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 Author: Portheus
Title: Growing Up Nudist 2
Keywords: inc, exhib, MFgmb, ped, cons, g1st, Mg, mg, bg, mbg, Mmb, Fg,
1st, b1st, m1st, ws
Copyright: January, 2013
Summary: A precocious and impetuous young girl's curiosity about sex can
no longer be repressed in the look-but-don't-touch world of a Florida
nudist resort.
Warning: This is just a story.  Please do not try this at home.  Sex
with minors is a very bad thing, and while it's fun to fantasize about it
sometimes, it's probably unhealthy to think about it too much.
   Growing Up Nudist Part 2
   A week or so later, after I fucked my mom and dad and brothers and
probably got pregnant but didn't really know yet, things had mostly settled
down among the family.  Mostly.  My mom said that at age 11 I was still too
young to go on The Pill, and that I really shouldn't be fucking my family
anyway.  Oh, my brothers and I still jerked off together a lot: how could
we not?  Being horny pre-teens surrounded by nakedness, we were going to
jerk off anyway, and it was way more fun doing it together.  And since we
had already gone "all the way" already, what was the harm in helping each
other get off?  But we didn't fuck anymore, because I didn't want to get
pregnant, and there was still a chance that I wasn't pregnant already.  Or
so I kept telling myself.
   Oh wait.  Oral and anal sex doesn't count as fucking, do they?  To me
those just seem like different ways to masturbate with a friend.  Using
just your hands all the time gets really boring after a while.  Mom still
doesn't like me sucking off my two brothers, and she thinks letting them
fuck my tight little butt is even worse.  She thinks we should find more
appropriate partners outside the family, and I agree!  But kids our own age
are pretty scarce around the nudist resort, and in the meantime, we get
pretty horny.  And that's dangerous!  I told her that it's hard to make
sensible decisions about love and life when you're all moist between the
legs.  Besides, living in close quarters with my two randy brothers and my
dreamy hot dad, stuff is just going to happen at home from time to time
until I find a real boyfriend of my own.
   Like this morning, for example.  I had just finished taking a pee and
was sitting there wondering if I needed to go number two as well...  with
only two bathrooms for five people, you don't want to give up occupancy of
a perfectly good toilet during the morning rush until you are sure you
won't need it again...  when my dad came racing in with a great big
piss-hard-on.  He saw me on the throne and backed out again, glanced down
the hall at the closed door on the other bathroom, looked around
frantically, and zoned in on the sink.  Now living at a nudist resort,
there are always plenty of public rest rooms no more than a short walk
away, but it's considered poor taste to go outside showing morning wood. 
He looked at me with a sort of embarrassed "what can you do?" expression
and headed for the sink, which is what the boys in the family, and
sometimes the girls, do in an emergency.
   "Wait, Daddy!  I'm about to brush my teeth," I said.  The boys aren't as
fastidious about cleaning the sink afterwards as we girls.  And besides,
with that hard-on I wasn't sure about his aim.  Aim?  Hmmm.
   "How's your aim, Daddy?" I grinned, spreading my legs.  He stood there
gawping for a second, so I gently grasped his penis and led him toward me,
positioning his knees right between mine.  I aimed his fat woody right
between my legs, but the head of his cock was at eye level so that I could
actually see his pee coming out!  That would be cool, and educational too.
   Daddy looked so confused!  He knew that Mommy wouldn't approve, but
geez, his bladder was about to burst and his little girl had her hand on
his big hot boner, pointing it right at her little pussy.  It must have
seemed naughty, but NECESSARY!  So he stood there and let me aim him, and
tried to relax and let himself flow...  but apparently that's hard to do
when you have a raging hard-on and your little girl is curiously studying
the head of your cock, waiting to get a close-up demonstration of exactly
how boys pee.  That, and he didn't want to splash all over the bathroom. 
He just stood there, throbbing in my hand.  A tiny droplet of pre-cum
glistened in a shaft of golden sunlight from the little window, and when it
grew so large that it dripped a long slow glistening drop onto my naked
leg. It looked so yummy, bobbing there, right in front of my face.  I
wanted to wrap my lips around his big knob and swirl my tongue around it,
but I was afraid I might get a mouthful of pee.  I was watching him so
intently that he must have gotten pee-shy.  He gave up and got down on his
knees right in front of me.
   That put us face-to-face and cock-to-pussy, which was also nice, and
potentially much neater, though I was a little disappointed not to see
Daddy pee right up close.  I looked down and his big hard cock, wishing I
could slide it right into my suddenly slick slit, but I aimed it between my
legs instead; if there was any splashing, my legs would funnel it into the
toilet.  I put my free hand on his shoulder to steady him, and apparently,
that was enough to let him relax a little.  After a few seconds of quiet
waiting, my hand felt the vibration of urine flowing through his cock,
which is a pretty neat sensation, followed by his hot pee splashing off my
pubic mound.  I angled the stream down so that it hit my clitty, which by
now was erect and waiting for its bath.  It was a strong hot stream, and
tickled my clit pleasantly for nearly a minute I would guess, but of course
that was not nearly long enough.  As he flowed I pulled him toward me so
that his piss-hole was right on top of my clit, gently touching my most
sensitive spot.  I was just starting to feel all hot and trembly when the
flow slowed and stopped.  I thought he was done, but then his cock pulsed
even bigger in my hand and a squirt came out, then another, and two more. A
little shiver passed through my little girl parts because I thought he was
cumming, but he was just forcing out the last little bit of pee.
   I didn't let go of his cock yet.  I pulled him closer, and our lips met
in a kiss of exactly the sort that daughters are not supposed to give their
daddies: loving and tender, tongues darting in and out, warm and
passionate. He put his arms around me, stroked my back, and settled his big
rough hands on the soft tanned skin of my slender little ass.  I started
massaging his cock, jacking him up and down, still gently rubbing the tip
of his cock on my clit.  I guess the excitement of peeing on his daughter's
pussy must have gotten him really excited, because it only took a minute or
so before he groaned and ejaculated right into my slit.  That first shot
came out hard, making a SPLAT noise against my bare pussy lips, so he must
have had a really strong orgasm.  I aimed the rest of his pulses right on
my clitty, and felt them run down my crack and drip off my bottom.  He held
me tenderly and fondled my little ass for a bit while he caught his breath,
and then kissed me on the mouth, both cheeks, and then both small flushed
breasts before standing up.  I still held his softening cock in my hand, so
I guided it into my mouth to lick off the smeared cum.  I love the taste of
my daddy's cum, but there wasn't much of it, and it tasted more like pee.
That was a new taste for me, and I wasn't sure I liked it; but loved my
daddy and it was his pee, and sucking it off his big warm softening cock
made it just fine.  I loved the taste of my daddy's skin, and his cock had
a raunchier, sexier taste than his lips and chest and nipples.  I sucked
him down my throat as far as I could and felt his pubic bush tickling my
nose.  I inhaled his musky male scent and swirled my tongue around the
bottom of his cock and practiced suppressing the gag reflex as his bulbous
head bumped gently against the back of my throat.
I thought for a minute he might get hard again, but he pulled away,
kissed me on top of my head, smiled gratefully, and told me that he had
never done anything that kinky ever before in his life.  That surprised me,
and made me a little proud.  To think that I, an innocent little 11 year
old girl, could out-kink my dad.  Then he just gave me a dazed smile and
took off.
   Of course I didn't get off with Daddy, but I gave myself a really nice
cum while washing off the mess in the shower.  And yes, Daddy could have
peed in the shower and not gotten the sink dirty, but since the sink is at
cock-level, boys never think of that.
   But none of that has anything to do with the story I wanted to tell you!
Sorry.  Where was I?
   So anyway, things were starting to get back to some sort of normal for
my family, and we were starting to settle into a nice relaxing uneventful
summer at the nudist resort.  I was walking down to the camp office to buy
a soft drink, wearing my pink flip-flops and fuchsia Lolita-style
sunglasses, and carrying my towel, sunblock, and coin purse in my Mickey
Mouse tote bag, when I saw a little rented RV creep cautiously up to the
office.  A family of four piled out, which surprised me, because the little
Class-B RV hardly seemed big enough for four.  They bunched together and
looked all around curiously, eyes wide and mouths gaping, and the father
herded the rest into the office quickly.
   I had never seen a more obvious bunch of textiles in my life.  Textiles
are non-nudists.  I would guess that they had never even been to a textile
camp before, because they were all wearing nice clothing: slacks, sport
shirts, and shiny shoes for the boys, and pressed dresses for the girls...
with hair ribbons.  Well, I thought, maybe they just came from a funeral or
something.  Those clothes would be sweat-stained and muddy before they got
to their cabin.  This was Florida, after all.  On the other hand, the boy
was about my age, or maybe a year or two older, and the little girl looked
like she might be just a year or two younger than my little brother.  I
shouldn't write them off just because they were textiles.  A girl needs a
social life!
   I stopped to watch a red rat snake sunning himself on the road.  It
wasn't very big, no more than two feet long.  I knew it was harmless
because I used to have one as a pet.  He was just hanging out, not really
doing anything interesting, so I shooed him away toward the fields before
someone decided to run over him or shoot him or something.  People can be
cruel.
   By the time I got to the office, the father was arguing with Mrs. 
Nelson, the sweet motherly old lady who ran the office when the owner was
out.  Which was most of the time.  She's hard to argue with, because she's
patient, imperturbable, pleasant, and inflexible.  She knew the camp's
rules inside out, since she made most of them, and she had been running the
office long enough that there are very few situations that the rules didn't
cover.  The argumentative man kept glancing down at her boobs, which were
big and round and floppy and tanned, with surprisingly large brown areolas
and long nipples.  She was thick around the waist and had big meaty hips
and kind of skinny legs.  Her hair do hadn't changed for as long as I could
remember, and it went out of style 30 years ago.  Her voice was deep and
rasping from 40 years of cigarettes.
   I don't know what he was arguing about, something about cabin rental
rates, but when he saw me his eyes got real wide and he stared at me, just
a little too long to be comfortable.  Plus, he had an erection, which is
not a good sign for newbie nudes.  He had been hiding it from Mrs.  Nelson
behind the counter, but from where I was standing it was pretty obviously
pushing out the front of his slacks.  Then for one reason or another he
turned back to Mrs.  Nelson, gave up the argument, signed his rental
agreement, and handed over his credit card.  The mother and daughter were
off in the corner looking intensely at the T-shirts for sale.  It's crazy,
I know, but all nudist camps sell souvenir T-shirts in the office.  The son
was trying hard to be casual and not to stare at Mrs.  Nelson's tits.
   From the expression on his face, one would think that he had never seen
boobs before!  I mean, he was at least as old as me, and with a pretty mom
and cute little sister, he must have seen some boobage at some point,
right? But he was blushing and looking at everything EXCEPT old Mrs. 
Nelson's chest, and then letting his eyes be drawn back to those big floppy
tits to commit them to memory before finding something less titty to look
at...  and like his dad, he also had a great big boner that his loose
slacks did little to hide.  When Mrs.  Nelson lifted her left boob to
retrieve the pack of cigarettes tucked underneath, I thought the kid would
run screaming back to the RV.  Judging by the stunned look on his face, I
guess it's a shock and a disappointment to find out that REAL boobs don't
always look like the ones you see online.
   I guess he hadn't really noticed me yet.  He was too focused on trying
to get an eyeful of Mrs.  Nelson without looking like a perv.  Then he
self-conciously looked down at the floor again and his gaze landed right
smack on my pussy.  His jaw dropped in surprise.  He looked me in the eye,
glanced down at my tanned little A-and-a-half cup titties, darted down to
my slender legs, my hips that were just starting to get curvy enough to be
interesting, and back to my long silky blonde hair that had just caught a
breeze from the open doorway and was shining in a shaft of morning
sunlight. Just like a shampoo commercial.  Well, that's the way I remember
it, anyway; maybe I'm over-romanticizing.  He gaped at me, trying not to
stare, and his boner seemed to get a boner.  I smiled, showing off my
pretty dimples and relaxed into my most uncontrived unselfconscious sexy
pose, the one I had practiced in front of the mirror that very morning in
case I met a cute boy.  And his boner's boner got a boner: fractal boners,
soon to be sprouting through the fabric of his pants.  Well, since he had
his dick hidden away, with a tiny little wet spot starting to seep through
the dark fabric, it seemed plausible at the time.
   The boy swallowed, did his best to look me in the eye, and to smile
back. Maybe there was hope for him, I thought.
   I walked over to the cooler and picked out a diet Mountain Dew, trying
hard to let my hips sway as I walked, but I had never quite gotten the hang
of sashaying around in the way that comes naturally to my mom.  Mom said I
would probably grow into it.  It's funny the way I envy her big sexy bottom
and she envies my narrow little girl butt.
   I could feel the boy's eyes burning into my backside; since I wasn't
looking at him, he could stare all he wanted to.  I could almost hear him
salivating.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mrs.  Nelson looking
over her glasses at him disapprovingly.
   "Sissy, dear?" Since my brothers called me Big Sis or Li'l Sis, folks
around the resort had taken to calling me "Sissy."
   "Yes, Mrs.  Nelson?" I responded sweetly.
   "Be a dear, would you, and show the Heddes to Lot number 3?  Oh, you can
have the drink, sweetie.  Put your money away." This was unusual for her to
pass up 75 cents, but I think it was worth it for her to get rid of Mr. 
Hedde.  She usually gave people the grand tour.
   "Sure, Mrs.  Nelson!  Thanks for the drink." I looked at the boy and
said, "Hi.  You can call me Sissy too if you like.  What's your name?"
   When he suddenly realized that I was a real person with whom he was
going to have to socially interact and not just some naked fantasy babe, he
blushed deeply and stammered out a name.  I'm going to call these kids
Hansel and Gretel, for reasons that may be clear later.  Or not.  He smiled
nervously, tentatively, and tried hard to look me in the eyes.  OK, I
thought.  He's a textile, out of his environment, but he's making an
effort. That's a good sign.
   "Come on, it's just as easy to walk.  It's not far."
   "We'll follow in the RV.  Come on, Hansel," his dad barked gruffly. 
Then his wife just said, "Richard!" and shot him a meaningful look.  I
guess it was meaningful.  Married people seem to have their own private
code.  Anyway, he amended himself: "OK, you two go ahead.  Gretel!  Come
on!"
   Hansel and I dawdled in the parking lot and tried to make small talk
while the rest of the family arranged themselves and buckled into the
little RV.  "So, first timers?" I asked.
   "Is it so obvious?" he blushed again.  He was kind of cute.  A little
taller than me, fair skinned, red haired, slender, gawky...  self-conscious
about his family, his hair, his clothes, his hard-on...
   I laughed.  "From the moment you drove up.  Don't worry.  You'll get
used to it.  What made you decide to try a nudist resort?"
   "I'm not sure," he said.  "It was my stepdad's idea.  It took him a
while to talk Mom into it.  Something about adding excitement to their
marriage, or something.  Gretel and I were not consulted."
   I frowned.  That did not bode well.  Kids take to nudism pretty easily
when they are young, but they get all self-conscious around puberty, when
their bodies and voices are changing so profoundly.  His sister would
probably be OK, but throwing a 13 year old textile boy into a naked
environment was not a responsible thing to do.
   "Well, don't worry about it.  It's a bit of a shock at first, but if you
let yourself, you'll have fun here.  There's swimming, tennis, volleyball,
ping pong, plenty of woods to run around and explore...  even a playground,
if you're not too old for that."
   "I'm 13.  Not quite too old yet."
   "I'll introduce you to my brothers.  My older brother is almost 13. 
They play a lot of volleyball."
   "Cool." His dad backed out and started slowly making his way around the
potholes, so we started off down the gravel road.
   "Um," he started, "So...  how do you do it?"
   "Do what?"
   "Just...  walk around naked like that?"
   "I just do it.  I don't much think about it.  I guess it must be weird
at first if you're not used to it, but newbies tell me that after a few
hours they forget why it bothered them in the first place."
   "It's hard to imagine."
   "I go naked all summer.  When I have to go back to school and put on
clothes again, I feel like I'm suffocating.  I don't know how you can stand
to wear that stuff now.  Your shirt is soaking with sweat, plastered to
your back.  I'll bet your balls are just swimming in sweat down there."
   He blushed again when I mentioned his balls.  "Well," he evaded, "I
can't get naked right now anyway."
   "Oh, because of your boner?" I was starting to enjoy making him blush.
"Yeah, erections are frowned upon, but teenage cottontails get a free pass.
Once you stop thinking about it, it should go down by itself."
   "Cottontails?"
   "Think about it.  I'll bet the only part of you that isn't tanned is
your butt." How many times can this kid blush?  You'd think he would wear
out his blushing muscles.
   "I don't think it will go down by itself."
   "Well, maybe you'll have to give it some help."
   "Huh?"
   "Don't all boys jerk off regularly?" He blushed so deeply that I was
sure the rush of blood to his face would weaken his erection; I was wrong.
   "Jeez!  Well, sure.  Duh.  But I've been cooped up with the family in an
RV for three days.  It's the smallest, cheapest RV they could find. 
There's been no privacy at all.  To make matters worse, I've even had to
bunk with my sister!  I don't know what I'd do if, well, you know...." He
blushed again.
   I guess he was talking about the embarrassment of having a wet dream
while sleeping with his sister, or worse yet, a premature ejaculation!  I
could only imagine how mortifying that might be for a boy.  Or he may have
been thinking of something worse, something taboo.  Cuddled up naked with
his sister in a tiny little bunk might have led to all sorts of
naughtiness. I smiled, wondering what he wasn't telling me.  Then I
realized that what he probably wasn't telling me was that they were both
wearing jammies, and he didn't tell me that because it didn't occur to him
that people would go to bed naked.  I've never owned a set of PJs in my
life.  I wondered if he would spend the day naked and then put on jammies,
and then I thought that if he still had to share a tiny bunk then maybe he
should, and then I realized that I had been quiet way too long, and lord
knows what kind of weirdness he thought was running through my mind.  And
now it was my turn to blush.
   "That's tough.  There's not much privacy around here either.  The public
rest rooms and bath houses are pretty open, so you shouldn't try jerking
off in there.  If somebody catches you they will probably toss you out of
the resort.  But hey, I've got two brothers, so I know a little bit about
boys.  It is a biological necessity for you to jerk off and get rid of that
woody before walking around here naked.  If you can't get 10 minutes of
peace and quiet in your own bathroom, you can use ours.  Nobody will bother
you."
   This embarrassed him even further, but he muttered, "Thanks."
   "Don't let it worry you.  It's just biology.  Don't ever be ashamed of
the human body."
   We stopped in front of lot 3, which they could easily have found without
my help.  The front office was in plain sight behind us, and our cabin was
just down the road in front of us.  We chatted some more about school and
TV and books and music and stuff while his dad tried to wrangle the RV into
place by the hookups.  It was painful to watch, but it gave us some time to
talk to each other like human beings, and it turned out that Hansel was a
pretty nice kid.
   A minute or so after he turned off the engine, Gretel bounded out and
said, "Dick says we're supposed to play outside, in sight of the RV, while
he discusses something with mom."
   Hansel rolled his eyes.  "That means they are going to do it," Gretel
explained.
   "You call your dad Dick?" I asked.
   "He's NOT our dad," Gretel sniffed.  "He's our stepdad."
   "He prefers `Richard.' Let's give them a little quiet time.  In all
fairness, they haven't had any privacy either," Hansel observed.
   So we sat on the picnic table under the shade of a pine tree and I
pointed to where the pool and rec center were, and where my cabin was, and
where the nature trail started, and so on.  The RV started rocking, and it
was obvious that they were, as Gretel predicted, doing it.
   "Hey, look!  My little friend is back!" I cried, pointing at the little
rat snake making his way back onto the road.  Upon seeing it, Gretel
emitted one of those ear piercing high pitched squeals that only girls
under the age of 8 seem to be able to produce.  The RV immediately stopped
rocking and Dick ran out, naked, with his little erection glistening wetly.
   "What's going on?" he demanded.
   "Snake!" Gretel yelled.  Dick took a step back toward the RV.
   "It's harmless.  I'll get rid of it," I said.  "Can we go down to my
house to play?  I have X-Box.  It's that green cabin at the end of the
street."
   He looked me up and down again in that creepy pedo way again.  I pointed
at his feet and said, "Watch out for the ants." He looked down,
self-consciously covered his erection, and started backing quickly toward
the RV.
   "Yes, go play," he growled.  "Be back before dinner." And he dove back
into the RV and slammed the door.  Before I had safely sorted out the rat
snake, the RV was rhythmically rocking again, and emitting a loud squeak
from the left rear suspension with each oscillation.
   "He's supposed to put down the stabilizers before doing stuff like
that," said Gretel.  "It's automatic.  One button.  Jeez."
   "He doesn't seem to have much experience with RVs," I said.  "I'm sure
he'll figure it out.  How long are you staying?"
   "We're supposed to be here two weeks, with a trip to Disney World
somewhere along the way," Hansel explained.
   "Hey, guys, I know this wasn't what you had in mind for your vacation,
but you can still have fun here anyway.  My brothers and I are happy to
have some other kids our ages around, even if it's only for a couple of
weeks."
   "I'm not going naked, though, and nobody can make me!" pronounced
Gretel.
   "OK.  The only places you absolutely HAVE to be naked are the pool and
the public showers."
   "I wanted to wear my new swim suit this summer!" whined Gretel.
   "Maybe we can have a fashion show later," I suggested.  "That would be
fun."
   "I'm NOT going naked.  I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!"
   "OK.  So, just don't go swimming, and don't shower in the bathhouse, and
you'll be fine."
   "But I LIKE swimming!"
   "OK, then go skinny dipping with the rest of us.  It's your choice. 
Nobody is going to make you get naked.  But honestly, if you are the only
one in the group who is NOT naked, you start to feel a little weird." Just
then we passed by a group of naked old ladies wearing red hats and flip
flops.
   "I see what you mean," said Hansel.  "I feel like everyone is looking at
me like I'm a perv.  They are not, really, but I feel like they are.  I
stand out like this."
   "Exactly.  That's another thing about life here.  You never stare and
you never EVER make fun of someone else's body.  I don't care how old or
fat or wrinkly they are, or how hot they are, they have a perfect right to
be here without feeling like people are judging them.  Most of the
residents are old and overweight, just like the rest of Florida, so don't
expect a lot of hot bods."
   "What about BONE-ERS?  Hansel has a boner!" sang Gretel.
   "What do you know about boners," Hansel asked.
   "I know you've been poking me with yours for the last three nights."
   "That's because you were lying on top of me!  What do you expect?"
   "It is definitely VERY BAD to make fun of someone's boner," I
interjected.  "Big no-no.  It's not polite to walk around with a boner
bouncing around either, but if you get one, it's not the end of the world.
Just roll over on your stomach or hold a towel in front of it or something.
Just don't wave it around or do anything obnoxious with it, and nobody will
care.  Besides, boys your age get boners all the time.  Boys can't help it.
Everybody knows that, so you get a free pass.
   "Let's see, what else?  No PDAs.  PDA stands for Public Displays of
Affection.  No huggy-kissy-poo with your boyfriend or girlfriend in public,
because that leads to...  what?"
   "Boners!" shouted Gretel, giggling.
   "Shhhh!  Jeez!" said Hansel.
   "Moving on: towels.  Always have a towel with you.  Nudists sit on
towels so we don't rub our asses on the furniture.  NOT sitting on a towel
is impolite, and of course they are always handy to hold in front of
your... what?"
   "Boner!" yelled Gretel, at the top of her lungs.  A few old ladies
turned toward us, giggled, rolled their eyes, and tried hard not to smile.
Hansel blushed and tried to disappear into his clothing, which he might
have been able to do with a little effort since it was a size or two too
big.  I guess all Moms buy clothing like that so we kids can grow into
them.
   "Right in one.  Oh, that's the other thing.  You can't get away with
anything around here.  There are grownups everywhere, and they all keep an
eye on us just like we were their own kids and grandkids.  Sometimes that's
OK, like when I was little and would fall down and skin my knee or
something..."
   "Or your ASS!" cried Gretel, giggling hilariously.  I had to laugh with
her; the kid's childish silliness was infectious.
   "That's right.  They would stick a band-aid on my ass and kiss it to
make it all better." Gretel thought that was the epitome of humor, but
Hansel just smiled wistfully and blushed deeply.  I think now he was hoping
to do some first aid, should the need arise.
   "Anyway, the downside of that is that we can't get away with anything.
Before you get home, your mom and dad..."
   "STEP dad!"
   "...step dad are going to know all about how you were walking around
yelling `boner' and `ass.' Yelling words like that here is no different
from yelling them in a shopping mall or a school.  You'll still get in the
same kind of trouble."
   I chattered on, filling them in on the ins and outs of nudist life as I
led them through the back door.  I introduced them to my mom, who shook
hands very politely, but she shook Hansel's hand with a cheeky knowing
smile that only I picked up on.  She could read me like a book, I swear. 
Then she gave us all a short lecture about how it was inappropriate to yell
words like "ass" or "boner" around the camp.  I think she knew it wasn't
me, but I got the brunt of it just in case it was.  Whatever.  She seemed
more amused than angry.
   I led the kids back to the laundry room.  Most of our laundry was
towels, and there was a big stack of beat-up old towels that we kids used
as needed.  We kids went through at least a half dozen towels a day, each,
as we tore around the camp.
   I picked up two towels and handed one to each of the new kids.  "Always
know where your towel is," I told them solemnly.  Hansel grinned and
replied, "You are a truly a hoopy frood!" Cool!  I beamed at him.  He had
read the "Hichhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." That's another five points in
his favor.
   "Sun block!  You guys have such pale skin that you're going to need SPF
`bout a million.  What have we got here?" I found a large economy size
bottle of SPF 45, which would have to do.  It was the cheap stuff, kind of
greasy, and hard to rub in.  "Do you guys want to get naked and get blocked
up?  I thought it might be easier indoors.  We can play some video games
and get used to having skin before trying the public pool."
   Hansel blushed a surprisingly cute shade of deep purple and stammered,
"I...  I..."
   "Relax," I cooed.  "I guarantee that boner will be gone by the time
you're all sunblocked up."
   "Really?"
   "One way or another," I winked.  He blushed even deeper.  OMG, did I
really say that?  Now he's going to think I'm a slut.  I mean, I AM a slut,
but I don't think there's anything wrong with that.  A slut is just a
female stud, and there's nothing wrong with being a stud, but you don't
want to announce it so early in a relationship.  Did I say relationship? 
Oh, jeez, now I was blushing too.  I could feel it spreading from my face
down my chest, between my little A-cup boobs, almost to my pussy.  A full
body blush.  How embarrassing.
   Gretel was just wearing a little blue and white sundress and a pair of
pink panties, and she skinned out of those in a few seconds.  "I'm naked,"
she crowed at Hansel, "and you're not!"
   "Good for you," I laughed.  She was a slender little thing, with abs as
flat as a board, but she had the beginnings of what would one day be some
nice curves if she carried her mom's genes.  She had no breasts yet, but
her nipples were just starting to puff out a little bit.  Her little slit
was bald and delicate.  She was jumping up and down all over the laundry
room for no particular reason, just excitement and repressed energy I
guess, and her red-almost-orange curls were waving up and down with each
bounce.  She heard my mom clattering dishes and ran off to explain in noisy
detail that she was now naked, as if that were big news in a nudist resort.
I guess it was for her.
   "Ready to take the leap?" I asked Hansel.  He nodded and started trying
to unbutton his shirt, but he was so nervous that he got stuck.  "Here," I
said, brushing his hand away, and attacking his top button.  I had trouble
too, before I remembered that boys' shirts button on the opposite side from
girls' blouses.  Why do you suppose that is?  I'm very short for my age,
and he was about a head-and-a-half taller than me, so I had to look up at
him, and reach up to his top button.  As I undressed him I suddenly
realized that he was studying my face and smiling.
   "You've been very kind to us.  Thanks you." Manners.  I like that.
   "It's no trouble.  I have a soft spot for lost puppies, snakes,
whatever..." As I took off his shirt I saw that he had a nice body:
muscular, very little fat, no hair on his chest.  I later found out that he
was on the swim team.  Having started undressing him, I just naturally
continued to undo his belt and unzip his pants.  Now my fingers were
trembling too.  I hoped he wouldn't notice.  I was careful not to get his
penis caught in the zipper, but I did bump it with my hand in the process.
It had some heft to it, and it felt like it must be painfully hard.  The
cloth over his cock was damp from precum.  "Sorry," I said.  I didn't look
up, but I assumed he was blushing again.  Once his pants were undone, I
just took his boxers and pants and yanked them all the way down.
   His cock sprang up and nearly hit me in the nose.  It was a nice big
one, circumcised, with a respectably thick patch of orange-ish pubic hair.
His balls were completely hairless, though, and his scrotum was drawn up as
high as it would go.  His erection looked like it was ready to explode any
second, throbbing with each heartbeat, curving up and standing so tall it
almost touched his cute little inny bellybutton.  He was drooling precum
down the underside, and it was all I could do not lick it off right then
and there, like catching the drips on an ice cream cone before they fall to
the ground.  I wanted to wrap my lips around the cute purple head of his
cock and swirl my tongue all around it.  But of course I didn't.  We had
just met.
   Not having much experience in undressing boys, I didn't realize that I
should have removed his shoes first.  So I untied one, and pulled it off
while he stood on one foot, his rampant cock bobbing and dripping in front
of my face, and we repeated the process as I worked the sock off his foot.
His cock did hit me in the face a couple of times, leaving little wet spots
and causing much pre-teen hilarity.  I kept half expecting him to lose it
and squirt cum all over my face, but he didn't.  He just bobbed and waved
and pulsed and sometimes slid wetly along my cheek.  Finally we worked his
foot free of his pants leg, and repeated the procedure with his other foot
and leg.  This time, I think he might have slid his hard damp cock across
my cheek and my lips on purpose once or twice, not that I'm complaining. 
When Gretel returned, we were both giggling uncontrollably and trying to
work his foot loose from where it was tangled up in his shorts.  She was
uncharacteristically quiet.  I glanced up at her and she was intensely
studying her brother's hard-on, her eyes big as saucers and her lips parted
in a little "O." She must have been thinking, "so that's a boner!" It
looked painfully hard and it bounced around crazily as I tugged his ankles
through his trouser cuffs.  As his foot came free I looked up at him and
started to say something, I forget what, and he stumbled a bit and the tip
of his dripping cock pushed right between my parted lips.  It was just a
fraction of a second, but it was long enough to close my lips around his
glans and get a tiny taste of his pre-cum and to inhale his healthy male
scent.  I don't think he was aware of what just happened, but my pussy
started to juice up and I started to tremble with desire.
   Mom had given Gretel a couple of shopping bags to put their clothing in;
Gretel appropriated the slick pink-and-white one from some fancy store, and
Hansel got the brown paper one from the hardware store.
   I tried to get control of myself and the situation, so I said, "OK, so
let's sunblock up.  Here, Hansel: you can do your sister, and I'll do you.
Now this isn't like going to the pool.  You'll be out in the sun all
afternoon, so you want to rub it in real good, and don't miss any spots."
Hansel dubiously if dutifully started in on his sister's face, then
proceeded to her neck, arms, hands, and chest, while I worked on his back.
He squatted down and rubbed the lotion into her feet and legs, taking his
time.  He was breathing hard, and I could feel his pulse pounding away
through my hands on his back.  He hesitated, and then quickly swiped lotion
onto his little sister's pubic area, running his finger quickly down her
little crack.  She giggled and wiggled around, spreading her legs a little
so that he could reach between them.  Hesitating again, he rubbed a little
bit of lotion on her labia and the area between her legs.  He massaged the
lotion in slowly, then snatched his hand away from her snatch, as if it was
on fire.  Voice shaking, he told her to turn around so he could do her
back.
   Now that her back was turned and he was standing again, I reached around
and rubbed more lotion on his muscular chest and his flat hard abs.  I
couldn't help myself; I pushed my puffy little tits up against his back,
and then plastered my body up against his lotion-sticky backside, caressed
his hard hairless chest, and slowly ran my hand down his firm young abs,
stopping only when I reached his pubic hair.  I wanted to slowly run my
lotioned fingers over his beautiful hard cock and caress his sweet young
balls in my other hand and feel him explode in my hands, but I couldn't do
that, not yet anyway.  I just slowly, gently scratched the skin beneath his
pubic hair with my fingernails, an intimate little tousle of his curly red
pubic patch...
   And that was when his deprived and overstimulated male sexuality could
not contain itself any longer.  I heard him grunt, I felt his hard ass
clench against my pussy, and I saw his cum splatter on his little sister's
naked back and start to run down into the crack of her cute little ass.
   Uh oh.  I grabbed a towel and said, "Oh, that's way too much lotion."
And I started wiping the cum from Gretel's back.  "You'll never get that
much rubbed in." It wiped up quickly, so I folded the towel and wrapped it
around his dripping cock to get the rest.  He groaned.  I'm sure he was
very sensitive after cumming, and the rough terrycloth on his sensitive
dick must have been an overwhelming sensation.  I very slowly and carefully
wiped his cock, doing my best to get a feel for its length and heft and
hardness through the cushion of the towel.  It was the first time I ever
felt up a boy, other than my brothers I mean, and the towel was thick and
fluffy enough to make it a disappointment.  Now I wanted more than ever to
get my hands on his bare cock.  I sniffed the cummy towel before tossing it
in the dirty laundry, and the rich mushroomy male scent jolted me, like a
bolt of lightning from my nose to my crotch.  My already-damp pussy started
to juice up in earnest, and I hoped that the scent of the sun-block would
mask my female odor.
   Hansel was a little weak in the knees, but he dazedly continued to apply
lotion to his little sister, as if nothing unusual had happened.  He
blocked up Gretel's last few spots, missing none of her nooks and crannies,
patted her on the behind, and sent her off to play with my X-Box.  If she
knew that her own brother had cum all over her backside, she never let on.
   "Oh, geez, how embarrassing," he groaned.
   "Nonsense.  That's just biology.  You're a boy.  Boys do that." Still, I
found myself blushing again, and unable to meet his eyes.
   "That's normal behavior here?" he asked, surprised.
   "Oh.  Well, no.  I'm sorry.  I guess that was my fault.  I knew you were
overstimulated and ready to pop at the slightest touch.  I should have sent
you to the bathroom first."
   "Yeah, but it felt really nice.  If you're not mad at me or grossed out
or anything...
   "Oh gosh no!"
   "...then I'm pretty happy.  But what about Gretel?  Do you think she is
OK?"
   "I don't think she knows what happened."
   "I hope not.  Anyway, thanks for covering for me."
   "No problem.  And now you shouldn't have to worry about boners
anymore..." But I was wrong.  He was still just as hard as before.
   "Sorry.  It's been a stressful three days."
   "Huh.  Well, I haven't finished putting sun block on you yet, so hold
still.  Unless you'd rather go to the bathroom for a while first?" He
glanced down the hall for a second, grinned bashfully, and shook his head.
   I had only done his back, and then I was just mostly messing around. 
This time I started with his feet and worked my way up.  Sometimes his hard
cock brushed against my face, and I just let it.  It was all I could do not
to open my mouth and hope it just accidentally landed inside, or give it a
lick from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his drooling glans, or just
cut loose and swallow it, wrapping my arms around his cute firm buns so he
couldn't escape.  But I didn't.  I did take my time, sunblocking his hard
muscular swimmer's ass and between his legs, but I kept my hands well away
from his adorable cock and balls.  I stood up and quickly did his arms and
neck, and then took my time rubbing the lotion on his chest, working my way
slowly down his hard belly, holding his back in my other hand so he
wouldn't fall over.  I rubbed his belly all the way down to his pubic hair,
and rubbed lotion into the skin beneath his curly thatch.  I barely touched
the base of his cock with my fingertips, but did not dare to press him
further.
   "Um, maybe you'd better do the last part," I said, squirting lotion into
his hands.  "You'd better rub it in real good.  You don't want to get
burned." So like an idiot, I made him put sunblock on his own cock.  My
pussy was drooling juice down my leg by now, and I wanted his cock inside
me, but I liked this boy, and you can't pounce on a guy's dick just because
it's pretty...  especially not with his sister or my mom liable to burst in
at any moment.  I was already hoping that he could be my first, that we
could lose our virginity to each other.
   Shut up!  My dad and brothers don't count.  I was still a virgin, for
all intents and purposes.  Romantically speaking.
   So he slowly rubbed sunblock on his cock, while I reached around to rub
his back and his adorable tight little buns.  I pulled him just a little
closer, just close enough that my young boobs brushed his chest and the
head of his dick touched the lips of my pussy.  He reacted with a sharp
intake of breath, and he looked into my eyes with the sweetest most joyful
expression.  I smiled at him and said, "It was naughty of you to squirt
your boy-stuff all over your cute innocent little sister's ass.  And now
look at you.  Your big old dangerous cock is pressed right up against my
defenseless virgin pussy.  You're smearing pre-cum right between my pussy
lips.  It only takes one sperm to make me pregnant, you know, so please be
careful!  Gosh, I hope you don't accidentally ejaculate again!" I had both
hands on his firm buns and I pulled him just a tiny bit closer.  His
breathing was fast and ragged.  I gazed into his wide green eyes and
continued mischievously, "You know, I never officially welcomed you to the
resort."
   And I kissed him.  The sexual tension between us had built up like
lightning collects in a thunderhead.  It was a gentle, almost-chaste,
closed-mouthed kiss, slowly pressing our lips together in the sweet
innocent way that only pre-teens can, and yet it was electrifying.  It only
lasted a second before he stiffened and groaned, and I felt his buttocks
clenching beneath my exploring hands, his hot cum squirting between my
pussy lips, and dripping down my legs onto my feet.  I felt a tiny little
shudder in my belly; not a real cum for me, but nice anyway.  I held him
for a moment, caressing his back and bottom while he caught his breath. 
Reluctantly, we came apart.  A long string of goo connected our genitals.
That was the second time today I had let a man squirt his cum right up
against my pussy, but I had only cum from the touch of my own fingers in
the shower.  Sigh.
   "OK.  Once we get cleaned up you should be good to go out in public." I
grabbed another towel, quickly wiped his softening dick, folded it, and
wiped his cum from my pussy and legs.
   "You didn't have to do that," he said.
   "No, but it was fun.  Don't expect my help EVERY time you need it."
   "Oh no, I wouldn't presume..." he started, but I cut him off with
another peck on the lips.
   "You just looked so cute and helpless.  I didn't mean to let you go that
far, but I can't resist a man in distress.  Let's go play X-box a while,
and then hit the pool."
   And that's what we did.  After a half hour playing video games, Hansel
and Gretel pretty much forgot they were naked, and when we got to the pool
it was not such a big deal.  I introduced them to my brothers, and we
splashed around like maniacs all afternoon.
   By the time we got back to my house to retrieve their clothing, their
mom was there.  Apparently, she had come looking for the kids, met my mom,
bonded over coffee, and they were now fast friends.  With my mom that
usually takes about 20 minutes.  My dad was over at Hansel and Gretel's RV
helping Dick with the electrical and sewage hookups.  My dad was no expert,
but he had seen it done often enough to help Dick over the rough spots. 
Somehow in the course of grownup interaction, Hansel and Gretel's family
had been invited over to dinner.
   My mom and dad are pretty sociable.  They are also on the nudist
resort's board, and pillars of the naturist community.  It is not at all
unusual for them to invite newbies over for dinner, but it is usually for
one of two reasons.  In this case it was both.  Reason Number One is
because they like the new couple.  Mom and Ginger (that's what I'm calling
Hansel and Gretel's mom) hit it off immediately.  Ginger was still pretty
nervous about the whole nudity thing.  It wasn't her idea, but she was
willing to give it a try.  She was doing her best to learn the rules to a
strange new community and to fit in as best she could while she was here.
Still, I noticed that she was sitting on one of our old towels; she must
have forgotten to bring her own.  Ginger seemed like a pretty cool mom to
me; she was pleasant, kind, slow to anger, but maybe a little too compliant
and far too subservient to her husband.  She was pretty, but not like your
typical porn-star MILF.  She had a little more padding: just enough so that
she could be sexy and still make you want to climb up into her lap for a
cuddle.  She had red-orange hair and freckles, like her kids, and she had a
big furry orange pubic bush (a vaginger!) that looked very 70s, like it had
never ever been trimmed.
   Reason Number Two was to keep an eye on the newbies.  Dad had spent
enough time with Dick to find out why the kids called their step-dad Dick
instead of Richard.  He figured that without guidance he would eventually
land himself in trouble, maybe even get kicked out of the park.  Dick had
some pre-conceived notions about nudists that Dad couldn't quite get him to
shake.  He seemed to think that the park would be full of swingers and
loose women and that there would be orgies every night.  Well, there are
places like that.  There is one not 50 miles from here.  But places like
that don't have playgrounds for the kids.
   Come to think of it, since the "Lifestyles oriented" nudist clubs don't
allow visitors under the age of 18, that's probably why he came here
instead.  I know he signed a copy of the club rules when he registered, but
whether he read it or not is something else.
   The funny thing is that there are plenty of swingers and loose women
here.  They just aren't public about it.  Heck I'm a loose woman myself. 
OK, I'm a loose little girl.  I hope to be a loose woman when I grow up.
   To make a long story short, the evening was a disaster.  Mom only cooked
vegetarian, so Dick thought her curried tofu with rainbow kale and quinoa
was just hilarious.  Yes we had all heard all the vegetarian jokes before,
but we could forgive that.  Dick kept making racist and homophobic
comments, and of course those didn't go over well because Mom's brother is
gay, and his partner is mixed African/Asian.  (Uncle Amos is a lawyer and
his partner Andy [not their real names, duh] is a physics professor. 
Between them they speak nine languages.  They are my very favorite uncles,
and my brothers and I love them dearly.) Dick kept flirting with my mom,
even though his wife was right there, looking embarrassed.  Mom and Dad
kept trying to gently and tactfully explain to him the social dynamics of
the modern nudist resort, but he didn't seem to be able to get past his
preconceived notions, his hopes, or his fantasies.
   Eventually, he stepped over the line.  I didn't hear what he said to my
mom in the kitchen, but I did see him grab her ass.  And not just playful
pinch of the behind, but a full-handed
up-and-under-with-a-flick-of-the-wrist, resulting in a palm-full of
ass-cheek and at least one finger up the pussy.  I'm not entirely sure what
my mom did, but it was one of those fancy jiu-jitsu or karate moves where
she bent his wrist painfully behind his back and perp-walked him directly
to the door.  She did it so smoothly and so quickly that I was sure some
sort of magic or teleportation was involved.  I had no idea she even knew
how to do that, and I want her to teach me as soon as possible!  I was
never more proud of my mom!  To top it off, once she got him to the door,
she planted her tiny bare foot in his hairy rump and shoved him out into
the yard in a beautifully graceful, if disappointingly low impact, kick. 
For a second, she stood balanced on one foot with the other foot hovering
near the doorknob, her dainty fists clenched tightly, her breasts flushed
with anger, her lip curled in righteous indignation, and the lips of her
pussy gaping wide open as if to show the jerk what he was not going to get.
As gracefully as a ballet dancer she pivoted back to a standing position
and slammed the door.  My brothers and I applauded, but my dad silenced us
with a harsh look.
   "I'm sorry, Ginger, but I think it's time to leave," said my dad.  "I
take it something unpleasant happened in the kitchen?"
   "I'm so sorry," said Ginger as she burst into tears.  "I knew something
like this was going to happen eventually." Then the dam broke, as they say,
and we had a hysterical crying lady in our living room and a couple of
confused and terrified kids as well.  It turns out that Ginger and Dick had
been having marital difficulties after two years of marriage.  Duh.  He had
been pushing to try "open marriage," but he didn't allow her to have
friends over.  He belittled her and berated her and mostly ignored the
kids, though she didn't like the way he looked at Gretel.  He had made her
quit her job to take care of the house, even though she made more money
than him, and now she was afraid to leave him because she was unemployed.
And so on.  He was not only a dick, but a verbally and mentally abusive
dick.
   While Ginger was telling mom all this, Dad was calling Mrs.  Nelson at
the front desk to make a complaint against Dick.  He recommended that he be
ejected from the property.  As member, he could only recommend, but as a
resident and board member his recommendation carried weight.  So Mrs Nelson
called the ex-marine and the off-duty cop that acted as unofficial bouncers
in an emergency, and they set off toward Lot 3 to talk to Dick and decide
whether he and his family should be kicked out.
   What we didn't know until later was that Dick left our yard on a
testosterone high.  He was angry and resentful at being tossed out by a
woman.  Mom didn't physically hurt him, but she pretty much smashed his
ego, and his pride demanded retribution.  So he approached the first
good-looking naked woman he saw on the way home and put the moves on her.
Clumsily.  Obnoxiously.  Gropingly.
   What he didn't know was that this woman was the aforementioned off-duty
cop who was on her way to speak to him and, if necessary, act as bouncer.
She was not as gentle with him as my mom was.
   After helping him up, she informed him that he was to leave the premises
as soon as he could get packed up.  By this time, the ex-marine had also
arrived on the scene.  She didn't really need backup, so he just stood
there, scowling, with his arms crossed, looking excessively large and
intimidating.
   In the meantime, Mom got Ginger's tears dried, and my brothers and I
said goodbye to Hansel and Gretel.  We were sad because they were nice
kids. I think Li'l Bro was starting to crush on Gretel a little; they had
spent a lot of time playing video games and giggling together.  And Hansel?
He was really cute and I was starting to really like him.  So maybe 10 or
15 minutes after Dick took his early leave, Ginger and the kids followed
him.
   And maybe 20 minutes later, Dad got a call from Mrs.  Nelson at the
desk. He didn't say much on the phone, and when he hung up, he just said,
"Your mom and I need to go to the office.  You kids stay here.  Get ready
for bed."
   We knew something was up, but we didn't know what.  Having met Dick, we
expected the worst.  We hoped the kids were OK, and that he hadn't run amok
with a butcher knife or something.  We hoped it was just a heart attack,
and that he hadn't done anything too loony.  We don't normally use the
master bath to brush our teeth, but that night we did, because it had a
window that looked back toward the office.  It was too dark to see much of
anything, but there were a lot of adults milling around and talking.  Then
we saw flashing red and blue lights, indicating that the cops were at the
office, and then we got really scared for Hansel and Gretel and their mom.
   When we were ready for bed, we piled onto my bed, because it was a
little bigger than the boys' bunk beds.  Normally we like to jerk each
other off before bed, but we were too worried to do much more than snuggle
and do a little fond fondling.  It was probably an hour later that the
front door opened and we heard voices: Mom, Dad...  and Ginger and the
kids? We were up like a shot, and came bounding in to investigate.
   They were wide-eyed and shaken, but apparently unharmed.  Dad told us
that Ginger and the kids would be staying with us tonight, and we would
sort things out in the morning.  Then without explaining jack shit, he
started giving out orders about who would sleep where, and which closets to
find bedstuff in.  Ginger got the sofa, Hansel got the air mattress on the
floor of the boys' room, and Gretel would share my double bed with me.
   While we were preparing for three surprise houseguests, little by little
the story came out.  It turned out that when Dick got kicked out, he didn't
bother to pack up his family.  He just left.  He didn't mention to our
intrepid bouncers that he even had a wife and kids.  He just unhooked his
RV, hopped in, and took off.
   At first I thought: Good.  They are better off without him.  But then I
found out that he had driven off with all their stuff: food, phone, money,
clothes...  even the shopping bags full of the clothes they arrived in. 
All they had were the towels and flip-flops they had borrowed from us.  And
that's why I called the kids Hansel and Gretel: two kids abandoned in the
woods.
   What kind of man would abandon his family, leaving them with nothing? 
Apparently the kind of man you want to file a police report on before
filing for divorce.  So after a phone call to my lawyer-uncle Amos and then
to the police, my mom had to make a statement about how Dick had molested
her, and so did the off-duty cop, and Ginger made her statement about being
abandoned with nothing.  All that paperwork took a while.
   "Tomorrow, you can borrow some clothes, and we'll take you into town to
buy some of your own," Mom told Ginger.  "We'll get you a prepaid phone,
and then you can call someone and try to figure out where to go from there.
If you listen to Amos and follow his advice, you'll be OK." Ginger was a
little glassy-eyed, but she thanked Mom tearfully and squeezed her hand.
   It was late, so Mom and Dad shooed everyone off to bed as soon as the
sleeping arrangements were sorted out.
   But who could sleep?
   I could hear Mom and Dad murmuring in low serious voices for the longest
time.  Every once in a while I could hear Ginger sobbing on the sofa. 
Gretel alternated between tossing around, elbowing me, kicking me, and
crying softly to herself.
   After an hour or so, I heard my Mom get up and go into the living room
to check on Ginger.  I don't know what they said, but I could hear some
gentle words and muffled sobbing as if someone were being hugged and
comforted.  After a while, they both went back to my Mom and Dad's room.  I
heard the creak as they both climbed into Mom and Dad's king size bed.
   "Do you think they are going to do it?" Gretel whispered.  "All three of
them?"
   I didn't realize she was wide awake.  "I doubt it.  Your mom is sad and
scared and she probably just needs a hug."
   Gretel snorted.  "They're grown-ups!  Naked ones.  I'll bet they do it."
   I shrugged.  "If they do, it will probably do your mom some good.  Take
her mind off it, y'know?  Maybe even put her to sleep."
   "Yeah." Gretel lay silent for a bit.  "I could use a good fuck right now
myself.  Take my mind off of stuff, you know?  I've never done it before,
but I like to rub myself off before bed, `specially when Mom and Dick have
been fighting.  It helps me sleep."
   "It's OK.  Go ahead if you like."
   "I can't do it in front of you."
   "It's dark.  I'd never know.  I'm really dumb that way."
   "Idiot," she snickered.
   "C'mere," I said sleepily, and gathered her up in my arms, one leg
thrown over hers.  "Everything is going to be OK.  You have friends." It
was a warm night, so Gretel had thrown off the covers.  Her bare skin was
moist against mine.  Of course she didn't have her PJs, and none of us ever
thought to offer our guests something to sleep in.  It just didn't occur to
us nudie types.  She settled into my embrace, her face against my breast,
her thigh tucked between my legs against my sex.  She was still for several
minutes, and I thought that maybe she had settled down to sleep.  Then I
felt a tiny movement, a rhythmic oscillation in her tiny body, as she
quietly, discreetly, fingered herself to sleep.  The hand between us and
beneath her was busy diddling her little slit, while the other was thrown
across me, with her hand resting gently on my butt.  It had been a sexually
frustrating day for me, too.  My pussy started to moisten against the skin
of her thigh, and I wanted to stroke her and kiss her and help her to cum,
but I sensed that that was not the role I was to play tonight.  She just
needed to be held.  So I held her in my arms and let her play with her
sweet little 7 year old pussy.  To anyone watching from the door, the only
indication that something naughty might be going on was a slight almost
imperceptible rocking as she plunged her fingers into her moist little
crack, and an occasional tiny shudder or clenching of her hard little butt.
But I could feel the heat coming off her as she got excited, hear the sound
of her anxious breath, and smell the sweet scent of moist little girl cunt.
I could tell when she came.  It wasn't a big loud porno-style cum, but a
subdued little-girl tremble of a cum.  Then she started up diddling herself
again and repeated the process.
   Holding her as I was, with her thigh tucked between my legs, just barely
touching my sopping cunt, it was all I could do to prevent my hips from
rocking, from grinding my wet snatch against her firm little leg.  But the
child was just barely hanging on, and any such move on my part would have
freaked her out.  I just had to remember that there was a time to be a slut
and a time not to be.
   After a while, she finally drifted off to a restless sleep.  I
disentangled myself from my bed-mate as gracefully as I could, and slipped
out of bed to pee.  I could hear that our three parents were still awake,
but I couldn't make out what they were talking about, all cuddled together
in Mom and Dad's king sized bed.  I peed as quietly as I could, left the
toilet unflushed, and then made my way through the darkened hall to the
living room.  I thought I would try sleeping on the vacated sofa, now that
Gretel was out.  I had hoped to find a quiet private spot to jill off and
sack out.
   It was pitch black in the room, so I felt my way to the sofa.  The
coffee table was not where it normally was (ouch!), but I easily found the
sofa.  The covers had been knocked onto the floor, but it was warm enough
that I didn't need them.  I flopped face-down onto the sofa and was landed
on a warm body.  Woops!  Ocupado!
   "Ginger?" I whispered.  No, this body was smaller, leaner, harder... 
and one bit got harder still against my tummy.  Shit.  "Hansel.  I'd
recognize this cock anywhere." I couldn't help giving it a playful squeeze
as I sat up.
   "What are you doing here?  I thought you were my mom coming back," he
whispered.
   "Thought I might get more sleep here.  Were my brothers bothering you?"
   "No.  Except for all the farting.  Geez!  What have they been eating?"
   My mom only cooked vegetarian food, but sometimes the boys snuck down to
the office to buy those cheap off-brand spicy dried meat sticks.  Mom never
let on that she knew.  She said it was better than smoking or something.
   "Anyway, my mattress deflated.  Woke up with a Lego block poking me in
the back."
   I lay down and snuggled up against him on the narrow sofa.  It occurred
to me that we were alone, naked, on a sofa, in the dark, and if I wanted to
get romantic with Hansel, this might be a pretty good time.  But if you've
ever been a kid snuggling up on a sofa hoping to make out with someone, you
know how hard it is to get off without falling off, and besides, our
parents were still awake just down the hall, he was emotionally frazzled,
and we were both physically exhausted.  So I tried to limit my advances to
a friendly comforting cuddle.  He scootched over against the back of the
couch as far as he could to give me room and he put his arms around me.
   Amidst the sleepy cuddling there was a certain amount of friendly
exploration: titty cupping, cock fondling, even a little curious slit
stroking.  Eventually that led to kissing, and the kissing led to more
kissing.  At first, he was just pressing our lips together, like a child
would kiss; I taught him to use his tongue, and exhausted or not, he
started to get pretty turned on.  I could feel his muscular body heat up
with sexual tension as we fumbled silently in the dark.  As we clutched and
writhed and fondled and tried not to fall off of that narrow sofa, it was
probably inevitable that I wound up on my back with Hansel on top of me and
between my legs.  He wasn't really trying to fuck me; he was too much of a
gentleman.  He was just kissing me like my lips were the most precious
morsel on the planet, and instinctively letting his hips thrust slowly,
letting his long smooth cock slide along my slick pussy lips.
My thoughts were frantic, fragmented.  Should I let him fuck me?  God, I
wanted it.  I wanted it so bad.  It had been a sexually frustrating day,
with lots of naughtiness going on all around me, but no actual fucking, and
it was driving me crazy.  And I wanted Hansel too.  He was perfect for my
first time with a boy.  It was a pretty safe day for me, but you can't
count on that.  I thought that my dad or my brothers had probably knocked
me up already, but I wasn't sure.  If I wasn't knocked up yet, I thought
that it would be better for Hansel to do it instead of my Dad or brothers,
whom I would probably fuck the first chance I got if I let this opportunity
go by.  That was the deciding factor, which proves that I must have really
been horny to let that sort of dumb-ass logic prevail.
   He slid down a little, and I felt his cock slide down and bump between
my legs, and he started kissing, licking, and nibbling my breasts.  No
hurry.  Just taking his time.  The more he licked, the wetter I got.  All
rational thought and dumb-ass logic were forgotten, as spread my legs wider
and pulled him up for a warm open-mouthed kiss.  The dripping head of his
cock landed right at the slick welcoming entrance to my little pussy, and
he just held it there.  As we kissed, the slippery tip of his cock slowly
entered my vagina, and slowly backed out.  And again, and one more time.
   Then we heard some cries from down the hall, and we thought Gretel must
be crying again.  We both groaned with frustration, but there's no point in
trying to lose your virginity while your little sister is crying in the
other room.  What sort of memory is that for your first time?
   So we got up to check on her.  She was tossing restlessly and vocalizing
a bit in her fitful sleep, but most of the cries were from my parents'
room. We probably shouldn't have, but we peeked in the partially open door
and saw my dad fucking Hansel's mom.  They had left the bathroom light on,
so we could clearly see his cock plunging into her pink wet pussy.  He was
on top, and Mom was holding them both and murmuring soft encouragement.
   I felt a pang of misplaced jealousy.  I had never known my Dad fuck
anyone but my mom and me, but you never know about grown-ups.  I should
have turned away, given them their privacy, but the sight fascinated me. 
Being taller than me, Hansel was behind me as we peeked through the crack
of the door.  He put his arms around me and held me, his hard cock sliding
wetly along my buttocks.
   "Good for her," he whispered.  "She needs it.  Dick was a real prick,
always was.  She needs to move on.  The sooner the better." That's what he
said, but I don't know how he felt emotionally about watching his mom get
fucked.  Personally, I love my parents and I like Ginger, so once I got
past the initial shock, it started to turn me on.  Well, I was already hot
and ready after our make-out session, and I would have loved to spread my
legs and let Hansel fuck me from behind, right there in the hallway, as we
looked right between our parents legs at their genitals slapping wetly
together.  I reached behind me for his cock and stroked it gently.  Ginger
cried out, and then stifled herself.  She was cumming, and trying her best
to do it quietly.  If I knew my dad, he would service Ginger until she was
satisfied, and then make love to my mom and have his own cum with her.  And
although we didn't stay and watch, we could hear them from down the hall,
and I'm pretty sure that's exactly what he did.
   Hansel gently pulled me away from the door and led me back to my
bedroom. I didn't have the discipline to stop spying on our parents'
private moment, but he did.  By this time Gretel was mostly awake again,
sobbing softly.  Hansel slid in beside his sister, and she threw her arms
around him and clung to him tightly.  I bent down and kissed her forehead,
and then his, and started back toward the door, but he seized my hand and
pulled me gently back toward my own bed.  I didn't know what he had in
mind, if anything, since we wouldn't have any privacy here, but I climbed
back into bed on the other side of Gretel.  He probably just didn't want to
give up on the idea of fucking me just yet, after I had gone and given him
blue balls.  It was clear that I wouldn't get much sleep tonight.
   "Is mom getting fucked?" Gretel asked.
   Hansel hesitated and nodded.  "Good.  Toldja," she said, giving me a
weak grin.
   Gretel was squeezed up against me and Hansel was snuggled up beside her.
She was sandwiched between us, which was an odd blend of uncomfortable and
really kinda nice.  At least she stopped crying when Hansel got into bed
beside her.  They hugged each other fiercely for a few minutes, and he
kissed her on top of the head and told her to go to sleep.  When he started
to let go, she climbed on top of him and held him tightly.  I was starting
to doze off, but I could hear them whispering.
   "Hey, hey!  Don't you think this is a little too close for comfort?"
   "I've been sleeping on top of you in the RV bunk all week.  Now I'm used
to it."
   "Yeah, but we weren't naked then."
   "So?  We've been naked together all day."
   "So now our things are rubbing together.  You're my sister.  It's a
little weird."
   "I don't care.  Just hug me for a while, OK?"
   "Oh, all right.  Try to get some sleep."
   After a while I had almost dropped off to sleep, but Gretel was still
restless.  I could feel the tiny bed rocking very gently.
   "Gretel," he whispered.
   "Hmmm?"
   "You're rubbing your pussy against me."
   "Mmm-hmm.  Feels good."
   "You probably shouldn't do that." Poor Hansel!  After making out with me
he must have been on a hair-trigger.
   "I always do that.  Feels good.  Helps me sleep."
   "Yeah, I know you do, but with jammies on.  Now you're rubbing it
against my bare dick."
   "Uh-huh.  Feels nicer that way," she purred.
   "Yeah, I know it does.  That's not the point.  In a minute it's gonna
feel too nice."
   "S'OK.  I like it.  Just keep hugging me.  I love you.  You're a good
brother."
   "I love you too, but...  Oh.  You'd better stop...  I'm gonna..."
   "S'OK.  Surprised you didn't squirt in your pants the last three nights
in the RV.  Mmmm.  Your boner feels good sliding on my pussy.  We're both
so slippery.  (giggle!) It almost went in that time."
   "Ah!  Oh!" I guess his dick was pointed in my direction when he came,
because I felt the first strong shot of his hot jism splatter on my tummy.
Jeez, when am I going to get his cum INSIDE me????
   "Mmmmmmm.  Oh.  MMMMMMRRRRRGGGHHH!  Mmm.  Ahh." I felt the bed shudder
as she cummed her little girl cum.  I heard a little smack as she kissed
him.  "Mmmm.  I love you.  Will you hold me a while longer?"
   "Sure," he panted.  "I love you too.  Brat!"
   "Jerk.  You made a mess."
   "*I* made a mess???"
   "Shhh.  Sissy is asleep."
   "Let's hope so." I didn't open my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling.  I
don't know whether he saw it in the dim light from my window.  "Oh, she got
splattered.  What are you doing?"
   "Moving your dick down between my legs, so we can go to sleep.  It's all
slippery."
   "Well don't rub it.  You're getting me hard again."
   (giggle) "I'm just wiping off the cum.  Boys are messy."
   "Woop!  You are not.  You're playing with it." I really wanted to drift
off to sleep, but this was getting too interesting.
   "It's poking me right in the pussy hole.  That's nice." Whoa!  Was
Hansel going to fuck his own sister?  Not that I would object.
   "That's dangerous.  You'd better move it."
   "It's like the lips of my pussy are giving your cock a kiss on top of
the head."
   I heard Hansel kiss the top of Gretel's head.  She giggled again.
   "That's kinda like kissing your own cock, right through me!  Oh, it's
getting harder!  It's pushing in a little bit!  That feels nice." It was so
tempting to get up and watch Hansel slide his slick cummy cock into his
little virginal 7 year old sister's slit, but they wouldn't want me to see
something like that.
   "You'd better get off me before something else happens," Hansel groaned.
It had been a sexually frustrating day for him too, and one cum probably
wouldn't be enough.
   "NO!  I need a brother hug." As she said this she slid back a few inches
and gasped.  "Ow!  Now it's in all the way."
   "Don't!  Sissy is right here."
   "You don't want to make your GIRLFRIEND jealous, do you?" teased Gretel.
   "She's not my girlfriend." I held my breath so that I could listen to
their whispers.  Was I his girlfriend?
   "Are you sure?" she drew out the word "sure" in that slow teasing way
that all little sisters learn somewhere.
   "Pretty sure."
   "Do you want her to be?"
   He was quiet for a minute.  "She's cool.  Maybe.  That's all beside the
point.  Stop moving your hips like that." By this time the bed was shaking
rhythmically.  I peeked at them through slitted eyes and saw Gretel's hips
thrusting and gyrating slowly.  Sometimes the mirror on my dresser gave me
a glimpse of his slippery cock, gleaming wetly in the dim light, as it
disappeared into her tiny clutching little-girl slit.
   "It feels good.  The best kind of brother hug is when you are inside me.
Mmmmmm.  Why haven't we done this before?"
   "You know why.  Same reason we shouldn't be doing it now," he moaned.  I
guess that was one last attempt to be responsible.
   "It was a rhetorical question, you doofus!" She pronounced it
ret-oh-RICK-el.  Ha!  "Right now I don't give a fuck.  I need you to hold
me and tell me you love me.  Mmmm."
   "Oh, what the fuck.  I do love you, you little brat.  Are you crying
again?"
   "No-oh-oh.  Yeah," she sobbed gently.
   "It's OK.  We'll be OK.  We have each other.  I love you.  I love
you-ooh!  Uh!"
   Then they stopped talking for a while.  At first, Hansel just held his
little sister tenderly and let her fuck him.  In the dim light I could see
her hips gyrating slowly, grinding into her brother's crotch.  Sometimes I
could see her buttocks clenching as they rose, so her little pussy must
have been clenching and sucking away at his hot slippery prick after each
pelvic thrust.  The sweet scent of their love juices assailed me; I took a
deep breath and furtively reached for my own slick slit.  Then I started
hearing little slapping noises, and she started making little "Mmm!  Mmm!"
noises with each slap.  Finally Hansel couldn't help himself and began to
thrust upward to meet her.  Over and over, their young genitals met in a
sloppy loving kiss, until they both shuddered and clung to each other, like
drowning lovers supporting each other in a maelstrom, gasping for air,
alone against a cold treacherous world.  I felt the bed jerk as he thrust
his cock deep into his little sister's loins.  I think I could feel each
pump of cum through the vibration of the mattress, and I wished he was
pumping it into me.  As I furiously diddled my own sloppy cunt I thought to
myself: if I could ever get him alone, I would fuck him so much...
They clung to each other for a time, and at some point little Gretel
drifted off to sleep, still lying on top of her big brother, with her
innocent little 7 year old pussy still filled with her brother's softening
cock and his incestuous seed.  After a decent interval I quietly climbed
out of bed to pee again...  I had been holding it for a while...  and
Hansel glanced at me guiltily.  I smiled, kissed his forehead, and
whispered, "You ARE a good brother!"
   After a pee, I slept the rest of the night on the sofa.
   The next morning, I was awakened by Ginger flushing the toilet.  When
she came out of the bath, she peeked into my room and gasped at the sight
of her two kids sleeping naked in the same bed.  I got up off the sofa and
padded over behind her.  I don't know whether she stayed there the whole
night, but Gretel was still in her favorite position, lying on top of
Hansel with her knees pulled up and her head on his chest.  His morning
wood was resting with its tip just inside her vagina, and it slipped in and
out maybe a half inch each time he took a breath.  His cock and balls and
her pussy and their legs were crusted with dried cum and virginal blood. 
There was a lot more blood than I expected, from the tiny little "ouch" she
made last night.  All the semen mixed with it probably made it seem like
there was more than there was.  They both seemed sound asleep, but Hansel's
hips were jerking weakly, like a dog chasing rabbits in its sleep.  I
thought he was probably having a wet dream, and maybe not his first this
morning either.  In short order I was proved right, as he began ejaculating
into the entrance of his little sister's open pussy.  We could see his
balls draw up when he came, and we could see the little tube on the
underside of his cock pulsing and pumping.  He wasn't really inside her
enough to squirt his sperm deeply into her, so about half of it just
puddled up at the entrance and dripped down his cock and onto his balls and
his ass.  He must have been tired because he didn't even wake up.  He just
settled down and slept some more.
   I drew Ginger aside and led her to the sofa.  "Please don't be too upset
with them," I said.  "They were both frightened and upset by this whole
abandonment thing, just like you were.  They clung together for comfort,
just like you did with my mom and dad.  And then one thing led to another,
just like with you and Dad and Mom.  Your kids love each other and support
each other, and that's a good thing."
   "But incest?  I don't know." Ginger was a little glassy eyed.  She
didn't get much sleep either, and she had a lot to work out today.
   "I'm just saying that they are already dealing with too much weird
stuff. Making a big deal out of it is the last thing they need."
   She just sat, thinking, and glancing back at my bedroom door.
   "Hey, I'm just giving you my point of view as a kid.  Go talk to the
adults.  See what they think." So she went back into my mom and dad's
bedroom and cuddled up and talked to them for a while.  I guess they
convinced her I was right, and not to make a big deal out of it, at least
right now.  A half hour later she came out and lay down on my bed and
snuggled up to her two kids.  I think that's the best thing she could have
done.  When they woke up, it was obvious that she knew what they had been
up to, and wasn't going to bust them for fucking.  They all had bigger
problems to deal with, and they would deal with them together, as a loving
family.
   I peeked in later and saw Ginger in the middle with a kid on each side.
She had an arm around each child with their faces nestled against her ample
cuddly boobs.  Hansel was sleeping, and his mom's nipple had found its way
between his parted lips.  He pursed and puckered his lips while he slept,
and the nipple had become erect.  He licked it and gave a little suck.  I
don't know whether he wanted to try nursing for comfort or he was just
attracted to it because he was a horny young man.  Probably the latter.  He
was hard again, and his erection lay across her lower belly, resting wetly
against the top of her fluffy orange bush.  Jeez, he was already hard
again? How much cum did this kid have?  I really wanted to find out, if I
ever had a chance.  Gretel was sleepily stroking her mom's tummy, and she
brushed against Hansel's erection.  She started idly playing with it,
stroking it, toying with the slippery pre-cum and rubbing it into the head.
Hansel's hips started to make tiny little jerks, so he was dreaming about
fucking someone, for sure.  Ginger was dozing, but she smiled a little bit
every time Hansel sucked or licked her big friendly titty.  Then Hansel
moaned something.  It sounded like "Sis" or "Sissy." I hoped he was
dreaming about me, but it could have been Gretel.  He thrust his hips
against his mom and squirted cum all over her bush and Gretel's tiny hand.
Ginger hadn't showered yet, so there was still quite a bit of my dad's
dried cum around her fuckhole, but it must have been startling to wake up
to her son ejaculating hot semen so near her pussy.  When he started
pumping his hot seed, Gretel started to jack his cock in earnest, giggling
as it squirted up her arm.
   Hansel's eyes popped open and he found his mom looking at him in
surprise.  He looked mortified, as if he were about to burst into tears. 
She smiled at him, kissed him on the forehead, and said, "It's just a wet
dream, sweetie.  Go back to sleep." Then she squeezed both her kids close
and settled back down to sleep for a few more minutes.
   After another half hour of dozing, Ginger extricated herself from the
sleep-pile, showered with my parents, and borrowed some of my Dad's
clothing.  (None of my mom's stuff would fit her!) They had wasted a good
part of the morning sleeping late, so all three parents were up, dressed,
and out the door within 20 minutes.  They had a lot of business to do in
town, enough that it would probably take all three of them to get it done,
and to make matters worse, the closest city of any size was a 90 minute
drive.  Mom took time to leave instructions for me and my brothers: stay
out of trouble, watch out for Hansel and Gretel, and check on Mr.  McDougal
from time to time.
   Mom and Dad hadn't bothered to tell me that the sweet old guy had had a
TIA the night before, and they were surprised that I cared enough about him
to be worried.  So that explained why there were so MANY flashing lights in
front of the office.  Some were cop cars, and some were ambulances.  Mom
explained that it was just a little stroke, and Mr.  McDougal should be
fine.  I was relieved.  He was the first man I ever fucked, though I felt
really bad about how I roped him into it on a whim.  If anyone ever found
out about it, he would be in deep shit, so I tried to act really nonchalant
about it, and promised to check on him from time to time.  Mom gave me a
hard look, as if her mommy-sense was tingling, but she didn't have time to
pursue it and took off with the other two parents.
   And in case you're wondering, Mr.  McDougal doesn't count either.  He's
just an old sweetie who let me explore my sexuality a little bit.  If he
were about a hundred years younger, then, yeah, he would count as my first.
But he wasn't, so I was still hoping to give my virginity to Hansel,
hopefully sometime that day, if we could find some privacy.  It would be so
romantic, to be each other's first lovers, though after fucking his sister
last night it might take some work to convince him that he was still a
virgin too.
   It seemed that all the sex last night had happened around me rather than
to me, so I was pretty horny that morning.  Once the adults had left me
alone with my two randy brothers, I had hoped I might get a little relief
before Hansel and Gretel woke up.  But no such luck.  They were both late
for volleyball practice, and besides, they had managed to suck each other
off a couple of times last night while everyone else was playing musical
beds.  And get a good night's sleep too, damn them.
   Since I was the only one awake, I went out for a bit to check on Mr. 
McDougal and get the mail.  He was fine, but he was a little upset because
his son wanted him to move out of the camp and into an assisted living
facility in the city.  The poor guy would have to stay dressed all the
time, and wear Depends too.  Yuck!
   I thought about going to the pool, but I was just too wasted from lack
of sleep.  So I went back to our cabin to go back to bed.  I could have
sacked out on the sofa or in my brothers' room or in Mom and Dad's big bed,
but I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.  Hansel and Gretel were facing
away from each other, sleeping soundly, one on each edge of the bed, so I
carefully climbed up between them and buried my head in my pillow.
   When I awoke, it was after noon already.  I always check the clock when
I first open my eyes.  A glance to my left found Hansel, leaning on his
elbow and smiling at me.  I smiled back, and he leaned in to kiss me.  I
pulled him down and our tongues danced as passionately as "morning mouth"
would allow.  What a nice way to wake up!  I could get used to having a man
in my bed.  I felt the bed jostle, signifying that we were not alone.  I
looked down and Gretel was looking up at me from the vicinity of my pussy.
"What are you doing down there?" I asked.
   "When did you get your pubic hair?" she queried.  "I don't have any yet.
Not a one."
   I always feel like I'm trying to catch up when I talk to Gretel. 
Sleepily, I gave her an honest answer: "Mine all grew in during the last
year.  I'm just now getting enough to think about shaving it off."
   "Why would you shave it off?  I noticed that a lot of women around the
camp shave their muffs."
   "I don't know.  It's like a beard, I guess.  You shave it or you don't.
Or you leave little strips.  You do what you like.  Nobody really cares one
way or another.  I think I might shave it because getting it caught in
someone's teeth is no fun."
   That puzzled her.  After watching her fuck her own brother the night
before, I forgot for a minute that she was just a little kid.  A textile
kid at that.  "Teeth?  Why would it get caught in someone's teeth."
   I glance at Hansel, and he gave a little shrug, as if to say, "You got
yourself into this."
   "Ever heard of oral sex?"
   "Oral sex?  Like phone sex?  Operators are standing by, and all that?"
Someone had been staying up past her bedtime, if she had seen those sex
line commercials.
   "No, sex with your mouth.  Lips and tongue.  Come on, let's get some
breakfast."
   There was a short discussion about whether we should have breakfast or
skip directly to lunch.  I didn't know how to cook much anyway, so we had
froot loops and microwaved beanie weenies.  Gretel didn't want to drop the
subject of oral sex.  "But WHY would you use your mouth instead of your
cock or pussy?"
   "Well, for one thing, it's fun and a nice change, and for another you
don't have to worry about getting pregnant."
   "Pregnant?" Her eyes got really big, as if she hadn't thought of that
before.  She probably hadn't.
   After an uncomfortable silence, I said, "Don't worry about it.  You're
probably way too young to get pregnant.  I just started having periods
myself, so I have to be careful." Hansel was beet read as he listened to us
girls discuss biology.  He found something very interesting on his plate
and studied it quietly as we continued.
   "You saw us?  You were awake?" I nodded.  "I'm not a virgin anymore,"
she finished wistfully.  I think she was about to cry.
   "I don't think Hansel counts.  I fool around with my brothers all the
time, but we don't get all mushy about it." This shocked Hansel enough that
he looked up from his beanie weenies for a second, and then dove into his
soggy froot loops.  "It's pretty common, or so I've read.  I still wouldn't
spread the knowledge around, if I were you.  A lot of people can get up
tight about that sort of thing."
   So we finished our breakfast-lunch, rinsed the dishes, and put them in
the dishwasher.  We all needed a shower.  We were all sweaty, and the other
kids had dried cum and stuff all over them.  Since it was just us, we piled
into my parents' big shower; my parents made sure it was big enough for the
two of them before they bought the doublewide, so it was just right for the
three of us.
   Three naked soapy kids in a shower!  We had more fun than we would have
been allowed, had we been supervised.  We made a game of it, where two of
us would wash the other one, using hands and soap only, from head to toe
and points between.  There was a lot of genital exploration, and not the
shy tentative kind we did the day before.  We took our time and inspected
each other's bodies carefully, stroking and fondling as much as we liked.
Hansel really enjoyed washing my little boobs, and I finally got my
slippery hands on his hard cock and ass.  I was tempted to jerk him off
right there in the shower, but he had cum so much already I wanted to save
some for later.  Besides, his little sister was right there, and I was
still a little shy about coming on to him in front of her.
   We were drying off in the crowded little bathroom; I was drying Hansel's
back and Gretel was sitting on the toilet seat facing her brother. 
Suddenly, Gretel announced, "I want to know about oral sex!  Is it like
this?" She engulfed Hansel's hard cock in her mouth and held it motionless.
   "Owwww!  No teeth!  No teeth!" he shouted.  She released his now
softening rod and sat back, disappointed.
   I bit my lip.  I wasn't sure I should explain oral sex to a 7 year old,
but I guessed she would find out anyway.  "Should we tell her?" I asked?
   "Please," said Hansel, examining his penis for injuries in front of the
mirror.
   Gretel and I went to my parents' bedroom.  I needed to change the sheets
on the bed anyway, so I figured it wouldn't matter if we got a little more
cum on them.  I pulled back the top covers and dropped them on the floor,
leaving a bare sheet on a king sized bed.
   "First off, it works either way.  Boys can make girls cum with their
mouths or vice versa."
   "A boy's tongue is nowhere as big as his cock.  How can he get it all
the way up there?"
   I sighed.  "Did you ever really look at your pussy?  I mean really get a
good look?" She shook her head.  I piled up some pillows and leaned back
with my legs spread.  "OK, um, you got your outer lips and your inner lips,
and of course your pussy hole here.  Those are all really nice to lick and
suck and kiss, but the best part is the clit right here.  It gets kind of
sensitive, so you don't necessarily want to dive right in there and start
licking the clit immediately, but eventually that's where the action is. 
If he just keeps licking you on the clit, you'll cum for sure."
   She looked puzzled.  "Show me," she said, leaning back and spreading her
legs.  I hesitated.  Sitting back while she fucks her brother is one thing,
but introducing a 7 year old to lesbian sex is another.  I glanced at
Hansel, who was watching from the bathroom door.  He shrugged with a slight
smile.  Well, I was still a kid too, so what could they do to me?  At least
I didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant.  So, I got down between
her legs and started easy with a few butterfly kisses on her labia majora.
She giggled, but I didn't know whether it was because it tickled or because
of the sheer naughtiness of letting someone kiss her bathing suit area.  So
I licked her outside lips, and the hidden sensitive groove between her tiny
inner lips and her outer lips.  I turned my head sideways and sucked her
pussy lips into my mouth and tickled them with my tongue.  I stuck my
tongue into her hole as far as it would go, until she said "Ow!" I guessed
she was sore from losing her maidenhead, and backed off.  Finally I settled
down to her clit, with tiny feather touches of my tongue.  After a few
minutes she was shuddering and bucking beneath my mouth, filling my mouth
with sweet sticky love juices, and stifling her girlish cries of joy with
an overstuffed pillow.  Soon she pushed me away, panting.
   "Oh wow.  Hansel, you have to learn how to do this!" He was still
standing at the bathroom door, but now with a hungry horny expression on
his face.  His cock was so hard I thought he might squirt all over my
parents' carpet if he didn't get some relief.
   "It works for boys too.  Wanna try?" I asked.  He grinned and bounced
over to the bed, leaning back against the pillows and headboard
expectantly. We girls arranged ourselves on either side of him.
   "As you've already found out, we never let our teeth touch a cock.  Boys
don't like that.  Cocks are very sensitive, and besides, it scares them. 
You can suck them like you were doing, but you can also lick them all over,
like this." I started at the base of his balls, as low as I could get, and
licked all around them.  He groaned.  And then I licked up the shaft,
sucking up some of the precum drooling down the sides.  I had been wanting
to do that since I first got his pants off yesterday, and if was so
salty-satisfying!  "This part right here is the most sensitive, almost like
your clit..." I continued, licking his frenulum, just under the head, right
under his piss-slit.  I held his head in place with my upper lip and
tickled it with the tip of my tongue, and he groaned.  I think he was about
to go off.  "You try!" I invited.
   Gretel dived in and licked his balls, just as I had shown her.  "Slowly,
slowly!" I cautioned.  "Boys don't like sudden motions near their balls. 
She started up the shaft, and I joined her, licking from the other side. 
Our tongues touched more than once, and that naturally led to some kissing
between us too.  I'm sure she could taste her own juices on my lips.  We
tried kissing with her brother's cock between our lips, like the bit on two
friendly horses, but it didn't really work out until we moved up to the
head.  There we could alternate between kissing and licking Hansel's
cockhead and each other's mouths, back and forth, one motion blending into
the other as I stroked his spit-slick cock with my hand and she cupped his
balls with the other.  We were so involved that we hardly noticed when
Hansel started squirting into our mouths.  It might have been the second or
third squirt when Gretel turned and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. 
She looked surprised when she got a mouthful of his sweet salty cum.  Her
head came back up and I took over to get the next squirt.  It felt so
wonderful to have this boy pulsing in my mouth.  I just held him, caressed
him with my tongue, and let him finish spending his seed against the back
of my throat.  I knew that wouldn't be enough.  I wanted him inside my
pussy, right then and there.
   "That was weird," said Gretel.  "Not too bad.  Kinda thick and gummy. 
It's worth it, though, if it made you feel as good as Sissy made me feel."
   "Oh, I'm sure it did.  That felt really good," Hansel sighed.  "Thank
you both."
   "Save your thanks, jerk.  You need to learn how to oral sex me.  Hey,
Sissy!  Get up here and spread your legs, would you?  I want to show my
brother what to do." Suddenly she's an authority!  Hansel looked at me
questioningly, one eyebrow raised.  I smiled at him, hopefully not too
eagerly.  I wanted to be cool, but I also wanted to feel his tongue on my
slit!
   "Oh come on.  You two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other since
we got here.  Now's your chance!"
   So Hansel and I swapped places, and Gretel scooted down to my crotch so
she could supervise.  From the beatific expression on Hansel's face as he
gazed up at my damp open pussy, one would have thought he had found the
Holy Grail.  As Gretel pointed out the various important parts, Hansel
leaned forward and gave each one a slow gentle reverent kiss.  She didn't
get her vocabulary exactly right, but she had the gist of it.  The soft
worshipful touch of his lips on my "flavia major" sent chills through me,
and by the time the tender tentative tip of his tongue touched my
"clickorice," I was dripping with sweet slick juice.  I don't really think
he paid much attention to his little sister's backseat driving; he was
having too much fun exploring this amazing new playground spread out before
him.  When my brothers eat me out, they are mostly focused on getting me
off; but Hansel was just being sweet and affectionate, loving me with his
mouth, as if he had all the time in the world to give me what I most
desired.  After several minutes of licking all around my pussy lips and
inside my pussy, I was squirming around enough that he decided it was time
to focus on my "click." He tried long slow deep strokes and he tried tiny
little flicks of his tongue.  He tried jabbing with his tongue and he tried
little circles.  His sister's kibitzing faded into background noise, as the
world contracted to that hot electric connection between his tongue and my
clit.  He was a receptive lover; he picked up on what pleased me.  I've
never been able to verbally explain what I want during sex, but I certainly
make enough noise to get my point across.  What always did it for me is
tiny little feathery tickles from the tip of the tongue, as light as
dandelion fluff, as silky as a cat's tail.  He found the gentle touch I
craved and the world exploded.
   When I came back to myself, I heard the X-Box playing down the hall in
my room.  Apparently Gretel had gotten bored with watching someone else be
pleasured, and she wandered off.  Hansel had stopped moving his tongue,
waiting for me to come down, but he still held his tongue lightly against
my hard little nubbin.  He slowly transformed his tonguework into a light
kiss, and I jumped because I was so sensitive after my sweet cum.  He
kissed all around my pubic bone and made a trail of kisses up to and around
my bellybutton.  He continued his line of kisses up to my breasts.  There
he rested on knees and elbows, gently kissing all around my little breasts,
as his once-again-hard cock bumped and drooled pre-cum around the wet
welcoming entrance to my young womanhood.  I was slippery from saliva and
my own secretions, and the slick head of his cock was slipping all about,
not quite finding the hole.  I had a moment of panic.  Did I want to let
him inside me?  My legs were spread wide, welcoming him, so obviously there
was nothing my pre-teen body wanted more, but was it a good idea?  I
decided that it was close enough to my period that it was safe enough, and
I was probably already pregnant anyway.  He kissed and licked my nipples,
and my pussy clenched, as if to suck him into me.  Of course I was going to
find some way to rationalize it.  I was going to fuck this boy, so there
was no sense in agonizing over it any longer.  I scooted my ass an inch to
the left and his cock lodged right between my pussy lips.  He hesitated,
closed his eyes and moaned a little bit, as he felt the warm moist kiss of
my nether lips on his throbbing maleness.  I gazed happily into his face
and pulled him up to meet me in a sweet passionate kiss, the first since I
awoke with him this noon, and as he slid up my body his cock slid inside me
without resistance.  I tasted my own secretions mixed with his sisters on
his lips, and surely he must have tasted himself and his sister on mine. 
He held me quietly for a moment, his cock filling me, pulsing gently,
savoring the sensation of being joined so intimately.  We kissed with
increasing passion; and gradually, of their own accord, our hips began to
move.  My loins rocked forward to eagerly meet his thrusts, squeezing his
manhood as we reluctantly pulled away.  We let ourselves be driven by
instinct, reveling in the sheer animal pleasure available to humans if we
allow it.  Our breathing was harsh, ragged, and it was obvious that we
would both cum before much longer.  One last moment of panic flashed across
my brain: should I ask him to pull out?  Could he if he wanted to?  And
then my climax hit, and heard him cry out with me, and I felt him
throbbing, pumping, filling me with his hot juice, as I clenched and
spasmed around his hard male core.  He seemed to jerk and throb inside me
forever, and yet it was over in no time at all.  Soon I held a gasping
sweaty boy in my arms and I began to feel his hardness ebbing away inside
me.  He looked at me and smiled the sweetest smile and kissed me.
   "I'm glad you were my first," I said.
   "I'm glad you were mine," he responded.
   He stayed inside me a while, and I liked that, but eventually his soft
cock slipped out of me, and he rolled off.  We gazed at each other for a
while, and talked about silly things, as new lovers do, and kissed a lot.
Eventually it dawned on us that we were hearing noises other than X-Box
from down the hall, and we got up to check on Gretel.  We crept down the
hall and peeked into my room.  On the floor were TWO abandoned game
controllers, and on my bed were Gretel and my little brother, humping away
like they had been doing it for years.  They were doing it doggie style,
which was Li'l Bro's favorite position, and she was giggling and moaning
happily.  Li'l Bro's tight little ass clenched and he thrust deeply into
her, and I knew he was cumming inside her.
   Hansel and I gaped at each other and crept back to Mom and Dad's
bedroom. "I'm probably going to have to have a talk with her about
pregnancy and such," he said.
   "That won't be easy.  She's too young to get pregnant now, but she likes
sex too much to stop.  I don't know what to tell our parents.  I think mine
will be OK with you and me, but I don't know about the younger ones."
   "Do they have to know?  Is it their business?"
   "I don't know.  They might not worry so much about incest if they knew."
   It was a lot to think about.  And I guess we had all had enough sex by
then, so we cleaned up and went down to the pool and met my big brother and
tore around for a while.  We came back and did chores and had time to fuck
around some more and clean up again before the parents got back late.
   They were gone all day, but didn't seem to accomplish much.  They spent
most of the day at the DMV, trying to get a replacement license for Ginger,
but she didn't have any ID.  They spent the rest of the day talking by
phone to my lawyer uncles and various police departments.  Plus there was
the 3 hour commute.  They never got around to buying clothing.  It would
have made Ginger feel better to have clothing of her own, but she realized
that it was the least of her worries right now.  They would have stayed in
town overnight, but they didn't want Hansel and Gretel to feel any more
abandoned than they already were.
   The one big thing they accomplished was to find Ginger a job and a place
to stay, at least temporarily.  She is a nurse, and old Mr.  McDougal
needed a live-in nurse to stay out of assisted living.  It would take
several days to work out the arrangements, but Ginger and the kids would be
at the camp for the rest of the summer, at least.
   After hearing that good news, we all chose up sides and went to bed.  We
started the night with me on the sofa, Ginger and her kids on my double
bed, and everyone else in their proper places.  By the next morning, Ginger
had migrated to my parents' bed, Gretel was snuggled up to Li'l Bro in the
top bunk, and I was back in my own bed with Hansel.  Oddly enough, there
was no comment on the sleeping arrangements when the adults got up.
   So, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal.  After the
other kids woke up, we would have the whole day, free from parents, to
knock around a boring old nudist park.  I think we had already done
everything there was to do there the day before.  I guess we could do it
again.  As I crunched my cereal I mentally ticked off the things we might
do until the `rents got back and started giving orders: X-box, swimming
pool, volleyball...  It's kind of a boring place, really.  I had to laugh
at my mom.  "Stay out of trouble," she said.
   Honestly.  What kind of trouble could five naked kids get into, anyway? 
  
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