Date: Fri, 08 Mar 2024 20:41:55 +0000
From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com
Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 009

Playing with my children.

CH 09 AUTHOR NOTE: This is another chapter in the ongoing story about
Meghan and her two young children.  She has a ten-year-old daughter and a
thirteen-year-old son.  The three of them explore some consensual sexual
situations throughout this and upcoming chapters.

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on a real-life scenario.  The characters are fictitious and any resemblance
to real life people is merely coincidental.

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{Chapter 009. Eruption.}

Slowly turning my head toward Sophie, I nodded encouragingly at her and
said, "You can touch it now."

She had her lower lip stuck between her two upper teeth.  They were
slightly crooked and the image was extremely adorable in my mind.  When she
didn't reach out immediately, I took hold of her hand and lifted it toward
her brother's still-twitching penis.  When we reached it, I guided her
fingers and showed her how to curl them around it.  Brandon made a choking
sound that turned into a soft moan.

"Don't squeeze it too tight," I instructed my daughter as I let go of her
hand.  Her little fingers were wrapped delicately around her brother's
cock.  My body was on overload, my crotch smoldering with desire.  A part
of me suddenly wanted to lean forward and wrap my lips around Brandon's
shaft while my daughter stroked him, but I refrained from the impulse.

"Slide your fingers on it, sweetie," I said softly.

Sophie's hand moved and I watched as she carefully pushed her hand down the
length of her brother's penis.  It was twitching as she held it.  When she
reached the skin of his pelvis, I instructed her, "Now pull your hand back
up toward the tip."

My daughter complied, slowly pulling her hand toward herself again.
Brandon gasped.  When she reached the tip of his penis, it twitched again
and popped out from between her fingers.  Sophie yelped and then stared at
it while it twitched.  It was bouncing around.  Glancing at my son's face,
I realized he was breathing heavily.  Oh, he was very close.

Reaching out, I took hold of my daughter's hand once more and placed it
back on his cock.  That settled it down.  Instinctively, she wrapped her
ten-year-old fingers around it once more.  She had her tongue between her
teeth, sticking out of her mouth a little.  It was adorable how hard she
was concentrating.

"That's it, dear," I said.  Then I went on, "Now start moving your hand up
and down his penis.  Just make sure you don't squeeze too tight."

With a slight nod, my daughter followed my instructions and started
stroking her brother right there in the bathtub.  I watched in awe, my
arousal swirling and growing within me.  Brandon started moaning while his
little sister ran her fingers up and down the length of his erection.  He
was trembling.

"Mmm, that's perfect, Sophie," I praised my daughter.  Then I told her,
"You can move your hand a little faster.  If you keep stroking him like
this, he's going to have an orgasm soon."

My daughter made a soft squeal of delight and then sped up her hand
movement.  I sat back a little, watching the scene unfold before me.  My
pussy was calling to me, begging me to touch it.  I almost did.  I was
certain I could make myself cum in less than thirty seconds.  But I forced
myself to observe instead, watching the sexy scene as it played out.

"Faster," Brandon said suddenly.  When I looked up at his face, it was
contorted with lust and arousal.  He was thoroughly enjoying having his
little sister masturbate him.

Sophie sped up her stroking.  Staring at her young face, I realized that
she was breathing heavily, too.  This was a turn on for her, just like
everyone else in the room.

"That's it, baby," I whispered encouragingly.  Leaning a little closer to
my daughter's head, I said, "You're going to make him cum."

Without slowing her stroking hand, my daughter whispered, "What's `cum'?"

Oh yeah.  I was dealing with naïve little children.  Feeling
emboldened, I answered her, "It means to have an orgasm."

"Ohhh," she said.  She never took her eyes away from her brother's cock.
"It's really warm," she whispered and I smiled.

Brandon started moaning then and I watched as his body began to shake.  He
seemed to be swaying where he stood, so I put a hand on his bare butt to
steady him.  Sophie continued masturbating him, her little hand gliding up
and down his four-inch shaft over and over again.  My son's shaking grew
more pronounced.

Completely mesmerized by the sight before me, I stared at my son's penis
while his sister continued to stroke it.  By his body's reaction and the
heavy sounds of his erratic breathing, I could tell he was right on the
brink.  Despite his penis being relatively small at four inches, his
sister's hand was even smaller.  The contrast was electrifying for some
reason.  Every time her little hand slid down to his base I watched in
wonder as the mushroomed tip jutted out from between her fingers.  And even
more fascinating was how the tiny slit at the tip of his penis kept opening
and closing as Sophie worked her inexperienced hand up and down.  It almost
seemed to be breathing.

Brandon's body went rigid.  I even felt his butt cheek that I had hand
pressed against go taut.  I knew what that meant.  Holding my breath, I
stared eagerly at his penis, my eyes opening wide as I waited.  He swayed
and then--

"HUHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!!" my son cried out and I watched as his body spasmed
while his sister continued to stroke him.  He shuddered as his orgasm
wracked him.  Still staring at the tip of his cock, nothing came out.  And
once again, I experienced the unmistakable thrill of arousal from
witnessing my son have an orgasm without spewing any sperm.  I don't know
why that was so erotic to me, yet it was.  His young body simply hadn't
grown enough to cum for real.

Reaching my other hand out, I pressed it against his hip, holding him while
Sophie kept going.  A visible tremor went through his muscles, from top to
bottom.  He moaned again.  Then he started to sway, so I braced my hands
more firmly against him.  His naked butt felt warm against my palm.

Two minutes went by and Sophie was still stroking her brother's cock.
Finally, he made a noise that I knew was his signal that it was too much.
He was spent and his prepubescent penis was overly sensitive.  Letting go
of his hip, I reached out and gently peeled my daughter's hand from his
cock.  She didn't protest at all.

When I looked at Sophie, I saw her staring up at Brandon's face.  I
followed her gaze and saw that he had his eyes closed, his lips writhing.
He was still enjoying the sensations from his orgasm.  I saw his nostrils
flaring wildly as he breathed through his nose.  Absently, I rubbed his
butt where my hand was still touching him.

With one final full body shudder, my son finally exhaled through his mouth.
Then his eyes fluttered open and he looked around as if in a daze.

"Fun, right?" I asked, grinning.

Both my children nodded in agreement.  Finally, I forced myself to stand
and then announced, "Ok, it's time to get you two settled for bed."