Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 22:59:15 -0500
From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com>
Subject: middle schoolers, part 3

MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, PART 3

Thanks to all for your kind remarks and comments. This story is taking on a
life of its own, evolving fast and furiously. Writing this installment
brought some complete surprises, even for me. It also had me incredibly
aroused, so cum prepared...


The week went by fast; everyone was busy at school and they all had
commitments after school with sports. Before long, Friday rolled around.
After soccer practice that afternoon, Sander told Avery that he was going
to the beach for the weekend with his family. They'd be leaving right after
practice. He asked Avery what his plans were for the weekend.


 "Not sure," said Avery, "maybe I'll get together with Claire and get me
some." He laughed, but Sander looked at him seriously. "Dude, I really want
to be there if that happens – can you try not to do anything while I'm
away?" Avery couldn't promise anything but he told Sander not to worry,
Claire probably wasn't ready to give up her virginity just yet. "How do you
even know she's still a virgin?" asked Sander. "She told me so," said
Avery, "and did you feel her pussy – it's as tight as anything, there's no
way she's had anything bigger than a finger in there yet." Sander once
again implored his best friend not to do anything really awesome without
him, but Avery was noncommittal. What happens, happens, he thought to
himself.


 Claire texted Avery late Saturday night. Avery was home alone in bed
watching Premier League soccer on his laptop, eating a bag of Doritos and
feeling pretty good about life. When he came home from practice that
afternoon he'd found a note on the fridge from his parents explaining that
they were having dinner with neighbors who were the parents of one of
John's best friends. Avery was welcome come join them if he wanted to, but
they would be fine with him just hanging out and enjoying some peace and
quiet around the house. A no brainer. Avery had taken a long hot shower,
raided the fridge, and gotten serious about vegging out.


 "Sup?" asked Claire in her text. "Not much," he answered. "You?"


 "Bored. Horny." Came the reply. "Well," responded Avery, "Can I help?"


 He told her he was home alone and asked her if she wanted to come over.
Five minutes later, she was on her bike heading his way.


 No more pretense was required; no need for the awkward moments trying to
make the right move. They were both horny, they both knew what this was
about. Within a few minutes of her arrival, Claire had stripped out of her
clothes and was naked on Avery's bed. Avery was sucking her beautiful perky
tits, his hands roaming across her back, down to her ass crack, around to
the little bush at the top of her pussy, his hand cupping her cunt, one
finger gently prodding the outer lips apart.


 Perhaps it was their intense moaning, or perhaps it was because they were
in his room with the door closed. But for whatever reason, Avery and Claire
didn't hear the front door open and close, nor did they hear the footsteps
on the stairs.


 Avery's brother John had left the party when his buddy Quinn had fallen
asleep while they were watching a video together. Quinn had been sick
lately, and his parents figured he just needed to get some sleep. And
rather than hang out and be bored with a bunch of grown-ups, John had
decided he'd head home and see what Avery was up to. Maybe they could play
Xbox or something.


 John had turned 11 in the spring, making him a little less than two years
younger than his brother. Smaller, of course, but built more solidly, a
linebacker to Avery's wide receiver. As a matter of fact, while Avery was
all about soccer, John had started pee wee football when he was 10 and was
beginning to show some muscle in the right places, rapidly replacing any
remaining little boy softness. He had beautiful deep brown eyes like his
brother, and his perfect teeth went well with the shy smile he almost
always sported.


 John adored his big brother and loved spending time with Avery, but lately
there hadn't been much opportunity to do so. Avery had been so preoccupied
with Claire and Sander and whatever it was they had going on. John wasn't
quite sure, but he wasn't stupid. He knew about the birds and the bees,
he'd started getting erections all the time and had figured out what to do
about them through some trial and error, watching stuff on the internet,
and once or twice asking his brother in that slightly distant way that boys
do when they're talking about awkward stuff ("So, you know when you're –
you know, doing it, right – do you put the lotion on your hand or on your,
you know – or does it, like, not matter which way you do it?"). Avery had
been more than happy to oblige with an answer, even throwing in a few tips
and suggestions of his own ("try switching hands now and then – it's
awesome!") and John felt totally comfortable around his brother.


 But there was one question that John really wanted to ask, but one which
he was having a hard time mustering the courage to even think about it, let
alone ask. He had noticed that he got turned on by seeing the other boys on
his football team when they were changing in the locker room – even more
than when he saw cute girls on the beach, although that could certainly
give him a nice tingling feeling in his balls as well. He had played the
occasional kissing game with girls at parties, and he'd played spin the
bottle on a camping trip with some of his cousins and gotten to touch a
breast once, but that was about it. He'd never done anything with a boy,
but now that his hormones were slowly starting to brew, he wanted to find
out more about all of it. And the boy thing was difficult to grasp. Was he
gay? And if so, was that okay?


 John got home, took of his sneakers in the hallway and started up the
stairs to the 2nd floor. Half way up, he thought he heard something, a
weird noise coming from Avery's room. Then it seemed to stop. John turned
left and headed to his room, grabbed a towel, and headed for the shower.
Just like his brother, his parents had been considerate enough to leave
John intact, and after washing everything else he enjoyed the ritual of
skinning back his dick and washing behind the head, giving it one extra tug
for good measure before rolling the foreskin back up and calling it a day.
John dried off and wrapped his towel around him and then stepping out onto
the landing to head for his room. The sound was back, now louder than
before. It was definitely coming from John's room. He walked over to the
closed door, and even before he put his ear to the door to listen, he knew
what was going on in there. He heard Claire's voice quite clearly; she was
moaning between panting breaths, animal sounds almost, like mewling. He
heard her say Avery's name and he could hear his brother breathing hard,
too.


 It's the kind of shit that brothers just know. John knew for a fact that
he could open Avery's door without making a sound – he'd done it many times
before when they had played hide-and-seek, and he'd snuck up on Avery on
many occasions. It was too tempting not to try it now, so John took careful
hold of the door handle and started to ease it down, ever so slowly, in
complete silence, all the while listening in awe to the passionate moans on
the other side. The handle made it all the way down without a sound, and
then John proceeded to push the door inwards. After a few inches, he had a
partial view of Avery's bed over by the window. There was Avery, lying on
his bed in nothing but a t-shirt and his ankle socks, and on top of him sat
Claire, wearing nothing at all. She was sitting astride his face, her pussy
squarely in front of Avery's mouth. Avery's head was moving from side to
side and back and forth as his tongue worked on Claire. Avery's hands were
up on Claire's tits, holding them both firmly, two fingers resting on
either side of her nipples. Claire's hips were moving back and forth in
time with Avery's tongue, adding to the stimulation he was giving her,
mashing her clit up against his lips and nose.


 The only light in the room was Avery's bedside lamp, but it provided
plenty of light for John to see by, and he couldn't take his eyes off the
incredibly sexy sight in front of him. Almost without thinking his right
hand found its way past the edge of the towel and grabbed for his dick. He
shifted his rigid four inch boy cock around to get comfortable, allowing it
to point up, letting the tip extend over the top of the towel. With two
fingers he was able to start masturbating just by moving the soft, thin
membrane of sensitive skin up and down across his equally sensitive glans.
A little pre-cum and some spit on a finger provided all the lubricant he
needed, and he soon got a good rhythm going. Freed from the awkward
confinement of the towel his erection grew stiffer and longer, and as his
excitement increased, his little marble sized balls started moving up
closer to his body. John felt the familiar tingling start in his groin,
growing stronger with every stroke, and he knew he would very soon be at
the point of no return. He stopped his fingers dead in their track at the
base of his little mushroom head, closed his eyes tight and focused
intensely on relaxing all the muscles in his perineum, trying to bring
himself back under control. He felt the tingling subside, his erection
relax a little, and his balls sink back into his nutsack. He breathed a
sigh of relief and opened his eyes.


 Claire was looking straight at him, an exhausted but lewd smile on her
lips, her tongue poking out a little, just beneath the tip of her nose.
There was sweat glistening on her forehead, and she was still shifting her
hips to make the most of Avery's efforts between her legs. But her gaze
locked with John's. He didn't know what to do. Then Claire said softly and
without any trace of panic of anger, "Hey, Avery... we've got company."


 Avery was so busy with his efforts to eat out Claire that he barely
budged. He tilted his head a little to one side to take a look, and
confirmed that his younger brother was indeed standing in the doorway,
apparently with one hand on the tip of his little hard penis. Avery
couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the whole scene. "Hi, John," he
said. "Well, don't just stand there, c'mon in!" John hesitated briefly,
looked at Avery for confirmation, then pushed the door open and stepped
inside tentatively, not sure where he should go or what he should do once
he got there. He had released his hand from his penis, but his dick was
still tucked behind the top of the towel, poking out as if it wanted to see
what was going on. As he walked in it slid back down, now tenting out in
front of him.


 He got over to the bed and just stood there. It was getting awkward.
Claire came to his rescue, reaching out and squeezing his little boy cock
gently through the towel. "Bet it's cute, just like your brother's," she
said with a smile. "Can I see it?"


 John grabbed hold of the towel and untied it. It fell to the floor in a
heap, and the young boy stood there with his four inches of beautiful cock
pulsating slightly in time with his beating heart. Both Avery and Claire
admired the handsome boy, and they both reached out almost at the same time
to get a hold of the best bit of him. Their hands met around John's cock,
and after a quick bit of shuffling they tag teamed a few tugs on it to get
a feel for things.


 Claire leaned forward from her perch astride Avery and kissed the tip of
John's dick. The boy gasped and bucked his hips instinctively. "Mmmm," said
Claire, "you like that, huh?" John nodded stupidly as if she actually
needed an answer, and she proceeded to spread her lips a little and allowed
a bit of his head inside. Just the tip, the part poking out beyond his
foreskin. She closed her lips tight around him and sucked in her cheeks,
then proceeded to hoover her way down the full length of his penis. Claire
had no problem taking all of John's dick in her mouth – it just barely
reached the top of her throat, and she enjoyed the feeling it gave to push
her face up against his warm boy body at the root of his penis. She felt a
few hairs down there, and she wondered if the boy was able to shoot yet.


 Claire slurped her way back up again, smacking her lips against John's
slit, running her tongue across the head and swirling it around the
sensitive ridge at the back. She sat back down on the bed, pulling him with
her. She ended up crouching between Avery's knees, while John sat more or
less across his brother's chest, resting a knee on either side of him,
facing backwards.


 While Claire got back to work on John's cute dick, Avery reached up and
started fondling his brother's nutsack. Then he trailed a finger backwards
to John's little puckered asshole and started to gently stroke around the
outer edges of it. He used his other hand to spread John's firm little boy
butt to get better access, brought his hand down and licked a couple of
fingers, then went back to work prodding and probing John's ass.


 John's 11-year-old body was completely overwhelmed by the sensations it
was experiencing. An incredibly cute girl was sucking the living daylight
out of his rock hard dick, and his own brother had started fingering his
asshole. John hadn't objected when he first felt Avery explore his back
door, and now he wanted nothing more than for Avery to keep finding new
ways to please him. He arched his lower back and tried to widen his hips to
give Avery better access, and as he felt Avery's finger push on his pucker,
he tried to relax the sphincter and allow him in. It gave him a little jolt
when he felt Avery's finger sink past the tight muscle up to the first
knuckle, but he immediately accepted the intruder and tried to relax to let
him in further. Avery slipped in a second finger next to the first, and
both of them in a little deeper, then stopped to let John get used to the
feeling. A second later, he began slowly but firmly turning the fingers
side by side, easing them in and out as they made their way around. John
let it happen, breathing through the sensation of being penetrated,
enjoying the feeling of vulnerability, trusting his brother to be gentle
while at the same time egging him on and wanting more.


 Avery gently extracted his fingers and watched John's ass wink at him as
it contracted once the intruder was gone. Then Avery reached around John's
hips and pulled him backwards a little, towards his chest, and raised up
his head to meet him. As John scooted back, his hips and butt spread wide,
and by the time he got back as far as he could go Avery had easy access to
his brother's little treasure pot. Avery extended his tongue and let it
brush gently over John's pucker. It quivered and opened wide again,
allowing Avery to gently run his tongue along the inside ridges of the
sensitive hole. Then Avery raised himself on his elbows and let the tip of
his extended tongue touch the back of John's nutsack. He flattened his
tongue broadly against John's perineum – that little strip of soft,
sensitive skin between the nutsack and the anus – and then licked it flat
and firm all the way back across his anus where he let it linger for a
second, before he did the whole thing again, like a cat licking his fur
clean, or a little kid eating away at a huge ice cream cone.


 John almost collapsed, his knees buckling under him. The sensation was too
much, every nerve in the young boys' body firing at once. He couldn't
believe what Avery was doing, but he never wanted him to stop doing it. He
felt Avery's tongue stiffen and prod at his sphincter, forcing itself a
little way in and swirling around the inside of John's butt. Then it went
back for a long, smooth run up his crack, tickling the back of his nuts,
teasing erogenous zones between his ass and his dick that he hadn't even
known were there.


 Claire, meanwhile, had continued her work on John's dick, and with the
combined efforts of the two of them, John was getting very close to coming.
Claire could sense it in the way his little dick swelled and grew even
harder, and she increased her tempo and took him deep in her mouth sucking
hard on John's dickhead. Avery returned his two fingers to John's asshole,
entering him effortlessly and hooking the fingers under in an attempt to
maximize pressure on John's immature prostate. It seemed to work, because
John tensed up and pushed back against Avery's fingers, then groaned loudly
and laid his hands on the back of Claire's head and held her face tight
against his crotch while he bucked his hips and forced his dick in and out
of her mouth.


 Claire was pleasantly surprised to taste John's cum. It was sweeter than
Avery's or Sander's, more watery, but there wasn't much of it. She slurped
down what he had to offer, then nursed a few more drops from his dick
before she let it slide back out of her mouth. John fell back beside his
brother, curled up in a fetal position and breathing heavily. Claire
snuggled in on the other side of Avery, and together the two of them
watched John come back down from his little cloud, enjoying the sight of
his beautiful body recover from all it had been through.


 A few minutes later, John smacked his lips like he'd finished a good meal,
stretched and said, "Well, that was only the most amazing thing that's ever
happened to me. You guys are unbelievable." He looked at Avery and felt
incredibly lucky to have him as his older brother. Then he looked at Claire
and said, "Thanks for not freaking out when you saw me. Sorry, I guess I
shouldn't have spied on you guys, but what I heard sounded too hot to
ignore."


 Claire looked at the boy and smiled. "Nonsense. I'm glad you came in and
joined us. Avery can tell you: I find boys playing with each other a huge
turn-on."


 John's eyes grew wide and he turned back to his brother. "Wait, so have
you... You mean, it wasn't just you and Claire – have you and Sander,
too...?" Avery nodded. "I didn't know until the other day, but I definitely
have a thing for boys. I mean, I love doing stuff with Claire, but with
Sander... it's just as good, but different somehow."


 "Speaking of which," said Claire to break the tension that was building
from all the serious boy talk, "I need something good and I need it
something terribly." Without another word, the girl straddled Avery,
sitting across his chest, too far down for him to reach with his tongue,
her little tuft of pussy hair tickling him between his ribs. Then she
scooted down the length of his torso very slowly, firmly pushing her crotch
against him all the way, ending with her pussy planted over his
semi-flaccid cock. She gave a little wiggle, then scooted back up a bit.


 "John," she said nodding her head in the direction of Avery's dick, "do
you think you could help your brother get back into shape?" John smiled and
raised himself up on an elbow, then reached a hand across and touched his
brother's dick for the first time. Warm. Soft. Wonderful. He gripped it
gently, and moved his hand a little, awkwardly at first, figuring out the
angle of things. When Avery's dick started responding, John licked his hand
and fingers, then returned them to Avery's dick and worked until his
brother was completely erect again. Every time he rolled back the foreskin,
John couldn't help but admire the shiny purple helmet glistening with
pre-cum. He let two fingers brush against the edge of the head, gently
stroking down the back of the shaft, all the way to Avery's balls. They
were bigger than John's own, and he cupped a hand around them and rolled
them gently between his fingers.


 "Get him really, really wet, will you?" Asked Claire, running her tongue
across her lips, not-so-subtly implying what John already knew was next. He
leaned over, and with any hesitation opened his mouth a little and let
Avery's dick slip inside. He covered his teeth with his lips, closed his
mouth around Avery's warm, pulsating cock and savored the feeling. It felt
right to have his brother's cock in his mouth. He slid a little further
down the pole, then came back up and let Avery back out of his mouth. John
moved his head back an inch from Avery's slit, and grabbed the shaft firmly
with a hand. He then stuck his tongue out and let it play over the tip of
Avery's dick. John built up a good amount of saliva in his mouth, then let
it stream out over his tongue, directly on to Avery's dickhead, then down
the side of the shaft, finally pooling along the edge of the hand that was
holding Avery's dick in place. When he had a decent amount of spit
gathered, John slowly moved his hand up to spread the saliva across all of
Avery's dick. The shaft was glistening wet, the head as well, and even the
delicate folds of Avery's pale foreskin were overflowing with wetness. John
loosened his grip and let his hand move freely up and down Avery's cock.


 "He's as wet as he can get," he told Claire.


 "Okay,' she said, "Hold his dick for me, will you?" John let his hand
linger at the root of Avery's dick, pointing it at a 45 degree angle
towards Claire's butt which was planted on Avery's belly. Claire scooted
herself back a little, then placed her arms down next to Avery's chest and
lifted her body off of him, scooted back a little further, and ended up
with her pussy right over the tip of Avery's penis. She lowered herself
down until the tip touched the outer lips of her vagina, and then she ever
so gently swayed back and forth a little, teasing the tip of Avery's dick
with her labia, and using his dick to stimulate the very outer edges of her
sensitive pussy.


 John could feel Claire's movements in Avery's dick, and he held it firmly
in place so she could stay in charge of what did or did not happen. She was
moving back and forth almost hypnotically, short little swivels of her
hips, then long strokes with her knees bent and Avery's cock straining as
it was flattened along the length of her slit. She moved back and trapped
it in the V at the top of her outer labia, then reversed a bit so the front
of Avery's dickhead squeezed against her clit. She moaned and swayed
forward a little, then back, again, and now Avery's dick was poking in
between the inner lips of Claire's pussy, the tip just barely inside her
vagina. She lifted her hips, and he came back out, but John's hand held
Avery's dick in place, so all Claire had to do was sink her hips back down,
and he was right back inside. This time a little further in, her inner
labia parting a little more as they grew slicker with the juices flowing
freely from within her. She held him there for a moment, rocking back and
forth, letting him feel the full extent of her slit, pushing his penis
against her clit at the top of the arch, then lining it up with the widest
part of her vagina near the bottom.


 Even though he was only a 13-year-old boy, every instinct in Avery's young
body wanted to buck his hips and thrust his penis forward. This, after all,
was exactly what a man was made to do: reproduce by having sex. He had to
restrain himself from forcing his way past John's hand and slamming his
erection deep into Claire; he wasn't sure what she was planning, but the
tension was unbearable. He quivered and moaned a little, breathing heavily,
at once incredibly aroused and frustrated.


 Claire looked up at him and gave him a smile. "You ready for this?" She
asked. "Because I think I am." With that, she lowered herself down a little
further than before, allowing the head of Avery's penis to slide past the
entrance to her vagina. It was smooth but tight, plenty of lubricant to go
around, no need to force anything. Avery could feel Claire's cunt grip
behind the head of his penis, almost trapping the head within her. She
rested there for a second, savoring the feeling, getting used to having him
in her, then she sank her hips down further, allowing him to slide in
another inch, penetrating deeper into her vagina, her pussy lips stroking
the side of his shaft as he entered her. The tip of his penis was pushing
gently against resistance now, something flexible that was holding it back
a little, forcing it upwards a little. Claire raised her hips again,
sliding Avery out an inch or two. John instinctively knew what was coming
next, and since his help was no longer really needed, he moved his hand
away from Avery's dick and sat back to simply watch in awe. Claire waited
one breath, then another, and finally moved her hips back down. But this
time she didn't stop at an inch or two, she kept going, straight past the
point of resistance, shuddering momentarily as Avery felt the tip of his
penis push past the barrier and continue deeper into Claire's vagina, the
walls squeezing him tightly, her pussy providing just the right amount of
lubrication to allow him to move freely within her.


 Claire came to rest with her pubic bone against Avery's. He was all the
way inside her now, the tip of his penis lodged a good six inches inside
her vagina. It was an incredible feeling, and as Avery looked down to see
where the two of them were connected he was overwhelmed by how right this
felt, how incredibly satisfying it was to have this kind of connection with
another human being. He looked up at Claire. "You are so incredibly sexy,"
he said. "You too," She said, and with that she slowly lifted her hips back
up, feeling him being pulled back out of her tight cunt, marveling at the
sensation of his dickhead stroking the walls of her vagina as it moved.


 She rested on her knees for a minute with her hips swayed down so Avery
was just barely inside her, trying to make it last, to make the most of
this amazing first time for both of them. Avery reached in and grabbed a
hold of the shaft of his own slender boy cock and jiggled it back and forth
a little, stimulating Claire like she had done earlier, teasing her pussy
lips apart, rubbing his dickhead against her clit, then running it all the
way down to the bottom of her slit, never sliding all the way out of her.
Claire groaned in pleasure at what he was doing, then arched her back like
a cat and slid down his pole, sucking him back inside her. She raised
herself off her arms, straightening her torso and leaning back a little,
putting pressure on the front of his dick with her pubic bone, forcing it
backwards and down a little. She placed the palms of her hands flat on his
thighs just over his knees, and started fucking the boy, slowly raising her
hips up as far as she could get them, thrusting her pelvis forward as she
came up, then sinking back down on him. Every movement caused a slurping,
sucking sound; her labia moving, his foreskin moving, his shaft making its
way up her tight vagina. Her movements started getting more urgent, she
started slamming down against his crotch, trying to get him as deep into
her as possible.


 Avery could feel his body tingle, his balls drawing tight against his
body, and he knew he was about to come. Through the haze of excitement he
realized that he wasn't wearing a condom and somewhere deep inside him a
responsible, conscientious voice told him that this might be a problem.
Reluctantly he brought a hand up to Claire's shoulder, bringing and frantic
fucking to a halt. She looked down at him in a daze, nodded, then lifted
herself off the boy, allowing his wet, glistening cock stand proudly above
his crotch. "... Gonna cum," he said, "don't want to get us in trouble."
She nodded again and smiled, then turned to John and said, "You get to do
it, it'll be even better that way."


 John had been completely spellbound watching the two 13-year-olds fucking
with such immense passion, and it took him a second to realize what she
meant. Then he reached over and put a hand around Avery's warm, excited
cock, slick with Claire's juices, and proceeded to jerk his brother off.
His moves were firm and solid, running all the way from the base of Avery's
cock to the tip, and on every other pass John would rub his palm across
Avery's dickhead, coming down the back and swirling around to the front to
maximize stimulation. Avery was squirming on the bed, bucking his hips,
shaking his head from side to side, moaning. "Oh, God," he groaned, "Here
it comes, here it comes!" John leaned forward, and gave Avery one last
solid stroke and just held his cock loosely, watching it twitch in his
hand, and jet after jet of thick white cum spurted from the slit. The first
spurt caught John across the face, the next two on his chin and neck. He
ran his tongue out to catch some, and savored the taste while Avery
stretched out and sighed with the release and rush of endorphins from the
massive orgasm.


 Claire, meanwhile, had been incredibly aroused by the sight of the two
brothers, and the thought of John finishing off Avery after he'd been
inside her was pushing her over the top. She had three fingers jammed into
her pussy, while the thumb was circling her clit. She was up on her toes,
knees bent, still straddling Avery's limp body, leaning forward on her
other arm. She was intensely focused, so close to the edge, trying at once
to drag the experience out to make the most of it, while at the same time
edging herself closer to the orgasm that she knew was awaiting her.


 Suddenly it happened. Claire skipped a breath, gasped for air, then went
rigid, her fingers moving in her pussy like a jackhammer, her thumb
squeezing her clit hard against her pubic bone, and she let out a muffled
shriek. Avery could feel drops of moisture from her cunt hit his leg as she
rode the orgasm by twirling her fingers inside her pussy. He smiled as he
watched the beautiful girl in complete bliss. Then he turned his head and
looked over at his brother, who was busy licking his fingers as he scooped
Avery's cum off his neck and chin.


 A proud big brother, Avery couldn't recall ever feeling happier. Or
hornier. But oh, so tired.

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