The Cove

a Story by Varangian

Summer, 2006

There weren’t many people my age on the island in upper Lake Huron.  It wasn’t a tourist destination, and my school teacher parents had rented a cottage there that summer just because of its isolation and lack of crowds.

I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school.  I would be off to college in September.  It seemed certain I would make that journey still a virgin.

While exploring on the second day of my stay, I came upon a small cove with a narrow beach where I saw a girl along with a younger boy.  The girl lay on a blanket while the boy splashed in the water.

“Hi,” I said, walking up to her.  “My name is Fred and I’m new here.”

She glanced at me from behind sun glasses, eventually smiling.  “I’m Norma and I’ve lived here all my life.”

She was a girl with a plain face and light brown hair who possessed more flesh than I preferred, although she was not at all heavy — just large.  She appeared to be my age or younger.

“Are you here for the summer?” she asked.  “We don’t get many tourists.”

“I’m not a tourist,” I replied.  “I’m a captive of my parents who enjoy out of the way peace and quiet.”

“Well, they’ve come to the right place.  We don’t have a Burger King and hardly even a town.”

“I’ve noticed.  I’m afraid it’s going to be a boring summer like last year.”

“Where did you go then?”

“Alaska.”

“Oh, god!  It must have been awful.”

“I saw a grizzly bear.”

“That’s something,” she said.

Norma stood to look out for the boy, who was chest deep in the water.  She was my height, five eleven.

“Tod!” she called.  “Come back in!”

He turned and waved then made his way slowly to the shore.

She said, “It’s boring here for me too, Fred, although I’ve gotten used to it.  Maybe we could hang out together.”

“Sure.  You must be looking forward to going off to college.”

“That’s two years away.  I’m only sixteen.  How old are you?”

“Eighteen.  I’m going to Michigan State in September.”

“Lucky you.”

Tod approached and we were introduced.  He was a twelve year old — going on thirteen, he insisted.  He was the kind of boy who was capable of challenging a guy’s masculinity.  That is to say, his face was quite pretty, his stature large for his age with hairless chest and shapely limbs.  I believe the word to describe him is androgynous.

* * *

We spent the afternoon together.  When they had to leave, we arranged to meet at the cove the next morning.  I watched them depart.

I found the backs of Tod’s legs to be more attractive than his sister’s, who stood a head taller than he.  Hers were sumptuous as were her upper arms.  She possessed shoulders that were a tad wide and a well-padded waist.

Although not a girl of my dreams, she was the only one around.  I wondered if I had a chance with her.  She seemed friendly enough and she was obviously lonely.

The next morning I was at the cove before nine.  About half an hour later Norma showed up — alone.

“Where’s Tod?” I asked.

“He’s grounded for today.  He back-talked Mom last night.”

“Then there’s just the two of us.  What do you want to do?”

“Let’s talk, Fred.  I don’t get much chance to do that with someone close to my age.  We have a very small school.  Most of the kids are younger, and the older guys are red necks who hang out with slutty girls.”

“You don’t have a boy friend?”

“I did once, when I was thirteen.  It was a disaster.  How about you?”

“I went to a high school that had two thousands students.  There were all kind of cliques, one for any bent or kink.”

Grinning at me, she asked, “And what was your kink?”

“Theater.  I worked behind the scenes.”

“Did you have a girl friend?”

“A couple, but nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?” she asked with a wicked expression on her face.

She embarrassed me, but I refused to admit to virginity.  We had just met, after all, although she knew.

“This is a backwater place, Fred, not like your big high school in the city, but I probably know more about some things than you.”

“Like what?”

I was beginning to fume.  Norma was taking charge, even though she was two years younger than me.  She smiled in a curious way then ran towards the shore.

“Let’s go swimming,” she called.

We didn’t stay long in the cold water.  After spreading the blanket, we reclined side by side on it and let the sun warm us.

“I thought red necks referred to boys from the south,” I remarked.

“I meant the guys here on the island.  They’re crude and mostly stupid.  I only let one of them touch me, and that was more than enough.”

“When you were thirteen?”

“Yeah, like I said.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Fred.  It wasn’t a happy experience.”

“So, you haven’t had a boy friend since then?”

“I told you that!  And you said you’ve never had a girl, not really.”

I raised on an elbow and looked down at her.  I placed a hand on her near upper arm, which was abundant and soft.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“More than you can imagine,” she replied, putting her hand over mine and pressing it to her arm.

“I have a vivid imagination, Norma, but we’ve just met.  I still don’t know what you want.”

“And you’re from a big city high school?”  She sounded peeved.

I had never felt a tit.  I hesitated, wondering if I had misread her, but I moved the hand tentatively to her breast, first with a finger touch then palming it.  The ensuing kiss followed naturally.

Her response was dramatically passionate.  She was like a drowning person clutching to me.  We were still almost strangers, so I understood that her ardor had nothing to do with me.  She just wanted a guy.

I relished the feel of her firm, modest tit, and I thought that she would let me touch her even more.  I ran the hand down her soft belly and onto a thigh that was thicker than mine.  We continued to kiss.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, when my fingers touched her groin.  “But do it higher,” she begged, gasping.

Following her instructions, I brought her off after some minutes of frigging.  She squeaked against my lips then mewled for ten or twelve seconds.  I was out of my depth.

“Are we going to have sex?” I whispered into her ear.

“I’m on the pill, Fred.  Don’t ask me why.”

“That’s a yes?”

“Just do it!”

I was so eager to fuck that I did not remove her bikini top, just the bottoms.  In my ignorance I didn’t investigate her body nor explore what her luxuriant bush concealed.  I merely rolled between her ample thighs, which she raised beside me, and plunged my pecker into her warm tightness.  I came almost at once.

“I expected that,” she said.  “The boy I had when I was thirteen was the same way, but he knocked me up.”

“But you’re on the pill now?” I asked with concern.

“Yeah, of course.  Mom put me on the pill after the abortion.”

Norma was less and less my kind of girl, but I had fucked for the first time, and she felt soft beneath me.  I had a entire summer ahead of me, maybe a summer of fucking my brains out.

“Why did you put off having sex after the first time?” I asked.

“Because the guy who did me bragged about it.  I didn’t want to become one of their sluts, so I never dated again.”

“This was just your second time?”

“Yeah, Fred, and your first.  Do you have any ideas about what we can do?”

“A few,” I answered.  I had seen a lot of stuff on the internet and knew the possibilities.

* * *

After splashing in the lake, where she rinsed away my semen that oozed from her cunt, we returned to the blanket.

“I want you to teach Tod about sex,” she said quietly.  “He’s the safest guy I know.  You’ll be gone in a few weeks.”

“Your brother?”

“Why not?  I’m not religious.”

“How can I teach him, Norma?  I don’t know much myself.”

“We can learn together.  I’ve heard about oral sex.  I’m willing, if you are.”

Of course I had seen such action in numerous videos downloaded from the internet, but I had always imagined going down on a girl with more slender thighs and not much hair at her pussy.  I suppose I preferred twelve year olds.

“You want it now?” I asked.

“Whenever you’re ready, I am.”

I started perfunctorily, lapping my tongue at her pussy, a soft thigh occasionally brushing my cheek.  She gave me instructions, and I soon got it right.  She cried out and thrust herself at my mouth in climax.  I felt proud of myself and delighted, although a hair was caught between my front teeth and wouldn’t come out.

“That was fantastic, Fred!” she exclaimed after a moment.  “I suppose I’ll have to suck on you now.”

“That’s the deal,” I said.

She played with my cock for a while, kissing it and licking the knob tentatively.

“Stuff comes out?” she asked, looking up at me.

“You know that, Norma.  I’ll tell you when.”

She fit her lips around my knob then began to suck.  This time it took a few minutes before I felt the magic tingle in the head of my cock.  I grasped her head with both hands.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her.

But her response was too slow.  She took the first spurt in her mouth, and as she recoiled the rest slimed her face.  She spat out my emissions and wiped a backhand across her messy lips.

“That was something,” she remarked, after rubbing her lips together then extending her tongue to taste a residue.  “Girls don’t make such a mess.”

“You get wet and juicy,” I said.

“It’s not so bad,” she remarked.  “We could do this a lot.”

* * *

Norma and I fucked twice more that day, and I enjoyed her soft, ample flesh enormously.  But I was troubled at the prospect of having sex with twelve year old Tod.  Norma brought up the issue more than once.  She was determined.

“But why me?” I asked.  “Can’t you get him alone and just do it?”

“I’m his sister, Fred.  He’d freak out, if I came on to him like that.  No, it has to be you.  Have sex with him then suggest doing it three-way with me.  Then he won’t know that I’m hot to have him.”

“But he probably won’t be interested in doing queer stuff,” I protested.

“It’s worth a shot, Fred.  He said to me that you’re a nice looking guy.  I know that he’s just begun to masturbate.  He told me.  We’re that close.”

“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble seducing him.  You could take it slowly.”

“No.  I want him to think he’s the one who started it, that you talked him into it and that you overcame my objections.”

I laughed briefly.  In my senior political science class I had learned about “deniability.”  That’s what Norma wanted.

“You’ll be gone in a few weeks, Fred.  I want to have Tod in place as my guy before you leave.”

“But I’m not queer!” I insisted.

That outburst was my own “deniability.”  I was curious about queerness and actually wanted to have sex with the pretty boy.  I couldn’t imagine doing it with a more masculine guy.

“So what?” she asked.  “Tod’s pretty.  Isn’t that enough?”

“He’s a guy with a cock, Norma, however pretty he looks.”

She pressed close to me and enfolded my cock.  “Please, Fred,” she said against my lips.  “I’ll let you do anything with me.”

“I already have,” I responded.

“Not everything,” she said with a wicked grin.

“You mean butt fucking?”

The thought of doing that aroused me, because Norma possessed a very inviting butt and generous, soft thighs.

“That’ll be your reward,” she said then went down on me again.

* * *

Norma and Tod were waiting for me at the cove the next morning.  She immediately contrived a pretext to return home, leaving me alone with the boy.  We splashed in the water and engaged in rough housing, before stretching out on the blanket.

“Do you have a girl friend, Fred?” he asked out of the blue.  “I mean really …”

“You want to know if I’ve had sex?  The answer is yes.  I’ve fucked three girls so far,” I lied.

“What’s it like?  I mean, I can’t even imagine it.”

“It’s a hell of a lot better than whacking off, even better than getting a blow job.”

A blush reddened his unblemished cheeks.

“You think about blow jobs?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” he answered, turning his face away.

“You’re holding back, Tod.  There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I did it once,” he whispered almost inaudibly.

“You’ve had a blow job?”

He shook his head, still not looking at me.

“I see,” I remarked, placing a hand on his near bare thigh, the feel of which causing my cock to swell.  “It’s no big deal.  I’ve done it more than once.”

He turned quickly to look at me.

“You have?

“Yeah, but not recently.  When I was your age and a little older, I had three buddies.  We did circle jerks.  That’s how it started.  How about you?”

Tod blushed again, but did not turn his face away.  “I did it only once, with a cousin who doesn’t live on the island.  He was too young to squirt.”

“Did you squirt?”

“Nah.  I only started doing that last month.”

I moved my hand up the thigh near to the hem of his swim suit.  “You know, Tod, it’s really private here.  We could fool around, if you want.”

He looked directly into my face then hunched his shoulders.  I palmed his groin and was surprised by the size of his hard cock.

“You’re pretty big,” I said.  “Will you let me see it?”

He laid back onto the blanket and grinned up at me.

“You’ll only be around for a few weeks,” he said.  “Nobody here will find out what we do.”

I leaned on an elbow above him then ran my hand across his stomach and hairless chest.

“You’re curious about gay sex,” I said, suspecting the truth.  “Do you want to find out what it’s like to do the full queer thing?”

After he nodded, I leaned down to kiss him on the lips.  He kissed back.

“Someone might come along,” he said, sitting up.  “I know a secret place.”

He led me to the shore where we waded along the rocky coast to a small cave that had a sandy floor.

We kissed again.  I knelt on the sand in front of him, fondled his shapely legs with both hands then pulled down his swim trunks.  His circumcised cock, which was reasonably thick, was about five inches long.  A few, isolated hairs grew at its base.

With both hands on his butt cheeks and a finger diddling his ass hole, I sucked cock for the first time — avidly.  It wasn’t long before he came off.  He didn’t make much, just an oozing that coated my tongue.  Even so he appeared to enjoy a huge pleasure, squeaking and pulling my hair.

Then I stood and stripped naked.  He seemed to be impressed by my larger cock.  We kissed again.

“To bad we don’t have any lube,” I said.  “We could fuck each other.”

He nodded, surprising me by his evident willingness to engage in butt fucking.

“I’ll bring some Vaseline tomorrow,” he said.

Then he knelt before me and gave me a blow job.  He didn’t back away when I started coming.  He took it all into his mouth and spat.

We lay together for some time, not speaking, but touching and exploring each other’s body with hands and lips.

“I think I’m queer,” he eventually said, breaking the silence.

“It’s too soon to decide that, Tod.  I felt the same way when I was about your age, but then I discovered girls and what they had to offer.”

“I’ll never find a girl!” he exclaimed.

“What about Norma?”

“She’s my sister!”

“Of course she is, but also a girl.  You aren’t religious, are you?”

“Nah, but she wouldn’t let me do anything, even if I wanted to.”

“Don’t be so sure.  I think I can talk her into it.  I had sex with her yesterday.”

“You did?” he exclaimed.

“Yeah.  And we talked about maybe doing it three way with another guy, but she couldn’t think of anyone to join us.  Do you want me to ask her this afternoon?  If she says yes, you can act reluctant as though I’m forcing you somehow.”

“Do you think there’s a chance?” he asked with evident eagerness.

“Tell you what.  I’ll meet Norma at the cove this afternoon.  You hide and spy on us, and when we’re naked and making out, you come along and discover us.  I’ll take it from there.”

* * *

“He’s behind those rocks just beyond the cove,” I told Norma.  “He’ll come out and ‘discover’ us after we’re naked.  Pretend to be upset.  You’ll both be putting on an act.”

The scene played out as I intended.  Tod spotted us naked and faked being shocked, although he continued to approach, staring at Norma’s naked body.  Norma behaved like a bitchy older sister, but she didn’t tell him to go away, of course.

“You get naked too, Tod,” I said.

“Do I have to?” he whined, convincingly.

“I’m naked!” Norma exclaimed.  “You’re staring at me.  It’s only fair!”

Tod tossed a small tube of Vaseline onto the blanket, giving away the pretense, then quickly stripped naked, grinning.

“I didn’t expect this,” Norma said in wonder, enfolding the boy’s impressive cock.

He, in turn, reached down to fondle both of her tits.

“Why don’t you fuck?” I suggested.

“He’ll come too soon,” Norma objected.

“Okay,” I said.  “Tod and I have some unfinished business from yesterday.  I think you’ll enjoy watching this.”

I picked up the tube of Vaseline.  “Who’s first?” I asked the boy.

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied.  “Me, I suppose.”

We kissed like lovers then reclined onto the blanket, he face down with legs apart.  I slicked my cock then moved atop him.  “Relax,” I whispered as I pushed my cock at his opening.  “Christ!” he exclaimed when my knob popped through, but he did not otherwise protest as I penetrated fully.  It did not take long before I came inside the pretty boy.

Then it was my turn.  I climbed off Tod, catching a glimpse of his sister, who stood looking on in fascination frigging herself.

I relaxed as best I could, but I still experienced discomfort when Tod began to bugger me.  I suppose it would have been better had I not just come and were more sexually aroused.  As it was, I endured his humping of my ass and was relieved when he came a minute later.

Then we went to the shore to wash our shitty cocks.  Norma offered us a bar of soap that she had brought along in anticipation of washing a cock with her own shit on it.

“Now he’ll last,” I said to her.

“But he’s soft,” she complained.

“Use your imagination,” I suggested.

She took the soap and thoroughly washed her brother’s cock, which became semi-hard.  Then she knelt in the water and sucked him to full erection.  We hurried back to the blanket.

“Sit down on Tod’s cock,” I said as I slimed my cock, “and lean forward.”

“I don’t want to do that yet, Fred.  I want to have a proper fuck, just him and me.”

I found that to be a reasonable request.  It would be their first incestuous coupling.  I stepped back and watched them fuck.  Tod was on top between upraised knees, pumping away like a veteran.  Norma was clearly aroused from the start, but I think it was more emotional than physical excitement.  She was, after all, fucking her darling, pretty kid brother.  Tod came after about three minutes.

“I’m not finished,” Norma wailed.

I urged Tod to move and took his place.  I pounded Norma with long, rapid strokes that soon brought us both off.

Later I waded near the shore while Tod and Norma kissed and snuggled on the blanket like lovers, eventually fucking again.

“We have to leave now,” Norma called to me sometime later.  They pulled on their swim gear, gathered their things and left without a further word. 

I never saw them again.  I had no idea where they lived, and I didn’t inquire about it, because it became obvious to me that I was the odd man out.  They had gotten what they wanted.  But I too had achieved something.  I wouldn’t go to college a virgin.  And I knew what it was like to have sex with a pretty, twelve year old boy.

END

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