Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 09:11:41 +0000
From: RA Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-5

This is the continuing story about a group of young friends growing up and
finding out all about sex during the nineteen-sixties. That was way before
computers and the internet and reliable information back then was generally
difficult to find. Much of what kids learned was picked up from other kids
in the playground and a lot of that was crazily inaccurate. In this story
the kids are rather luckier than that as you will see.  I hope that people
who grew up back then will be able to identify with some of what they read
and that the younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too despite perhaps
feeling that it's ancient history.

I will be posting future chapters here quite regularly. Please do drop me a
line if you enjoy my story - racoole@proton.me

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The Sixties Sexplorers
Chapter Five

The school year that followed that idyllic summer was over in a flash. Toby
Adamson could hardly believe it. He and the twins had celebrated their
thirteenth birthdays and suddenly it was July again and time for new
holidays and fresh experiences. Shortly after the summer holidays began,
Andrew went off to Cornwall again with his family. They returned from their
time away looking bronzed and fit and this time Andrew managed to refrain
from breaking any of his limbs. The only dampening factor during their
holiday, as Toby was to learn shortly after their return, was that Natasha
had started her first period while they were away and this resulted in a
certain amount of misery until she got used to the idea.

'It was funny in a way,' said Andrew to Toby, 'Because she started it on a
Sunday morning and of course it was totally unexpected. Mummy hadn't
thought to take any sanitary towels with her, so poor old Natty had to make
do with about half a roll of loo paper stuffed down her knickers.'

'How awful for her.' murmured Toby sympathetically.

'She got mad that afternoon because Daddy and I decided to go swimming and
she wanted to come too. Mummy had found a packet of Tampax in her handbag,
so Natty decided that she was going to try to put one up.'

'What are Tampax when they're at home?' asked Toby.

Andrew laughed and explained.

'So anyway,' he continued, 'She charged off to the bathroom with a Tampax
and the jar of Vaseline. She was there for ages and ages.'

'Did she manage to get it in?'

'Oh yes. Actually she said that the worst part of the whole thing was
bucking up the courage to stick it up. When she did it she said it only
made her eyes water a little bit!'

'You're very cruel.' chuckled Toby admonishingly. 'I'm glad it isn't
something we'll have to go through.'

'I quite agree.' said Andrew with feeling. 'It must be an awful drag. Girls
have it tough in some ways, don't they?'

Toby nodded sagely.

The Stevensons had been back for little more than a week when the time came
for Charles Adamson's annual break. For a change and in preparation for a
holiday in Canada, planned for the future, Charles decided to take the
family for a holiday 'abroad', so they went off to the Channel
Islands. Toby had been looking forward to the holiday with keen
anticipation, as they were travelling by air and he had never flown
before. The event quite lived up to his expectations and the youngster
looked out of the port hole spell- bound as the tiny aircraft rose from the
tarmac at Bournemouth Airport early one sunny morning. The flight was,
however, all too brief for his liking and it seemed that he had hardly got
to the end of his boiled sweet when the 'plane began its descent towards
Jersey.  At the airport a man from the local hire car firm met the family
and Charles was highly amused to be offered an ancient Morris Minor
convertible. Toby was delighted, for he had never been in an open topped
car, so his father took it and they were soon bowling along the road for
Grouville with the wind whipping through their hair and Mary complaining
that she should have taken a head scarf had she only known.

Charles had made bookings for two double rooms at the Grouville Bay Hotel,
which was the only aspect of the holiday that disappointed Toby, for he did
not want to share with his sister. Although they now got on slightly better
than they had in earlier years, they were still hardly the best of
friends. The major reason for not wanting to share with his sister was one
that Toby had only been able to tell Andrew, much to the latter's
amusement. Katy, at not quite ten years of age, was not only insatiably
curious but also appallingly indiscreet.  Toby was therefore painfully
aware that if he had to share a bedroom with her he would be unable to
continue with his sex life. This he regretted deeply! Consequently he felt
quite gloomy as they followed the porter upstairs to their
accommodation. The gloom deepened when they were shown into a light airy
twin bedded room with views out to sea.

'This is your room, sir.' said the porter respectfully. 'The children's
room is across the corridor.'

He put down the baggage and gratefully received the proffered tip before
retiring.

'Oh, this is very nice Charles.' said Mary. 'Better than I had hoped for.'

'Yes, it'll do fine.' agreed her husband. 'I'll have a look at the kids
room now.'

Followed by Toby and Katy he went across the corridor and threw open the
door.

'Hey!' cried Toby. 'Bunk beds. How absolutely smashing. Bags I the top
one.'

His air of gloom evaporated at once.


For the remainder of the day the family explored their new surroundings and
the children ran happily up and down the sand dunes as their parents walked
contentedly along the beach.

'Toby and Katy seem to be getting along well today.' remarked Mary. 'I'm
glad about the bunk beds in their room. Toby was only saying this morning
that he didn't want to share with his sister, but he seems quite happy
about it now.'

'Well, it's something new.' replied Charles, pulling on his pipe. 'You know
how he loves novelty. They'll be all right I expect.'

That night, armed with a couple of tissues, Toby scrambled into the top
bunk and shrugging off his pyjamas, proceeded to masturbate blissfully to
the most delicious climax while Katy, lying below him, chattered on
inconsequentially, unaware of what was going on above her head.

Although it was already light when Toby awoke the next morning, a glance at
his watch told him that it was still early. Lying quietly he tried to go
back to sleep but was prevented from doing so by a strong urge to visit the
bathroom. Calling Katy's name softly he received no reply. As she was
apparently still asleep he eased himself stealthily out of bed and still
naked from the activities of the night before, began to climb slowly down
the ladder. He was two steps from the ground when Katy said:

'Why haven't you got any clothes on and why is your doodle sticking up in
the air?'

Toby started violently at the sound of her voice and almost fell off the
ladder. Managing to reach the ground he turned around hastily and made for
the tiny shower room.

'I was hot and I'm dying to spend a penny.' he mumbled in answer to her
questions.

Going through the door he closed it firmly behind him and realised that he
was trembling slightly from shock. It took him a few moments to pull
himself together sufficiently to complete his business and after pulling
the flush and washing his hands he returned reluctantly to the bedroom,
sure that he would have to face another barrage of questions from his
curious sister.  Katy was sitting up in bed and looked at him hopefully.

'Oh.' she sighed, obviously disappointed. 'Your doodle has gone little
again.'

'Yes. It generally sticks up like that first thing in the morning when I
really need to spend a penny.'

Toby began to climb back up the ladder.

'I thought,' said Katy, 'That perhaps you'd been rubbing it.'

The comment stopped her brother dead in his tracks and his blood ran cold
in his veins.

'Rubbing it?' he repeated, trying to stop his voice from squeaking.

'When Richard Carter rubs his doodle it gets ever so much bigger and sticks
up just like yours.'  giggled Katy.

'However do you know that?' demanded Toby descending to the ground and
looking at his little sister with great interest.

'Because I've seen him do it, that's how.' explained Katy, a look of
triumph on her face.

'When?'

'Oh Golly, I don't know. Lots of times.' she replied airily.

'Well well well.' chuckled Toby, relaxing. 'So that's where you get the
name doodle from is it?  I wondered.'

'Oh sorry. I'd forgotten, you call yours a willy don't you. Everybody seems
to have a different name for it. Robert Pride calls his a dinky.'

'That's a sort of model car.' laughed Toby.

'So it is. A Dinky Toy.' giggled Katy. 'I'll tell him that.'

'No, don't do that.' returned Toby. 'He might get upset. He can call it
whatever he wants.'

'Is there a proper name for it?'

'Yes there is, but very few boys seem to use it.'

'What is it?' she asked innocently.

Toby frowned. 'Now look here Katy. You'll go telling Mummy we've been
talking like this and then I'll get into trouble.'

'No I won't. Honestly. I know now that there are things that it's better
not to tell Mummy.  She doesn't know that Richard lets me see his doodle. I
haven't told her that I let him see my wee wee hole either.'

'Do you Katy?' Toby was fascinated.

'Yes, I have to, otherwise he won't let me see his doodle.'

'Ooh Katy, you rude girl!' laughed her brother.

'That's what Belinda says, but I don't mind. I like showing it to him
because it makes me feel funny inside.'

'Funny inside?'

'Mmm. Sort of warm and trembly.'

'How interesting.' mused Toby, who was surprised that Katy should be
experiencing such apparently erotic feelings at such a tender age.

'Can I show it to you?' Katy asked suddenly.

'Oh really!' protested Toby. "Whatever for?'

'To be honest, I was hoping that if I did you'd rub your willy to see if
you can make it stick up again like Richard does.'

'Katy You're absolutely dreadful!'

'Yes, I know.' she conceded, kicking back her bedclothes and pulling her
nightdress up round her waist. 'Can you see?'

'It's a bit dark to be truthful.' laughed Toby. Reaching up, Katy switched
on the wall light.  'Is that any better?'

'Yes, I suppose so.' sighed Toby.

Parting her legs wide Katy placed her hands on her outer labia and
stretched them apart.

'Look.' she boasted. 'Now you can actually see right inside the hole.'
Despite his misgivings, Toby was drawn to the sight and sure enough he
could see past Katy's tiny inner lips into her secret inner recesses. He
licked his lips nervously.

'You really are awfully rude.' he whispered and Katy giggled.

'Would you like to put a finger inside?' she offered. 'Richard did the last
time that I showed it to him and it didn't hurt at all.'

'How far did he put it in?' asked Toby, feeling faintly shocked.

'Not very far I don't think. Sort of like this.' Katy hooked the index
finger of her right hand into her vagina and gave a little sigh of
pleasure.  'It feels quite nice.' she admitted.  'Now will you rub your
willy?'

'There's no need.' chuckled Toby, as he felt himself begin to respond to
her uninhibited sexual display.

'Ooh Toby:' she squealed delightedly as his member began to arc slowly and
gracefully upwards.  'How are you making it do that?'

'Practice.' laughed her brother.

'Golly, it gets an awful lot bigger, doesn't it?' observed Katy.

'Quite a lot I suppose.' agreed Toby modestly.

'Oh dear, but now what's happening?' asked Katy in dismay. 'Is it alright?
It looks as if it's breaking!'

As Toby's penis had reached its full erection the foreskin had peeled back
to reveal the engorged purple coloured head.

'Doesn't Richard's do that?' asked Toby innocently.

'No.' whispered his sister, looking with awe at his tumescent organ. 'And
neither does Robert's either.'

'You've seen Robert's sticking up too?' laughed Toby.

'Oh yes, but only a few times. And they're both tiny in comparison with
yours.'

'You wait 'til I get older.' chuckled her brother.

'You mean it'll get bigger still?' squeaked Katy disbelievingly.

'I really hope so.' said Toby.

'Will you let me see it then?'

I might, if you're very good.'

'Anyway, what is that knob thing at the end?' asked Katy.

'It's called the head.' explained Toby. 'The pee comes out here see?'

'Oh yes. It's a pretty colour, isn't it.' said Katy and Toby
laughed. 'Toby, will Richard and Robert grow heads for theirs when they get
older?'

'They've already got them.' answered Toby. 'It just that their folds of
skin probably don't pull back automatically to let you see like mine does.'

'Ah, now I understand. Would they pull the skin back if I asked them, do
you think?'

'I really don't know. You'll have to try. You may find that they won't be
able to, or perhaps one will and the other won't. Everybody is a bit
different.'

'Do you ever try rubbing your willy Toby?'

'Why do you ask?'

'Because Richard says that he gets lovely feelings when he does it.'

'Really?'

'Uh huh. Why don't you try doing it?'

'I don't know how.'

Without warning Katy's hand shot out and grabbing her brother's erection
she began to slide the skin up and down the shaft.

'Richard does it kind of like this.' she giggled.

'Hey, get off.' cried Toby, moving back hastily, for he instantly realised
that Katy would make him ejaculate with very little effort.

'Oh, I'm sorry Toby.' said Katy contritely. 'I didn't mean to upset you.'

'You didn't really. It was just that I wasn't expecting it.'

'That's all right then. Did it feel nice?'

'Yes, very nice thank you.'

'Why don't you try it then?'

'Perhaps some other time.' said Toby evasively, 'The head is very delicate
and I don't want to make it sore.'

'All right then.' nodded Katy.

'I think I'll get back into bed for a while before it's time to get up.'
decided Toby, who was actually bursting to get into his bunk and give
himself an orgasm.

'I can read my book, can't I.' said Katy.

'Yes, that's a good idea.'

Climbing up the ladder, Toby stretched out luxuriously on his bed and began
to masturbate.  In his haste to make himself come his actions were a little
vigorous and the bunks started to rock slightly.

'Toby, I can feel the bed moving.' complained Katy.

'Oh sorry Katy.'

'What are you doing?'

'Nothing.'

'Yes you are. You're rubbing your willy, aren't you.'

'Well, I thought I'd just try it for a bit.' admitted Toby, his climax
growing ever nearer.

'Are you getting the lovely feelings that Richard told me about?'

'Well........nnh!' Toby's reply turned into a convulsive groan of ecstasy
as he climaxed.

'Are you all right?' Katy asked anxiously.

'Yes.' panted Toby, his mind racing for an excuse. 'But I was right about
the head of my willy, it is rather tender. I don't think I'll do it any
more for now.'

'You can always try again another day.' suggested Katy helpfully.

'Oh yes.' sighed Toby contentedly. 'I certainly can.'

A while later, as they were dressing to go down for breakfast, Katy looked
at her brother thoughtfully.

'Toby.' she said shyly.

'What's that, trouble?'

'Are we going to be better friends from now on? You've been much nicer to
me since we arrived here.'

'And you've been nicer to me too.' he said fondly. 'Yes little sister, I
think we're definitely going to be better friends.'

'Oh good.' exclaimed Katy and going over to him she gave him a big hug.

'Come on then trouble.' he chuckled, 'We'll be late for breakfast.'

Both Charles and Mary Adamson could not get over the change in the
relationship between their children. From barely tolerating one another,
they suddenly became bosom friends chatting happily, swapping jokes and
confidences and above all sharing everything.

'They're up to something.' said Mary worriedly to her husband.

'Nonsense.' he replied easily. 'It's simply that they're together in a
holiday atmosphere without their own circle of friends. Katy is growing up
and Toby has simply realised, at long last, that she's another worthwhile
human being. No longer is she solely a spoilt and tedious brat dedicated to
making his life a misery.'

'You're quite sure about that.' asked his wife doubtfully.

'You mark my words.' responded Charles. 'Now what would you like to do this
afternoon?'

That evening after dinner Charles and Mary Adamson relaxed in the bar,
while next door in the games room the children settled down to play `Ludo'.

'They aren't fighting.' whispered Mary. 'In fact there hasn't been a cross
word all day.'

'Nor there has.' agreed her husband lighting up his pipe and puffing on it
contentedly.

At about half past nine Mary decided that it was time for Katy to go to bed
and with some trepidation she went through to the games room to tell her
so.

'Oh Golly Mummy, can't I stay up just a bit longer?'

'Well, it is later than at home.'

'Yes, I suppose so.' admitted Katy grudgingly.

'I'll take her up and get her ready for bed if you'll come up a little
later Toby.'  said his mother.

'That's all right Mum. I'm quite tired anyway. Why don't you stay down with
Dad and I'll get Katy ready for bed.' offered Toby generously.

'Are you sure?' asked Mary uncertainly.

'Yes, of course. You're on holiday too, you know!'

'And you'll do as you're told Katy and not fight with your brother?'

'Yes Mummy.' was Katy's meek response. 'I don't mind if Toby gets me ready
for bed while we're here. After all, you have to do it for the rest of the
year.'

Mary looked at her children nonplussed for a few moments and they saw her
eyes fill with tears. Gathering them to her she hugged them both
fiercely. As they made their way upstairs Katy turned a troubled face to
her brother.

'Did we do something wrong just then?' she whispered. 'Mummy seemed upset'.

'No,' chuckled Toby, 'I think that we actually did something right for a
change.'

'I don't understand.'

'We haven't had a fight today, right?'

'No, we haven't.'

'And when was the last time that we had a day like that?'

'Oh dear!' Katy giggled. 'Have we ever?'

'Not that I can remember.' laughed Toby unlocking the door of their
bedroom. 'And then when Mum said that it was time for bed you didn't kick
up much of a fuss and none at all when I said that I'd get you ready.'

'Do you think that we give Mummy a hard time?' asked Katy.

'Yes, I think so, but we'll try to do better from now on, won't we?'

'Yes, lets.'

'I think I'm going to have a shower.' said Toby. 'I'm still sandy from the
beach this afternoon. Do you want one too or will you manage with the
basin?'

'Can I have one too?'

'Sure. Do you think you'll be able to manage?'

'I don't know.'

'I tell you what. We'll get in together and I'll control the water and then
you can get out and dry yourself while I have a wash.'

The pair undressed quickly and Toby frowned when Katy dropped her clothes
onto the floor.

'Oops.' she giggled when she saw the look on his face and picking them up,
she put them neatly in the wardrobe.

'You're learning.' laughed Toby.

They stood in the shower cubicle together and Toby regulated the water
temperature before splashing it over his sister from head to toe.

'Whee!' she cried. 'I like this!'

Turning off the water he took the soap and quickly lathered her up.

'Here.' he said, handing it to her. 'Do your rude bits and your face and
neck.'

Katy giggled and obediently did as she was told. Toby then rinsed her off,
pronounced her squeaky-clean and put her out onto the bath mat to towel
herself dry.

'That made a lovely change from a bath.' announced Katy as she rubbed
herself vigorously with her towel.

'I prefer showering if I have the chance.' observed Toby as he washed. 'Now
don't forget to dry the back of your neck and your ears.'

'Yes Toby.' agreed Katy meekly.

'Brr. Pass me a towel, there's a love.' asked Toby as he came out of the
shower. 'Thanks.'

Katy slipped into her nightdress and stood watching as he dried
himself. She giggled when he slipped back his foreskin and gently patted at
the head of his penis.

'Do you always do that?'

'Yes always. I wash under the skin to make sure I don't get smelly, so I
have to dry the head of it afterwards.'

'I see.'

'Come on, we'd better brush our teeth.'

Standing at the basin together the two of them cleaned their teeth.

'You know I've enjoyed myself.' said Katy as they went through into the
bedroom, 'It was more fun than getting ready for bed usually is.'

'Only because it was something new.' chuckled Toby. 'See if you still feel
like that at the end of the holiday.'

'I bet I will.' replied Katy as she got into bed. 'Now will you kiss me
good night the way that Mummy does?'

'Yes, all right.' sighed her brother and leaning over he kissed her softly
on both cheeks.

'Thank you. I love you Toby.'

'I love you too.' he said.

'Toby?'

'Uh huh?'

'Will you do something for me before you get into your bunk?'

'What?'

'Will you make your willy stick up again please?'

'Oh Katy!' scolded Toby. 'I shouldn't really.'

'Oh, please Toby.' she pleaded. 'It's such fun to watch.'

As Toby had fully intended to play with himself once he had settled down,
he did not in principle mind acquiescing to his sister's request.

'You're quite sure that you'll be able to manage to keep it a secret that I
let you watch?'  he asked.

'Yes of course.'

'And that's from everybody. Even from Belinda. Especially from Belinda in
fact.'

Belinda was Katy's closest friend and Toby knew that they told each other
everything.

'She says that she doesn't approve of that sort of thing,' sniffed Katy,
'So I don't tell her. Even when Richard does it for me.'

'Well, all right then.'

Toby slowly drew back his foreskin and began to trace round the head of his
penis with his forefinger.

'Ooh, you're doing it a different way.' breathed Katy, entranced.

To prolong the event for as long as possible Toby deliberately kept the
friction of his finger light and tried to resist the urge that he could
feel building in his loins.

'It's starting to grow.' whispered Katy.

Toby nodded and slowly, inexorably, his phallus thickened, increased in
length and began to arch upwards.

'It's amazing.' giggled Katy. 'I never get tired of watching. Will you rub
it now?'

'Just for a bit.' agreed Toby and began to masturbate sensuously.

'How does it feel?' enquired Katy.

'Really good.' murmured Toby.

'Are you pleased I told you about rubbing it?'

'Oh yes, very pleased indeed.' replied Toby, doing his best to keep a
straight face. In daring mood he continued to caress himself until he was
right on the brink of an orgasm.  Indeed he was almost too late to stop his
ejaculation and when he took his hand away from his penis, right at the
last moment, it began to jerk and twitch wildly.

'Oh Toby! What's happening to it?' cried Katy in horror.

'I think I must have rubbed it for a little too long.' was the wry answer.

'I've never seen Richard's go up and down like that.'

'Don't worry Katy. Look, it's stopped now.

'So it has. Thank goodness for that.'

'I guess I'd better get to bed.' said Toby and climbing the ladder he got
into his bunk.

'Good night Toby. See you in the morning.'

'Sweet dreams Katy.'

Feeling about beneath his pillow Toby realised that he had forgotten to
take any tissues to bed with him. He cursed silently. Aching for release he
lay for a few moments wondering if he should make some excuse to return to
the bathroom and bring himself off there. Then it suddenly occurred to him
that he really had no problem. As his mother was neither responsible for
making his bed nor changing his sheets, he decided that he could allow
himself the rare pleasure of ejaculating onto the bedclothes. After all, he
reasoned to himself, the maid will just think that I have wet
dreams. Rolling onto his left side near the edge of the mattress he made
himself comfortable and taking himself in hand once again he quickly
induced a shattering climax. The pleasure was so intense that it made him
gasp.

'Toby!' came Katy's voice from below. 'I heard that. You're playing with
your willy again and you've made it hurt.'

'Yes Katy, I did play with it a bit more, but it's all right. Honestly.'

'You're a naughty boy.' she scolded. 'Now leave it alone.'

'OK' agreed Toby meekly. 'I promise I won't touch it again tonight.'

'Good. Perhaps if you give it a nice rest you might be able to do it some
more tomorrow.'

'I hope so.' chuckled Toby. ''Night-night Katy.'

He turned out the light and within seconds they were both asleep.

Katy's interest in her elder brother's genitals was obviously somewhat
addictive. The following morning he awoke to find her perched on the ladder
leading to his bunk.

'Good morning.' he yawned. 'Did you sleep well?'

'Yes thank you. I thought it was time you woke up. I've been reading my
book for ages.'

'What are you doing on the ladder?'

'I came to make sure that you weren't fibbing to me yesterday.'

'Fibbing to you?'

'Yes. Do you need to spend a penny?'

'Mmm, yes, I do rather. Why?'

Katy caught hold of the bedclothes and pulled them back.

'Oh, you weren't fibbing,' she giggled, 'Your willy does stick up when you
want to go to the bathroom.'

'Not always. Only first thing in the morning.'

'Why does it do that?'

'Search me.'

'Does it happen to all boys do you think?'

'I don't know. I suppose so. It happens to Andrew, I know that.'

'Really?' asked Katy, a gleam of interest in her eye.

'Uh huh.'

'Have you ever seen Andrew's willy?'

"Well ....' said Toby.

'You have, haven't you' interrupted Katy. 'You're rude like me.'

'Andrew and I shower together after games at school.' responded Toby
loftily.

'Oh.' Katy looked disappointed. Toby laughed and took pity on her.

'What you really wanted to know was whether I'd seen Andrew's willy when it
was big and sticking up, didn't you?'

'Mmm.' nodded his sister, grinning from ear to ear.  ' Yes, I have as a
matter of fact. And yes, he's seen mine too. And yes, we've watched each
other while we've made them go big and hard and we've even touched each
other there too.  Satisfied?'

'Gollee.' whispered Katy.

'Oh, I almost forgot.' added Toby. 'They look quite a lot alike, except
that the fold of skin on mine is a bit shorter than Andrew's and the head
of mine is rounder and slightly darker in colour.'

'Coo.' said Katy.

'Anything else?' enquired Toby.

'Yes.' said Katy.

'I don't believe it!'

'Have you ever seen Natasha's wee wee hole?'

'Katy!' cried Toby.

'Well, have you?'

'Not the way I've seen yours, but I saw her once without any clothes on.'

'Really?' squeaked Katy delightedly. 'Tell me about it.'

'O.K.' said Toby and did so.

'I wonder when I'll have a triangle of hair.' mused Katy afterwards.

'I'm not sure. Why don't you ask Belinda? She's got two older sisters, so
she'll know.'

'What a good idea.' agreed Katy. 'I'll do it as soon as I get home.'

'Fine.' said Toby. 'But please don't say that I suggested it.'

'No, of course not silly.'

'Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go to the bathroom.'

'Yes, of course.' replied Katy and descended to the ground. Toby patted her
affectionately on the head as he passed by.

'You are funny.' he chuckled.

'Am I?'

'Yes. Mum and Dad have always said that I'm insatiably curious, but do you
know I think you're even worse!'

'Is that bad?

'Well, there's a saying that curiosity killed the cat.'

'I've heard that before.' sighed Katy.

'I dare say. So have I as a matter of fact. Do you know what I say?'

'No, what?'

So what? I'm not a cat!'

Katy subsided into fits of giggles and her brother went into the bathroom.


The rest of the holiday passed by in a flash and the sudden friendship that
had blossomed between Toby and his little sister at its beginning continued
on. In time it was to deepen into a bond of love and mutual respect that
would endure for the rest of their lives.

Summer holidays were over all too soon for Toby's liking and once more it
was back to King Henry's College for Autumn Term and a new school year. As
members of the Third Form, both Toby and Andrew enjoyed their somewhat
elevated status, for this was the senior Middle School year. In consequence
they felt themselves to be a distinct cut above the new Second Formers,
fresh up from Lower School.

It was much to Mary Adamson's delight that Toby and Katy had remained the
best of friends even after their return from Jersey. Inevitably, once they
were back at their separate schools their paths once more
diverged. Nonetheless they continued to get on well with one another at
home and the constant bickering that used to mar the tranquillity of the
Adamson household became a thing of the past.

Somewhat to Toby's relief, the sexual interest that his sister had taken in
him during their holiday waned once they returned home to separate bedrooms
and bed times. It was not until some weeks into the new term that the
subject was brought up again. One night as Toby was standing at the basin
in the bathroom brushing his teeth after a bath, the door opened quietly
and Katy sidled in.

'Aren't you supposed to be asleep?' enquired Toby, putting his toothbrush
back into the rack.

'Ssh!' she whispered, holding her finger to her lips. 'Yes, but I've got
something to tell you that I thought you'd like to know.'

'Why didn't you tell me earlier on?'

'Because you always seemed to be where Mummy and Daddy were and it's not
something I could say in front of them.'

'Ah.' chuckled Toby, looking at her through narrowed eyes. 'In that case
I'll bet my bottom dollar that it must be something rude.'

'Uh huh.' nodded Katy, looking inordinately pleased with herself.

'Go on then.'

'Christopher Brown showed me his willy today.'

'Did he? I thought your favourite was Richard Carter.'

'Oh that was last year.' said Katy disparagingly. 'He's keen on Susie
Taylor now, so I don't bother with him any more.'

'He shows a distinct lack of taste if you ask me.' observed Toby, who had
met Susie Taylor at Katy's last birthday party. A very plain girl.

'Pardon?'

'What I mean is that I think you're much prettier than Susie Taylor.'
explained Toby.

'Oh thank you Toby.' simpered his sister.

'I shouldn't have said that. It'll make you big headed.'

'No, of course it won't.' responded Katy briskly. 'And anyway, it's true.'

'Modesty always was your strong suit.' said her brother with a grin.

"What?'

'Oh, forget it.' sighed Toby as his gentle sarcasm went straight over
Katy's head.'

'Anyway.' said she, importantly. 'Getting back to Christopher's willy. It's
different.'

'Different?'

'Very different from Richard's and Robert's. You can see the head at the
end of it all the time. Even when it's little.'

'He's circumcised.' said Toby automatically.

'Sorry?'

'I guess I'd better explain.' replied Toby and did so.

'Gollee!' exclaimed Katy as the significance of his explanation sank in. 'I
think that's awful.'

'Oh, I don't know.' responded Toby easily. 'I used to reckon that, but I
don't any more.  After all I don't think you feel it when you're a baby and
to tell the truth I've decided that a willy looks prettier when you can see
the head than when you can't. I don't very much like the look of all that
skin bunched up at the end. Do you?'

'I do like to see the head.' admitted Katy. 'Actually it was why I asked
Christopher if I could see his willy, because Sally Hart told me his was
different from everybody else she had seen.'

'Honestly!' laughed Toby. 'What a rude crowd you are. We never went round
peeking inside each other's pants the way you seem to.'

'Didn't you?' asked Katy. 'I wonder why not?'

Toby hooted with laughter at the thoughtful expression on her face.

'Katy, you are wonderful sometimes. So did you enjoy looking at
Christopher's willy?'

'Yes thank you. Although to tell the truth I was a bit disappointed.'

'Why was that?'

'I suppose it was after seeing yours so much when we were on holiday. His
is awfully tiny beside it.'

'He is a bit younger than I am.'

'Yes, that's true. He isn't ten yet.'

'Well there you are then.'

'It does look a lot better when he makes it stick up.' conceded Katy.

'He did that for you too did he?'

'Oh yes. I didn't even have to ask him either. I think he must be used to
doing it for Sally.'

'What did he do to make it stick up?' asked Toby, interested despite
himself.

'He rubbed it in almost exactly the same way that you do as a matter of
fact. Oh, and he can make his jerk up and down too.'

'Really?'

'Yes. He said that he only learnt how to do it during the holidays. I'm the
first girl who's ever watched him do it, or so he said. He's made me
promise not to tell anybody that he does it though.'

'But you're telling me!'

'Oh, you're not anybody. You're my brother. Anyway, because you can do it
too I didn't think it would matter if I told you.'

'I suppose not,' responded Toby dubiously, 'But I hope that you haven't
told Christopher that I can do it as well.'

'No. That's a different sort of secret because you're older. But anyway,
the main reason for telling you is because when Christopher's willy begins
to go up and down he doesn't stop rubbing it like you do.'

'No?'

'No. He keeps on going and it jerks up and down for a lot longer than
yours. He says that it feels simply wonderful. He made funny noises and
screwed up his face the whole time it was doing it.'

'Well I never!' laughed Toby, realising that at only nine years of age
Katy's friend had apparently learnt how to make himself come.

'Oh goody, your willy is starting to stick up.' giggled Katy. 'Will you try
rubbing it the same way that Christopher does?'

'Um ....' said Toby, his mind racing. He knew full well that to ejaculate
in front of her would result in his having to tell her about the facts of
life. This was a project he had yet to feel equal to. 'I'd like to Katy,
but actually .... er .... the head's feeling a little sore tonight. Perhaps
another night.'

'Oh, what a shame.' sighed Katy sadly.

'Never mind. I'm sure you'll be able to get Christopher to do it for you
again.'

'Oh yes.' agreed Katy. 'He's going to do it again tomorrow.'

'That's OK then.' laughed Toby. 'Thanks for telling me about it anyway.'

'I thought you'd be interested. Be sure to try it when you're not feeling
sore, won't you.'

'Yes, of course. Come on, it's time you were in bed before Mummy catches
you.'

Reaching up on tip toe Katy gave her brother a kiss and left the room as
quietly as she had arrived. Just a few minutes later Toby gave a groan of
ecstasy as he followed her advice and made himself come.

'Oh Katy,' he chuckled to himself, 'One day I absolutely explain to you
what it's really all about.'

As they were travelling to school together the following morning Toby
decided to tell Andrew about Katy's visit the previous evening.

'You'll never guess what happened to me last night.' he chuckled.

'What was that?'

'Katy tried to teach me how to masturbate.'

'You're kidding.'

'No, honestly? That's hilarious.'

He explained what had taken place.

'That really is terribly funny!' exclaimed Andrew. 'I don't know how you
could manage to keep a straight face.'

'It was difficult, I have to admit. I'm a bit worried now though because I
think I'm going to have trouble with her.'

'What sort of trouble?'

'Well, since we got back from Jersey she's pretty much left me alone, but
now that she's seen Christopher make himself come I've got the feeling that
she won't leave me alone 'til she sees me do the same.'

'So? You wouldn't mind coming in front of her would you? After all, you can
control yourself much better than I ever can. There have been times when
the only reason that I knew that you were coming was because the sperm was
shooting out.'

This was something of a joke between the two of them, because Andrew always
maintained that he enjoyed his orgasm much more if he let himself go
completely. As a result, his climaxes were usually rather spectacular as he
writhed about violently, moaning and whimpering with pleasure.

'No, I wouldn't really mind,' admitted Toby, 'But you put your finger on
the problem when you mentioned the sperm. You see I don't think that Katy
knows the facts of life and I'm not sure I'm up to telling her yet.'

'Aah, I see.' nodded Andrew and subsided into a thoughtful silence. 'I tell
you what.' he said suddenly. 'You could always fake it.'

'Fake it?' repeated Toby, puzzled.

'Yes, fake your climax.'

'However am I supposed to do that?'

'Oh, easily. Come on, we'll go to the toilet and I'll show you how.'

Once locked into the tiny compartment Andrew pulled down his trousers and
underpants to reveal a firm erection. Evidently the conversation had been
very much to his taste. Peeling back his foreskin with his left hand he
formed a circle with the thumb and forefinger of his right and began to
masturbate slowly. After a while he gave a little gasp and released his
penis, which jerked up and down regularly.

'Oh Katy ....' he moaned, contorting his face in mock ecstasy. 'It feels
absolutely wonderful.'

Taking himself in his hand again Andrew continued to rub slowly. Toby could
clearly see the twitching movements continuing.

'Aah, . . . . oh, . . . . .oooh, . . . . . . . . . .mmmmmmmmm!' groaned
Andrew.

"How are you stopping yourself from shooting?' asked a mystified Toby,
entirely taken in by the performance.

Andrew laughed and stopped rubbing himself.

'I'm only pretending to come.' he explained.

'But your peen was jerking up and down just like it does when you climax.'

'Like this.' said Andrew and sure enough, as Toby watched, his best
friend's penis began to move up and down regularly.

'How are you doing it?'

'It's simple. Haven't you ever done it?'

'No, never.'

'Well, have you ever tried to stop your pee when it's coming out?

'Oh yes.' Toby nodded.

'Do you know what muscles you use to do that?'

'Not exactly. Just some down there.' he said, pointing downwards vaguely.

'But you know what it feels like to use them.' said Andrew.

'I think so.' replied Toby, looking slightly doubtful.

'Take down your trousers and pants.' instructed Andrew and Toby did as he
was told.

'Oh excellent. Your peen is hard already too. That'll save some time.'
observed his friend.  'Now concentrate on moving the muscles that we were
just talking about.'

'OK' agreed Toby and as he did so he was amazed to see his erect shaft move
upwards and then downwards as he tightened and relaxed.

'See, it's easy.' chuckled Andrew.

'So it is.' agreed Toby and repeated the action.

'Keep doing it and you'll look as if you're coming.'

'How funny! You're quite right.'

Toby's penis jerked up and down regularly as he flexed his pubococcygeus
muscle.

'All you have to do is add a bit of acting and she'll think it's the real
thing.'

'What a riot.' laughed Toby, 'It'll certainly get me off the hook. Thanks
very much for the suggestion.'

'You're welcome.' chuckled Andrew. 'Now come on, as Katy's not here let's
go the whole way.'

Reaching into his jacket pocket he produced his tiny bottle of baby oil and
they both put a little on themselves.

'Sooo good.' sighed Toby happily as he began to stimulate himself
regularly.

'Hey, wait for me!' laughed his friend.

'You'd better get a move on.' observed Toby. 'I think I felt the train
beginning to slow down.'

'OK' panted Andrew. 'The last one to come's a sissy!'

'Nnnh!' groaned Toby, moving over to the handbasin and beginning to
ejaculate. 'Sissy!'


For several nights in a row Toby practised his little act before the mirror
in his bedroom and was quite pleased by the standard of his
performance. More than a week passed by and he was just thinking that he
would never actually have to call on his talents when one night, quite out
of the blue, Katy sought him out after his bath.

'Hello trouble.' he said. 'What can I do for you?'

'Oh, nothing really.' replied Katy casually. 'I just thought I'd ask if the
head of your willy was better.'

'Yes, it's fine now thank you.'

'Er .... did you ever try rubbing it while it was jerking up and down the
way Christopher does his?' asked Katy.

'Yes, I did as a matter of fact.'

'And did you like the way it felt?'

'Uh huh.' replied Toby noncommittally.

'Christopher let me watch him do it again today.'

'Did he?'

'Yes. You know he goes ever so funny when he gets the wonderful feelings.'

'Does he?'

'Mmm. It's lovely to see, because he looks as if he's enjoying it so
much. Are the feelings wonderful for you too?'

Toby nodded and despite his attempts to stop it, his penis began to go
hard.

'Will you rub it for me tonight?' asked Katy hopefully.

'Oh Katy. I'm sure I shouldn't. It makes me go really strange when I get
the special feelings.'

'Christopher's whole body sort of trembles and he kind of waggles his
bottom while he gets them.'  said Katy. 'Do you do that?'

'I'm afraid so.' admitted Toby, making a mental note to add the movements
to his repertoire.

'I won't mind seeing you like that.'

'Well, as long as you're sure.'

Toby masturbated for his sister and at the moment of his supposed orgasm
turned in a highly creditable performance.

'Gollee!' gasped Katy, her mouth falling open. 'I think you enjoy it even
more than Christopher does.'

'It was very nice indeed.' conceded Toby.

'You're still glad I told you about it.'

'Yes thank you. I'm very glad actually. Now get off to bed before you get
into trouble.'

Katy left her brother to have a real climax and would no doubt have been
extremely impressed, had she observed his total loss of self control as he
was quickly overwhelmed by sensations of blinding ecstasy. His semen
reached clear across the bath and landed in glistening streams on the tiles
beyond.

Having satisfied Katy's curiosity, Toby was pleased to find that she only
occasionally asked for a repeat performance. Each time she requested it, he
was at pains to point out that he was not particularly keen to oblige. In
contrast, it seemed that Christopher was always delighted to perform for
her and after a while she obviously decided that it was easier to ask him
instead.

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