AUTHOR	Blackdog
DATE ADDED	15th November 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	f/m, inc, bro/sis

"It's true," said Jackie Warner as she grabbed for another fistful of fries as she and her best friend Veronica sat in a booth at the Burger Barn. "I read it in a book. Guys get boners while they sleep."

Veronica Novas wrinkled up her cute 13-year-old nose in fake disgust. Jackie was always talking about sex; she seemed to be obsessed about it, more so than any eighth-grader should be. But Veronica was secretly as turned on about the topic as her friend.

"God, Jackie, that's kind of weird. Are they like having dirty dreams, or what?" she asked, trying to imagine the males she knew sleeping with their wieners all stiff and throbbing.

"I'm not sure," Jackie replied, tossing her long, shimmering dark hair. "I think maybe it's like just part of their sleep cycle or something. It said that guys get erections several times a night, all night long."

"Doesn't it wake them up?" asked Veronica. Her mind's eye presented for her a sexy tableau of the turgid sausages of her sexy father and cute brothers. "I mean, a big old boner... "

"I guess not," said Jackie. "Otherwise they'd never get any sleep."

Veronica combed her delicate hand through her thick, wavy honey brown hair. "I don't know. Maybe some men have it happen to them, but I find it hard to believe."

Jackie giggled impishly. "I think it's kind of sexy. To think that my father and granddad are lying there in their beds, just a few feet from my room, each with a gigantic hard-on. It makes me tingle all over just to think about it."

Veronica's own brain was swimming with the thought. "Well, it might be fun to find out for sure, wouldn't it?" she said. "I mean to find out if that book was really telling the truth."

Jackie's attention was riveted now. "What are thinking about? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

Veronica looked both ways to make sure no one in the fast food dining room could hear her. "What if we could like, spy, on a male when he's asleep? I mean, like sneak in and pull back the covers and see if there's a big old lump in their pajamas."

Jackie put a hand over her mouth and stifled a delighted little cry. "And what if they're not wearing pajamas? Or even shorts?"

Veronica leaned forward and looked into her friend's eyes with a devilish look. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," she deadpanned, and both girls then went into a loud fit of laughter. When they had regained their composure, they made a pact to do their "research" that very night, and sealed it with a handshake and a hug.

Veronica -- who went variously by the nicknames of "Ronnie," "Ron" and "Rone" -- took her deal seriously, and even had a plan. Her handsome father, Henry, had broken a leg skiing the year before, and the doctor had prescribed sleeping pills to help get him rest while the leg healed.

She knew that when her father had taken the pills, he had drifted off quickly to a deep, solid sleep from which it was almost impossible to awaken him. In fact, the pills had been so strong that he had used only a few of them, and set the rest in the medicine cabinet.

The pretty young girl decided that the best way to start her inquiry was with her 11-year-old brother, Sean. Her other brother, Jake, was 15 and her father a youthful 38, but she concluded that if her plan went awry, she'd be better able to explain being caught in her younger brother's room, since it was next to her own.

She warmed to the idea because she had always been fascinated by the penis. Even she was a toddler, she loved to look at her brothers' willies, when sometimes she was able to catch a glimpse. She even used to sometimes be able to sweet-talk her way into showering with her father, a privilege that was cut short at age five when she tugged on his thick, drooping manhood.

Her own body, she decided, wasn't bad. Thin, but not skinny, she was 5-foot, 2-inches tall and possessed of a merry face with a bright white smile, creamy tan skin. Her big, round eyeglasses were more of an asset than a hindrance, as they gave her an impish schoolgirl look, which, of course, she was.

Her breasts were still pretty small -- just two ice-cream scoops topped by dark, dainty nipples -- but her belly was flat and her buns were well-shaped and high above slinky legs.

She was also a very good planner. She knew that her parents made each of their three children drink a glass of milk before bed, a kind of old-fashioned habit their folks had forced on them. Veronica made sure she slipped a sleeping pill into Sean's glass and then went to her own room and waited.

At midnight her alarm buzzed lowly and awakened her. By now, she reasoned, everybody would be asleep, but especially Sean. Dressed in her sweet little cotton nightie that stopped about mid-thigh, she slipped out of her bed, flicked on a bedside light and got ready.

Her kit included a scrunchie for her long hair. She tied her thick tresses into a knot on the right side of her head, and into it stuck a penlight which would function much as did the lamp on a miner's helmet. She even brought her little digital camera in case she had enough nerve to try to get evidence to go along with her research.

Stealthily she padded down the hall to her brother's room, where the door was always half-open at night. Still in darkness, moving by memory, she entered his room and quietly pushed the door shut behind her.

Her heart was gently pounding as she approached her brother's bed. He was breathing heavily, turned on his left side and snuggled up under the covers. Veronica stood at the edge of the bed now, rehearsing in her mind what she was going to do.

"Sean, are you awake?" she whispered. She held her breath for a moment; if he'd awakened, she was going to tell him some lie about "I heard a noise and got scared," but there was no stirring. She repeated it again, louder, and still got no reaction. Finally, she took told of his shoulder and gently shook it. On he slept.

Emboldened, she gently grasped his left shoulder and pushed it back so that he lay bellyup. She reached up into her hair and flicked on the penlight, making sure that it didn't shine right in Sean's eyes.

"Here goes nothing," she said to herself, and slowly drew down the covers, sliding them down from his chin to his chest, then to his belly and finally to his knees. Eagerly, she gazed down at his preteen crotch and broke into a big smile.

"Bingo!" she said. For tenting up his colorful pajamas, clear as day in the circle of white-yellow cast by the light, was the cutest little stiffy. Even though Sean's darling hard-on was totally covered by his clothing, the sight of it still shot an erotic thrill through her eighth-grade body. She felt her nipples prickle and harden, and her sweet virgin cunt get ever-so-slippery.

She stared at her sleeping brother's bulge for a long moment, then decided that she wanted to get a better look. Veronica sucked in a ragged breath and moved her small hand to the top of his pajama bottoms. Gently, slowly, with great care, she unsnapped the metal clasps on top and below and peeled open his pajama pants. She was rewarded with the sexy vision of her own brother's virile little boner stretching the white cotton of his briefs.

"Wow!" said Veronica in a low voice. "That is so... sexy," she murmured. "I wonder... " Intoxicated by the sight of the throbbing but covered boycock, she reached down again, and took hold of the waistband of Sean's briefs. Again, with tremendous craft and care, she pulled the waist out, and with the help of a second hand, slid it down to where his delicious youthful sex tackle was on display before her naughty sister's peeping eyes. She hooked the waistband of his shorts under his wonderful balls.

The sight of her "little" brother's throbbing cock stunned Veronica. She had never seen anything quite so wonderful. It was a perfect pink, a flawless shaft of sexy meat crowned by a sweet, helmet-like head, itself topped by the snug lips of his piss-slit. And below this delicious visual feast of slumbering male sexuality were two sweet, round balls, dusted gently by a few soft hairs.

"Holy moley!" Veronica intoned. She felt her own body heating up, and she grew braver and braver. She began to investigate his equipment, tracing a finger up and down the surface of his four-inch shaft, cupping his juicy balls, leaning down to inhale the heady smell of boy-crotch, the smell redolent of sweat and pee and baby powder from a bath earlier that day.

The 13-year-old girl's mind was swimming with desire and speculation as she touched her unconscious baby-brother's innocent stiff pecker. So it was true that males -- boys and men -- got boners when they slept. That meant that every night she was sleeping in a house surrounded by attractive males with mouth-watering hard-ons! And if 11-year-Sean's cock was an almost-irresistible four inches of hard maleness, how wonderful would be the stiff meat belonging to her older brother and father?

Anxious to learn more about this fascinating subject, Veronica started to stroke two fingertips up and down the shaft of Sean's penis. As she did that, Sean reacted slightly in his sleep, shifting his weight and opening his legs wider. Veronica grinned. "He likes it!" she whispered.

Struck by an idea, she pulled back the covers all the way, slithered Sean's pants down to his ankles, and unbuttoned his shirt, baring his smooth chest. Craving new knowledge of the male body, she leaned down and, kitten-like, licked her sleeping brother's small red-brown nipples, and then suckled on them gently; first one, then the other.

She traced a light hand along his taut belly, trickled her fingers across his twitching boner and rolling balls and then put it between his thighs. With both hands she pulled his legs open, and then leaned down to rub her smooth face against his thighs and sniff deeply of his healthy male musk.

Veronica caressed his darling tight ass-globes and skated her hands along their firm curves. A finger teased down to the edge of his anus, which seemed to make his cock twitch up harder; and then traced back up between his rear hole and his balls. She was delirious with excitement and desire; her own tits felt so big and swollen; her nipples spiked to unheard-of lengths and her thighs were getting slippery with the girl-juices that seeped from her virgin cunt.

There was one more thing she was curious about; she heard that boys and men sometimes had what were known as "wet dreams," where they would shoot off their hot sperm while they slept. The idea fascinated her; just think, not only males in her house going around with boners, but shooting their yummy cum into their pants without anything more stimulating than a naughty dream?

She knew that her older brother and dad were old enough to squirt semen, but was young Sean? And what did it look, smell and taste like? How did it happen, exactly? Does it stream out like piss, or shoot out all or once, or what? There was only one way to answer these questions, Veronica knew.

The inquisitive 13-year-old minx took her baby brother's cock in his cool, small hand and began to slowly stroke up and down, up and down. As Sean moved and writhed in his sleep, she tightened her grip on his beautiful four-inch stiffy and quickened the pace.

She watched in gleeful wonder as the unconscious lad stretched his limbs, opened his legs wider and arched her back upwards, trying -- even in his deep slumber -- to force his rock-hard preteen boner into wonderful unseen force pleasuring him.

Veronica was grinning in delight; he was getting harder and stiffer and longer in his grasp. His nipples were hardening and his chest was falling and rising rapidly. It mirrored her own arousal, and she dived a hand into her now-sopping panties, where two fingers found her clit and began to frantically massage it.

"Unhh, unhhhh, unhhh!" moaned Sean, still asleep but clearly approaching the throes of orgasmic delight. His cock throbbed like living steel in his sister's loving hand; she shook her head in wonderment at what a terrific idea this was turning out to be. She could feel her own climax starting to approach as her super-excited clit throbbed and pulsed under the assault of her horny fingers.

"Mmmm, Sean, you are so sexy, you dirty little brother," whispered Veronica. "Have you got any cum in those cute little balls? Can you shoot out a big load of hot sperm for Rone, your loving big sister? Can you?"

On an impulse, she leaned down and swiped her sweet tongue roughly against the head of Sean's turgid cock; and a second nasty impulse she teased the tip into the slit there.

That did. With a loud groan, Sean lifted his buns off the bed and began to squirt. Superhot, slippery, steaming jets of sweet virgin boy-cum blasted out of the flared tip of the sixth-grader's cock and caught Veronica in the face, some jets going right into her mouth, others splashing messily on her glasses.

In reaction, Veronica stopped jacking his cock; instead, she clenched her fingers around it, which stopped the spurting. Pulling off her glasses, she worked her tongue around and decided that she LOVED the taste of semen, and tilted Sean's congested cock back up into her mouth and then resuming her milking of his penis.

She flopped on her side and leaned over to suck the spurting cum from her brother's grade-school cock while she fingered herself. The fantastic taste of the semen, the excitement of the scene and the pressure of fingers on his clit and cuntlips were soon enough to drive the cute eighth-grader over edge into her own shattering orgasm.

"OHHH=OHHH=OHHHH-OHH!" moaned Veronica as her clit exploded and her cunt convulsed and contracted. She was trying be as quiet as possible, but it was a difficult task to masturbate, suck down a boy's -- your own brothers! -- spurting cum and still remember to stifle your voice.

For a full minute, Veronica jacked and sucked and gulped down her brother's cum while she jerked and thrashed through her own climax. Finally, no new jets of boy-milk filled her mouth; and no new explosions rocked her cunt.

She was about to put things back together again when she remembered her camera. If Sean hadn't awakened through all of this, he's hardly stir because of a little flash. Still, to be on the safe side, when she aimed her camera at his denuded crotch, she made certain the flash didn't strike his eyes.

Through the viewfinder she could see his four-inch cock, still mostly hard, with a little drip of semen oozing from the tip. Jackie would flip if she could see this picture. Then another naughty thought occurred to her. When she'd teased her finger near his asshole, his cock had lurched up; maybe she could get a real good boner for this picture!

She lined up her shot, framing his 11-year-old cock and balls perfectly, then slid her right index finger into her sleeping brother's hairless rectum.

"Ohmigosh!" cried Veronica, not only did the finger up his ass stiffen Sean's cock to full thickness and reach, it pumped another wad of sperm from its red tip. The camera flashed at the perfect moment, just as the young boy squirted out a big, hot chunk of his cum onto his flat belly.

Veronica decided she's pushed her luck enough by then; she yanked Sean's pants back up, threw the covers up over him and raced out the door. Breathing heavily, she dived back into her own room and under the comforter. She waited a minute until she was sure her raid had been completed without detection and pulled out the camera again.

Looking at the LCD display in the back of the camera, a grin split her pretty schoolgirl face. There is was; proof of her quest. Along with the sexist image in the world, of a male squirting his cum because of her. She yanked down her panties and fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm until she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep...

 

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