Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 01:50:46 -0500
From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com>
Subject: middle schoolers, part 4 (young friends/bisexual)

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In Chapter 3 of "Middle Schoolers" Avery and Claire got very hot and heavy
with each other - and by chance managed to involve Avery's younger brother,
John.


 They could use a breather, so while they recover we'll take a brief
interlude and go with Sander to the beach. We meet lots and lots of cousins
and have lots and lots of fun... (b/b, b/g)


 MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, CHAPTER 4


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 Justin:


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 Sander's family hit the road Friday afternoon after soccer practice and
headed for his uncle Max's beach house on the Cape. Every summer for as
long as Sander could remember, they had attended a family reunion there. It
was a beautiful house right on the water, and as an only child Sander
always enjoyed having so much family around. He got along with all his
cousins fairly well, and his uncle Ralph's 13-year-old daughter Maria was a
particular favorite of his. Almost the same age as Sander (their birthdays
a few weeks apart), she had long dark brown hair, but blue eyes and
delicate features, and was a very committed gymnast with the body to match.
She was assertive and dominating, but cute as hell.


 At the start of the three hour drive, Sander found himself thoroughly
pissed off at Avery. How could be plan to do anything with Claire while he,
Sander, was away? This was their thing, together, dammit. Upon reflexion,
however, Sander realized that he was being unreasonable. First of all, they
couldn't always be doing stuff together as a threesome - that was
unrealistic. Secondly, it wasn't like he had been kicked out of the party -
he was just away for one lousy weekend. Besides, who knew what would happen
on this trip - it might be just as good as anything Avery and Claire were
doing. Sander started thinking about the last time he had seen Maria and as
his dick stirred a bit in his cargo shorts, he realized that he really was
looking forward to seeing her again.


 In the days before the reunion it had become apparent to the hosts -
Sander's uncle and his wife, Heather - that it was going to be unusually
well attended this year, and that there were going to be too many people
for everyone to fit in the house overnight. In addition to all the big kids
in the extended family, Sander's uncle Paul and his wife had brought along
their twin four-year-old girls, Amelia and Sophie, and Sander's aunt
Patricia was coming up from Rhode Island with three-year-old Griffin in
tow. But everyone had agreed that the easiest way to deal with it was to
put up a couple of tents in the back yard for the older kids, while the
adults and the littlest cousins would take the guest rooms.


 Sander patiently did the mandatory round of hello's and listened to the
inevitable, "Oh my, you've gotten so big since I last saw you!" from
various aunts and uncles. Then aunt Heather led him out to the big field
behind the house and showed him the tents that had been set up there. She
explained that he'd be sleeping with the three other boys in the bigger of
the two tents. That was fine by Sander. He wasn't much of a camper or boy
scout, but he'd always enjoyed sleeping in tents.


 Heather left him to his own devices, so Sander headed inside and changed
into his red board shorts. He walked across the patio to the hot tub where
a couple of his cousins were hanging out. He smiled to the two boys and
asked if he could join them. They eagerly invited him in, and Sander
enjoyed the sensation of hot water engulfing his body. He found a spot on
the edge directly across from the two boys, who were sitting quite close
together. The one on the left was Peter, Heather and Max's 15-year-old
adopted son from Kenya. He had the classic African runner's build: tall,
without any visible fat on his body; long graceful limbs, perfect posture,
beautiful dark skin, chiseled features, and a great smile with perfect
white teeth. Next to him sat Asher, who was uncle Richard's 14-year-old
son. He was your average all-American kid, not particularly tall, but with
looks as if he'd just walked off the set of a skateboarding movie. Sander
couldn't figure out what the kid was doing on the East Coast - he had
California written all over him with his shoulder-length dirty blond hair,
a few cute freckles, green eyes, a great tan, and a solid build.


 The two seemed quite preoccupied, and they didn't stay long after Sander
had gotten in. They exhanged a look that Sander couldn't figure out what
meant, and then they climbed out of the hot tub. Sander noticed that they
both appeared to have fairly prominent boners poking at the front of their
shorts. Sander was feeling a little excited himself, but he figured it was
just the pleasure of free-balling in the hot water that was causing
everyone to bone up a little.


 Sander scooted over so the jet of air bubbles shot straight at his junk
and his ass crack, and he allowed himself a couple of minutes of nice,
erotic stimulation. Then he shifted away from the nozzle to allow his
erection to calm down, and got out of the hot tub. He dried himself off
before ditching his towel, intending to let the sun to do the rest. He
swung by the kitchen to grab a snack, then headed down to the beach. His
uncle's house was on one of the few stretches of beach on the East Coast
where you could get half-decent waves. On his way out of the kitchen he ran
into Asher's little sister, Sarah. The 11-year-old girl had light brown
hair worn in a long pony tail. He hadn't seen her since Christmas, and back
then she'd seemed like a little kid. But evidently puberty was working its
magic, because Sander realized that she was now a very cute girl. She had
the same stunning green eyes as her older brother, but plenty more freckles
and great dimples when she laughed.


 "Hey, do you want to come with me to the beach?" Sander asked her. "Sure,"
she said, "Mom wanted me to find Asher; I'm thinking he might be down
there."


 The official route followed a manicured garden path as it meandered
through the back yard and let out on a public access road, but the quickest
way to the beach was straight across the dunes that came up to the back of
the house. The dunes rolled and undulated, forming little hilltops and
valleys, alternately obscuring the view of the ocean and the house in
either direction, then revealing it again. Sander and Sarah strolled
together over the first few dunes, kicking up the fine sand with their bare
feet, and soon the sound of the others at the house was lost behind him.
Ahead of him Sander could hear the waves crashing on the beach. The two
cousins cut past a thicket of small wild shrubs and were about to round the
corner of a particularly tall dune when Sander stopped dead in his tracks
hearing voices up ahead.


 Listening carefully he realized that the voices belonged to Peter and
Asher. But they weren't just talking as they'd been doing it in the hot tub
a little earlier, there was something else going on. Sander heard Peter
croak out, "Awww, yes, that's it; right there." Then he heard Asher say in
a low muffled voice, "You like that, huh? You want me to keep doing that?"


 Sarah had heard them, too, and she crept up next to Sander with a
quizzical look on her face. Together they made their way to the edge of the
dune and carefully peeked around the corner. Thirty feet away, they saw
their cousin Peter half crouching, half standing, his arms resting against
the top of the dune for balance. Between Peter's legs Sarah's older brother
was on his knees, eagerly licking the head of Peter's nice, black teenage
dick. The tip of Asher's pink tongue was darting around, teasing the slit
at the top of Peter's helmet, slurping off beads of pre-cum and making
little side trips around the ridge.


 Peter's eyes were closed, his face turned towards the sky as he groaned
out in obvious pleasure. His checkered board shorts lay bunched up on the
ground in front of him, and next to them were Asher's blue ones. Asher's
right hand was stretched up, his fingers teasing Peter's erect right
nipple, pinching it firmly, twirling it; Asher's other hand had hold of his
own erection, moving up and down the six inches of pale meat in long firm
strokes, teasing the foreskin back and forth across the glans that was
richly coated in pre-cum.


 Sarah was frozen in place, silent and completely in awe at what she was
seeing. She adored her big brother, and secretly thought he was incredibly
sexy, but for quite some time now she'd suspected that he might be into
boys. She'd spent plenty of time trying to get him talking about dating and
flirting and the whole birds and the bees thing to understand that he
certainly had very little interest in girls.


 As she watched Asher pleasure Peter, Sarah felt a tingling sensation
spread across her body starting from deep inside her young pussy. Without
really being aware, her right hand wandered down her body and cupped her
crotch firmly, a bit like a boy might do to adjust himself. The palm
pressed firmly against her sensitive outer pussy lips through the thin
fabric of her bathing suit. Her young body's instinctive reaction was to
slowly grind away against her hand, increasing the pressure on her pussy,
and she soon felt everything get moist and engorged as her breathing grew
ragged and shallow with excitement.


 Asher was now bobbing up and down on Peter's dark pole, making solid
slurping sounds as his lips extended to reach the 15-year-olds tight, curly
bush of pubes, then slowly coming back and almost, but not quite, releasing
the shiny head. Peter placed his hands on the back of Asher's head and
massaged the boy's scalp gently through the mop of sandy hair. He caressed
the tops of Asher's ears as he urged the boy further down onto his cock.
Asher was more than happy to oblige, and with a concerted effort he slid
all the way to the bottom of the pole and stayed there for a few seconds,
wagging his head from side to side. Peter had a good size cock for a boy
his age, and while it did poke the back of Asher's throat a bit when he
took it this deep, it didn't go deep enough to trigger Asher's gag reflex.
With a little work Asher found that he could keep the dick deep in his
mouth, breathe through his nose, and then apply firm suction to Peter's
penis to stimulate it without moving his head at all. The tasty piece of
meat in his mouth was quite firm but did yield ever so slightly as Asher
ran his tongue around it and used the roof of his mouth to rub the top of
Peter's glans.


 It wasn't just Sarah who was getting incredibly turned on by the sight.
Sander was having issues with his board shorts: they were failing miserably
at containing his raging erection. The tip of his dick was poking up over
the waistline. He pressed his hand firmly against the length of his rigid
boy cock and felt faint as a rush of strong sensations rose from his groin.
He rocked his hand up and down a little, allowing his palm to stimulate the
back of his super sensitive cock head. He let out a little groan, which
caused Sarah to glance over at him with a knowing grin on her face. Sander
saw that his cousin was vigorously rubbing her pussy now, and she had her
middle finger forced deep up in the camel toe that was formed by her
bathing suit stretched tight across her cunt.


 Looking back at the two older boys, Sander saw Peter's body twitch and his
eyes open slightly as he let out a slow moan. "Oh, shit, Asher," he said,
"I can't hold it... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot my load!" Asher nodded
slightly to indicate that he'd heard him, but he did not pull his head
back. On the contrary, he continued working Peter's dick, sucking him still
harder, and he curled his tongue around the full length of the boy's cock
as it remained buried deep in his mouth. Peter gasped, went rigid, and
pushed his dick hard against the back of Asher's throat, his pubic bone
mashing against the younger boy's face. The rippling muscles in Peter's
groins worked together to force several solid jets of warm cum up the
length of his black dick and splatter across the back of Asher's mouth.
Asher badly wanted to taste Peter's boy juices properly before he swallowed
them, so as he felt the fresh load start to slide down his throat he pulled
back a little on the final spurt to allow some of it to coat the length of
his tongue.


 As Peter came, Asher increased the speed with which he was wanking
himself. Having the beautiful black boy ejaculate in his mouth had turned
Asher on more than he'd thought possible, and the 14-year-old channeled all
his youthful erotic energy into the fist that was hammering away at his
cock. It only took a few more strokes before Asher reached his own climax,
pulling away from Peter's still solid penis and arching his back, shooting
his load all over Peter's belly. The globs of pearly white stood out
clearly on the smooth dark skin as they slowly oozed down towards Peter's
pubes. Asher collapsed against Peter's chest, still holding his wilting boy
cock in one hand, milking out the last few drops of watery cum with slow,
deliberate strokes. Spent, the two boys sank back on the dune, panting and
smiling broadly to each other.


 Hidden at the far end of the dune, Sander was on the verge of his own
orgasm, his cock throbbing as he stroked it against his body inside his
shorts. He and Sarah still hadn't been noticed by the two randy boys, and
Sander figured this was probably the only chance for the two of them to
back off and get away unseen. He tapped her on the shoulder with his free
hand and motioned back the way they'd come. Sarah 's face was flushed with
excitement and her breathing fast. She needed a moment to get focused on
Sander while her hand slowly ground to a halt between her legs, Then the
hand that had been busy with her pussy reached out, and she gently stroked
Sander's cock through the fabric of his shorts. The feeling of Sarah's warm
hand against his overly excited boy cock was too much. Sander reached down
and held her little hand firmly against his dick, squeezing it against his
body, rolling her hand from side to side across the glans that was fully
exposed, with his foreskin curled pulled back by the extent of his
erection.


 Then Sander came. Hard. Confined as it was, his cock jerked once, twice,
three times, each time squirting the inside of his shorts with a glob of
sticky cum. It soaked through the thin fabric almost instantly, leaving a
large wet spot which stuck to Sarah's hand pressing against the boy's
crotch while the orgasm rolled over him. She watched him in amazement,
loving how vulnerable and cute he looked as the orgasm ravaged his young
body. When he was sufficiently recovered she took his hand in hers and led
him backwards away from the dune slowly and silently. When they were out of
earshot of the two boys, Sarah said, "That was... amazing. All of it. Them.
You. So unbelievably hot. Now, you go down to the beach and clean up; I'm
going to wait a bit, then I'm going to walk over making lots of noise as I
pretend to be looking for Asher. Hopefully they'll have time to get
organized before I walk in on them. Again..."


 Sander looked at his cousin with a smile. She was an incredible girl, and
he so badly wanted to return the favor she'd done him, but this wasn't the
time or the place. "Thanks," he just said, "that was totally amazing. I owe
you." She smiles knowingly. "Yes. You probably do."


 When he got down to the beach, Sander immediately hurled himself into the
water to wash out the large globs of cum from his shorts. As he did, he
noticed that his cousin Maria was paddling out towards the horizon. Sander
grabbed a board and launched himself out on the water. Paddling fast and
furiously he soon found himself past the break zone in calmer waters. He
kept paddling and caught up to Maria. They got to the calm part of the
shallows where they could linger on their boards and wait for the right
wave to come along.


 As far as Sander was concerned, the ocean could hold off with the waves
for as long as it wanted, because this gave him a chance to spend some time
alone with Maria. He'd had a crush on his cousin for as long as he could
remember. They were only a few weeks apart in age, and had always gotten
along well. But things had suddenly gotten a lot more interesting lately.


 Last Christmas all the cousins had been goofing around in the rec room at
his uncle's house in Boston. When everyone else had headed out to go
skating, Sander and Maria had been left alone. They didn't like skating,
and really just wanted to hang out. But Maria had other plans. Always the
dominant one, she had seized the opportunity and dared 12-year-old Sander
to a game of "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." At first, Sander
had been a little intimidated, but curiosity soon got the better of him,
and he'd eagerly agreed. Checking carefully that no-one was around, he'd
unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down around his knees, then tugged his
boxers down to reveal his cute half-erect boy cock to his cousin. She had
examined it very closely, fascinated by how it continued to grow and firm
up as she watched. Sander for his part had been incredibly turned out by
having his beautiful cousin hovering so near to his dick. As far as he was
concerned, she could keep looking at it all day if she wanted to. But she'd
wrapped up the examination without so much as touching him. Then she had
looked up at him with a big smile, and without another word being said had
simply stood up and tugged her sweat pants and panties down to her knees.


 Sander was taken by surprise, not knowing if he should put his dick away
before he went to examine his prize, or just go for it. In the end, he'd
tucked his throbbing erection awkwardly back into his boxers, then knelt
down in front of Maria's snatch. It was incredibly beautiful, thought
Sander. Completely smooth; just the thin, dark line between her slightly
puffy outer lips, curling away between her thighs. Maria had reached a hand
down and expertly placed a couple of fingers on either side of her pussy
and gently tugged upwards, spreading apart the outer lips a little to
reveal the complicated interior of her sex. Sander marveled at it all;
there seemed to be endless folds, all glistening with moisture, with lots
of layers and openings inbetween. There was also a definite scent of
something musky and intensely erotic; it triggered all sorts of
prime-ordeal instincts in the boy, turning him on like he'd never been
turned on before, and Sander found himself breathing deeply through his
nose to savor it all.


 But suddenly Maria had decided that enough was enough, and she'd released
her hand, reached down to pull up her panties and sweat pants, and that has
been the end of show-and-tell. Before Maria headed for the kitchen to get a
snack, she'd made them go through the age-old ritual of promising not to
tell anyone what they'd done, all the while exchanging conspiratorial looks
of accomplishment and amazement. It had been the highlight of Sander's
Christmas by far, and he'd headed straight to the bathroom to masturbate,
bringing himself to one of the most intense orgasms of his life.


 And now, here they were again, alone on the ocean. Sander paddled close to
Maria's board, admiring her curves as the girl lay with her arms and legs
splayed over the sides, gently swishing the water. He thought about her
perky tits being pressed firmly against the surf board, and imagined her
nearly hairless pussy in the tight one piece bathing suit grinding against
the board as the waves rocked it. He caught her eye and smiled, and felt a
rush of warmth and excitement course through his body when she smiled back.
Then she stuck her tongue out at Sander and splashed him in the face with a
quick move of her hand. He splashed her back with a giggle, taking the
bait, and emboldened by the spark he'd felt between them.


 The cousins fought amicably for a few minutes, but then they both felt the
swell change subtly beneath their boards, and looking back they could see
an awesome wave taking shape. They dropped to their boards and started
paddling to stay on top of the swell as it gained momentum and slowly
formed a crest beneath them. They needed to get in front of the swell if
they were to have any chance of riding the wave it would soon become, and
it was touch and go for a few frantic seconds of all-out paddling. But at
long last they felt the force of the water behind them; it pushed them
forwards, and they both got to their feet and found their balance as the
wave grew in size and took shape.


 It was a great ride; the wave carried them almost all the way to the
shore, giving them plenty of time to play with it along the way. Suddenly,
however, the wave broke as it hit the shallows, and the change in momentum
threw them both off balance. Sander managed to catch himself and control
the crash, gliding awkwardly to a skidding halt on the beach, but Maria was
not so fortunate. The wave ripped her board away from under her feet, and
out of the corner of his eye Sander saw his cousin throw her arms up in
despair as she crashed backwards into the foaming body of churning water.
Sander quickly undid the velcro strap from his ankle and ran over to where
Maria had disappeared. He saw her board bobbing on top of the receding
water, and tracing the leash he soon reached Maria who emerged just as the
wave pulled back out to sea. The 13-year-old girl was sitting on her knees
and elbows, slightly dazed and coughing; her dark hair full of seaweed and
largely covering her eyes.


 Sander yelled, "Maria, are you okay?" and reached out a hand to help his
cousin up. She coughed again, and tried to brush the hair and seaweed out
of her face with one hand, but that just caused her to lose her balance
again and she collapsed onto the beach. As the next wave came crashing in,
Maria's body was pushed a few feet inland in a tumble of arms and legs. She
clawed at the sand to get some purchase. Sander ran up to her, squared his
hips against the current, then grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pulled
her up to a sitting position. She reached up and took Sander's hand, but as
she tried to get up onto her feet she lost her balance again, and her other
hand shot out to find support. It came to rest on Sander's crotch, with her
fingertips wedged in the elastic of Sander's board shorts and the palm of
her hand pushed against his soft boy cock. She regained her balance and
looked up at Sander, fixing his gaze with her beautiful blue eyes, her hand
not moving an inch. It lingered there for a second longer, being nudged
gently by the rapidly growing erection in the boys' wet shorts. Maria gave
him a little squeeze, feeling the warmth that was emanating from inside the
shorts, and then broke into a big smile. "Thanks for saving me," she said.
"Maybe I can return the favor later." They grabbed their boards and hurried
up the beach for another run at the waves.


 The day seemed to last forever, and everyone had a great time. After the
barbeque on the deck people hung out and chatted and played games. The
three littlest cousins were hustled off to bed when they started getting
whiny and overtired. Then the grown-ups started drinking more seriously,
there were some poker games getting underway, and the atmosphere grew
rowdier. So the parents of the bigger kids started making "go to bed"
noises shortly before midnight. Over their protests, the six older cousins
were marched off to the bathrooms to brush teeth. When they came back out,
Sarah and Maria were reminded that they had dibs on the smaller of the two
tents, while Peter, Asher, Sander and their youngest cousin, Justin, were
told to make themselves at home in the bigger tent. The kids said goodnight
to everyone and headed down to the field with the tents.


 The girls' tent was a traditional two person affair, but the boys' tent
was a huge thing with a canopy and all sorts of bells and whistles. There
was plenty of space to spread out, but the boys ended up clustered together
in the middle around a lantern. They each had a sleeping bag and a pillow,
and there were a couple of extra blankets floating around in case anybody
felt cold. Sander couldn't help but notice that Peter and Asher set up shop
right next to each other.


 After a bit of idle chatter about nothing in particular the boys decided
to play a game of truth or dare. The first few rounds were fairly benign,
nothing too challenging or revealing, but there was a bit of sexual tension
building in the air as things got more juicy. Sander wasn't sure how that
would work with a nine-year-old in the crowd, but Justin seemed to be cool
with it so far. He was uncle Paul's oldest son, but the youngest of the
"older" cousins. He had jet black hair, a perfect little nose, and deep set
eyes. He was a competitive swimmer and with his baby fat long gone he was
rapidly developing the swimmer's lean body. Once puberty got a firm hold of
him he'd be quite the hunk. As they prepared for the next round, the boys
heard a whisper outside the tent. "Hey! Guys! Are you still up?" It was
Sarah.


 "Of course we are," Asher answered his sister, and a second later the
zipper was pulled, the tent flap pushed aside and Maria and Sarah both
poked their heads in. "We heard you guys playing," Maria explained, "and we
thought this might make things a little more fun." She crawled across the
threshold to the tent and raised her hand to show what she'd brought along.
It was an old-fashioned chubby root beer bottle. "We can all play 'spin the
bottle'," she declared.


 This made everything a lot more interesting. They had to explain the
change in rules to Justin: a player would spin the bottle, and whoever it
pointed towards would be asked to pick a truth or a dare by the person who
spun it. Then the turn would be passed on to the person who'd just been
challenged. Since he was the youngest, Justin was allowed to go first.
Sitting cross-legged on top of his sleeping bag in his white
fruit-of-the-looms and a t-shirt Justin spun the bottle. It pointed at
Sander when it came to a stop.


 "I dare you to give Sarah a French kiss," said Justin with an impish grin.
Sander was pretty sure that the nine-year-old was really just living out
his own secret crush on Sarah with this one, but it was a decent enough
dare, and Sander had no problem kissing his cute cousin, especially after
their adventure in the dunes earlier in the day.


 So he scooted over to where Sarah was sitting, looked deep into her
stunning green eyes and then leaned over and gave her a long, sloppy kiss
with plenty of tongue. For an 11-year-old she was pretty amazing. She knew
exactly what to do with her own tongue, she knew to open up her mouth a
little and let Sander in, and she was more than game when Sander started to
flick the tip of his tongue against hers. At long last Sander pulled back,
his face smeared with Sarah's saliva, a dazed look in his eyes. Sarah
slowly licked her lips and smiled. She'd clearly enjoyed it as much as he
did. Justin, meanwhile, was completely mesmerized.


 It was Sander's turn now, and he spun the bottle. It came to rest pointing
at Justin. "Well, well," he said. This could get interesting. "Truth," said
Sander. "Okay," responded Justin sheepishly. Sander asked him, "What would
you like to do with Sarah if the two of you were all alone in the other
tent?" Justin looked up at Sander in shock, his mouth open. "Dude, no
way... I can't... that's..." Sander looked at his cousin with a smile.
"Hey, don't sweat it. Just tell us. I bet Sarah would love to hear." He
looked over at his cousin, and saw Sarah smile expectantly at Justin with
something that looked like lust in her eyes.


 Justin thought about it for a moment, then looked back at Sarah and made
up his mind. "Well," he said, slowly getting warmed up, "First, I'd get her
all undressed; then I'd give her a back rub, touch her body, feel how nice
she'd feel, kiss her all over. Then I'd ask her to undress me and touch me,
and..." The young boy ran out of courage, blushing as he came to a
stuttering halt, his fantasy left woefully incomplete. There was an obvious
tent in his briefs, a small patch of wetness from pre-cum where the tip of
his hard dick was pressed against his thigh. He fidgeted with his hands a
little, once again catching Sarah's gaze. To his surprise he saw that she
didn't appear upset or even embarrassed, but actually looked flushed and
excited. She reached out and lay a hand on her younger cousin's leg and
said, "Justin, don't worry, sweetie, I'd like that, too." Her hand on his
sensitive inner thigh sent new incredible feelings through his body, and
Justin struggled to appreciate the implications of what his cousin had just
said.


 Now it was his turn to spin the bottle again, and when Justin did so it
ended up pointing at Sarah. Justin looked longingly at his 11-year-old
cousin, trying to decide what to do. He wanted her so badly, but he also
didn't want to embarrass her - or himself - in front of all his other
cousins. Truth or dare? He decided to go for the dare.


 "Sarah," he said, "will you show me how to get you off?" Sarah looked up
at him and smiled. "Of course, silly boy, I'd love to." She reached out and
grabbed his hand, pulling the young boy over to her spot on the blanket.
She had him sit opposite her, and started things off by pulling her t-shirt
over her head. At eleven she didn't really need a bra, but her perky little
tits were nicely developed. She grabbed one of Justin's hands and brought
it up to rest on one of the her breasts. She told him, "squeeze gently,
then play with the nipple a little to get it hard."


 Justin gladly did as he was told, and found that he loved the feel of the
firm but pliable breast in his hand, and he particularly liked the way the
nipples got erect when he touched them. "Just brush across them like you're
not really trying to touch them at all," she encouraged him. He eased off
his touch, and it elicited moans of delight from Sarah. "Okay," she said,
"Now try to do the same thing with your mouth and your sexy tongue. Suck on
my boobs, lick the nips, will you do that for me?" Justin, ever eager to
please, bent forward and with his hands on Sarah's shoulders proceeded to
experiment with running his tongue across her beautiful breasts. The
nipples got still more erect and he found that his tongue could gently
caress their ridges, clearly giving Sarah a lot of pleasure.


 "Yeah," she purred, "you're doing great. Now, help me here..." she lifted
her butt of the blanket, and Justin instinctively knew what he needed to
do. He reached down and hooked a finger under the waist on either side of
her panties and slid them down all the way past her knees. Sarah pulled one
foot through the leg of the panties and spread her legs wide, letting her
knees drop towards the ground. "It's all yours, Justin," she said, "and
here's what I would really like you to do. Lick your way down there, touch
my thighs, explore a little and see what you find. Then we'll just take it
from there, okay?"


 She leaned back on the blanket, and spread her legs wide enough for Justin
to fit between them. He knelt down but then stretched up to work on her
nipples with his tongue again. Then he slowly started making his way down
Sarah's flawless stomach. He licked around her belly button, stroked her
hips and let one hand shift down to her inner thigh. As he caressed her he
licked his way down to the tip of her pubic bone. Sarah had the tiniest bit
of sparse dark brown hair growing there. It was feathery and Justin brushed
at it with his nose, letting his tongue drag across the soft skin beneath
it, appreciating the shape of her pussy mound as he roamed across it.


 Justin's hand shifted up her leg and came to rest on Sarah's inner thigh
very close to her groin. He allowed the fingers to brush across the side of
her pussy, caressing her slit, then moving back out to the thigh. His
tongue moved down from Sarah's pubic bone, exploring the crack between her
outer lips, the tip of his tongue flicking across the still tightly closed
pussy, gently prying apart the outer lips, coating them with spit and
giving Sarah plenty of reason to moan as loudly as she did. "That's nice,"
she sighed. "Give me your finger..." she reached down and grabbed Justin's
hand, brought it up to her mouth and sucked his middle finger between her
lips, rolling her tongue around it, coating it with spit. Then she pulled
the finger back out and said to him, "Okay, use that now."


 Justin let the moist finger drag down along Sarah's pussy, spreading the
lips further, finding the inner lips and the opening to the girl's vagina.
He turned the hand around so the palm was facing up, then gently allowed
his fingertip to poke at Sarah's virgin hole. She reached down and used a
hand to spread her pussy lips as far apart as she could, giving Justin
better access. Now he could see what he was doing, and he had no trouble
getting his finger in the right place. He stroked Sarah's inner labia very
gently, noticing the small bump near the top, and found that it caused
Sarah to shudder whenever his fingertip brushed against it. Then he moved
his finger down to the small opening between her inner lips and pushed in.
His finger slid effortlessly into the girl's pussy, and he held it there
for a moment, savoring the feeling of the tight grip of Sarah's strong cunt
muscles around the intruder. "Oh, yeah," she said, "Now lick me, please!"
Leaving his finger in place, Justin leaned down and let the tip of his pink
tongue play over Sarah's sex. First, he licked the edges of her outer
labia, then worked his way to her clit. Sarah shuddered, "Too much... go
around it," she said.


 Justin backed off a little and changed tactics. He let his tongue flick
across the sides of Sarah's little button, not hitting it directly. Just as
he had with her nipples, Justin found that the lighter the touch, the
stronger the reaction from Sarah - less, apparently, was more. As his
tongue found its own rhythm, he started moving his middle finger in and out
of the girl. She was sopping wet now, both from her own copious juices and
from Justin's spit running down across her pussy. Sarah had opened up quite
a bit thanks to all of Justin's work, but she was still wonderfully tight;
there was no real resistance, just the feeling of easing in and out of a
warm, moist cave. Justin let his index finger join his middle finger, and
Sarah wiggled and pushed back against the two fingers as they made their
way into her vagina.


 Justin was almost in a trance, his tongue and fingers working of their own
volition, responding to Sarah's movements, trying to predict what would
give her the most pleasure next. When he stopped for a moment to catch his
breath, Sarah immediately groaned, "No, please don't stop... I'm so close,
keep going!" He went back to work, and within seconds he could feel Sarah
grinding harder, more urgently, bucking her hips against his face and his
finger, trying to draw out the inevitable, but powerless to do anything to
stop it. She came with a small shriek that turned into a whimper and then
just her rapid breathing by Justin's side as she grabbed hold of his hand
and used it to trigger a few little secondary jolts of her climax. Justin
was in awe. Had he really done all of that?


 Once she'd recovered, Sarah gave Justin a long hug and a big kiss. Then
she raised herself slowly on to her elbows and shook her head to focus. She
sat up, grabbed a hold of the bottle on the ground and gave it a twirl. It
came to rest pointing at her brother. "Well, will you look at that," Sarah
exclaimed and looked up at her big brother. Asher grimaced. He had a
feeling he knew what was coming now. Secretly, though, he wanted it.
"Dare," he said expectantly.


 Still flush with color from her recent climax, his little sister locked
eyes with him, blew him a kiss, then said, "Asher, I want you to let Peter
fuck you up the ass. I know you want it." The tent went silent. That was
one hell of a dare. "Wait... whoa, just wait a second, okay?" said Asher
and got up. Everyone looked at him. Sander couldn't help but admire the
boy's smooth belly with the definite six pack.


 Asher scooted over to the opening, slid out of the tent, and disappeared.
Nobody was quite sure if he was bailing out on them because of the
monumental dare, but the sexual excitement in the air was still palpable
and nobody was going to jinx it by saying anything out loud. So they
waited. A minute later, Asher crawled back into the tent with a small bag
of stuff. The first thing he pulled out was a condom in a shiny square
wrapper. Sander had seen one like it before when they taught sex ed at
school, but he'd never actually touched one or tried to put one on.


 "My Dad bought these a while ago," explained Asher. "He told me that if I
ever needed one I should just feel free to grab one. Well, it looks like I
need one now, although this probably wasn't quite what he had in mind."


 Jeremy handed the condom to Peter, who took it with a big grin on his
face. Then Asher pulled out a little clear tub with a blue lid and put it
on the ground next to his sleeping bag. "Lube," he said in the way of
explanation. "If we're going to do this I want to enjoy it."


 "Well...?" said Sarah expectantly looking from Peter to Asher. The two
boys looked at each other, and something clicked. They seemed to forget
everything around them, and what followed had nothing to do with the game
or with Asher's sister's dare, it was all about them doing what they deep
down wanted to do.


 Asher leaned back on his sleeping bag and let his dirty blond hair fall
across his pillow. His tanned arms stretched up above his head, his almost
hairless pits showing, above the outline of his ribs. Peter made his way
over next to him and lay down on one of the spare blankets. He let one hand
brush down Asher's chest in a sweeping motion that ended by his belly
button, then leaned over and kissed Asher's neck. Asher reached down and
caressed Peter's short, wiry afro, massaging his fingers down Peter's neck
and pulled his head closer. Peter moved down and kissed Asher's nipple,
first licking it, then gently taking it between his teeth and holding it
for a second. Asher moaned out loud.


 Peter had been wearing just his boxers when they had started playing
earlier that evening. As he rolled over onto his back and raised his hips,
the sizable pole poking the front of his Jockey's made it clear to everyone
in the tent what Asher was in for. Peter pulled his boxers down, his
erection slapping against his belly as it was released. His almost fully
developed seven inch dick was even darker than the rest of him, and it
looked impressive in the light of the lantern. Peter was uncut like the
other three boys in the tent, but his solid erection had forced most of his
crimson dickhead out of his foreskin, and there was a thin layer of pre-cum
glistening on the tip of it. Peter tossed his boxers aside, then roller
back towards Asher.


 Asher reached down a hand and gripped Peter's dick, squeezing it a little,
sizing it up, slowly moving the foreskin up and down a few times. It was a
good fit, thought Asher; thick, but not so thick as to give him second
thoughts. He licked his palm a few times, then brought it back down to
Peter's glans and swirled it around a couple of times. Peter drew in his
breath and held it for a second, then let it out with a slow hiss of
pent-up excitement.


 Peter was in no particular rush, but he was incredibly horny and he craved
to at long last do things with Asher that the two of them had up until now
only talked about as nothing more than boyhood fantasies. What Sander and
Sarah had seen them doing in the dunes was about as far as they'd gone, but
they both knew they wanted to do more, they just hadn't had the opportunity
or the courage to do anything about it. Thanks to Asher's naughty sister,
it was now being forced on them. Except, of course, nobody was forcing
anybody to do anything they hadn't dreamed about doing.


 Peter's hand moved down Asher's belly again, but this time it went past
his belly button and kept going, slowly and surely gliding across the front
of Asher's boxer shorts, pressing against the erection that the boy had
trapped behind the thin layer of cotton. Peter let the hand come to a stop
and turned it so he could press all of Asher's boyhood up against the
teen's hot body and gently rub his dick from side to side. Then he moved up
and let the fingertips slip under the elastic waste of Asher's boxers. The
first thing that met him was the slick, engorged head of Asher's penis.
Peter let his fingers engulf the stiff cock, and they made their way down
along the sides of it until his palm came to rest again the tip of Asher's
penis. Peter's fingertips were stroking the skin at the base of the slender
shaft. Asher groaned and squirmed on his sleeping bag, trying to maximize
the contact between Peter's hand and his own dick.


 Peter sat up without removing his hand from Asher's shorts, and brought
the other hand over to grab the edge of the boy's boxers and peel them off.
Asher helped by raising himself up on his elbows, lifting his butt from the
ground. A moment later Peter had the boxers bunched up around Asher's
ankles.


 Asher let himself sink back again and let his knees fall to either side,
giving Peter full access to his treasure. Peter let his hand explore all
over the boy's inner thighs, back up his shaft, around his tender balls in
their little sack of smooth, delicate skin. He bent down and ran his tongue
across Asher's ballsack and down between the boy's legs, straight across
his quivering boyhole. He dribbled a generous amount of spit on the tiny
clenched opening, and then raised himself up again. Peter put his hand at
the base of Asher's dick, running it along his perineum, his dark fingers
stretching back to the boys' puckered asshole. He licked his fingers and
returned his fingertips to roam freely around the little starfish, lightly
brushing the edges, running clockwise and counter-clockwise circles ever
more firmly, prying the spit-drenched sphincter open a little and
eventually letting his middle finger slip in up to the first knuckle. It
was barely an inch, but that initial penetration was electrifying for both
boys. For Asher it felt as if his butt was on fire; not in pain, but with a
passion and a desire to open and take in more. Peter was marveling at the
strength of Asher's sphincter - the muscles of the young boys' ass were
gripping his fingertip strongly, quivering a little, letting him feel every
ridge and ripple along its edges.


 Reluctantly, Peter pulled his finger back out again and ran his hand back
up across Asher's dick, then reached over for the tub of Vaseline. He pried
off the lid, then plunged the three middle fingers of his right hand into
the gooey stuff and coated them generously. Then he brought the hand back
down to Asher's butt, smearing the excess Vaseline around his boyhole.
Peter's middle finger returned to where it had just been lodged a minute
earlier, but now, with the aid of the lubricant, it slid effortless in well
past the second knuckle, and Asher didn't so much as flinch. Peter held the
finger still for a moment to allow Asher get used to its presence, then
wiggled it from side to side to begin the process of opening the boy up.
With his left hand, Peter pushed Asher's knee up and back, exposing more of
Asher's smooth ass and providing him with better access.


 Peter leaned over Asher and pulled his middle finger out of the boy. Then
he added a second, slick finger and slid them both back into his cousin
side by side. The two fingers met little resistance. Asher was moaning
continuously now; a low, sensuous groan, and he relaxed his sphincter
completely, leaving him as open and accessible as any 16-year-old virgin
boy could be. Peter started finger fucking Asher's butt vigorously with the
two fingers, all the while spreading more Vaseline around the inside of
Asher's anal canal, getting him ready for what was about to happen next.


 While Peter was working determinedly on getting Asher's butt lubed and
loosened up, Asher had been stroking Peter's hard-on gently. But he now
released his grip on Peter's black rod and placed both arms alongside
himself, surrendering completely to his cousin, confidently resting his
body on the blanket beneath him. Peter withdrew his fingers from Asher's
ass, tugged his foreskin back as far as it could go and then carefully used
his teeth to tear apart the package with the condom. The latex gleaned dull
in the light from the lantern as Peter placed the condom at the top of his
glans and rolled it down the length of his stiff member. He made sure the
rubber was on properly, then leaned in, and put the sensitive tip of his
penis directly up against Asher's contracting boyhole. Peter looked at the
boy and smiled that great smile with his beautiful white, perfect teeth.
Then he eased his hips forward and carefully slid his glans into Asher.


 The lube worked as intended. While Asher's anal muscles clenched tightly
around the intruding pole, there was no real resistance, and no force was
required for Peter to penetrate the boy that lay prostrate beneath him. The
black teenager simply applied gently, firm pressure and his glans slipped
inside with a small 'plop' when Asher's sphincter closed down tightly
behind it. Peter stopped and waited a few breaths, enjoying the incredible
sensation of being inside Asher while allowing Asher to get used to the
feeling of having a sizable dick in him.


 Asher was too turned on to speak, so he just nodded slightly to let Peter
know that he was ready for more. Peter took the hint, and proceeded to push
a little more of his dick into his cousin. He looked down and watched in
amazement as first one, then two, three, four then five whole inches of his
rigid penis slid into the boy, spreading his hole wider. The condom that
was coated with Vaseline and Asher's boy juices made Peter's black penis
appear almost pale.


 Peter had to focus hard to prevent himself from cumming on the spot - the
feeling of Asher's virgin ass gripping him like a glove and the sight of
himself penetrating the boy was such an incredible turn-on. He took a deep
breath, looked up at Asher, grabbed a hold of both the boy's spread legs,
and pushed them back to raise his boyhole up and give Peter room to shove
the last couple of inches of his shaft into Asher. A second later, Peter
felt his own pubes meet Asher's crotch, and Asher let out a long, relieved
sigh. "You're in me all the way, aren't you?" he asked weakly.


 "Yep," said Peter. "All of me. You've taken all of me. You're amazing."


 "You, too," said Asher. "Now, please, fuck me..."


 Peter drew back his hips, pulling his dick out of Asher's ass with an
incredible feeling of smooth resistance that stimulated every nerve in
Peter's dick and made his entire body tingle. He stopped short with his
glans still nestled inside the boy's anal cavity, then pushed back with a
little more force than before, confident that Asher could take him, knowing
that Asher wanted it. Asher grunted and bucked his hips against Peter to
maximize the thrust, and grinding his ass a little to feel Peter's dick rub
across his prostate. The boy's body shuddered and his abs tightened as the
sudden stimulation struck his already hyper-excited body.


 Peter got a good rhythm going, pulling out quite slowly, then pushing back
into Asher, more firmly and assertively with each thrust, his black nutsack
bouncing against Asher's butt, his lean body squeezing Asher's wilting
erection against the boy's tanned belly. Peter increased the speed of his
thrusts, holding firmly on to Asher's spread legs, ramming himself deep
into the boy. He suddenly felt his climax surge up, seemingly from the
point where he and Asher were joined, and then Peter was pushed firmly over
the top. With one last solid thrust Peter buried his raging cock to the
hilt in Asher and held it there as a massive orgasm washed over him,
rippling through his groin and forcing jets of sperm into the tip of the
condom lodged deep inside Asher.


 Peter collapsed onto Asher's chest, his dick slowly shriveling. With two
fingers he grabbed the base of his cock and took firm hold of the condom,
then pulled himself out of Asher's ass with a loud sucking sound. Peter
carefully peeled the rubber off his dick, trapping the glob of cum in the
tip, and tied a knot on the end.


 As Peter lay there recovering he moved one hand up between himself and
Asher and located his cousin's soft cock. Peter started to play with the
head, rolling his fingers around the base of the helmet, gently stroking
the top of the shaft. Asher's erection soon recovered, and Peter scooted
back onto his elbows and bent down, placed his mouth at the tip of Asher's
cock and let the tip of his tongue play over the glans. Asher responded by
placing both hands on top of Peter's head, making it clear what he wanted
the beautiful boy to do. Peter was more than happy to oblige, so he spread
his lips and let Asher slip inside. He slurped his way all the way down
Asher's shaft, until Asher's whispy pubes were pushing against Peter's
nose. Then Peter just allowed Asher to do the work. He held the younger
boy's dick firmly between his lips, covering up his teeth, and allowed him
to fuck Peter's mouth with deep, long strokes. Asher bucked his hips and
flexed his strong butt muscles on every push, thrusting deep into Peter's
face.


 With all the pent-up stimulation from Peter's efforts earlier still in his
system it didn't take long for Asher to reach the point of no return. He
maintained his pace, but fucked deeper into Peter's mouth, trying to get
the most out of every stroke. Peter brought a hand up and grasped the root
of Asher's penis, in part to prevent him from going in too deep and causing
Peter to gag, in part to increase the stimulation on the young boy's dick
as he got closer to his orgasm.


 Sucking strongly on Asher's glans while stroking the shaft did the job:
Asher clenched his teeth and let out a long moan. Peter wanted to watch his
cousin cum, so he pulled his head back off of Peter's dick and held the tip
a few inches from his open mouth, his tongue out near the slit of the
quivering cock. As Asher let out another groan, he delivered three massive
blasts of cum straight at Peter's face. Peter lapped up as much of the cum
as he could, bit did not let go of Asher's dick until the exhausted boy
sank back on his sleeping bag.


 The other kids had watching in awe as Peter and Asher worshiped each
others bodies and drove each other to levels of erotic passion that none of
them had even imagined possible. Sander saw that Justin had a solid
erection poking out between his legs, and the nine-year-old's hand spent a
lot of time squeezing it and massaging it, stopping just short of outright
masturbating himself. Sander was in a similar state; halfway through Peter
and Asher's epic performance he'd slipped his penis out through the fly of
his boxers and started slowly rub the head while taking in the show.


 "Is the game still on?" asked Sarah when Peter and Asher were fully
recovered and lying close together on Asher's sleeping bag. Nobody
answered, but no attempts were made to spin the bottle, and the tent fell
quiet. So Sarah snuggled up with her younger cousin under his unzipped
sleeping bag. He had been naked and hard ever since he ate her out, so
Sarah simply reached over and wrapped her hand around his cute little
erection. She let a couple of fingers caress the boys' dickhead, but
realized that he had rubbed off all the pre-cum while watching the older
cousins and was in need of some lubrication. So she reached over and
grabbed the open jar of Vaseline that was sitting next to Asher and Peter's
little lovenest. With a swirl of her index finger she drew up a generous
glob and brought it down to Jared's dick. She smeared it around his head
and ran it down his three-and-a-half inch shaft, then started jerking him
off in earnest.


 Justin wimpered and rolled over on his back, planting his feet on the
ground so he could thrust back at Sarah's hand with his hips. She pushed
the sleeping bag aside so she could get a better angle, and the two young
cousins were thus completely exposed as they went at it with increasing
fervor and determination. Justin's head rolled slowly from side to side as
his nine year old body was wracked with feelings it had never before
experienced; Sarah remembered how Justin had made her feel earlier that
evening and channeled the memory into her efforts to bring her cousin off.


 When Sarah switched hands to mix things up a bit and started massaging the
back of Justin's penis all the way from the back of his little purple
helmet to the root above his little marbles, Justin yelped and stiffened,
and his little boy dick twitched in Sarah's hand. He was still a bit too
young to shoot, but the boy's dry cum was all the more powerful. Sarah held
his greased-up and hot little penis tight in her hand until Justin's orgasm
subsided. As he rolled over on his side to recover, Sarah curled up next to
him with his now flaccid penis pressed against her lower back, and they
both fell asleep almost instantly.


 Maria meanwhile had crawled under Sander's sleeping bag with him and
scooted up behind her cousin so their bodies were pressed closely together.
Sander could feel Maria's pussy mound pressing against his butt cheeks
through a couple of layers of thin cotton, and he pushed back a little to
maximize the contact. Maria leaned over and whispered in Sander's ear, "Get
them off. Now." Sander eagerly obliged his cousin's request, lifting his
hips deftly off the ground and tugging his boxers down as far as they would
go. He took hold of the edge of Maria's panties and started tugging them
down as well, and she helped him get them all the way down and off her
legs. She hooked a leg across Sander's naked body, and he could feel her
warm, moist slit against his thigh as her knee rubbed against his cock.


 Maria kissed Sander's neck and made her way down to his chest where she
let her pointy little tongue play with his nipple for a second. Then she
spun herself around under the covers, bringing one leg across Sander's
chest and letting her long dark hair spread across his groin. Sander was
now staring straight up at Maria's tight little hairless box and her
puckered asshole. He shifted around to get himself comfortable, then
reached up with his hands and pulled her hips back and down to get her slit
opened up and positioned so he could reach it with his tongue. He used his
hands to spread her inner thighs a little and carefully placed the tip of
his tongue on the inside of her slit and let is slide back and forth a few
times. A muffled moan came from the other end of the sleeping bag, and she
relaxed her legs a little causing them to spread even further apart.


 Sander drew on everything he remembered from watching Claire and Avery,
and proceeded to lick Maria's pussy thoroughly from end to end, paying
particular attention to her clit and even swishing his tongue back now and
then to gently rim her asshole. Maria was writhing with pleasure, grinding
back at his face, coating him with her juices and moaning almost
continuously.


 While he was eating her out, Maria was getting busy between Sander's legs.
She took hold of his rock hard penis with one hand, and kissed the exposed
tip with puckered lips. Then she eased back Sander's foreskin to expose the
glans completely and sucked the head in between her lips. She applied more
suction as she moved down the length of Sander's dick, stopping only
briefly to adjust her angle of attack and allowing Sander's cock to push
deep into her oral cavity without obstruction.


 Eventually Maria pulled her head back from Sander's cock and she pushed
herself up on one arm while using the other hand to give his cock some
solid strokes. She watched with fascination as a steady stream of pre-cum
oozed out of the boy's engorged head. Maria stuck out her tongue and licked
the clear, sweet drops off and swirled them around in her mouth. Then she
dove back down on him and licked the back of his cock all the way to his
balls.


 Sander brought a hand up and plunged a finger into Maria's pussy, then
hooked the finger under and used it to explore the inside of her tight
opening. He could feel the muscles of her vagina clench and relax around
him, but her juices were flowing freely and it was easy for Sander to add
another finger and further increase the stimulation. He shifted his focus
to the top of her slit, right behind her clit, and as his fingers
stimulated the little button from behind, his tongue flicked lightly across
the bottom and sides of the sensitive nub. Maria's breathing became a
series of halting inhalations as she gasped her way to a climax. She
squeezed her thighs tightly around Sander's head, clamping him like a vice,
and she stopped sucking on his cock while she enjoyed the rush of her
climax. As she came, she gently bucked her hips back and forth- an
instinctive fucking motion, that provided a bit of additional stimulation
from Sander's fingers and his tongue that lay motionless across her clit.


 As she recovered from her orgasm she resumed her suction on Sander's dick
with renewed vigor. Then Maria reached down and cupped her hand around her
cousin's balls, tugging gently at them, rolling the little nuggets around.
Sander could feel a tingling sensation in his balls, and he knew he was
getting close to an orgasm. Maria moved her hand down further and pressed a
finger gently against Sander's boyhole. That took him completely by
surprise, and it pushed him over the edge. The boy's sphincter tightened
around the tip of Maria's finger as he sprayed his watery cum all over her
belly. She left her finger in place until Sander's body relaxed again, then
she pulled it out and spun herself back around and lay motionless next to
him, watching the boy's breathing slow and his heart rate come back down to
normal. She used his boxers to wipe the cum off herself and then pulled her
cousin into a tight hug and kissed him on the neck. "Thank you," she said,
"that was amazing." "Definitely," said Sander, and he felt himself drift
off to sleep.


 The following morning everyone slept in. Thankfully, the parents were too
busy nursing their hangovers and dealing with the little cousins to check
in on the big kids, otherwise they might have noticed that not only had the
girls switched to the other tent, but that they had both gotten into bed
with their cousins, and they'd most likely have picked up on the distinct
scent of cum and hormones that lingered in the tent and would have found
several of the kids sticky with dried juices. And that condom would have
been hard to explain...


 When the kids at long last did get up, they laughed as they revisited
everything that had gone on the night before. They pulled on their boxers
and panties, and the kids made their way down to the ocean to try to wash
off the worst of the damage from the previous night. They all seemed at
ease about the things that had gone in the tent, and since they now knew
all about their respective relationships they could relax and just be
themselves. Justin and Sarah walked close together with their arms wrapped
around each other; Maria and Sander did the same, but kept stopping in
their tracks to share a passionate kiss and stroke each other's bodies.
Sander loved the feeling of Maria's body against his own, and he could have
spent the rest of the day just taking in her softness and the beautiful
smell of her hair. She promised him that she would try to come up and visit
him before school started in the fall.


 When they got to the water Peter and Asher swam out past the breakers side
by side, then chased each other back onto shore and down the beach. The two
teenage boys shared a couple of friendly butt grabs at the water's edge,
and Asher then managed a solid tug at Peter's boxers. They ended up halfway
down Peter's legs, exposing his beautiful firm ass and his black cock for
all to see. Peter smiled at Asher, then stepped all the way out of his
boxers and yelled, "Skinny dipping, yeah!" and hurled himself into a
breaking wave. The other five kids weren't slow to react, stripping off
their own underwear and launching themselves into the water.


 By early afternoon, the cousins had showered, gotten dressed and devoured
pretty much everything that was to be found in the fridge. Then they helped
pack up the tents and clean the patio and kitchen, putting stuff away so
Sander's uncle could close up the house and head back to New York. Sander
found it hard to imagine owning a house this nice and then only using it a
couple of times a year - it seemed like such a huge waste. His parents
loaded up their car, and proceeded to do the round of goodbyes.


 Sander gave Peter and Asher the usual lame pat-on-the-shoulder that boys
inevitably will substitute for affection whenever there are parents nearby.
Then he hugged Sarah and gave her a discrete little peck on the cheek. He
did the same with Maria, but he found it almost impossible to let her go,
so they lingered quite a bit longer than would have been expected for a
simple goodbye. His parents exchanged a look, and then Sander told all of
his cousins to please come visit - he really did want to get together with
all of them again soon, but he particularly wanted to see more of Maria.


 Indeed, the beautiful 13-year-old was the only thing on his mind as he
climbed into the back of his family's car, and his eyes remained locked on
her as they pulled away from the beach house. When she finally disappeared
from view, Sander realized that he was exhausted. Between all the time
spent in the water ad in the sun and the totally amazing things he'd done
with his cousins he was ready for a long nap on the drive home. He also
realized that he'd barely even thought about Avery and Claire since he'd
arrived at the beach. While he wasn't sure how much detail he was going to
share with Avery, he did want to let him know at least something about what
had happened. "Dude. Totally cool by me if u + Claire did stuff this
weekend. Had amazing time w cousins. Tell u all about it when I get back.
Heading home now. Totally beat."


 Avery wrote back a minute later. "Whoa... cousins? Classic. Happy 4 u.
Claire was awesome. C U soon."


 Sander smiles and put away his phone, then got comfortable spreading out
across the entire back seat. His body ached, but more than anything he
really just needed a chance to rest and process everything. Life could be
quite overwhelming for a 13-year-old boy when it was this great.


 Thanks for reading, be sure to check out the first three chapters in the
story on nifty.org.

Comments? Let me where you want this to go or what else you'd like to see
happen to our middle schoolers and their friends. vtcurious1@gmail.com


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