Fourteen-year-old Ryan Roberts was six weeks into his summer vacation and was not happy. He'd mowed lawns, cleaned and painted and still his financial situation was not improving for the better, not for the long term, and not enough to sustain him through his coming sophomore year in the manner he desired.

This Saturday afternoon found Ryan without a job for the day, so he thought to console himself by once again perusing the stack of eighteen magazines he had gained while working on the clean up of a neighbor's rental property. Mr. Krantz, knowing of adolescents' fascination with such things, had gestured toward the stack of magazines in the corner of the garage and told Ryan he could have them if he wanted them or to drop them in the blue recycling container in the alley.

Ryan tried to feign disinterest but placed the pile beside the recycling bin before loading it into his daypack as he prepared for the ride home.

That evening his head swam as he tore into the pile for the first time and saw things he had never imagined. The magazines would not have even been legal two years ago prior to the passage of the Healthy Children Act decriminalizing adolescent and pre-adolescent explorations of sexuality.

Some of the magazines like "Kid Skin" and "Tan-Line Tots" were strictly "softcore," featuring nudes or semi-nudes of professional and amateur preteen models. At the opposite end of the scale were magazines like "Hot Little Holes," "Hard Fucking Kids" and "Real Molestation" that left little to the imagination, showing kids in every sexual situation imaginable, partnering with other children, older teens and lusting adults.

Many of the magazines aimed at a mixed readership: "An Adult-Youth 'Share Me' Publication" read the top strip on the cover of "Naked Playtime," the cover of which depicted two kneeling nude girls, a blonde and a brunette, smiling at the camera, each of about ten years of age wearing only matching white translucent tops, fully unbuttoned, and both fondling the erect prick of a male lying perpendicular to the camera so only a bit of his torso, prick and some of his legs and feet were visible. A white pearl gleamed from the purple slit of the girls' engorged playmate.

Others like "Naughty" and "Naked Movie Star" appeared to be marketed toward a youth market despite abundant XXX content. "Over 2,000 Copies Donated to Schools and Libraries Monthly" boasted the cover of "Hollywood Kids," published by something called the Scholastic Porn Association.

Despite having the magazines for over a week, Ryan had only scratched the surface, attacking the magazines randomly, and only able to last twenty to thirty minutes at a time before becoming overwhelmed by the visuals and uncontrollably spilling the contents of his tight teenage nut sack, this despite having cum an uncountable number of times earlier in the week.

This afternoon he selected an issue of the largely amateur "Bare Naked Brats" and the hardcore "Children for Pleasure," depicting adult-centered gratification via youthful partners.

As Ryan leafed through the magazines he did not so much as stroke as squeeze trying to delay his inevitable orgasm as long as possible. As he studied the nude portfolio of a slender eleven-year-old auburn haired beauty, he also flipped through a photo story showing a lanky, gap-toothed, olive-complexioned nine year old cavorting with an equally nude older man in what appeared to be an abandoned schoolhouse. There was much touching between the pair and detailed close ups of each performing orally upon the other.

Ryan felt his orgasm approaching at mach speed. Rising to a sitting position he grabbed the empty cylindrical metal wastebasket sitting by his bed and holding it with his feet, positioned it between his knees. As his cock began to throb rhythmically, Ryan studied the photos: the naked auburn goddess, smiling, looking over her shoulder, the smooth curves of her perfect tan-lined, eleven-year-old ass invitingly highlighted. Ryan turned the page on the other magazine revealing a two-page centerfold spread of the petty nine year old, knees drawn back to her boyish chest, legs slightly spread, grinning at the camera, displaying the wet glistening remains of her playmate's orgasm decorating her from her chin to upper thighs, a sight which pushed Ryan over the edge.

Ryan's rhythmic cock-spasms rapidly built into a wet, tropical explosion of slippery white drops, resonating on the bottom of the metal wastebasket like a watery snare drum, the sound of each heavy spasm intensifying the next contraction of Ryan's fourteen-year-old balls.

Fifteen seconds later it was all over. He tossed some tissues into the bottom of the can before slipping the liner back in, burying the evidence for now and consolidated the magazines strewn across the bedspread. Keeping the issue of "Bare Naked Brats" in one hand and resuming stoking his cock with the other he began to explore the magazine in a more methodical fashion now that the urgency of his initial release had passed.

Barely a page into the letters column, Ryan was again hard as a rock. The letters, mainly from kids who were having sex or wanting to have sex and adults who either were having sex with kids or wanting to have sex with kids or otherwise fantasizing about the models in the magazine were enough to make Ryan spill again, so he flipped two-thirds of the way through and landed in the pages of reader-submitted photos.

"God, these are hot!" Ryan thought as he fell in lust ten times every page. Most the girls were not wearing makeup and the ones that were had that self-applied and didn't-know-what-they-were-doing look. Backgrounds were simple and austere but generally added to the eroticism of the tableau. Some were taken in little-girly bedrooms, others apparently in basements, attics and garages. Some were outside; one of Ryan's favorites was a blonde 10-year-old proudly displaying her birthday suit in a mall parking lot. There were a couple of boys in the batch proudly displaying their erected wieners to the photographer's eye, but 85% of the modeling "kids next door" selected by the magazine were females.

A box inset on the last page of the section invited readers to submit their own photos for review. "Bare Naked Brat" and their parent company Kid's Club Publishing would pay $200 for one picture and $800 for a two-page spread and up from there for a cover or a feature. Ryan thought about that means of easy money and regretted that he did not have ready access to a female model.

Hearing his sister in the hallway and the smell of dinner drifting up from downstairs convinced Ryan to abort this masturbatory session. He spent some time browsing friends' social media sites before going downstairs to join the family.

There was tension in the kitchen as Ryan entered. Ryan's nine-year-old sister Lila was engaged in a running argument with their mother. Lila had friends going to see Dylan-O, the latest teen boy band heartthrob when he came to town in August. Tickets were starting a $47. Ryan's mom was complaining that the show was too expensive and that the performer was all over the television where he could be watched for free, and besides, he was not very good to begin with, a statement Ryan found agreement with 100%. Still the exchange sent Lila stomping to her room in tears and it took stern threats from their father to get the recalcitrant youngster to the dinner table fifteen minutes later for a joyless meal.

As Ryan ate, he thought. Lila was in the same boat he was: not enough money and not enough earning power. Lila was cute in the face, Ryan thought, cuter than a lot of the girls in the magazines, but he had not thought much of the rest of her. He had long categorized Lila as "too little" for most of the things he was interested in and the few brief glimpses he had caught of her changing clothes or in the bathroom had failed to generate much curiosity. As he sat there at the table trying to visualize his sister in toto and not having much luck, she got up to get a pitcher of juice from the refrigerator. The gentle curve of her cheeks protruding slightly from the bottom of her yellow cotton shorts brought to Ryan's mind images not that much different to those he had been spilling his loads to all week.

Saturday rolled around and the job Ryan had scheduled got cancelled as Mr. Weber's mother taken ill the night before. Ryan's parents left for the golf links about 9:30 and would be gone for most of the day.

"Watch your sister," Karen Roberts added as she walked out the door.

Ryan was not thrilled with the prospect. Lila had been oscillating between anger and depression most of the week and was taking it out on everyone around her.

Ryan locked himself in his room and went to barenakedbrat.com. Alluring teaser photos of new models were posted on the home page but Ryan did not have time for that. He found the link for "Submissions," then "Photos," and found a one-page model release and data sheet to be submitted with the photos. It seemed too easy to be true.

Of course, that would be the easy part. The hard part was going to be getting his little sister out of her clothes and in front of a camera. He wondered if he could or should. Would it just be too creepy and embarrassing for both of them?

Ryan went back to thinking about submitting photos of himself as Kids Club, Inc. did publish male-youth oriented materials, it's just that they did not pay nearly as well, when Lila knocked on his door.

"I'm going over to Jennifer's house."

"No, you're not. Mom told me to watch you and she didn't say anything about letting you go over to Jennifer's."

Lila unleashed a flood of profanity that had evidently been building all week. Opening the door, Ryan was taken back by the raw fury in the emotional child.

"I think I know where you can make some money." There, it was out of Ryan's mouth before he even had time to think about it.

"How?" Lila said, shifting from anger to curiosity.

"Ok, you can't tell mom. Do you promise?"

"I promise," she said still waiting to see where her brother was going with this.

Leading her into his room, he picked the copy of Bare Naked Brats off the bed where he had laid it prior to his web browsing and, opening it to the reader submitted amateurs, laid it open on the bed in front of his sister.

"Have you ever seen one of these?" Ryan asked.

Lila had turned pale, her eyes growing large as she scanned the naked photos before her.

Before she had a chance to freak out, Ryan added, "They will pay $200 for one picture and up to a thousand for a series."

Lila's color returned. In fact she was blushing intensely as she turned the pages, now studying intently each naked body, bodies not so different from most of her classmates.

"Why would anyone want to look at these?" Lila thinking that big boobs were the only way to a man's heart.

"Well, these girls are hot, some of them anyway. Guys like to look at them."

"Do you like to look at them?" Now it was Ryan's turn to blush.

"Sometimes," Ryan lied.

"Well, I don't think anyone would want to look at me," Lila pouted.

"Sure they would. You are a lot prettier than a lot of these girls." Ryan was glad to have an excuse to pry the magazine out of his sister's hands before she got to the feature story with an adult man making naked body to body contact with a flat-chested redheaded youngster or the ads in the back showing kids and adults engaged in suggestive sexual situations.

"You see. You are prettier than her, and her, and her," he said pointing to about half the girls on the page. "And you are prettier than her," he said flipping to the centerfold depicting a chubby freckled brunette probably no more than 10 with her knees wide apart and all of her girlie goodies spread for display.

Still skeptical, Lila asked, "What if somebody sees me?"

"Nobody is going to see you. I don't think they even sell this magazine in this state, and besides we will change your name and where you live. And I will make sure there is nothing in the background that will give it away," he said pointing to a blue and silver pennant in the background of one photo that said "Robinson Elementary Eagles."

"We could make money selling them pictures," Lila said thoughtfully. She was taking the bait.

"I figure we could split the money: me as photographer, you as model. Even if they bought only one picture, you would still have enough money for your Dylan-O ticket."

That brought it home. "Ok!" she said grinning for the first time in weeks.

"Good! We better do it before Mom and Dad get back."

Grabbing the camera, "Let's start in your room," Ryan suggested with Lila practically running ahead.

Ryan was studying the tableau through the viewfinder, looking for the best light and removing any artifacts that could lead a viewer back to Lila Roberts at 30476 Cardwell Crescent when he became aware of his sister's clothing hitting the floor.

Turning, he was confronted with his sister standing there in her 9-year-old golden nakedness. "Wow!" Did he think it or say it out loud?

He motioned for her to get on the bed. She jumped onto her back, drawing her knees back toward her chin. God, she was a fast learner.

After the first shot, all shyness was gone and she spread her legs even further. He told her to look at the camera and he saw a hunger in her young eyes that caused his heart to skip and his cock to stiffen. Ryan began to blush, partly from the exposed tent that was beginning to form in his shorts, partly from the giddy lust he was feeling. As the session progressed, he knew he was creating some Class-A stroke off material and the thought that men and boys from all over the country or even the world would be looking at his sister and blowing their loads made Ryan want to shoot right there: drop his shorts, grab his prick, run over to his sister and standing over her, beat himself off, giving his pretty sister a shower of his hot, white semen.

Before he knew it, Ryan had taken a dozen pictures. At Lila's suggestion he took four more: Lila in mid-somersault, her tiny puckered backside exposed to the camera, a crimson glow coming from her excited genitals.

Ryan couldn't wait to get the photos downloaded. He ran back to his room and plugged the camera in while his sister dressed. As the photos popped onto the screen, Ryan knew the end result was going to far exceed his expectations.

Ryan wanted to jack off now, jack off to his sister, but knew she would be in the room momentary to look at her shoot. His next problem was that he was going to have a hard time choosing only four to submit. Aside from one or two that were slightly blurred as Lila bounced on the bed, they were all fit for publication, at least to Ryan's eye and throbbing dick.

Lila came into the room and standing close to Ryan's chair looked at the screen. Biting her lip, her eyes widened at she viewed her own wanton nakedness displayed on the screen. "Do you think my pictures will really make guys want to jack off?" Well, she had no illusions about the magazine and website were for.

Ryan replied somewhat breathlessly, "Oh, yeah, they're hot!" before wondering how much she knew about horny males and their one-handed loved affair with naked pictures. "I just have to pick out four of the best to send to the magazine"

Lila leaned over him and looked as he scrolled through the pictures. Ryan could feel the warmth radiating from her body through her thin cotton clothing. Lila leaned further, and trying to make it look like an accident, reached down and put her had on Ryan's cock and leaned on it feeling its hardness. Ryan shifted in his chair pushing her away and pretended not to notice.

"What do you want to call yourself?"

Lila pondered this a moment. "How about Jasmine James?"

"No, that sounds too phony. How about 'Allison something,'" Ryan suggested.

"Andi," Lila corrected, "Andi Heart," she said, choosing a surname from some distant cousins.

"And you're from," Ryan thought. "Atlanta, Georgia." Both kids cackled at the ruse they were committing. "Well, I should get this finished before Mom and Dad get home."

Lila readied to leave, but hesitated, and shyness returning asked if she could borrow "the magazine."

"Sure, Kiddo, just don't let Mom or Dad catch you. You should give it back to me before you leave the house." Ryan knew she was going to look at it whether he gave her permission or not and this way she wouldn't discover the kiddy hardcore in the rest of the pile.

As she went to her room and closed the door, he thought about what had happened so far that day. Was he corrupting his sister? He certainly hadn't broken any laws. Everything was legal since the passage of the Healthy Children Act and the magazines urged again and again for kids to "send in their pictures." It's just that some states, some cities and municipalities and some parents were slow to jump on the child sexuality bandwagon. He thought of the money they might make for their few minutes of work, fun really, and thought of his sister alone in her room, probably now studying in detail each page of "Bare Naked Brats," from the grinning tan-lined tot on the cover to the ads in the back touting special "sex camps" to help kids out of their shyness, gain new skills, cheerlead, model or star in their very own movie; ads for kid-sized sex toys and lingerie; ads from agents and photographers; ads for family, school or civic group-produced kiddy-content, even self-produced porn from kids themselves.

He wondered if she would be masturbating to the magazine as he had. Certainly there were boys and boners galore on display.

All this thought of sex. Ryan had the very practical task of choosing the four best photos out of sixteen to send to the publishers. He could not think straight and he knew what he had to do.

Locking the door to his room, he dropped his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. His cock sprang up pointing toward the ceiling 50 degrees above plane. Magazines forgotten, he set the sixteen photos to play as a looped slideshow, each photo displayed for fifteen seconds and began to stroke.

After 20 seconds Ryan realized he was not going to last long, so he stopped just long enough to grab his metal wastebasket and stuck it under the desk between his legs. He stopped stroking all together hoping to make it through the 4-minute cycle of all 16 photos at least once, his cock jerking crazily with unspent lust: Lila on her back, on her knees, on her butt, variations with the legs splayed apart a little or a lot, always smiling, full-frontal exposure of this slender soon-to-be fifth grader.

Next photo: Lila on the bed on her hands and knees looking and smiling at the camera over her left shoulder, the smooth, gentle curves of her cute tan-lined bottom on display. That was all it took. Ryan's balls contracted sending a strong, steady rope of boy-cum spattering into the can. Unable to stop now, Ryan gabbed his prick and began doing his best to milk his balls dry, the thick splattering liquid making noise like a 21-gun salute on the bottom of the can. As he slaked his prick dry, a new picture of Lila: ass over head, exposing two pretty virgin holes to the world.

Ryan cleaned himself up. There was a huge puddle in the bottom of the wastebasket, enough cum to fill a large shot glass, maybe two.

Realizing there was no perfect solution, Ryan chose four of the best representative photos, two portrait, two landscape, to send to the magazine. He filled out the release form and the model data sheet using a mixture of fact and fantasy and pressed the send button.

He thought about another cum, then looking at the clock, realized his parents should be home soon. About then he heard the front door open and his sister going down the stairs.

Before bed he checked his mail. There was a robotic reply thanking him for his submission and that a real person would get back to him in two to seven days to see if they would use his pictures.

The rest of the weekend went quickly. Lila returned the magazine late Sunday afternoon and asked if she could have "one of the others." He knew he had alluded to having more of than the one, but as of yet he hadn't showed them to her and he was not going to be able to produce one without revealing the location of the whole stack.

"Well, OK, but don't get caught, and you have to give it back to me before you leave for school tomorrow.

"I will."

Ryan pulled the stack from under the bed and began to leaf through them, wanting to find another softcore title for his little sister. Seeing the stack of eighteen magazines, Lila's eyes got big and she demanded, "Let me pick one."

Ryan knew he was beat and that one way or another her childhood curiosity would win. Lila sat on the bed and went through the stack one at a time, pausing long and hard as she examined the perversions at display on almost every cover.

To Ryan's dismay she chose two of the most graphic titles: "Hard Fucking Kids," the cover of which showed two kids probably not more than eleven going at it doggy style on a padded table in what appeared to be a classroom with the teacher and other students watching in the background. The expressions on both children's faces appeared that they were both cumming or about to cum.

Her other selection was one of the two issues of "Children for Pleasure." The cover showed a pretty brunette probably no more than nine concentrating on the manual pleasure of a young man in his early twenties, his mouth open and head thrown back and a rocket of thick, white cum about eight inches long, frozen in mid-flight, squirting from his purple erection. Standing to the side apparently posing for the man are two more naked youngsters roughly the same age as his determined masturbatrix.

"You said 'one,'" Ryan said, trying to sound parental. "That's two."

"I can't make up my mind. I want to look at both of them before I go to sleep tonight."

"Looking at those will turn you into a pervert," Ryan cautioned.

"Well, you are looking at them."

Giving in, Ryan could only warn her to keep their secret safe between them.