Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 08:41:23 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt1

Lately, I'll get started on a story, and then have no time to write on it
for several weeks. It's always difficult to come back and finish up a short
story after that. So this time, I'm beginning a story that can go on for a
long time, easily, but doesn't have to go on at all. I had some time this
week, so I have three more chapters already done. They just need
proofing. I'll post them as soon as I can. Let me know if you enjoy the
story, and I'll try to find time to write more.

Forgive me for doing this in text, rather than HTML, this time. It's
easier.  J :) btomandback@hotmail.com

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My dad is an anthropologist, so I think historically. This all happened in
pre-historic times for most of you guys... before the internet.

I think it was because Dad was an anthropologist that he married Margie;
she came with a tribe. You see, Margie's husband died leaving her with five
kids. There was Ethan, who was thirteen at the time. Anna had just turned
eleven. Ellie was nine, almost ten. Then there was Lizzie, seven and a
half, and Jon and Ben, the five-year-old twins. Another reason Dad married
Margie was that she was pretty mellow like him. They were both hippies when
they were young. That was probably Dad's favorite culture.

I almost moved to my Mom's when Margie and her kids invaded Dad's home. My
two younger sisters lived with Mom, but Mom had control issues; at least as
far as I was concerned.

So I stayed and observed the tribe. I liked them, generally, particularly
Ethan, who was only a year younger than me. We were both just hitting
puberty and like many boys that age, some of my first sexual thoughts were
pretty ambiguous. Dad was a free thinker, and as I had grown up, the few
comments I ever heard from him on homosexuality had me thinking of it as
only another flavor. And Ethan had me considering trying the flavor.

It was his body. He was slender with a slight sway to his back and belly
and a little butt that was always just, there. It wasn't that I was gay; I
liked girls. It's just that Ethan ran around in just shorts all the time,
and we shared a bedroom and bath; and I saw him naked a lot... in fact, the
first time I saw him naked, I almost boned up. He had a tight little pubic
patch like me and his cock was a "show-er" as opposed to a "grow-er" like
mine. It hung down thick and tubular.

He had a cute face, too, and dark red hair. The whole tribe of them had
auburn hair and creamy cheeks that flushed deep pink when they ran or grew
hot outside.

Anna was quiet, but very pretty. Ellie, the nine-year-old, was a pain in
the butt. She was cute and knew it. Her mom would tell her to do stuff, and
Ellie ignored her. Ellie seemed to like me, which put me in flight mode
pretty often, which was sort of a problem. You see, I liked hanging with
Ethan, but when I hung with Ethan, it made it easy for Ellie to hang
around, too. Sometimes all of them hung around me... at one time. Dad would
escape to the university where he taught, and Margie worked downtown. That
left us to "free range" as Dad called it, but with the understanding that
us older ones could keep an eye on the younger. My one refuge was Dad's
study. He declared it off limits to everyone but me so that I would have a
place to hide out from the invaders. That first spring and beginning of
summer, I retreated there often.

Sometimes I let Ethan come in. We really did like each other, though at the
time the milk thing started, we weren't hanging as much. You see, we had
started springing boners when we wrestled. He seemed to like that a lot,
and we had begun wrestling in our underwear at night when we could close
our door. But then, one night wrestling in our underwear turned to dry
humping until we both creamed our tighty whities. I felt really gay when we
were done, and I had been shying away from Ethan for a day or two.

That's how I came to be in my Dad's study that morning, reading about the
Maasai tribe in Africa. Reading about the Maasai was why I had the hardest
boner of my young life.

The Maasai have to be about the most promiscuous people on the
planet. Everybody sleeps with everybody, up to a point. Amazingly, there
are rules. This is what I remember from my Dad's book, so it may not be
entirely accurate. I think it's basically correct about the Maasai, at
least back then:

Girls could start having sex at any age, and usually began around
eight. From eight until they started menstruating, they had sex with young
boys and with young warriors who had gone through coming-of-age
circumcision, but who were too young to marry yet. Maasai warriors didn't
marry until late twenties or thirties, so you could have guys as old as
their twenties, sexing with girls as young as eight. They called it
"child's play"... really. Once married, guys could have sex with any of the
wives of other warriors in their group, and, of course, the wives, many as
young as twelve or thirteen, could have sex with any warriors in their
husband's group. And they did.

It surprised me that Maasai girls as young as eight-year-olds, would often
initiate sex. They did it with an offer of milk. If they offered a warrior
a drink of milk, it was an invitation for sex... an exchange of milk for
sperm. I had difficulty picturing quiet Anna ever being bold enough to do
anything like that... but I tried.

I had to look a few things up in other books, and it took awhile to track
down things like "female circumcision" which led to tracking down
"clitoris". Female circumcision sounded barbaric, but I found the
information on the clitoris, with a diagram of female genitalia in one of
my dad's reference books, incredibly interesting. I beat off looking at the
diagram and imagining how Anna's "genitalia" might look.



"What do you do in there?" Ellie challenged when I came out; she was like,
waiting. "Why do you lock the door?"

"To get away from you," I told her. "I read."

"Read what?" she demanded.

Suddenly, I had this perverse thought; I'd let the little nine-year-old
smartass read what Maasai girls her age did. That'd shut her up. Of course,
if she told Dad or Margie about me letting her read it, they'd kick my
butt, but it was just too damned tempting.

"Nothing you're old enough to read," I told her.

Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

I shrugged. "Some of my dad's anthropology books. He wouldn't want you
messing with them anyway."

"I wanna see," she said, looking past me at the open door of my dad's
study.

"You aren't old enough."

"I am, too," she said.

I pretended to think about it. "Okay," I told her, but you can't tell
anybody I let you do it."

She gave me a glance of disgust. "I don't tell."

"Okay," I said, glancing up and down the hall to make sure we were
alone. "I'll let you read what I was reading this morning, but you can't
tell anyone."

She didn't wait, but walked right into my dad's study. I followed and
closed the door behind us. "This doesn't mean you can come in any time you
want," I told her. "It's still my dad's study and I'm the only one who can
come in here when he wants."

Ellie ignored me the same way she ignored her mother. She around at all
Dad's books.

I walked over to the shelves and pulled down the book I'd been reading. I
found the chapter on Maasai sexual practices. "Sit down," I told her.

She sat in my dad's armchair and I gave her the book, open to the
chapter. Then I took a seat behind Dad's desk and fought back a grin. It
was about time the little smart ass got blown away by something.

As she read, her eyes moved faster and faster. Her creamy white cheeks
flushed red. About the third page in, she reached between her legs and
rubbed. She realized almost instantly what she was doing, and pulled her
hand out. In that moment, I saw Ellie in a whole new, sexual light. I
sprang a boner.

She read, head down, and I resisted the urge to reach between my own
legs. I felt my own cheeks grow warm.

She finally reached the end of the chapter, and started the next.

"What's circumcision?" she asked as she began flipping pages, looking for
more on sex.

I shrugged, trying to appear worldly-wise. "For a guy, circumcision is when
they cut the foreskin off his dick."

"What's foreskin?" she asked with a frown.

Without getting up from Dad's chair and revealing the bulge in the front of
my shorts, I wheeled the chair around and managed to pull down the
reference book I had used that morning, with my back to Ellie. I wheeled
back and spread the book open on the desk. Ellie came around to look over
my shoulder. I opened it to a diagram of male genitalia (which I had also
spent time studying earlier).

"Have you ever seen your brothers naked?" I asked.

"Of course." She stood close enough for her warm scent to fill my
nostrils. It was the scent of a young girl who had perspired.

"Well, your brothers are all circumcised," I told her. "They were
circumcised when they were babies. See how the skin comes down over the end
of the dick in this drawing. That's called the foreskin. That's what's cut
off."

Ellie frowned. "Does it hurt?"

"Hell yes!"

"You remember it?" she asked, glancing at me.

I shook my head. "I'm not circumcised. I just know it would hurt."

Her eyes dropped to my lap which was mostly under the desk. I resisted the
urge to cover myself.

"I wanna see," she said.

"My dick? Hell no," I told her.

"Why?"

The real reason of course was that I had a hell of a boner. "You're like,
my sister." I told her.

"I've seen my brothers naked," she reminded me.

I'm normally a quick thinker, but I was flustered, and I blew what was an
obvious opportunity. "Forget it," I told her. "I showed you what I read
this morning; you need to get out now."

She glanced at the book which she'd left on the armchair. "Did you read any
more of that?" she asked, pointing.

"Not really," I told her.

"Okay," she said, and left the room.

That was easy, I thought, as she walked out. I expected her to be more
stubborn. Then I heard the half-bath door close, just down the hall. She
must have needed to pee, I thought. Then I thought of what I would have
done in the half-bath, and my dick jumped. Damn! I thought.



I didn't see much of Ellie that afternoon. At dinner that evening, she sat
across the table from me like she always did. I talked mainly to Ethan who
always sat to my left, but I caught Ellie watching me a couple of times.

That evening, Ethan and I lay on our stomachs in the den to play chess
while everyone watched TV. We sometimes did that. The twins, Jon and Ben
climbed all over us as they usually did. Ellie was on the couch behind me,
and I didn't turn around to check, but I kept feeling like she was watching
me. It gave me a boner, which I pressed to the floor.

Afterward, when we went to bed, Ethan was lying on his, reading, all
long-legged and in only his white briefs. I'd had a boner all day, and
boned up again. I need to get my rocks off really badly, and I didn't want
to wait to jack off until Ethan was asleep. Truth was, I had liked dry
humping with him a lot more than jacking off anyway. So I shucked down to
my briefs and jumped astride his middle, digging my fingers into his ribs.

Ethan was ticklish, and it was how we often started our wrestling. He
howled and his book went flying. He struggled under me. We rolled. Ethan
was as tall as me, though not as strong. We rolled back. His dick was
getting hard. I could feel it. He wrapped his legs around my waist as we
rolled. I penned his hands above his head. The sides of our faces
pressed. Our boners pressed between us.

Our hips pumped a little, and then pumped more purposefully... and ground.

"David," he whispered. "Let's get naked."

"Okay."

He dropped his legs from around me. I rolled to my back beside him and we
stripped off our underwear, tossing them off the bed. Our boners wagged up
over our bellies. His was as long as mine. I rolled back onto him. He
wrapped his legs around the backs of mine. We wrapped our arms aroun each
other, pressed the sides of our faces together, and humped.

When I was fourteen, I wasn't like straight or gay, so much as I was just
plain horny all the time; and Ethan had a great body -- fourteen-year-old
boys do look at other boys' bodies and get turned on by other boys' boners.

Being naked with Ethan -- feeling his skin against mine and our thick
boners between us, feeling our lean bodies and young muscles, feeling his
large hands on my back -- it was sex; S E X!

We ground and ground and breathed loudly in each other's ears. And then
with a flurry of mutual grunting, it was over. We stopped. I rolled off
him, and felt my belly. He felt his, and we held up wet fingertips.

"That was awesomely awesome," he said.

I nodded. "Yeah." At that moment, I didn't give a fuck about whether it was
gay or not.  It really was awesome.

"I'm staying naked," he said, his eyes all happy and wide. "I'm gonna sleep
this way."

Since we kept our door locked to keep the little ones out, it wasn't a big
deal. "Yeah, me, too," I agreed.

I had my own bathroom from back when the room was just mine. I stepped into
it, got a hand towel. I wiped my belly off as I came back into the room and
tossed the towel to Ethan.

"You can sleep in my bed with me," he offered, cleaning his belly.

I thought about it, and nodded. "Cool."

We pulled back his covers and crawled under them. When I lay on my side,
Ethan spooned naked behind me. It felt good, actually, and not entirely in
a sexual way. When he grew hard again, so did I. This time, he lay on top
as we ground our dicks together and came. After that, I was tired, and so I
pulled on my briefs and slept in my own bed.





Ellie was already in the kitchen when I came down for breakfast. Margie had
left some muffins for breakfast and I sat down to eat one. Ellie was also
at the table.

I always drink orange juice for breakfast, and I had poured myself
some. But then Ellie got up and poured milk into a glass and brought it to
me. She set it down beside my plate.

I glanced up, curious.

"I brought you some milk," she said.

"Yeah, so?" My quick mind failed me again. But then I remembered what we
had read the day before; about how young Maasai girls invite boys to sex by
offering milk to them.

The bottom fell out of my stomach and my mouth went dry. I
swallowed. "Oh... uh, thanks," I murmured.

Ellie's eyes rolled. At nine, she could be sooo dramatic.

She returned to her seat and watched me while I tried to eat the muffin
without choking. I finished in a daze. My stepsiblings came and went. Ellie
watched me. She was wearing a light summer shift – one of those
pullover, cotton things. I glanced at her from time to time. She was as
flat chested as I. I tried not to stare.

I got up from the table and cleared my dishes. Anna was at the sink on dish
duty that morning and took them from me. When I turned to leave, Ellie was
already at the kitchen door to the dining room. I stepped through it with
her and nodded for her to follow. I led her back to Dad's study.

We closed the door and locked it, and then just stared at each other. I was
in only my shorts, but it felt awfully warm.

"What happens now?" Ellie asked in a whisper.

I swallowed hard. "We get naked.

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Be sure to let me know if you like the story, and I'll try to add more. J
:) btomandback@hotmail.com