Josh's Letter 2
by Tim Thomasson
timthommass@yahoo.com

copyright 2005 by Tim Thomasson, all rights reserved 

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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I don't want to sound wimpy but I think I was
almost skipping as I left the house. See I was on my
way to the Ackleman's and the reason I was skipping was
that both Trevor and Terri are currently enrolled in
Nudie Juvie and their mother had just granted me
permission to 'borrow' them for a few hours. Now
Trevor is my age, 13, in fact he is also in a couple
of my classes and I think he is an ok dude, however,
he happened to be available. What suxed, for Trevor
anyway, is that his sister also happens to be in Nudie
Juvie right now as well. And her, her I find an
irritant. She is the kind of chick who manages to tell on
everyone while acting as if she is just stating known
facts. The kind who acts all prissy and proper like
she is high and mighty and you are just beneath her.
Worse of all, she is the kind of chick who dots the 'i'
at the end of her name with a heart! So you know I was
smiling when their dad opened the door.

Dads are dads everywhere so of course I spent a
couple of minutes talking with him. Also their parents
were different then Eric's in that both Trevor and
Terri had been taken home by their dad right after
leaving the court house and hadn't been seen since.
So it was with great relief when he said, with a tilt
of his head towards the family room, "You seem like a
very level headed young man. Go on. They're in there."

Walking into the family room I found Trevor and Terri
sitting on the couch, dressed in shorts and T-shirts,
watching some dumb TV game show. And though both
looked up at me as I entered the room all Trevor
managed to do was to nod at me, weakly. That he
understood why I had to be there was written on his
face. Terri on the other hand just scowled, then
demanded to know what I was doing here. I was going to
enjoy this!

In my sweetest and most fake voice I answered her by
saying, "Why Terri. I can't believe you have to ask
that." Then counted to ten in my head before sneering,
"I have come to borrow you two of course." I think
Trevor groaned. I know Terri's eyes blinked a lot
before she started to tell me otherwise. In that
bitchy voice that comes so naturally to her. Lucky for
me that her dad was just behind the door and entered
the room as soon as she started in, and stood there,
arms folded, just looking at her, before angrily
stating that he had given his approval and it was
obvious by her attitude that he was correct in doing
so. That shut her right up.

Grinning at her so hard that it hurt I just shook my
head, as if I too was disappointed with her attitude,
then said "Terri. Come here." She was just enough
taller than me that to look her straight in the eye I
would have had to have gotten up on tippy-toe, except
the fact that her eyes kept glancing down at the
floor. And each and every time she looked down, I
managed to catch her eye, and leer, suggestively.

I could feel her dad's eyes on me, as well as
Trevor's, and I somehow knew that I needed to make an
impression on everyone, now. So the first thing I did
was to start scolding her. Acting all ticked off.
Telling her she had way too much attitude and how dare
she disrespect me, or anyone for that matter, like
that. No wonder she was in the program! Second thing I
did was put my hands on her T-shirt, licking, wetting 
my lips as we stared at one another, but not so
her dad could see, then told her, "I think I need to
remind you of just who is who. And I can't think of a
better way to start then by having you strip down!" 

Now that got to her. She looked at her dad and started
pleading, wildly. Begging with her 'daddy' in that
voice that only works for girls. He paid no more
attention to her than I did and with one swift pull
from the bottom, as she was crying to her 'daddy', I
lifted her T-shirt up and off. No wonder she was all
upset. She wasn't wearing a bra! This exposed her
breasts for the merest of moments, it felt like we
had just been flashed, before her hands flew down to
cover herself, each hand cupping a breast. I didn't
even think, I just harshly said, "Hands on top of your
head Terri." Then watched as with real tears, and one
last look at her dad, she slowly did as ordered.

She sure has some sweet looking tits! They aren't very
big at all and my first impression was "She must be a 
late bloomer." but even so they have a pertness to
them that kept me from breathing for a moment. That
and she has these giant nipples. Well, not sure if
giant is the right word but the brown circle to them
seems to take up a lot of room. I glanced at Trevor
and while he still looked scared there was also a look
of relief, maybe, on his face. I think he was happy to
see his sister being put in her place.

Now I understood why she was so upset. It had just
dawned on me. Her dad hadn't gone into the punishment
rooms and I bet this was the first time he had ever
seen her breasts. There was a look on both of their
faces that kind of confirmed that. Made what I did
next even better as I made her lower one of her hands
and play with them. She was looking elsewhere even as
her hand fell to her breast before she slowly began
rubbing it. Rubbing so softly it was as if it was a
caress. 

I could feel myself rising, you know, down there, and
without thinking gently cupped her other breast with
my hands, cooing at her how soft yet firm it felt. I
was loving the way she was trembling to my touch as I
slowly started circling her nipple, beginning at the
outside ridge and working my way in, until the point
of her nipple was pointing straight out. Stepping back
I noticed the way her eyes were closed as she
continued to play with her breasts. But this had to
stop, at least for a while. Still, I was almost sad
when I told her to stop.

I needed time to catch my breath and get my control
back and the only way I could think of to do that was
to get Trevor involved. I told him to come here and 
unlike his sister Trevor obeyed, no questions asked.
I told Trevor I wanted him to take his sisters shorts
off for her and grinned at the hidden sparkle in his
eyes. He knew his turn was coming but no way he was
going to let that spoil this moment.

And what a moment it was. Trevor leaned down and undid
one button, then stretched the fabric out as far as it
could, before going onto the next button. When he
stretched the fabric out this time there were these
fine, soft brown pubic hairs. Like I said though
Trevor was playing this for all it was worth as he
stepped back, looked at his dad as if in shock before
exclaiming, as if in utter amazement, "Dad? First
Terri wasn't wearing a bra. And now? Look, no
underwear." I don't know whose face turned redder,
Terri's in embarrassment or her dad's in anger. What I
do know is that Trevor took his dear sweet time
getting her shorts off. And when they finally fell to
the floor, Trevor actually all but bowed before
stepping back to give us all the view of Terri's bush.
A soft and inviting shade of dark auburn that had
formed a very tight V what with the way her knees were
pushing in against one another, as if that would
hinder our view. It didn't. Especially when I made her
spread her feet apart with her hands still on top of
her head.

Know how you sometimes know what someone is thinking
even though they haven't told you anything. Well that
was their dad. Maybe it was the expression on his
face or maybe it was how far into the room he had
crept but somehow I just knew he approved and that I
had his permission to keep on going. So I did. Rubbing
my hands gently through Terri's bush, watching the way
she jumped onto her toes each time I let my finger
straighten and find it's way, however briefly, into
her moist insides. Doing so until I could feel her hot
breaths on my face as she started to pant, and see the
growing panic in her eyes. 

Stopping I tried to make my voice sound calm while
asking her if she now understood who was in charge.
Her voice sure was husky sounding when she answered 
"Yes." Then changed that to "Yes Sir." before I could
even correct her. Nodding my approval, at both her
submission and her now correct grammar, I smiled at
Trevor and with a huskiness in my own voice told him,
"Trevor. I want you to finger your sister until she
cums. Got that." Trevor had no problems replying with
a heartfelt "Yes Sir." Anymore than he had a problem
spreading his sister's soft pubes until her clit was
visible, glistening a moist pink, then slowly placing
his finger in his sisters opening, then, without
warning or prompting, started moving his hand back and
forth as fast as he possible could.

Terri is a moaner. I mean it was like we had all been
transported to a Haunted House the way she was
carrying on. And Trevor was fingering her so hard, and
so fast, that he was starting to sweat. So fast that
I had to slow him down just a bit, so that we, me and
his dad, could enjoy the show, and long enough for me
to tell Terri that she had to let out an "I am
cumming!" just before she did so that we could all be
prepared for her big finale. Not that this wasn't one
hell of a show in and of itself what with the way
Terri kept fighting her brothers actions. Trying to
lean back as his finger dove deeper in. Then all but
crying in both shame and pleasure as she the rocked
forward and onto Trevor's stiff finger. Driving him
deeper and further into her than he ever could have on
his own.

Man. Did she ever let out with a huge scream when
warning us she was ready to cum. It was enough to startle
me but not enough to make me miss the show. The way
her mouth trembled as she moaned and screamed. The way
her whole body shook. The way her knees went just a
little weak. Much less the way her eyes were closed so
tight they looked like slits. Or the way her mouth
hung open, panting like a dog who has played fetch too
long in a hot sun. It was a show alright. Terri was
shinnying and shivering and using this low tone even as
her head was bent backwards onto her shoulders. I was
licking my lips and panting myself, and was so lost in
my own thoughts that I hadn't even noticed that their
Mom had slipped into the room.

Mrs. Ackleman is very different than her husband and
that became crystal clear when out of the blue and in
a very harsh tone she stated, "Good. This girl needs
putting in her place!" Then glared at Mr. Ackleman as if
daring him to disagree. He didn't. In fact I thought
for a moment he might even mutter a demure, "Yes
dear." We all then went quiet for a moment, just
watching Terri as she continued to rock back and
forth in time with the small spasms that were still
rocking her body. I was amazed until I noticed the
why. Trevor, either playing it ultra safe, not having
been told to stop, or just getting off on all of this,
still had his finger inside his sister and was, ever
so subtly, moving his hand back and forth.

Something about the dark look and harsh tone in their
mom's voice told me to let Trevor continue to finger
his sister until once again we could see the sexual
heat building in her. That is when I made Trevor stop.
Right at that point. The one where a part of Terri
wanted to scream in protest. To beg her own brother to
continue. To beg with him to please make her cum. The
other part refused to look at any of us.

Trevor was next made to strip as well but after his
sister's show it was kind of a let down. I think that
is because, as I soon learned by his actions and his
parents talk, that Trevor undressed and naked was
nothing unusual at their house. Seems he was bared and
spanked on the spot, quite often and in front of one
and all, whereas Terri was never spanked, at least by
her dad, Much less in front of him, so the
embarrassment factor wasn't nearly as high for him.
But maturing later must be a family trait as Trevor
was just now getting his first hairs, and just a few
strays at that. Which strangely just made him look
even younger than if he had none.

Being that it was now dark, and while still warm if no
longer hot, their dad was kind enough to lend me two
of his T-shirts, shirts that were just long enough to
cover Trevor's and Terri's private parts, barely.
Also, as I told them, it will be so easy just to have
them pull them up or better yet, slip them off, should
we run into anyone along the way. Their mom just
laughed at that and suggested they walk back to the
McGregors naked. That I could just carry the T-shirts
and give them to them on their way back if it got cool
enough. I just smiled and nodded my thanks but no
thanks. And don't think it was because I was doing
Trevor or Terri any favors, far from it. I knew from
personal experience that it is much worse to be
standing there, all nervous, and playing head games
with yourself, wondering if you are going to be made
to 'show' yourself or not, then to already be naked.

Walking out the door I gave their mom two last good
chuckles when I first made them hold hands, saying
that I know it's dark outside now, but if you hold
on to each others hands you won't be as scared.
Neither Terri nor Trevor liked doing that: each acting
like the other had some strange disease. Anymore than
catching their look I said, "Oh, still scared? Tell
you what. Lets make a game out of it then. Why don't
you two skip while holding hands. That will keep your
mind off the dark." That's how we left their house,
Terri and Trevor holding hands and skipping in front
of me. The actions of their skipping raising their
T-shirts up and then down, exposing them, then
covering them, as their mom laughed loudly in delight.

Talk about being in a quandary. We were in danger of
running late to the McGregor's yet we had run into a
couple of friends from school. I told Sharron and
Robin that we didn't have much time, however we could
spare a quick moment. So what I did was have both
Terri and Trevor take their T-shirts off and hand them
to me. Which both did, although Terri very slowly and
sadly. Should have seen the girl's eyes bug out once
both were naked. Should have seen the way Josh's
sprung to life.

Trevor was an enigma to me. I mean the idea of Nudie
Juvie was for the participant to be embarrassed and
that was not the case with Josh. I made a mental note
to myself that this dude was going to get such a
spanking! I mean it had become, to me anyway, if
unbeknownst to Trevor, a contest of wills, and no way
I was going to lose. Not that Trevor had yet, lose
that is, as being all naked in front of two girls had him
as hard as he could be, and for someone just getting
their first hairs he got surprisingly large.

Terri however seemed to be in agony and since she was
the one not enjoying herself I decided to make her the
focus of our attention. And we all watched in
fascination as upon my order she first tried to pout,
then all but cried, before inserting her own finger
into herself. Then, as she stood there, moving her
hand in and out, playing with herself, as two of her
'girlfriends' stared on, I made Trevor tell the girls
all about him fingering his sister earlier. Trevor
sure enjoyed that. I swear he didn't miss a detail, no
matter how small, even explaining the rush of moisture
on his hand as he mimicked his sister loud moans,
then screamed out in this high girly voice, "Oh'oh'oh,
I am Cumming!" We all cracked up, well, everyone but
Terri that is.

Trevor was now rock hard, so hard in fact that he
looked all but uncomfortable. I decided that since
that was the case maybe I should be kind, so to speak,
and let the girls play with him for a minute. And when
I told the girls they had my permission to play with
Trevor's dick he actually took a step forward, as if
unable to wait. He was so anxious in fact that both
girls matched his step forward with a step back of
their own and kind of said thanks, but no thanks.

Now that surprised me, enough so that I started
talking to them in a soothing tone, trying to put them
at ease. Next I placed my own hand on Trevor's wood
and felt the vibrations running through it. Was like a
plane readying for take off on the runway. But it took
me a moment to realize I had just found the way to get
to Trevor. He sure didn't like another guy touching
him. At all. I mean all of a sudden he was acting just
like his sister. All shy and nervous, though trying to
hide the fact he was upset. I remember thinking to
myself, "Man Trevor. If this bothers you, just wait
until we get to the McGregors!" Still, I think I was
now looking at Trevor with the same leer I was using
on Terri earlier as I slowly teased him with very slow
and long jerks. Watching until Trevor too started to
moan and the first wet sheen shown on his dick. Then
letting go and watching as Trevor's dick took on a
life of it's own. Moving here and then there with all
the sudden and odd movements of a small kid who
suddenly needs to go to the bathroom. And it was now
Trevor's turn to stand there in agony. Too embarrassed
to beg for me to continue. Yet in such obvious need of
relief.

We had walked rest of the way to the McGregor's with
me holding their T-shirts, although once we got to
their porch I had them put them back on. And it took
all of that walk for both to lose their red faces and
stop their panting. Looking at them one last time,
making sure they looked as normal as possible, no hard
ons or anything like that, I took a deep breath and
opened the door and let out with an excited, "We're
back" as I held my hand out towards the room, inviting
Terri and Trevor inside. 


(Yeah! Guess who had a fire drill? So I was not
expected to finish this letter this period. Guess that
will have to wait until our class meets next.)

Josh


  
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