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Foreword:
I am attempting to show alternatives to the current mythos that sex is 
harmful to children.  
My thesis is that sex is neither inherently good nor bad, whether it is 
between adults of the opposite sex, adults of the same sex, children with children 
nor children with adults.  Sex, first and foremost should be fun for all parties 
involved, and sex should be subordinate to love.  Sex where one person is using the 
other for their own pleasure is not good.  I don't enjoy reading about it, and don't 
plan to write about it, and such sex is what gives pedophiles a bad name.  I do not 
believe that this is typical of pedophiles, just the ones that get into the news.  
What I am attempting to write about in this story and hopefully others, is 
love with sex, where the pleasure, and long term well being of the partner is of 
paramount importance to the protagonists.
It will probably not be as pornographic as most of the stories published 
here, but if I can make you cry a little as well as turning you on, in my own eyes, I 
will have succeeded.
Enjoy.



Lovers

By James L. Hurlburt
Copyright 1996

	Aunt Julie came to the door of my room, paused a moment and said 
"Michael, Jamie - Bob and I need to talk with you.  Could you come down to the 
living room for a while please."  I looked at Jamie, lying on the bed beside me with 
her history book, and could see on her face that, like me, she figured the jig was 
up.  Aunt Julie turned to go, and reluctantly, we followed down the stairs.  
	When we got to the living room, Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob were sitting 
on the couch together, they didn't appear to be upset, but this still wasn't very 
encouraging.  I went to the love seat across from them and Jamie sat down against 
me and clasped my hand.  "Well, we have a united front at least." Uncle Bob said,  
"That's very encouraging.  And, to put mortal terror at rest, Julie and I know that 
you two have been lovers for at least a couple of weeks and we aren't angry with 
you.  However, you are playing with fire and what we are going to try to do is to 
furnish you with potholders and pokers so you won't get burnt, and teach you 
some fire safety rules so you won't burn down the house. OK?"  
	Silence.  Embarrassed silence.
	After a few moments, Aunt Julie spoke, "I see we have replaced mortal 
terror with mortal embarrassment, so for the moment we will do most of the 
talking, and give you a chance to settle down and relax a little.  We know that you 
two are having sex, I've been watching it develop for a couple of months now, and 
when I found blood on your sheets, Mike, traces of blood on your shorts and 
Jamie's panties, Jamie was walking pretty cautiously that morning, and you two 
were sort of floating around the house for the next few days - well it didn't require 
a Sherlock Holmes to make a few deductions, then when I saw your faces when I 
asked you to come down, well, you might just as well have written it out and signed 
it.  I was hoping that you were making love, rather than just fucking -- from the 
way you two have been acting together and are sitting now, that appears to be 
true."
	As I sat there, on the love seat with Jamie, I thought back over the last 
year and how we had come to be here, caught in the act.  Aunt Julie and Uncle 
Bob weren't really my Aunt and Uncle, although, they filled the job in every way 
except biological fact.  A couple of years ago, my Dad met Sarah, Aunt Julie's 
sister, and they had started going out.  This was a bit tough for a 12 year old boy to 
take, she was taking a lot of Dad's time that up till then had been mine, but she was 
a nice lady who knew from the start that she had to woo both of us, succeeded 
quite well, and married Dad just a little over a year ago.  It had turned out to be 
really nice to have a mom again, and things were going fine.  Then came the night 
when they were coming home from a movie, and a drunk hit their car.  
	Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob had arrived a few hours later, and gathered me 
up, then after the funeral, I just stayed with them.  A few months later, they and my 
grandparents had gotten together, talked it over, then asked me if I would like to 
live with them permanently.  By then, that was what I was hoping for, and had 
been hinting about, so I didn't have to think it over at all.  A few weeks later, there 
was a court hearing, a judge asked me much the same questions, and it was official.
	The first few weeks after the accident were pretty bad, it was early in the 
summer so I didn't have school to worry about, but it also meant that I had plenty 
of time to feel sorry for myself.  I had met Uncle Bob, Aunt Julie, and Jamie 
several times during the previous year and had stayed with them when Dad and 
Mom went  on their honeymoon.  Jamie and I had gotten along OK, but nothing 
special.  When you have a 10 year old girl and a 13 year old boy together, you will 
have some bickering, but mostly what we had was a peaceful coexistence.  	Then 
after the accident, Jamie had been extra nice to me, and I had started talking to her 
about what I was feeling.  I think that as much as anything was what had taken me 
through my grief and gotten me to going again.  We had started sitting together, 
and playing games together, Dad had taught me to play gin, and I taught it to 
Jamie, and before long, she was real competition.  We had a tournament going for 
about 3 months, playing almost every day, and were staying pretty even, although it 
had gotten so that when I played with Uncle Bob, he was awfully easy to beat.  He 
complained about this a lot, but was always willing to play. 
	As the summer progressed, we tried kissing.  I had been thinking about 
Jamie as a girl, and as possible sex ever since we first met, what pubescent boy 
wouldn't have, but had lacked the skills and opportunity to put the thought into 
practice.  I had been jacking off and thinking about it though.  Then one evening, 
after the gin game, Jamie was laying on my bed beside me and we were both 
reading, or at least I thought she was.  I was laying there wondering what it would 
be like to kiss her, turned over and found her looking into my eyes.  I thought, 
"Here goes nothing.", and bent towards her lips.  She raised to meet me.  I am sure 
that kiss lacked technical skill, I am also sure that we will both remember it for the 
rest of our lives.   
	During the next few weeks, our technique improved - it should have with 
that much practice and Jamie introduced me to French kissing.  She had heard 
about it from her friends and wanted to try it.  Along with kissing, petting was 
developing nicely as well, Jamie's breasts were starting to bud, but she didn't wear 
a bra around the house much.  I suspect this was deliberate, I think she had been 
wearing a bra more of the time before that.
	A few days later, Aunt Julie went to a meeting, Uncle Bob was at work, 
and the petting got serious.  I had my hand up under her tee-shirt caressing her bud 
breasts, she had a hand under my shirt rubbing my stomach and chest, I had a hard 
on that wouldn't quit, and Jamie was acting pretty turned on.  I slowly slid my hand 
down across her stomach and started under the waistband of her pants.  As the 
waistband started to get tight on my hand, I felt her stomach suck in and my hand 
slid the rest of the way into her pants.  I was afraid she wouldn't want to go too far, 
so I was sliding my hand back and fourth across her lower body, gradually creeping 
lower and lower, when Jamie grasped my arm and pushed it on down.  My hand 
slid over her mound and found the start of her cleft.  
	Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, but even with her stomach 
sucked in, I couldn't get my hand much lower.  I caressed her for a moment, then 
pulled out my hand.  I took her free hand, and guided it into the top of my 
waistband, then started fumbling with the button and zipper on her pants.  
Unbuttoning and unzipping a pair of pants sounds simple, after all, if you are a guy, 
you do it several times a day, but when you are in terminal lust, you have a squirmy 
girl kissing you, working her hand into your pants, and it is the first time you have 
attempted to unfasten someone else's pants with one hand, it can seem to take a 
real long time to get the job done.  However, in a few moments, no matter how 
long it seemed, I had her pants unzipped and had my hand back inside her panties.  
In the mean time, Jamie had decided to work on unfastening my pants and was 
having about as much luck as I had.  As my hand slid over her cleft, Jamie moaned 
a little.  "Is that OK?", I asked.  "Oh yes!", she replied.  As my hand slid further 
down, I could feel moistness in her cleft, and a bump that I later learned was her 
clitoris.  I didn't understand how to masturbate a girl yet, and Jamie didn't know 
how to tell me, so we just caressed for a while longer,  I wanted to come real bad, 
but was not sure I wanted Jamie to see it, so after a while we quit, and I went into 
the bathroom.  At that point, about three pulls on my cock, and I was coming.  It 
was a release, but not truly a pleasure.
	About this time, we discovered a copy of `The Joy of Sex' in Uncle 
Bob's library.  The first time we saw it, it was on the coffee table in the family 
room, and we soon became ardent students of the text. It was a while after we 
found it before we had much time alone, it was starting to seem as though Aunt 
Julie was around more than she had been earlier in the summer, and her 
movements were less regular, but in 15 and 30 minute pieces, we put in a lot of 
time reading and practicing what we could with our clothes on.  We read about 
fellatio and cunnilingus, (it took a while for us match them up with their slang 
terms, and Jamie got a serious case of the giggles over it), but what we spent the 
most time studying and discussing was the deflowering of virgins.
	The next time we had a few hours we could depend on, Jamie wanted to 
see me come and by then I wasn't hard to persuade.  She took my hand, dragged 
me along behind her and into her bedroom and started undressing me. She was 
using both hands, so she had my pants off in a minute.  My tool was firmly at 
attention with a little pre-come making the head glisten in the light; She touched it 
with her fingertips lightly and traced down the veins along the side.  She was a bit 
handicapped because I was trying to take her pants off at the same time, after a 
moment, she turned her attention away from me and helped me off with her pants 
and shirt.  
	This was the first time I had really seen her naked, and the sight was 
almost enough for me to come then and there.  I finished taking off my shirt with a 
lot of eager assistance, then we kissing and petted for a little while. Soon enough, 
Jamie turned her full attention back to my cock.  She turned around and got onto 
her knees on the bed beside me.  By now, there was more than a little pre-come 
and as she started stroking me, even more yet.  I continued to get harder and 
bigger, and between her stroking me and me caressing her pussy from behind and 
wanting to come for Jamie, it was only another minute or two before I climaxed.  
Jamie was watching closely, and was directly in the line of fire.  The first shot hit 
her face, and the second hit her chest.  "Ooo, yuck.", she exclaimed, then as some 
of it trickled into her mouth, "It doesn't taste too bad though."	
	As if the experience so far hadn't been enough for her , she then took the 
end of my cock into her mouth, the most of the squirting was done by then and 
started sucking on it.  Even though I had just finished one ejaculation, in about 30 
seconds, she had me coming again.  As the spasms subsided, "Oh, wow.", I sighed 
and lay back on the bed.  Jamie turned around and lay down along side and on top 
of me, rubbing the come on her breasts onto my chest.  She started kissing me 
again, and she was right, it didn't taste too bad.  I raised her up and started licking 
and sucking at her nipples.  Buds and all, that brought them to attention right away, 
and Jamie rolled over onto her back like a cat being petted, relaxed and happy.  I 
started kissing and licking her down her chest and across her stomach. Happy 
stayed and improved, but relaxed started to look a bit frayed around the edges.  I 
slipped my hand down between her legs, she spread them wide for me, and relaxed 
lost.  
	She started thrusting at my hand, while at the same time pushing my head 
lower and lower across her body.  I figured why not, and slid down the bed until I 
was facing her pussy between her spread legs.  As I kissed and licked her mound 
and started my tongue into her slit, she started thrusting even more.  I was finding it 
difficult to keep up with her, but stayed with it as she started to moan, gasp, then a 
screech.  "Did I hurt you?", I said, worried.  "No, no, don't stop.", she gasped, 
"But I think I just came, I'd been wondering what it was like."  "Pretty noisy.", I 
said, and went back to licking her.  In a few moments she started to relax, so I slid 
up along the bed beside her.  We lay there cuddling and kissing for a little longer, 
then because we knew Aunt Julie would be home soon, went to the bathroom and 
took our first shower together.  That was just about as good as it gets, only slightly 
spoiled by the need to hurry and be done, dry and dressed before Aunt Julie got 
home.
	Jamie was only 11, and we didn't think she could get pregnant, but our 
first attempts to have intercourse were not very successful.  It took us four or five 
tries spread over  two weeks to get past Jamie's cherry,  I was afraid to hurt her, 
and neither one of us really understood what was needed, besides, the opportunities 
to do more than casual petting and kissing were becoming even less available.  But 
between 20 fingers, one tongue and one cock, we succeeded. 	
	What finally did it was an over exuberant thrust by Jamie as we were 
experimenting one day.  She was on her back with her hips on a pillow as `The Joy 
of Sex" recommends, and I was astride her with the head of my cock pressed 
firmly against her baby hole.  We had been moving together for a while and I was 
building to a climax when we got out of sync and Jamie gave an extra thrust at the 
same moment.  There was kind of a pop, and I slid a couple of inches inside her.  
Jamie gasped, and sort of yelped.  I asked, "Are you OK?", and started to pull out.  
Jamie held on to me, holding me in her, "Don't stop now."  "You're sure?", I 
asked.  She nodded and hugged me tighter.  I pushed gently, then pulled out a little 
and pushed again.  Jamie squeaked with every thrust, but still had her arms around 
me holding me in her; in just a moment she had the rhythm again and was 
matching me stroke for stroke.  Soon, I was bottomed out in her.  We lay there and 
kissed some more, then started moving together again.  I don't think Jamie came 
that time, but I sure did, and I know she came every time after that, generally 
several times.
	I knew we had been getting reckless with our lovemaking, and I suppose 
we should have expected to get caught, but at 11 and 14, in lust and love at the 
same time, for the first time, it was hard to turn down any opportunities, and we 
didn't wait for just the good ones.  Jamie started sneaking into my room after her 
parents had gone to bed, and that alone would have done it pretty soon, even if 
Aunt Julie hadn't been watching us the way she was. 
	This makes it sound like we were obsessed with sex, and I suppose we 
were, but even more, we were in love.  Any time we had an opportunity, we kissed 
and petted.  With any more time and privacy we tried many of the examples given 
in our book.  But when the adults were there, we were happy just being together, 
doing homework, sitting and reading, playing games or watching TV.  I don't think 
I have ever been so happy, and I believe that Jamie was even more ecstatic.  
Thinking back, now, it was no wonder that Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob noticed what 
was going on.  They would have had to have been blind and stupid to have 
overlooked the way we were acting.

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	Aunt Julie continued, "However, back to the fires, there are several 
possible ways you can get in serious trouble from here.  The most urgent one is 
pregnancy, you do know that this is how babies are made, don't you Mike?"  I 
nodded.  "I knew that Julie at least, has the information, but we didn't go into it in 
detail last summer when we had that talk dear, it didn't seem necessary at the time. 
But it certainly is now.  I realize that most girls can't get pregnant at 11, but most 
11 year old girls haven't been sexually stimulated for the last couple of months, and 
even though it is still quite unlikely that Jamie is pregnant, if you two keep on like 
this it is certain to happen.  
	From that point there is a bad choice, abortion, and a worse choice, a 12 
and a 15 year old having a baby.  At 11, Jamie, your body isn't ready yet to have a 
baby, and you won't be ready to raise one for another six or eight years after that.  
An abortion will affect you both, in ways you won't understand for now, but 
looking at others who have had them, the effect is not good, is long term, and will 
probably destroy your relationship at the very least.  So, rather than dwelling longer 
on the bad points, we shall try to prevent them."
	"How, Momma?", Jamie said beside me.
	"Well, first thing, we are going to do an "at home pregnancy test" on you.  
Take this strip into the bathroom and pee on it.  It is very unlikely that you have 
caught yet, but we want to be sure.  Abortions are less bad if they are done 
quickly."  
	"But I haven't had a period yet, how can I be pregnant?" 
	"A woman's period means that she has ovulated and was not fertilized.  
Dr. Wilson says that it is possible to catch on the first ovulation, and you two have 
been making a valiant effort to test this hypothesis.  If this happened, you could be 
pregnant without ever having had a period.  Unlikely, but still possible and we need 
to check, so go dear."
	"Yes, Momma.", said Jamie as she got up, took the strip and went out of 
the room.  
	I must have shown how worried and scared I was, because Uncle Bob 
looked at me and said, "Relax Mike, this still isn't a hanging jury, but problems 
don't go away just because you are afraid to check them out.  We need to know; if 
there is a problem it will be much easier to handle now than later."
	In a few moments Jamie came back into the room.  "Here Momma.", she 
said.  Aunt Julie looked at the strip, checked the paper she held in her had and said, 
"OK, we are past that one, the test shows negative.  So, to be sure about the last 
few days, go get a glass of water dear and take this pill.  It's a morning after pill, 
and what the pregnancy test won't show, this will take care of.  You might have 
fertilized an egg in the last couple of days, but it has not implanted yet.  This will 
keep it from implanting on the unlikely chance there is one."  Jamie went out again 
and returned in a moment, snuggling down beside me again.
	"So," Uncle Bob said, "Now that we have damage control taken care of, 
we come to the hard part-prevention.  Julie and I don't subscribe to the current 
mythos, that sex for children is wicked, harmful, evil, must be forbidden at all 
costs, and causes dandruff."  
	"Dandruff, Daddy?", giggled Jamie.  
	"Well, maybe not dandruff, but they add a long list of other things.  Julie 
and I have decided that the cure is worse than the disease, and are going to allow, 
even encourage you two to continue.
	However, there are conditions - mainly that you shall use birth control 
each and every time you make love from now on, I mean every time without fail, 
and the rhythm method, or early withdrawal don't count.  Julie has some stuff for 
you now, and an appointment to see Dr. Wilson next week, both of you, because 
you both need to know what needs to be done and how to do it.  We must have 
your promises, and you must make us believe that you mean them, and you must 
keep them without fail.  This is more for your own good than ours - Julie and I can 
survive the neighbors talking about you much better than you two can survive 
starting to raise a baby before Jamie even gets to high school.  This is so important, 
that if we feel we can't believe and trust you, we will have to separate you.  And 
what that will mean is a different home for you, Mike.  A very very bad thought, 
but not quite as bad as a baby for you two in the next few years.  We don't want to 
do it.  We will weep if we must do it, but do it we shall if it seems necessary.  Is this 
understood?"
	I must have paled, and I know that Jamie did, she became very still beside 
me and clutched my hand almost hard enough to hurt. 
	"Well, Bob, you seem to have brought mortal terror back to the top of the 
list.", said Aunt Julie,  "Sending you away Mike, is very low on our list of options.  
We will only do it as a very last resort.  But you had to be made aware of how 
serious the problem can be. There are birth control methods that work and do not 
interfere with sex.  Sex is more fun if you don't have to worry about making a 
baby.  So, it is your turn now.  Talk to us.  Jamie, do you love Mike?'
	"Oh, yes Momma.", Jamie sobbed.  "Please don't send him away."  
	I slipped my arm around her and hugged her close.  "And I love you, 
baby.", I said to her, amazed at how odd and how good it felt to say it.  She looked 
up, startled.  "I love you, Mike.", she cried, wrapping her arms around my neck 
and kissing me.  With the adults watching, I didn't kiss back as well as I might 
have, but it must have been good enough.
	"Well, Julie, I believe that is about as well established as we are going to 
get for now.", said Uncle Bob with a chuckle.
	"I believe so.", said Aunt Julie,  "So, I expect that you two have had 
about as much of this as you can stand for one day. Will you both promise to use 
birth control from now on?"  We both nodded.  She continued, "We will need to 
have several more of these conversations during the next few weeks, mostly about 
how to make the rest of the world believe that you are following the current public 
social customs while living the way you choose to.  Bob and I have been doing it 
for years and have the techniques down pretty well.  Go on back upstairs and I will 
be up in a little while with some supplies and explanations on how to use it."
	She started to smile.  "Jamie, there is no need for you to sneak into 
Mike's room after you think we are asleep.  You two may sleep in either of your 
beds as suits you.  And we both love the two of you very much.  You are the best 
kids we could ask for, and I was very glad you took advantage of the book I left out 
for you."
	"Momma!!", Jamie said a bit indignantly, "How did you know all about 
us?"
	By now Aunt Julie was grinning.  "Well, I have been a mother for nearly 
12 years now, daughter, and I know you pretty well.  Mothers learn to stay aware 
of what kids are up to, and you two haven't been very good at hiding what you 
were doing.  And more important, I was specifically watching to see what you 
might do together, after all, you are nearly a year older than I was when I started.  
Bob wasn't my first experience, but I wasn't much older than you are the first time 
that we made love."
	I was stunned, then a bit chagrined.  We hadn't been fooling those two a 
bit, they had been at least two steps ahead of us all the way.  
	Jamie slipped out of my arms and ran across to her parents, climbing into 
their laps and hugging them both.  "I love you Momma, and Daddy.  You are the 
best parents in the whole world."  I followed more slowly, and was swept into a big 
family hug.  

The End
(for now)
