimes, but not very often unless they are
homosexuals."  With that, Steve stood up.  With his erection sticking out
with a slight curve to it, he said, "We'd better stop this before it goes
any further."  With that, he climbed out of the spa, his penis swinging
before him.  As he turned around to help Rusty out with no attempt to hide
his erection, Rusty realized that at least his father wasn't ashamed to
have a hardon in front of him.  He also saw his Dad looking at his own
hardon as he stepped from the spa and wrapped a towel around his waist.

As soon as Nancy had heard her dad yell up the stairs that he and Rusty
were going out to the spa, Nancy had slipped quietly into Rusty's room and
peered out his window which overlooked the spa.  She arrived just as the
spa light went on and watched her brother and father walk naked to the spa.
She thought her brother had the beginnings of an erection, but she couldn't
tell about her dad.  But this wasn't what she was interested in anyway.
Returning to her mother's sewing room, she said, "Mom, can we talk?"

Janet knew from the tone of her voice that Nancy had something serious she
wanted to discuss.  Since sex seemed to be the topic this month, she
decided to continue sewing as a way to hide her reactions to questions
Nancy might ask.

"Sure," Janet said, "what's on your mind?"

"When you were young, did you have a special friend that you spent time
with?"

"Yes," her mother responded, "Patty and I were practically inseparable.
Our birthdays were only weeks apart, even.  We did everything together.
Aunt Tilley (that's how Janet and her daughter referred to menstruation)
visited us about the same time."

"Did you guys ever experiment with each other about sex?  I mean, did you
play with each other?" Nancy asked.

"I presume you're asking these rather personal questions because you and
Brigitte are doing it.  Is that right?"

"Yeah," Nancy said, somewhat surprised at how quickly her mother had caught
on.  Putting her sewing down, Janet turned to her daughter and said,

"Then let's stop beating around the bush.  You've been asking some pretty
serious questions recently and I think you're old enough for some straight
answers.  First of all, as a young person, male or female, enters puberty,
which I know the four of you have, one begins having all sorts of new
feelings, new thoughts, day dreams and what not.  A girl's breasts start to
develop, both boys and girls start to grow pubic hair, and both start to
experience strange new feelings down there.  Boys' penises get stiff from
the day they are born, but at puberty that stiffness takes on new
significance.  New feelings are associated with it.  The penis starts to
become more sensitive.  Girls soon realize they have the equivalent of a
tiny penis at the top of their vaginas, the clitoris, which I'm sure you
are already aware of.  Before long boys start playing with themselves and
with each other.  Girls do the same thing if they have a true best friend.
Patty and I were best friends, just as you and Brigitte are, and yes, we
played with each other quite often.  It felt good, it helped release
tension, and it was something we could share just between the two of us.
We'd masturbate together whenever we could."

Nancy interrupted gently, "Did you ever try oral sex with her?"

"Yes, sweetheart, we engaged in oral sex with each other.  Once we had
started masturbating, one thing led to another and as soon as we learned
what it was, we tried it.  We used oral sex to relieve each other all the
way through high school.  Then we went to the same university and were
roommates there.  For the four years we were in college, we would go down
on each other at least once a week.  If one of us had a particularly hot
date, you know, where we had petted heavily with the guy and came home all
worked up, the other would perform oral sex to help her come down.  It was
a safe way to find sexual release.  Both of us were obviously heterosexual,
so oral sex for us was just a different way to masturbate.  Are you
thinking about trying it with Brigitte?"

Nancy wasn't ready to admit that she and Brigitte had already tried it, and
she sure wasn't going to tell her mom that she and her brother had already
tried it, but she tried to be as open as possible.

"Yeah, I think so.  I told her what you said the other night about oral sex
and why people do it.  She seemed curious about the idea, but we weren't
too sure whether two women could do it with each other."

"Well, from what I've just said I guess you know now the answer to that
question."

The two of them talked for a little while longer about growing up and
sexual experiences and then Janet got up and said she needed to take her
shower.  From the flush in her mother's cheeks, Nancy wondered if there was
more to it than that.  You can do a lot more in the shower than wash Nancy
thought to herself as she and her mom moved to the hallway.  Just as they
stepped into the hall Rusty reached the top of the stairs clad only in a
towel.  Nancy immediately noticed his hardon making the towel stand out and
wondered if her mom did, too.

Rusty had just reached the head of the stairs, his erection making a tent
of the towel wrapped around him when his mom and his sister came out of the
sewing room.  He saw his mom glance down at his towel, and he saw the
briefest of smiles cross her face as she walked passed him and down the
stairs.  Nancy stood at the door to her room and watched as Rusty suddenly
dropped his towel to the floor, showing her the hardon he had brought with
him from the pool.  With a grin and a wave of her hand, his sister beckoned
him to her room.  Grabbing his towel, he walked quickly but quietly to her
end of the hall.  Once in her room with the door closed behind him, Nancy
wrapped her hand around his penis and stroked him a few times.  Then she
let go and stepped back, just looking at his penis.  Her stare thrilled
him, and he realized he wanted her to watch him masturbate.

Quietly, he whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom and take care of this.
Do you want to watch?"

Nancy was surprised that he had asked, but thrilled at the thought of being
able to watch him play with himself without having to peek through a
keyhole.  "Sure," she said, "just let me shuck these clothes."

By the time she had stripped and thrown her clothes towards the closet,
Rusty was sitting on the commode in their bathroom.  Leaning back against
the tank, he was stroking his erection with slow easy strokes.  She placed
herself at his feet, staring directly up past his penis into his face.

"You're going to be sorry you sat there when I cum all over you," Rusty
said hoarsely.

"Is that what dad said it's called?" Nancy said, "Cum?"

Continuing to stroke himself, her brother replied, "yeah.  It's the fluid
that carries the sperm that fertilizes a woman's egg and makes her
pregnant.  That must be what mom meant when she said people sometimes have
oral sex when they can't risk getting the woman pregnant.  Dad said it
can't make you sick, but not everybody's cum tastes the same."

With his left hand, Rusty reached down and began stroking his balls,
twisting them gently between his fingers as he began to pump his right hand
up and down the length of his penis.  Nancy just sat there and watched
speechless.  She had slipped her right hand into her crotch and was slowly
stroking herself, but she didn't want to cum yet.  She wanted Rusty to
watch her just as she was watching him.

"That's OK." she said.  "You can cum all over me, and I'll just wash it off
in the shower."

She sat and watched as Rusty's hand began to stroke his penis faster and
faster.  She thought she could see some of that clear liquid starting to
ooze from the head of his penis when suddenly he sat upright on the
commode, his hand pumping faster and faster.  When he came, he came in
buckets.  Cum shot out of the end of his dick and splashed against Nancy's
breasts.  It dribbled down her chest to her stomach.  Just before it
reached the hair at the top of her crotch, she scooped it up with her
fingers and licked them off with her tongue.  All the time, she watched
Rusty's hand on his penis and the expression on his face.  As his hand
slowed to a stop, she saw the last bit of cum ooze from his penis onto his
fingers.  Then she watched as he licked some of it from his fingers.  All
of this had almost brought her to her own climax, but she had resisted.
Now it was her turn.

With her brother's cum still running slowly off of her breasts, and before
he had made a move to release his penis and clean up, Nancy lay back on the
floor and moved her right hand to her crotch.  Watching her brother's face,
she saw his eyes follow her movements.  As excited as she was already,
having him watch her heightened her excitement even more.  She used her
left hand to rub his slick cum all over her breasts as she ran the fingers
of her right hand over the mound between her legs.  She was too hot to
linger, though, and immediately began rubbing her middle finger against her
clitoris.  Soon she was panting and humping her hips up off of the floor as
her finger slid into her vagina until it rubbed against the hymen.  All too
soon she reached her climax, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she
fingered her clit and watched the look of fascination on Rusty's face.

Hearing the water running, the kids knew their parents were taking their
own shower.  With this knowledge, they stepped into the shower together and
enjoyed each other's hands on private parts as they took turns washing
Rusty's come off of themselves and each other.  No words were spoken as
they were each lost in their own thoughts - Nancy thinking of spending more
time with Brigitte and Rex, Rusty thinking of his talk with his Dad and
what he and Rex might do the next time they were alone together.