Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 01:50:46 -0500 From: vermont curious Subject: middle schoolers, part 4 (young friends/bisexual) ### In Chapter 3 of "Middle Schoolers" Avery and Claire got very hot and heavy with each other - and by chance managed to involve Avery's younger brother, John. They could use a breather, so while they recover we'll take a brief interlude and go with Sander to the beach. We meet lots and lots of cousins and have lots and lots of fun... (b/b, b/g) MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, CHAPTER 4 ## # ## Justin: ## # ## Sander's family hit the road Friday afternoon after soccer practice and headed for his uncle Max's beach house on the Cape. Every summer for as long as Sander could remember, they had attended a family reunion there. It was a beautiful house right on the water, and as an only child Sander always enjoyed having so much family around. He got along with all his cousins fairly well, and his uncle Ralph's 13-year-old daughter Maria was a particular favorite of his. Almost the same age as Sander (their birthdays a few weeks apart), she had long dark brown hair, but blue eyes and delicate features, and was a very committed gymnast with the body to match. She was assertive and dominating, but cute as hell. At the start of the three hour drive, Sander found himself thoroughly pissed off at Avery. How could be plan to do anything with Claire while he, Sander, was away? This was their thing, together, dammit. Upon reflexion, however, Sander realized that he was being unreasonable. First of all, they couldn't always be doing stuff together as a threesome - that was unrealistic. Secondly, it wasn't like he had been kicked out of the party - he was just away for one lousy weekend. Besides, who knew what would happen on this trip - it might be just as good as anything Avery and Claire were doing. Sander started thinking about the last time he had seen Maria and as his dick stirred a bit in his cargo shorts, he realized that he really was looking forward to seeing her again. In the days before the reunion it had become apparent to the hosts - Sander's uncle and his wife, Heather - that it was going to be unusually well attended this year, and that there were going to be too many people for everyone to fit in the house overnight. In addition to all the big kids in the extended family, Sander's uncle Paul and his wife had brought along their twin four-year-old girls, Amelia and Sophie, and Sander's aunt Patricia was coming up from Rhode Island with three-year-old Griffin in tow. But everyone had agreed that the easiest way to deal with it was to put up a couple of tents in the back yard for the older kids, while the adults and the littlest cousins would take the guest rooms. Sander patiently did the mandatory round of hello's and listened to the inevitable, "Oh my, you've gotten so big since I last saw you!" from various aunts and uncles. Then aunt Heather led him out to the big field behind the house and showed him the tents that had been set up there. She explained that he'd be sleeping with the three other boys in the bigger of the two tents. That was fine by Sander. He wasn't much of a camper or boy scout, but he'd always enjoyed sleeping in tents. Heather left him to his own devices, so Sander headed inside and changed into his red board shorts. He walked across the patio to the hot tub where a couple of his cousins were hanging out. He smiled to the two boys and asked if he could join them. They eagerly invited him in, and Sander enjoyed the sensation of hot water engulfing his body. He found a spot on the edge directly across from the two boys, who were sitting quite close together. The one on the left was Peter, Heather and Max's 15-year-old adopted son from Kenya. He had the classic African runner's build: tall, without any visible fat on his body; long graceful limbs, perfect posture, beautiful dark skin, chiseled features, and a great smile with perfect white teeth. Next to him sat Asher, who was uncle Richard's 14-year-old son. He was your average all-American kid, not particularly tall, but with looks as if he'd just walked off the set of a skateboarding movie. Sander couldn't figure out what the kid was doing on the East Coast - he had California written all over him with his shoulder-length dirty blond hair, a few cute freckles, green eyes, a great tan, and a solid build. The two seemed quite preoccupied, and they didn't stay long after Sander had gotten in. They exhanged a look that Sander couldn't figure out what meant, and then they climbed out of the hot tub. Sander noticed that they both appeared to have fairly prominent boners poking at the front of their shorts. Sander was feeling a little excited himself, but he figured it was just the pleasure of free-balling in the hot water that was causing everyone to bone up a little. Sander scooted over so the jet of air bubbles shot straight at his junk and his ass crack, and he allowed himself a couple of minutes of nice, erotic stimulation. Then he shifted away from the nozzle to allow his erection to calm down, and got out of the hot tub. He dried himself off before ditching his towel, intending to let the sun to do the rest. He swung by the kitchen to grab a snack, then headed down to the beach. His uncle's house was on one of the few stretches of beach on the East Coast where you could get half-decent waves. On his way out of the kitchen he ran into Asher's little sister, Sarah. The 11-year-old girl had light brown hair worn in a long pony tail. He hadn't seen her since Christmas, and back then she'd seemed like a little kid. But evidently puberty was working its magic, because Sander realized that she was now a very cute girl. She had the same stunning green eyes as her older brother, but plenty more freckles and great dimples when she laughed. "Hey, do you want to come with me to the beach?" Sander asked her. "Sure," she said, "Mom wanted me to find Asher; I'm thinking he might be down there." The official route followed a manicured garden path as it meandered through the back yard and let out on a public access road, but the quickest way to the beach was straight across the dunes that came up to the back of the house. The dunes rolled and undulated, forming little hilltops and valleys, alternately obscuring the view of the ocean and the house in either direction, then revealing it again. Sander and Sarah strolled together over the first few dunes, kicking up the fine sand with their bare feet, and soon the sound of the others at the house was lost behind him. Ahead of him Sander could hear the waves crashing on the beach. The two cousins cut past a thicket of small wild shrubs and were about to round the corner of a particularly tall dune when Sander stopped dead in his tracks hearing voices up ahead. Listening carefully he realized that the voices belonged to Peter and Asher. But they weren't just talking as they'd been doing it in the hot tub a little earlier, there was something else going on. Sander heard Peter croak out, "Awww, yes, that's it; right there." Then he heard Asher say in a low muffled voice, "You like that, huh? You want me to keep doing that?" Sarah had heard them, too, and she crept up next to Sander with a quizzical look on her face. Together they made their way to the edge of the dune and carefully peeked around the corner. Thirty feet away, they saw their cousin Peter half crouching, half standing, his arms resting against the top of the dune for balance. Between Peter's legs Sarah's older brother was on his knees, eagerly licking the head of Peter's nice, black teenage dick. The tip of Asher's pink tongue was darting around, teasing the slit at the top of Peter's helmet, slurping off beads of pre-cum and making little side trips around the ridge. Peter's eyes were closed, his face turned towards the sky as he groaned out in obvious pleasure. His checkered board shorts lay bunched up on the ground in front of him, and next to them were Asher's blue ones. Asher's right hand was stretched up, his fingers teasing Peter's erect right nipple, pinching it firmly, twirling it; Asher's other hand had hold of his own erection, moving up and down the six inches of pale meat in long firm strokes, teasing the foreskin back and forth across the glans that was richly coated in pre-cum. Sarah was frozen in place, silent and completely in awe at what she was seeing. She adored her big brother, and secretly thought he was incredibly sexy, but for quite some time now she'd suspected that he might be into boys. She'd spent plenty of time trying to get him talking about dating and flirting and the whole birds and the bees thing to understand that he certainly had very little interest in girls. As she watched Asher pleasure Peter, Sarah felt a tingling sensation spread across her body starting from deep inside her young pussy. Without really being aware, her right hand wandered down her body and cupped her crotch firmly, a bit like a boy might do to adjust himself. The palm pressed firmly against her sensitive outer pussy lips through the thin fabric of her bathing suit. Her young body's instinctive reaction was to slowly grind away against her hand, increasing the pressure on her pussy, and she soon felt everything get moist and engorged as her breathing grew ragged and shallow with excitement. Asher was now bobbing up and down on Peter's dark pole, making solid slurping sounds as his lips extended to reach the 15-year-olds tight, curly bush of pubes, then slowly coming back and almost, but not quite, releasing the shiny head. Peter placed his hands on the back of Asher's head and massaged the boy's scalp gently through the mop of sandy hair. He caressed the tops of Asher's ears as he urged the boy further down onto his cock. Asher was more than happy to oblige, and with a concerted effort he slid all the way to the bottom of the pole and stayed there for a few seconds, wagging his head from side to side. Peter had a good size cock for a boy his age, and while it did poke the back of Asher's throat a bit when he took it this deep, it didn't go deep enough to trigger Asher's gag reflex. With a little work Asher found that he could keep the dick deep in his mouth, breathe through his nose, and then apply firm suction to Peter's penis to stimulate it without moving his head at all. The tasty piece of meat in his mouth was quite firm but did yield ever so slightly as Asher ran his tongue around it and used the roof of his mouth to rub the top of Peter's glans. It wasn't just Sarah who was getting incredibly turned on by the sight. Sander was having issues with his board shorts: they were failing miserably at containing his raging erection. The tip of his dick was poking up over the waistline. He pressed his hand firmly against the length of his rigid boy cock and felt faint as a rush of strong sensations rose from his groin. He rocked his hand up and down a little, allowing his palm to stimulate the back of his super sensitive cock head. He let out a little groan, which caused Sarah to glance over at him with a knowing grin on her face. Sander saw that his cousin was vigorously rubbing her pussy now, and she had her middle finger forced deep up in the camel toe that was formed by her bathing suit stretched tight across her cunt. Looking back at the two older boys, Sander saw Peter's body twitch and his eyes open slightly as he let out a slow moan. "Oh, shit, Asher," he said, "I can't hold it... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot my load!" Asher nodded slightly to indicate that he'd heard him, but he did not pull his head back. On the contrary, he continued working Peter's dick, sucking him still harder, and he curled his tongue around the full length of the boy's cock as it remained buried deep in his mouth. Peter gasped, went rigid, and pushed his dick hard against the back of Asher's throat, his pubic bone mashing against the younger boy's face. The rippling muscles in Peter's groins worked together to force several solid jets of warm cum up the length of his black dick and splatter across the back of Asher's mouth. Asher badly wanted to taste Peter's boy juices properly before he swallowed them, so as he felt the fresh load start to slide down his throat he pulled back a little on the final spurt to allow some of it to coat the length of his tongue. As Peter came, Asher increased the speed with which he was wanking himself. Having the beautiful black boy ejaculate in his mouth had turned Asher on more than he'd thought possible, and the 14-year-old channeled all his youthful erotic energy into the fist that was hammering away at his cock. It only took a few more strokes before Asher reached his own climax, pulling away from Peter's still solid penis and arching his back, shooting his load all over Peter's belly. The globs of pearly white stood out clearly on the smooth dark skin as they slowly oozed down towards Peter's pubes. Asher collapsed against Peter's chest, still holding his wilting boy cock in one hand, milking out the last few drops of watery cum with slow, deliberate strokes. Spent, the two boys sank back on the dune, panting and smiling broadly to each other. Hidden at the far end of the dune, Sander was on the verge of his own orgasm, his cock throbbing as he stroked it against his body inside his shorts. He and Sarah still hadn't been noticed by the two randy boys, and Sander figured this was probably the only chance for the two of them to back off and get away unseen. He tapped her on the shoulder with his free hand and motioned back the way they'd come. Sarah 's face was flushed with excitement and her breathing fast. She needed a moment to get focused on Sander while her hand slowly ground to a halt between her legs, Then the hand that had been busy with her pussy reached out, and she gently stroked Sander's cock through the fabric of his shorts. The feeling of Sarah's warm hand against his overly excited boy cock was too much. Sander reached down and held her little hand firmly against his dick, squeezing it against his body, rolling her hand from side to side across the glans that was fully exposed, with his foreskin curled pulled back by the extent of his erection. Then Sander came. Hard. Confined as it was, his cock jerked once, twice, three times, each time squirting the inside of his shorts with a glob of sticky cum. It soaked through the thin fabric almost instantly, leaving a large wet spot which stuck to Sarah's hand pressing against the boy's crotch while the orgasm rolled over him. She watched him in amazement, loving how vulnerable and cute he looked as the orgasm ravaged his young body. When he was sufficiently recovered she took his hand in hers and led him backwards away from the dune slowly and silently. When they were out of earshot of the two boys, Sarah said, "That was... amazing. All of it. Them. You. So unbelievably hot. Now, you go down to the beach and clean up; I'm going to wait a bit, then I'm going to walk over making lots of noise as I pretend to be looking for Asher. Hopefully they'll have time to get organized before I walk in on them. Again..." Sander looked at his cousin with a smile. She was an incredible girl, and he so badly wanted to return the favor she'd done him, but this wasn't the time or the place. "Thanks," he just said, "that was totally amazing. I owe you." She smiles knowingly. "Yes. You probably do." When he got down to the beach, Sander immediately hurled himself into the water to wash out the large globs of cum from his shorts. As he did, he noticed that his cousin Maria was paddling out towards the horizon. Sander grabbed a board and launched himself out on the water. Paddling fast and furiously he soon found himself past the break zone in calmer waters. He kept paddling and caught up to Maria. They got to the calm part of the shallows where they could linger on their boards and wait for the right wave to come along. As far as Sander was concerned, the ocean could hold off with the waves for as long as it wanted, because this gave him a chance to spend some time alone with Maria. He'd had a crush on his cousin for as long as he could remember. They were only a few weeks apart in age, and had always gotten along well. But things had suddenly gotten a lot more interesting lately. Last Christmas all the cousins had been goofing around in the rec room at his uncle's house in Boston. When everyone else had headed out to go skating, Sander and Maria had been left alone. They didn't like skating, and really just wanted to hang out. But Maria had other plans. Always the dominant one, she had seized the opportunity and dared 12-year-old Sander to a game of "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." At first, Sander had been a little intimidated, but curiosity soon got the better of him, and he'd eagerly agreed. Checking carefully that no-one was around, he'd unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down around his knees, then tugged his boxers down to reveal his cute half-erect boy cock to his cousin. She had examined it very closely, fascinated by how it continued to grow and firm up as she watched. Sander for his part had been incredibly turned out by having his beautiful cousin hovering so near to his dick. As far as he was concerned, she could keep looking at it all day if she wanted to. But she'd wrapped up the examination without so much as touching him. Then she had looked up at him with a big smile, and without another word being said had simply stood up and tugged her sweat pants and panties down to her knees. Sander was taken by surprise, not knowing if he should put his dick away before he went to examine his prize, or just go for it. In the end, he'd tucked his throbbing erection awkwardly back into his boxers, then knelt down in front of Maria's snatch. It was incredibly beautiful, thought Sander. Completely smooth; just the thin, dark line between her slightly puffy outer lips, curling away between her thighs. Maria had reached a hand down and expertly placed a couple of fingers on either side of her pussy and gently tugged upwards, spreading apart the outer lips a little to reveal the complicated interior of her sex. Sander marveled at it all; there seemed to be endless folds, all glistening with moisture, with lots of layers and openings inbetween. There was also a definite scent of something musky and intensely erotic; it triggered all sorts of prime-ordeal instincts in the boy, turning him on like he'd never been turned on before, and Sander found himself breathing deeply through his nose to savor it all. But suddenly Maria had decided that enough was enough, and she'd released her hand, reached down to pull up her panties and sweat pants, and that has been the end of show-and-tell. Before Maria headed for the kitchen to get a snack, she'd made them go through the age-old ritual of promising not to tell anyone what they'd done, all the while exchanging conspiratorial looks of accomplishment and amazement. It had been the highlight of Sander's Christmas by far, and he'd headed straight to the bathroom to masturbate, bringing himself to one of the most intense orgasms of his life. And now, here they were again, alone on the ocean. Sander paddled close to Maria's board, admiring her curves as the girl lay with her arms and legs splayed over the sides, gently swishing the water. He thought about her perky tits being pressed firmly against the surf board, and imagined her nearly hairless pussy in the tight one piece bathing suit grinding against the board as the waves rocked it. He caught her eye and smiled, and felt a rush of warmth and excitement course through his body when she smiled back. Then she stuck her tongue out at Sander and splashed him in the face with a quick move of her hand. He splashed her back with a giggle, taking the bait, and emboldened by the spark he'd felt between them. The cousins fought amicably for a few minutes, but then they both felt the swell change subtly beneath their boards, and looking back they could see an awesome wave taking shape. They dropped to their boards and started paddling to stay on top of the swell as it gained momentum and slowly formed a crest beneath them. They needed to get in front of the swell if they were to have any chance of riding the wave it would soon become, and it was touch and go for a few frantic seconds of all-out paddling. But at long last they felt the force of the water behind them; it pushed them forwards, and they both got to their feet and found their balance as the wave grew in size and took shape. It was a great ride; the wave carried them almost all the way to the shore, giving them plenty of time to play with it along the way. Suddenly, however, the wave broke as it hit the shallows, and the change in momentum threw them both off balance. Sander managed to catch himself and control the crash, gliding awkwardly to a skidding halt on the beach, but Maria was not so fortunate. The wave ripped her board away from under her feet, and out of the corner of his eye Sander saw his cousin throw her arms up in despair as she crashed backwards into the foaming body of churning water. Sander quickly undid the velcro strap from his ankle and ran over to where Maria had disappeared. He saw her board bobbing on top of the receding water, and tracing the leash he soon reached Maria who emerged just as the wave pulled back out to sea. The 13-year-old girl was sitting on her knees and elbows, slightly dazed and coughing; her dark hair full of seaweed and largely covering her eyes. Sander yelled, "Maria, are you okay?" and reached out a hand to help his cousin up. She coughed again, and tried to brush the hair and seaweed out of her face with one hand, but that just caused her to lose her balance again and she collapsed onto the beach. As the next wave came crashing in, Maria's body was pushed a few feet inland in a tumble of arms and legs. She clawed at the sand to get some purchase. Sander ran up to her, squared his hips against the current, then grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pulled her up to a sitting position. She reached up and took Sander's hand, but as she tried to get up onto her feet she lost her balance again, and her other hand shot out to find support. It came to rest on Sander's crotch, with her fingertips wedged in the elastic of Sander's board shorts and the palm of her hand pushed against his soft boy cock. She regained her balance and looked up at Sander, fixing his gaze with her beautiful blue eyes, her hand not moving an inch. It lingered there for a second longer, being nudged gently by the rapidly growing erection in the boys' wet shorts. Maria gave him a little squeeze, feeling the warmth that was emanating from inside the shorts, and then broke into a big smile. "Thanks for saving me," she said. "Maybe I can return the favor later." They grabbed their boards and hurried up the beach for another run at the waves. The day seemed to last forever, and everyone had a great time. After the barbeque on the deck people hung out and chatted and played games. The three littlest cousins were hustled off to bed when they started getting whiny and overtired. Then the grown-ups started drinking more seriously, there were some poker games getting underway, and the atmosphere grew rowdier. So the parents of the bigger kids started making "go to bed" noises shortly before midnight. Over their protests, the six older cousins were marched off to the bathrooms to brush teeth. When they came back out, Sarah and Maria were reminded that they had dibs on the smaller of the two tents, while Peter, Asher, Sander and their youngest cousin, Justin, were told to make themselves at home in the bigger tent. The kids said goodnight to everyone and headed down to the field with the tents. The girls' tent was a traditional two person affair, but the boys' tent was a huge thing with a canopy and all sorts of bells and whistles. There was plenty of space to spread out, but the boys ended up clustered together in the middle around a lantern. They each had a sleeping bag and a pillow, and there were a couple of extra blankets floating around in case anybody felt cold. Sander couldn't help but notice that Peter and Asher set up shop right next to each other. After a bit of idle chatter about nothing in particular the boys decided to play a game of truth or dare. The first few rounds were fairly benign, nothing too challenging or revealing, but there was a bit of sexual tension building in the air as things got more juicy. Sander wasn't sure how that would work with a nine-year-old in the crowd, but Justin seemed to be cool with it so far. He was uncle Paul's oldest son, but the youngest of the "older" cousins. He had jet black hair, a perfect little nose, and deep set eyes. He was a competitive swimmer and with his baby fat long gone he was rapidly developing the swimmer's lean body. Once puberty got a firm hold of him he'd be quite the hunk. As they prepared for the next round, the boys heard a whisper outside the tent. "Hey! Guys! Are you still up?" It was Sarah. "Of course we are," Asher answered his sister, and a second later the zipper was pulled, the tent flap pushed aside and Maria and Sarah both poked their heads in. "We heard you guys playing," Maria explained, "and we thought this might make things a little more fun." She crawled across the threshold to the tent and raised her hand to show what she'd brought along. It was an old-fashioned chubby root beer bottle. "We can all play 'spin the bottle'," she declared. This made everything a lot more interesting. They had to explain the change in rules to Justin: a player would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed towards would be asked to pick a truth or a dare by the person who spun it. Then the turn would be passed on to the person who'd just been challenged. Since he was the youngest, Justin was allowed to go first. Sitting cross-legged on top of his sleeping bag in his white fruit-of-the-looms and a t-shirt Justin spun the bottle. It pointed at Sander when it came to a stop. "I dare you to give Sarah a French kiss," said Justin with an impish grin. Sander was pretty sure that the nine-year-old was really just living out his own secret crush on Sarah with this one, but it was a decent enough dare, and Sander had no problem kissing his cute cousin, especially after their adventure in the dunes earlier in the day. So he scooted over to where Sarah was sitting, looked deep into her stunning green eyes and then leaned over and gave her a long, sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue. For an 11-year-old she was pretty amazing. She knew exactly what to do with her own tongue, she knew to open up her mouth a little and let Sander in, and she was more than game when Sander started to flick the tip of his tongue against hers. At long last Sander pulled back, his face smeared with Sarah's saliva, a dazed look in his eyes. Sarah slowly licked her lips and smiled. She'd clearly enjoyed it as much as he did. Justin, meanwhile, was completely mesmerized. It was Sander's turn now, and he spun the bottle. It came to rest pointing at Justin. "Well, well," he said. This could get interesting. "Truth," said Sander. "Okay," responded Justin sheepishly. Sander asked him, "What would you like to do with Sarah if the two of you were all alone in the other tent?" Justin looked up at Sander in shock, his mouth open. "Dude, no way... I can't... that's..." Sander looked at his cousin with a smile. "Hey, don't sweat it. Just tell us. I bet Sarah would love to hear." He looked over at his cousin, and saw Sarah smile expectantly at Justin with something that looked like lust in her eyes. Justin thought about it for a moment, then looked back at Sarah and made up his mind. "Well," he said, slowly getting warmed up, "First, I'd get her all undressed; then I'd give her a back rub, touch her body, feel how nice she'd feel, kiss her all over. Then I'd ask her to undress me and touch me, and..." The young boy ran out of courage, blushing as he came to a stuttering halt, his fantasy left woefully incomplete. There was an obvious tent in his briefs, a small patch of wetness from pre-cum where the tip of his hard dick was pressed against his thigh. He fidgeted with his hands a little, once again catching Sarah's gaze. To his surprise he saw that she didn't appear upset or even embarrassed, but actually looked flushed and excited. She reached out and lay a hand on her younger cousin's leg and said, "Justin, don't worry, sweetie, I'd like that, too." Her hand on his sensitive inner thigh sent new incredible feelings through his body, and Justin struggled to appreciate the implications of what his cousin had just said. Now it was his turn to spin the bottle again, and when Justin did so it ended up pointing at Sarah. Justin looked longingly at his 11-year-old cousin, trying to decide what to do. He wanted her so badly, but he also didn't want to embarrass her - or himself - in front of all his other cousins. Truth or dare? He decided to go for the dare. "Sarah," he said, "will you show me how to get you off?" Sarah looked up at him and smiled. "Of course, silly boy, I'd love to." She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling the young boy over to her spot on the blanket. She had him sit opposite her, and started things off by pulling her t-shirt over her head. At eleven she didn't really need a bra, but her perky little tits were nicely developed. She grabbed one of Justin's hands and brought it up to rest on one of the her breasts. She told him, "squeeze gently, then play with the nipple a little to get it hard." Justin gladly did as he was told, and found that he loved the feel of the firm but pliable breast in his hand, and he particularly liked the way the nipples got erect when he touched them. "Just brush across them like you're not really trying to touch them at all," she encouraged him. He eased off his touch, and it elicited moans of delight from Sarah. "Okay," she said, "Now try to do the same thing with your mouth and your sexy tongue. Suck on my boobs, lick the nips, will you do that for me?" Justin, ever eager to please, bent forward and with his hands on Sarah's shoulders proceeded to experiment with running his tongue across her beautiful breasts. The nipples got still more erect and he found that his tongue could gently caress their ridges, clearly giving Sarah a lot of pleasure. "Yeah," she purred, "you're doing great. Now, help me here..." she lifted her butt of the blanket, and Justin instinctively knew what he needed to do. He reached down and hooked a finger under the waist on either side of her panties and slid them down all the way past her knees. Sarah pulled one foot through the leg of the panties and spread her legs wide, letting her knees drop towards the ground. "It's all yours, Justin," she said, "and here's what I would really like you to do. Lick your way down there, touch my thighs, explore a little and see what you find. Then we'll just take it from there, okay?" She leaned back on the blanket, and spread her legs wide enough for Justin to fit between them. He knelt down but then stretched up to work on her nipples with his tongue again. Then he slowly started making his way down Sarah's flawless stomach. He licked around her belly button, stroked her hips and let one hand shift down to her inner thigh. As he caressed her he licked his way down to the tip of her pubic bone. Sarah had the tiniest bit of sparse dark brown hair growing there. It was feathery and Justin brushed at it with his nose, letting his tongue drag across the soft skin beneath it, appreciating the shape of her pussy mound as he roamed across it. Justin's hand shifted up her leg and came to rest on Sarah's inner thigh very close to her groin. He allowed the fingers to brush across the side of her pussy, caressing her slit, then moving back out to the thigh. His tongue moved down from Sarah's pubic bone, exploring the crack between her outer lips, the tip of his tongue flicking across the still tightly closed pussy, gently prying apart the outer lips, coating them with spit and giving Sarah plenty of reason to moan as loudly as she did. "That's nice," she sighed. "Give me your finger..." she reached down and grabbed Justin's hand, brought it up to her mouth and sucked his middle finger between her lips, rolling her tongue around it, coating it with spit. Then she pulled the finger back out and said to him, "Okay, use that now." Justin let the moist finger drag down along Sarah's pussy, spreading the lips further, finding the inner lips and the opening to the girl's vagina. He turned the hand around so the palm was facing up, then gently allowed his fingertip to poke at Sarah's virgin hole. She reached down and used a hand to spread her pussy lips as far apart as she could, giving Justin better access. Now he could see what he was doing, and he had no trouble getting his finger in the right place. He stroked Sarah's inner labia very gently, noticing the small bump near the top, and found that it caused Sarah to shudder whenever his fingertip brushed against it. Then he moved his finger down to the small opening between her inner lips and pushed in. His finger slid effortlessly into the girl's pussy, and he held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling of the tight grip of Sarah's strong cunt muscles around the intruder. "Oh, yeah," she said, "Now lick me, please!" Leaving his finger in place, Justin leaned down and let the tip of his pink tongue play over Sarah's sex. First, he licked the edges of her outer labia, then worked his way to her clit. Sarah shuddered, "Too much... go around it," she said. Justin backed off a little and changed tactics. He let his tongue flick across the sides of Sarah's little button, not hitting it directly. Just as he had with her nipples, Justin found that the lighter the touch, the stronger the reaction from Sarah - less, apparently, was more. As his tongue found its own rhythm, he started moving his middle finger in and out of the girl. She was sopping wet now, both from her own copious juices and from Justin's spit running down across her pussy. Sarah had opened up quite a bit thanks to all of Justin's work, but she was still wonderfully tight; there was no real resistance, just the feeling of easing in and out of a warm, moist cave. Justin let his index finger join his middle finger, and Sarah wiggled and pushed back against the two fingers as they made their way into her vagina. Justin was almost in a trance, his tongue and fingers working of their own volition, responding to Sarah's movements, trying to predict what would give her the most pleasure next. When he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, Sarah immediately groaned, "No, please don't stop... I'm so close, keep going!" He went back to work, and within seconds he could feel Sarah grinding harder, more urgently, bucking her hips against his face and his finger, trying to draw out the inevitable, but powerless to do anything to stop it. She came with a small shriek that turned into a whimper and then just her rapid breathing by Justin's side as she grabbed hold of his hand and used it to trigger a few little secondary jolts of her climax. Justin was in awe. Had he really done all of that? Once she'd recovered, Sarah gave Justin a long hug and a big kiss. Then she raised herself slowly on to her elbows and shook her head to focus. She sat up, grabbed a hold of the bottle on the ground and gave it a twirl. It came to rest pointing at her brother. "Well, will you look at that," Sarah exclaimed and looked up at her big brother. Asher grimaced. He had a feeling he knew what was coming now. Secretly, though, he wanted it. "Dare," he said expectantly. Still flush with color from her recent climax, his little sister locked eyes with him, blew him a kiss, then said, "Asher, I want you to let Peter fuck you up the ass. I know you want it." The tent went silent. That was one hell of a dare. "Wait... whoa, just wait a second, okay?" said Asher and got up. Everyone looked at him. Sander couldn't help but admire the boy's smooth belly with the definite six pack. Asher scooted over to the opening, slid out of the tent, and disappeared. Nobody was quite sure if he was bailing out on them because of the monumental dare, but the sexual excitement in the air was still palpable and nobody was going to jinx it by saying anything out loud. So they waited. A minute later, Asher crawled back into the tent with a small bag of stuff. The first thing he pulled out was a condom in a shiny square wrapper. Sander had seen one like it before when they taught sex ed at school, but he'd never actually touched one or tried to put one on. "My Dad bought these a while ago," explained Asher. "He told me that if I ever needed one I should just feel free to grab one. Well, it looks like I need one now, although this probably wasn't quite what he had in mind." Jeremy handed the condom to Peter, who took it with a big grin on his face. Then Asher pulled out a little clear tub with a blue lid and put it on the ground next to his sleeping bag. "Lube," he said in the way of explanation. "If we're going to do this I want to enjoy it." "Well...?" said Sarah expectantly looking from Peter to Asher. The two boys looked at each other, and something clicked. They seemed to forget everything around them, and what followed had nothing to do with the game or with Asher's sister's dare, it was all about them doing what they deep down wanted to do. Asher leaned back on his sleeping bag and let his dirty blond hair fall across his pillow. His tanned arms stretched up above his head, his almost hairless pits showing, above the outline of his ribs. Peter made his way over next to him and lay down on one of the spare blankets. He let one hand brush down Asher's chest in a sweeping motion that ended by his belly button, then leaned over and kissed Asher's neck. Asher reached down and caressed Peter's short, wiry afro, massaging his fingers down Peter's neck and pulled his head closer. Peter moved down and kissed Asher's nipple, first licking it, then gently taking it between his teeth and holding it for a second. Asher moaned out loud. Peter had been wearing just his boxers when they had started playing earlier that evening. As he rolled over onto his back and raised his hips, the sizable pole poking the front of his Jockey's made it clear to everyone in the tent what Asher was in for. Peter pulled his boxers down, his erection slapping against his belly as it was released. His almost fully developed seven inch dick was even darker than the rest of him, and it looked impressive in the light of the lantern. Peter was uncut like the other three boys in the tent, but his solid erection had forced most of his crimson dickhead out of his foreskin, and there was a thin layer of pre-cum glistening on the tip of it. Peter tossed his boxers aside, then roller back towards Asher. Asher reached down a hand and gripped Peter's dick, squeezing it a little, sizing it up, slowly moving the foreskin up and down a few times. It was a good fit, thought Asher; thick, but not so thick as to give him second thoughts. He licked his palm a few times, then brought it back down to Peter's glans and swirled it around a couple of times. Peter drew in his breath and held it for a second, then let it out with a slow hiss of pent-up excitement. Peter was in no particular rush, but he was incredibly horny and he craved to at long last do things with Asher that the two of them had up until now only talked about as nothing more than boyhood fantasies. What Sander and Sarah had seen them doing in the dunes was about as far as they'd gone, but they both knew they wanted to do more, they just hadn't had the opportunity or the courage to do anything about it. Thanks to Asher's naughty sister, it was now being forced on them. Except, of course, nobody was forcing anybody to do anything they hadn't dreamed about doing. Peter's hand moved down Asher's belly again, but this time it went past his belly button and kept going, slowly and surely gliding across the front of Asher's boxer shorts, pressing against the erection that the boy had trapped behind the thin layer of cotton. Peter let the hand come to a stop and turned it so he could press all of Asher's boyhood up against the teen's hot body and gently rub his dick from side to side. Then he moved up and let the fingertips slip under the elastic waste of Asher's boxers. The first thing that met him was the slick, engorged head of Asher's penis. Peter let his fingers engulf the stiff cock, and they made their way down along the sides of it until his palm came to rest again the tip of Asher's penis. Peter's fingertips were stroking the skin at the base of the slender shaft. Asher groaned and squirmed on his sleeping bag, trying to maximize the contact between Peter's hand and his own dick. Peter sat up without removing his hand from Asher's shorts, and brought the other hand over to grab the edge of the boy's boxers and peel them off. Asher helped by raising himself up on his elbows, lifting his butt from the ground. A moment later Peter had the boxers bunched up around Asher's ankles. Asher let himself sink back again and let his knees fall to either side, giving Peter full access to his treasure. Peter let his hand explore all over the boy's inner thighs, back up his shaft, around his tender balls in their little sack of smooth, delicate skin. He bent down and ran his tongue across Asher's ballsack and down between the boy's legs, straight across his quivering boyhole. He dribbled a generous amount of spit on the tiny clenched opening, and then raised himself up again. Peter put his hand at the base of Asher's dick, running it along his perineum, his dark fingers stretching back to the boys' puckered asshole. He licked his fingers and returned his fingertips to roam freely around the little starfish, lightly brushing the edges, running clockwise and counter-clockwise circles ever more firmly, prying the spit-drenched sphincter open a little and eventually letting his middle finger slip in up to the first knuckle. It was barely an inch, but that initial penetration was electrifying for both boys. For Asher it felt as if his butt was on fire; not in pain, but with a passion and a desire to open and take in more. Peter was marveling at the strength of Asher's sphincter - the muscles of the young boys' ass were gripping his fingertip strongly, quivering a little, letting him feel every ridge and ripple along its edges. Reluctantly, Peter pulled his finger back out again and ran his hand back up across Asher's dick, then reached over for the tub of Vaseline. He pried off the lid, then plunged the three middle fingers of his right hand into the gooey stuff and coated them generously. Then he brought the hand back down to Asher's butt, smearing the excess Vaseline around his boyhole. Peter's middle finger returned to where it had just been lodged a minute earlier, but now, with the aid of the lubricant, it slid effortless in well past the second knuckle, and Asher didn't so much as flinch. Peter held the finger still for a moment to allow Asher get used to its presence, then wiggled it from side to side to begin the process of opening the boy up. With his left hand, Peter pushed Asher's knee up and back, exposing more of Asher's smooth ass and providing him with better access. Peter leaned over Asher and pulled his middle finger out of the boy. Then he added a second, slick finger and slid them both back into his cousin side by side. The two fingers met little resistance. Asher was moaning continuously now; a low, sensuous groan, and he relaxed his sphincter completely, leaving him as open and accessible as any 16-year-old virgin boy could be. Peter started finger fucking Asher's butt vigorously with the two fingers, all the while spreading more Vaseline around the inside of Asher's anal canal, getting him ready for what was about to happen next. While Peter was working determinedly on getting Asher's butt lubed and loosened up, Asher had been stroking Peter's hard-on gently. But he now released his grip on Peter's black rod and placed both arms alongside himself, surrendering completely to his cousin, confidently resting his body on the blanket beneath him. Peter withdrew his fingers from Asher's ass, tugged his foreskin back as far as it could go and then carefully used his teeth to tear apart the package with the condom. The latex gleaned dull in the light from the lantern as Peter placed the condom at the top of his glans and rolled it down the length of his stiff member. He made sure the rubber was on properly, then leaned in, and put the sensitive tip of his penis directly up against Asher's contracting boyhole. Peter looked at the boy and smiled that great smile with his beautiful white, perfect teeth. Then he eased his hips forward and carefully slid his glans into Asher. The lube worked as intended. While Asher's anal muscles clenched tightly around the intruding pole, there was no real resistance, and no force was required for Peter to penetrate the boy that lay prostrate beneath him. The black teenager simply applied gently, firm pressure and his glans slipped inside with a small 'plop' when Asher's sphincter closed down tightly behind it. Peter stopped and waited a few breaths, enjoying the incredible sensation of being inside Asher while allowing Asher to get used to the feeling of having a sizable dick in him. Asher was too turned on to speak, so he just nodded slightly to let Peter know that he was ready for more. Peter took the hint, and proceeded to push a little more of his dick into his cousin. He looked down and watched in amazement as first one, then two, three, four then five whole inches of his rigid penis slid into the boy, spreading his hole wider. The condom that was coated with Vaseline and Asher's boy juices made Peter's black penis appear almost pale. Peter had to focus hard to prevent himself from cumming on the spot - the feeling of Asher's virgin ass gripping him like a glove and the sight of himself penetrating the boy was such an incredible turn-on. He took a deep breath, looked up at Asher, grabbed a hold of both the boy's spread legs, and pushed them back to raise his boyhole up and give Peter room to shove the last couple of inches of his shaft into Asher. A second later, Peter felt his own pubes meet Asher's crotch, and Asher let out a long, relieved sigh. "You're in me all the way, aren't you?" he asked weakly. "Yep," said Peter. "All of me. You've taken all of me. You're amazing." "You, too," said Asher. "Now, please, fuck me..." Peter drew back his hips, pulling his dick out of Asher's ass with an incredible feeling of smooth resistance that stimulated every nerve in Peter's dick and made his entire body tingle. He stopped short with his glans still nestled inside the boy's anal cavity, then pushed back with a little more force than before, confident that Asher could take him, knowing that Asher wanted it. Asher grunted and bucked his hips against Peter to maximize the thrust, and grinding his ass a little to feel Peter's dick rub across his prostate. The boy's body shuddered and his abs tightened as the sudden stimulation struck his already hyper-excited body. Peter got a good rhythm going, pulling out quite slowly, then pushing back into Asher, more firmly and assertively with each thrust, his black nutsack bouncing against Asher's butt, his lean body squeezing Asher's wilting erection against the boy's tanned belly. Peter increased the speed of his thrusts, holding firmly on to Asher's spread legs, ramming himself deep into the boy. He suddenly felt his climax surge up, seemingly from the point where he and Asher were joined, and then Peter was pushed firmly over the top. With one last solid thrust Peter buried his raging cock to the hilt in Asher and held it there as a massive orgasm washed over him, rippling through his groin and forcing jets of sperm into the tip of the condom lodged deep inside Asher. Peter collapsed onto Asher's chest, his dick slowly shriveling. With two fingers he grabbed the base of his cock and took firm hold of the condom, then pulled himself out of Asher's ass with a loud sucking sound. Peter carefully peeled the rubber off his dick, trapping the glob of cum in the tip, and tied a knot on the end. As Peter lay there recovering he moved one hand up between himself and Asher and located his cousin's soft cock. Peter started to play with the head, rolling his fingers around the base of the helmet, gently stroking the top of the shaft. Asher's erection soon recovered, and Peter scooted back onto his elbows and bent down, placed his mouth at the tip of Asher's cock and let the tip of his tongue play over the glans. Asher responded by placing both hands on top of Peter's head, making it clear what he wanted the beautiful boy to do. Peter was more than happy to oblige, so he spread his lips and let Asher slip inside. He slurped his way all the way down Asher's shaft, until Asher's whispy pubes were pushing against Peter's nose. Then Peter just allowed Asher to do the work. He held the younger boy's dick firmly between his lips, covering up his teeth, and allowed him to fuck Peter's mouth with deep, long strokes. Asher bucked his hips and flexed his strong butt muscles on every push, thrusting deep into Peter's face. With all the pent-up stimulation from Peter's efforts earlier still in his system it didn't take long for Asher to reach the point of no return. He maintained his pace, but fucked deeper into Peter's mouth, trying to get the most out of every stroke. Peter brought a hand up and grasped the root of Asher's penis, in part to prevent him from going in too deep and causing Peter to gag, in part to increase the stimulation on the young boy's dick as he got closer to his orgasm. Sucking strongly on Asher's glans while stroking the shaft did the job: Asher clenched his teeth and let out a long moan. Peter wanted to watch his cousin cum, so he pulled his head back off of Peter's dick and held the tip a few inches from his open mouth, his tongue out near the slit of the quivering cock. As Asher let out another groan, he delivered three massive blasts of cum straight at Peter's face. Peter lapped up as much of the cum as he could, bit did not let go of Asher's dick until the exhausted boy sank back on his sleeping bag. The other kids had watching in awe as Peter and Asher worshiped each others bodies and drove each other to levels of erotic passion that none of them had even imagined possible. Sander saw that Justin had a solid erection poking out between his legs, and the nine-year-old's hand spent a lot of time squeezing it and massaging it, stopping just short of outright masturbating himself. Sander was in a similar state; halfway through Peter and Asher's epic performance he'd slipped his penis out through the fly of his boxers and started slowly rub the head while taking in the show. "Is the game still on?" asked Sarah when Peter and Asher were fully recovered and lying close together on Asher's sleeping bag. Nobody answered, but no attempts were made to spin the bottle, and the tent fell quiet. So Sarah snuggled up with her younger cousin under his unzipped sleeping bag. He had been naked and hard ever since he ate her out, so Sarah simply reached over and wrapped her hand around his cute little erection. She let a couple of fingers caress the boys' dickhead, but realized that he had rubbed off all the pre-cum while watching the older cousins and was in need of some lubrication. So she reached over and grabbed the open jar of Vaseline that was sitting next to Asher and Peter's little lovenest. With a swirl of her index finger she drew up a generous glob and brought it down to Jared's dick. She smeared it around his head and ran it down his three-and-a-half inch shaft, then started jerking him off in earnest. Justin wimpered and rolled over on his back, planting his feet on the ground so he could thrust back at Sarah's hand with his hips. She pushed the sleeping bag aside so she could get a better angle, and the two young cousins were thus completely exposed as they went at it with increasing fervor and determination. Justin's head rolled slowly from side to side as his nine year old body was wracked with feelings it had never before experienced; Sarah remembered how Justin had made her feel earlier that evening and channeled the memory into her efforts to bring her cousin off. When Sarah switched hands to mix things up a bit and started massaging the back of Justin's penis all the way from the back of his little purple helmet to the root above his little marbles, Justin yelped and stiffened, and his little boy dick twitched in Sarah's hand. He was still a bit too young to shoot, but the boy's dry cum was all the more powerful. Sarah held his greased-up and hot little penis tight in her hand until Justin's orgasm subsided. As he rolled over on his side to recover, Sarah curled up next to him with his now flaccid penis pressed against her lower back, and they both fell asleep almost instantly. Maria meanwhile had crawled under Sander's sleeping bag with him and scooted up behind her cousin so their bodies were pressed closely together. Sander could feel Maria's pussy mound pressing against his butt cheeks through a couple of layers of thin cotton, and he pushed back a little to maximize the contact. Maria leaned over and whispered in Sander's ear, "Get them off. Now." Sander eagerly obliged his cousin's request, lifting his hips deftly off the ground and tugging his boxers down as far as they would go. He took hold of the edge of Maria's panties and started tugging them down as well, and she helped him get them all the way down and off her legs. She hooked a leg across Sander's naked body, and he could feel her warm, moist slit against his thigh as her knee rubbed against his cock. Maria kissed Sander's neck and made her way down to his chest where she let her pointy little tongue play with his nipple for a second. Then she spun herself around under the covers, bringing one leg across Sander's chest and letting her long dark hair spread across his groin. Sander was now staring straight up at Maria's tight little hairless box and her puckered asshole. He shifted around to get himself comfortable, then reached up with his hands and pulled her hips back and down to get her slit opened up and positioned so he could reach it with his tongue. He used his hands to spread her inner thighs a little and carefully placed the tip of his tongue on the inside of her slit and let is slide back and forth a few times. A muffled moan came from the other end of the sleeping bag, and she relaxed her legs a little causing them to spread even further apart. Sander drew on everything he remembered from watching Claire and Avery, and proceeded to lick Maria's pussy thoroughly from end to end, paying particular attention to her clit and even swishing his tongue back now and then to gently rim her asshole. Maria was writhing with pleasure, grinding back at his face, coating him with her juices and moaning almost continuously. While he was eating her out, Maria was getting busy between Sander's legs. She took hold of his rock hard penis with one hand, and kissed the exposed tip with puckered lips. Then she eased back Sander's foreskin to expose the glans completely and sucked the head in between her lips. She applied more suction as she moved down the length of Sander's dick, stopping only briefly to adjust her angle of attack and allowing Sander's cock to push deep into her oral cavity without obstruction. Eventually Maria pulled her head back from Sander's cock and she pushed herself up on one arm while using the other hand to give his cock some solid strokes. She watched with fascination as a steady stream of pre-cum oozed out of the boy's engorged head. Maria stuck out her tongue and licked the clear, sweet drops off and swirled them around in her mouth. Then she dove back down on him and licked the back of his cock all the way to his balls. Sander brought a hand up and plunged a finger into Maria's pussy, then hooked the finger under and used it to explore the inside of her tight opening. He could feel the muscles of her vagina clench and relax around him, but her juices were flowing freely and it was easy for Sander to add another finger and further increase the stimulation. He shifted his focus to the top of her slit, right behind her clit, and as his fingers stimulated the little button from behind, his tongue flicked lightly across the bottom and sides of the sensitive nub. Maria's breathing became a series of halting inhalations as she gasped her way to a climax. She squeezed her thighs tightly around Sander's head, clamping him like a vice, and she stopped sucking on his cock while she enjoyed the rush of her climax. As she came, she gently bucked her hips back and forth- an instinctive fucking motion, that provided a bit of additional stimulation from Sander's fingers and his tongue that lay motionless across her clit. As she recovered from her orgasm she resumed her suction on Sander's dick with renewed vigor. Then Maria reached down and cupped her hand around her cousin's balls, tugging gently at them, rolling the little nuggets around. Sander could feel a tingling sensation in his balls, and he knew he was getting close to an orgasm. Maria moved her hand down further and pressed a finger gently against Sander's boyhole. That took him completely by surprise, and it pushed him over the edge. The boy's sphincter tightened around the tip of Maria's finger as he sprayed his watery cum all over her belly. She left her finger in place until Sander's body relaxed again, then she pulled it out and spun herself back around and lay motionless next to him, watching the boy's breathing slow and his heart rate come back down to normal. She used his boxers to wipe the cum off herself and then pulled her cousin into a tight hug and kissed him on the neck. "Thank you," she said, "that was amazing." "Definitely," said Sander, and he felt himself drift off to sleep. The following morning everyone slept in. Thankfully, the parents were too busy nursing their hangovers and dealing with the little cousins to check in on the big kids, otherwise they might have noticed that not only had the girls switched to the other tent, but that they had both gotten into bed with their cousins, and they'd most likely have picked up on the distinct scent of cum and hormones that lingered in the tent and would have found several of the kids sticky with dried juices. And that condom would have been hard to explain... When the kids at long last did get up, they laughed as they revisited everything that had gone on the night before. They pulled on their boxers and panties, and the kids made their way down to the ocean to try to wash off the worst of the damage from the previous night. They all seemed at ease about the things that had gone in the tent, and since they now knew all about their respective relationships they could relax and just be themselves. Justin and Sarah walked close together with their arms wrapped around each other; Maria and Sander did the same, but kept stopping in their tracks to share a passionate kiss and stroke each other's bodies. Sander loved the feeling of Maria's body against his own, and he could have spent the rest of the day just taking in her softness and the beautiful smell of her hair. She promised him that she would try to come up and visit him before school started in the fall. When they got to the water Peter and Asher swam out past the breakers side by side, then chased each other back onto shore and down the beach. The two teenage boys shared a couple of friendly butt grabs at the water's edge, and Asher then managed a solid tug at Peter's boxers. They ended up halfway down Peter's legs, exposing his beautiful firm ass and his black cock for all to see. Peter smiled at Asher, then stepped all the way out of his boxers and yelled, "Skinny dipping, yeah!" and hurled himself into a breaking wave. The other five kids weren't slow to react, stripping off their own underwear and launching themselves into the water. By early afternoon, the cousins had showered, gotten dressed and devoured pretty much everything that was to be found in the fridge. Then they helped pack up the tents and clean the patio and kitchen, putting stuff away so Sander's uncle could close up the house and head back to New York. Sander found it hard to imagine owning a house this nice and then only using it a couple of times a year - it seemed like such a huge waste. His parents loaded up their car, and proceeded to do the round of goodbyes. Sander gave Peter and Asher the usual lame pat-on-the-shoulder that boys inevitably will substitute for affection whenever there are parents nearby. Then he hugged Sarah and gave her a discrete little peck on the cheek. He did the same with Maria, but he found it almost impossible to let her go, so they lingered quite a bit longer than would have been expected for a simple goodbye. His parents exchanged a look, and then Sander told all of his cousins to please come visit - he really did want to get together with all of them again soon, but he particularly wanted to see more of Maria. Indeed, the beautiful 13-year-old was the only thing on his mind as he climbed into the back of his family's car, and his eyes remained locked on her as they pulled away from the beach house. When she finally disappeared from view, Sander realized that he was exhausted. Between all the time spent in the water ad in the sun and the totally amazing things he'd done with his cousins he was ready for a long nap on the drive home. He also realized that he'd barely even thought about Avery and Claire since he'd arrived at the beach. While he wasn't sure how much detail he was going to share with Avery, he did want to let him know at least something about what had happened. "Dude. Totally cool by me if u + Claire did stuff this weekend. Had amazing time w cousins. Tell u all about it when I get back. Heading home now. Totally beat." Avery wrote back a minute later. "Whoa... cousins? Classic. Happy 4 u. Claire was awesome. C U soon." Sander smiles and put away his phone, then got comfortable spreading out across the entire back seat. His body ached, but more than anything he really just needed a chance to rest and process everything. Life could be quite overwhelming for a 13-year-old boy when it was this great. Thanks for reading, be sure to check out the first three chapters in the story on nifty.org. Comments? Let me where you want this to go or what else you'd like to see happen to our middle schoolers and their friends. vtcurious1@gmail.com ###