That has got to be the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. Strange in a good way, I mean. Waking up with my boyfriend’s hard cock buried all the way in me. And we’d been like that all night!

"You awake?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he said.

I giggled and said, "I think we beat two hours. Even if we did sleep through it."

"Yup. But, wow, the dreams I had!"

"I know what you mean," I giggled.

He pulled out of me then. "Hey! Get back in me!" I pouted.

"Just readjusting. If I stay in that position any longer, I’m going to get cramps." I giggled as he rolled me over onto my back. Then he climbed on top of me, and plunged into me.

"Oh, MAN," I howled. "Oh do I need this!" Well, what do you expect? Having him in me all night. Oy. That creates a whole new level of horny, believe me.

I think I came in about four seconds. And then I got to three before he came inside me.

"Wow," I said when we were done. "I thought you’d come quicker than that! Not, believe me, that I’m complaining, not for a second." I giggled.

"Well, I might have been a wee bit desensitized, actually," he said. "Or I came in you during the night some time. It was so wet in there when I woke up that I have no idea whose wet it was."

"Possible," I giggled. "Who cares, right?"

"I certainly didn’t, I’d rather hold out anyway. Do you know how great you look when you cum?" he smiled at me. "I love watching it."

"Good. I plan on making you watch it quite a bit!"

"Fine by me," he laughed. "Miss Insatiable."

"Got that right," I grinned. "Hey, I think we need a shower."

"I think you’re right," he said. So, we took one.

Afterwards, we went downstairs. Mom was making breakfast.

"Hi, kids," Mom said. "Sleep well?" We both looked at each other and started cracking up. We couldn’t help it. "Did you sleep at all?" Mom asked, bemused.

"Yeah," I said. "We slept."

"Then what’s so funny?"

"Well," I said, blushing, "We fell asleep before Frankie, er, disengaged, so to speak. And woke up that way."

"Hmmm. I’ll have to tell your father that one," Mom grinned. "That sounds like fun."

"I did not need to know that," I grinned back. "Where is Dad, anyhow?"

"Had to run a few errands," Mom said.

"You guys are coming today, yes?"

"Of course," she said. "It’s going to be kind of unusual, though, watching you play in the nude."

"I’m actually looking forward to it," I grinned.

"You’ve become so much more comfortable with this," Mom said. "There’s one thing you have to remember, though, and I hate to worry you but you need to think of this. This Arts Festival is open to the whole community, not just the high school students. A lot of people in town are going to see the scars."

"I thought of that," I said. "Somehow, at some point this week, I stopped caring."

"Really?" She turned and said, "Why, thank you, Frankie!"

"It wasn’t me!" he protested, giggling. "She worked it all out. Not me."

"I think you helped," Mom said.

Just then, Tanya came stumbling down the stairs, staring at Frankie and I.

"Morning, Tan," Mom said.

"Morning." She was still glaring. "Some people are too loud in the morning."

"Sorry, Tan, we wake you up?" I asked.

"No. I was already awake. Now I’m awake and horny. If you guys keep sleeping over here, I’m gonna need a boyfriend!" she spat out. Then she stormed off to the living room and flicked on the TV.

"Uh-oh," Mom said. "We seem to have opened up a can of worms. I don’t know if I can deal with a horny twelve year old. I have enough trouble with a horny seventeen-year-old!"

"Yeah, well, at least my horniness is taken care of," I giggled. That’s when I got the brainstorm. It was nasty, sure. But, hey, it was our fault she was this horny, wasn’t it?

"Frankie," I said. "Since we did this to her, maybe you should take her upstairs and take care of it for her."

Poor Frankie was drinking a cup of tea, and almost dropped it! "What? Are you crazy?"

To my surprise, Mom was calmer, but she did say, "I’ve seen Frankie naked, and I think he might be a bit big for Tan."

"Of course!" Frankie agreed. "Geez, Cass, she’s twelve! I know I’m not the most well-endowed seventeen-year-old in the world, but I’d still split her in two!"

"Well, that’s not what I was thinking," I said.

"What were you thinking, then?" Mom asked.

"I was thinking of those magical knuckleballer’s fingers of his," I grinned. "Or maybe his tongue, which is pretty magical itself." I looked at Frankie. "You already got off this morning. If you get all worked up again, I will take care of it. I want you to help her."

"I wasn’t thinking of myself," Frankie said.

"I know you weren’t," I said. "What do you say?"

"I still feel funny about it," he said. That’s when we heard a frustrated moan from the other room. Frankie chuckled and said, "Someone’s gotta teach that girl how to masturbate."

"Not the same thing, sweetie," I grinned. "Come on. Look, she’s my sister. I want you to." I saw Frankie look at my mother, and Mom gave a little nod.

"Just no going all the way," Mom said.

"Good. Frankie, go up into her room. I’ll have her there in a minute," I said.

OK, I can see where some people would think it was sick. I was seventeen. She was twelve. But I wasn’t going to do anything for myself. And it was our fault that she was so worked up. And the love of my life asked me to. And her mother didn’t seem to mind.

I was waiting in Tan’s room, and then there she and Cassie were. And Tan was naked!

OK, I admit it. I had noticed this when we walked to school yesterday. With no clothes on, Tan looked a lot older than 12. She was well-developed for her age. Not huge, but enough. And she looks like Cassie. Not identical, of course, but enough.

"What’s going on?" Tan asked.

"We worked you up, so Frankie’s going to take care of it for you. I asked him to." Tan looked back and forth from me to Cass, wide-eyed. "No fucking, you’re too young and he’d hurt you," Cassie continued. "But there’s other ways. Go lie on the bed."

She did. "Are you staying?" I asked Cass.

"Unless you’d rather I not."

"I’d rather you did," I grinned.

"Good," she said, and sat down on a chair. She was nude—neither of us had bothered to get dressed. I looked at Tan, and said, "Lie down. Relax. You’ll enjoy this, OK?"

"OK," she smiled, and lie down. I started with her boobs, my hand on one and my lips on the other. Like I said, they were good sized for a 12-year-old. More than filled my mouth, for sure. And her nipples were mighty responsive. When she really started moaning at my attention to her boobs, I moved my hand down.

She was wet. Really wet. And her pussy felt different under my hand than any I had ever touched. She wasn’t completely smooth, but the hair she did have was light and downy and short. And her pussy just felt—I don’t know—dainty. I can’t come up with a better word.

I traced my fingers up and down her pussy. I trailed around her entrance—I didn’t go in, but I circled the outside of it, making her jump. Then I traced back up and down her pussy—then, very gently, rubbed her clit.

"NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she yelled, as she jumped! "OH GOD!" she moaned. And then she started cumming up a storm. She was horny!

I didn’t let up, either. Just as she was coming down, I moved down and put my mouth on her. The taste was rather different—sweeter—and she was smaller so I had to be careful aiming. But aim I did. The minute my tongue hit her pussy lips, she started moaning again. I gently headed for her clit with my tongue, and circled around it. That made her moan harder. Then I flicked her clit with my tongue. I think it took about four flicks, and she came hard again.

I climbed up next to her as she came down. "Better?" I asked.

"Oh, yeaaaaaaah!" she moaned. She grinned, and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Frankie."

"You’re welcome," I smiled.

She looked down. "You look a little, well, uncomfortable, though," she giggled.

"I’m fine."

"No, you’re not, but you will be," I heard from behind me. I had been leaning on my side, facing Tanya—and, all of a sudden, I was on my back. And Cassie was straddling me.

"You’ve been a good boy, helping my sister out like that. You deserve a reward," she said, and she sunk down on top of me. "Oh, I got so horny watching you do that to her!" she gasped.

"I can tell," I laughed. I glanced over to Tanya, still beside us in the bed. Her eyes were wide open!

"You get a nice close-up, Tan," Cassie giggled. Then she went to town on top of me.

"Wow…." Tan said, "Except I’m gonna get going again!"

"Use your hand," I managed to tell her, "like I did. Slow and easy, then work up." She nodded. Then I forgot, mostly, about Tanya and concentrated on Cassie bouncing up and down on top of me.

I have to say, this is a scenario I’d never envisioned. Having my girlfriend on top of me, fucking her brains out on my dick, while her little sister—who I had just eaten out—was in the bed next to us frigging herself.

No, we didn’t all cum at once. Cassie went first, I followed, and Tanya—who was working on number three—finished herself off shortly thereafter, Cassie and I grinning at her.

"Wow!" Tanya said when she was done. "Three? Oh my God."

"Well, if you’re anything like your sister, this is just the first step. Shortly, you’ll be insatiable," I joked.

"I think I already am!" she blurted out, to laughter.

"All right, that’s enough fun," Cassie said. "I need to get ready to go play the flute."

"Tan?" I said. "Not a word, OK? Not even to Rosa."

"He’s right," Cassie said. "If you breathe a word of this, I’ll never let him do it again," she giggled.

"My lips are sealed!" Tanya said.

When we finally got downstairs, I couldn’t believe it. Mom was grinning. I was shocked she went along with it. But grinning?

"Feel better, Tanya?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" Tan said. Mom cracked up. "He even showed me better how to do myself. My last one was by myself."

"Oh, really?" Mom said. "And what were you two doing while she was doing herself?" Wow. Mom really was loosening up! Frankie and I just blushed.

"That’s what I thought," Mom laughed. "Did you get a good view?" she asked Tan.

"Yup," Tan answered, completely unselfconsciously. "The best. Cassie was on top so I saw everything."

"Oh, Jesus," I muttered. Poor Frankie just kept blushing more!

"Relax. I told you to take her up there, didn’t I?" Mom said.

After that, the conversation turned—well, normal—but I still thought about what had happened. I guess the strangest thing was how much it didn’t bother me. Though it was my idea, I thought I might have regrets afterwards. I didn’t. I probably would’ve it had been anyone other than Tanya. Actually, if it had been anyone other than Frankie. I knew how loyal he was. I also knew he loved Tanya. Not romantically, but he did love her. And this was my sister, and I asked him to do it.

Of course, the fact that I got turned on beyond belief didn’t hurt! That did surprise me. I don’t have a lesbian bone in my body, so it wasn’t Tan that was turning me on, and it wouldn’t have been Tan even if she wasn’t my sister. And you’d figure I’d get jealous—not turned on—seeing my boyfriend working over another girl. But I didn’t. I wasn’t jealous at all, I was happy for Tan, and it was such a turn-on.

Anyhow, we ate lunch, then I had to go play the flute.

The Arts Festival was held in Westport Park, which is a big park downtown. There were art exhibits of all types, music, dancing. They even had food and souvenir concessions. The festival was sponsored by the High School, but everyone came.

I was in the school band—which is what everyone called it—but that was kind of a misnomer. It was the school bands. Plural. It was a group of musicians who formed different combos depending on the requirements of whatever gig was coming up next. Yes, we were a traditional ‘marching band’, especially during football season, or the town Fourth of July Parade. But we were also an orchestra. There were players in the orchestra that weren’t in the marching band—there are no violins in a marching band—and vice-versa. Plus there was a swing combo. Flute being a versatile instrument, I was in all three. There was also a string quartet, which of course I wasn’t in.

For the arts festival we’d be on a stage, so there was no marching band. I’d be playing with the swing combo and the orchestra. The string quartet would be playing, too. Now, though I liked the marching band, and the orchestra, the swing combo was my favorite.

We really worked up a head of steam. We even had singers. Al Porter, who was our guitarist, did some of the singing—but Ty Christopher, the best singer in the junior class, came up to sing a selection of Sinatra songs. Even Jared—a big Bruce Springsteen fan—came up and sang a swing version of "Red Headed Woman." He, of course, sang it right to Amanda, who is. Red-headed, I mean. Jared’s best friend Dave—who plays trumpet in the marching band but saxophone with the swing combo—wailed a great solo.

I noticed something. I was watching Frankie—especially songs that I wasn’t playing, not every swing song has a flute part—and he was dancing up a storm! I didn’t know he could dance. He danced with Tan. He danced with Rosa. He even danced with my mother, while Dad was dancing with Tan. When Ty came up to sing with us, he danced with Ty’s girlfriend, Emma. He danced with Emma’s best friend Isabelle.

And he was naked! That was the funny part. He didn’t seem to care at all. He just kept dancing.

I’m glad he had all those people to dance with—I am most emphatically not a dancer. Musicians don’t dance. Schroeder said that, to Lucy. Words to live by. I guess baseball players do dance.

I did notice, however, when he didn’t dance. We were playing "Fly Me To The Moon", a song with a prominent and rather tricky flute part. He was watching intently during that one, grinning at me. That felt real good. And I nailed it.

After we finished—to thunderous applause, which was very gratifying—Frankie and I wandered around the festival. There were a few hours before I’d have to go play with the orchestra. We got some food, and wandered around the various exhibits. There was drama going on in one corner of the park, dance exhibitions in the other. The artwork was scattered. Emma had some sculptures there, she’s very talented. And then we found Natalie’s drawings.

Oh, she’s so good. I guess Mrs. Taylor convinced her to really go nuts, because she had a lot of stuff up. Her exhibit was one of the most popular. And, it seemed, the most popular item in that exhibit was the one she had done yesterday, the one with me straddling Frankie.

When we got there, there were a group of older women looking at it intently. I mean really intently. They couldn’t take their eyes off of it. We’re talking six women, and they were about in their sixties. And they couldn’t take their eyes off of it. It was hilarious. It was more hilarious when they turned, saw us—stark naked, remember—and quickly realized we were the couple in the drawing. They couldn’t decide whether to stare at us, or stare at the picture of us. It really was funny. Especially when Frankie smiled at them, pointed at the picture, said, "She’s good, huh?" and then took my hand and led us away from them.

We got a distance away, looked at one another, and just started laughing!

"So," I giggled, "were you telling them I was good, or that Natalie was good?"

"Both," he said. We cracked up again.

The rest of the day passed nicely. I went back up onstage and played with the orchestra. Then we went home.

In bed that night, Frankie said, "You know, sooner or later, I’m going to have to sleep at my house."

"OK. I vote for later," I giggled.

--The End---