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 Jason and Jennifer Naked In School By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   MONDAY

   Chapter One - Jason

   Oh my God.  I knew it would get around to me eventually, but it was
still a huge shock when my turn came.

   I'd overslept and was running a bit late for my first period English
class.  I was trying not to be tardy, and wasn't paying much attention to
anything else, so I jumped a bit when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I
turned and saw the hand belonged to Mr.  Jackson, the vice-principal.

   "Mr.  Fields," he said, and nodded a good morning to me.  "Care to join
me in Miss Pomeroy's office?" It wasn't so much a request as it was an
order, and who was I to say 'no' anyway?

   I've always been a good kid.  Decent grades, plenty of school
activities, never really been in trouble, so it was a mystery to me why I
was being herded into the principal's office first thing on a Monday
morning.

   In retrospect, I should have seen it coming.

   "Good morning, Jason." Miss Pomeroy sat behind her desk, a small smile
on her face.  She handed me a pamphlet and pointed me toward a chair.  I
sat and waited for an explanation, but nothing was said, so I took some
time and looked at the small booklet she had given me.

   Shit.

   I was in The Program.

   That's not the full name, of course.  Officially, I was now involved in
The Naked In School Program, but everyone just calls it The Program. 
People even say it with capital letters.

   I think the whole thing started a few years ago in a school out east,
which is weird when you think about it, right?  If you were a school
administrator, and you were going to have your students running around
naked for a week, wouldn't you do it somewhere warmer than North Carolina?
I would, but nobody asked me.  Maybe when the program was started it was
only in the fall or spring, and not winter.

   Whatever.  We do it year-round here at Kennedy Preparatory Academy (go
Eagles!), but at least it stays warm here during the winter.  Or more
specifically November, which is when it is now.

   I didn't read much of the pamphlet.  Everyone knew what The Program was
all about anyway, so I figure there's no point in dragging out the
suspense.

   "I suppose you want me naked?" I asked, sighing a little.  Miss Pomeroy
smiled and nodded.  She seemed to be holding back a little giggle, although
I couldn't figure out what I'd said that was so damn funny.

   "Well, if you mean that you are required to remove your clothing in
accordance with the guidelines laid out in the pamphlet, then yes I do. 
Whether or not I want you that way," she continued, stressing 'want' and
making is sound kind of slutty, "is another story." She grinned.

   I shook my head and nodded, more than a little embarrassed, and began
taking off my clothes.  It was going to be a little weird, what with people
groping me in the halls, that much I knew from some friends who had already
been in The Program, but nothing I couldn't handle.

   I was most worried about getting an erection at an inopportune moment,
even though no one seemed to mind all the guys walking around school like
that, least of all the girls.  I think maybe kids are more mature than
adults give us credit for.  Or maybe we're all just enjoying the free peep
show too much to say anything about it.

   Miss Pomeroy put a box on her desk, and told me that I would be able to
pick up my stuff after school, but for the rest of the week I would need to
remove my clothing before I entered the school building.  I knew this
already, of course.  We've been doing The Program since the start of the
school year, but I suppose she has her little speech all memorized, and
there's probably a law about what she has to tell each participant.

   "There is a special box near the front entryway which you will use to
store your clothing and any personal items," she continued, and it sure
sounded like a prepared speech.  "This box will remain locked during
school, and will only be opened for you as you leave at the conclusion of
the day.  Any off-campus activities you may have are to be considered a
part of your education, and nudity will be mandatory.  Do you have any
questions?"

   I couldn't think of any.  I was still in a little bit of shock, to be
honest.  My dad and step-mom are pretty strict.  Actually, my dad's okay,
but my step-mom makes most bible-thumping, shotgun-packing, backwoods
militiaman seem liberal by comparison.  I was kind of surprised she hadn't
gotten my step-sister and I on the do-not-participate list.  I'd expected
some sort of protest from her, at the very least.

   "I have a question, I guess.  Does this mean I'll have to perform at the
choir concert this week in the nude?" I was in the senior choir, and our
big fall concert was this Thursday.  If I was going to have to sing in
front of everyone totally naked, this week might not be that cool.  To my
horror, Miss Pomeroy nodded, although she seemed a little sad at my shocked
expression.  What was she thinking, that I'd be adjusted to it already?

   What was my family going to think about this?

   My step-sister Jennifer was in the choir, and I just knew there would be
hissy fits about this at home!  Don't get me wrong, we get along pretty
well for step-siblings.  Our parents married when we were only seven, so
since we're both seniors this year we've had a lot of time to get used to
living together, but there has always been some friction between us.  I
sighed.  Just what I needed.  Something else for her to hassle me about.

   "Actually," I spoke, "I do have one other question.  Aren't I supposed
to have a partner?" For the first month of the school year, only guys went
naked.  Then in October, it was only the girls.  Beginning earlier in
November, two students from each class, one male and one female, had been
paired together.

   Suddenly I was looking forward to having someone to lean on for support.
As long as she was cute, anyway.  The first month of the year, there was
this fat kid, Jamie Jenkins, and no one wanted to be close to him!  Talk
about blubber boy.  Nice kid and all, but I think maybe he missed the
personal hygiene lessons in grade school.  As long as my partner didn't
look anything like him, I'd get by.

   Miss Pomeroy looked at the wall clock behind me and frowned.  "Yes, it
is a bit curious.  Robert?" she called, and Mr.  Jackson came in from the
reception area.  "Could you please see where our other participant is?"

   As he was turning to go, there was a knock on the door.  Apparently the
other senior, whoever she was, was running even later than I was.  Even
when the vice-principal opened the door, my view was blocked and I couldn't
see who it was, but Miss Pomeroy waved towards the door, ushering whomever
it was to sit.

   Suddenly my day got a whole lot worse.

   I gulped as my partner sat next to me, a shocked expression on her face.

   "Hi Jennifer."

   Chapter Two - Jennifer

   "Hi Jason.  Why are you naked in...  oh my God." What the heck?  I
hadn't had any idea why I'd been pulled out of band and into the
principal's office, but judging by the horrified look on Jason's face, I
knew it couldn't be good.  The fact that he was sitting there naked was a
pretty good clue what was going on.

   As soon as I saw the two naked people on the front of the brochure Miss
Pomeroy handed me, I knew what was going on started to blush.

   And then I started to get nervous.

   Jason was going to see me naked.  I wanted to shout for joy, but then I
wanted to cry.  See, the thing of it is, I've had a crush on my
step-brother ever since my mom married his dad.  That was about ten years
ago, and I know I've acted like a foolish little girl around Jason, even
though I'm technically older, by three months

   He's never treated me as anything but a sister, and I knew he would be
horrified if he knew how many nights I've gone to bed thinking of him
touching me.  My favorite sexual fantasy is about him, so it's no wonder
why I was blushing at the thought of us spending the week together naked in
school.  He'd always gotten me wet, he was such a hottie.

   I could feel my nipples start to crinkle at the thought of him looking
at my body.  I hoped he'd get hard looking at me.  I'd always wanted to see
his dick, and knew that I'd have lots of chances this week.  What if he
felt the same way about me?  I felt my pussy get a little more squishy at
the idea.

   "What?" I knew someone had said something, but wasn't sure what.  I
received a stern look from the principal, who I noticed was holding out a
cardboard box to me.  I took it, but wasn't sure what I was supposed to do
with it.

   "Uh...  thanks.  What's this for?" I asked.  Miss Pomeroy gave me
another glare, along with an exasperated sigh.  Hey, what's she expect? 
She sticks me in a room with my step-brother, whose bones I've wanted to
jump for years, and she doesn't think I might get a little distracted? 
Please!

   "Your clothes, Miss Rose, will go in the box.  You may get them at the
end of school." She continued with a brief outline of the program, which I
zoned out, trying to steal quick glances at Jason's crotch.  He was holding
his hands in his lap, damn him, hiding the most important bits and pieces
from my view.  I felt kind of bad for him, he looked so miserable.

   "What about our parents?" Jason suddenly asked.  I felt a chill go
through me as he said it.  I hadn't even thought about our family.  What
would they think?  My mom, as much as I hate to admit it, is a bit of a
fuddy-duddy.  She's nice and all that, but really is a stick in the mud

   There was no way she would approve of this.  She'd threatened to have us
transfered out of the district when she heard about The Program, but my
step-dad talked her out of it.  I turned to the principal, waiting to hear
what she had to say.

   "Your parents received the information packet, as did every family, at
the beginning of the fall term.  It was well within their rights to place
you on the list of students who will not participate, but they did not. 
Therefore, you begin your week immediately." Miss Pomeroy looked at me
expectantly.  What did she want?

   I realized I was still clothed, and quickly started taking off my blouse
and skirt.  I tried to look out of the corner of my eye to see if Jason was
watching me, but he seemed to have found something incredibly interesting
to look at on the opposite wall.  Shrugging my shoulders, I reached around,
unfastening the clasp of my bra, and sighed as my boobs popped free.

   As they bobbed there, I saw Jason glance up at me.  By accident?  I
don't know, but I thought I heard a little gasp.  I admit it, I have big
boobs.  Everyone is always looking at them, and I knew this week would be
no different.  I wear these industrial strength sports bras for extra
support, even when I'm not playing volleyball, so I don't know if Jason
realized how big my boobs were until today.

   He sure knew now!

   Laughing to myself, I quickly stripped off my panties, leaving me
clothed only in my socks and shoes.  I noticed Jason was still wearing his
sneakers, and figured footwear must be okay.

   Quickly sitting back in my chair, so as not to be obvious about giving
Jason a free show, I turned back to the principal, and handed her my box of
clothes.

   Miss Pomeroy finished her lecture about The Program, and suddenly we
were done.  I got a hall pass back to band, and Jason told the principal
he'd need one for English.  I was going to wait around for him, but Jason
seemed to have a lot of rearranging to do with his book bag, so I took off
for class.

   Chapter Three - Jason

   I was so fucking embarrassed it hurt.  I was glad I was sitting down,
because the second Jennifer took off her clothes, I was hard as a rock.  I
tried to cover myself up, but I think I saw her peeking at me, although I
don't know how much she could have seen.

   And even after we were ready to go back to class, it was as if she was
hanging around, just to get an eyeful of my cock.

   Pretty embarrassing, if you ask me.

   I got to English right near the end of class, much to the delight of
everyone still fully clothed.  Mr.  Munroe took a quick glance at me,
smirked a little, and told me to take my seat.  I groaned as I looked
around the room, trying to find a spot.  The only open chair was next to
Brenda.

   Shit!

   "Hey, stud!  Come sit by me," she called out, giving everyone a big
chuckle.  I shuffled over to the chair and sat down, trying to hide myself
as best I could.

   "Mr.  Munroe," I heard from the back of the room.  Tiffany Meyers, a
real busybody, had her hand up in the air and was waving it around, trying
to get our teacher's attention.  "Jason's covering himself up.  He's not
supposed to do that, is he?" I blushed, sitting up straight in my chair,
putting both hands on the desktop, trying to act innocent.

   One of the rules of The Program was that I wasn't allowed to cover
myself.  Not with my hands, or a book bag, or anything.  I was to be
completely available to all students and faculty.  It was supposed to make
me more comfortable with my body and sexuality, but I think too often it
was a chance for people to gape at someone.

   Mr.  Munroe looked up from the podium.  We were discussing Shakespeare's
sonnets, and half the class was asleep.  Unfortunately the other half
seemed quite interested in my dick.

   "Ah, yes indeed.  I do believe you're correct Tiffany.  Very good.  Gold
star."

   Gold star?  Mr.  Munroe was getting old, but giving out gold stars?  We
weren't in grade school any more!

   "Why don't you have him stand in front of the class?" suggested Brenda.
Bitch!  We'd gone out for a couple weeks a few years ago, before I realized
what a heinous beast she was.  Cock tease is too nice a phrase to describe
her.  Festering pile of demon seed is closer to the truth.

   "Why don't we?  We shall!  We shall indeed.  Jason, why don't you come
up to the front of the classroom?" I groaned inwardly.  For some reason,
perhaps her large tits and sweet ass, Brenda had Mr.  Munroe wrapped around
her little finger.  I know that's why half the guys in school had asked her
out, myself included.  It's just that I'd learned the error of my ways, and
tried not to give her the time of day now that I was enlightened.

   Knowing I had little choice, I stood and walked forward, my cock bobbing
along in front of me.

   "Oh!  It's so cute!" Brenda whispered to Tiffany, loudly enough for the
entire class to hear.  I shot little daggers at her with my eyes, but she
wasn't looking at my face, that's for sure.  I'm positive my blush had
spread from my face to my entire body, but I looked straight ahead, not
wanting to risk looking anyone in the eye.  I tried willing the blood out
of my cock and into a more useful part of the body, but it was to no avail.

   "Can I touch it?" I whipped my head around, trying to see who had asked.
Mindy Glenn had her hand up, and I saw a few others look up from their
Shakespeare-induced stupor and for once act interested in English class. 
This was not good!

   I tried to stop it before this went any further, thinking Mr.  Munroe
would be thankful.

   "I'm not sure what that has to do with English," I started, but was cut
off by a chorus of shouting from the class.

   "I think that would be a fine idea," said a distracted-sounding Mr. 
Munroe.  I looked back at his desk, and he appeared to be about to fall
asleep.  I wondered if he'd even heard the question.

   Getting all the go-ahead she needed, Mindy quickly walked down the aisle
until she was standing beside me.  Reaching out her hand, she brushed
against the head of my cock, causing it to bounce up and down.  Laughing
softly, she did it again.

   "Is this okay?" she asked, her face a mask of excitement.  "I've never
seen one like this before.  Not...  not as hard...  as you are." She
blushed bright crimson with the admission.

   Mindy was a pretty girl, straight blond hair and deep blue eyes.  She
was a brilliant student, and because of that had skipped two grades.  I
knew she didn't have too many friends in our class.  That's what happens I
suppose, since she was younger than the rest of our classmates.  We weren't
close, but I tried to be nice to her.

   "You can...  you can grab it, if you want," I told her, then gasped when
she did just that.

   "Too tight?" she asked, quickly releasing my shaft.  "Sorry."

   "It's fine," I managed to get out.  "Just try not to dig in with your
fingernails.  I'm pretty sensitive." She nodded seriously, her wide eyes
staring at my stiff cock.  I had been hard for quite a while now, and was
craving release.  She reached out again, more tentatively this time, and
softly wrapped her fingers around my erection.  I sighed at the contact.

   Assured by my reaction, Mindy started a pumping motion on my shaft,
bringing me closer to orgasm.  She had a steely expression on her face, her
pink tongue parting her lips in concentration.  Suddenly the bell rang, and
Mindy jumped back, startled by the noise, and released my prick from her
fist.

   "Okay class," said Mr.  Munroe, having ignored the little spectacle we
had been making.  "Read sonnets twenty through thirty for class tomorrow.
Have a good day."

   Before I had a chance to say anything, most of the class was rushing
past me to the door.  Mindy gave me a shy wave goodbye before joining the
river of students rushing through the hall.  Making my way back to the
desk, I nearly ran into Brenda.

   Grabbing my cock before I had a chance to say anything, Brenda began
jacking my cock up and down, and I felt myself again nearing release.  As
my prick swelled, near its bursting point, I began thrusting my hips into
her fist.  To my dismay, Brenda dropped my shaft and spun around.

   "Sorry," she said.  She was clearly anything but sorry, judging by the
smirk on her face.  "I hate to leave you...  in your condition, but I have
to get to class." Laughing, Brenda practically skipped out of the room.

   I wanted to shout in frustration, but knowing I didn't want to be late
for another class, I grabbed my books and headed for the door.

   Hopefully Jennifer was having a better time than I was.

   Chapter Four - Jennifer

   If you've never had to play clarinet while marching outside in a cold
rain, I don't recommend it.  When I saw the weather outside, I figured I'd
be able to put on something other than my shoes!  I mean, a raincoat is
protective, isn't it?  It says right in the pamphlet that I'm allowed
protective covering.

   "I'm sorry, Jennifer," said Mr.  Bergerud.  He's the school's band
director, in addition to being the choir director.  Basically, he is the
music department.  "You're allowed protective covering, but only if you
feel you may be physically harmed." He looked at me, and I fought to keep
my hands by my sides.  "You're very beautiful, and it's not too bad
outside. Do you honestly feel in danger?"

   Not by the rain I didn't, but the way he kept staring at my butt, I
thought maybe my ass was in danger.  I like Mr.  B.  a lot.  He's a great
teacher, but some of the things I hear about him?  Chains and whips and
bondage gear, weird kinky stuff like that.  It's always seemed a little
freaky, know what I mean?  So just the thought of him wanting to violate my
back door got me feeling a little queasy.  I wondered how he ever got a job
teaching high school kids.

   "I suppose I don't feel like I'm in any danger," I finally said.

   "Good girl!" he practically shouted.  He slapped my butt as I walked
past him out the door.  I wasn't sure, but it felt seriously inappropriate
how long he fondled me.  I think he even gave me a little squeeze. 
Pervert. But I didn't want to rock the boat or anything, so I ran out to
the football field and joined the rest of the clarinets.

   So yeah, band sucked.  It was windy, and wet, and I was miserable.  I
knew I was going to get sick over this, and that would really blow, because
this week was so important.  I'm on the volleyball team, I play outside
hitter, and I have to admit, we're really good.  The Kennedy Eagles (that's
us) are ranked number three in the state.  Only the West High Cadettes and
Newport Bulldogs are ranked ahead of us, and the Bulldogs already lost in
the state quarter-finals.

   Our next game is against the team that beat them, the Rock Island
Fighting Cougars, but they're in our conference, and we beat them the only
time we played them this year.  It was a five setter, but we won 15-8,
12-15, 15-3, 16-18 and then demolished them in the final game by a score of
15-1.  It was close, but we made some stupid mistakes early in the match,
but we bounced back.  Plus, that was early in the year, and we're playing
lots better now.

   So if I'm sick for that match, I'll be really pissed.

   As the period went on, I kind of found myself enjoying being naked
outside.  I'm not an exhibitionist, but I know I have a good body, and if
the looks I was getting from most of the trumpet section were any
indication, my boobs and ass were big hits.

   One kid, a freshman named Johnny Randolph, almost caused a big pileup
when he ran into one of the bass drums.  Johnny is a scrawny kid, and
doesn't look like a girl had ever given him a second look, so he was
totally bug-eyed!  He was so intent on getting a good look at me that he
forgot to turn left on a pinwheel turn, and rammed his trombone through the
bass drum head.  It was pretty funny, but I felt bad for the guy when he
got yelled at in front of everybody.

   It's not his fault I'm so attractive, right?  Just kidding.  Still, I
kind of felt responsible.

   After band I went up to him.  Everybody else was ignoring him like he
was some kind of leper, so we were alone.  It was kind of funny how his
eyes went really wide when he saw me, and I suppose I must have been quite
the sight.  My hair was all wet and tangled from the rain and wind, and my
body was still slick.  He didn't know where to look.

   "Hey Johnny," I said as I brushed against him.  I'm kind of a flirt, I
admit it, but I did say I felt bad for the kid, right?  Why not give him a
thrill.

   "Uh...  hey...  Jenny," he finally squeaked out.  I'd talked to him
before, and I knew that his voice was an octave higher than normal. 
"What's up?"

   "Oh nothing much.  I have to dry off after being out in the rain like
this.  Naked." It was so cute how he blushed when I pointed out I wasn't
wearing any clothes, as if it wasn't obvious!

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, and I have to use the guy's bathroom." He nodded.  "So...  if you
were in the bathroom, you might get a pretty good look at me."

   I thought he was going to have a heart attack the way his eyes bulged
out of their sockets.  This was a bit of information that hadn't occurred
to him before I'd said it, although I wouldn't be surprised if Johnny spent
the rest of the day hanging outside the bathroom, hoping I'd need to go. 
Like I said, cute kid, although he practically ran me over as he shot past
me to the bathroom.

   "Thanks," I said as I swayed past him.  Gentleman that he is, he held
the door for me.  I felt his eyes all over me, and felt my nipples start to
pucker.  I wasn't attracted to him, but the situation was kind of exciting.
I know The Program is supposed to help me with my sexuality and body image,
but if I could help someone else with their problems, wasn't that a good
thing too?

   "You need any help?" he asked anxiously, holding out a handful of paper
towels.  Did I?  I'd only intended him to get a good look at me, but
maybe...  the thought was somehow thrilling.

   Besides, it was a reasonable request, right?  I nodded and laughed at
the expression on his face.  He looked so happy, you would have thought
he'd just won the lottery.

   "Dry my back?" I asked, and he quickly complied.  He had a gentle touch,
and I found myself relaxing under his soft hands.  Soon enough my back was
dry and I felt him hesitate.  "It's okay if you dry everything," I said,
stifling a grin.  I could practically hear him gulping, and his Adam's
Apple was bobbing up and down frantically.

   Johnny grabbed more paper towels and began patting down my ass cheeks. I
have pretty good muscle tone all over, but my butt is something I'm very
proud of.  If you watch much volleyball, you'll know what I mean when I
tell you that I have a volleyball player's ass.

   We'd been inside for a good fifteen minutes now, and I was pretty dry
from standing around, but Johnny and I continued the charade of him
"drying" me for a few more minutes.

   To my surprise I found myself getting kind of worked up.  A few times
his fingers dipped between my ass cheeks and bumped against the bottom of
my pussy.  I'm sure it was an accident the first time it happened, but the
next couple of times were too deliberate for that.  No one has ever accused
me of being shy, so I spread my legs a bit, presenting myself to his view
more fully.

   "Can I...  can I do...  can I dry your front?" Johnny stammered, clearly
wanting a shot at my boobs.  I wasn't sure how to let him down easy, when
the bell rang, signaling the end of the period.  We both looked at each
other and I shrugged, causing my boobs to jiggle right in his face.  I
tried not to laugh at him, he looked mesmerized by them.

   "Sorry Johnny." His face fell.  "Hey, you never know, maybe it'll rain
tomorrow." I happened to glance down and saw the front of his slacks tented
out.  I ran my fingers lightly over his bulge, and Johnny gasped as I
tweaked the tip of what felt like a fairly respectable prick.

   "You know, You may want to take care of this..." I said pointedly,
giving his dick a quick squeeze.  He squirmed, pushing himself against my
hand, then froze as he realized what he was doing.  I laughed, enjoying his
sudden blush.  "You have a few minutes...  if you need to be alone." I
looked in the direction of one of the bathroom stalls.

   "Nah, I'm...  I'm okay." By this time, Johnny's face was so flushed I
thought he was going to explode.  I was surprised there was enough blood
left in his body to fill his cock, his face was so red.

   "Okay, well...  see ya tomorrow," I called over my shoulder as I exited
the bathroom.  If I swayed my hips a bit more than was necessary, is that
so wrong?  I realized I was again running a little late, and grabbed my
books out of the band room and headed to class.

   Jason and I shared a class this period, Mrs.  McDonald's health class.
I'd heard some stories about what other students had to do in health class
and my heart sped up.  Maybe I'd get to touch his cock, I thought and felt
my nipples crinkle with anticipation.

   Chapter Five - Jason

   I wanted desperately to cover myself as I practically ran through the
hallways.  I couldn't though, and had to stop a couple times as people
wanted to look at me.

   One of the facets of The Program is that all participants have to allow
for what are known as reasonable requests.  Jennifer and I have to allow
people to look at us or make us pose for them, and some kinds of touching,
although that's kind of a gray area.  I mean, if someone's "reasonable
request" was for me to fuck them, I probably wouldn't.

   One freshman girl I didn't know wanted to feel my cock, and to my
chagrin, my dick popped to full hardness as she shyly stroked my shaft.  I
had to point out what felt good and slow her down when she got going too
fast, or gripped me too hard, but she caught on quickly.

   I don't know if she'd ever seen a dick this close before, but if she
kept stroking me she was going to get more than an eyeful.

   Realizing I was close, I grabbed her hand.  "I'm going to cum all over
your hand if you're not careful," I gasped as her grip tightened
momentarily, then groaned inwardly as she dropped her hand away, leaving my
dick aching to cum.  Blushing, the girl spun around and headed down the
hall.  Knowing I was running late, I hurried down the hall, going through
the doorway just as the second bell rang.

   "Glad you could make it," said Mrs.  McDonald.  "Please join Jennifer at
the board." I noticed Jennifer standing in front of the class, and was
struck once again by how damn attractive she was.  She plays volleyball in
the fall, and girls' basketball during the winter, so is always in shape. I
know she's my step-sister, but damn is she hot!  I'd never admit it though,
it just doesn't seem right.

   Me, I'm more of a homebody.  I'm involved in school activities, but
choir and debate don't really call for a muscular physique.

   I dropped my books on a chair and stood next to Jennifer.  She grinned
at me, then pointed at my cock, which was still red from being fondled.  "A
little excited, are we?" she asked playfully, reaching out to tweak my
prick.

   "Stop it," I whispered.  "I've been like this since school started.  If
you want a mess on your hands, keep it up." She just winked at me!  But she
did let go, much to my relief.

   "Today we are going to discuss different physical diseases, and other
maladies which manifest themselves in the human body, and ways you can look
for them," began Mrs.  McDonald.  "We will begin with some of the more
common problems, such as breast cancer and hernias.  Mr.  Fields?" I looked
up.

   "Yes?"

   "The first test I will have you demonstrate is how do perform a breast
exam."

   Oh God.

   Chapter Six - Jennifer

   He's going to touch my boobs!  He's going to touch my boobs!  When I
heard we were going to demonstrate, I figured I was going to have to poke
and prod my own tits, but this is so much better.  Jason looked a little
shy about this though.  We can't have that!

   Sticking my chest out, I reached for his hand and pressed it firmly
against my breast.  Jason is so cute when he's embarrassed.  I think he's
kind of shy about this whole thing.  I probably would be too, if I didn't
have such a crush on him.  I mean, there's nothing wrong with it in my
mind. We're not blood-related, and we're not even legally siblings, but I
can understand why he'd be nervous.

   "Don't be shy," I whispered to him, as his hand gently moved over my
nipple.  I suppressed a moan, as I felt the warmth shoot through my body.
"I don't bite." I grinned.  "At least, not unless you ask me nicely." I
thought Jason was ready to faint at that, but he managed to stay relatively
calm about the whole thing.

   Soon enough, it was my turn, and I got my first close look at Jason's
naughty bits as Mrs.  McDonald walked me through checking for any tell-tale
lumps as we looked for hernias.  Surprising Jason, I grabbed his cock, and
began stroking him up and down.

   "What about this?" I asked, teasing him while the class hooted in
laughter.  "What should I do with this swelling?" Mrs.  McDonald looked a
bit flustered at this, especially when other students joined in.

   "Doesn't look all that serious to me!" someone shouted, causing more
laughter.

   "Yeah, just squeeze it until it pops like a zit." This from my friend
Alissa Meyers.  She had been in the program a month before and loved it. 
She still got naked occasionally, but today was just enjoying the view.

   "Shut up," I shot back, increasing the pace of my stroking.  I heard
Jason moan, and then his dick started twitching in my hand.

   Suddenly his whole body tensed, and half a dozen ropes of cum shot out
the end of his dick, coating my hand and arm.  I heard him gasping for
breath, as his orgasm ended.

   "Well," Alissa shouted.  "It was swell, but now the swelling's gone!" We
all laughed.

   Mrs.  McDonald looked stunned, but said nothing as the period ended.

   With one last look at Jason, I brought my hand, still sticky with his
sperm, up to my mouth, and licked his cum off my fingers.

   "Yummy," I said, teasing him.

   I think I went too far though.  Jason's face turned a pasty white, and
he got a nervous expression on his face.  Before I could apologize, he
bolted out of the room.

   Chapter Seven - Jason

   Talk about red-faced!  I couldn't believe Jennifer had jacked me off in
front of the whole class.  I mean, I couldn't believe she jacked me off at
all, much less in front of everyone.  I liked it, don't get me wrong.  Any
time a gorgeous woman grabs my dick, I'd be stupid to make her stop, right?
Not that it happens to me all that often.  Or ever.

   I was still a bit erect when I walked into biology, which got me a
little laugh from Mr.  Sanders.

   "Coming prepared are we?" he asked.  I was confused at first, until I
remembered that we were discussing sexual response in class this week.

   Great.

   It turned out to be not so bad, actually.  Jennifer wasn't in my class,
thank God, I don't know if I could have faced her.  Allison Parker, a
really smart junior was taking biology a year early, and it was her week to
be in The Program, so at least I had someone else to commiserate with.

   I could tell she was a bit frightened about the whole thing.  Allison is
generally a really shy girl, so this had to be fairly traumatic for her.  I
know her a bit from choir, even though I don't think I've ever heard her
say two sentences in a row, at least not when she's talking about something
other than schoolwork.  And now she was in front of the entire class, naked
as the day she was born.

   We were standing close together, and I realized that my cock was pushing
against her.  Allison felt it too, and looked down at it.

   "Is that for me?" she asked, a glint in her eye.  I tried to hem and haw
my way out of it, but finally nodded.  She was an attractive girl!  More
accurately, she was an attractive naked girl, and she was no more than a
foot away...  of course I had a hard on!

   "Um...  sorry...  yeah," I sputtered.  She giggled.

   "Thanks.  Nice compliment."

   The class was less embarrassing than it could have been.  Even though
Mr. Sanders seemed to take great pleasure in showing my cock to the class,
Allison made it fun.  When it was her time, I have to admit I was a little
nervous.

   I'd had a girlfriend my freshman year, Brenda the heinous beast, but I
was shy and she seemed to enjoy tormenting me, so we never really did
anything and soon enough I broke it off.  I was pretty proud of myself that
I was handling myself so well.  Here I was, fondling a girl's tits in front
of the entire class, and I hadn't shot my load yet.  Pretty suave, I
thought.

   Until we started talking about orgasms.

   Mr.  Sanders had each of us tell the class what exactly got us excited,
and how we masturbated.  I couldn't believe it.  There's no way my parents
had to talk about this kind of stuff when they were in school.  Naked or
not, there were some things I thought should be private, but apparently the
school district disagreed.

   Oh well.

   Allison went first, and I have to admit, she was dealing with this very
well.  I can't tell you how hot it was to watch her give herself an orgasm.
She leaned back in the chair and started stroking her thighs with one hand,
while pinching and pulling on her nipples with the other.

   "Usually I start by rubbing all over my pussy," she started.  "My inner
thighs are really sensitive, and that usually gets me going.  I try to stay
away from my clit for a while, because it's too much if I touch it right
away, but after I get really hot, it's the best part."

   Allison kept twisting on her nipples, occasionally wetting her fingers
with her tongue, before tweaking the pink tips of her breasts.  She was
obviously aroused, as her breathing had gotten deeper and there was a flush
across her chest.  It looked like her skin was covered with a thin sheen of
sweat.

   "My nipples are really sensitive too," she went on, touching herself
there too, gasping at the contact with her most intimate places.  "When I
get super excited, they swell up and stick straight out, like now." It was
true.  She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen.  They were much bigger
than when I'd first seen her.  In fact, her pussy lips were swollen also,
and appeared darker than before.  I asked Mr.  Sanders about it.

   "It's true," he answered.  "One of many signs of human sexual arousal is
a deepening of skin tones.  When your penis is erect, it too darkens with
the flood of blood into a small area." Small?  Hearing this, the class
laughed.  I tried to look offended, but smiled too.

   "I...  I mean..." he sputtered, clearly embarrassed.  "Into an area
generally not engorged with blood.  Unlike now." My dick was clearly
engorged at the moment, and appeared to enjoy the attention, as it bobbed
up and down in all the excitement.  We turned our attention back to
Allison, who by now had two fingers buried in her twat.

   "Omigod," she moaned, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy.  "I'm
gonna go, here I go...  her it comes!" Squeezing her eyes closed, Allison
arched her back, slamming her hand against her clit again and again. 
Suddenly her body tensed and Allison screamed as her orgasm overtook her.
She continued to push her fingers into her cunt, more slowly than before,
but keeping the motion going as she came down from her orgasm.  She relaxed
back in her chair, still shuddering as a tremor moved through her body.

   "God, that was so good," she moaned, wiping her face with her hand. 
Realizing we were all staring at her, she quickly slammed her legs
together, her cheeks red with embarrassment.  I leaned over and wiped the
sweat off her forehead.

   "That was great," I whispered, and gave her a tiny kiss on the cheek. 
Standing and facing the class, I grabbed my cock, knowing it was now my
turn to perform.

   "Um...  there's nothing really to it," I started.  "Just grab ahold, not
too tight, and stroke up and down.  Repeat.  Kind of like shampooing!" The
class laughed along with me.

   I was so worked up from watching Allison's exhibition that it didn't
take too long before I shot another load.  This one, my second of the day,
wasn't nearly as much as when Jennifer jacked me off, but Allison seemed
impressed.  Mr.  Sanders handed us each a damp towel, and we commenced
cleaning ourselves as best we could.

   After that, the class was a little distracted, and Mr.  Sanders finally
gave in and postponed the rest of his lecture until tomorrow.  I had a few
minutes to get organized, but quickly enough the bell rang, and it was off
to gym.

   Chapter Eight - Jennifer

   I have a study hall third period, which is boring as anything.  I fought
my mom about it, but it was useless.  She just wouldn't listen to me about
it.  I've never had a study hall my entire life, and now suddenly I need
one senior year?  She seemed to think so, but it's not as if I can actually
get any studying done in study hall.  Too noisy.  Not comfortable enough.

   Usually I get a pass and hang out in the band room, or sometimes I help
Coach White, the volleyball coach, but today I hung out in the cafeteria,
with the rest of the study hall kids.

   Boring.

   Fourth period I have Gym, which is generally a good time.  I'm no
Olympian or anything, but I'm a good athlete.  I'm tall, can run pretty
well, and have good coordination, so usually I enjoy P.E., but wasn't sure
how it would be naked.  Oh well...  I would soon find out.

   As it turned out, it was pretty dull.  We were supposed to play flag
football, but because of the rain, we did it inside.  I tried to point out
that I'd had marching band already today, and that was outside, but no
dice. It was actually pretty funny though.  Two kids from the other team
got into an argument with Mr.  Lyle.  He's the gym teacher, in addition to
teaching physics and acting as the golf coach.

   The kids thought I shouldn't play, because it would involve putting on
the belt with the floppy little flags, as if they'd cover me up.  Maybe if
I wore the belt as a necklace and let the flags hang down my chest, they'd
cover up my boobs, but not once I started running.  Mr.  Lyle saw it my
way, and I got to play.

   Jason is in my class, and the teacher split us up, so he was on the
other team.  I guess it wasn't considered fair for one team to have two
naked players or something.  Whatever.  It was pretty fun, even if all I
did was rush the quarterback every play.

   I got all hot and sweaty running around, and I think near the end of the
class I started distracting some of the guys on the other team, because I
actually intercepted a pass and ran it back for a touchdown!  Yea me!

   Finally the class was over and we started heading for the showers, when
I heard my name being called.

   "Miss Rose!" It was Mr.  Lyle.  What did he want?

   "Yeah?" I turned, and caught him staring at my ass.  What a bunch of
perverts we have teaching here!  I couldn't blame them, though.  Like I
said, I think I have a nice butt.

   He blushed a little.  "Um...  you have to shower with the guys."

   I do?  Oh crap, that's right I do!  The Program.  It hadn't even
occurred to me, since it wasn't like I had to change into my gym shorts
today.  I would have to shower though, and apparently I'd have to shower
with the guys.

   "Yeah, okay, sorry I forgot," I said, and took off for the boys' locker
room.

   I was hoping to beat most of the guys into the shower, but my little
talk had slowed me down, and by the time I got there, all the nozzles near
the front of the shower room were taken.  So I had to walk past all the
naked guys.  I tried to put up a brave front about this, but honestly, most
of them disgust me.

   I've said before that I'm a good athlete, but most of the guys at
Kennedy take it way too seriously.  I don't think they're all on steroids,
but it wouldn't surprise me if a few took some performance enhancing
substances.  Especially once I got a look at some of the small dicks on
these guys!  It made Jason look like a freakin' horse!  I almost laughed,
but didn't.

   Unfortunately the only nozzle open was beside the biggest (puny) dick of
them all, Justin Miller.  I know he's the school's big football stud and
everything, but talk about an asshole.  I don't know why he and Brenda Reed
never hooked up.  They're perfect for each other.

   "Hey hot stuff!" he yelled as I turned on my shower.  "Let's see some
T&A!"

   I groaned, knowing this was coming.  Trying to get by with as much
dignity as I could, I spun around quickly, showing him everything I had,
but apparently it wasn't good enough.

   "Slower, bitch." He grabbed my arm, stopping me in place.  "That's
better.  Was that so hard?" He laughed, grabbing his crotch.  "I know I'm
sure hard!" Two of his football buddies laughed, and gave each other high
fives.

   I spun around again, slower than before.  Almost good enough, but not
quite.

   "Now, show me some pink, you cunt." Blushing, I reached down and spread
my labia apart, showing him the inner pink skin of my pussy.

   Suddenly, surprising me with his roughness, Justin shoved a finger up my
pussy, and started ramming in and out of me.  I cried out in pain, and saw
some of the other guys in the shower, unaware of what was going on, look up
in surprise.  I was happy to see a few looks of disgust, but no one did
anything to stop it.

   Finally, the pain and humiliation got to be too much, and I pushed his
hand off me and started walking away.  I didn't see it coming, but felt as
he gave me a shove, pushing me against the wall.

   "Fucking bitch!  You have to do what I tell you, goddamit!  Now you're
going to stand there and take what I have to give you, got it?" His breath
was hot against the back of my neck, and I felt him grab his prick as he
started pushing against me, trying to find my opening.

   The room was quiet, the only sounds my small cries, until suddenly I
heard another voice.

   "What the fuck!" I turned my head to see Mr.  Lyle, still fully clothed,
pushing his way through the mob of guys.  He grabbed Justin by the hair,
pulling away from me, and I slumped to the floor of the shower.  I could
hear shouting from the changing room, and a door slammed, and once again it
was quiet.

   The rest of the boys quietly rinsed off, thankfully leaving me alone. 
Dragging myself to my feet, I turned off my shower and walked to the pile
of towels.  I quickly dried off and left as soon as the bell rang.  No one
looked at me or said anything.

   Chapter Nine - Jason

   I was already sitting at lunch when I saw Jennifer walk past me, looking
like she'd been hit by a truck.

   "Jennifer!" I called, and she spun around, a frightened look in her
eyes. "Jennifer," I said a bit more softly.  "Come sit by me.  Are you
okay?"

   She nodded half-heartedly, but didn't appear to want to talk about
anything in particular.

   Kyle Becker and Jody Schwartz both sat down, grinning at us like idiots.
They'd been in the program separately this year, but had been going steady
since junior high.  They'd had a really good time.

   "Jason!" Kyle yelled.  "How's it hanging?" He grinned, aiming his gaze
lower than necessary.

   "I bet it's not hanging at all," deadpanned Jody.  "I bet he's ready to
burst!" She glanced under the table, embarrassing me further, and laughed.
"Okay, maybe he is hanging!" I was still soft from two orgasms, and was as
calm and mellow as I'd been all day.

   "How's it been going for you?" Jason asked, more seriously this time. 
"I know my first day was the toughest.  Anybody looked at me, I'd spring a
hard on, just like that," he said, snapping his fingers together.

   "It's been okay," I told them, and related my first half day of being
naked in front of everyone.  "It's pretty weird," I admitted.  "You know
how in speech class you're supposed to pretend that your audience is
naked?" They nodded.  "Well, it's like that dream, only backwards.  I think
the audience is all imagining me naked!"

   "Jennifer, you seem kind of quiet.  How was your morning?" Jody looked
concerned, but for some reason Kyle was furious.

   "I swear I'm gonna kill him, that son of a bitch," he growled quietly.
He looked pissed as hell.

   "What's going on?" I asked.  Jennifer reached a hand out and put it on
Kyle's arm.

   "Please don't," she whispered.  Kyle just shook his head.

   "I had a short meeting after gym class, or nothing like that would have
happened." I was beginning to get concerned.  Everybody seemed to know
something, everyone but me.  "If I would have been there I would have
kicked his ass, the fucking asshole.  I'm sorry Jennifer, but that wasn't
right.  Thank goodness Mr.  Lyle was there!" She nodded sadly.

   "Guys," I butted in.  "What happened?"

   Kyle looked at Jennifer, but she just sat there.

   "Justin Miller practically raped Jennifer in the showers after gym."

   "What?" I saw a look of shock on Jody's face.  At least she hadn't had a
clue either.  She put a protective arm around Jennifer, who buried her head
in her friend's arms, sobbing quietly.

   "I'm sorry," Kyle continued, talking directly to me.  "Like I said, I
wasn't there, and I guess Justin had a bunch of friends with him, so
everyone else was too scared to stop him."

   "What did he do?" I whispered, not really wanting to know.

   "Nothing, man.  From what I heard he felt her up for a minute, right?"
Jennifer nodded.  "Then he tried to fuck her." I saw Jennifer shudder at
the memory.

   "That fucking prick!" I shouted, looking around the room.  "Where is
he?"

   "Relax.  Mr.  Lyle heard a commotion and saw what was going on.  From
what I heard, he dragged him back to his office and gave him a bit of a
thrashing.  Then he called the cops."

   I felt myself shaking a bit at the news.  This wasn't supposed to happen
in The Program.  We were supposed to enjoy the experience and our sexuality
was supposed to blossom, or something, but certainly not have it...  have
it thrust on us like that.  I felt sick.

   I think Kyle and Jody could sense my need to be alone with Jennifer, and
grabbing their trays, they told us they'd see us later, and quietly left. I
slid over beside Jennifer and put my arm around her.  I could still feel
small tremors shaking through her shoulders.

   "Are you okay?" I finally asked.  Jennifer nodded.  She looked a little
tired, but otherwise okay.  "You need to eat more of your food," I told
her, pointing at her plate.  "Get your strength back up."

   Slowly, the conversation turned to more pleasant topics, but I was still
on a slow burn when lunch ended.

   Chapter Ten - Jennifer

   Thank goodness for friends, and Jason.  After my experience in the
shower, I thought I was going to walk around in a funk for the rest of the
day, but Jody and Jason really calmed me down.  Kyle kind of scared me, he
seemed so violent, but it was kind of nice, knowing he was there to look
after me if I needed him.

   Jason walked with me to choir, and it was really fun.  I think quite a
few people had heard about what happened in the gym shower, and only one
guy asked me if he could touch me.  He wanted to feel my boobs, so I let
him.  It was nice, but I was still a little sore after what I'd been
through, and the kid wasn't able to get me off.  He seemed happy though. 
And it was pretty hot having Jason stand there watching me get groped!  He
seemed to enjoy it too, if the erection he was sporting was any clue!

   Choir was a blast.  We're getting ready for our fall concert this week,
and I could tell Jason was pretty nervous about it.  He doesn't talk about
it much, but he's an awesome singer.  The biggest choir geek in the school,
I always kid him.  He takes it well, though, since...  well...  since he is
the biggest choir geek in the school!

   Anyway, he's the student conductor, which is a really big honor, and at
this concert he was going to get to conduct two of the songs, which is
pretty cool.  He's kind of shy about it though.

   "I don't know, Jennifer," he'd told me at lunch.  "Everybody's going to
be staring at my butt when I conduct." Since the choir was considered a
school function, we had to be naked for it, even though it was after normal
school hours.

   "I won't," I told him, grinning.

   "Thanks." He seemed relieved.  I had to zing him.

   "I'll be looking at your dick!"

   He blushed, and glanced down at his hard on.

   "I guess it is kind of hard to miss, isn't it?"

   "Yeah...  it sure is hard.  To miss, I mean," I laughed, waggling my
eyebrows.

   Have I mentioned how cute Jason is when he blushes?  He is.

   "Cut it out," he protested, fighting the urge to cover himself with his
book bag.

   "I'm sorry," I pouted, sticking out my lower lip.  "I'm just teasing
you. Is it tough, being hard like that all the time?" He shrugged.

   "I don't know...  I think the whole blue ball thing is a load of crap.
It's kind of embarrassing, since it doesn't seem to matter who I look at.
One glance from a girl and...  up I go...  instant boner."

   I surprised him by grabbing his dick.  It felt so good in my hand, hard
and soft at the same time.  "If you need relief, you can always ask me," I
told him seriously.  He blushed harder.

   One of the facets of The Program was the "relief" issue.  Since people
are bound to be horny after being naked all day, any of the participants
can, in the first five minutes of class, request relief, but it has to be
in front of anyone.  Usually the person will just masturbate really
quickly, but sometimes someone in the class will volunteer to "help" out
the participant, which is always kind of fun.

   Usually a teacher will ask a student if they need relief, and choir was
no exception.

   "Well well well," started Mr.  Bergerud.  "My two favorite nudists. 
Care for a few minutes alone in front of the class?" He gestured to the
folding chair set up in front of the choir.  I shook my head and sat down.
I was in no mood for anyone to touch me after gym, and wasn't sure I could
get myself off in five minutes.  I wasn't feeling very sexy at the moment.

   Still, it was a surprise when Jason requested relief.  I almost raised
my hand to offer my assistance, but wasn't sure how he would react.  He's a
bit more straight-laced than I am, and I didn't want to freak him out, by
having his "sister" jack him off.  Or give him a blowjob, I thought, and
felt my pussy get a little squishy again.

   Hmm...  maybe I do need relief, the thought was turning me on!  Would he
help me out?  I got a little wetter at the thought of him touching my
pussy, or better yet licking my slit, but fought the urge to ask.  There
was bound to be a better time than this.

   Jason didn't want any helpers anyway, and I have to admit it was fun
watching him jack himself off.  I've never really watched anyone do it
before, and it was kind of neat.  One thing I noticed though, that I didn't
really understand.  Guys always seem so protective about their dicks,
claiming it's "so sensitive" and everything, but the way he was pounding
away at himself, I was sure he would have bruises.  Ah well...  it's a
mystery I guess.

   Chapter Eleven - Jason

   Okay, that was a little weird for me.  I've been horny all day, and had
to ask for relief, so I expect everyone to be ogling me, right?  It's just
that every time I looked at Jennifer, her eyes were riveted to my cock. 
What's with that?

   It was a little creepy, but kind of hot, too.  I mean, how many dirty
stories are all about how the brother and sister hook up and fuck each
other silly?  The idea was appealing to me in the abstract...  talk about
having a ready and willing partner, and a convenient one too...  but I
didn't think about Jennifer like that.  At least I hadn't thought of her
that way before now.

   She's more a sister than a step-sister.  Or she was until I saw her
licking her lips.  Did she want me?  I got a little weak in the knees at
the thought, and that's when I shot my load all over my hand.  I got the
customary round of applause from the choir, and quickly wiped off and sat
down.

   "Dude, this is so unfair." Tim Hartman turned to me, a jealous look on
his face.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.  "What's unfair?" He looked at me as if I
had an extra head.

   "The whole Program and asking for relief.  Why do you get to ask for
relief?  Everybody else is looking at you naked!  Shouldn't we get relief?"
I laughed, he did have a point.

   "Yeah," I said after thinking about it.  "But you don't have girls
asking to grab your cock all day long.  I've been hard almost all day.  I
think I've earned it!"

   After we warmed up Mr.  Bergerud announced that today's rehearsal would
be all the songs I was conducting, so I had to stand in front of the entire
class the whole period, while he sat off to the side of the room, watching
and taking notes.

   It was okay, and I realized that I wasn't quite as nervous about being
naked as I had been earlier in the day, but it was still strange having my
naked step-sister watching me.  I got a little flustered during one piece,
when I realized that she was again staring at me.

   I didn't look at the alto section all that often after that!

   Chapter Twelve - Jennifer

   After choir I went to math class, and had to spend the entire period up
at the chalk board, because Mr.  Ryan said he wanted my help.  I think he
just wanted to look at my ass, just like all the other male teachers in
this school, so I gave him a little show.

   "Mr.  Ryan?" I asked him as I walked up to the board, quietly enough
that the rest of the class couldn't hear me.  "I don't need relief or
anything, but I'm getting a little worked up like this, so if I kind of
take care of myself up here, is that okay, as long as I'm not too obvious
about it?" I gave him my best flirty smile, and about burst out laughing as
he tried not to let his jaw drop.

   "I...  I think that would be okay," he finally answered.

   "Good," I said, walking to the board, swinging my hips a little more
than necessary.

   If I dropped the chalk a few times, giving the class a good look at my
pussy, can you blame me?  I felt safe in front of everyone like this, not
at all like being cornered in the shower, and I enjoyed showing off.  I
noticed Mr.  Ryan didn't stand up the entire class period, and giggled as
he quickly covered his lap as I walked over to him at the end of class.

   "Nice," I said, looking at his crotch.

   "What?" he croaked.

   "Nice lesson," I said, smirking to myself as I walked out of the class.

   I ran into Jason on the way to art, our last class of the day.  He
didn't look all that happy.

   "Hey Jason, what's up?" He looked pissed at first, but his face quickly
cleared, and he smiled.

   "Hey Jennifer.  Sorry.  That Brenda kept teasing me all through study
hall.  She kept squeezing her tits and touching herself under her skirt all
period.  She came over one time and asked me for help with her biology
project, and kept bumping against me, like she was in heat or something."

   I laughed, Brenda was such a cock-tease, but I did feel sorry for Jason.

   "Do you need relief?" I asked hopefully, but he quickly shot me down.

   "No!" he practically yelled, and walked ahead of me into art.  I laughed
and followed him in.

   Looking at the room, I saw two chairs set up in front, and assumed we
would be posing, so sat in one of them, before noticing a man and woman I'd
never seen before standing to one side of the room, wearing bathrobes. 
Oops!  I quickly found a seat by Jason and along with the rest of the
class, waited for the period to begin.

   "Class," said Miss Danforth, "today we are going to begin drawing life
figures, so I have asked two models to come and sit for us." She motioned
to the two strangers, who casually dropped their robes, and took up their
positions in front of the class.

   "So is this what we're training for?" I asked Jason, but go no response.
I had to say it again, before finally getting a smile in return.  He wasn't
paying attention to much and then I saw why.

   The models were gorgeous!  The man looked like a runway model, all tan
and buff, and there wasn't a hair anywhere on his body, except for his head
and around his dick.  And what a dick it was!  He wasn't hard at all, which
was surprising since he had a super hot woman on his knee, but even so, his
dick was really big.  Bigger than most guys I'd seen, anyway.

   And the woman was something else.  She had long blond hair and she was
beautiful, but what I noticed was she had shaved herself bare.  Her pussy
was completely smooth, and I found myself wanting to touch it.

   I glanced back at Jason and saw that his dick was hard.  I resisted the
urge to reach over and grab it, instead I shifted around in my seat, so I
was sitting on my right foot.  I'd discovered this relatively
innocent-looking way of getting myself off without looking like I was
masturbating when I was younger, and planned on taking full advantage of it
right now.

   Sometimes it's good to be a girl.  I was just starting to warm up when
Jason leaned over, and whispered in my ear.

   "How does he do it?" he asked, clearly meaning the model.  "That girl is
hot, and yet his cock's still soft!"

   "Yeah, but it's still..." I trailed off, not wanting to embarrass him.
He had a nice dick, and I still wanted to wrap my hands around it again,
but I didn't want to make him feel inferior.

   "Yeah, he sure is," he sighed glumly.

   "Don't feel bad," I said, deciding to go for it, and reached my hand
over to his lap, surprising him as I wrapped my fingers around his erect
shaft.  "I like your dick better."

   His eyes were wide.  "Really?  Why?"

   "Because I can get yours whenever I want." Suddenly I noticed Miss
Danforth looking at us from across the room, and took my hand away.

   Jason looked grateful I was no longer fondling him, and we went back to
sketching the models.

   I wanted to have a talk with Jason, to tell him what I was feeling, but
as soon as the period ended, he gathered up his pencils and drawing pad and
was out the door.  I looked for him, but knew I had to hurry to volleyball
practice, and figured we'd have time to talk after dinner.

   Chapter Thirteen - Jason

   I was totally freaked out as I walked home from school.  It had been a
very strange day for me, to say the least.  I felt a little funny to be
wearing clothes, but it was a little brisk out, so I was glad for the
protection.

   What was strange about the day was Jennifer.  I couldn't understand her!
We've been like brother and sister for most of our lives, and she'd never
given any indication that she wanted me like she appeared to want me now.
It was all so sudden, and I didn't know what to think.

   My body certainly didn't seem to care, my dick standing at attention
just as quickly for her as it would have for any other beautiful naked
woman, but I still was a bit thrown by her attitude.  I'd have to talk with
my dad about this, if he wasn't too upset about the whole Program, that is.

   I got home and threw my stuff in my room, but no one was home but my
sister Samantha.  She's not really my sister, just like Jennifer isn't
really my sister, but I've always treated her like one.  She'll be in high
school next year, and is looking forward to the chance to act like a grown
up, so of course I have to tease her about it.

   "Hey squirt," I joked, "What's happening?"

   She stuck her tongue at me.  "Nothing.  Don't call me squirt.  Where's
Jennifer?"

   "Still at volleyball practice." I grabbed a can of soda and an apple and
started walking to my room.  Wanting to mess with her mind I called over my
shoulder, as I closed my door.  "Did I mention she's practicing naked?"

   Even with the door closed I could still hear Samantha's high-pitched
squeak, and soon there was a pounding on my door.

   "Jason," she called out.  "Let me in, right now!"

   Smiling, I opened the door a crack, peeking out with one eye.

   "Yes?  How may I help you?"

   Making a face, Samantha tried pushing her way past me.  I resisted for a
moment before letting her into my room.

   "What do you mean she's naked?" she asked.  Reaching into my book bag, I
pulled out the pamphlet Miss Pomeroy had given me this morning describing
The Program and handed it to her.  She took one look at it and threw it on
the bed.

   "I don't want to look at your smut!  What did you mean about Jennifer?"
I laughed and pointed at the pamphlet.

   "Look again." Giving me a dirty look, Samantha picked up the brochure,
grimacing at the cover, which pictured a naked man and woman pictured on
the cover, and began leafing through it, her face blanching with each page
she turned.

   "Jennifer is doing this?  She's...  naked in school?  All day?" I
nodded.

   "I am too."

   "What!"

   "Yep.  It came as a surprise to me too, let me tell you.  We got called
into the office this morning, and we've been naked all day." Samantha
moaned, throwing the pamphlet down on the bed.

   "This sucks!" she yelled.  "How can you do that!  She's your...  she's
your sister, and you were staring at her naked?"

   "She's not really my sister," I started to say, then realized I'd been
thinking the same thing not an hour before.  I shrugged helplessly, not
knowing what to say to make it better.  "It's not like you have to look at
us or anything," I tried, but it was no use.

   "You're ruining everything!" she shouted, running out of the room.  I
heard rapid footsteps as she hurried down the hallway, the slam as she shut
her bedroom door rattling the windows in my room.  I sighed, knowing all
chances of keeping this from our parents had just gone from slim to
absolutely none.

   Chapter Fourteen - Jennifer

   How bad did tonight suck?  I was already in a little bit of a pissy mood
after volleyball practice.  I got into a huge argument with Coach White
about wearing a sports bra.  I thought it should have been considered
protective equipment, but he disagreed.  So there I am, for ninety minutes,
running and jumping with my boobs flopping all over the place.  Girls with
itty bitty titties wouldn't understand, but we girls with the big boobs
need that extra support!

   So I'm already not in a good mood when I get home, and then during
dinner, Samantha pipes up.

   "Mom, what's the deal with everybody running around naked at the high
school?" I saw Jason give her a look, but didn't catch on to what was
happening until it was too late.  My mother sighed, and gave her a look.

   "Samantha, that's inappropriate for the dinner table."

   "But Mom!"

   "Samantha, I said 'no.' It's not something you should think about.  No
one in this family will be involved in something as...  as pornographic as
that."

   My eyes must have about popped out of their sockets.  If she hadn't
approved us, how were we in it?  I tried to act normal, but Mom must have
seen something.

   "Yes, dear?" she asked, a slight look of concern on her face.  I shook
my head, trying to appear interested in the piece of garlic bread in my
hand.

   "Nothing.  Never mind."

   "But Mom..."

   "Samantha, I said drop it." My mom's voice was icy, and I knew this was
going to end badly.  I hadn't really thought about what would happen at
home.  I'd been under the assumption that our parents had for some reason
approved us being involved in The Program.  I thought maybe Jason's dad had
convinced my mom it would be good for us, but that was obviously not the
case.

   "Mom..." Samantha was beginning to whine, and Mom shot her a look.

   "Samantha."

   "But Jason said he and Jennifer are in it right now!" Samantha finally
was able to get out a complete sentence, and sat back in her chair,
satisfied now that she'd had her say.

   "Impossible," Mom said brusquely.  She looked at us for confirmation. 
Jason and I gave each other a horrified look, unsure of what to say.

   "Actually," Jason started, but faltered under her withering glare.

   "It's all true we got called into the office this morning and we're both
in The Program and if you didn't want us in it then you should have put us
on the do not participate list." I said it all at once, and breathed
heavily as I finished, slightly out of breath.

   There was a stunned silence around the table as what I had said sunk in.
Jason's dad looked a bit surprised, but there was fire in Mom's eyes.

   "You what?" Her head had whipped around and she was staring directly at
me.  I was suddenly very interested in my half-eaten plate of food, but my
mom wasn't going to take being ignored.  "Jennifer Marie Rose, do you mean
to tell me that you and your brother have been waltzing around school
nak... naked!  That's enough of this nonsense.  I'm calling the principal
this instant, and you two will wear your clothes like decent people.  End
of discussion."

   As my mother rose, I noticed Jason and his dad involved in a whispered
discussion.  Jason kept waving his arms in my mom's direction, and even
though I couldn't hear what was being said, it was obvious Jason was making
his point.

   "Dear?" Jason's dad said quietly, clearing his throat to get Mom's
attention.  "Can this maybe wait until tomorrow morning?"

   Mom looked at him as if he had snakes growing out his ears.  If she
wasn't so serious, it would have been funny.  "What do you mean?  she
asked, spitting out each word through clenched teeth.

   "Well, it seems to me that nothing much can get accomplished tonight
that can't get done just as easily in the morning.  After we've all had a
chance to sleep on it."

   I almost laughed when I happened to glance at Jason.  His head looked
like it was on a pivot.  He was looking back and forth between our parents
so quickly, I was surprised his neck didn't start squeaking from a lack of
oil.  I have to admit my own heart was beating rather rapidly in my chest.
As much as I had been shocked this morning, and as dirty as I'd felt after
my shower experience, I was kind of looking forward to doing it again
tomorrow.

   My mother sighed in exasperation, and threw her hands up in a "why me?"
gesture.

   "I suppose it can wait, but don't you two," she said, looking between
Jason and I, "don't you think for an instant that I'm going to let this
drop.  I don't know how you ended up in this horrible excuse for education,
but I have half a mind to pull you out of that school and let you finish
the year in private school."

   "What?" I couldn't believe she would do that, and was about to give her
a real piece of my mind, when she raised her hand, stopping my outburst
before I had a chance to really get going.

   "I'm not going to do that," she said.  "I'm sure something can be worked
out with your principal, so don't worry about it tonight.  I'll get things
straightened out in the morning." Saying this, she got up and began
clearing the table.

   I know I wasn't very much fun that night.  I had a lot of homework to
do, and pretty much holed myself up in my room, ignoring the rest of the
family.  My talk with Jason would have to wait until tomorrow.

   As I was beginning to fall asleep, the last thought I remember having
was about my mom calling the principal.  If she was on the warpath like she
was tonight, tomorrow was really going to suck.

   TUESDAY

   Chapter One - Jennifer

   Talk about waking up and preparing for a battlefield!  I was sick to my
stomach when I finally dared venture out of my room.  I knew my mom was
going to have a huge blowup and we'd all get into a big fight over
breakfast, and Jason and I would be in horrible moods by the time we went
to school, and it would not be a good way to start the day!

   So I was stunned when I finally got to the kitchen table for breakfast.
I'd stalled all morning, hoping to minimize the time I'd have to spend
arguing about The Program, but I was still surprised to find my step-dad
eating breakfast by himself.  And I didn't see any bloody corpses anywhere,
so that was a bonus.

   "Hey, good morning," he said cheerily, looking up from his bowl of
oatmeal.  "How'd you sleep last night?"

   "Not so good," I answered, rummaging through the cupboards and finally
settling on a decidedly unhealthy bowl of some sugary kids' cereal.  This
was really weird, though.  I'd expected fireworks and histrionics, not
calm, cool, and collected!  Something wasn't right.  "Where's Mom?" I
asked. Dad looked up from his cereal long enough to shrug, then went back
to eating.

   "Not sure," he said between bites.  "She said she was going for a walk
about the time I got up, but I haven't seen her since." I nodded.  My mom
liked to go for long walks, but none of the rest of us did.  She usually
went out after dinner though, so this was a little strange.

   "Dad, can we talk?" I asked, and had to stifle a grin as he looked up
quickly, surprise written all over his face.  I've never called him
anything except Nate, even when I was younger.  He'd asked me to call him
"Dad," but it always felt funny.  He wasn't "Dad," he was Nate.  But right
now I needed a dad.  I almost laughed out loud, he looked so happy.

   "Of course we can talk.  What's on your mind?"

   "The Program," I said, and waited for his reaction.

   "Mmm hmm," he mumbled.  "What about it?

   "Well...  is it really as bad as Mom thinks it is?  I've had a good
experience so far, and it seems like everybody that's been in The Program
has had...  not everyone's had a great experience, but nobody's had a bad
experience."

   I didn't tell him about my eventful morning in the showers after gym. 
It didn't really seem like the time.

   "I don't necessarily think that The Program is a bad thing."

   "Well, what does Mom think is so bad about it?  Wait a minute.  You
don't "necessarily" think it's bad?  So, you think it's bad too?  Kinda?"

   "No...  no.  I think it could be a very good thing, but it could also be
very bad."

   "How?"

   "Well, let's use an example from the information pamphlet.  You're in
The Program, so what would you do if I came up to you in the hallway at
school - we'll assume I'm a student - and asked to touch you," he paused
and blushed a little.  "Asked to touch you somewhere...  or do something
that you thought was inappropriate?  What would you do?"

   "Well, I'd say no, I guess."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Sure I'm sure.  Why wouldn't I be?"

   "The literature for The Program talks a lot about reasonable requests,
but it never really says who gets to determine what's reasonable.  You're
allowed to say no to someone, but if that person disagrees that the request
was unreasonable, the two of you go to a counselor.  Or you'll see a
principal, and that person decides if the request truly was reasonable. 
And if you were wrong about the request, then you get punished."

   "What?"

   "Didn't read the whole thing, did you?"

   "No." I squirmed a little in my chair.  I thought I'd had a good handle
on The Program, but that really threw a wrench in my ideas.  "What else
could be bad?"

   "What if you just aren't ready to be naked?"

   I laughed at that one.  "Come on.  I'm eighteen years old!"

   "Well," he answered, clearly embarrassed to be having this conversation,
"I hate to admit it, especially since I supposedly grew up in such an age
of experimentation and enlightenment, but Jason's mother was the first
woman who ever saw me naked.  Trust me, I wasn't running around the school
in the nude, either."

   "Yeah, but weren't you and Cheryl high school sweethearts?"

   "Sure, but I'm talking about our wedding night."

   "What?" I couldn't believe it!  He'd been a virgin on his wedding day.
Huh.  How bizarre is that?

   "You looked surprised," he smiled gently.

   "Well, yeah, I mean...  didn't you get frustrated?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, I'm assuming she made you wait, so wasn't that...  frustrating
for you?" I knew about blue balls, every boyfriend I'd ever had complained
about them.  I thought they were probably a bunch of hooey, but wasn't
really sure.

   "What if I told you that your assumption is half right?  Someone was
frustrated, but it might not necessarily have been me."

   "You mean..." I trailed off and I'm sure I made some signal that I
figured it out, because he started nodding his head.

   "That's right.  We waited because I wasn't ready.  Cheryl certainly was
ready and willing, and in fact I don't think she did wait, but it wasn't
the right time for me, before we got married.  I was a little conservative,
and wanted to wait.  And trust me when I tell you, missy...  walking around
naked would most definitely not have been the right thing for me.  I would
have been horrified.  I wasn't one of the preppy kids, but I wasn't a nerd.
I had decent friends, but it would have been mortifying for me to have had
to walk around in the buff.  I just wasn't ready."

   "So you think there are some kids like that?" I thought most people at
my school were pretty cool with it.  There are always assholes like Justin
Miller, but not everybody, or every football player, is quite as big a
prick as he is.

   "Sure...  there are bound to be.  I know we're supposedly living in a
more advanced society, and everyone is supposed to be so mature and
with-it, but a lot of how kids grow up depends on their parents, and if the
parents were fairly conservative, then...  well...  the child is bound to
be, to a certain extent."

   Huh.  This was giving me lots to think about, but something still nagged
at me.

   "So, are you for it or against it?"

   "The Program?"

   "Yeah."

   "Neither, really."

   How frustrating is that!  Parents will never give you a straight answer
when you want one!

   "How is that possible?"

   "I still think it goes back to the individual.  Some people are ready,
and it can be a good experience, and other people are far from ready, and
will probably spend the worst week of their lives, trying to be as
inconspicuous as possible, which is probably pretty hard."

   "I suppose.  I mean, I'm pretty confident about myself, but I guess I
can see what you're saying.  But you know, you've explained why you think
the way you do, but you weren't the one having a hissy fit.  What about
Mom?"

   "What about her?"

   "Why does she hate it so much?"

   He didn't say anything for a little while, but finally he answered.  "I
think I'm going to leave that up to her to answer for you."

   "But...  do you know why?" I asked, curious now, much more than angry as
I'd been before.  He nodded.  He did know!  "But you won't tell me?" He
shook his head, smiling at my obvious annoyance.  Talk about frustrating.

   "I don't think it's my place to say, but you can certainly ask her.  She
may even tell you."

   "Ha!  I doubt it.  She never tells me anything."

   "I think she has a lot to tell you.  You just have to ask, and be ready
to listen."

   I looked at him in wonder.  God, he's smart.  When did that happen?

   "Thanks, Dad." I earned another big smile with that one.

   "So, I'm Dad now, huh?" He grinned even more, and even gave himself two
thumbs up.  What a dork!  But I love him.

   "Yeah.  You've probably been Dad all along, but I never let you."

   He nodded his head and reached over and patted my arm.

   "I love you, kiddo."

   "Love you too.  Dad." We ate the remainder of breakfast in silence. 
He'd given me a lot to think about.  I still wanted to be in The Program,
no matter what my mom thought.  I knew I could stay in over her objections,
since I was eighteen, but I didn't know if I wanted to defy her so
blatantly.

   By the time I was finished eating, it was way past time for me to head
to school.  Thankfully band only meets three times a week once football
season's over, so I didn't have to be to school until second period.

   Dad and I hung out together for half an hour and watched some morning
news program, but finally it was time for me to go to school.

   "So, what do I do today?" I asked my dad as I was heading out the door.
Mom wasn't back yet, so she hadn't had a chance to tell me how awful The
Program is, and I was still a little up in the air about what I was
supposed to do.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, did she call the school or not?" He shook his head that he didn't
know.  "So...  I'm still in The Program?"

   "I guess so."

   "Okay.  Another naked day in school for me," I said as I left the house.
I could hear him laughing behind me.  At least one of us was in a good
mood.

   Chapter Two - Jason

   I was so relieved when I got up this morning it was unbelievable. 
Tuesday is one of two days I need to get to school early for a
before-school small group rehearsal for choir, so I was out the door before
the sun came up, and didn't see my step-mother at all.  Which means she
didn't have a chance to tell me how horrible I was for being in The
Program, as if it was my choice.

   At least I had choir, which was a good thing.  It was a little
nerve-wracking, again, but this time, instead of standing in front of the
entire group with my dick waving in the air, I was part of a smaller group,
and was singing instead of directing, so I got through it okay.

   And English was a breeze today!  Mr.  Munroe realized we have a big test
coming up on Friday, so he let us spend the whole period studying in small
groups.

   "Here comes compass boy!" yelled some joker in the back row, as I walked
in the class, my hard dick leading the way.

   "It's not a compass, you idiot," yelled Frank Winters.  "It's a divining
rod!  Hey, Jason, does it lead you to water or pussy?" The class laughed at
that, and I had to join in, but class was starting so I quickly sat down.

   It was getting less embarrassing walking around with a permanent
erection, but I still was a bit shy whenever it was pointed out to me, as
if it wasn't obvious that I was naked.

   I'd been fondled by a couple girls on the way to class, and was a little
on edge, but figured I'd be okay for a while.

   "Hey," Mindy whispered as I sat down beside her.  I nodded, and noticed
she blushed when she looked at me.

   "Aren't you going to offer to give me relief?" I asked her quietly.  She
looked shocked for a moment, but relaxed when she realized I was joking.

   "Jason, I'm sorry about yesterday," she apologized suddenly.

   "What for?" I asked, not thinking of anything she needed to be sorry
about.

   "For yesterday, in class." I still didn't understand what she meant. 
"When I touched your...  your penis.  Sorry."

   "Don't be sorry.  It felt good." I'd almost forgotten about yesterday.
Mindy had asked to touch my cock right when I arrived yesterday, at the end
of the class period.  Unfortunately for me, the bell had rung before she
had a chance to jack me off completely, and I was left hanging, so to
speak.

   "I talked with my brothers last night, and Rick said it wasn't nice to
leave you like that.  I'm sorry." Mindy looked so sad sitting there, I
wondered exactly what her brothers had told her.

   "Don't worry about it," I answered as gently as possible.  "It would
have been frustrating, since I was so close, but there were plenty of other
girls who seemed to want to fight to get in line to touch me."

   "Oh!" she exclaimed, realizing for the first time what an opportunity
she'd had.  "Do you...  do you want me to do it again?" She looked so
sincere, and asked me so hopefully I was sad to turn her down.

   "Sorry, Mindy, but I'm doing fine now." She looked sad, so I quickly
added, "I'll probably need someone to take care of me tomorrow.  Should I
ask you?" She nodded eagerly.

   "Will you show me what to do?" she asked shyly.

   "Sure."

   "Okay, then it's a date." She looked happy at the idea.

   "You might want to wear something not so nice, something you don't care
about if it gets stained," I mentioned, in case she hadn't thought of that.
"Semen can stain clothes, so you'll have to be careful." She nodded
solemnly, and I was almost surprised she wasn't taking notes.

   Class went pretty quickly after we started studying.  Mindy and I didn't
get much accomplished, but it keep me away from Brenda, who spent most of
the period pointing at me and whispering to a couple of her she-devil
friends.

   Thank goodness for small favors.

   Chapter Three - Jennifer

   I have to admit I was a little turned on as I walked into the school. 
I'd taken my clothes off in the car and walked from the parking lot to the
building in my birthday suit.  It was the first time I'd been naked outside
since I was a little girl.  Band yesterday doesn't count, cause that was a
group thing and it was raining and I was miserable.

   Today was much nicer though.  A little chilly perhaps, as I felt my
nipples pop to attention, but the breeze felt nice on my body.  I felt my
pussy get a little squishy, and actually felt myself hoping someone would
offer to diddle me in the hallways, but first period wasn't quite over when
I got there, so I walked into health class early and sat down.

   Mrs.  McDonald was sitting at her desk correcting papers when I arrived,
and she waved when I came into the classroom.

   "Good morning, Miss Rose."

   "Hi, Mrs.  McDonald," I answered as I dropped my bag to the floor. 
"What's the plan for today?  More diseases?" She smiled, laughing a bit.

   "Oh, are you looking for another chance with Jason?" she asked.

   Was I that obvious about it?"

   "No, just curious."

   "Well, if you must know, we'll be discussing various sexually
transmitted diseases."

   "Sorry," I joked.  "I don't think I can help you with that one!"

   "We'll see," she answered mysteriously.  I shook my head.  I knew for
certain I had no diseases, and wasn't sure how I could help.

   "Okay, if you say so."

   It was only a few more minutes until the first bell rang, and then
quickly the hallway and then the classroom started filling with students.

   "Hey, Jennifer," I heard.  I turned and saw it was Jason, sporting his
near-constant erection.

   "Hey," I laughed, pointedly glancing at his crotch.  "Happy to see me,
are you?" He blushed a bit, but laughed along with me.

   "You know how it is, everybody wanting to touch me or feel my dick, it
kind of gets to a guy.  Besides, look at you," he said, pointing at my
pointy nipples.

   "It's not what you think it is," I answered haughtily.  "It's kind of
chilly today."

   "You drove here naked?" he gasped.

   "No, but I took my clothes off in the car, and walked from the parking
lot." I rubbed my boobs, which were thankfully starting to lose their
swollen appearance.  From the corner of my eye I saw Jason watching me,
mouth agape, and I couldn't help give him a little bit of a show.

   Wetting my thumb and finger with my tongue, I slowly circled one puffy
nipple with my fingers, tweaking the nub of flesh, keeping it firm and
erect.  I could see Jason's adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed
rapidly.  His eyes were riveted to my tits, and I shook my shoulders
lightly, causing a very nice jiggle, I thought.

   I watched in fascination as his cock bounced up and down with his
excitement, the head more swollen than when he'd come in.  To my
disappointment, when he saw where I was looking, Jason abruptly sat down at
his desk.

   "Hmph," I complained.  "It's okay for you to look but not me?" Jason
blushed, squirming in his seat.

   "It's not that, it's that...  I'm still uncomfortable."

   "About being naked?"

   "No, I mean yeah.  That's still pretty weird, but it's getting better.
But with you...  Jennifer, it's like you're always looking at me and it
makes me feel weird."

   "Jason, that's what The Program is supposed to do, you know.  It's
supposed to make you feel more comfortable in your body!  If we never see
other human bodies, then how are we supposed to understand them, or be more
comfortable around them."

   "Yeah, but..."

   "But what?"

   "Never mind."

   "Jason, I want to help if I can." What was driving him up the wall?  I
didn't understand how he could be so strange around me sometimes!

   "Just drop it."

   "No, Jason, I..."

   "Jennifer!"

   "Tell, me please."

   "Okay, fine.  The Program really weirds me out, because we're supposed
to help each other out and be supportive of each other, and I'm supposed to
be available to answer any questions you might have!"

   "So?  That's what all the people in The Program run into."

   "Yeah, but..."

   "But what?"

   "But not every guy is supposed to help this incredibly gorgeous naked
woman..."

   "Thanks!" I knew it!  I knew it!  He likes me too!  He's maybe a little
shy about it, but I was right!  I just knew he had feelings for me.

   "...  an incredibly gorgeous naked woman, who happens to be his sister!"

   Oh.  Oh!  Damn!

   Chapter Four - Jason

   I can't believe I said that!  Don't get me wrong, Jennifer is no prude,
and she's certainly not a wallflower, but a guy should just not be telling
his sister that he thinks she's hot.  Especially when he's naked, since
it's kind of hard to hide the evidence that way.

   I was horrified.  I didn't want to look at Jennifer, afraid of what
she'd think of me, but knew that would be next to impossible, especially
considering what went on yesterday in Health class.  I didn't think it
would be possible to spend an entire period talking about breast or
prostate cancer again, we'd kind of worn out the topic yesterday, but I
didn't want any part of anything even remotely similar.

   Thankfully the class bell rang, and Mrs.  McDonald stood up from behind
her desk.

   "Settle down, class.  Settle down.  Today we are going to be talking
about STDs.  Who can tell me what that stands for?  Anyone?"

   There was silence in the classroom.  Everyone knew what the initials
stood for, of course, but apparently no one wanted to say.  Suddenly a
voice rang out from the back of the classroom.

   "Stupendously Terrific Derriere?" The class laughed.

   "I...  I don't believe that's right, Mr.  Gervich." She smiled a
tight-lipped smile.  "Anyone else like to venture a guess?"

   "Sexually Talented Dick?" Mrs.  McDonald looked up in surprise, but she
apparently couldn't spot the culprit, instead raised her hand for silence.

   "Suddenly Tumescent Dong?" someone else quipped, before Mrs.  McDonald
had a chance to get the class settled.

   "Class!  That's enough." Even she was laughing a bit, but managed to
pull herself together.  "Does anyone want to tell us the real meaning?" She
gave the class a severe look, daring anyone to make another joke.  Finally
Carol Bloomquist raised her hand.

   "Sexually Transmitted Disease," she said.  "You guys are all a bunch of
perverts," she added, huffing a bit and earning more mocking applause,
which Mrs.  McDonald pointedly ignored.

   "Very good.  Now, today we are going to discuss diseases and how to
prevent them.  Does anyone know of a way to avoid STDs?"

   I raised my hand.  "Condoms?"

   "Of course." She started walking in my direction, and I noticed that in
her hand was an all-to-familiar foil packet.  Surely she didn't want me to
put a condom on in class!

   "Jason, would you please stand up?"

   Shit shit shit!

   I stood, ignoring the jeers from my classmates.  Someone called for a
smaller condom, and I heard another voice request a microscope.  I saw
Jennifer turn and give one of the jokers a dirty look, before quickly
turning back to watch as I quickly tore open the packet and unrolled the
latex rubber.

   I fumbled a bit, but managed to get the condom properly rolled onto my
dick, happy for the first time that I was, as always this week, sporting an
erection.  It would have looked pretty foolish if I'd had to struggle to
get hard, just to demonstrate the prophylactic!

   I noticed as I slipped it on that Jennifer was watching me intently,
even licking her lips, if I wasn't seeing things.  Quickly, once everyone
was satisfied, I pulled it off and sat at my desk.

   "Such a waste," Jennifer said, leaning over and whispering in my ear.

   "What was?" I asked, scarce able to look her in the eye.  She grinned.

   "It's a shame you had to throw away the rubber like that.  I would have
been happy to help you fill it up."

   I blushed, and quickly turned, suddenly very interested in the rest of
the lecture.

   The rest of the class period went by quickly enough, thankfully, and I
grabbed my books and turned for biology, dreading what might be in store.

   I was halfway there when I heard someone calling my name.  I turned and
saw it was Mr.  Jackson waving at me.

   "Mr.  Fields!  Come here a moment."

   I trotted back to where he was standing.

   "Yeah?  What do you need?" I asked, not wanting to run the risk of being
late.

   "Miss Pomeroy would like to see you and Jennifer in her office at once."

   "You just missed Jennifer," I said.  My sister had headed the opposite
direction immediately after class.  "I think she has study hall now."

   "Very good.  Can I trust you to see yourself to the office?"

   "Should I put clothes on?" I asked.  I figured this was about my mom. 
She'd undoubtedly called all sorts of school administrators and was having
Jennifer and me pulled out of The Program.  Why else would Miss Pomeroy
need to see the two of us together?

   "Why would you put clothes on?" a confused Vice-Principal answered. 
"You are still in The Program, are you not?"

   "Yeah, but..."

   "But nothing.  Now, will you be okay getting to the office?"

   "No.  Do I need a pass or anything?" I asked, knowing the second bell
would be ringing before I got there.  He said I didn't and took off for the
cafeteria, where Jennifer ought to be.

   I turned around and headed back toward the principal's office.  Damn it!
I cursed.  I knew as soon as Mom blew her stack last night that this would
happen.  Truth be told, I didn't really mind being pulled out of The
Program.  I wasn't all that thrilled being in it in the first place, but it
would be rather inconvenient to be pulled out a day and a half through it,
not to mention a little strange to have to explain the situation to
everyone.

   I trudged into the office and was mildly surprised to not see my
parents. Maybe this was something entirely different, I mused, but still I
wondered why both Jennifer and I had been summoned.

   The secretary told me I should have a seat and wait, and it wasn't a
minute or two more until Jennifer came in, looking around curiously.

   She saw me sitting and came over.

   "Where's Mom?" she asked.

   "I don't see her either, but she has to be here somewhere, right?"

   "What else could this be about." She thought the same as I did,
obviously.

   I nodded my agreement, and told Jennifer I'd figured the same thing.

   Just then Miss Pomeroy stuck her head out of her office and called us
in.

   "Thanks for coming," she said and waved for us to have a seat.

   "What's this all about?" I asked.

   "And where is our mother?"

   "Your mother?" Miss Pomeroy looked puzzled.

   "Isn't this about our participation in The Program?" I asked, but began
to realize that maybe it wasn't.  Maybe there was a bit of hope after all.

   "Should she be here?" the principal asked.  "Why would she be here?"

   Jennifer and I looked at each other, more curious now than anything
else.

   "I guess..."

   "I just thought that..."

   "Hmph." Miss Pomeroy shook her head.  "Your mother is not here.  I
wanted to meet with the two of you to discuss an outreach possibility."

   "Like being naked at home?" I asked, thinking of my mom.  "That'll never
happen."

   "Or at the mall?" Jennifer asked.  She could have a point.  I'd heard of
that before.  I guess some kids from previous groups had decided to stay
naked after school, and actually went out in public in the nude.

   One girl had even gone to her job at the mall naked, but a couple
customers called the police when they saw her, and she had to put on
clothes.  Apparently some people hadn't heard about The Program.

   "No, although if you choose to do so, it is certainly within the
parameters of the guidelines," Miss Pomeroy said.  "And the unfortunate
incident with Shelly Klein will most certainly not be repeated," her
distaste for the incident obvious.  "You are now free to be naked in public
venues without any interference."

   I hadn't been able to remember her name, but Shelly was the girl who'd
been the cause of all the problems at the mall.

   "So, what is this about then?" I asked.

   "As you know, having a younger sibling in middle school, and having gone
through the classes yourself, sex education is at best a vague experience
for a young adolescent, which is why we have proposed the idea of a
practical demonstration."

   "What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.

   "Yeah, like two people fucking on stage?" I realized what I'd said. 
"Sorry.  Sorry."

   "Not quite," she answered, ignoring my profanity.  "The idea, as
proposed to the school board, is to have one boy and one girl, of age and
consent, be available to the middle school for two days, to answer
questions and act as a living anatomical specimen."

   "You mean talk about sex and let them look at us," I said.

   "Yes, in short.  You would demonstrate the full range of activities and
emotions, from manual and oral stimulation up to..."

   "Wait a minute, you mean real sex?" I was surprised something like this
would even be proposed to the board.  Surely this couldn't have been
approved!

   "Well, certainly not actual penetrating sexual intercourse, but
simulated activities would most likely be required."

   "And the two of us are in your office now, because you want us to be
the...  what did you call them...  living anatomical specimens?" I felt my
hands start to get clammy, as I looked at the principal begin to fidget.

   "I realize this may be somewhat surprising, but it had been hoped that
the two of you would consider the possibility.  I acknowledge it might be a
tad unsettling for the two of you, considering your situation, but it was
our understanding that the two of you are not related by blood.  Is that
correct?" We nodded, and I thought I saw a quick look of relief on Miss
Pomeroy's face, but couldn't be sure.

   What would our mom think?  At least there's no way this would ever
happen.  One thing I was glad of was that Jennifer was the girl, and not
someone who'd actually want to do this with me.  I figured there was no way
she would agree to do this.  I'd be scared to even mention it at home.  So
at least we wouldn't be doing this!  Talk about an explosive situation.

   "What exactly would we have to do?" Jennifer asked.

   Chapter Five - Jennifer

   The look Jason gave me when I asked what we'd need to do was priceless!
I figured our parents would freak and we'd never end up at the middle
school anyway, but I was still curious.

   Miss Pomeroy went on to explain some of the particulars.  We'd need to
be naked of course.  Duh.  I would talk with the girls, and Jason would
talk to the boys, at least for the first part of the day, then we'd talk to
the whole class at once.  She told us to expect questions, and that some of
the kids might ask us for demonstrations.

   "Those requests do not fall under the category of reasonable requests,"
Miss Pomeroy said.  "Reasonable requests can only be made by other high
school students."

   "And teachers, right?" Jason asked.

   "No."

   "What?"

   "All requests from a teacher are to be followed." This was news to me!

   "What if we don't think the request is reasonable?" I asked, a little
nervous.  "What if a teacher wanted me to do something I didn't want to
do?"

   Miss Pomeroy smiled a bit.  "You mean like being naked in school?"

   Okay.  Good point.

   "I mean, besides that." Miss Pomeroy sat for a moment, her arms folded
over her chest, before answering.

   "A teacher may request you to perform any class-related duties.  All
requests are to be considered reasonable, and they will be followed.  Any
complaints will be after the fact, and teachers may be reprimanded for any
activities deemed objectionable." I nodded, supposing we'd have to trust
the teachers to not put us in harm, although I hadn't felt that way
yesterday, marching around in the cold rain.

   Miss Pomeroy finished her description of what to expect at the middle
school, and Jason and I left.  There were only ten minutes left in class,
so we hung out with the study hall kids before heading off to gym.

   Chapter Six - Jason

   That was too weird for words.  Thankfully it wouldn't be a possibility.
Jennifer explained that she'd just been curious, and didn't figure we'd
ever end up doing that, and I had to admit she was probably right. 
Honestly, I was surprised we were still in The Program, but I guess we
were. At least for now.

   So, the two of us went to gym, and it's hard to describe how utterly
distracting it was!  I admit, the fact that I was naked made it more
embarrassing, since it can be quite obvious I have an erection with it
bobbing up and down in front of me, but imagine what the entire class
thought, since Jennifer and I were called up front, to be helpers for our
aerobics unit.

   Just the thought of all those girls watching me jumping up and down like
that, plus the added visuals of a dozen pairs of tits bouncing around, kept
me excited the whole time.

   I think the only thing that made the class period mildly okay was the
fact that I didn't have to watch Jennifer exercising in the nude, since she
was standing right beside me.  I admit I caught glimpses of her tits
swinging around as we led the class, but I tried not to dwell on it.

   I worried a bit about Jennifer, especially about what would happen to
her in the showers, since Justin Miller was back in school today.  The
rumors were right, after all.  He had been tossed around pretty good by Mr.
Lyle the gym teacher, and he had been taken to the police station, although
I hadn't heard if he had been charged with anything.

   Unfortunately the school, in all its wisdom, decided the best thing to
do would be put him back in gym class with Jennifer.  My worries were
alleviated somewhat when Kyle told me he would watch out for her.

   "I'll kill the son of a bitch if he tries anything," he muttered.  Kyle
isn't a big guy, not nearly as bulky as Justin, but I knew he'd be hell in
a fight, what with all his wrestling training.  I was a little worried
about how violent he seemed, but better to have him mad at Justin than mad
at me.

   "Thanks, man.  I appreciate it," I told Kyle as class ended, and I
headed for the showers.

   If I thought I'd had it rough during class, it was nothing to what it
was like in the showers.  All those bouncy tits were now waving proudly at
me, and my dick felt as hard as it had ever been as I soaped myself off in
the shower.

   "Hey," said a small voice behind me.  I turned and saw it was Heather
Carter.  Heather's been a friend for years.  Before she moved, Heather
lived two houses down on our street, and we'd always been good friends.  We
only had this one class together, but she sometimes ate lunch with me,
although she had her own group of friends.

   "Hey Heather.  What's up?" I asked, noticing again what a great body she
had.  Heather was not big-chested by any means, but her breasts were
perfect for her body, probably half the size of a large orange, with pretty
pink nipples.

   She had a slender waist, and her hips and ass were incredible.  I'd
never really looked at her like this before though, and noticed her pussy
was completely shaved, a look that gave her a little girl look, especially
since she didn't have big tits.  I thought she was really hot, but she had
a boyfriend, and I tried to stay away from situations like that.

   "Can I help?" she blurted suddenly.

   "Help?"

   "Well, you've been like that," she said, pointing at my obvious
erection, "since the beginning of class, and I wondered if you needed
help."

   "Like..."

   "I wanna give you relief.  Is that okay?"

   What was I to say to that?  "Sure, I guess.  If you want."

   Before I was finished, Heather had dropped to her knees in front of me,
and reached out with her right hand, grasping the stalk of my dick, and
began stroking me up and down.  After being in a state of arousal for so
long, I knew I wasn't going to last too long, and tried to warn her.

   "Heather, it's not going to take too much to set me off," I gasped, as I
felt her left hand trail under my body and begin fondling my balls.

   "Really?" she said.  "Like, you're going to shoot really soon?" She
looked excited at the prospect, and I wondered how much she had done."

   "Real soon," I said, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash
over me.  Suddenly, I felt my cock engulfed in something warm and wet, and
my eyes snapped open.

   I glanced down and moaned.  Heather had taken almost my entire length in
her mouth, and was trying to force the rest of my shaft past her lips.

   "Fuck, that feels good," I said, grabbing ahold of her wet hair.  I felt
her head move as she started bobbing up and down my length.  I felt her gag
slightly as the tip of my cock brushed the back of her mouth, but she just
pushed harder, and suddenly I felt the rest of my length push further in,
and realized with surprise that she was deep-throating me.

   I'm not a big guy, like I've said before.  There are plenty of cocks
bigger than mine, but still, I knew doing that took some skills.

   "You've done that before," I said, stating the obvious.

   Heather wasn't in any position to nod her head, so made small grunting
noises of acknowledgment.  Her head bobbed back and forth, her tongue
sliding along the underside of my cock, and I felt myself getting close.

   Suddenly, Heather started humming, and my whole cock began buzzing with
the vibrations.

   Too soon, I felt the sperm rush through the length of my cock, and
without any warning I shot into Heather's steaming mouth.

   I've heard bad stories about guys cumming into their girlfriend's mouth
without warning, and expected her to be pissed at me, but Heather moaned
her approval, and began swallowing.  I shot time and time again, since I'd
been building up this load all morning, but eventually Heather got every
drop of my spunk.

   I collapsed against the shower wall, incredibly relaxed, my arousal
definitely sated for the moment, and reached out a hand, helping Heather to
her feet.  She had the kind of a look I've always associated with the
phrase "the cat that ate the canary."

   "I can't believe I got it all," she boasted, opening her mouth and
showing me no traces of the semen I'd just shot.  I nodded, impressed with
her abilities.

   "That was so hot," I said.

   "I know!  I'm all wet, and I never get wet just from giving head," she
sighed, her fingers beginning to trail over her hips and the top of her
bare slit.  I'm so horny!"

   "Can I help?" I offered.

   "Would you?" she asked, eyes glittering with excitement.  "It won't take
long, I'm so on edge right now.  Would you really do me?"

   "Absolutely," I said, fighting the urge to blush, knowing there were
eleven other girls watching us.  "It's the least I can do."

   "Then do it," she said.  I quickly reached out my hand and began running
it over the smooth lips of her pussy.  I flicked over the nub of her clit
and she moaned.

   "I like your pussy," I said, continuing to stroke her fat outer lips,
greasy with her arousal.

   "I shave it," she moaned, thrusting her pelvis against my hips.  She was
working both hands over her tits, pulling and teasing at her nipples,
providing her body more pleasure.

   "It's great," I said sincerely.  "I've never felt anything like it."

   Feeling her slick wetness coating my fingers, I ran one finger up the
length of her slit, and Heather moaned into my ear as I slipped a finger
inside.

   I frigged her tight pussy with my finger, all the while playing with her
clit with my other hand.  As she got closer and closer to her own orgasm,
Heather thrust her hips in time with my finger.  Finally, with a shudder
and high-pitched moan, Heather reached her climax, and I could feel the
muscles in her cunt grabbing and clutching at my finger.

   After letting her rest against me for a moment, I shook Heather by the
shoulder.  Class was almost over, and we were the only two still in the
shower.

   "It's time to go," I whispered gently.  She looked around, seeing we
were along, and gave me a quick kiss.  She ran her tongue lightly over my
lips, but otherwise the kiss stayed friendly.

   "I owe you for that," she said.  "I can barely stand right now, my
muscles are all still quivering."

   I laughed as I grabbed a towel.  We helped each other dry off and I
stood watching as she got dressed.  Watching the ritual of dressing and
primping was almost as exciting as being naked in a shower room full of
girls.  Almost.

   As we walked out of the locker room, I pointed at my crotch.

   "See that?" I questioned.  She looked at my cock for a moment, nodding.
"I've been hard all day, but thanks to your talents, I'm satisfied." She
blushed as she realized I had called her blowjob skills a talent.

   "You don't owe me anything," I said as I headed for lunch.  "We're
even."

   Chapter Seven - Jennifer

   God!  Gym was so weird.  I have to admit I was paying way more attention
to Jason's dick during aerobics than I was to what I was supposed to be
doing.  I think he caught me looking, but he was nice enough to say
anything.

   Regardless, I was really worked up when I had to go and shower with the
guys.  Thankfully, Mr.  Lyle made Justin shower by himself in Mr.  Lyle's
shower, so I didn't have to worry about him.

   Kyle is so cute!  He came up to me as we were walking to the locker
room.

   "Hey, Jennifer!" he called, running to catch up with me.

   "What's up?" I asked.

   "Um...  do you mind if I shower with you?" he asked, blushing bright
crimson.

   "Why, Kyle Becker!  What will Emily think?" Emily Taylor was his
girlfriend, and I knew she'd been jealous of him in the past.

   "Nah.  I told her about it last night."

   "Told her what?"

   "That I might have to protect you in the shower."

   "Protect me from what?  Justin's not here." We were in the changing
area, and I watched as Kyle took off his sweaty shirt and gym shorts.  He
did have a good body.  But I was sure I would be okay.

   "Didn't you notice?" he asked.  I shook my head.  Notice what?  Kyle
tilted his head, motioning behind him.  I looked over his shoulder and saw
three of Justin's buddies, all looking angrily in my direction.

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Thanks." I don't know what they had planned, but they were
definitely up to something.  Maybe protection would be a good thing.

   Kyle smiled, and the two of us hurried into the showers, careful to
stand as close to the door as possible.

   "Sorry guys, I'm giving Jennifer a little relief, if you know what I
mean," Kyle said as the three stooges walked in.  He was?  Oh, right, he
was.  I quickly grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs.

   Kyle gaped at me a bit, but understood what I was doing.  Quickly, and
much more gently than I would have expected from such a jock, he started
diddling my clit, all the while pumping to fingers in and out of my pussy.

   Damn, he was good!

   I felt my nipples tighten, and my juices really started flowing.  When I
get going, my entire chest turns pink, and I know Kyle could see it.  He
had to have been able to, his eyes were glued to my tits.

   I saw he was hard as a rock, and reached down and grabbed his cock.  It
twitched in my hand and I could hear a sharp intake of breath, as Kyle
moaned.

   "Oh fuck," he groaned, thrusting into my fist.  He wasn't as big as some
guys, but his cock was thick.  It's sort of true what they say about size
not being important, but added width can be really good, let me tell you.

   His fingers were driving me wild, his palm slamming into the top of my
pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.  I must have hurt
him, I was jacking on his dick so hard, but he didn't complain.

   We must have made quite a spectacle of ourselves, because everyone had
stopped in their showering and was staring at us.  I noticed quite a few
guys stroking their cocks as they watched us get each other off.  Terry and
Taylor, the school's openly gay couple, were even stroking each other.  I'd
never seen two guys doing it before, but it was pretty hot.  Heck, all
these hard dicks would have had me worked up, even if Kyle hadn't been
giving me the time of my life.

   My legs started to get weak, and my insides turned to jelly as my climax
started, I felt Kyle's dick swell a little bit and suddenly I was getting
squirted on by spurt after spurt of his hot spunk.  He got a little rougher
than I normally like, but he kept pounding into my pussy all through his
orgasm, and near the end he brought me off too.

   I relaxed under the hot water for a bit, washing the sweat off my body.
As I finished, I looked up to see the three stooges still standing there,
just staring at me.  They didn't look pissed anymore, just kind of in awe.
It was kind of funny to look at them, their dicks waving in the air.  I
figured if they were going to do something to me they would have done it
already.

   "See what I do to guys I like?" I asked, and watched as they nodded
dumbly.  "Justin's an asshole," I spat out.  "He deserved everything he got
after yesterday, and so will you if you try anything."

   I didn't wait for an answer, but spun around and grabbed a towel.  I'd
spent so long in the shower that the first bell had already rung.  I was
running late, but I had lunch next so I wasn't too worried.

   I saw Kyle talking with Emily in the hallway.  They were standing pretty
close, their heads touching as they whispered to each other.  I waved as I
passed, but didn't say anything, although Emily gave me a wink and a thumbs
up.

   Chapter Eight - Jason

   I was already eating when Jennifer showed up for lunch.  I saw her
walking towards my table, her neck stretched out as if she was looking for
me.  I waved to catch her attention, and gave a smile when she finally saw
me.

   "Hey, how was the shower?" I asked, hoping everything had gone as
planned for Kyle.

   "Fine," she answered, blushing a little.

   "What happened?" I asked, grinning at her discomfort.

   "What do you think?" she answered, laughing a little.  "Kyle offered to
protect me from the three stooges, and..."

   "Who?"

   "I don't know their names...  three of Justin's friends.  I think of
them as the three stooges.  They're harmless, but they looked kind of
pissed at me, so Kyle offered to keep me company in the showers."

   "Oh?  And what happened."

   "Oh my God!  It's no wonder Emily's so much in love with him.  He has
the most talented hands!"

   "So, it was a better time than yesterday?" I asked, earning a huge laugh
in response.

   "Better, it was so good, I'm just...  wow!" Now that she mentioned it,
Jennifer was still a little flushed in the face.

   "Well, good.  I'm glad to hear that, you know.  What happened yesterday
was wrong."

   "I don't think it's going to happen again, though.  The three stooges
just gaped at me when Kyle was attacking my pussy.  They just stood their,
holding their dicks in their hands, and watched."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "So I told them after we were done that this is how I behave around
civilized gentlemen.  Justin's an asshole, and I think deep down they know
it."

   "That's good.  I'm happy for you.  Sounds like you had just about as
good a time as I did in the shower!"

   "Oh, what happened?" I don't know what I said, but suddenly Jennifer's
face darkened, and she seemed a bit more serious.

   I told her all about Heather giving me a blowjob in the showers, and how
Heather shaved her pussy and how cool it felt.  It was kind of nice,
actually, being able to talk with Jennifer like this.  We'd never been all
that close as step-siblings, and we'd certainly never talked about our
sexual activities in as much detail as we were now.  Maybe this was all
because of The Program.  Who knows, but it felt like Jennifer and I were
growing closer together, and that has to be a good thing, right?

   "I couldn't believe it," I continued, describing Heather's deep-throat
abilities.  "I don't know where she gets her practice, but she managed to
take me all in, all the way to my balls!" I was telling Jennifer all about
fingering Heather to her orgasm when Jennifer suddenly interrupted me.

   "Yeah.  Great.  I gotta go."

   I'm not sure what was wrong, but Jennifer spun around, leaving her tray
of food, and ran out of the cafeteria.

   I ate the rest of my lunch in silence, and packed up and headed toward
choir.

   Choir was no big deal today.  I'd already had one rehearsal this
morning, and since we'd gone over the songs I would be conducting at the
concert, I was just in the middle of the choir.

   After choir, I was heading to study hall when Mr.  Bergerud called me
over.

   "Jason, could I see you for a moment?" he called.  I headed over to his
office, but he had me wait.  He was in the middle of a meeting with Mary
Epstein, a junior girl.  She'd been sick a lot this semester already, and
I'm sure they were talking about her grade.

   Suddenly the door to the office opened with a crash, and Mary came
running out, nearly knocking over.  It was obvious she had been crying, her
cheeks were stained with tears and she sniffled when she spoke.

   "Sorry, Jason," she mumbled softly.  For whatever reason, her voice
seemed ragged to me, but I didn't have a chance to find out what what was
wrong.  "I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow."

   Tomorrow?  I'd almost forgotten.  For the last year, the two of us had
spent Wednesday mornings going over contest material.

   "I'm sorry, Mary.  I'm glad you mentioned it, but I can't make it
tomorrow morning."

   "Why not?" she asked, seemingly ready to break down and cry again.

   "I have to go to the middle school," I explained.  "Jennifer and I are
spending the day there tomorrow, sort of as living models for sex ed.  I'm
not going to be at school all day."

   "Oh.  Okay.  Well, say hi to my sister if you see her, will you?" Mary
had a younger sister, Martha, who was a couple years younger than my
step-sister Samantha.  I wasn't sure which classes would be involved in the
lessons, but told her I'd look for Martha.  Mary nodded and turned to leave
just as Mr.  Bergerud came out of his office.

   "Just think about what I said," he called to Mary, who turned and looked
him, nodding slowly as she continued out the door.

   "What's up with her?" I asked.  It wasn't like her to be so sad,
although I didnt' know what the two had been discussing.  Mary was usually
a fairly peppy girl.  She didn't have the best voice in the world, but she
loved to sing, and usually made up for any deficiencies by practicing
harder than anyone in the choir, myself included.  Mr.  Bergerud sighed
before answering.

   "We a little chat about grades.  I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of
bad news for her, but she's missed so many classes this semester that the
most I can give her is a passing grade."

   That was something new.  Mary was one of the top students in our class,
and was fighting for one of the top few spots.  I knew she wouldn't be
happy with anything less than an "A."

   "What about extra credit?" I asked.  "She practices with me all the
time. That has to be worth something, doesn't it?"

   He sighed, running his hand through his thinning hair.  I knew he was
getting close to retirement, but wasn't quite sure how old he was.  He
seemed more tired than he normally did, more weathered somehow.  I felt
kind of sorry for him.  I know he used to teach college in another state,
and wasn't sure how he ended up teaching high school choir, but it had to
be depressing for him.

   "Extra credit?" He shook his head sadly.  "I can accept some, but it's
just not adequate.  I offered Mary a couple different options she has if
she wants her grade to improve, but she didn't seem like she was
interested."

   "What would she have to do?"

   "More than she's willing," was all he would say.  We stood there for a
moment, each lost in our own thoughts, before Mr.  Bergerud waved me into
his office.  I took a chair and waited for him to speak.

   "How are you holding up, Jason?" he asked, looking at me intently.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean with The Program?  Is it difficult for you?  Are things okay?"

   "It's fine, I suppose," I told him, wondering how much I should say. 
Surely he didn't need to know about me getting a blowjob in gym class! 
"There are a lot of things going on that I never would have expected," I
continued.  "It was really weird for me yesterday in here, standing naked
in front of the whole choir, but I'm getting a little more used to it."

   "How is Jennifer handling it?" he asked.

   "I don't know.  Pretty good.  Better than me, I think.  Why?"

   "She wasn't in choir today."

   "Really?  I just ate lunch with her.  Do you know where she is?" I
asked, concerned that something may have happened to her.

   "I called down to the office, and was told she was seeing Ms Becker, but
not what was wrong with her."

   That was something to be concerned about.  Ms Becker was Kyle's mom, but
was also the school nurse.  Something must be wrong with Jennifer.

   "And they didn't tell you anything at all?" I asked.

   "No.  No one seemed at all panicked about it, but that's not unusual,"
he said.  "My concern is that her problem stems from some problem she's
been having with The Program.  Perhaps the experience has been too
difficult for her.  Did she seem physically okay when you ate lunch with
her?"

   "Sure," I answered, nodding.  "She seemed a little moody though."

   "Oh?  Did she say why?"

   I shook my head.  I'd been wondering the same thing, but hadn't figured
it out yet.  Mr.  Bergerud looked at me for a moment.

   "Do you think she's okay?" I asked, uncomfortable with the silence.

   "Yes, yes.  I'm sure she's fine, and you'll be first to hear if she's
not." He looked at the clock.  "What class do you have next?" he asked,
"I'll write you a pass."

   He wrote up a quick pass to my study hall while we talked about the
concert coming up.

   This was just what I needed, I thought as I walked back to the
cafeteria. I was feeling really good about today, but all of a sudden I'm
worried about all this stuff.  I figured Mary was just worried about her
grades, but had no clue what to think about Jennifer.

   I was so preoccupied during study hall that even the two freshmen girls
wanting to play with my cock didn't excite me at all, and they quickly left
when they saw I wasn't getting hard.

   Needless to say, I didn't get much studying done.

   Chapter Nine - Jennifer

   I'm sorry, okay?  I know that was really unfair of me, especially since
I've been teasing Jason almost nonstop for the last two days, but when I
heard that Heather Carter gave him a blowjob in the showers, I couldn't
handle it, even though she's one of my favorite people and one of my
teammates on the volleyball squad.  I was sick to my stomach and felt like
I was going to throw up.

   It was totally rude of me, especially since there's no reason Jason
should think of me that way, but I want him to, and I don't know how to
tell him.  I've said before, I've almost dropped to my knees a couple times
this week and hoovered him myself, but it never seemed appropriate, and now
Heather does it.

   So I just left and wandered the halls for a bit.  I couldn't face him in
choir, I was sure of that, so I found myself walking to the nurse's
station.

   Kyle's mom Denise is the school nurse and I like her a lot, and figured
if nothing else I'd be able to get a pass out of choir.  It didn't look
like she had any visitors when I walked in, but I knocked on the door.

   "Mrs Becker?" I called out.  She was sitting at her desk reading a
magazine, and smiled when she saw me.

   "Hello Jennifer," she said, waving me into the office.  "What brings you
here today?"

   I suddenly felt a little foolish.  What was I going to say?  "I love my
brother and want him to fuck me?" I didn't think that would cut it.

   "I don't feel too good," I finally mumbled, looking down at the floor.
For some reason I noticed that one of my toes needed a new coat of polish.

   "Oh.  Are you running a fever?" Ha!  My pussy's burning up, but I don't
think that's what she was talking about.  I shook my head.

   "I don't think so, but my stomach's kind of upset, and I have a
headache." At least that wasn't a lie.

   "Well, have a seat and I'll take a look at you."

   Let me say one thing.  Whoever designed those stupid paper rolls on
doctor's exam tables did not have naked people in mind.  Talk about cold!

   Mrs.  Becker took a look at my eyes and ears, took my temperature and
all that stuff.  I hate to admit it, but she had really soft hands and
smelled really good, and I kind of felt myself getting a little turned on
when she listened to my heartbeat.  I was afraid to look down, but I think
my nipples about popped when the stethoscope touched me.  She smiled a
little when I jumped at the contact, and I know I blushed a little.

   "Well, you seem okay," she started and I think I frowned.  I had to get
out of choir!  "Jennifer?  Is everything okay?"

   I shrugged.  This wasn't going the way I'd planned at all!  "I dunno," I
said.  "I just don't feel well..."

   "Is there anything you want to talk about?" she asked gently.  Mrs. 
Becker put away her notebook and pencil and sat down beside me.  It wasn't
a big exam table, so our hips were touching.  I squirmed a little but had
nowhere to go.

   "I don't think I can tell you," I started, but stopped when she shook
her head.

   "If there's something wrong I think I need to know.  Is it a problem
with The Program?" she asked.

   "How did you know..."

   "Most people don't walk into my office already naked, dear.  I just
assumed."

   Duh.  Stupid.  Of course I was in the program.

   "Kinda.  It's not really The Program, but...  I don't know, Mrs. 
Becker." I was failing miserably here.  I just couldn't tell her what was
going on!  I was a little surprised when she took my hand.  She squeezed my
hand a little, for reassurance.

   "Call me Denise," she said.  "Maybe if you think of me as a friend, and
not a nurse, it will help you tell me what's wrong.  Then, maybe the nurse
can figure out how best to help you?  Sound okay?" I nodded, cause it did
seem logical.  "Good," she said, patting me on the thigh.  I tensed, when
she let her hand rest there for a moment, but continued.

   "Well, it's...  Mrs.  Beck...  Denise.  I don't know how to tell you. 
There's this guy, and..."

   "Oh my.  A boy," she tittered lightly, then stopped when I blushed. 
"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I haven't had boy problems for quite some time." Her
husband, Tom Becker had died about six years ago.  He had been an Army
captain, and had died in a training exercise when a shell mortar flew way
off line and crashed into his tent.  She had never remarried, but seemed
happy with Kyle and Megan, her eight year-old.

   "Yeah, I guess it's boy problems," I said, laughing.  "I like this boy,
and I think he kind of likes me, for whatever reason he won't do anything
about it, and it's not as if there's any reason why he shouldn't like me,
it's not like it's illegal.  We're really not related..." Shit shit shit
shit!  I said too much, and I knew it.

   "Oh.  Jason?" I nodded, sure she was going to tell me how rotten I was.
Instead she put her arm around me shoulders and pulled me close.  I again
squirmed a little bit in her grasp, but I was trapped.  Our boobs were
squishing together, and I thought I heard her sigh as my own hand rested on
her leg.  She was wearing a white skirt, and I could feel her muscles tense
and relax under the material.

   "Yeah, it's Jason," I whispered.  She looked at me, a bundle of nerves
and anxiety, and laughed!

   "It's okay," she said.  "I'm not laughing at you," she said quickly when
she saw the hurt look on my face.  "You're right.  The two of you really
aren't related, but would it surprise you if Jason looked at you like a
sister?" I shook my head.  Of course it wouldn't.  We'd been living like
brother and sister for so long.

   "What should I do?  I just want him to notice me."

   "Oh, I think he notices you," she answered.  Denise pulled back and
looked at me intently.  "I think it very likely he notices all of you," she
said.  "You're a very hard girl to miss, Jennifer.  Especially with those
leading the way," she pointed at my boobs.

   Oh my God.  I felt her eyes on me, but was too nervous to look at her.
What was happening to me?  When she put her hand on my leg and when I felt
her boob press into me, I got all squishy and wet.  What if I started
leaving little wet trails on her exam table?  I'm sure the paper wasn't
meant for those?

   "It's okay," she said quietly, patting me on the leg.  "It's okay.  I
don't really know what to tell you," she said conspiratorially.  "I've
never had the hots for my brother."

   "What?" I blurted, but she just laughed.

   "I'm just teasing, Jennifer.  You're a beautiful girl," she said,
sighing a little.  "A very beautiful girl, and anyone would be glad to have
you.  Anyone." Anyone?  Did she mean she wanted me too?

   "So should I tell him?" I choked out, not wanting to think of that
possibility!  I liked boys, dammit!  Although I had to admit she was really
cute like that.  I think I know why guys have such a thing for nurses.

   "You should.  But you don't want to be too obvious about it, right?" I
nodded, I'd seen what coming on too strong could do.  I'd scared him off by
being too forward.

   "So, subtle is the key?" I asked.  She nodded, laughing a little.

   "It's funny," she said.  "Normally I would have told you to dress up to
show off your best assets." She giggled and then shocked me by reaching out
and lightly brushing my nipple, sending a shiver through my body, which she
definitely noticed.  "But there's no point in dressing up when you can just
flaunt everything, is there?"

   My pussy was turning into a puddle, and when she brushed my other boob,
every nerve in body jumped, screaming "touch me!" I think she noticed the
wild look in my eyes.  If she didn't stop now I was going to attack her,
woman or not.  School nurse or not.  She pulled her hand away with one last
look, and we both jumped a bit when the bell rang.  Suddenly she was back
to Mrs.  Becker, professional school nurse.

   "Does that help?" she asked and I nodded.

   "It does.  I just have to tell him," I stated firmly.

   "Good for you.  Now, you better hurry and get to class." She wrote me a
pass in case I was late and I headed out the door.  I realized I hadn't
said thank you and was turning around to tell her, but the words stuck in
my throat.

   To my horror I had left a little wet spot on the exam table, and I
stared as Mrs.  Becker reached down and ran her finger through it.  I
watched, fascinated as she brought her hand to her lips, and ran her tongue
over the tip of her finger, tasting my juices.  My pussy gave a little
spasm as she sucked the finger into her mouth.

   I spun around before she saw me and hurried off to art, my mind spinning
out of control.

   Chapter Ten - Jason

   I was finally able to talk to Jennifer just before art.  She came
speeding down the hallway just before the second bell was about to ring.

   "Hey," I said as she slid past me into the classroom.

   "Hey, Jason," she said and gave me a big hug.  Her tits squashed flat
against my chest, and I could feel the soft hair of her pussy mound as she
bumped against my thigh.  I could feel my cock responding, and squirmed out
of her grasp, and put my hand on her shoulder before she could feel the
beginnings of my erection.

   "You okay?" I asked.  "I've been worried about you .  Where were you in
choir?"

   "I...  I wasn't feeling that great and went to see the nurse."

   "Oh, is everything...  was anything wrong?"

   "Yeah.  Probably something I ate," she answered, shrugging her
shoulders.

   We took our seats.  Like yesterday, there were two chairs in the front
of the classroom, but today there were no models.

   "It seemed silly," said Miss Danforth, stepping to the front of the
class, "to hire professional models, when we have two lovely specimens
already walking among us in the nude." She looked over to where Jennifer
and I were sitting, her eyebrows raised in question.  "Would the two of you
be willing to pose for us?" she asked.

   I looked at Jennifer and she nodded.  We quickly got up and went to
stand by the teacher.

   "How did you want us posed?" Jennifer asked.  Miss Danforth thought for
a moment, before pulling me to the chair.

   "Jason, sit in the chair like this," she said, positioning me so my
right leg was almost straight out in front of me, while my left was in a
more normal sitting position.  "Jennifer," she continued.  "Sit on Jason's
leg, aimed across his body."

   Jennifer sat down lightly on my leg, her hands demurely positioned in
her lap.

   "No," Miss Danforth said, looking critically at our positioning. 
"Jennifer, reach your right arm around Jason's neck.  You'll need to lean
against his chest to be a bit more comfortable." Jennifer leaned against
me, while I sat there awkwardly.

   "What should I do?" I asked, feeling everyone's eyes on me.

   "Why don't you try resting your left hand on her hip," Miss Danforth
suggested.  I did and she surveyed our tableau, eventually satisfied with
her work, then turned to address the class.

   "Students," she said.  "Unlike yesterday, Jennifer and Jason are not
professional models.  I am assuming this is their first time doing
something like this.  Correct?" she asked, turning back to us.  We nodded,
it certainly was!

   "You may find," she continued, "that during the course of their posing
Jason may develop an erection.  If this is true, then draw it.  Your goal
today as artists is to draw what you see.  Is that clear?  Are there any
questions?" The class appeared ready, so she turned back to us.  "You may
feel the need for a break.  Posing can be a rigorous job.  It demands
precise positioning and a willingness to bear a bit of discomfort, but you
must not move if at all possible.  Is that clear?" We nodded, and Miss
Danforth motioned the class to begin.

   Thankfully, because of the positioning, our heads were close together,
and Jennifer and I were able to hold a conversation without disturbing our
pose.

   "This is kind of hot, huh?" Jennifer asked.  Her left hand was draped
between our bodies, and was resting on my stomach, much too close to my
dick for my comfort.  I gulped and nodded.  "Are you getting hard?" she
asked, a twinkle in her eye.

   What was she doing?  I groaned inwardly.

   "You know I am," I answered.  Why does she keep teasing me?  To my
horror, her hand slid down my front, until her fingers rested in the top
curls of my pubic hair.  My cock gave a lurch, and Jennifer giggled as she
stroked my abdomen, my face red as my shaft elongated and swelled.

   I saw Jennifer's eyes quickly move to the teacher before her cool
fingers wrapped around the crown of my dick.  I groaned into her shoulder
as she massaged my engorged flesh.

   "Is this for me?" she asked, grinning slightly.  Before I could move, we
heard a voice from the other side of the room.

   "Is there a problem?" Miss Danforth asked.  "I need you to remain
perfectly still."

   "No problem," answered Jennifer.  "Jason had an itch and I tried to
scratch it for him.  Sorry," she said.

   "Hmmm," was all the teacher said.  Finally she nodded.r "Continue, but
please, try to remain motionless."

   "Stop it," I hissed as quietly as I could.  "That's not nice."

   "Party pooper," Jennifer answered, but she let go of my dick, for which
I was thankful.  We didn't talk any more, but I became aware of every tiny
movement Jennifer made.  Her breasts pressing against my chest, the heat
from her pussy as she sat lightly in my lap.  My eyes nearly popped from
their sockets, I'm sure, when I saw her nipples had swollen to twice their
normal size.

   Jennifer saw me looking and giggled as I watched her tits jiggle in
front of my face.  I closed my eyes and groaned.  I didn't know how much
more of this I could handle, but was saved when Miss Danforth finally
called a halt to the class.

   "That's enough for today," she said.  "You two may break the pose," she
said to us, and I quickly helped Jennifer off my lap.  I'd forgotten about
my erection, but it didn't escape Miss Danforth's attention.

   "I'm sorry, you seem to be in a rather...  excited state at the moment.
Did you need someone to give you relief?"

   Jennifer looked at me expectantly, but I shook my head.  "It's okay," I
answered.  "School's almost over." Jennifer looked disappointed, but didn't
say anything about it.

   "Sorry about that," I said to her as we packed up our books.

   "Sorry about what?" she answered.

   "My dick."

   "Oh.  I thought it was a nice compliment," she said, smiling at me.

   "What?  No...  it's just that you were sitting there naked.  It wasn't
about you at all," I tried to assure her, not wanting Jennifer to think I
was the kind of guy that perved on his sister.

   I just don't understand women apparently.  Hearing my words, Jennifer
quickly spun and stalked out of the class.

   What does she want me to say?  I have no idea, but I'm obviously not
saying it.

   Chapter Eleven - Jennifer

   I was confused and angry after art class.  I felt like I was throwing
myself at Jason and all he did was let me down easy.  I didn't want him to
let me down, I wanted him to go down on me!  How much more obvious could I
make it?  I just didn't understand.

   Was I just another girl to him?  Or was I his sister?

   I was totally confused about it as I went to volleyball practice. 
Practice was cut short all this week, because of the big match coming up on
Wednesday.  All it would take is one more win and we'd be in the state
finals.  Everybody seemed to think we had a good chance, but it was going
to take our absolute best effort.

   I guess rules are rules, so after practice I had to shower in the boys
locker room, which was weird, because I was all alone.  I thought about how
Jason reacted every time I was around him.  Specifically, he'd get a huge
hard-on, and decided I just had to tell him how I felt.

   Jason always has an extra choir practice before and after school on
Tuesday, so I headed down to the choir room to wait for him.

   As I walked down the halls I saw a couple other people who should have
been in the rehearsal, which I assumed got out early.  As I neared the
choir room, however, I heard voices and slowed, thinking an extra session
was going on.

   "Oh, God that's good.  Just like that," I heard from inside.  It was a
girl's voice, and I peeked around the corner to see what was going on, and
my heart almost broke.

   I couldn't tell it was him at first, but it was obviously Jason, and he
had his head buried between Lori Cambell's thighs, licking her pussy like
there was no tomorrow.  The were locked in a 69, and she looked like she
had his entire dick down her throat and was licking his balls.  To be
honest, I was impressed, because she's a small girl and Jason's a big boy,
if you know what I mean.

   If I wouldn't have been so upset, it would have been pretty hot, and I
found myself watching Lori as she squeezed her tits around Jason's dick,
letting him fuck her boobs.  He sprayed all over her face and chest, and I
almost ran into the trash can hurrying out of there so he wouldn't see me.

   I was a complete wreck when I got home.  Thankfully Samantha and Mom
weren't anywhere to be seen, so I could mope around the house without
anyone asking me any questions.  I heard Jason come in, but closed the door
to my room as quietly as I could.  I heard him calling for me, but didn't
answer.  After acting like a fool around him all day, he was the last
person I wanted to have see me crying.

   The rest of the evening was quiet and uncomfortable.  Mom dropped
Samantha off, but had to work an evening shift, so at least she was gone. I
wanted to watch some television, but Jason and Dad were down there, and I
didn't want to be around anyone, so I went up to my room and read a book.
Eventually I got tired and went to bed.

   WEDNESDAY

   Chapter One - Jason

   Oh man, I can't tell you what a wreck I was when I woke up this morning.
I still wasn't sure what was going on with Jennifer, although I think I was
starting to get the picture, and it made me a little uneasy.  For some
reason I woke up this morning, and the first thought that popped into my
head was "she's in love with you, dummy," and suddenly things started to
fall into place.

   A lot of the things Jennifer had been doing were clearly the behavior of
a girl in love with a guy, and it made me kind of nervous.  I loved her as
a sister, and I had to admit that she was a beautiful girl, and given the
right circumstances I could easily fall in love with her.  Hell, half the
guys in our class had lusted after her at some point, even that fool Justin
Miller had asked her out.  I could see the appeal, and if I was truthful, I
was even jealous.

   And of course, I realized it was my own problem dealing with the whole
brother-sister relationship, and that we weren't really related.  It
occurred to me that Jennifer, had I not viewed her as a sister for so long,
would have been the first girl I would have wanted to ask out.  She was
smart, funny, beautiful, athletic, she was everything I looked for in a
girl.  Plus, I knew she wanted me too, always a plus in my book!

   I had almost convinced myself that I was in love with her, when a shiver
ran down my spine.  It was all well and good to imagine the two of us as a
happy couple.  But...  what if I was wrong?  What if somehow the fact that
we were in The Program was making her behave differently from how she
normally would?  What if I was completely off my rocker?  What if that
isn't how she felt about me at all?

   What a horrible mistake that would be, but one I could deal with.  I
hoped.

   What made me more nervous was the idea that our mom still hadn't
complained to the school district.  So she didn't know that Jennifer and I,
in just a couple hours, were going to be naked in front of an entire class
of middle school kids, teaching them all about sex.

   If she wasn't pissed before, she would be when she found out.

   When I went to the kitchen for breakfast, Jennifer and Mom were already
there, but they weren't talking very much.

   "Good morning, Jason," said Jennifer, and Mom looked up from her bowl of
fruit and nodded.

   "Hey," I answered, still a little distracted.  I'd been up kind of late,
worrying and thinking about today, and life in The Program in general, and
probably wasn't in the best of moods.

   "So what are your plans for today?" Mom asked, looking at the two of us.

   I paused, a piece of toast halfway to my mouth, and looked at Jennifer.
She had her head buried in her hands, and wasn't looking.

   "We're...  ah...  we're going to the middle school today," I answered,
quickly taking a large bite of my toast.  If my mouth was full, I figured,
then I wouldn't be able to spill the beans.

   "Oh?" she looked surprised.  "What are you doing there?"

   I saw Jennifer looking at me for help, but I just motioned that my mouth
was full.  She sighed before answering.

   "Sex ed." She said it very quietly, and it took Mom a little while to
understand her.  If I hadn't known what we were doing, I don't think I
would have had a clue as to what she'd said.  To my surprise, Mom didn't
look all that upset.

   "Oh," she said, very noncommittal, and took another bite of fruit. 
"What will you be doing?" she asked, again looking to me for answers.

   "Um.  Demonstrating.  I guess.  Not sex." Jennifer glanced up quickly at
me a look of horror on her face, and I cringed.  Why did I say that?

   "Pardon?" That had obviously caught our Mom's attention, and I blushed
under her gaze.  Me and my big mouth.  I glanced at Jennifer, who somehow
was managing to laugh at my predicament and look worried at the same time.
I shot her a glare before answering.

   "I mean, I think we're just supposed to be up on stage so the kids can
get a look at us...  and stuff," I stammered.  She didn't seem happy with
my answer, of course.

   "Why can't the teachers just show a film, and what is this "and stuff"
you mentioned?" Her eyebrows were raised in a question, and she looked
ready to blow a gasket, so I answered slowly.

   "I think the district saw this as an opportunity to show them...  to
show the kids what a real person looks like, and not just a drawing in a
book.  And I think we'll answer questions, about what we think and feel and
how we react to stuff."

   "More "stuff" huh?" She shook her head slowly, and said something I
didn't catch, but Jennifer did.

   "It's not like that, Mother!" Her eyes were on fire, almost blazing in
their intensity.  "It's not dirty and filthy.  It's just a body.  You have
one!  I have one!  Samantha has one too, and this is supposed to show her
what to expect, which is more than you've ever done!  God!" Jennifer threw
her hands up, before jumping out of her chair and rushing out of the room.

   To my shock, Mom seemed to ignore Jennifer's outburst and went back to
reading her newspaper while she speared the last pieces of fruit from her
bowl.  She was ignoring me too, so I took the opportunity to drink the last
of my juice and get out of the kitchen.

   It was almost time for us to head out, so I went looking for Jennifer.
The door to her room was closed so I knocked on it.  I didn't hear a
response, so knocked again.

   "I said go away," I heard Jennifer's voice, quiet and ragged, as if
she'd been crying.

   "It's me," I said through the door.  There was a long pause before she
answered.

   "Come in.  It's open." I turned the knob and opened the door and froze.

   Chapter Two - Jennifer

   I ran out of there as fast as I could, as mad as I've ever been at my
mom.  She just doesn't understand what's going on, and it isn't fair.  I
went to my room and had a little cry, but the more tears fell, the angrier
I got, and I finally sat up and decided no more acting like a little girl.
I'm an adult now, and I can make my own choices.

   But if she's going to act like a bitch then I'm going to give her a
reason to.  I can't believe she had the nerve to act like I'm some bimbo
who's walking around school naked just to get my kicks.  I have to admit
it's exciting, but The Program is more than that, at least it has been so
far.

   So if she's going to treat me as if I'm just using my body in all of
this, then she's going to get an eyeful.  She didn't understand what was
going on at school, so I was going to show her, and stripped out of my
clothes, which is when someone knocked on the door.

   "Go away," I said kind of hoarsely, my throat still rough from crying.
Whoever it was didn't pay attention, and I called out again, figuring it
was my mom, but then Jason called out through the door.

   "It's me."

   "Come in," I answered.  "It's open." The door opened and he stuck his
head through the opening, and his eyes about bugged out of their sockets.

   "Ah...  sorry...  I didn't..." he stammered, and I had to fight the urge
to giggle at his expression.

   "Get in here," I motioned him in.  Slowly, looking everywhere but at my
body, he came into the room, quickly closing the door behind him, and I
heard a sharp click as he locked the door.

   "What...  what are you doing?" he asked, clearly not wanting to be in my
room.

   "Jason, it's okay.  Jason.  Look at me." Slowly he raised his head,
although he moved fairly rapidly over my pussy and tits, and went straight
to my face.  Such a gentleman, but dammit, I want him to look at me like a
woman!

   "What?" he asked.  I sighed, not knowing how much I should say.  I
didn't know what was going to freak him out or not, but I had to tell him,
and it had to be now.

   "I decided I'm not going to live my life scared of her," I started,
seeing how Jason reacted.  He nodded slowly, and I took a deep breath and
continued in a rush.  "I'm not going to pretend I don't have a body, which
she seems to be doing, and you seem to be doing it too.  Jason, I'm just
another girl and you need to understand that it's okay to look at me that
way.  I'm not embarrassed when you get hard looking at me.  I've said I
think it's a compliment, and it gets me hot and bothered knowing you look
at me that way, because I look at you that way too." I paused suddenly,
trying to gauge his reaction, but he was like a wall, not giving anything
away.

   "Oh?" was all he said, and I wanted to scream.

   "Yes!  Come here.  Jason, come here.  Please?" I pleaded, but he stood
very still in the middle of the room, so I walked over to him and took his
hand, which was trembling slightly.

   I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed each finger very slowly, as
sensuously as I could.  This was all new to me.  I'd never tried to seduce
anyone before, and wouldn't be able to live with myself if I screwed it up.

   "I'm in love with you," I said softly between kisses.  "I have been for
a long time." Another kiss.  "And I think you like me too." Kiss kiss. 
"But you're shy about it." Kiss.  I'd run out of fingers and just held his
hand, looking expectantly at him, hoping for some sign.  He tried to pull
away, but I held him tightly.  Please God, don't let him run on me!

   "Jennifer...  we're brother and..."

   "No we're not!  Don't think like that!  Don't think with your head. 
God! Why can't you be like other guys and think with your little head." I
glanced down and he squirmed under my gaze.  I could see the outline of his
erection pushing through the fabric of his slacks, and fought the urge to
run my fingers over the sizable bulge.  "I think your little head is saying
"yes" while your big head is screaming "no" to me.  Right?" He nodded,
taking a deep breath.

   "It doesn't feel right," he said, shrugging his shoulders.  Desperately,
I pressed my body against his.  His dick pressed against my stomach, and I
felt my tits flatten as I molded myself against his chest.  Slowly I took
his hand and lowered it to my pussy, which had been dripping with my
arousal ever since he came into the room.

   "See how wet I am for you?" I asked, manipulating his fingers around my
slick folds.  "Feel how much I want you?  I want you so badly, and I can
tell you want me too," I said as I dropped my hand to his shaft, giving the
engorged flesh a squeeze.  I saw a look of concentration in his eyes when
suddenly something inside Jason snapped and he pulled his hand away from
mine.

   I thought I'd lost him then, I feared I'd screwed up badly, but to my
delight he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

   "This is really scary," he whispered into my hair, and I could feel his
hot breath against my scalp.  I tilted my head up, staring him in the eyes.
I shook my head.

   "It's not for me," I said, smiling.  "Not even a little bit, because I
love you.  I love you."

   He relaxed then, and our embrace became more sensual.  I felt like
jumping up and down as I felt his hands move over the skin of my back.  His
fingers traced down my spine, feeling every muscle, every rib, until at
last his hands came to rest on the cheeks of my ass.  I flexed, and felt
his hands grip and caress each muscle.  God, finally...  it felt so good!

   I reached up and gave him a little kiss on the lips, and it was
electric. I felt a bolt of electricity go straight to my gut and zap my
pussy, and I know he felt something too judging by the look in his eyes.  I
moaned and my lips parted and I snaked my tongue out and traced a wet line
around his mouth.  He opened to let me in and we stood there, our tongues
dueling for what seemed like hours.

   Finally breaking the kiss I backed away, panting slightly.  My nipples
were hard and I could see Jason's face was flushed with his own arousal. 
He reached for my breast, and oh God I wanted to feel his hands on me, but
I looked at the clock and saw the time.

   "I'm sorry," I whimpered as I kissed him roughly on the mouth, putting
as muh of myself into it as I could.  "We have to go." He groaned in
disappointment, but nodded as well.

   "I suppose," he answered.  "God, we're going to be in front of a class
like this.  I don't know...  it's going to be hard," he said.  I giggled,
patting the front of his pants, finally laughing out loud as he squirmed
under my touch.

   "I hope it's hard," I said.  "I think that's what they're hoping for."
Finally he laughed and I started to move to the door.

   "Jennifer," he said, and I turned to look at him.  "Are you sure you
want to walk out of here naked?  Mom will just blow up." I shook my head.

   "I don't care," I answered, and I didn't.  "This is what The Program is
all about.  I shouldn't have to be ashamed of my body, and I shouldn't have
to be scared, because there shouldn't be anything to be scared of."

   "Don't be so sure," he grumbled.  "Right now I want to throw you down on
the bed and ravage you." I flashed him a smile and continued to the door,
swaying my hips a bit more than necessary.  I turned and giggled, seeing
his eyes plastered to my ass.

   "That doesn't scare me either," I said.  "Not even a little bit."

   Chapter Three - Jason

   Thankfully, we managed make it out of the house and into Jennifer's car
without being seen, but that sure didn't last long.  It wasn't a long drive
to the middle school, and suddenly we were faced with the walk across the
parking lot into the building.

   As I was getting out of the car, Jennifer grabbed my arm.  I paused and
smiled, looking back at her.

   "Walk with me?" she asked.  What was I going to do?  Leave her in the
car.

   "Of course," I answered, as reassuringly as possible.  I had a thought,
and without another word started stripping out of my clothes.

   "Jason!" she gasped.  "What are you doing?" I grinned.

   "If you can do it, I can do it too," I answered.  "Besides, we're going
to be naked pretty soon as it is, right?"

   It was all worth it as she jumped out of the car and ran around to my
side.  She threw her arms around me and gave me another big hug, kissing me
fiercely, but pulled away when she felt my dick start to respond.

   "Uh uh," she said, wagging a finger.  "Can't have that yet.  Don't want
to scare the children." I laughed, and sighed as she took my hand in hers
as we walked into the building.

   And just about ran into a horrified-looking Samantha.

   I didn't notice, but turned my head around when I heard a small scream.

   "Oh my God!" she yelled and without another word ran off down the
hallway.  Jennifer tried to go after her, but I held tight to her hand, and
we watched as Samantha skidded around a corner out of sight.

   "It'll be okay," I said.  "Who knows, she might even be in the class."
Jennifer flushed a bit at that, but nodded.  "Now, let's go see the
principal."

   It was amusing to see the looks we got as we made our way to the office.
In the two days since we'd started The Program, I think the two of us had
gotten used to the idea of parading around in the buff, but the biggest
difference was in how other people were looking at us.

   The middle school crowd was obviously not well-prepared for our naked
entrance, and I began to have second thoughts about leaving our clothes in
the car.  What if this wasn't exactly what they'd had in mind?  Jennifer
must have sensed my concern, and patted my arm.

   "It's fine," she whispered as we reached the principal's office,
startling the secretary with our sudden appearance.  Her eyes widened as
she realized we were naked, and I quickly introduced us.

   "I'm Jason, and this is Jennifer.  We're here about the sex education
classes."

   "You're naked," she stammered, reaching for the phone on her desk.

   "We're in The Program," Jennifer answered.  We sat down while the
secretary had a whispered conversation into the phone.  She must have been
satisfied by whatever explanation she received as she relaxed visibly and
waved us to a door a little bit down the hall.

   "Just go right through that door and you'll be met," she said, relieved
to have us out of her office.

   We headed the direction she'd pointed, and knocked when we reached a
closed door.

   "Come in," we heard a muffled voice through the door and opened it,
stepping inside.  To my surprise, it was the school nurse, Mrs.  Becker,
sitting with the middle school principal, Mr.  Klein.

   "Welcome," he said, waving us to a set of chairs.  "I see you came
prepared," he joked.  We smiled and took our seats as he shuffled some
papers around on his desk.  Jennifer leaned over and had a quick
conversation with Mrs.  Becker.  I couldn't catch what they were saying,
but Jennifer seemed happy and Mrs.  Becker smiled broadly at whatever
Jennifer had to say.

   "What was that about?" I asked, leaning to speak into Jennifer's ear. 
She shook her head, refusing to tell me.

   "Okay, are we ready?" Mr.  Klein spoke up, his voice loud in the quiet
office.  We quickly faced him and nodded.  "Good.  There has been a slight
change in our plans," he continued.  "It was originally intended to have
you sit in on one of our classes, but a few teachers and parents have
complained, and there's been a change."

   "So we're not doing anything today?" I asked, a bit relieved.  I didn't
mind missing the class, but wasn't sure this was all that great an idea.

   "Oh no...  we've set you up in the auditorium.  You'll be in front of
the entire school." We must have looked shocked at his words and he
chuckled.  "Get it all over with at once, right?"

   Jennifer and I stared at each other, before silently agreeing.

   "Wonderful," he said, clapping his hands.  "Let's get started then,
shall we?  Mrs.  Becker has agreed to fit you into her lesson plans, but
I'll leave the particulars of that up to the three of you.  Agreed?" We
nodded, and were quickly dismissed.

   Thankfully it was between periods, and the three of us traveled down the
hallway to the school auditorium in relative anonymity.  We did manage to
cause a minor disturbance however, as one girl just exiting the girls'
bathroom dropped a large load of books when she saw us, her papers flying
everywhere.  We helped clean up, but the girl was flustered, and I caught
her eyeing the two of us on more than one occasion, a blush quickly
creeping into her cheeks.  She ran off as soon as her books were gathered,
and we continued to the darkened hall.

   Mrs.  Becker quickly turned on the lights, and we saw where we would be
spending the rest of the day.  The middle school auditorium seated about
four hundred people, although I had no idea how many students would be
present.  My graduating class had about eighty students, but Kennedy Prep
was fed by two middle schools, so depending on class size, there could be
around a hundred students watching us, I estimated.

   I didn't need to wonder long as Mrs.  Becker started speaking.  "We've
decided to break up the classes into boys and girls," she said.  "There
will be around sixty girls and fifty boys, each group coming in separately
before lunch.  I will have each of you on stage by yourself for half their
session, and questions will be focused specifically to the sex of the
person on stage, understood?" We nodded.

   "What happens after lunch?" Jennifer asked.  Mrs.  Becker sighed.

   "It depends on you two," she said.  "Jennifer, may I speak with you a
moment?" Jennifer walked off with the nurse, and I was left there in my
seat, alone again.

   More girl talk, I thought, laughing to myself as they returned, and I
noticed Jennifer had a serious expression on her face.

   Uh oh, I thought as she started to speak.

   Chapter Four - Jennifer

   I was afraid Mrs.  Becker might say something about our conversation the
other day, but thankfully she pulled me aside before discussing it.

   "Did you get a change to talk with Jason last night?" she asked.

   "No, but we talked this morning," I said, a smile breaking out on my
face.  She laughed when she saw me glowing.

   "It went well then, I take it?" she asked with a little grin.  I nodded.

   "Very well," I sighed.  "He...  it was good." Her eyes widened when she
heard me.

   "So you two...  did you..."

   "Oh no!  We kissed, but I think he likes me."

   "That's good," she said, looking relieved.

   "Why?"

   "Because the after lunch plans involve the two of you on stage. 
Together."

   "Doing what?" I asked, then whitened as her words sunk in.  "You mean
the two of us...  on stage...  in front of the whole school?" She quickly
shook her head.

   "No, nothing like that," she answered.  "Well, we had hoped you would be
comfortable showing the students some...  some rather intimate things, but
nothing you're not comfortable with."

   "So this isn't a reasonable request situation?" I asked.

   "No, certainly not!" she laughed.  I sighed, but said it was okay with
me, but I wasn't sure how Jason would react.  "Well, we'll just have to
tell him, I guess, won't we?"

   I nodded, but had a thought.  "Can I talk to him by myself," I asked. 
"I think he'd take it better from me, especially since this is...  since
it's all so new." She looked thoughtful for a moment, but finally agreed.

   "That's probably best," she answered.  "Would you like to discuss it
now? We have a few moments, or you could talk during lunch."

   "Now.  Absolutely now.  I wouldn't want to spring this on him at the
last minute!" She laughed, and the two of us went back to where Jason was
sitting.  I sat beside him and took his hand, while Mrs.  Becker
conveniently made herself scarce.

   "What's up?" he asked, giving my hand a squeeze.  "You done with your
girl talk?" I made a face before answering.

   "It was about this afternoon," I answered, and quickly described the
tentative plan.  Jason didn't react much during my explanation, and I
wasn't sure how to read him.  "Are you okay with this?" I asked.  "If
you're not, it's fine.  She said we don't have to do anything we're not
comfortable with, period."

   "What would we have to do?" he asked, sighing a little.  I thought he
seemed ready to give in, for my sake, but I didn't want that.

   "Jason, we don't have to do anything.  If we choose to," I stressed,
looking him in the eye.  "If we choose to do anything, I think they'll want
us to kiss, and probably touch a little bit.  But nothing you're not
comfortable with," I said, but he still looked uncertain.

   "I don't know.  I was hoping to have a chance alone with you before I
had to grope you in front of a hundred middle school students," I laughed
at him, but quickly shut up when he continued.  "A hundred middle school
students...  and Samantha."

   Shit.  He was right.  I'd forgotten about the fact that she'd be in the
class, and I started to worry, but suddenly Jason was comforting me.

   "It's fine," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me
close.  I put my head on his shoulder and listened as he spoke softly. 
"We'll do this...  I'll do this, and it'll be fine.  We can talk to
Samantha at lunch and let her know what's going on.  If she freaks, we can
always back out, or at least give her the opportunity to try and get out of
the afternoon session." He looked down at me and kissed the top of my head.
"Deal?" I nodded.

   "Deal."

   We finished right in time, because just as Mrs.  Becker came back the
doors in the back of the auditorium started opening and the class began
filing into their seats.  I sighed a bit, still kind of nervous about the
whole ordeal, but was relieved, as it appeared Jason would be going first.

   Chapter Five - Jason

   As the group of girls made their way into the auditorium, I realized I
would be going first, and suddenly had a case of the nerves, but I took a
few deep breaths, and willed myself to calm down.

   So it was kind of a surprise when Mrs.  Becker called Jennifer's name.
She looked at me quizzically , but quickly got out of her seat and walked
up the stairs to the stage and stood by the nurse.

   "Girls," Mrs.  Becker started and the room slowly quieted, all eyes on
the naked high school student.  There were a few giggles and Mrs.  Becker
glared, finally quieting everyone.  "Thank you.  Today, as you know, we're
having a special session of your sex education classes.  First, is everyone
here?"

   A small voice answered from the back of the room.

   "Everybody but Mindy Walker.  Her mom wouldn't let her come today." Mrs.
Becker shook her head sadly.

   "Well, we'll have to have a talk with her then.  Anyone else missing?"
There was a moment of silence, but eventually there was a chorus of "no"
and "everyone's here" and the discussion resumed.

   "While the focus of your time this morning will be with Jason," she
said, motioning to where I was sitting in the front row, "we wanted to give
you time with Jennifer, in case you had any questions." A girl sitting
close to me raised her hand, and Mrs.  Becker pointed her out.  "Yes, a
question?" The girl stood, blushing.

   "What's it like when you touch...  when you touch a penis?" she asked.
There was a chorus of titters, and the girl quickly turning red and sat
down, ignoring the taunts of her classmates.

   "Class!" Mrs.  Becker had to shout to be heard over the giggles.  "You
will behave or this time will be cut very short and you will return to your
normal classes." The girls quickly quieted as Mrs.  Becker returned to a
normal speaking voice.  "That is a good question Tiffany, but one which
will have to wait until after lunch.  The morning period, as I thought your
teachers had covered, is strictly for anatomy questions." The class
groaned, clearly disappointed, as Mrs.  Becker continued.  "Are there any
more questions?" There were none, and Jennifer quickly sat down and I took
the stage.

   Fortunately, or so I thought, I had managed to remain soft throughout
the entire morning.  My satisfaction at finally gaining some semblance of
control was shattered when the same girl raised her hand.

   "Mrs.  Becker?  Why isn't...  why isn't he hard?" I blushed as the
red-faced girl sat back in her chair, her eyes plastered to my cock.

   "Perhaps you would like to answer that, Jason?" I nodded.

   "Well, I think it's probably because I'm getting used to it a little
bit. This is kind of strange for me.  Jennifer and I have been naked since
Monday, but at the high school, people in halls are allowed to touch us
between classes." There was another round of giggles as the girls realized
what I was saying, but it was quickly hushed by another glare from Mrs. 
Walker.

   "Class," she said, the warning clear in her voice, and the girls
quieted.

   "So I'm kind of getting used to it, and while some people," I said,
glancing at Jennifer, "might say that I've been hard since Monday, it's not
true."

   "What does it take?" the girl asked.  Clearly the middle school boys
were going to watch out for this girl once the class was over!  She might
as well have been taking notes, so intent was she on my answer.

   "Well, I could get hard if someone was touching me, or if I was touching
myself.  And for most guys, seeing naked people, in particular naked girls
or women, generally does the trick.  But sometimes just seeing someone
almost naked is nearly as exciting."

   "What do you mean?" asked Mrs.  Becker, clearly wanting me to explain in
more detail.

   "Well, for me, sometimes just being able to see a bit of cleavage, or a
nipple pushing through a shirt, or just watching a woman walk is very
exciting and will often give me an erection."

   "Could you show us?" the girl asked, blushing wildly.  I could see the
girl next to her lean over and whisper something to her and the two
laughed, but Mrs.  Becker saw it too.

   "Girls?  Anything you'd care to share?" she asked the two blushing
eighth-graders, now sitting primly in their chairs.  "Tiffany?  Care to
enlighten us?" Tiffany shook her head, glaring at her friend, who raised
her hand.  "Yes, Stacy?"

   "I just asked Tiffany if she'd like to help," she said, covering her
face with her hands.

   I expected Mrs.  Becker to be angry, but instead she looked amused.  To
my horror she turned to me, eyebrows raised in question.

   "Well, Jason?  Would you like help?" I turned to Jennifer, looking for
guidance, but she just shrugged her shoulders.

   "Help?" I asked.

   "Would you like Tiffany to help give you an erection?" she asked.  I
gulped, not knowing how to answer, then nodded.  If I was going to help
teach these girls, I may as well help as much as possible.

   "Well, come on, Tiffany," said Mrs.  Becker, motioning the girl to the
stage.  Tiffany got to her feet and shyly walked up to me, her eyes riveted
to my flaccid penis.

   "What do I do?" she whispered, clearly not having anticipated this.  I
smiled, trying to put her at ease.  Tiffany was a pretty girl, although not
very developed, physically, but she appeared very eager.

   "It's not going to take much," I said, trying to sooth her nerves. 
"Just grab me, not too tight, and start squeezing." She blushed a deeper
shade of pink, but reached out a tentative hand, lightly brushing against
my soft prick.  "Go ahead and grab it," I said softly, putting a hand over
hers.  She jerked back as I touched her, but quickly had my
rapidly-swelling cock in her hand, slowly manipulating my shaft.

   "Wow," she said, as I reached a full erection.  "What do I do now?" she
asked, gaining more confidence as I groaned at the sensation of her tiny
hand gently stroking my cock.  I knew if she continued much longer the only
thing to do would be clean up my mess.  If she was this inexperienced I
didn't want to scare her, and put a hand on her wrist, slowing and finally
stopping her movements.

   "I'm getting really close," I panted as she stared, wide-eyed, amazed at
the power she seemingly had over me.  I laughed at her expression, trying
to pull away.  She held on tight, gasping when she realized she still held
my prick in her hand.

   "Sorry," she whispered.  "What happened?"

   Mrs.  Becker turned, and began addressing a suddenly awed group of
girls. Odds are good many of the girls were already sexually active, some
had more than likely already had sex, but certainly none had ever seen a
friend masturbate a high school boy on the school stage.

   "Class, what you just watched was Tiffany very nearly masturbating Jason
to orgasm.  We've discussed this before, but has anyone ever seen an
orgasm?" A couple girls started to raise their hands, but quickly pulled
them down.  "Don't worry," said Mrs.  Becker.  "You won't get in trouble."
She nodded as the girls raised their hands higher this time, holding them
in the air.  "Good.  So you would know what to expect." The girls nodded.
"We won't be bringing Jason to an orgasm," she continued as the class
groaned, "at least not until after lunch."

   I happened to look at Jennifer, and was surprised to see her sitting in
her chair, a flush spreading over the tops of her breasts and up her neck.
Both breasts were now topped by very erect nipples, and her right hand lay
in her lap, gently massaging her clitoris.  She started when she saw me
staring, and quickly removed her hand, and sat up straight.

   After my initiation into middle school sex education, the rest of my
time was spent describing different feelings and sensations to the group of
girls.  They were very curious, and asked a lot of questions leading me to
believe they weren't as naive as I had been when I was their age, but I
answered as best I could.

   One embarrassing moment came when Samantha, whom I hadn't seen before
raised her hand and asked a question.

   "What are blue balls?" she asked.  I could see her looking intently at
my testicles, which were clearly not blue.

   "Um," I stammered, suddenly nervous again.  "Blue balls are kind of a
myth a lot of guys talk about.  Why do you ask?" Samantha suddenly squirmed
in her chair, and I realized she must have personal experience with a guy
claiming to have them, and made it a point to remember to ask her about it.
"Blue balls don't really exist, and I'm not sure why people call them
blue," I said as the class laughed, "but if a guy talks about having them,
don't believe him."

   "But what are they?" she asked.

   "Sometimes a guy, and a not very nice one, will tell you he has blue
balls, and he'll say that because you gave him an erection, it's your
responsibility to make him cum, or give him an orgasm.  Don't believe him,
okay?" I saw some of the girls in the class nod in relief.  "It's really
easy for a guy to get rid of the erection, and it's not your job to do it
for him.  Unless you want to.  Okay?" The class nodded, and I got a
smoldering look from Jennifer.  It looked like I'd finally said the right
thing!

   Mrs.  Becker glanced at the clock in the back of the auditorium and saw
that it was nearly time for the girls to leave.  She had me sit down, to a
round of applause, and said a few closing remarks.  Jennifer gave my arm a
squeeze as I sat down beside her, and it seemed natural to put my arm
around her as she gave me a little kiss on the cheek, forgetting that
Samantha was in the class.

   Chapter Six - Jennifer

   As the girls left, a couple came over to where Jason and I were sitting
and said a tiny "thank you for coming," before quickly leaving.  Assuming
we were alone, I wrapped my hand around his cock, slowly jacking him to an
orgasm, when I heard a small squeal, and turned around, to see Samantha
staring at us, her eyes wide in shock.

   "Omigod omigod omigod," she repeated softly, eyes locked to where my
hand was still stroking Jason's erection.  I was too surprised to stop my
motions, and as I sat there in dumb fascination, Jason spurted all over my
hand, all the while my eyes were locked with Samantha's.

   "Shit," Jason moaned as his orgasm faded.  Samantha turned to leave and
I jumped after her, grabbing her as she reached the door.

   "Wait," I hissed, pulling her back inside.

   "Don't touch me," she said, trying to pull herself away from me.  I held
tight, and eventually she stopped squirming.  "What?" she asked sullenly.

   "What do you mean, what?" I asked, terrified of what could happen.  "We
need to talk."

   "I have to go," she muttered, again trying to break free.

   "No.  Samantha, we need to talk."

   "About what?" She at last stopped struggling, and I loosened my grip on
her arm.  Samantha glared at me and rubbed the spot I'd held her.  "That
hurt," she accused.

   "I'm sorry, but we have to talk about...  about what you saw."

   "Are you fucking him?" Samantha spat out, and I almost slapped her.

   "Samantha!  Watch your language.  No, I'm not, as if it was any of your
business."

   "He's your brother," she replied, and I sighed, knowing I was going to
have to explain this to everyone from now on.

   "No, he's not.  He's my step-brother, and you step-brother too, which
means we're not really related."

   "But...  but that's gross," she said, eyeing the remnants of his orgasm
still glistening on my hand.  I quickly tried to wipe his cum off my hand,
but only succeeded in smearing it into my skin.  I noticed Samantha
watching, fascinated and turned to her.

   "It's not gross, and I love him, and he loves me, at least I hope he
does, and where did you hear about blue balls, anyway?" I asked, trying to
turn the tide of the conversation.  Samantha immediately blushed, and
started to leave.  "Samantha," I warned in my best "grown-up" voice,
although I knew I had no real leverage here.

   "Billy Jacobson," she sighed.

   "And?"

   "We were out behind the school and we were kissing..."

   "Samantha!"

   "Shut up.  I'm old enough to kiss, and anyway, you can't talk about
stuff like that, not after...  anyway...  we were kissing, and he wanted me
to touch his penis and it got all hard and I got nervous and he started
complaining about blue balls."

   "What did you do?" I asked gently, seeing Samantha was more upset about
this than she was letting on.  She grimaced at my question.

   "I got scared and ran away, and now he won't talk to me.  He says I'm
a..." she lowered her voice, looking to see if anyone was listening in on
our conversation.  "He says I'm a cock tease.  Am I?"

   I hugged her now, glad to again be a big sister.  "No, of course not. 
But...  Samantha...  you heard what Jason said right?" She nodded shyly. 
"Billy could, and probably did, easily take care of himself later, right?"

   "Like you did with Jason?" she asked.  I nodded.

   "Right, but he probably used his own hand," I said grinning.  "But you
need to be careful not to get yourself in a situation like that again," I
said, thinking of my own time with Justin Miller in the shower at school.
"What if he had tried to force you to do something to him?  That would be
really bad, and you don't want to ever get into a situation you can't get
out of.  Understand?"

   "I'm sorry," she said, and I hugged her tight.

   "This is all pretty new isn't it?" She nodded, and I wiped a tear from
her eye.  "It's okay.  Everybody makes mistakes.  Maybe Jason and I are
making one too, but please...  can we talk at lunch?"

   She nodded and I let her go.  She did have to get back to class, after
all.  Samantha turned and headed towards the door, but turned back before
she was all the way out of the room.

   "Jennifer?" she asked, and I looked up.  "Thank you."

   "You're welcome."

   Chapter Seven - Jason

   I think I know what got Jennifer so hot and bothered during my time on
stage.  When it was her turn up there, and some boy wanted to feel her
breasts, it was about the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

   Now, I've seen people get felt up in The Program since it started in the
fall, but usually when anybody does any touching, it's with the intention
of getting the other person off as quickly as possible, since a participant
can only ask for relief during the first five minutes of class.

   This was different though.  The boy, Tommy Akers, must have touched and
prodded Jennifer's breasts for fifteen minutes.  It was so erotic, and part
of it was how new the whole experience was for him.  Jennifer tried to
behave herself, but I thought I saw her give his prick a little squeeze
through his pants, and it wouldn't surprise me if he came right then, but
he kept going.

   And the way Jennifer was flushed and squeezing her legs together, I know
she had an orgasm just from having her breasts fondled.

   I was hard as a rock, needless to say, but kept my hands off my shaft,
instead just watching what was going on on the stage.

   The boys turned out to be a much more well-behaved group than the girls.
I'd always been sick of hearing how much faster girls mature than boys, but
one thing was certainly true here.  The boys were much more nervous around
Jennifer than the girls had been around me.  I've never seen so many
blushing boys.  Maybe it was because they were afraid she could see their
hard-ons, but when Jennifer spread her legs to show them what the inside of
her pussy looked like, you could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet.

   When we broke for lunch, it was a silent group of boys that exited the
auditorium, and I had no doubt what the main topic of conversation would be
at most of the tables.

   Mrs.  Becker came down to where we were sitting and asked us if we'd
like to eat in the teacher's lounge, but Jennifer said no.

   "Actually, I was hoping to have some time to talk with Samantha," she
said.  "Would that be okay?"

   "Certainly, feel free to go through the line with everyone else," Mrs.
Becker answered.  "I don't think you'll need to worry about identification.
I think you two are the only naked high schoolers eating lunch this
period."

   We laughed and agreed, and decided to meet as soon as possible after
lunch, to discuss the second session.

   On the way to the cafeteria I asked Jennifer what had happened with
Samantha.

   "God," she moaned.  "I thought we were so busted after she saw...  after
she saw me jacking you off!" I had the decency to blush, but my cock knew
no such niceties, and slowly began swelling at the memory.  Jennifer saw it
and laughed.  "Down boy," she chided, reaching out to tweak the fat head.

   "Ouch.  Bitch." I was joking, of course, and reached out to slap a hand
over Jennifer's firm ass in response.  "Bad girl." She pouted, sticking her
lower lip as far out as it would go and batting her eyes at me before
continuing.

   "Anyway, she was really freaked out about it, but I think I talked her
down from running right home and telling Mom and Dad."

   "Thank God," I said, relieved for the moment.

   "We're eating lunch together, if I can find her," Jennifer said, her
voice trailing off as she scanned the crowded lunch room for our sister. 
Thankfully this lunch was full of the students we had just seen, so our
appearance wasn't a room-stopper, although I did see quite a few people
stop their conversations and stare at us.

   Finally we found Samantha, and after going through the lunch line, where
a very embarrassed lunch lady informed us there was no charge, we sat down
at her table and began eating.

   There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence as we all picked at our
food, not wanting to be the first to broach the subject we all knew we
wanted to discuss.  Finally Samantha threw her fork down, ignoring for the
moment the rest of her lasagna.

   "What's the deal with you two?" she asked pointedly.  I glanced at
Jennifer before deciding to answer, hoping to be bailed out, but found no
such luck.

   "Well," I started, unsure how to respond.  "When you get older you find
yourself growing up and..."

   "Not that!  What's up with the two of you?  I saw what she did, and
you've been looking at each other funny, so spill it."

   Jennifer answered, thankfully, leaving me to pick at my green beans and
garlic toast.

   "I'm in love," she answered simply, and I wondered why I couldn't have
put it quite so succinctly.  "I have been for a long time, but never had
the nerve to say it."

   "She dropped that on me this morning," I said, smiling as Jennifer gave
me a dirty look.  "There wasn't enough pressure coming here to be a living
mannequin doll for your class!  No, I have to find out my naked
step-sister's in love with me!" Jennifer laughed and playfully swatted at
my arm.  Jennifer looked a little uncomfortable still.

   "I know you're not related, but isn't it weird?"

   "Yes," I answered, while Jennifer answered "No." We both laughed.

   "It is for me," I continued.  "Jennifer's had a long time to get used to
having feelings for me, and it was a shock." I smiled, grabbing her hand
beneath the table.  "But I'm getting used to it pretty quick," I answered.

   "It's really not too different than any other high school couple,"
Jennifer said.

   "But will Mom and Dad feel that way?" Samantha asked.  I sighed, looking
at Jennifer who again looked slightly worried.

   "We don't know," I answered.  "Mom hasn't said much the last couple
days, since she found out we're in The Program.  What I don't understand is
why she didn't pull us out if she's so against it." I looked at Jennifer,
but she just shrugged.  She had no clue how it happened.

   "Dad put you guys in," Samantha said, taking a bite of her cupcake.

   "What?" Jennifer and I said.  "How do you know?" She shrugged.

   "I asked him."

   "But...  why?"

   "I was curious."

   "Why did he put us in The Program.  Brat, you knew what I meant!"
Jennifer grabbed a bite of brownie before Samantha could protest, smirking
at the younger girl.

   "Hey!  Fine, be that way.  I don't know, I didn't really ask him that,
but he seemed to think it was important.  Do you think I'll be in The
Program when I'm in high school?" she asked.  "I don't think anyone would
want to look at me," she sighed, looking at her flat chest, long a point of
contention in her life.

   Jennifer smiled at her sister.  "You'll grow boobs soon enough," she
said.  "Be happy you don't have them yet.  They're a pain in the butt to
carry around the volleyball court," she laughed.

   Samantha smiled, but looked sad for a moment.  She blushed as she asked
quietly, "can I touch them?" I looked at Jennifer surprised at the
question, but Jennifer nodded, and I watched, my erection growing bigger by
the moment as Samantha reached out her hand and softly cupped the cone of
her sister's breast.

   Jennifer gasped at Samantha's light touch and the younger girl quickly
pulled her hand away.  "No," Jennifer said, smiling at her younger sister.
"It's okay.  You have soft hands, it felt good." Samantha quickly returned
her hand and began exploring the fleshy mass, lightly gliding her fingers
over Jennifer's rapidly expanding nipples.

   My own member had reached full staff by this point, and I had to squirm
in my chair as the crown of my cock bumped the underside of the table. 
Samantha noticed my discomfort and asked what was wrong.

   "That is so hot," I answered truthfully, causing Samantha to blush, her
hand still caressing Jennifer's tit.  "I'm hard again, is all." Samantha's
mouth was open in wonder as she glanced down and saw my cock again sprung
to life.  She looked at me with pleading eyes and I nodded, answering her
unasked question.

   Her hand quickly reached out and this time it was Jennifer who watched
in amazement as sister fondled brother.  Before I too quickly flew over the
edge, I grabbed Samantha's hand, stopping her motions.

   "Enough," I gasped.  "Too much more and there'll be more than just gum
stuck to the bottom of the table." Samantha grinned brightly, thankfully
removing her hand.

   Soon the lunch bell rang, and we returned to the auditorium.  Most of
the kids were still eating, so it was just the three of us present when
Mrs. Becker asked to speak to Jennifer and me.

   Samantha sat in her seat while Jennifer and I went up on stage.

   "I was hoping I might convince the two of you to provide more examples
for the children," she asked, looking at us expectantly.

   I know I shocked Jennifer when I said, "no," and even Mrs.  Becker
seemed a bit surprised at my answer,

   "Why not?" Jennifer asked, a hurt expression in her eyes.

   "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to, and maybe we can tomorrow?  Are we
still coming back?" Mrs.  Becker nodded.  "Then maybe tomorrow, okay?"
Sighing, the nurse nodded.

   "I don't think I have much of anything I'll need you for this
afternoon," she said.  "I suppose you could go back to school, or just go
home.  It doesn't much matter, and no one will be expecting you back for
the last three periods of the day.  Are you sure about this?" she asked.  I
nodded, watching as she sighed.  "Well, then you'd best be on your way.  It
appears I have some extra planning."

   Jennifer was obviously pissed as she grabbed her purse, but thankfully
didn't say anything until we were safely in the car and on the road heading
home.

   "What the hell, Jason?  Why didn't you want to do anything?  I thought
we'd talked about this!  What was all that you'd said about liking me?" I
was happy she was driving, otherwise I feared her fingers would have been
around my throat, she looked so angry.

   "It's because I like you so much that I said no," I answered quietly.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I wanted our first time to be more special than that," I said, looking
as if she understood what I was saying."

   "Oh." She paused, embarrassed at her outburst.  She looked over at me, a
grateful look in her eyes.  "Thanks."

   "You're welcome," I answered and took her hand, not letting go 'til we
were home.

   Chapter Eight - Jennifer

   I felt stupid again when we got home.  Of course Jason wanted our first
time to be special, but me and my insecurities had been so anxious to get
our rocks off I didn't think of it.  Jason, gentleman that is, didn't say
anything about it.  Just another one of the reasons I'm crazy about him.

   As much as I wanted to have our first special time right then, and we
did have the house to ourselves, I was more concerned about the volleyball
match tonight.  We're playing Rock Island, and we beat them already this
year, but it was a close match.  It's pretty nice playing them instead of
the team we all thought we were going to play.  Westport is ranked second
in the state and we haven't played them this year, so they were kind of an
unknown quantity.

   So, even though we've already played a tough match against Rock Island,
and they just beat a team that we were supposed to have a hard time with,
we're all feeling pretty confident.

   So confident that I felt okay about taking a nap, so I did.

   I woke up a little out of it.  I don't normally sleep that much in the
afternoon, but I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was already after
five o'clock.  I started to get a little panicked, but realized that there
was no way Jason would have let me sleep through the match!  At least I
didn't think so until I saw him sleeping on the couch in the living room.

   I was about to go yell at him when I heard a beeping noise.  I looked
around and saw that he had moved his alarm clock into the living room to
make sure he was awake to get me up.  Before he had a chance to really wake
up, I turned it off and stood watching him for a little bit.  It made me
happy that he'd cared enough to go through all that just to wake me up.

   See?  What a sweet guy.

   I walked over to the couch and leaned over and kissed him right on the
mouth.  His eyes popped open in panic until he realized who I was, then he
really went to town.  I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in and we
kissed for a few minutes.  I was sitting close to his body and had a good
look at his cock and as we kissed I watched as it got bigger and bigger,
and just seeing it got me really wet.

   I know Jason could smell it and I blushed a little as he sniffed the
air, finally looking right at my pussy.  His pupils dilated and he reached
a hand out and gently combed through my now damp pubic hair, spreading my
oils around my pussy mound.  I groaned into his mouth, my tongue fluttering
against his, and felt him moan back.

   We broke the kiss and just stared at each other, neither of us saying
anything.  Finally I reached down and grabbed his prick and started
stroking him.  He hissed as I rubbed my thumb over his head.  He was really
excited and had already started leaking pre-cum out the end of his cock,
and I spread it out, lubricating him.  I was so in love with him, I just
wanted to do anything I could to make him feel good.

   I slipped down to the floor and knelt by the couch, continuing to stroke
him.  Jason reached for my boob, but I slapped his hand away.  My nipples
were already like little bullets, and I knew if I let him get ahold of one,
I'd forget about making him shoot.  I'd been so surprised by Samantha's
sudden appearance at the middle school that I had looked up, and I really
wanted to watch as he shot his semen, and wasn't going to be distracted by
his meddling hands playing with my boobs.

   "Lay back" I whispered, kissing him on the lips.  He groaned and tried
to reach me again, but I squeezed hard on his dick and he yelped.  "Sorry,"
I said, grinning evilly at him.  "But I said lay back.  I want to do this
for you."

   "Funny way of showing it," he complained, but finally collapsed to his
back and watched as I jacked on his erection.

   I could tell he was getting close by the way he started jerking his hips
up into my fist and I sped up my movements.  Suddenly he was there and with
a groan he started spurting into the air.  He must have been holding a lot
back earlier today, because once he started cumming it was like he couldn't
stop.

   I kept stroking him, trying to squeeze every last bit of spunk out of
his cock that I could until finally he pushed my hand away.

   "Enough," he gasped.  "It's too sensitive." He smiled at me and reached
up to touch his finger to my lips.  "Thank you," he said.

   I noticed he was sweaty and had a couple hairs plastered to his
forehead. I was going to wipe them away but saw my hand was coated with his
sperm.  I giggled as Jason watched me, his eyes wide with surprise, as I
licked up every last drop of his sperm.

   "Mmmm..." I moaned.  "Tasty." I laughed as his cock gave a twitch.  I
reached down, and began stroking again, but it was no use.  He was spent.

   "Holy God," he moaned when I finally quit torturing his dick.  "Where
did that come from?"

   "I just wanted to make you happy," I answered, kissing him lightly on
the lips.  I didn't want to gross him out, since I know I tasted like his
spunk, and guys supposedly don't like that, but he didn't seem to mind, and
we kissed for a few more minutes.

   Finally I had to break away, much to his disappointment.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "I have to get to the school." He nodded his
understanding and walked, a little weak-kneed I thought, to the kitchen.

   Chapter Nine - Jason

   What a way to wake up!  I was in the middle of a dream when suddenly I
felt something soft and wet on my face and when I woke up...  there she
was. I was terrified at first, because I had no idea what was going on, but
I think I picked it up pretty much after she stuck her tongue down my
throat.

   Damn but that girl can kiss.

   After she jacked me off I tried to get her off, but she wouldn't have
any of it.  I think maybe she wanted to keep her strength up for the big
match, but I don't know for sure.

   After she went to take a shower, I grabbed a bite to eat and then
started to decide what I was going to wear, until I realized that I was
already wearing it!  Since the volleyball match was a school event, I'd
have to go naked, and so would Jennifer.  I didn't know if she'd thought of
that, but figured she had.

   Soon enough we were both ready and drove off to the school.  Again there
wasn't much point in getting dressed, although it was raining so we did
wear shoes, fat lot of help they were.

   When we got to the gym, I realized I again didn't have any money, but
Mrs.  Martin, the lady taking tickets waved me through.  Score one for
being naked, I guess.

   I was trying to find a good seat when Miss Pomeroy came up to me.

   "Good evening, Mr.  Fields," she nodded.

   "Hi.  Excited about the game?" I asked.

   "I am.  It would be very exciting to play for the state championship. 
How was your day at the middle school?"

   "Okay, I guess," I answered and filled her in on some of the things that
had gone on.  I figured she didn't need to hear everything that happened
today, but if she really wanted to find out then Mrs.  Becker could tell
her.

   "What were your plans for this evening?" she asked when I was done.

   "I dunno.  I guess just watch the game and cheer for the Eagles.  Why?"

   "Would you be willing to work, this evening?" I was a little confused,
and said so.

   "Work?  What do you mean?"

   "One of the officials has been struck ill, and we're in need of another
line judge.  You're qualified, and easily available, and I was hoping we
could put you to work."

   "Are you sure?" I asked.  In my spare time I work as a volleyball judge
for junior varsity and middle school matches, and I've worked high school
varsity in a pinch.  I figured there was no way they'd let me do it though,
since I'm just in high school and a student of one of the schools, but I
suppose they're desperate.

   "Would I get a striped shirt?" I asked, only partially teasing.  To my
disappointment she said no.

   "Of course not.  You are in The Program." I sighed, but agreed to do it.

   I know people from the crowd noticed me when I was standing there,
especially the crowd from Rock Island.  They don't have The Program there,
and each time we've played them in any sport this fall they've gone to
great lengths to tease anyone they see who's in it.

   It was the same when the Eagles came out to warm up.  Jennifer got
razzed about the size of her butt, the size of her breasts, and some of the
jerks in the crowd started chanting, "bouncy bouncy bouncy" whenever she
jumped up to spike the ball.  She was good about ignoring them, even though
I wasn't.

   The real problem came when the match was about to start.  All of a
sudden the coach of the other team realized where I was standing, and that
I was going to be calling lines, and he threw a fit.  Now in all
seriousness, calling lines at a volleyball game isn't that big a deal.  My
job was to stand in the corner, and the two lines that made up that corner,
one side and one end line, were my lines to watch.  If a ball landed close,
it was my responsibility to tell the judge in the up position by the net
whether or not the ball landed in or out.  Simple.

   So even though I was in high school, there was no reason for the coach
to be mad, but he blew up.  He started calling Kennedy a bunch of cheaters,
and said I was making a mockery of the sport, and how obviously I was going
to cheat, and then he started in on Jennifer and how it was wrong that she
was like this, and how his team was going to be distracted by her.

   I had to laugh at that.  Rumor had always had it that most of Rock
Island's top players were lesbians.  Now I don't have a thing against that,
but it seemed to me that the only person on that side of the net who was
going to be distracted was the coach.

   Pervert.

   But he threw enough of a conniption that the referees finally had to
make a decision, and agreed to let a person from Rock Island stand beside
me, to make sure I wasn't cheating.  The coach went into the stands and had
a heated discussion with someone, and finally a cute girl about my age came
down from the bleachers and walked up next to me.

   "Hi," she said shyly, sticking out her hand.  "I'm Susan Hazelton." I
reached out and shook her hand.

   "Jason Fields, nudist" I joked.  For a second I thought Susan was
offended, but it turned out she was just trying to not bust a gut laughing.
She giggled a little before turning serious.

   "So, you're in The Program?" she asked, and I nodded.  "What's it like?"

   "Walking around naked all week?  Kind of creepy at first.  I've never
done anything like this before, so it was all new.  And then with everybody
wanting to touch and feel..."

   "Do both boys and girls touch you?" she asked quietly, intent on my
answer.

   "No.  I've only had girls want to touch me, and I know Jennifer has had
only boys, but there's nothing stopping a guy from wanting to touch me."

   "What would you do?" she asked, wide-eyed.

   "Probably say no," I answered.  "There's a rule about reasonable
requests, and if another guy touching me felt really weird, I could say it
was unreasonable, and I could say no, but otherwise I have to say yes." I
told her a bit about Jennifer and I going to the middle school that
afternoon.

   "She's your sister?"

   "No.  My step-sister.  That's another thing that's been weird, because I
never thought of her as another girl...  at least not until this week!"
Susan laughed as I told her a little bit about what had happened.

   "Wow.  My dad would never let me do that," she said, looking over to the
bench.

   "Is your dad the coach?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Ah...  so that's why
you were selected to spy on me, huh?" She nodded.

   "I don't really even like volleyball all that much, but ever since my
mom and dad got a divorce, it's like he drags me everywhere with the team,
saying it's for school, just so I can't be with my mom.  I want to move in
with her, but he got custody, because his job pays a lot more than hers
does."

   "That sucks," I said, nodding my agreement.  "My dad got divorced when I
was real young, and that's how I ended up with him.  I'm not complaining,
because he's great, but I could just as easily have ended up with my mom,
if my dad had been some kind of bum."

   We were just starting to talk about school when the whistle blew and I
turned my attention to the match.  To their credit, it didn't look like the
Rock Island players were letting Jennifer or me distract them, and came out
looking real sharp, sprinting out to a 10-5 lead in the first game.  Our
coach called a time-out and huddled the players around.

   I couldn't hear what was said of course, but after the time-out the
Eagles came out on fire, running off seven straight points, including a
couple ace serves and a crosscourt smash by Jennifer.  After that it was
back and forth for a few points, but Kennedy won the first game when one of
the Rock Island hitters went underneath the net, tripping one of the
Eagles. The penalty gave Kennedy fifteen points, and the first game was
ours.

   I tried not to look smug, but Susan caught me gloating.

   "It's okay," she laughed.  "Just don't cheer during the points."

   "I'm trying to behave," I answered, "but I came tonight planning on
sitting in the stands, and it's hard not to yell."

   "Me too," she said.  We stood there for a moment while the teams huddled
for a last round of coaching instructions.  "Is it hard?" she asked
suddenly.

   "Is what hard?" I asked, and watched as Susan turned pink and kept on
blushing until she was bright red.  "What?" I asked.

   "Um...  is it...  is it hard...  not getting hard?" She about choked as
she finally asked her question, trying hard not to look at my dick, which
up until that point had been quite limp.

   "I guess, but I don't think about it too much...  seems like when I do,
that's when I get myself into trouble.

   And true to form, I had a raging hard-on the rest of the game.  Now that
the thought was in my head, every time I looked at one of the players, all
I saw was the shape of their ass, or the curve of their breast, and
Jennifer was the worst, because with her I didn't need to imagine
everything - it was all right there on display.

   Susan noticed immediately, of course, and leaned over during a
substitution time-out and apologized.

   "Sorry," she squeaked.  "I didn't mean to make it so hard...  I mean so
difficult for you," she said, blushing madly.  I grinned at her, shrugging
my shoulders.

   "What am I supposed to do?"

   "Aren't you embarrassed that everyone's looking at you?" I had noticed,
of course, but decided that two could play that game.

   "I don't know," I said casually.  "I think a lot of people, especially
Rock Island fans, are staring at you, standing there all red in the face,
wondering what you did to make me so hard."

   She gasped, and turned to me, eyes wide.  "Do you think so?  Oh crap
crap."

   I laughed, and Susan's eyes immediately dropped to where my dick was
bouncing with my laughter.  "I'm just kidding," I said, receiving a punch
in the arm for my efforts.

   "Hmmph," she said, trying to ignore me, but failing miserably.

   During the next two games, which Rock Island and Kennedy split, I caught
Susan on more than one occasion eyeing my erection.  I didn't say anything,
but for my own amusement didn't make it easy for her to ignore it.  During
changeovers and time-outs, I made sure to stand directly in front of her,
my dick pointing at her belly.

   During the fourth game, a Rock Island spike went long and hit me in the
thigh, and before she could stop herself Susan reached out and grabbed my
dick.

   "Are you okay?" she asked seriously, before realizing what she had done.
She dropped my dick from her grip, but not before she felt it begin to
swell.  Thankfully, at least for her, none of the crowd could see this, as
I'd turned away.

   Throughout the match, I noticed the Rock Island coach becoming more and
more upset.  His team, after winning a close second game, fell apart, and
sooner than I'd expected, Rock Island was serving, down 14-8, match point.
Their server hit a floater over the net.  It wasn't a fast serve, but it
had a knuckle-ball action to it, and Jennifer, playing in the middle, had
to dive to get it.

   She hit the court hard, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the gym heard
the loud skid as she hit the court.  I cringed, knowing what kind of floor
burns she'd have tomorrow, but kept watching the play.  It had been an
outstanding dig, and it was just two more hits before Kennedy spiked the
ball right down the middle, just hitting the back line.

   I threw my arms down to signal that the ball was in and the Kennedy
crowd went nuts.

   So did the Rock Island coach.  He stormed the referee, screaming and
hollering about an "unfair advantage," and making comments about an
"obvious conspiracy" to see that his team lost, and started attacking my
calls.

   There was nothing I could do about it, of course, and I didn't want to
get involved, but before I could stop her, Susan marched up to her dad and
started yelling back at him.  She turned to the referee and said that the
last call was the correct call, and that her dad "should stop acting like a
baby."

   The coach was flabbergasted, but before he could say anything more,
Susan stormed out of the gym.  I stood there for a moment, watching the
mayhem, before Jennifer came running out of the crowd and threw herself at
me.

   "We did it!" she screamed, hopping up and down.  I laughed along with
her, then waited out in the cafeteria while she got cleaned up after the
match.  I thought I saw the Rock Island coach and Susan in an argument, but
whoever it was was out in the parking lot, and I didn't think it was my
place, so I stayed put.

   "Ready?" Jennifer came out of the locker room looking clean and fresh,
and I found myself wishing that one of us wasn't in the program, so we
could have showered together.  Then it occurred to me that we could, at
home, and I smiled.  "What's funny?" Jennifer demanded, but I shook my
head, saying nothing.

   She'd find out soon enough.

   Chapter Ten - Jennifer

   I was so excited after we won, I started jumping up and down, giving
anyone around me a hug.  Trust me, this was a big even for Kennedy.  We're
a fairly small high school, so generally can't compete against the bigger
schools, especially in volleyball where there's only one class.  In other
sports like basketball, where schools are put in different classes by
school size, we can do okay, but that's not usually the case in volleyball.

   For whatever reason though, this year we just clicked.  It felt great to
beat Rock Island, even though their coach was a jerk.  I saw the way his
daughter stuck up for Jason, which was pretty cool.  Susan and I knew each
other from a couple volleyball camps.  She didn't play, but always helped
out her dad for some reason.  She was an okay girl in my book.  Cute too,
which I saw Jason noticed.  I wanted to give him a hard time about it, but
I wasn't one to talk.  By the end of the match, all the jumping and running
had me as wet as a puddle between my legs, which is why I took a shower.

   I soaped up as quickly as I could but flinched when I got to my breasts.
That last dive on the floor was going to cost me, I knew for a fact.  When
I skidded I could feel my skin catching on the floor, and I knew I'd have
the mother of all floor burns tomorrow.

   But who cares!  Tonight I was going to party with the team.  We were
going out for pizza at a place close to the school, and the team had
invited Jason to come along.

   When we were finally ready he was sitting at a cafeteria table with a
funny look on his face.  Little rat that he is, he wouldn't tell me what
was so funny, but I have ways of getting information out of him, and
thought I'd have him screaming for mercy.

   Could be fun, I thought and I figured he'd agree.

   We went to Vincente's, because they have the best pizza in town, plus
they're close to the school and cheap.  When we got there I started to
think that maybe it wasn't the best idea having Jason along.  It seems like
every guy that came up to congratulate the team made a special point to
touch me or accidentally bump into me, and I could see Jason get a little
tense.

   So I slid up to him in the booth and grabbed his arm.  I draped it over
my shoulder, and I could feel his fingertips just brush across the top of
my breasts, and told everybody within hearing distance.  "I'm with my man
tonight, so you can all just step aside." Jason got a good laugh out of it,
but the rest of the table got kind of quiet, and I realized that no one
knew that Jason and I were sort of an item now.

   "When did this happen?" Traci asked.  Traci is the setter on the team
and is a great player, but is also kind of snobby.

   "I don't really know," I answered.  "It just sort of happened this
week."

   "I think it's gross, he's your brother," Traci sniffed.

   "I think it's great!" shouted Amy, one of the other hitters.  "Brother
or not, he's pretty cute."

   I giggled, but protested mildly.  "He's my step-brother, guys, not my
brother."

   "All the better," she replied.  Amy laughed and scooted closer, but
Jason just pulled me tight.  Like I said, what a guy.

   Things kind of cooled down after that, and pretty soon we were the last
ones left.  As we were leaving, Jason pulled away and went to another table
and sat down.  I followed him over and saw him talking with Susan, the Rock
Island coach's daughter.

   "What's wrong?" I heard Jason ask.  Susan just shrugged, not wanting to
talk about it.

   I stood there, and Susan looked at me in surprise, before looking down
at the table.

   "I had a fight with my dad after the match," she said.  "He called me
all kinds of names and wouldn't let me on the team bus."

   "So you're stuck here?" I was outraged.  This wasn't right!  She was his
daughter for goodness sake!

   "I guess.  My mom lives here now, and I called her, but she's working a
late shift and doesn't get off for another hour.  I'm okay though, you guys
go.  I'll be fine."

   I was just getting ready to leave when Jason said we'd be glad to stay,
and motioned for me to have a seat.  I sat, a little pissed at not getting
home at a decent hour.

   "Where does your mom work?" Jason asked, and Susan launched into a story
about how her mom had worked at a book distribution center, but had since
moved onto a different job.  I have to admit, the longer I sat there the
more upset I got and the less I listened to her.  I wanted to spend some
time with Jason, alone for once, and she was ruining it.

   Suddenly I stood up, surprising Jason and Susan, who were still deep in
conversation.  "I'm going home," I announced, and turned to leave.  If
Jason was going to ignore me for this girl, then so be it.  I waited for a
moment for him to stand and come with me, but he didn't.

   I drove home in a funk, not really understanding what I was feeling.  I
loved Jason, I knew that was true, but it had all changed so suddenly, and
I wasn't sure if I was handling things the right way.

   Susan wasn't trying to steal Jason from me, and to be honest I wasn't
sure if he was really "mine" yet.  I wanted him to be, and I think we were
moving that direction, especially after this afternoon in the living room,
but it was too early for me to be jealous, I thought.

   I just didn't know, and it was driving me crazy that there wasn't
anybody I could talk to about this.  My mom would have a fit, my sister
would just tell my mom, and my dad...  my dad!

   I'd forgotten about him, but I knew he'd be perfect.  I'd kept secrets
from my mom with him before, and certainly this would be something I could
discuss with him.  If only he was still awake when I got home, we could
have a good talk.  I'd let him figure out all my problems, and my life
would once again be fine and dandy.

   Unfortunately, as often happens, he was already in bed, and after
tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, I finally fell asleep, more
confused than ever.

   THURSDAY

   Chapter One - Jason

   I was just in the middle of a very nice dream, when someone started
shaking my shoulder.

   "Huh?  What is it?" I asked, slowly opening my eyes.  As my eyes cleared
I saw Jennifer sitting on the edge of my bed, a serious expression on her
face.

   "I'm sorry, Jason," she whispered.  "It's really early, but we have to
talk.  Right now."

   I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was four thirty in the
morning.

   "What's wrong?" I asked, starting to become a bit concerned.  Jennifer
put her hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back to the bed.

   "It's nothing...  nothing's wrong.  We just have to talk."

   "About what?" Couldn't this wait 'til...  say...  breakfast?"

   "I'm really confused right now."

   "About what?"

   "You.  Me.  Susan.  I want to know where I fit in."

   "Susan?  Susan who?"

   Jennifer looked ready to cry.

   "Susan from last night Susan.  The coach's daughter.  Are you in love
with her?"

   "What?  God no!  We just...  we just talked during the game, and I felt
sorry for her that she got left there.  Jennifer," I said, taking her face
in my hands.  "There is nothing going on there."

   Jennifer sighed when I said this and started laughing.  "I'm sorry. 
I... it's just that I've been in love with you so long, and it finally
seemed like something was happening, and then I get all jealous and angry
when I saw you two together."

   "Is that why you left?" I asked.  Jennifer nodded.  "Do you hear me,
then?  There's nothing there, okay?  I'm in love with you.  I'm surprised,
amazed, shocked...  but it's true.  I am."

   "Thank you," Jennifer whispered, hugging me tight.

   "Is that all?" I asked, hoping to get some more sleep before we had to
get up for school.

   "No.  Jason," she said, taking a deep breath.  "I want you to make love
to me."

   "Now?" I asked sarcastically, assuming she was joking.  She wasn't.

   "Yes.  Now.  It has to be now."

   I sat up, ignoring the hand still resting on my shoulder.  Rubbing my
eyes roughly, I blinked a few times.  Nope, Jennifer was still sitting
there, naked I now realized.  She looked serious enough.

   "What?  Why?"

   "Because...  we're going back to the junior high, and who knows what
will happen there, and I don't want the first time you kiss me or... 
whatever...  to be in front of a bunch of eighth graders," she hissed,
finally sitting back on her heels.

   "First time?" I gulped.  "Jennifer...  you've never had sex before?" I
was surprised at this.  I'd always assumed my step-sister was more sexually
active than I was, and wasn't sure I was ready for this.

   "No, silly," she grinned.  "I've...  I've done it quite a lot, actually.
But I want our first time to be special.  Not in front of a crowd," she
explained and I breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Are you sure?" I asked.  "I know this has been a rush so far, and being
naked has certainly sped things along, but...  frankly I don't expect to
move this quickly with anybody I go out with." I sighed, figuring I had to
tell her sometime.  "Jennifer, I'm still really nervous about this.  What
if it all falls apart?"

   To my surprise, Jennifer smiled a big smile before leaning in and
placing a soft kiss on my lips.

   "That's one of the things I love about you," she grinned.  "You're so
kind and considerate, and it turns me on.  Make love to me?" she asked
again, and I watched, mesmerized, as she crawled over me.

   Her eyes stared into mine, our faces only inches apart.  I could feel
the heat of her breath as she looked intently into my eyes, very much aware
of her breasts hanging down, brushing against my chest.  Gulping, afraid to
speak, I nodded.

   "Thanks," she said before crushing her lips to mine.  She was more
fevered than I'd seen her all week, her tongue darting insistently against
my own, as our wet tongues fought for oral supremacy.  Jennifer slowly sank
down on me, and I groaned into her mouth as I felt her breasts flatten
against my chest.

   I generally sleep in the nude, and this was no exception, so there was
only a sheet separating our bodies, and Jennifer soon took care of the
obstacle, throwing it aside.

   My cock was already beginning to swell with my arousal, and Jennifer
quickly grabbed ahold and began to pump me to full hardness.

   "I'm so horny," she panted.  "I don't want any foreplay right now. 
There'll be time enough for that later.  Right now, I just want this," she
said, giving my cock a squeeze, "in me." I nodded, reaching out to cup her
warm pussy, already dripping wet with her juices.

   Looking me in the eye, Jennifer sat up on her haunches, giving me a full
view of her breasts and pussy.  She raised up, still holding my erection in
her hand, and wiped the spongy head through her soft folds, wetting my
shaft to make it easier for me to penetrate her.

   "Are you sure?" she asked as I groaned.  "I wouldn't want to rush you or
anything."

   "Do it," I hissed, humping up towards her cunt, trying to embed my cock
in her hot depths.

   "Good," she moaned, as she seated my head between her labia.  Even
before she thrust down I could feel her heat, but it was nothing compared
to the furnace which awaited me.

   Assuming Jennifer would take things slowly, I relaxed back on the bed,
nearly screaming at the sudden rush of heat and wetness as Jennifer dropped
her full weight down on me, impaling herself on my cock in one smooth
stroke.

   "Oh fuck," I moaned and I heard her squeal as her tight pussy expanded
to accept my full length.  Her pussy was like nothing I'd experienced
before, as it flexed and tightened around my shaft, even as Jennifer
remained motionless in my lap.

   I reached out to cup her breasts, finding the nipples already swollen
and puffy.  I could feel Jennifer's heart beating in her chest as I
caressed her soft tits in my hands.

   Finally she began to move, a slow up and down motion that had my cock
alternately buried in her cunt before she lifted off me so only my head was
held between the tight lips of her pussy.  Jennifer's mouth hung open as
she fingered her clit, frantically trying to bring herself off.

   I reached one hand down, joining her fingers as we teased and aroused
her tiny nub, bringing moans of pleasure to her lips.

   "Oh God, Jason," she gasped as a small climax hit her.  She collapsed
onto my chest again, hips still thrusting wildly.  As I reached my hands
around to cup her firm ass cheeks, one finger brushed over the wrinkled
pucker of her anus, and I felt Jennifer shudder in my arms.

   I held her in place there, thrusting up against her with all the speed I
could muster.  By this point Jennifer had thrown her arms around my neck
and was holding on as best she could as I hammered in and out of her pussy.
I realized I wasn't going to cum like this, and rolled us around, so
Jennifer lay on her back as I looked down between her parted thighs.

   As I began thrusting again, I found that our new position gave me a much
deeper penetration and suddenly I felt the cum boiling up out of my balls.

   "I'm close," I gasped.  "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked.

   "Cum in me," Jennifer panted.  "I want to feel you shoot inside me."

   I thrust again and again before with little warning my sperm erupted out
of my cock and I felt myself shoot my sticky sperm in her wet cunt.

   "Fuck," I groaned as Jennifer had another orgasm.  Her slick walls
clamped down on my cock, making thrusting difficult and almost painful.

   As the last of my ejaculations passed, I collapsed down on Jennifer. 
Her lips sought mine and we kissed, panting into each other's mouths as our
heart rates slowed to normal.

   With a last kiss I rolled off, not wanting to crush her with my weight,
and I lay there, still short of breath.  Jennifer rolled to her side,
looking at me, and I could see the love in her eyes.

   "Thank you," she said, kissing me softly all over my face.  "Thank you
thank you thank you."

   Not wanting to let her go, I took her into my arms and lay there, our
legs wrapped together, my sperm slowly dripping onto the bedding.  I knew
she would have to go back to her room before people woke up in the rest of
the house, but if I could have I would have spent the entire night in her
arms.  That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep.

   Chapter Two - Jennifer

   I spent most of an hour just watching Jason sleep after we made love.  I
knew it was dangerous, being in his room like this, but he was just so
cute. He'd curled up against me in his sleep and one hand had managed to
latch onto one of my breasts.  He wasn't grabbing at me, more like resting
his hand against me, and it felt good.  He had a soft touch.

   I'd checked the time around five o'clock, but I was just too comfortable
where I was, and besides...  I still had another hour or so, but I must
have fallen asleep.

   "What is going on here!?!" I was jolted out of my sleep by the sound of
an angry scream.  I whipped my head around and saw the horror-stricken face
of my mom.  Shit shit shit shit shit.

   Jason had wakened also, and had managed to slide off the bed in his
haste to get away from me.  I grabbed for the covers, but he only had one
sheet, and I sat there, feeling very naked and near tears as my mom's face
got redder and redder.

   "Jennifer, get out of here this instant.  Jason, get dressed.  What...
oh my God!" She ran out of words and stormed out of the room, the door
crashing closed behind her.

   The two of us sat there for a moment, too stunned to move, before Jason
finally got up and started walking around the room in a daze, looking for
clothes.  The reality of getting caught in bed with a lover, much less one
who was nearly my brother, had started to sink in, and my tears were
flowing in earnest now.

   "God, Jason.  I...  I'm sorry," I sniffed, curling up in a ball on his
bed.  I felt his warm hand reach out and pat me on the shoulder.

   "It's not your fault," he said, although I knew that wasn't the case. 
"We both fell asleep." He sat on the edge of the bed, silently trying to
comfort me.  "What...  what's going to happen now?" he finally asked.

   "I don't know," I moaned.  "We get kicked out on the street?  I get
disowned?  We never see each other again?  Who knows?" I wanted him to go
away.  We were dead as far as I was concerned.  No way would my mother let
this slide, and it was all my fault, no matter what Jason said.

   "Jennifer, look at me."

   "Go away."

   "Jennifer, look at me."

   "I said go away," I mumbled.

   "No.  It's my room."

   I laughed in spite of myself, and rolled over too look at him.  To my
surprise Jason wasn't angry.  In fact, he had a smile on his face.

   "Give me a kiss," he said simply, reaching out and running a finger over
my lips.  Give me a kiss, because I love you."

   "You do?"

   "I wouldn't have...  this morning wouldn't have happened if I didn't,"
he said, and before he could react I was in his arms.  He loved me!  I
peppered his face with kisses, having almost forgotten how much trouble we
were in, when there was a light tapping at the door.

   I bolted under the covers, trying to hide myself but Jason, who had
managed to get dressed somehow, simply called out, after checking to see I
was covered.

   "Come in," he sighed.  I expected another bout of shouting and screaming
from my mother, but somewhat to my relief it was our dad.

   "Hey kids," he said with a grim look.  He wasn't happy to see his son
and step-daughter in bed, but he didn't look like he would be reaching for
a shotgun any time soon.

   "Hi."

   "Hey."

   "Your mother seemed to think the world was crashing down around her," he
said.  "Care to tell me what's going on?"

   Jason and I looked at each other.  I was still too much in shock to try
and explain, so Jason came to our rescue.

   "We're in love," he said.  "We didn't mean for it to happen, but
something did.  I don't know if it was being in The Program, or what, but
it happened, and...  well..."

   "Last night?" Dad said, smiling tightly.  Jason hung his head.

   "That probably wasn't very cool," he said.  "But it will never..."

   "Yes it will," I broke in.  "I want it to happen again.  It was my
fault, I came in here in the middle of the night and we fell asleep, and...
it was my fault." Jason shook his head violently, but I stared at him until
he relaxed.  I didn't want him getting in more trouble than was necessary.

   I explained everything to Dad then.  The Program, how I'd been feeling
about Jason...  what had gone on at the middle school the day before... 
everything.  He seemed surprised to hear about the middle school, realizing
that Samantha would have been present.  I didn't leave anything out about
Jason and I, and finally ran out of things to say and sat there, nervously
picking at my fingernails, before he finally spoke.

   "I can't say I'm all that surprised, you know.  You two have always been
great kids, and you've gotten along so well.  But this...  this probably
wasn't the best way for your mother and I to find out about it."

   Both Jason and I had a hard time looking at him, but he just chuckled
softly and got up to leave.

   "That's it?" Jason asked, expecting something worse, as had I.

   "I don't know," his dad sighed, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.  "I
kind of think your mom might have something to say about this, don't you?"
We both nodded, of course she would.

   "I...  I should probably go talk to her," I said, waiting for Dad to
leave.  He held the door for me, but I shook my head, turning red faced. 
"I'm still naked under here," I admitted.

   He had the decency to blush at my revelation and quickly left the room.
I jumped out of the bed, wanting nothing more than to run out of the house
to the safety of school, but knew I had to deal with this.

   I hadn't worn any clothes to Jason's room, a decision I now regretted.
Thankfully there was no one in the hallway, so I ran naked to my own room.

   Chapter Three - Jason

   I showered and dressed, then ate breakfast alone in a strangely empty
house.  I wasn't sure where Jennifer and Mom had gone, and Dad was already
at work.  That left only Samantha, and it was too early for her to have
gone to school, so I read the paper before heading out to the car to wait
for Jennifer.  We had a half day left at the middle school, and then back
to classes.

   I was looking over my notes, trying to study for the English test I had
tomorrow, when I heard two sets of footsteps racing for the car.  Jennifer
and Samantha were in an all-out sprint and I slid over as Samantha opened
the front passenger door as Jennifer slid behind the wheel.

   "What's going on?" I asked as Jennifer frantically tried to stuff the
key into the ignition.  She finally started the car and the three of us
squealed out of the driveway, heading for the middle school.

   "Mom.  Completely.  Freaked." I looked at Samantha who nodded to confirm
Jennifer's words.

   "What?  What happened?" Jennifer was intent on the road and didn't
answer, so Samantha began telling the story of their morning.

   "I heard Mom yelling at you guys, but didn't know what was going on, and
then all of a sudden Jennifer comes into my room with Mom right behind her.
Mom starts going on and on about how Jennifer was going to corrupt me, and
what would the neighbors and our friends think, and that she had a
responsibility to me as an older sister, and she started talking about
finishing schools and convents and how Jennifer was probably going to
hell." Samantha let out a deep breath, while I tried to figure out what was
happening.

   "So she's pissed?" I said, and Samantha rolled her eyes.

   "She was really mad," she said.  "I tried to tell her that I was old
enough to understand, and then...  I'm sorry, but I mentioned you being at
the middle school yesterday."

   "What did you say?" I thought, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

   "I told her what happened," she said, sinking down in the car seat,
suddenly looking very small.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you guys in
trouble."

   "It's not your fault," I said, for perhaps the tenth time this morning.
"Why does everyone think it's their fault.  It's not.  Jennifer and I are
the ones who got caught naked in bed, and..."

   "You did?" Samantha said, wide-eyed.

   "Yeah.  What did you think this was about?"

   "I don't know," she stammered.  "I...  I thought it was still about you
being in The Program.  You were in bed together?  Why?" Samantha asked,
then blushed as she realized what that meant.  "Oh...  oh!  You...  you
guys are..."

   "Yep."

   "Oh.  Wow.  Is...  is this because of The Program?" she asked.  I
shrugged, not quite knowing what to say.  Fortunately, Jennifer had
apparently been following the conversation and chose that moment to join
in.

   "No.  Well, not entirely.  I've been in love with Jason for a long time,
and finally had the opportunity to show him," she said, and Samantha
giggled.

   "I'll say," she laughed.  "You've been showing everybody a lot!" She
covered her mouth as she laughed, trying not to embarrass her sister, but
Jennifer just smiled.

   "That's the point of The Program," she said.  "It's supposed to make you
more comfortable, and more at ease with yourself, and it's certainly done
that for me.  I don't know if I would have had the guts to do any of this
if I wasn't in The Program.

   "Wow...  that's cool, I guess.  So what's going to happen with you
guys?" Samantha asked, a worried expression returning to her face.

   "I don't know," I shrugged.  "Dad didn't seem overly mad, but Mom did, I
guess?" They both nodded.  "We'll have to wait and see.  I just wish I knew
what it was that had her so tied up in knots over this."

   Unfortunately, neither Jennifer nor Samantha had the answer to that, and
we rode in silence the remainder of the trip to the middle school.

   Chapter Four - Jennifer

   I was happy to get out of the house alive.  It was horrible to have been
discovered like that in Jason's bed, but I didn't regret going there in the
first place, not even a little bit.

   Samantha had been really cool about the whole thing, even sticking up
for me in front of Mom.  She had said Jason and I were perfect for each
other, and started calling Mom a bunch of names like "old fart" and
claiming she was out of touch with kids today.  Mom got pissed at that, she
had this wild look on her face, and as much as I tried not to, I started
giggling she looked so bizarre, which is when Mom really blew up and is why
we ran out to the car.

   When we got to the middle school Samantha gave me a little hug before
running inside to meet her friends.  Jason sat there, not looking at me for
a little while, before turning and smiling at me.

   "You ready for this?" he asked.  I nodded, and started unbuttoning my
blouse, since I couldn't wear it inside.  Jason saw what I was doing and
started shucking his own clothes.  It occurred to me that it would make as
much sense to wear a bathrobe on the drive to school, since it would be so
much easier to get out of, but that would be a little embarrassing if we
would get into an accident, God forbid.

   Finally the two of us were naked and we walked, hand in hand, into the
building.  We didn't cause nearly as big a stir among the kids as we had
the day before, since most of the older ones had seen us.  I thought I saw
the secretary eyeing Jason's cock, which was once again erect.  It was
maybe a little mean of me, but I grabbed it in my hand and led him to the
stage of the auditorium, where we waited for Mrs.  Becker to arrive.

   "Don't get any ideas," I warned Jason, who was still a little bit in
shock from having me grab him like that.  I jacked on his shaft a couple
times to get his attention.  "You're all mine," I said.  Jason leaned in
and kissed me soundly, his tongue playing lightly with mine.  He reached
down and his fingers had just brushed over my erect clit when we heard the
sound of someone clearing their throat.  The two of us jumped apart
guiltily, and we quickly heard the sound of laughter.

   "Don't mind me," the voice said, and I realized it was Mrs.  Becker. 
Somehow she had managed to sneak onto the stage and was now standing behind
us.  "In fact, if my guess is right, you'll be doing a lot more of that
this morning."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, glancing at Jason, who was blushing madly.

   "I mean this morning is all about answering the kids' questions about
sex and dating.  If you're agreeable, they'll probably ask you to
demonstrate things for them."

   "Things like what?"

   "Oh, like kissing, oral sex, finger stimulation, things like that."

   "Oh!  And this is approved by the school?" I asked, not wanting to have
this get back to my mom!

   "Certainly."

   I was letting that sink in when the bell rang, and the same students
from yesterday, boys and girls together this time, started filing into
their seats.  One hundred pairs of eyes were focused on Jason and I, and I
suddenly got very nervous about what to expect.  Jason sensed this, and
gave my hand a little squeeze.

   How bizarre is that?  At the beginning of the week, I thought I was
going to have to work really hard to get him out of his shell, and it turns
out I'm the skittish one.

   Mrs.  Becker called the students to order, and gave a little
introduction.  After describing what Jason and I were here for, she opened
up the floor for questions.  There was a long silence before a girl in the
front row timidly raised her hand.

   "Could you two kiss for us?" she asked.

   "Gladly," I answered and flowed into Jason's arms.  I sighed as our lips
met.  It was the most natural feeling in the world, and it felt very right
being in his arms.  I don't know how long we kissed, but we were both a bit
out of breath as we broke our embrace.  The girl was a little red in the
face and seemed to be short of breath herself from watching us.

   "How was that?" I asked, grinning as she squirmed in her seat.  She
nodded furiously.

   "Great, thanks."

   "Next question," called Nurse Becker.

   This time a boy in the front row asked if we could show him how to use a
condom.  Jennifer and I turned to the nurse for help...  we certainly
hadn't brought any.  In this day and age condoms are rarely necessary
because of the Pill and some serious advances in medical technology.

   Sexually transmitted diseases are mostly a thing of the past, although
we still study them in school, but I knew some girls didn't like how the
Pill made them feel, and of course it's always better to be safe than
sorry, so some people still used condoms, just for that extra bit of
protection.

   It turns out she didn't have any rubbers, so the boy had to settle for
an explanation of how they're used, and not an actual demonstration.

   The next few questions were fairly innocuous, asking Jason to touch my
breasts or my pussy.  I jumped when his finger slid over my swollen lips,
and had to fight the urge to push him to his knees and have him lick up all
my juices, but I didn't know if he'd done that before.

   I was standing there, my knees shaking a bit, when I realized I was
about to find out.  Samantha raised her hand, although I didn't realize it
was her at first.  I certainly recognized her voice, however, as her
question reached the stage.

   "Could Jason lick her pussy?"

   I was going to kill her when we got home!

   Chapter Five - Jason

   I about dropped when I heard Samantha's question.  Jennifer stiffened
too, and her hand grabbed mine, I think to keep her from going after her
sister.

   "Oh, well, I'm not sure if that's really appropriate," stammered Mrs. 
Becker, but to my surprise the next voice I heard was my own.

   "Sure," I said in a voice that didn't reflect how nervous I was.  I've
said it before, that I'm no virgin, and certainly wasn't after this
morning, but eating pussy is one of those things I've discovered I have a
real affinity for, plus I really enjoy doing it.

   Jennifer whipped her head around to stare at me, and I had to smile at
her shocked expression.

   "Payback for jacking me off on Monday," I whispered.

   Jennifer just stood there, frozen in place, so I dropped to my knees and
took the first tentative lick of her slit.

   "Delicious," I mumbled, sticking my tongue as far up her juicy slit as I
could.  I could actually feel the muscles in Jennifer's legs trembling as I
stroked my tongue up and down her pink outer labia.  Realizing this whole
process could be made to be much simpler, I pulled Jennifer to the floor of
the stage, and knelt between her widespread thighs.

   The outer lips of her pussy had spread wide, and I could see the
delicate inner lips of her pussy spread before me like a flower.  She was
very damp, and little droplets of her moisture glinted in the harsh stage
lights.

   "Do it," she whispered, and I looked up to see Jennifer staring intently
at me.  "Suck my pussy, Jason."

   I hurriedly complied, ignoring the pain as my knees scraped against the
hard wood floor.  In the back of my consciousness I could hear the soft
cries of surprise from some of the students, as well as Mrs.  Becker
describing what I was doing.  I pushed the sounds of my mind, wanting to
concentrate solely on Jennifer, and again dropped my face to her sweet
cunt.

   Using my fingers I spread her fat lips apart and found her clit peeking
up from its fleshy hood.  With little warning I attached my lips to the
tiny nub, flicking my tongue rapidly over the sensitive flesh.  Jennifer
arched her hips up at me, crying out as her body reacted to my
manipulations.

   I could feel a wash of her fluids rush up from deep inside, lubricating
her slit, and I reached out to gather some on my finger.  Once my finger
was coated with her juices, I traced a small circle all around Jennifer
clit, trying to maintain a smooth motion as her hips bucked up against me.

   "Use your tongue," she panted, all embarrassment forgotten in her
passion.

   Gently, I resumed licking all around her slick mound, while I inserted
two fingers inside her steaming tunnel.  Jennifer's pussy was slick and
ready for me, grasping at my fingers, trying to draw them further inside.

   "Oh god oh god oh god," I heard her moan, and happened to glance up from
between her thighs.  Jennifer was manhandling her tits, squeezing and
pulling at her erect nipples.  Her upper chest and neck were flushed with
her arousal, and it took but another moment before she came, clamping her
legs around my head as her body shook with her orgasm.

   Jennifer lay there for a moment, deep breaths pushing her large tits out
from her chest.  My cock was as hard as a rock, both from the sight and
smell of her.  Before I really knew what was happening, Jennifer had pulled
herself up and somehow managed to push me to my back.

   She hovered over me, long hair dragging on my chest and nipples and I
groaned as I felt the wet warmth of Jennifer's pussy brush over my thigh. I
looked into her eyes and saw love and affection, but could scarcely believe
she was going to do what I thought was coming.

   Jennifer leaned down and our lips met, crushing together in a mad bout
of passion and lust.  I wasn't aware of anything else in the room.  A fire
could have started, Mrs.  Becker could have tried to pull me away and I
wouldn't have noticed.  My whole world at that moment was Jennifer.

   She broke our kiss, reaching down to tease my erect shaft.  Pulling
herself on top of me, Jennifer again impaled herself on my cock.  Our
coupling on the stage was slow and unhurried.  Jennifer set a moderate pace
and I was happy to lay back and watch, as she shifted her hips up and down
my cock.

   Jennifer again twisted and pulled at her nipples as she rode me,
occasionally leaning forward to kiss and lick at my nipples.  My hands
reached down around her ass, feeling my cock as it plowed into the steaming
glove of her tight pussy.  First wetting my finger with our juices, I
slipped a finger past the tight ring of her anus, remembering her reaction
to my accidental brushing of her ass earlier.

   Once again I felt Jennifer tense as my finger explored her tight rear
hole.

   "Fuck yes," she moaned into my ear, speeding her pussy's movement on my
cock.  I thrust into her in tandem, my cock and finger spearing into her
front and rear entrances.  Our lips met, tongues rapidly flicking over one
another as Jennifer slammed her hips down against mine.

   Suddenly Jennifer froze in my arms, her cunt flooding my cock and balls
as she came, screaming her passion.

   "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" she cried out as her body was wracked with a
powerful climax.

   I had expected her to lean against me, but Jennifer surprised me by
quickly jumping off my body.  My cock waved in the air a moment, but
Jennifer quickly reached down and pulled me to my feet.

   She dropped to her knees, looking up at me a moment before her lips
attached themselves to the crown of my cock, and Jennifer began sucking on
me for all she was worth.

   "God," I moaned as I felt her tongue bathing along the veiny bottom
surface of my cock.  I realized Jennifer was humming as she tried to
swallow my entire shaft, and the vibrations quickly had me straining to
keep from coating the inside of her mouth with my hot semen.

   Jennifer realized how close I was and doubled her efforts, all the while
her hands stroked and fondled my balls.

   The first shot of my orgasm bubbled out of my cock with no warning, and
Jennifer gagged sharply, before releasing me from her hot mouth.  She
stroked me onto her tits as I released shot after shot, coating her mounds
with my sticky cum.

   I was aware of little else as I focused all my attentions on my dick. 
Jennifer squeezed out the last drops of my cum onto her tits before licking
at the remnants on the purple head of my now-deflating cock.

   "Yummy," she said, licking her fingers clean.  I gasped, then surprised
her as I pulled Jennifer to me.  I could feel the semen on her tits rub
against my chest as our slippery bodies thrust together.  I leaned down to
kiss her and could taste my cum on her lips as my hands dropped to
Jennifer's waist.

   We stood there a moment, embracing one another before the sounds in the
auditorium filtered their way into my brain.  Slowly I looked up to see
many of the middle school kids looking at us in surprise, some in lust.  I
spotted Samantha and was happy to see an ecstatic look on her face.  I
turned to Mrs.  Becker who was staring at us, although I was unable to read
her expression.

   No one spoke for a moment, when suddenly the bell rang.  The sound
jarred Jennifer and I out of our fog, and we quickly turned to the school
nurse.

   "Class, please meet back here after lunch, there are many things we need
to talk about," she said quickly as the students raced for the back of the
auditorium.

   Nothing much was said to Jennifer or I as we left the middle school.  I
certainly hadn't planned on making love to Jennifer on the school stage,
but didn't think I regretted it.  The two of us grabbed lunch at a fast
food place, feeding each other french fries and bites of chicken in the car
before heading back to the high school.

   Chapter Six - Jennifer

   Oh wow.  I couldn't believe we did that up on the stage in front of
everybody!  I guess I started most of it, but Jason still shocked me when
he said he'd go down on me.  And go down on me he did!  I was so relaxed by
the time I had my first orgasm that I kind of forgot where I was, and had
to do something nice for the guy.  Right?

   I was still on cloud nine when Jason and I walked into choir.  It was
our last practice before the concert tonight, and I knew Jason was nervous,
since he was directing part of it, so I promised to behave myself.

   As it turns out, it wasn't me that got things going!

   Allison Parker, one of the juniors involved in The Program this week is
usually pretty shy, so I was surprised when she asked for relief at the
beginning of the hour.  I was even more surprised when she asked Jason to
be the one to give it to her.  He looked at me, his eyes asking me if it
was okay.  What was I going to say?  Of course it was, that's what The
Program was all about.  It wasn't like he was going to screw her right
there on the choir room floor.

   Although the choir room is carpeted, and would be much more comfortable
than the wood floor we'd just left behind at the middle school.  Hmm... 
something to think about for later, maybe.

   Allison is really cute.  She has nice tits, although they're not nearly
as big as mine, but they're really nice.  Tiny pink nipples that were hard
from the moment Jason touched her, and an ass that I'd kill for.  I know
Jason thinks I have a cute butt, and I suppose I do, from playing
volleyball, but Allison has what I'd call a bubble butt.  Not too muscular,
but not at all flabby.

   What really surprised me was that she shaves her pussy.  I hadn't seen
her around much this week, so I don't know if it was newly shaved, but just
looking at her pink slit had me all hot and bothered, and that confused me.

   When I'd gone to see Nurse Becker on Tuesday, it had almost felt like
she was coming onto me, and I hadn't minded all that much, and here I was
getting wet watching my step-brother eat out another girl.  What was wrong
with me?

   I put the question out of my mind though, and almost managed to get
myself off by the time Jason had licked and sucked Allison to what looked
like an earth-shattering orgasm.  He helped her up and Allison walked back
to her spot next to me in the choir, looking kind of unsteady.

   "How was he?" I asked, grinning as she blushed.

   "Pretty good," she answered.

   "He's got a great tongue, doesn't he?" I asked dreamily, laughing at the
shocked expression on her face.  "Oh yeah, he ate me out this morning."

   "What?  He's your brother," she whispered, trying not to draw attention
to our conversation.

   "Step-brother," I said, dismissing her concerned look with a tiny wave
of my hand.  "Although if I'd known how good he was, I'm not sure if it
would have mattered if we really were brother and sister." I went on to
give a short recap of what had happened while Mr.  Bergerud led the choir
in warming up.  She looked shocked, but I caught her looking at me out of
the corner of my eye.  Maybe she's interested in me, I found myself
thinking, shocked that the thought occurred to me.

   The rest of the rehearsal went well, I thought.  Jason managed to direct
his portion of the concert without any obvious difficulties, by which I
mean he didn't get a hard-on.  It was kind of surprising, because as we
sang I noticed how strong Allison's smell was.  My nipples were hard and my
pussy was dripping the whole time, but I don't think she noticed.

   Finally the period was over and I got ready to take off.  Jason has a
study hall and would be hanging out in the choir room like he always does,
and I started to head off to math.  Before I could get out of the choir
room, however, I heard our names called over the intercom, paging us to the
office.  I was curious about what that could mean, but I waited for Jason,
who rushed to catch up with me.

   "What's this about, you suppose?" he asked.

   "No idea," I answered.

   Like most of the times we'd been called to the office this week, the two
of us had to wait for quite a while before finally being waved into Miss
Pomeroy's office.  I got a nervous feeling when I saw her sitting behind
her desk, looking very annoyed.  She waved us to take our seats.

   "We need to talk."

   Chapter Seven - Jason

   Do you want to talk about waiting for the other shoe to drop?  That's
what it felt like this entire week.  Jennifer and I kept getting called to
the principal's office, and each time it was nothing I'd been expecting. 
My first thought was that we'd been called down here to get chewed out for
what had happened at the middle school, but since that was my first
thought, I figured it was something else and settled back in my chair.

   "I heard what happened at the middle school," Miss Pomeroy said, clearly
displeased.

   Shit.

   "Oh?" Jennifer said.

   "I received a call from Mrs.  Becker during the lunch period.  She
seemed quite upset at what had gone on during her sex education classes
this morning."

   "But it wasn't our fault," Jennifer protested.  Miss Pomeroy shook her
head, raising her hand for silence.

   "I'm not here to scold you, but I am disappointed.  This wasn't quite
the exposure I'd hoped to give our younger students."

   "But..."

   "Jennifer, that's enough.  I'm just trying to figure out where things
went awry.  Care to give me your version?" Miss Pomeroy asked, looking at
me for the first time.  I swallowed, taking a deep breath before answering.

   "Well, first a couple kids asked us to kiss, then they wanted us to
fondle each other, and then..." I paused, looking at Jennifer, who nodded.
"Then...  and then...  a girl asked me to...  to give...  to give oral sex
to Jennifer." I immediately shut my mouth, and waited for the explosion,
but it never came.

   "Oh?"

   She wasn't mad?

   "Yeah, and it was great," chimed in Jennifer.

   "And then what?" asked Miss Pomeroy.

   "Well, then I jumped him," said Jennifer, smiling at me.

   "Oh dear.  I can't say I saw this coming at all.  So what I hear you
saying is that Nurse Becker had lost control of the class?"

   "What?  No.  We were answering questions just like she wanted us to."

   "Ah...  clearly there's been a misunderstanding.  I had in mind more of
a living example for the kids.  They would be able to study your anatomy,
but...  I didn't plan on an actual example.  Clearly a misunderstanding."
She nodded a moment, seemingly mulling things over.  Suddenly, she looked
up with surprise, as if realizing we were still there.  "You're dismissed,"
she said, waving in the direction of the door.

   "Do we need a pass?" Jennifer asked.  We'd been waiting in the reception
area for so long that we were at risk of being late for our next class. 
Miss Pomeroy checked her clock and shook her head.

   "You should have enough time," she said, and Jennifer and I started for
the door.  I stopped suddenly and turned back.

   "So...  we're not in trouble?" I asked, breathing a sigh of relief when
she shook her head.  With that out of the way Jennifer and I bolted out of
the office and practically sprinted to art.

   Class was like Tuesday, except the poses were a little more suggestive.
I'm not sure who Miss Danforth had used as models when Jennifer and I were
gone, maybe she got the same ones from Monday, but today it was back to the
two of us in front of everyone.

   "Jennifer?  Jason?  May I see the two of you?" she asked, and we quickly
walked to where she was sitting at her drawing board.  "I have an idea for
today's class," she said, "but I'm not sure if you'll be willing to pose...
this way.  She turned her pad of paper toward us and Jennifer gasped.

   The drawing was kind of rough, sketched with pencil and charcoal, but it
was very obviously a man and woman.  The woman was astride the man, facing
away from him, and although the image was a bit smudgy, his cock was
clearly embedded in her cunt.  His hands were covering her breasts, with
the woman's head leaning back against the man's chest.  It was very erotic,
and I felt myself starting to get hard just imagining Jennifer and I in
that position.

   "Are...  are you sure?" Jennifer asked, her voice a bit shaky.

   "Yeah," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.  "I don't know if I can
stay hard that long!"

   Miss Danforth smiled at my comment, but remained serious.  "There would
be no need for actual...  penetration," she said.  "Just the appearance
would be enough for the class." Jennifer and I looked at each other,
conversing with our eyes, before we turned to her and nodded.

   "I guess," Jennifer said, and I quickly agreed.

   "Wonderful," Miss Danforth said, her mood suddenly brightened, and she
clapped her hands.

   The class quickly filed into the classroom, and soon enough Miss
Danforth had me sitting on the chair.  I grimaced as I saw Brenda look at
me and sneer.  I'd forgotten she was in the class, and tried to hide myself
from her view, before realizing that wasn't allowed, and dropped my arms to
my sides.  Happily, she seemed to quickly lose interest.

   As the class readied to sketch us, Jennifer sat in my lap.  We had
agreed to the no penetration idea, but it was still difficult having my
gorgeous step-sister in my lap.  My cock was as hard as it had ever been,
and as Jennifer sat on my lap I groaned as my cock slipped between the
cheeks of her ass, bumping against the bottom of her pussy.

   Jennifer purred as she squirmed to get in better position, and I felt
her nipples harden as my palms covered the soft cones of her tits.  We sat
like that, her head resting on my chest, just relaxing, as the class drew
us.  Before we had talked, but the position we found ourselves in this
period didn't allow that, so we just enjoyed being close to one another.

   As the midway point of the period neared, Miss Danforth called a short
break, and the two of us got up to stretch.  I wandered around to look at
some of the drawings, and was quite pleased with what I saw.

   Jody Schwartz, Kyle's girlfriend, was in this class, and her drawing was
very nice.  She had improvised a bit, and had actually shown my cock
piercing Jennifer's pussy.  It was a really hot picture, and she blushed
when I said so, although she seemed to have put a tad too much emphasis on
the size of my dick, not that I was complaining.

   Alissa Meyers, one of Jennifer's friends, had also drawn us very well.
She seemed to have a really good eye, and it was obvious just looking at
her drawing that Jennifer and I were in love.

   "That's nice," I said.

   "Thanks, you two make a cute couple."

   "Quick question for you though.  Don't you think Jennifer's boobs are a
little too big in your drawing?" Alissa blushed at my question.

   "I know, but...  I like 'em.  I wish mine were that big.  I think big
boobs are hot," she said, turning bright pink as I grinned at her.

   "You do, huh?" I asked, laughing as she nodded rapidly.  "I'll have to
keep that in mind," I said, turning to walk away.

   "Do that," she called after me.

   Chapter Eight - Jennifer

   Art was so hot today.  We posed in front of the class, and I was sitting
on Jason's lap the whole time.  It was almost like we were screwing, and he
must have been able to feel how excited I was.  The tip of his dick kept
scraping against the bottom of my pussy, and my nipples were hard from him
holding my tits the whole time, but we managed to survive without
embarrassing ourselves.

   The second class was over, however, we ran to the choir room.  We had to
be back at school for the concert in a couple hours, so we'd decided to
just stay here.  Mr.  Bergerud had parking lot duty, so the two of us were
thankfully alone.

   I was in his arms immediately after closing the choir room door, and it
didn't take long before I was cumming on his fingers as he diddled my clit.
Soon after that I was on my knees in front of him, and I drank my first
mouthful of his hot cum.

   Delicious.

   We had barely had time to get straightened when Mr.  Bergerud came into
the choir room.  He seemed surprised to see us, but told us he had things
to do in his office, and left us alone.

   "Jennifer?" Jason asked, and I could tell he was a little nervous.

   "What?"

   "What the heck happened during choir?" he asked.  "You looked really...
I don't know...  kind of funny."

   "What do you mean?"

   "When I was...  with Allison."

   "Oh!" I blushed a little.  "I don't know what that was, but it was
really hot watching you eat out her pussy."

   "I only did it because you said it was okay," he protested.

   "No!  I really enjoyed it.  I almost got myself off watching you.  I
know what a talented tongue you have, but..."

   "But what."

   "I don't know...  it was really hot watching Allison too."

   "What do you mean?" Jason asked.  He was watching me intently, and I
think he'd sort of figured out what I was getting at.

   "I kind of wanted to trade places, you know?"

   "With Allison."

   "With you."

   He got it, and almost choked on the carrot stick he was eating from the
supper we'd brought from home.

   "What?"

   "Yeah...  I kind of found myself wondering what it would be like.... 
you know...  to be with another girl."

   "What...  what about the two of us?" he asked, his face falling.

   "No, I'm not saying that at all!  But maybe...  sometime...  the two of
us might want to try another...  might want to bring someone else..."

   "Like a threesome?" he asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Wow," Jason said, sitting back in his chair.  "I don't know what to
think..."

   "Your dick does," I laughed, grinning as he looked down and saw the
massive erection sticking up from his crotch.  "I think it knows exactly
what it wants!"

   "I guess so," he said, laughing with me before suddenly turning serious.
"But, what about...  I don't know.  This is all happening so quickly," he
said.

   "Jason, don't worry about it." I kissed him quickly on the cheek.  "If
it freaks you out that much, we don't have to do it."

   I tried to change the subject after that, but I could tell Jason was
preoccupied with what I'd said, and I hoped I hadn't ruined anything for
us.

   Chapter Nine - Jason

   After a wild morning and afternoon, it was nice to be able to just sit
back and relax for a while, even if Jennifer was throwing out these wild
ideas about the two of us involved in a threesome with another girl.

   I had to admit the idea had a certain appeal to me...  okay, I admit
it...  every guy wants to get it on with two women at the same time.  Who
wouldn't?  The idea of one girl riding my cock while the other sits on my
mouth while I lick her pussy...  hot!  Or better yet me behind one girl,
doing her doggy style, while she and the other girl eat each other out.

   But I knew it would never happen.  I'm a bit too conservative for that,
and maybe a little jealous.  This news of Jennifer's possible bisexuality
had thrown me for a loop, and I found myself having visions of her dumping
me for another girl.  I shook my head at one point, trying to get the image
out of my head, and Jennifer looked at me curiously.

   "Nothing," I said.  "Just trying to get the cobwebs out before the
concert.

   I was pretty nervous once the choir started singing.  I was in the back
row, and Jennifer was in the second row thankfully, so we weren't a
distraction for the audience.  It was still kind of odd though, what with
everyone else wearing their velvet choir robes.

   Actually, it was kind of nice.  Mindy Carlson was standing in front of
me, and she kept rubbing her ass back against my cock as we sang through
some of Brahms' liebeslieder waltzes.  They're fun pieces and take a lot of
concentration, which was hard, since I could feel the heat of her pussy as
she wedged my cock between her ass cheeks.  Fortunately she let up after a
few minutes.  The last thing I wanted to do was exit the stage with a big
hard-on wagging in front of me.

   At intermission I tried to ignore everyone, since the first three songs
we were singing were the ones I was conducting.  I had selected a series of
three spirituals arranged by L.L.  Fleming, and wanted some time to go over
the music by myself.  Thankfully Mr.  Bergerud let me use his office so I
was able to get some peace and quiet.

   When I walked on stage there were a few gasps from people who hadn't
seen me walk on during the first part of the concert.  The last thing I
wanted to do was turn and face the audience, but I took my bow and as
quickly as I could turned back to the choir.  A few people in the chorus
were giggling at my predicament, but they soon turned serious for the heavy
pieces we were singing.

   Jennifer had a funny look on her face all through the songs, but the
rest of the choir was right with me, as I took us through the songs, which
were alternately sad, happy and serious.  The choir did a great job, and I
felt we had earned the thunderous round of applause we received.

   After my pieces, the choir still had a couple numbers to do, and then it
was time for the stage choir to perform.  We were doing a tango, and once
again I had a huge erection as my partner and I swayed across the stage. 
Fortunately the two of us were pressed together, so the audience didn't see
it, although she certainly did!

   At the end of the concert, Mr.  Bergerud had me come out to take one
last bow along with Stacy O'Keefe, who was the piano player.  Jennifer and
I got out of there as quickly as we could.  I think we were both horny as
hell and wanted to get home, although we were a little worried about
running into our parents.

   Surprisingly the house was empty, but there was a note for the two of us
from Samantha.

   "J & J," she had written.  "Mom & Dad and I are going out to eat with
Bob & Joanne Miller after the concert and will be back late.  Sam"

   Knowing we had the house all to ourselves, I turned to Jennifer.

   "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, laughing as she started
unbuttoning her blouse as quickly as she was able.

   "Damn right," she muttered.

   Chapter Ten - Jennifer

   I swear I about jumped his bones the second we walked in the door!  I
don't know who it was, but somebody behind me was fingering my pussy all
the way through the second half of the concert.  I wasn't ever able to cum
though, and I was as wet as a dishrag by the time we were done singing.

   So when Jason asked me if I was thinking what he was thinking, I hoped
my answer was obvious as I stripped as fast as I could.  Apparently I was
right, and soon the two of us were naked on the living room floor, groping
at each other like the frantic high school kids we were!

   "Kiss me," I panted, reaching for Jason's rapidly expanding cock.  Our
lips met and once again I marveled at the electric shock I felt every time
we kissed.  My nipples would have been instantly hard and the juices would
have flowed straight to my pussy, if I hadn't already been excited and wet.
It was that good a kiss.

   Jason moaned into my mouth as we kissed, his hands everywhere on my
body. First he teased my nipples, then his fingers dipped into my moist
folds, stroking and caressing my pussy.  I jumped as he spread my juices
over my clit, humping up at his fingers, my body begging for more
stimulation.

   Feeling myself ready for him, I started to lay back, but Jason had other
ideas.

   "On your hands and knees," he said, his eyes glazed over with lust.  I
knew what he wanted and shivered in anticipation as I turned away from him,
knowing Jason could see the pink of my pussy along with the crinkled bud of
my asshole.

   "You want me like this?" I asked, wagging my behind at him.  His hands
were stroking my ass cheeks as he nodded, and suddenly I felt the fleshy
knob of his cock spreading me open.  I moaned, pushing back at him, willing
him to shove his way inside me, but he kept teasing me.  I groaned, wanting
more stimulation, and turned to look back at him, almost screaming as I saw
we weren't alone.

   "Why don't you guys get a room?" asked Samantha, and Jason jumped,
having not realized she was watching us.  He quickly pulled away from me,
attempting to cover himself up, before realizing Samantha had seen
everything already today.

   "Why don't you knock?" I asked.

   "Knock on what?" Samantha retorted.  "You're in the living room!"

   Oh.  Right.  The living room.

   "Well..."

   "Well, what?  What if Mom and Dad had walked in on you like this? 
Again?"

   Crap, Mom and Dad!

   "Where are they?" I asked.

   "They're still at the restaurant.  I got bored and wanted to go home,
only to walk in on your...  on your homemade porno!"

   "Sorry," mumbled Jason, unable to look Samantha in the eye.

   "Yeah, we'll go somewhere else," I said starting to get up, but Samantha
quickly answered.

   "No, you can stay here."

   "What?  I thought you wanted us somewhere else?" I asked.

   Samantha blushed.  "No...  I just want you to be more careful.  I...  I
want to watch."

   "What!"

   "You two were really...  were really something today at the auditorium,
and...  I want to watch." I was beginning to get the idea that my little
sister wasn't so little anymore.  I tried to remember what I was like at
her age.  It had only been four years ago, but it seemed like forever.  Had
I been that horny?  Probably, I laughed to myself.

   "Okay, sure," I said, watching Jason's head whip around to stare at me.
"What?" I asked.  "It's not like she hasn't seen it before."

   "Yeah, but..."

   "If you don't I'll tell Mom and Dad," Samantha said quietly.

   "Hey, listen here," I said.  "We're probably going to do it for you
anyway, so there's no need to start blackmailing us, got it?"

   "But..."

   "No buts about it.  Don't play like that, okay?" I said, and Samantha
nodded shyly.

   "Sorry."

   "Besides," I continued.  "You tell Mom and Dad and it's likely they will
find out about Joe," I said.

   "You wouldn't!" Samantha gasped.

   "Who's Joe?" Jason asked, looking back and forth between us.  "Some
guy?"

   "I'll say!" I laughed as Samantha blushed.  It was her turn to be unable
to look either one of us in the eye.  I held my hands about a foot apart.
"He's about this tall, and about this big around," I said, holding my thumb
and index finger in a circle.  "And he just loves to vibrate as fast as he
can.  Right Sam?"

   "I guess.  Jeez, I said I was sorry.  Who's blackmailing who now?" she
asked.

   I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.  "I won't tell if you
don't.  Agreed?"

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "Good, now where were we Jason?" I asked, reaching for his prick, which
had long since deflated.

   "What?" He looked around as if he wasn't sure what we were doing.

   "I think this needs a little stimulation," I said, stroking on his cock,
which quickly expanded to its full length.  Samantha watched on in rapt
attention.  I realized she had been at the school, but hadn't been able to
watch this closely.

   "Oh God," Jason moaned as I leaned over and licked the head of his cock.
He was slowly pumping in and out of my fist and I licked the head each time
it came through my tight grip.  He was fully erect again, and more than
ready to fuck me, but I was enjoying the look on Samantha's face as she
watched.

   "It's okay if you touch yourself," I said, seeing how she seemed to be
fighting to keep her hands from running over her breasts.  No sooner had I
said this than Samantha stood and quickly shucked off her shirt and pants.
She slowed in embarrassment when she realized both Jason and I were
watching her, but took a deep breath and unsnapped her bra.

   Jason gasped as her tiny tits came into view.  The cones of her breasts
were no larger than tennis balls, but were perfectly formed, topped with
nipples already tight with arousal.

   "You like that?" I teased, letting my own breasts drag over the hard
surface of his cock.

   "Yes," he gasped, nodding quickly.  We both watched as Samantha turned
away from us to lower her panties.  She wasn't all that developed in the
way of curves, but when she bent over we had a great view of the puffy lips
of her pink slit.  Jason's cock gave a twitch in my hand and I squeezed in
response.

   "That's twice today you've gotten all hard looking at a bare pussy," I
teased.  "Maybe I should shave." I'd always liked my mat of fine pussy
hair, but Jason did seem to have a thing for a bald cunt, so I'd have to
consider it.

   Hmm...  his birthday is coming up soon!

   Chapter Eleven - Jason

   I thought we were dead when Samantha walked in on us.  I don't know how
long she'd been standing there, but I about had a heart attack when she
started talking.  Then when Jennifer practically invited her to join us I
wanted to run out of the room.  I know she'd watched us at school, but that
was...  school.

   Whatever, I guess.  I have to admit she has a hot little body.  I'm not
into the whole little girl thing, but Jennifer's right.  I do have a thing
for bald pussies, and if she wants to shave hers for me, more power to her,
I say!

   Samantha lay back in the chair, spreading her legs wide and began
lightly touching around the smooth lips of her cunt.  I'd gathered that Joe
was the "name" she had given to her vibrator, so I knew that sex wasn't as
new for her as it would have been for me when I was her age.  If I'd had an
older brother or sister and walked in on them about to make love in the
middle of the living room, I would have freaked out.

   "You're some kind of voyeur," I said to Samantha, who grinned and
nodded, blushing madly as she toyed with her tits with one hand, while with
the other she brushed her fingers over her little clit.  I felt something
bump against me and turned back to Jennifer, who was once again on her
hands and knees.

   "Get back here," she said, once again wiggling her ass at me.  I stroked
my cock a few times before placing the head at her wet entrance.

   "Gladly," I said, pushing ahead slowly.  I could feel the walls of her
pussy expanding to allow me entrance, and we both sighed as I bottomed out.

   "God that feels good," she moaned, looking over her shoulder at me.

   I held back and slowly pumped in and out, reveling in the sensations of
her hot cunt sucking at my hard shaft.  I wanted nothing more than to
thrust in and out as hard and fast as I could, but I wanted this to last. I
leaned over, kissing the smooth expanse of Jennifer's back, reaching around
to cup her large tits.

   "Faster?" Jennifer panted, pushing her hips against mine, trying to
increase the pace of our lovemaking.

   "In a bit," I said, squeezing the hard tips of her nipples.  "Let's make
this last."

   Jennifer still tried to increase our tempo, but I grabbed ahold of her
hips, slowing her movements, and kept up my deliberate pace.  Eventually
the friction and steady sensations started to get to Jennifer and I felt
the slick walls of her cunt flutter against my cock as her body started to
warm up.

   Feeling this I began to increase my tempo, pushing more rapidly into her
wet tunnel.  I happened to glance over to Samantha and her eyes were
glassed over as her hands twisted and squeezed at her tender flesh.  He
cunt was flushed deep pink and I could see the wet trails of her arousal as
she spread her juices all over her tiny crotch.

   Sensing Jennifer close to going over the edge, I tried something which
had been successful before.  Keeping my eyes on Samantha I licked my thumb
and slowly pushed against the bud of Jennifer's asshole.  She hissed
through her teeth, slowing her hip movements as she allowed me to penetrate
her tight backdoor.

   Samantha gasped as she realized what I was doing, and began furiously
rubbing her pussy.  I thought I saw a hand begin to steal down toward her
own anus, but she blushed and quickly moved it back to her pussy when she
saw I was watching.

   I was able to feel the added pressure my thumb gave through the thin
wall of Jennifer's rectum, and the increased sensation drove me more
quickly to my own orgasm.  Ignoring Jennifer for the moment, I concentrated
solely on my own climax, shoving my cock as deep and as hard into her pussy
as I could.

   Jennifer was panting as she humped back against me, and I could hear my
balls slapping against her cunt with each thrust.  Suddenly I felt my cum
boiling up from my nuts, just as Jennifer froze in place as her own orgasm
hit her.  I felt like my testicles were being shot out the end of my dick
as my cock erupted inside her.  Combined with the pressure her clenching
pussy muscles put on the end of my dick as Jennifer cried out in her own
orgasm, I nearly passed out.

   My climax seemed to last ages, but finally I was spent.  Samantha too
had reached her own peak during the orgasm Jennifer and I shared, and was
collapsed back in the chair, her tiny hand making lazy circles around her
swollen pussy.

   Jennifer was the first of us to recover, pulling away from my dick with
an audible pop.  She quickly put her hand over her opening to stem the
flood of our juices, and ran to the bathroom.  She came back shortly
carrying a towel and proceeded to wipe off my cock and balls before
throwing the towel to Samantha.

   "You'd better clean up," she said.  "Actually, we'd better do some
cleaning," she clarified, sniffing the air in the living room.  "Smells
like someone just had sex in here."

   I grinned, stretching my muscles as I stood.  Samantha was still
watching us intently, staring at my cock as it slowly returned to its
flaccid state.

   "It isn't always that big," I shrugged at her unasked question.  She
nodded, and quickly scampered to her room.  Jennifer looked as if she
intended to follow her, but I grabbed her arm before she could leave.  "I
don't think she'll tell," I said, pulling Jennifer into a hug.

   "Wow," she said as she squeezed herself against me.  "That was
something."

   "Sure was," I said.  "But you're right.  Mom and Dad could be home any
minute, we better clean up."

   It didn't take too long for us to wipe up any telltale signs of our
lovemaking.  We aired out the room for a bit to get rid of our stink, just
in case.  By the time Mom and Dad returned all three children were asleep,
each in our own beds.

   FRIDAY

   Chapter One - Jennifer

   I was still on cloud nine when I woke up this morning.  I thought for a
moment about sneaking into Jason's room.  I've always had a fantasy of
giving someone a wake-up blowjob, but thought there were a few things that
could go wrong.  The last thing we needed was for Jason to wake up
screaming as I sucked on his cock.  If Mom caught me in his room twice, I
don't know what would happen.

   Actually, I was a little confused about what she was thinking.  I ate
breakfast like I normally did, and for once all five of us were there. 
Jason and Samantha and I shared a few glances, and I'm not sure which of us
was the most nervous.  Neither Mom nor Dad seemed to notice anything
however, and Jason and I made it out of the house without any major
blowups.

   It confused me though, because Mom seemed to have almost forgotten that
Jason and I were still walking the halls at school completely naked.  It
was as if catching the two of us in bed had freaked her out completely, and
I worried about what would happen when all of this came to a head.

   Jason and I walked up to the school, still a few minutes early for first
period, and it occurred to me that here it was, Friday morning, and today
was going to be the first day that both of us had arrived at school at the
same time, at least to the high school.  Generally a pretty large crowd
gathers to watch the participants strip out of their clothes, but because
the two of us had been spending so much time away from the high school,
today was the first day for that.

   Probably because of that, there were only a couple people hanging around
outside the school when we got there, and they really didn't seem to be
paying us too much attention.

   That quickly changed as the two of us started shucking our clothes.  I
wasn't trying to be seductive or anything, but Jason's dick started
swelling the second my bra came off, and I have to admit my juices started
flowing when he dropped his underwear.  It's weird how it's still exciting
watching someone like Jason undress, even after having seen him naked all
week.

   Jason had a test in English, so he hurried off to get some last-minute
studying in, and I wandered off to the band room.  Mr.  Bergerud was there,
and he congratulated me on the nice job the choir had done the night
before, and asked me to tell Jason when I saw him.

   "Why don't you just tell him at choir today?" I asked.

   "No after-school classes, remember?" he said.  "Did you forget about the
big pep rally?"

   "Oh...  yeah."

   I had forgotten, actually.  The last couple hours of today was a
special, all-school pep rally for the volleyball team.  I knew there were
going to be three or four busloads of people making the three hour drive to
the state finals.  They'd be heading up Saturday morning, but the
volleyball team was leaving right after school, so today would be the last
chance for us to get a big sendoff.

   I grabbed my clarinet out of its case and spent a few minutes putting
the pieces together.  I've always hated sucking on the reed to get it wet
enough to play, so I walked out to the drinking fountain to run some water
over it, and about got run over.

   "Sorry, Jennifer," I heard a voice stammer.  I looked behind me and saw
it was Johnny Randolph who had almost plowed into me.

   "Hey Johnny," I answered, turning back to the water fountain.

   "I...  I haven't seen you around much," he said.  "Are you going to be
here for rehearsal today?" he asked.

   "Yeah, I guess so.  Why?"

   "Well, you said...  on Monday...  that maybe I could help you."

   I thought back and started smiling as I remembered our last meeting.

   "That's right," I said, beginning to grin at his discomfort.  Obviously
little Johnny wanted another shot at my boobs.  "It rained, didn't it, and
I said you could help me dry off."

   Johnny's face lit up as he realized I remembered Monday.  It had rained
and I'd allowed him the privilege of drying me off after we marched
outside. I'd teased him about his hard-on, but if I remembered right his
bulge had felt more than adequate.

   "Yeah," he said, nodding frantically.  "You think I could...  help you
out today?"

   "Sorry, Johnny.  It wasn't raining when I came in.  Probably won't
happen."

   As it turns out, nothing did happen.  We were pretty much done marching
for the year and we spent the entire rehearsal practicing inside.  I had a
hard time concentrating though.  I'd forgotten just how cold those stupid
metal folding chairs can be, especially to my bare butt!  I warmed up
eventually, but it was definitely distracting.

   One thing I've always hated about playing clarinet is that we sit right
in front of the trumpet players.  They're not so bad, but if you've ever
played a brass instrument you know that moisture builds up in the pipes and
you eventually have to use the spit valve on the horn to let it drip out
onto the ground.  Well, today some joker decided it would be funny to blow
into his horn with the spit valve open, and I got a spray of the oily crap
all over my neck and back.

   "Gross!" I shouted, turning around to glare at whoever had done it. 
None of the players 'fessed up about it, and I stalked to the bathroom to
clean off.

   I was trying to get as much of the gunk off me as I could, but wasn't
having much luck.

   "Can I help?" I heard from behind me and I spun around, unaware there
was someone else in the bathroom besides me.

   "Hey Johnny," I said, smiling at him.  The kid was nothing if not
persistent.  "Would you like to help me get dried off?" I asked.  What the
heck, might as well give the kid a thrill, right?  For a second I wondered
if maybe he'd paid off the trumpet player, but dismissed it as a silly
idea...  Johnny just didn't seem like the sneaky kind of guy.

   "Sure," he said quickly, grabbing the paper towels out of my hand.  I
spun away from him, and soon felt his hands wiping off my back.  If his
hands strayed a little lower than was strictly necessary I didn't mind too
much.  I had to put a stop when he offered to dry off my tits.  They
weren't wet!

   "Sorry Johnny," I said as I turned around.  "It's not necessary."

   Once again I saw that all the excitement had given Johnny a fairly large
lump in his pants, and I decided to take pity on him.

   "Would you like a little help with that?" I asked, pointing at his
groin. Johnny blushed, squirming a bit under my gaze as he fought his
conflicting emotions.  It was obvious he wanted to run out of the bathroom
about as much as he wanted to drop his pants.  Not surprisingly the urge to
drop his pants won out.

   "Sure," he said with an unsteady voice.  His eyes widened as I dropped
to my knees in front of him, my right hand slowly stroking up and down the
length of his prick through his jeans.  He moaned as I unzipped his zipper
and reached inside.  He was wearing boxers and it didn't take too much
effort for me to coax his prick through the fly of his pants.

   Like I'd thought originally, for a kid his age...  well...  he was going
to make some girl very happy, if you know what I mean.  He was already
leaking quite a bit of pre-cum out of the tip of his cock, and I spread it
over the fat head.  I was thinking about giving the kid what would probably
be his first blowjob, but by the time I'd stroked his dick four or five
times, he was already gasping as his orgasm hit him.

   Suddenly I had thick spurts of cum shooting all over my hand and chest
as Johnny humped against my fist, crying out as each jet left his prick. 
His climax seemed to go on for a long time, and I kept pumping until at
last he pulled away from me.

   "Wow," he whispered, his face red and his breaths coming in short gasps.
I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, realizing I was a mess.  I had
sticky lines of his semen all over my chest, and it took a lot of gentle
arguing before I finally was able to get Johnny to leave me alone.  I can
clean myself up quite well, thank you very much, and wasn't sure what would
happen if I let him get his hands on me again.

   "Thanks for helping me clean up, Johnny," I sang over my shoulder as I
left the bathroom.  "You were a big help."

   "You're welcome," I heard him yell back at me as the door swung shut.  I
laughed at the image of him standing there, his soft prick sticking out the
front of his pants.  He was going to have a difficult time getting to his
next class on time, I thought.

   As was I, I realized, as the bell rang.  I hurried back to the band room
to get my books, and hustled my way through the halls to health.

   Chapter Two - Jason

   My morning classes were really boring for some reason.  During first
period all I had was a test in English class.  It covered a lot of
Shakespeare's sonnets and other poems, and I think I aced it.

   Then in health class all we did was study for a test we had coming up
next week.

   I was heading for biology when I happened to run into Justin Miller in
the hallway.  He looked at me for a moment and started laughing
hysterically.

   "What's the problem?" I asked, checking myself to see if anything looked
out of place.  Other than being naked, I mean.

   "You...  you just look so silly walking around with...  with your tiny
little sausage flopping around like that," he laughed, pointing at my dick.
I realize how big a guy's dick is in the locker room has nothing to do with
how big it gets when it's erect, but still...  what guy likes having his
dick called puny?  Still, I probably shouldn't have said what I did.

   "Yeah, well...  it sure seems big enough for Jennifer," I said.  "More
than you can say!"

   Justin and Jennifer had dated for a while a year or so ago, kind of the
same time I'd dated Brenda, before we both realized what evil warthogs the
other person was.  Jennifer says she had really told off Justin, so it was
no wonder he was mad at her, but that still didn't give him the right to
attack her in the showers on Monday.

   "Fuck you!" he screamed and started coming after me.  I dropped my
books, readying myself in case he took a swing at me.  I'm not a fighter by
any means, and like I said, I felt kind of bad that I started this, but I
wanted to be able to protect myself if he decided to throw a punch.

   Fortunately a few teachers saw what was happening.  They quickly
intervened, and nothing more happened.  I sighed, knowing I was going to
have to make yet another trip to the principal's office, this one earned in
my opinion.  To my surprise, Mr.  Tyler, a freshman science teacher only
grabbed Justin.

   "What about him?" he yelled, pointing at me.

   "I saw the whole thing, young man.  You're coming with me."

   "Just you wait," Justin yelled back at me.  "I'll get you for this!"

   I shook my head, a little unnerved by the whole thing, but quickly made
my way to biology.

   In keeping with the theme of human sexual response, today the class was
discussing why some people responded to the opposite sex and some to their
own.  The discussion quickly turned into an argument between the "born gay"
and the "decided to be gay" opinions.

   "What about bisexuality?" I asked.

   "What about it?" Mr.  Sanders asked.

   "Well, my sister thinks she might be bisexual, but she isn't sure."

   "So she's curious?" asked Teresa Jones.  Teresa was one of my friends
that in my opinion I didn't hang out with enough.  She was also one of the
school's confirmed lesbians.  "She's pretty cute," she said, grinning. 
"Send her my way!"

   The class laughed, but Mr.  Sanders got a thoughtful look on his face. I
couldn't hear what he said, but he called one of the students to his desk
and wrote a quick note, and the student went hurrying off.  Nothing was
said, and the discussion quickly turned to the hot topic of gay marriage
for a few minutes, when to my surprise the student came back, followed by
Jennifer.

   She shot me a look, wondering what was going on, and I shrugged my
shoulders.  I had an inkling of what it might be about, and wondered if I
had should have mentioned what Jennifer had told me about being curious
about girls.  My suspicions were confirmed when Mr.  Sanders called
Jennifer and Teresa up to the front of the class.

   "Jennifer," he said.  "Jason tells us you have an interest in girls, is
that right?" I wanted to sink down into my chair, but Jennifer caught my
eye and gave me a look that told me all I needed to know about how she
felt. I groaned, knowing we would be talking about this later.

   "Yes," she said quietly, not able to meet Teresa's glance.  Mr.  Sanders
went on to say that he thought this would be a good time for Jennifer to do
some exploring, and he felt Teresa would be an excellent teacher.

   "Thank you," Teresa said loudly.  The class laughed as she blew me a
kiss, and I felt like crawling under my desk.

   "I don't suppose this counts as a reasonable request, does it?" Jennifer
asked, trying to find some way out of this.  I felt bad that I'd gotten her
into this, but it was too late to take it back.

   "No, it doesn't," Mr.  Sanders said.

   "Fine...  what do I do?" Jennifer asked nervously.  As much as she was
resigned to her fate, I thought Jennifer still looked excited at the
prospect of touching another girl, even if it wasn't in the best
circumstances.

   "Don't worry, honey," Teresa drawled.  "I'll teach you everything you
need to know."

   Chapter Three - Jennifer

   I wanted to kill Jason, it was that simple.  I'd been perfectly content
sitting in my study hall when about halfway through the period one of the
hall monitors came and grabbed me.  She said it had something to do with
one of the biology classes, and my first thought was Mr.  Sanders wanted
Jason and I to demonstrate something.

   I was half right.

   Okay, I admit it, I was pretty nervous about the whole thing.  I'd been
having strange feelings around girls for a while, but hadn't had the nerve
to do any exploring, and now this.  In my mind this was worse than being
naked.  Much more personal.

   "I'll teach you everything you need to know," Teresa said.  She was
pretty hot, actually, although probably not the kind of girl I would have
gone after.  Teresa was definitely not your typical butch lesbian.  On the
contrary she was one of the cheerleaders.  Skinny and tall, but with a
rather big set of tits, and as she quickly stripped out of her clothes I
wondered if they were real.

   "Ta da!" she said gleefully, doing a mock curtsey in front of the class
when she was finally bare.  Teresa would have no problems being in The
Program if her name ever came up, I was sure of it.  She turned and looked
me in the eye.  "Come here, little girl.  Let me show you what the fuss is
all about."

   I stood there, arms at my sides, as Teresa walked around me, almost as
if she was judging a piece of meat or a melon at the grocery store.

   "Nice ass," she said, and I felt her hand brush down between my cheeks.
I could feel myself starting to get moist, and her fingers lightly toying
with the lips of my pussy only accelerated things.

   Suddenly she had moved around to my front and dropped to her knees, her
eyes and mouth at pussy level.

   "You smell delicious," she said softly, before leaning in and kissing my
thighs.  I parted my legs to give her more room, and was rewarded as she
kissed me all over, all the while running her hands up and down my legs.  I
thought I was going to pass out from all the attention, her touch was so
light and feathery on the soft down of my pubic hair.

   "Harder," I whispered.  "Lick me harder." Her touch was almost too
light, and I needed more stimulation.

   "Relax," she answered.  "Let me do this.  I'm the professional here,"
she grinned, quickly dipping her head back and licking up my moist slit. 
Her tongue bumped against my clit and I shuddered, releasing a tiny flood
of juices in the process.

   My legs were quickly becoming unsteady as Teresa continued to lightly
tongue my tender flesh, and I turned my head, frantically searching for a
chair.  Teresa looked around in confusion as I pulled away, collapsing back
onto the chair, but quickly followed as I spread my legs apart.

   My nipples were little bullets as I pulled and twisted at the rubbery
nubs.  My hips thrust almost on their own accord, rushing to meet Teresa's
talented tongue.  In addition to her mouth, she had begun running a finger
up and down my slit, collecting my juices and spreading them around my
clit. I looked down in amazement as I watched this...  this girl expertly
bringing me closer to my orgasm.

   The thought hit me with a rush, and I felt my pussy spasm in response...
I was being eaten out by a girl, in front of a classroom of kids, and I was
loving it.  Teresa must have sensed I was getting close to my climax, and
sped up her tongue, driving the slippery muscle as deep into my tunnel as
she could.

   Suddenly I was there, and the tingling quickly spread through my chest
and arms, and I felt myself quivering through the orgasm.  I clamped my
legs over her head, smothering her face with my pussy, all the while
humping against her tongue.

   "Oh God oh God oh God," I heard myself whimpering as the waves of
pleasure rolled over me again and again.  Finally I couldn't stand any more
and rather unceremoniously pushed Teresa away.  I was sweating and out of
breath, but I was also very satisfied.

   When I had finally calmed down, I reached out to Teresa, helping her off
the floor.  I threw my arms around her neck, kissing her face all over.

   "Thanks," I whispered.  "That was wonderful."

   "Do me?" she asked, suddenly shy.  I nodded enthusiastically, but
frowned when the bell rang, signifying the end of the period.

   "Later," I promised.  "I will definitely see you later, okay?"

   "Sounds good," she said, giggling.  "So, did I turn you?" she asked.  I
shook my head emphatically.

   "Not even close," I said as Jason walked up.  He looked out of it, and I
noticed his cock was rock hard.  He grabbed me around the waist and began
smothering me with kisses, which I eagerly returned.

   "I guess I can see that," Teresa said, and began walking away.

   "Hey, come back here," I said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her
back to me.  "You didn't turn me into a lesbian, but you may just have
opened up a whole new set of options for me."

   "Good," she said, kissing me lightly on the nose.  Teresa quickly
grabbed her clothes and books, something Jason and I didn't need to deal
with, fortunately.

   "So," Jason said nervously.  "I'm sorry...  I spoke up before I thought
of what could happen.  I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that!  You
pissed at me?"

   I thought for a moment, but shook my head.  "I was," I answered
truthfully.  "But...  it was just too good an experience.  I think it could
have been handled a little better, mind you," I scolded.  "But it was
good."

   Really good, I thought to myself.  I was physically exhausted but
satisfied as I walked with Jason to gym, my mind still filled with thoughts
of what had just happened.

   Chapter Four - Jason

   I considered myself a fortunate man as Jennifer and I walked out of my
biology class.  I'd gone from the possibility of having my butt kicked by
my sister to having to fend off her kisses in the course of fifteen minutes
and one huge orgasm.  To say I sighed a sigh of relief would be an
understatement.

   Gym was okay.  Jennifer was lucky enough to be allowed to sit out. 
Because of the upcoming volleyball game no one wanted her to get hurt, so
she sat on the sidelines while the rest of us, ironically enough, played
volleyball.

   I've never wanted to wear a jockstrap more than I did for that hour.  I
was bouncing around so much I thought I'd bruised just about everything I
had to bruise.

   I was soaping up in the shower, trying to be gentle with my cock and
balls, when Heather Carter walked up to me.

   "Can I help you out?" she asked.

   "I suppose that's a reasonable request," I managed.  This was kind of a
dream come true for me.  I'd had a crush on Heather since sixth grade, and
while I knew nothing was going to come of it, it was certainly nice to have
her washing me.

   "Nice," she said as her soapy hands slid up and down the shaft of my
cock.  I closed my eyes and let the sensations run over me as I received an
expert hand-job.  Suddenly I heard a slap and Heather's hand was ripped
away from my cock.

   "What the hell are you doing?" someone screamed and I opened my eyes to
see Brenda shouting at Heather, who was standing there with a stunned look
in her eye.

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "I can't believe you were touching that...  that asshole!"

   "What's your problem?" Heather yelled, getting a little pissed now. 
"I'm just trying to help him out...  show him a good time."

   "That asshole doesn't deserve a good time," Brenda spat back, getting
herself bent seriously out of shape.  "That fucker dumped me sophomore
year, and he deserves the biggest case of blue balls ever, so fucking don't
touch him!" she screamed, and slapped Heather across the face.

   Let it never be said that all fights between girls involve scratching
and hair-pulling.  If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have believed it. 
Heather stood there for a moment before she reached up to feel her cheek,
which by this time was turning red from where Brenda had slapped her. 
Suddenly Heather cocked her hand back and before Brenda knew what was
happening, rammed her first hard into Brenda's chest, knocking her back
against the wall.

   Brenda looked stunned for a moment before jumping back at Heather, but
the larger girl was ready for Brenda's charge and jumped out of the way,
pushing Brenda in the back as she careened past.  Brenda was out of control
on the slippery floor, and grazed against one of the shower heads as she
barreled into the wall.

   Before anything else could happen, friends of each girl stepped in to
keep the two separated.  Brenda was bleeding a little bit from where her
forehead had scraped against the shower head, and as she walked past me to
the dressing room she turned back to me.

   "You're going to pay for this you shit!" she spit through clenched
teeth. "You and that bitch sister are going to pay!"

   The locker room was silent at this point, and I hurried to see if
Heather was okay.

   "I'm fine," she muttered, still rubbing the puffy red spot on her cheek.
"How are you?" she asked, glancing at my cock, which had long since gone
soft.

   "I'll survive," I laughed.  "You sure you're okay?"

   Heather nodded and the two of us quickly finished rinsing off and left
the showers.

   I mentioned the altercation to Jennifer at lunch, who didn't seem all
that surprised.

   "I heard something had happened in the showers," she admitted.  "Seems
only appropriate it was Brenda.  She and Justin seem to have it in for us,"
she grinned.

   "My ex and your ex," I said, laughing.  "Seems only fair."

   "They're such jerks," she agreed.  "They're perfect for each other."

   Jennifer ate her lunch hurriedly, as the afternoon was going to be an
all-school pep rally for the volleyball team.  She had to rush off to meet
with the team, so I sat around the lunch room finishing my meal as I waited
for the pep rally to start.

   I had wondered about the intelligence of a two hour rah-rah session, but
that was before the pep rally began.  Once I realized how lengthy a chore
it was to get everyone in the school filed into the gym and settled down, I
realized that the time allotment was just fine.

   After a couple speeches by Miss Pomeroy and the school superintendent,
Mr.  White the volleyball coach got up.  He gave a pep talk to the
students, trying to get us excited about the game, and asking that as many
of us as possible make the drive to cheer on the team.  The cheerleaders
came out after that and led a few cheers, while the pep band played the
school song.

   The junior varsity team had put together a couple skits, which were
pretty funny.  Each girl on the team was impersonating one of the varsity
players.  I felt sorry for Janet Riley, one of the freshman girls.  She was
the one picked to be Jennifer.  Janet wasn't in The Program, none of the
junior varsity girls were, but she still ended up naked on the stage.  She
took it well though, although I think she was in a bit of a hurry to get
back into her clothes!

   I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Jennifer after everything was
finished.  The team and coaches were heading off right after school, so
they could get to the hotel early enough to relax before getting a decent
night's rest.  Dad and I had talked about it, and were planning on heading
out early the next morning with Mom and Samantha, so I planned on a quiet
evening at home.

   Chapter Five - Jennifer

   I hate school buses.  Hate them with a passion.  I was never so happy as
when I turned sixteen and got my license, because that was the end of
riding on school buses.  Now here I was stuck for three hours on a school
bus and I was miserable.  I tried sleeping, even thought I wasn't tired,
but that just made my neck hurt.  Thankfully there weren't a lot of us on
the bus so it wasn't crowded, but still...  it wasn't my idea of a fun way
to spend a Friday afternoon.

   Finally we arrived at the hotel and Coach White went inside to get our
room assignments.  Heather Carter and I were rooming together so I helped
her carry her bags in.  For a two-night stay, she sure brought a bunch of
stuff with her!

   "What do you want to do now?" she asked.  The team had eaten dinner at a
nearby restaurant and we had the rest of the evening free, at least until
our curfew at eleven o'clock.  Our one chance to practice in the gym where
the game would be played was Saturday at nine o'clock, and I knew the
coaches would be strict about checking our rooms.

   "I don't know.  The hotel has an indoor pool.  Wanna go swimming?"

   Heather thought about it for a second but nodded her head.  "That could
be fun.  I brought my bikini just in case.  Did you pack a suit?"

   I laughed out loud at her question, rolling my eyes.

   "I'm wearing it," I said.

   "What?"

   "Yeah...  this is still a school event, so I'm naked until Sunday."

   "You mean you have to play the state championship like that?" she asked.

   "Duh.  That's why I wasn't all that happy about being in The Program
this week."

   "Aren't you going to be nervous?" she asked, thinking of the thousands
of people who would see me.

   "I don't think so, actually," I answered.  "I've kind of gotten used to
it, and I don't think it will be nearly as bad when I don't know any of the
people.  It's worse being naked around people at school.  A crowd full of
strangers shouldn't be a problem."

   "I suppose," she said, but I think she was still skeptical.

   "Ready to go swimming?" I asked.  Heather nodded and to my surprise
started stripping out of her clothes right in front of me.  I suppose if I
was naked, she didn't think anything of showing me everything she had.

   As she pulled down her panties, I saw her completely shaved pussy and
remembered something Jason had told me.

   "Jason really liked it that you shave," I said.

   "What?" Heather asked.

   "Yeah.  He...  he told me about you giving him a blowjob in the shower,
and mentioned that you shave your...  your pussy.  He said it felt really
good."

   "It does," she said with a dreamy look in her eye.  "It feels great...
so smooth and slippery, especially when I...  when someone touches it." She
abruptly stopped talking, a blush forming on her cheeks.

   "Is it hard to do?" I asked.  I don't know why, but suddenly I had the
urge to shave too.

   "Kind of," she admitted.  "I had my sister help the first time.  God,
that was embarrassing.  I've never felt so exposed in my life, up there on
the bathroom counter with my legs spread wide.  You have to shave
everything, all the way back to your butt."

   "Once you do it, though.  Does it really itch?"

   "Sometimes," she said.  "You have to keep up with your grooming, or it's
worse than when your underarm hair first starts to grow back, and really
itches.  It feels great though.  Even panties feel different, like they're
touching you all over.  You should try it."

   "You think so?" I asked, hoping she would convince me.

   "I know so.  Besides," she said with a twinkle in her eye.  "Jason would
love it!"

   "Okay," I sighed, not wanting to appear to eager.  "You sold me."

   "Cool!  You want to do it now?"

   "Let's go swimming first," I said.  "I want to relax a bit, I'm still
kind of sore from the bus trip."

   "Okay, then.  Let's go," Heather said, quickly pulling on her swimsuit.

   The two of us trudged down to the pool area.  I got some funny looks
from a couple of bell boys, but I was used to it, and they didn't say
anything, so I ignored them.

   The water was nice and warm and I dove in gratefully.  After swimming a
few laps I wanted to loosen my muscles and was just relaxing, floating on
my back when suddenly I heard a voice.

   "Young lady, get out of the pool this instant." I looked up and saw the
front desk clerk, along with the two bell boys, standing at the edge of the
pool, her hands on her hips.

   "What for?" I asked.

   "You're...  you're naked!  You can't just walk around like that," she
sputtered.

   "Not that I want to," I said patiently.  "But I have to." I explained
The Program, but the lady just wasn't buying it.

   "Who are you here with?" she demanded.

   "I'm here for the volleyball finals," I said.  I gave her Coach White's
name and room number, and she stormed off to talk with him.  A few minutes
later she was back, looking much calmer than before.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I hadn't been informed that you would be with
us, or I would have alerted the staff.  I'm afraid you still can't swim in
the pool, however," she continued.

   "Why not?" blurted Heather.  "That's so discriminatory!  Just because
she's naked?  She has to be!  It's part of school."

   The lady stiffened at the accusation, but ignored it.  "No.  Not because
she's naked, but because state health codes demand that all swimmers must
be wearing proper swimming attire.  I'm sorry.  I do understand, but you'll
have to get out."

   "That's bullshit!" shrieked Heather, but I put my arm on her shoulder.

   "It's okay," I said.  "I've been here long enough.  Let's just go back
to the room, okay?"

   Heather agreed, although a bit unhappily, and I saw her shoot a look at
the desk clerk on our way out of the pool area.

   Chapter Six - Jason

   When I got home after school the house was empty, but Mom had left a
note, saying she and Dad would be home late from a party at Dad's office,
and that Samantha and I should order pizza for dinner.

   "What kind do you want?" I asked Samantha when she got home.

   "I dunno.  Mushroom and olive," she answered, and I grimaced.

   "That's so gross," I said.  "Why don't you like normal pizza?  What's
wrong with pepperoni or sausage."

   "I just don't like them," she said.  "Can't we get my kind?  Or how
about we get half and half?"

   "I don't like that," I answered, feeling like a couple of three
year-olds arguing over who gets which half of the sandbox.  "I always end
up with some of your crap on my half.  How about we get two medium pizzas
instead of a large?"

   "Do we have enough money?" Samantha asked.  She checked, finding that
our parents had left enough for two pizza pies, so I ordered.  True to
their word, the pizza showed up in forty-five minutes, and Samantha and I
ate quietly in the kitchen.

   I looked at my watch, seeing it was getting close to seven, and excused
myself from the table.

   "I'll be in my room," I said.  "I have some studying to do."

   "Wait a minute, Jason.  Can I ask you something?" Samantha asked.

   I turned and looked at her.  "Yeah.  What?"

   "Well, what's really going on with you and Jennifer?"

   "Well...  I think we're in love."

   "How do you know?"

   "It's hard to describe," I sighed, sitting back on the couch beside
Samantha.  "I could be completely wrong...  I don't think I've ever been in
love before.  I've been in lust an awful lot of times," I said, bringing a
smile to Samantha's face.

   "I know!  Jeez...  I saw you guys at school, remember?"

   "That wasn't lust," I said.  "That was...  wow, that was something else
entirely."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, lust is just wanting...  wanting to..."

   "To fuck somebody?"

   "Watch it, kid.  But yes...  lust is just...  wanting to get your rocks
off."

   "Girls don't have rocks," Samantha kidded.

   "You know what I mean, though, right?  Don't be silly about this, okay?"

   "Okay.  Jeez...  sorry."

   "Anyway, this wasn't lust.  It was like we were so into each other."

   "I'll say you were into her."

   "Samantha!"

   "I'm kidding, but you were," Samantha paused, but quickly continued when
I gave her a look.  "I mean, you were really into each other, and it was
like you didn't even realize everybody else was in the room, right?"

   "Right.  But it's more than that.  Part of this is infatuation, and the
fact that this is so new to me, but I am so sad right now, since Jennifer
is gone."

   "Does it kind of hurt?" Samantha asked.

   "Yeah.  Why?"

   "That's how I felt when my dad died," she said quietly.

   "I'm sorry.  But yeah, that's love.  A different kind of love, but still
love.  You just want to be around the person constantly and it hurts when
they're gone, and it's like you're kind of lost, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Does it hurt so much anymore?" I asked.

   "Kind of," she admitted.  "Does it ever go away?"

   I smiled.  "You don't want it to go away.  It's like that for you like
it is for me and my mom.  If it goes away you've kind of forgotten about
him, haven't you?  And you don't want to do that anymore than I want to
forget my mom."

   "So it always hurts?"

   "Sort of.  It gets better, and eventually the hurt is kind of good.  It
aches, but it makes you remember all the good things."

   "So you'd feel that way about Jennifer if..."

   "If she died, yes.  But not everybody dies," I said, wrapping my arm
around her shoulders.  "Sometimes people leave, and it hurts just as bad.
Understand?"

   "Yes.  No.  Kind of?"

   "That's good," I said.  "You're too young to be worried about love like
that anyway."

   "Am not," she said.

   "Yes...  you are.  But that's a good thing.  Love can be a lot of
hassles and hard work."

   "Is it worth it?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  But it was worth the wait too, so don't be in such a hurry to
grow up, okay?"

   "I guess."

   "Good," I patted her on the shoulder.  "So what do you want to do now?"
I asked, having decided studying could wait.  It wasn't often Samantha and
I had a good talk, and I didn't want to ruin the good mood by running off
to study.  "Wanna go play some video games?"

   "Nah.  I think I just want to go to my room and listen to music," she
said.

   "Okay.  Have a good night."

   "You too, and Jason...  thanks."

   "No problem."

   I grabbed a book and went to my room to get ready for bed, happy to have
had the talk with Samantha.  I read for a while but got tired, and went to
sleep that night dreaming of the state championship the next day.

   Chapter Seven - Jennifer

   "So, what do you want to do now?" Heather asked me as we walked back to
our hotel room.

   "I don't know...  watch television, maybe?"

   "Or I was thinking...  maybe I could give you a little shave?" she
asked.

   "I don't know, Heather."

   "But you said you wanted to!"

   "I do.  I think."

   "So, what's the problem?"

   "What's tomorrow?" I asked her.

   "The volleyball game," she said.

   "And who's going to be naked during it?"

   "You are, but...  oh, yeah."

   "I think I want to get used to looking like a twelve year-old before
everyone else sees me like that!"

   "Oh, so you plan on letting everybody else see it, do you?" she laughed.

   "You know what I mean," I grumbled, falling onto my bed.  It had been a
tiring day, and I was ready for some sleep.

   "I do, but Jennifer trust me, okay?  With those things," she said,
pointing at my tits.  "No one will ever confuse you for a twelve year-old."

   "Twelve year-old with implants, maybe?" I joked.

   "Maybe."

   Suddenly Heather dropped to the bed beside me.  Her hair was still wet
from the pool and I could smell the chlorine in her clothes and on her
skin. She looked at me intently, her hand coming to a rest on my thigh.

   "You sure you don't want me to shave this?" she asked, and I gasped as
her hand dipped down into my bush.  "It wouldn't be any trouble," she said.

   I moaned as her fingers played over my labia, my pussy quickly moist
from her attention.

   "Are you sure you just want to shave me?" I asked as she stroked along
my damp furrow.  I spread my legs wider to give her easier access, which
she quickly took advantage of, dropping to her knees between my thighs, her
face inches from my pussy.

   "Shave you.  Lick you.  Finger you.  Whatever," she said.  I could feel
her hot breath against me, and instinctively lifted my hips off the bed.

   "Why?" I heard myself asking.

   "I heard about what you and Teresa did in biology today," she said
matter-of-factly.

   "Oh God," I groaned.  "Did everyone hear about that?"

   "Probably," she said, licking her lips as her mouth drew closer to my
gaping pussy.  I could feel my juices collecting at my opening and trembled
as I thought of her tongue lapping up my oils.

   No sooner had I thought it when I felt her moist tongue begin lapping at
my pussy.  She was tentative at first, lightly stroking along my wet slit
with short strokes.

   "Yummy," she said.  "When I heard about Teresa going down on you, it got
me so hot.  I've wanted to try sex with another girl for so long."

   "Me too," I moaned as Heather's nose bumped against my clit, sending
little shock waves through my pussy.

   "So this is your second time then?" she asked, and I found myself barely
able to nod.  "Good, then you can show me what to do."

   "Oh fuck...  you're doing fine," I moaned.  "Just keep doing that, right
there."

   Heather was, I quickly found, a good student, and soon had me bucking my
hips up against her face as she brought me to an orgasm.

   "That was so cool," she said happily, wiping my juices from her face. 
"I wasn't sure if I was going to like it," she admitted, licking her
fingers clean.  "But I do."

   "How does it taste?" I asked.  As curious as I'd been, I still had yet
to taste a girl's pussy, even my own, but I intended to rectify that
shortly.

   "Kind of tangy," she said.  "Sweet and a little bitter.  Want to taste?"
she asked, holding out a finger.

   "Yes," I said, taking the offered finger and running my tongue all
around it.  I licked my lips as she blushed.  "It is yummy," I said,
pushing her onto her back.  She grinned as she slowly spread her legs, a
look of excitement in her eyes.  "But I want it straight from the source."

   "Oh yes," Heather hissed.  I slid the crotch of her bikini to the side,
revealing the smooth lips of her pussy, already wet with her juices.

   It was a new experience, playing with another girl's pussy, much
different than playing with my own.  For one thing, I'd never really seen a
girl's plumbing from this angle, and I finally understood what guys meant
when they talked about it being like a flower.

   Heather's pussy opened up in front of me, her smooth, puffy outer lips
spreading to reveal the delicate pink folds of her inner lips and her
smooth inner flesh.  She definitely had a strong odor, but it was arousing,
and soon I was running my tongue all over her baby-smooth pussy as she
leaked her tangy juice onto my lips and cheeks.

   I wanted to know how I was doing, but Heather was unable to really
provide any answers as she lay panting on the bed, so I assumed I had done
a good job.  I'd really done nothing more than try and do what I wanted
guys to do, and it seemed effective enough.

   My tongue began to tire long before Heather was going to, it appeared,
and I slowly slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

   "Oh shit," she yelped as I penetrated her, and suddenly her hips were
rocking back and forth, thrusting up against my hand.  Heather began
grabbing at the bed sheets, chanting as she neared her orgasm.

   I found myself almost ready to climax as I thrust into her pussy with my
fingers and tongue, and began rolling my hips in a circle, pushing my pussy
against the corner of the bed.  The contact was nearly enough, and as
Heather finally screamed out her climax, I climbed on the bed beside her
and quickly brought myself off with my fingers.

   Exhausted from our love-making, I curled up on the bed while Heather
took a quick shower.  I found myself thinking of Jason, and wondered what
he would think.  In a way it felt like I was cheating on him, but
remembered how excited he had seemed watching me with Teresa that morning,
and didn't think he would mind too much.

   I knew I smelled like a whorehouse, but I rolled over to go to sleep,
not bothering to clean up.  I knew I would have plenty of time in the
morning, and in fact was enjoying lying there, smelling the results of our
lust.

   I found myself wondering if Jason would be up for a little playtime with
Heather and me after the game tomorrow, but quickly put that out of my
head. I knew I had to concentrate on the game.  I wanted to end my high
school career as a state champ, and knew it was going to take all I had,
and maybe more, to make it happen.

   SATURDAY

   Chapter One - Jason

   "Dad, can I talk to you?" I had been awake for thirty minutes or so
before I heard people moving around, so I finally came out of my room.

   "What's bugging you, son?"

   "I...  please...  I need to know what's up with Mom.  It's just weird
how she's been acting...  about...  about The Program and about Jennifer
and I."

   "Maybe you should talk with her," he said, going back to his paper. 
"Don't you think?"

   I stood there a moment before spinning around and heading to the living
room.  Obviously I wasn't going to get any more out of him.  Far be it from
me to come between my dad and his morning paper.

   "Mom?"

   "Yes dear?" she said, looking up from her crossword puzzle.  It had been
a tradition as far back as I could remember.  Dad would always grab the
business and sports sections, while Mom kept the front page and
entertainment.  He occasionally griped that she always finished all the
puzzles, but it was all in jest.  He hated word jumbles with a passion, and
it was a rare crossword puzzle clue indeed if he knew the answer to it.

   "Can I talk to you?  Please?" I asked, hoping she could hear how serious
I was.  Apparently she could, as she sighed and set down her paper and
pencil.

   "Yes?"

   I sat down beside her on the couch and took a deep breath.

   "Is there something wrong?  Did I do something?  Did Jennifer?  You've
just been so angry, and I don't know if it's something one of us did, or if
something else is bothering you, or...  I just don't understand."

   "I don't think it's any of your business why I behave the way I do," she
said, clearly intending to end the conversation, and I found myself ready
to scream.

   "I think it would be for the best," I heard my dad say, and I turned,
finding him standing in the doorway.

   "But Nathan," she said.

   "We've talked about this," he said quietly.  "They need to know."

   I felt like a tennis spectator as my head swiveled back and forth as the
two held a silent conversation, one my father apparently won.

   "Fine," my mom said.  "I suppose you need to know someday." She paused
for a moment before suddenly standing up, and I feared she had changed her
mind as she walked out of the living room.

   "Where's she going?" I asked my dad, but he just shrugged, as in the
dark as I was.  It was only a couple minutes before she returned, holding a
large photo album.  My dad starting nodding in recognition, but I was still
very much confused.

   "What's this?" I asked, as she sat back down beside me.

   "This is my life," she answered, opening the heavy book.  "At least
until I was eighteen." She flipped through the book, carefully turning the
yellowed pages, full of old black and white photographs.

   "Is that you?" I asked, pointing to a large photo.  Pictured was a group
of ten or twelve people, none of whom were dressed in what I would consider
to be modern clothes.

   "That is me, and my whole family," she said.

   "What?" As far as I knew, my step-mother had only one brother.  "These
are...  was this a family reunion?" I asked, thinking maybe it was a
picture of all of her cousins.

   "No, these are all the kids in my family."

   "I thought Uncle Matthew was your only brother," I said, again
thoroughly confused.

   "He's...  he's the only brother who will speak to me," she said quietly.

   "What?  Why?  What happened?"

   "Maybe you should start at the beginning," my dad said.  He had sat down
on the other side of my mother, who was leaning against him, her eyes
closed, slowly nodding in agreement.  Whatever had happened wasn't good,
and I felt kind of sorry for asking.  I had thought I needed to know, but
now I wasn't so sure.

   "I grew up in Pennsylvania," she said.  I nodded, I had heard this
before.  "What I've never told you, what I've always kept secret from all
of you kids, is why I left, what I left behind."

   "What?"

   "You see in the picture, how everyone is dressed..."

   "Old?" I asked.

   "I suppose," she answered, a small smile playing on her lips.  "It isn't
intended to be old, although I suppose it does look it.  I was thinking
that practical is the best way to describe our clothes."

   "Old, practical, whatever," I said, laughing.  "What's with the hats?"

   "Hats?"

   "Yeah.  All the girls are wearing hats."

   "That was part of our way of life."

   "What do you mean?  What way of life?"

   "I was raised in a Mennonite community."

   "Huh?" I'd heard the word before, but hadn't really known what it was.

   "Mennonite.  It was an offshoot of the Catholic church which began back
in the 1500's in Switzerland." She went on to explain how the religion had
come to exist, and how each community tried to keep itself completely
separate from the non-Mennonites in the area.  Some of the more radical
groups went so far as to be completely non-compliant, even going so far as
refusing to pay taxes, which of course led to many problems.

   "So that's how you grew up?" I asked.

   "Yes."

   "And what...  you didn't like how strict it was and left?" She had said
that was her life up until she was eighteen, and I assumed she had left
when she was finally old enough.

   "I was given the ban," she said.

   "What?"

   "The ban," she sighed, looking more sad and frail than I'd ever seen
her. Tears began to form in her eyes and she began to cry, leaning on my
father's shoulder for support.  I sat there, watching the two of them
interact.  As often as I'd disagreed with my mom, and sometimes went so far
as wondering what my dad saw in her, it was obvious they were in love. 
Finally though, the silence got to be too much.

   "What's the ban?" I asked, impatient to understand why my step-mom was
the way she is.

   "It means I was kicked out," she said.

   I sat there stunned for a moment.  Her parents had kicked her out of the
house?  I couldn't quite understand it.

   "Why?"

   "Because I slept with a brother," she said.  Her voice was ragged as she
cried.  Finally she composed herself, wiping her eyes with a tissue and
looking at me.  Her eyes were red from crying.

   "You...  you what?" I asked, unable to believe it.

   "He wasn't really my brother," she explained.  "In many Mennonite
societies, children are raised by the entire community, and so Matthew
wasn't really my brother, but...  he was, in a way."

   "Oh...  wow...  and they kicked you and...  wait...  Uncle Matthew?" I
asked, finally beginning to understand.

   "Yes.  Uncle Matthew."

   "What happened?"

   "What happened?" she repeated, laughing sadly.  "Love happened, Jason.
Love, at least love to a foolish fourteen year-old girl.  Matthew was a
couple years older than I was, and I fell for him, and he said he loved me.
We tried to fight it, but...  we couldn't."

   "How did people find out?" I asked.

   "It's hard to hide a pregnant belly," she said.

   "Jennifer?" I asked, wide-eyed.

   "Yes."

   "What happened?"

   "Matthew and I met in front of the entire community, and were given the
ban.  We were forced to leave, but since I was still young, I was allowed
to stay until I came of age.  It was the hardest time of my life.  After
giving birth, I was again treated as a child, and Jennifer was raised as my
sister instead of my daughter."

   "So then when you were old enough they kicked you out," I said.

   "Yes."

   "What about Samantha?" I asked.  "I thought Jennifer and Samantha were
sisters."

   "They are.  While I was still living with the community, Matthew would
sneak in, or I would...  escape...  it seemed like a prison to me, and we
would make love.  I was pregnant with Samantha when I was finally forced to
leave."

   I sat there, stunned at what I was hearing.  I snuck a glance at my
father.  He had known all this, I was sure of it.  One thing bothered me
still, although I was afraid to ask it.

   "What...  what happened to Matthew.  Why didn't you marry him?"

   "I would have," she sighed.  "But he had married by the time I was free
from the community.  I married my first husband, and he was wonderful.  We
never told the girls the truth.  Jennifer was so young, barely three years
old, when we left Pennsylvania.  I don't know what she remembers, but she's
never said anything, and Samantha never knew another father."

   "Wow," I said, fully realizing what had been going through her mind this
week.  "So it reminded you of when you were young, seeing Jennifer and I?"

   "Kind of," she said.  "The nudity was so difficult.  So difficult.  Part
of the reason for the old clothes, as you called them, is because a major
part of Mennonite culture is purity.  The human body was seen as dirty, or
at the least a temptation."

   "So the long dresses and heavy clothes were to protect you from what...
from sinning?"

   "Yes."

   "Jeez..." I didn't know what to say.  "Sorry."

   "Oh Jason, it's not your fault!  I tried so hard to leave my past behind
me.  For years I never told anyone where I was from.  I made up a childhood
so I would have something happy to remember, but it never worked.  I still
believe many of the things I learned, but...  the past was so painful for
me."

   Suddenly I was in awe.  My step-mother had gone through so much, and had
never used it as an excuse...  she had never even hinted at it.  I stood up
and turned to my mom, reaching a hand out to her.  I pulled her to her
feet.

   "Thanks for telling me," I whispered.  "I love you.  Can I have a hug?"
I asked, opening my arms wide.

   "Always," she said.  "Always."

   Chapter Two - Jennifer

   It took me a minute to remember where I was when I woke up, and in
particular what that sensation was.  It felt like something soft and wet
was gliding over my pussy, and I squirmed under the sheets, realizing that
Heather was nestled between my legs, her wet tongue lapping at my pussy.

   Suddenly the night before came back to me...  Heather and me on the bed,
Heather eating me out, me tasting my first pussy.

   "God, you're finally awake," Heather said, taking a long swipe up my
moist slit.  "I've been licking you for ten minutes now."

   "What a way to wake up," I moaned, rolling my hips, trying to get her to
touch my clit.  I was wide awake and suddenly very horny, but Heather
backed away, to my dismay.

   "Uh uh," she said, shaking her finger at me.  "Now that you're up we
have to get ready."

   I groaned, remembering our early practice session this morning.

   "Can I have the shower first?" I asked.  Heather laughed, waving her
hand in front of her nose.

   "You need it," she grinned.  "You smell like...  someone who should have
washed last night." Heather paused, a smirk coming to her face.  "You
know," she said.  "I could always wash your front if we showered together."

   "Deal," I said, climbing out of bed and walking naked to the bathroom.
Heather clapped her hands together once and quickly followed me in.

   Showering with another girl proved to be a rather pleasant experience.
The feel of Heather's slippery, soap-covered breasts in my hands was almost
enough to really get my juices flowing, but Heather took care of that when
she dropped to her knees in front of me.

   "I just need to check and see if you're clean enough," she said slyly,
as she slipped her tongue along the crevice of my mound.  I grabbed at her
head, forcing my slippery pussy against her face.  I was excited, and it
didn't take too long before I was screaming in my orgasm.

   I eagerly returned the favor, enjoying the feel of her firm ass cheeks
in my hands as I knelt on the tile floor, kissing and licking at Heather's
bare pussy.

   "I think I really want to shave myself bare," I said.  "It's so smooth
and pretty."

   "And it feels great," she moaned.  "Jason will love you even more for
it," she laughed.

   "I know he likes yours," I said.  "I can't wait to feel his tongue on me
after I shave," I said, shivering at the thought.

   "Is he good?" Heather asked breathlessly.  She was beginning to near her
orgasm, and I nodded, not wanting to pull away from her steamy pussy.

   "Mmm hmm," I mumbled.  I flicked my tongue over her clit rapidly, then
quickly sucked on her fat pussy lips as Heather thrashed above me in her
orgasm.

   By the time we had both recovered, time was getting short, and Heather
had to hurry to get dressed in time to meet the team bus.  It was fun
showering with another girl, but it sure didn't seem to be any quicker.

   The home gym we play in isn't small, but the arena the state finals were
being held in was huge!  It must have seated around twelve thousand people,
compared to maybe four thousand.  And it wasn't as if Kennedy Prep normally
sold out for volleyball.  Coach told us it would be a different experience
for us, most noticeably in how we communicated with each other.

   "You won't be able to hear each other as easily," he said.  "You have to
keep your heads up at all times, and don't rely on your ears." The first
part of our practice was the same as we normally did.  We started off
serving, then moved to spiking, and finally to defense.  The only
difference was the loud music Coach had blaring from the loudspeakers.

   We were running a little first-team versus second-team scrimmage when we
heard some laughing and catcalls from just off the court.

   "What's going on?" someone joked.  "Can't you afford enough uniforms?"

   I looked up and sure enough, a few of the West High Cadettes were
watching us practice.  West High is located in one of the larger suburbs of
the state capital, and seems to always be one of the top volleyball powers
in the state.  We'd played them in last year's sectional finals, but lost
in straight sets.

   "Leave us alone," Heather yelled, walking up to one of the taller girls.
"This is our court!"

   "We're just watching," the girl answered back.  "We practice in ten
minutes, and just wanted to see what we're up against tonight." She grinned
at her teammates.  "Doesn't look like much of a fight to me."

   "You want to fight?" Heather asked, her fists balled at her sides.  I
ran over to where the two girls were standing, toe to toe, and grabbed
Heather by the arm.

   "Come on," I hissed.  "Let's go." Heather resisted for a moment, but
finally allowed me to drag her away.  The West High girls just kept
laughing and hooting, but I ignored them.

   Chapter Three - Jason

   After my talk with Mom it was about time to get ready to head off, so I
quick grabbed a book and my CD player.  I think Samantha had a short talk
with Mom, maybe similar to what our discussion had been.  Whatever it was,
Samantha was pretty quiet on the drive to the game.

   It was a couple of hours before game time when we got to the arena, so
the four of us grabbed a quick bite to eat and then headed in.  Our tickets
were with a group of Kennedy Prep parents, so we were seated right next to
the court.

   "Sorry," I said to my Mom as we sat down.  I'd run to the bathroom to
take off my clothes, since this was a school event, and The Program was
still in effect for me.  I knew this had to be difficult for my Mom.  She
had been to the choir concert and Jennifer's semi-final volleyball game,
but this was the first time she'd come face to face with one of her naked
kids.

   "That's okay, Jason." She patted my hand lightly, drawing her hand back
quickly when she realized how close she was to my penis.  She blushed
slightly, glancing down at me.  "I think this is good for me," she said. 
"I need to overcome a lot of things that have built up, and while this
isn't how I would have chosen for that to happen, it'll have to do."

   We sat around, listening to each school's pep band try to outplay the
other, before I decided to go grab some sodas.  I was standing in line when
I felt a tap on my shoulder.

   "Jason?" someone asked.  I turned and saw it was Susan Hazleton.  We had
met at the state semi-finals, when she had been selected to watch me to
make sure I wasn't cheating.

   "Susan!" I said, glad to see a friendly face.  "What are you doing here?
Did your dad send you to scout us?" I asked, teasing her.

   "No.  I wanted to come see you guys play," she explained.

   "That's cool.  Who did you come with?"

   "My mom and I came together.  I don't think I'm going back to my dad
after what happened earlier this week." After the match her dad had gotten
pissed at her, blowing up in front of the team and leaving her behind.

   "That's probably good," I said.  "Don't tell him, but I never really
liked him all that much!" She laughed, but looked a little sad.

   "I didn't either," she said.

   We had worked our way to the head of the line, so I ordered sodas for my
family, and an order of nachos for myself.

   "Do you want anything?" I asked.

   "No.  I'm good.  Question for you...  how are you planning to pay for
all of that?" she asked.  I panicked for a moment, having completely
forgotten I had no clothes, no wallet, and no money.

   "Crap," I said, afraid I was going to have to run back inside.

   "Don't worry," Susan said, laughing at my predicament.  "I've got you
covered."

   "At least one of us is covered," I said, blushing as Susan made a point
to stare at my dick, giggling as I began to swell in response.

   She handed some money to the cashier and we returned to the arena.

   My dad paid Susan back the money she had spent on the food, giving me a
look as if it was somehow my fault I had no clothes on.  We asked Susan if
she'd like to sit with us, but she said her mom was waiting for her and
left to find her.

   "Who was that?" Samantha asked.

   "Susan Hazleton," I said.  "She's the daughter of the coach of the Rock
Island squad." I explained how we had met, which Samantha thought was
hilarious.

   "She's cute," my dad said.  I shook my head at that.

   "She's nice," I said, "but we don't know each other all that well."

   "I think she likes you," said my mom.

   "What?  No.  She's just a nice girl."

   "Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

   "Jeez, you guys.  What are you trying to do?  Break me up with
Jennifer?"

   "I'm just teasing," my mom said, patting me on the arm.  "But she is
cute."

   Aarrghh...  parents.

   Chapter Four - Jennifer

   I was a nervous wreck as the minutes counted down until the final.  At
last the timer had counted down to twenty minutes, so we took the court to
a huge round of applause from our fans.  I spotted Jason and the family
right away, of course.  It was hard to miss Jason's white body in a sea of
green and gold!

   I waved, and quickly joined the lineup along with the rest of my
teammates, waiting for a turn to practice spiking and digging and serving
one last time.

   "You ready for this?" Stacy asked.  Stacy Nichols is the team captain,
and she was making the rounds, patting us on the shoulder, slapping us on
the butts, generally trying to pump us up.

   "Got that right," I grunted as the ball was set for me.  I took a three
step approach, leaped and slammed the ball cross-court.  Right off the
line.

   "Lookin' good," she said before turning to Heather, who was next in line
behind me.  "You ready for this?" she asked.

   I grinned, running to the other side of the net to dig a few shots. 
Stacy's "you ready for this?" was an every-game occurrence.  So far, we had
been ready every game, but we all knew this would easily be our toughest
match of the year.

   By this time the West High team had joined us, and was in the middle of
their warmups on the other side of the net.  Like I'd seen this afternoon,
the Cadettes were a tall team, taller than we were, and as I watched them
spike it seemed like everything was coming straight down at me.  If our
front line wasn't on the top of our game, it could be a frustratingly long
night.

   I was watching as volleyball after volleyball came whizzing over the net
when I saw the West High coach huddled up with a couple of students on the
sidelines.  I looked closer, and to my surprise and confusion saw he was
deep in discussion with Justin Miller and Brenda Reed.  I had a bad feeling
about this, to say the least.  It seemed like Justin and Brenda had been
conspiring to make my life horrible this week, although I couldn't imagine
what the three had to talk about.

   It didn't take too long to find out however, as one of the referees came
to our side of the court.

   "Is everyone in uniform?" she asked, looking directly at me.

   "Yes," Coach White answered.  "Why?"

   "I had to check to make sure," she answered, and walked away.

   "What was that about?" I asked, but Coach just shrugged his shoulders.

   "Got me," he answered.

   Pretty soon it was game time, and the teams lined up opposite each other
for the national anthem.  My heart was pounding, and I took a few deep
breaths to try and get myself under control.

   The starting lineups were announced, and the six of us took our places
on the court.  We had won the coin toss, and were serving first.  Before
the match started however, the same referee blew her whistle and motioned a
side-out and one point for West High.

   "What?" Coach was up off the bench immediately, demanding to know what
was going on.

   "Dress code violation," the referee answered.

   "What do you mean?  We're all in uniform."

   "Where's number fourteen?" he asked, and I groaned.  I'm number
fourteen, but of course I wasn't wearing it, since I wasn't wearing a
uniform.  Was this what Brenda and Justin had been doing?  Trying to get us
to lose?  I was fuming, but raised my hand.

   "I'm number fourteen," I said as the ref nodded.

   "Point for West High," she said again.  "Not all members in uniform."

   "That's ridiculous!" Coach screamed, but it was to no avail.  Before the
match had even begun, we were behind 1-0 and they were serving.

   We were all a little shook up at the turn of events, and before we had
really composed ourselves, the scoreboard showed us down 6-2.  Coach called
a timeout and we all huddled together.

   "Girls," he said.  "You have got to concentrate out there!  This is
going to be tough enough without all this extra crap, so you have to be
razor sharp.  Pay attention, talk to one another, communicate!"

   "Can Jennifer wear a uniform at all?" Stacy asked, looking at me.  I
shook my head as Coach answered.

   "No," he sighed.  "This is still under the rules of The Program, and she
gets suspended if she does."

   "After the game?" I asked, wondering how long the suspension would last.
If it wouldn't be too long, it would be worth it to cover up.

   "Immediately," he said.

   Crap.

   The whistle blew and we went back out on the court, still a bit
frazzled, but much more determined.  We quickly won the serve back, which
put Andrea Mitchell to the service line.  She has a wicked jump serve, tons
of topspin, and she quickly served four aces in a row, and we were back in
the game.

   Once we were on a roll, everything seemed to come together for us. 
Stacy and I were murdering their hitters, blocking everything we could
reach, and our back line players were getting to everything we couldn't
block.  There were a few tense moments, but we eventually won the first
game 15-9.

   As the last spike hit the court, we jumped up and celebrated, but
quickly left the floor, running back to the locker room to go over
strategies for the rest of the match.

   Chapter Five - Jason

   I was pissed, I was furious, I was...  mad.  I didn't know what Justin
and Brenda were up to, but when we lost the first point before the match
even started, I wanted to go down and strangle somebody, or maybe two
somebodies.

   "Can they do that?" I asked, amazed at what was happening.

   "I guess," my dad said.

   "How?  She's naked because of The Program!  Isn't that a state law or
something?  How can she...  how can the team lose a point for that?"

   "I don't know," he answered, shrugging his shoulders.  "Obviously there
are a lot of rules and regulations still in place that conflict with the
basic premise of The Program.  It will probably take a while to get all the
kinks ironed out."

   "We won the first game though, honey," said my mom, still unable to look
at me directly.  She was trying though, and I was proud of her...  it was
far better than the screaming I'd been used to from earlier in the week.

   "Yeah, we won, but what happens now?  Do we lose another point at the
start of this game too?"

   As it turned out, we lost two points.

   "Repeat uniform code violation," the referee intoned, as the scoreboard
flickered to show Kennedy behind 2-0 to start the second game.  It was
obvious that a lot of energy drained from the team as they realized that
once again they were in a little bit of a hole right away.

   To their credit, none of the players or coaches complained, although I
saw some of the benchwarmers shooting daggers back at Justin and Brenda,
who were sitting smugly a few rows up.  None of the Kennedy fans were
talking to them, but they were happy in their own world, it appeared,
pleased to be able to get back at Jennifer.

   The second game was much like the first, with West High taking a big
lead, and Kennedy coming back to win a close one in the end, fifteen to
thirteen.

   Jennifer was playing out of her mind, blocking and spiking anything
close to her side of the net.  Between games I went down and chatted with
Kylie Armstrong, the team's stat keeper.

   "How's Jennifer doing?" I asked.

   "Amazing," she answered.  "She had ten kills in the first game and
eleven in the second.

   "Wow," I said.  "That's out of control."

   "It gets better," Kylie said, looking at the stat sheet.  "Her hitting
percentage is almost fifty percent."

   "Fifteen?  That's not that great." Hitting percentage is a stat used to
grade hitters.  Take the number of times their spike ended the point,
subtract any hitting errors like out of bounds or into the net, and divide
by the total number of hitting attempts to get the percentage.  Top college
players hit between thirty and forty percent, so fifteen wasn't that great.

   "No.  Fifty.  Five-zero."

   "What?"

   "Yeah, she had twenty kills, three errors on only forty attempts."

   "Wow," I said, very impressed.  "That's great.  That's...  that's..."

   "Great," she finished.  Kylie chewed on her pencil for a moment.  "You
think they can keep this up?" she asked.  "If this match goes the distance,
we're going to be behind five to nothing at the start of the last game. 
That's a heck of a deficit to come back from."

   "I know," I said.  "I've thought of that too.  But what can we do?"

   "I don't know," she shrugged.  "Hopefully something comes up."

   "I guess," I answered as I walked back to my seat.

   Truth be told however, I wasn't holding out much hope.  What could we
do?

   Chapter Six - Jennifer

   We got really lucky in those first two games, I thought.  After the
second game, back in the locker room, I had a thought.  It didn't make me
happy, but maybe it would be best for the team.

   "Coach," I said, raising my voice over the chatter of my teammates. 
"Would it be better if I didn't go back out there for this game?"

   "Why would you ask that?" he asked, shaking his head.

   "Well, we'll be down by three points just for me showing up like this,"
I said, gesturing at my nakedness.  Coach blushed, which I thought was kind
of cute, as I pointed out the obvious, but I continued.  "If I'm not out
there we'll get to serve first, since they won't take that away.  We only
need to win one more game to win it all, and maybe it would be easier if I
don't play."

   "Not a chance," he said flatly.  "No way.  Who would you put in for
yourself?  Janelle?  Theresa?  They're good, no offense girls, but you're
playing out of your mind tonight.  Forget about it.  Ladies," he yelled,
calling for our attention.  "Jennifer offered to sit out this game so we
wouldn't be behind.  I told her she should put the thought out of her mind.
What do you have to say?"

   There was a chorus of support from my teammates, and a few angry shouts
about the stupid rule and how big of jerks Justin and Brenda were, but I
felt better.  They wanted me out there with them, despite my presence
costing the team points, so I had no choice but do agree.

   "Okay," I said.  "Let's go get 'em, right?"

   "Right!"

   I felt energized as we ran back onto the court, but things quickly fell
apart.

   We knew we would be down three points, which we were, but then their
same server got on the biggest roll I've ever seen, and even after using up
both of our two timeouts, we were down twelve to nothing.

   Coach bowed to the inevitable, and we went out with a whimper that game,
falling fifteen to three.

   "What now, Coach?" I asked as we jogged back down the tunnel between
games.  "Do you still want me out there?"

   I don't know why I was so adamant about being pulled from the game, but
it was the only thing I could think of to help.  Thankfully, Coach was more
on my side than I was, and again shook his head.

   "Forget it Jennifer," he said.  "Nothing would have helped that game. 
It wasn't your fault, it wasn't the ref's fault...  we just couldn't return
serve."

   I shrugged, knowing he was right, and continued into the dressing room.

   Unfortunately the fourth game was much like the third game.

   We started out behind right from the start, and found ourselves in
another big hole.  I was still hitting well, the whole team was, but we
were just too far behind.

   We went on our own little streak in the middle of the game, and I
thought for a moment that the West High players had a little bit of fear in
their faces, but we couldn't get any closer than four points.  Their coach
called for a timeout.  We could hear the screaming all the way from our
huddle, and when the match started again, they were on fire.

   As I was walking off the court, thoughts of losing were already running
through my head.

   One of the West High players bumped into me in the tunnel, laughing as
she ran past me.

   "You guys are done, you know that right?" she asked.  "I have a feeling
the score of this game is going to be fifteen to zip," she laughed.  "Sorry
about that," she gloated.

   The score of the match was two wins for each team, so whichever team won
the next game was state champ.  Looking around the dressing room, while we
waited for Coach to come in, it didn't look like any of us were really all
that thrilled to go back out there.

   "It's been a good run," Stacy said, unable to put forth a happy face. 
Clearly she had already given up, and judging my the number of nodding
heads, many of my teammates agreed.  I tried not to be, but I was one of
them.

   Suddenly we could hear footsteps and Coach ran into the dressing room,
out of breath and...  smiling?

   "Girls," he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling.  "I have a
plan."

   Chapter Seven - Jason

   "Can I sit here?" I heard someone ask, and turned around to see who it
was.  We were in the middle of the fourth game, and Kennedy was getting
trounced.

   "Hey Susan," I said, scooting over to make room beside me.  "Have a
seat."

   "Thanks," she said.  "My mom is moping around, all woe-is-me and
everything, and I couldn't handle it anymore."

   "Sorry to say things aren't much better here," I said, pointing to where
my dad and mom were sitting, looking altogether displeased with how the
match was progressing.

   "What's going on anyway?" Susan asked.  "My mom and I were sitting way
up the bleachers, and couldn't hear what was being said.  Why are you guys
losing points at the start of each game?"

   "Stupid uniform rule," I said.  I went on to explain how each member of
the team was supposed to be wearing the same uniform.

   "But Jennifer's in The Program!  How can they be penalized for that?"
she asked, as stunned as all of us had been.

   "I don't know," I said.  "My dad says it's a leftover rule.  It will
probably be changed for next season, once people figure out what happened,
but it's killing us tonight."

   "That's so unfair," she said.

   "Yeah."

   We sat there, watching as West High extended their lead.  I was watching
the huddle as we called our last timeout, and could see how defeated the
Kennedy players already looked.  The only person who looked halfway
competitive was Jennifer, and she was a mess, hair flying out of her
ponytail, sweat covering her body.  I saw Susan looking at her with a
curious expression on her face, and nudged her.

   "What's up?" I asked, hoping she was okay.  Susan looked away from the
huddle quickly, blushing as if being caught.

   "Nothing," she answered quickly.

   "Come on, tell me.  Something's going on," I said.

   "Don't tell her I said this," Susan suddenly whispered in my ear.  "But
I think your sister is pretty hot."

   "What?  You do, huh?" I said.

   "Oh yeah, I've been thinking about her ever since you guys beat us on
Wednesday," she said.

   "Huh," I muttered.  Susan must have taken it as a sign of displeasure,
for she quickly turned to me, an anxious expression on her face.

   "Oh, I think you're pretty cute too," she said, blushing more deeply as
her eyes darted to my crotch.  "I think you're cute in a Big Way, if you
know what I mean."

   I started fidgeting as I saw where she was looking.  I had been happily
able to keep my penis under control for the entire match, despite Jennifer
running and jumping all over.  I'd been too into the match to be distracted
by that, but now, sitting next to a cute girl who was obviously eyeing my
cock, I felt myself start to swell.

   "Stop it," I said.

   "Why?" she asked, leaning closer to me.  "I'm just teasing you.  I know
nothing could ever happen between us.  I see the way Jennifer looks into
the stands to catch your eye.  She's in love and so are you.  I wouldn't
ever try to come between you two," she said, and I laughed.  "What?" she
asked.

   "Oh, just the thought of that's pretty exciting," I said.

   "I can see that someone is excited," she laughed, and I grabbed the
empty soda tray to cover myself, praying that my mom didn't see me like
this.  Thankfully she seemed to be busy talking to Samantha and didn't seem
to notice.

   "Cut it out," I pleaded.

   "Fine.  Be that way," Susan huffed, but she was smiling and I knew we
were okay.  "But what's so funny?" she asked.

   "Jennifer is kind of into girls," I said, hoping Jennifer wouldn't be
too upset with me for telling Susan.  "I think the thought of you between
the two of us is...  fairly exciting," I said.

   "Oh my," Susan said, blushing at the thought.  I could see where her
nipples were poking through the thin blouse she was wearing and pointed it
out.

   "Now who's excited?" I asked, grinning as she rushed to cover herself
with her jacket.

   "Never you mind," she said.  "Try and behave, okay?"

   "I will if you will," I said, and she agreed.

   "Jeez, I don't know how you guys stand it," she said finally.  "Being
naked all the time like that, has to be difficult."

   "Yeah, but you get used to it after a while," I said, and it was true.
Except for those awkward moments when my prick decided to rear its ugly
head or when someone felt the need to point it out, I wasn't aware of being
naked much anymore.

   "Really?" she asked, seemingly unable to believe me.

   "Yeah," I said, nodding vigorously.  "I mean, it would be easier if
everyone were naked, but..."

   "What?"

   "I said, it would be easier if everyone were naked."

   "Oh my God, that's it!" she screamed, jumping out of her seat.  Just
then our crowd groaned and I looked to the court in time to see us lose the
last point of the game.  The match was tied at two, and I didn't have a
good feeling about the last game.

   I looked for Susan, and to my shock found her talking to Coach White as
the girls ran off the court into the locker room.  I was sitting a little
too far away to hear what was being said, but Susan was gesturing
animatedly, and Coach was nodding and to my surprise suddenly started
smiling.

   Coach slapped Susan on the back, and even from where I was sitting I
could tell he was thanking her.  He jogged off the court, running to catch
up with the team.

   "What was that all about?" I asked, as Susan sat back down beside me.

   "I had an idea," she said.

   "About what?" I asked.

   "How we can win the match."

   "What?  How?"

   "You'll have to wait and see," she said mischievously.  "Trust me, all
will be revealed."

   Chapter Eight - Jennifer

   "You're joking, right?" Stacy asked, a scared expression on her face.

   "Nope," the coach grinned.  "But it's your choice, I would never force
any of you to do this.  Not unless it was your week in The Program, of
course.  But we either all do it or none of us do."

   "Let's do it!" shouted Heather, beginning to jump up and down and laugh
hysterically.  "Can you imagine their faces when they see us come out onto
the court?  They'll freak!"

   "Plus they won't have a huge lead on us," I said.  "Did you hear what
that girl said to me on the way in here?  "Fifteen to nothing," she said. I
want to cram that down her throat."

   "But...  really?  All of us?" Stacy jumped back in.  I walked over to
her, sitting beside her on a bench.  She had paled and her hands were
shaking a bit as I put my arm around her.

   "Stacy, you don't have to do this, but why are you so scared of it?"

   "I...  I don't know.  My parents are in the crowd.  What will they
think?"

   "I don't know," I admitting.  "But maybe they'll think you were doing
everything you had to do in order to win the match."

   "Or maybe they'll be pissed," she moaned.  I gave her a big hug, but
could still feel her trembling.

   "Maybe.  But this isn't their decision to make Stacy, you get to
decide."

   "I...  I don't know," she said, looking around the locker room at her
coaches and teammates.  "What do you think?"

   "It's not my decision," I said, trying to be as firm as I could.  I knew
what I wanted her to do, of course, but I also knew how being forced into
something could make a person nervous.

   "But what do you think?" she stressed.  "If it was your choice, what
would you do?"

   "I'd do it," I said.  "I think it's about our best chance to win. 
Besides," I said, trying to get a smile out of her.  "It's not like you'll
be alone out there.  People have been so busy ogling me all match, they
probably won't even notice you."

   "You think?" she asked hopefully.  I nodded.

   "I do think so."

   "Okay," she sighed, closing her eyes.  "Let's do it."

   "Yes!" shouted Heather, and the rest of the team quickly put the plan
into action.

   Was everybody in for a surprise when we came out of the locker room!

   Chapter Nine - Jason

   "Come on, tell me what's going on," I said, but Susan just sat back in
her chair smiling at me.

   "Soon enough," was all she said.

   I sat in my chair, grumbling as we watched the West High team come back
onto the floor.  Their crowd gave a big cheer as the team circled the
court. They looked loose and relaxed, as if they knew they were going to
win the match.  Going into the final game automatically ahead tends to
build up a person's confidence.

   "Look at them," I said, disgusted as I watched them warm up.  "They look
like they don't have a care in the world."

   Susan just shrugged.  "Just wait," she said.  I started shaking my head
when suddenly a hush came over the crowd.  I turned to look at what was
happening, and there they were.

   The Kennedy team had just run onto the court and they were all naked,
not just Jennifer!

   "This is your plan?" I asked, turning back to Susan.

   "Yep," she answered.

   "How?  What?  Why?  I don't get it."

   "Simple, really.  They're all wearing the same uniform now, aren't
they?"

   I sat back in my chair.  It was logical, they were all dressed in the
same uniform, which is to say nothing, but no one was wearing anything
different from the others.  I noticed that someone had taken a felt marker
and had written their normal numbers on each girl's back, so even that
wasn't a valid complaint for the other team.

   "Oh my word," I heard my mom say.  Her face had turned white as she saw
the team spring onto the floor.  Dad gave her a hug, but she had a
difficult time watching what was happening on the court.

   Suddenly the silence was broken as different people started cheering and
protesting, and a melee nearly broke out on the court as the opposing coach
saw what was happening.

   "They can't do that!" he screamed.  "They're not wearing any uniforms,
how can that be legal?"

   "It's legal," Coach White said.  "You just don't like it."

   "They can't be naked!" the other coach screamed, jumping up and down. 
"They're naked!"

   "Coach?" said the referee, pointing to Coach White.  "Can I talk to you
for a second?" The two of them walked off the court, close enough so that I
could hear what they said.

   "What's up?" Coach asked, and the ref gave him a look.

   "What do you mean?  It's obvious isn't it?  Your team is completely
naked.  That's a hell of a uniform violation."

   "It's not," Coach insisted.  "The rule states that every player must be
wearing the same uniform.  We are.  Shoes."

   "But they're naked," the ref repeated.

   "But that's legal now.  State law.  Because of The Program.  None of my
players are older than eighteen, so they're all perfectly legal."

   "Yes, but..."

   "Besides, you know this whole uniform violation thing was a pile of
crap. Don't make this any harder on yourself than you have to, okay?"

   "But..."

   "It's your job, but you know I'm right."

   "I suppose," the ref said, beginning to sulk.  Coach started walking
away, but turned back suddenly.

   "And I better not catch you ogling my girls," he said as he jogged back
to the huddle.  The ref stood there for a moment, red-faced at being chewed
out like that, but he returned to the court.

   Despite the protests of the coach and most of West High's crowd, the
referee started the match with the score tied at zero.

   To be honest, it wasn't that close.  Andrea Mitchell led of the last
game serving, and served four aces in a row before hitting one out of
bounds.  On the very first serve, the West High player hit her serve too
low, and Jennifer blocked it back, surprising the other team, who scrambled
but were unable to get the ball back over the net.

   The rest of the game was like that.  We ran off a few points, but
stopped West High on their serve.  By the time we were ahead fourteen to
nothing, the game and match had long since been over.  West High was
standing around, stunned by the turn of events, and when Jennifer leaped up
and hit a kill shot down the line, none made so much as a move for it, and
we were state champions!

   Of course we all rushed the court, and spent a few minutes jumping up
and down.  The first person I sought out was Jennifer, who threw her arms
and legs around me, nearly knocking me to the floor as she jumped into my
arms.

   "We won!" she shouted, and I could feel wetness on my shoulder as she
cried tears of joy.  "I can't believe we won!" she said.

   "You guys were stunning," I said, putting her down.  "You had a great
game, and the whole team played awesome."

   "You're just glad you got to see us all naked," she joked.  "But you'll
have to thank Coach for that."

   "Actually, you have to thank Susan for that," I said.  "It was her
idea."

   "Susan?  Susan Hazleton?"

   "Yep," I said.  "She's staying with her mom and decided to come to the
game, and it was her idea.  So thank her."

   "I will," she promised.

   About this time the arena announcer started trying to get everyone off
the court.  The trophy presentation was short but sweet.  Andrea Mitchell
and Stacy Nichols were both named to the all-tournament team, and to no
one's surprise, Jennifer was named the captain.

   This brought on another bout of jumping and hugging, and I even saw one
of the players from West High congratulate Jennifer.  All in all, it had
been a pretty good day.

   Chapter Ten - Jennifer

   "Nice match," I heard behind me.  "Congratulations of the all-tournament
team." I turned around to see the same West High player who had taunted me
in the tunnel after the fourth game.

   "Thanks," I said, trying to be gracious.  "You guys are a tough team."

   "I wish we'd been able to play you straight up," she said sadly.  "All
this uniform stuff was distracting."

   "It was," I agreed.  "Especially game five."

   "Damn right," she muttered.  "But I was right, you know."

   "About what?"

   "Game five.  I said it would be fifteen to zip." She extended her hand
and we shook.  "Congratulations," she said.  "Sorry I was such a bitch."

   "Nah," I said, waving a hand in the air.  "Don't worry about it."

   She looked back over her shoulder once as she was leaving and shook her
head.  I had a hard time believing it myself.  State Champions!

   "Don't party too hard!" she said as she walked off.

   Oh, I was going to party, that was for sure.

   Suddenly I was tackled, and turned to see my mom and dad, along with
Samantha and Jason.  They all said their congratulations when I saw Susan
off to the edge of the crowd.  I broke away and walked up to where she was
standing.

   "Congratulations," she said as I neared.

   "I hear I have you to thank for the quick thinking," I said.

   "Nah...  well...  Jason said something and it just clicked."

   "Still, we wouldn't have won if it wasn't for you, so thanks," I said.

   "You're welcome," she said.  "I've gotta go.  My mom's probably
wondering where I am.  Bye!" she called and ran off.

   After that the evening was a blur of photographs, interviews and
congratulations until at last we were able to get out of the arena.  Jason
and I had talked to our parents, and had gotten their approval for him to
spend the night at the hotel.

   "As long as he stays with the coach, young lady," Mom said.  We talked
to the coach, who seemed surprised at the suggestion, but happily agreed.
After a few minutes of conversation, and more congratulations, it was time
for Mom and Dad and Samantha to head out and we waved them off.

   "What now?" Jason asked.  We were alone in the hotel lobby, two naked
kids in a sea of fully clothed adults who had no idea what we were doing,
and he suddenly appeared nervous.

   "We go up to my room," I said, giving him a grin.  I leaned in and
whispered in his ear.  "And I screw your brains out."

   Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator.  He pulled me in
front of him and I leaned against him, feeling his cock stiffen against my
ass as we waited for the elevator.  Just as the elevator doors arrived
Jason reached around to cup my breasts, shocking the elderly couple who
were waiting to get off the elevator.  The woman looked mortified, but I
saw her husband give Jason a wink as we got on.

   I punched the button for my floor and attacked Jason as the doors
closed.

   "Oh God, I'm so horny," I moaned.  "All I could think about during the
match was being naked in front of all those people.  It was all I could do
to keep my mind on the game, and now here you are, naked and with a big
hard-on and I can't keep my hands off you." I leaned against him, my
breasts flattening against his chest, and our lips met hungrily in a fierce
kiss.  Jason groaned as I grabbed down and stroked his dick, although we
managed to be presentable by the time the elevator reached my floor.

   Thankfully the hallways were empty, and we ran for the room.  I knocked
on the door, knowing Heather was waiting for us.  She had agree to stay in
the room until Jason and I arrived, then she would spend the rest of the
night with Andrea and Stacy in their room.  We didn't know what to do about
Coach, but the hope was that he would get so drunk he would pass out. 
Jason would have to get up early, but would pretend to have slept outside
Coach's room, and hopefully no one would be the wiser.  It wasn't the best
plan, but it was all we had.

   "Hello?" Heather said as she opened the door for us.  Her eyes widened
as she saw me still holding Jason's cock.  "Nice," she murmured as she
opened the door wider to let us in.  She slipped out of the room, and the
two of us were finally alone.

   "Kiss me," I said, and Jason eagerly leaned in.  Our mouths opened and
our tongues met as we kissed.  My nipples were already hard with excitement
as Jason reached out a hand to cup my left breast.  I pressed myself
against him, feeling his cock as it pushed against my tummy, and I felt a
flutter of excitement in my pussy.

   Jason reached down to cup my mound, sliding a finger along the already
wet crevice between my labia.  I moaned into his mouth as he gently rolled
and pinched my clit, gasping as he suddenly slipped a finger into my wet
tunnel.  I was desperate to get off, and stood there, a willing recipient,
as he pumped in and out through my wetness.  I was a little embarrassed at
how wet I was, the squishy noises his finger made in my pussy seemed to
echo throughout the room, but I was past caring.

   "You're so hot," he groaned, as I thrust my hips against his hand.  I
whimpered as he took his hand away, but he brought his fingers to his lips
and I trembled as I watched him lick up my juices.  Quickly he replaced his
hand, this time attacking me with two fingers.  I felt myself getting weak
as the sensations washed over me, and pulled him down to the bed.

   We landed beside each other, and I quickly spread my legs as he stroked
me.  His lips attached themselves to a turgid nipple, and I hummed happily,
holding his head in my hands, as Jason sucked and nibbled at my spongy
flesh.

   My hips were acting on their own, pushing up off the bed to meet his
fingers.  I felt a tingling sensation start in my chest, a feeling which
quickly spread to my legs and finally I felt my pussy start to contract
around his hand.

   "Faster," I whimpered as my orgasm neared.  "More more more," I panted,
thrusting roughly against his hand.  Suddenly I was there, and my climax
crashed over me, one spasm after another hitting me as waves of pleasure
rolled over me.

   I closed my eyes, pushing Jason away from me as the feelings became
almost overpowering.  Jason kissed me gently, wiping a stray hair from my
sweaty forehead.

   "That was beautiful," he said softly, continuing to kiss my face while
gently caressing my arms and stomach.  I moaned at his light touch,
enjoying the soothing sensation.

   Finally I had recovered enough and opened my eyes, smiling as I saw him
staring intently at me.

   "Hey," I said, too tired to move for the moment.

   "Hey yourself, beautiful." The two of us lay on the bed, content to
simply be near each other.  Jason's hands grew more insistent on my body,
occasionally straying to my hips or breasts, and I felt myself becoming
more aroused.

   "Enough," I said, surprising Jason as I forced his hand away.

   "What?" he asked, concerned at my reaction.

   "Nothing," I said, leaning back on the pillows.  I spread my legs,
teasing my damp pussy, lightly trailing my fingers through my matted pubic
hair.  "I just think it's about time you got up here and fucked me.  Don't
you think?" I grinned as Jason sat stunned for a moment, before quickly
grabbing his prick and dropping down between my legs.

   I reached down and grabbed his shaft, pumping it with my fist until it
was fully erect.  Jason hunched his hips, and I felt the spongy tip of his
cock wedge between the lips of my pussy, which were spread open in arousal.

   "Ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

   "Do it!" I panted, cocking my hips.  Jason slid forward, spreading my
folds, and I moaned as his prick penetrated me fully.

   "Fuck," he moaned as our pubic hair met.  "You're so tight.  I don't
think I'll ever get used to that," he said.

   I reached up, trapping his neck in my arms as Jason began rapidly
pumping into me.  My moans turned to little gasps as I felt myself bouncing
off the bed.  Each thrust forced me into the mattress and I bounced up as
Jason withdrew, as if trying to keep him inside me.

   We quickly found a rhythm as I wrapped my legs around Jason's hips, and
I felt as if we were fused together as we rolled around the sheets.  Jason
is quite thick and I felt myself spread like never before as his shaft
opened up my pussy.

   "Getting close," he panted, and I felt his cock flex inside of me.  I
reached down to caress his balls and Jason bellowed as his orgasm
approached.

   "Do it," I hissed, running my hand up and down his smooth chest, slick
with our combined sweat.

   Jason again sped up, and I felt as thought I was being hammered into the
bed until finally Jason stiffened above me.  His face was frozen, his
expression one of pain and pleasure as I felt his cock began to spurt deep
within me.

   "God...  so good," Jason moaned as after several seconds he collapsed
against me.  He quickly rolled to his side and we lay facing each other,
still a tangle of arms and legs, his cock deep within me.  We lay there
together, exhausted from our passion.  I felt his cock begin to soften and
I stayed motionless, wanting to feel it in me for as long as possible.

   Finally though, his prick softened too much and it slipped out of my
pussy with a small plop.  I felt our fluids begin to drain out of me onto
the bed and got up, running to the bathroom, my hand over my hole, trying
to keep the rush of fluids from spilling everywhere.

   After I had cleaned up I returned to bed and we held each other close. I
leaned my head against his chest, lulled almost to sleep by the beating of
his heart.  Jason was the first to break the silence, as he pulled the hair
away from my ear.

   "I love you Jen," he said softly.

   "I love you too."

   Chapter Eleven - Jason

   Eventually we realized we had to get up and shower.  I was a little
nervous about sneaking around like we were, and wanted to see how far along
Coach was in his drinking.

   Jennifer slipped into the shower with me, and I couldn't resist,
reaching down to slip my fingers through the curls of her pubic hair. 
Jennifer shuddered at the contact, but smiled, spreading her thighs wide to
give me easy access.

   "I'm going to shave, you know," she said.

   "Shave?"

   "I see how you looked at Heather and her shaved pussy.  Do you think I'd
look good like that?  I think I'd look younger," she said, watching for my
reaction.

   "I think you'd look good...  damn good," I said.  "And I bet it would
feel good too, all that slippery skin under my tongue."

   "Oh God," she moaned, "It does feel good."

   "What?" I asked, unsure if I'd heard her correctly.

   "It does feel good to lick a shaved pussy like that."

   "How do you know?" I asked, suddenly afraid.  I tried thinking back to
the past week, but the girl Jennifer had been with in class hadn't been
shaved, and Jennifer didn't really do anything to her.  Whose pussy had
Jennifer been eating, I wondered.

   "Heather," she panted.  "We made love last night, and it was so good.  I
think we should invite her over sometime and fuck her." Jennifer reached
for my cock, but I suddenly felt sick and pulled away.

   "You what?" I asked.

   "It was so good," she said, again reaching for me, but I backed out of
the shower and grabbed a towel.  "Where are you going?" she called after
me.

   "I'm done," I answered, wanting to get out of the hotel room as quickly
as I could.

   "Why?" she asked.  "I saw you watching me in biology with Theresa
yesterday.  You were hard as a rock!  What's the problem?"

   I sputtered, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

   "Well?" she asked.

   "I feel sick," I said.  "I can't believe you cheated on me like that!"

   "Cheated on you?  I didn't cheat on you, it was Heather!"

   "It was still sex, you just said the two of you made love."

   "That doesn't count, it was a girl.  I love you, I thought you'd like to
join in with us."

   "Then why not ask me?" I pleaded, feeling my heart ready to break.

   "I am.  Right now."

   "Before you go and fuck her!  Christ!" I shouted.  Couldn't she see this
was killing me.

   "You're not one to talk," she screamed back, throwing her towel at me.
"I saw you and Lori Campbell!"

   "What?"

   "On Tuesday in choir room.  The two of you were sprawled out on the
floor eating each other like there was no tomorrow," she screamed, and I
felt a twinge of guilt, but only for a moment.

   "That was Tuesday," I said as calmly as I could.  "We hadn't really done
anything yet, and besides, that was school.  What about you giving handjobs
to freshmen?" I asked, remembering her telling me about some trombone
player.  "How's that for staying true?"

   "That was a reasonable request," she said, but I don't know if she
believed it herself.

   I shook my head in disgust, wishing I had a change of clothes with me.
Jennifer was crying on the bed when I left, slamming the door behind me.  I
wandered around the hotel for a while, trying to think of someplace I could
go to spend the night.  It was long after midnight and I didn't want to
wake Coach.  It was too late to call home, and without any clothes I didn't
want to leave the hotel.

   Finally I fell asleep in a corner of the lobby, hoping no one would see
me.

   SUNDAY

   Chapter One - Jennifer

   For the life of me, I didn't understand what had happened the night
before.  I thought Jason would be up for a threesome with Heather.  I
thought he'd be excited by the thought.  I thought he would have been happy
for me, but instead he storms out of the room.

   I felt like such a slut, only I didn't know why.  I hadn't been able to
fall asleep for hours, and when I finally did it wasn't pleasant.

   "Go away," I mumbled into my pillow as someone shook my shoulder.

   "Jennifer," said a familiar voice.  "Get up." I tried to shrug off
whoever it was, but the insistent shaking finally woke me up and I rolled
over to see Heather standing there, looking around nervously.

   "What do you want?" I asked, unhappy I'd been roused from my sleep.  I
glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly seven o'clock.  If I didn't
hurry I'd be late for the team breakfast before we headed back.

   "Where's Jason?" Heather asked cautiously, looking around the bathroom
door.  Suddenly I lost it.

   "I don't know," I cried, burying my face in a pillow.  "We had a huge
fight and he thinks I cheated on him and he just took off and I have no
idea where he is and..." I finally choked off my stream of words and
collapsed back onto the bed.

   "What?" Heather asked, her eyes wide.  "Slow down...  what happened?"

   "I...  I happened to mention what the two of us did on Friday night to
Jason and he freaked out.  He thought I was cheating on him, but I wasn't!"

   "Wait a minute.  Why would he think you were cheating on him?"

   "Because...  because you and I had sex," I sobbed.

   "And this was a surprise to him...  why?  He knew about you and Theresa
in class, didn't he?"

   "Yes, but he didn't know I was going to try it again.  We hadn't talked
about it, but still..."

   "But still, nothing.  Shit girl, you did cheat on him."

   "I did not," I said angrily.  "It wasn't like you fucked me.  You're a
girl."

   "Jennifer," Heather said, sitting down on the bed beside me.  "We had
sex.  You said so yourself.  Shit...  was he pissed?"

   "I think so.  He said he felt sick and ran out of the room.  I haven't
seen him since."

   I was beginning to feel horrible myself.  It would never have occurred
to me that what Heather and I had done was cheating on Jason, but of course
it was.  Sex is sex, no matter who's doing it, and just because she's a
girl doesn't mean it didn't hurt him, but I didn't think of that.  Maybe I
would have if I'd been thinking right, but I clearly hadn't been doing any
thinking at all Friday night.

   She was right, I had cheated on him, and now he was nowhere to be seen.

   "When did you last see him?" she asked.  I shrugged.

   "Last night?  A little before midnight when he took off."

   "Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  We had the whole thing set up so our parents thought he
was staying with Coach, and Coach was even planning on it, but we were
hoping he'd get too drunk to realize that Jason was never in the room."

   "Call him," she said, reaching over and grabbing the handset out of the
cradle.  I looked at her like she was crazy.

   "Call Coach?" I asked, and she nodded.  "Why?  So he knows that Jason
spent the night here?  Are you crazy?"

   "But Jason didn't spend the night," Heather pointed out.  "You're
worried, you had a fight and you don't know where he is.  Trust me, Coach
will be worried too, and you won't get in trouble."

   I sighed, but realized she was probably right, and dialed Coach's room.
He answered right away, and I explained what had happened.  I left out the
part of us screwing in the shower and what had happened between Heather and
myself, but I said enough to get the point across.

   "Let me see what I can do," he said.  "I'll call down to the front desk
and see if anyone there knows anything.  Maybe he grabbed a cab somewhere
or called home."

   "I doubt it," I grumbled.  "He didn't have any money and our family
wouldn't have gotten home until around one or two in the morning."

   "Well, you're probably right," he agreed.  "But I'll check just in
case."

   "Coach?"

   "Yes?"

   "Thanks.  I appreciate it."

   "No problem."

   We hung up and Coach presumably called down to the front desk.  Heather
was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and I just sunk back into the
warmth and security of the bed.

   What had I gotten myself into?

   Chapter Two - Jason

   "Jason," said a familiar voice.  "Get up." I tried to shrug away the
hand that was shaking my shoulder and slowly I began to wake up.  My first
thought was I didn't have any idea where I was.  I blinked my eyes, trying
to get the sleep out, and looked around.  I was in the hotel lobby and
Coach White was trying to wake me up.

   Suddenly it all came back.  Last night.  Jennifer and Heather.  Jennifer
and me fighting.  Me running out on her.

   "Hey," I said cautiously, wondering why Coach was down here so early.

   "Hey Jason," he said.  "How are you doing this morning?  Comfortable
chair?"

   He laughed as I looked down at the very uncomfortable chair which had
been my bed.  I had lines all over my arms from laying on the arm, and felt
a headache coming on.

   "No," I grumbled.

   "Well, let's get you up to my room.  Why didn't you come in, by the
way?" he asked.  I looked at his face to see if he knew what had happened,
but he seemed sincere.

   "It was late," I said.  "I didn't want to wake you up." It was the
truth, but just enough to not be a lie.  It had been late when I ran out of
Jennifer's room, but I would have been too much of a mess to face Coach
last night.

   "Well, why don't we get you up to my room.  What do you think about
that? I think a nice shower would do you good."

   I agreed and the two of us took the stairs to his room.  The shower was
good and my head was clearer by the time I had dried off.

   "So you and Jennifer had a fight?" he asked casually, and I felt my jaw
about hit the floor.

   "You...  how?"

   "She called this morning," he said, and a bit of panic began to set in.

   "She did?" I asked.  "What did she say?"

   "She said you'd had a fight and she was worried about you, and didn't
know where you were.  I was surprised to not see you, but I think maybe I
drank a little too much last night, and couldn't remember if you'd ever
come in."

   I grinned a little at that.  We'd been right, and we would have gotten
away with it, if Jennifer hadn't turned out to be such a slut.

   "I went down to the lobby," I said.

   "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

   "The lobby?"

   "No," Coach laughed.  "Your fight.  Lovers' quarrel?"

   "How did you know?" I sat on the edge of the bed, totally defeated.  It
seemed as if I was unable to keep secrets from anyone, and felt myself give
in to the inevitability of having this conversation.

   "It's pretty obvious the two of you are in love," he said.  "The way you
look at her, the way she looks at you.  It was cute how she kept looking
into the stands to catch your eye, and how she was the first person you
congratulated after we won the match.  Not all brothers are like that," he
said.

   "Step-brother," I corrected.

   "I know.  Still, even this morning you kind of sigh every time I say her
name, and you're really down about something.  Since she was just as
worried about you I thought maybe something had happened.  Are you sure you
don't want to talk about it?"

   I did want to talk, but I wasn't sure how much I should say.  How would
he react when I told him that the problem had all stemmed from the fact
that two of his star players had been sucking each other's pussies in the
hotel room, and one of the girls happened to be my step-sister?  I didn't
think I should lay that all on him.

   "I...  I'm not sure what to think," I finally said.  "I thought we were
in love, but now I don't know if she loves me."

   "Sex?"

   "What?"

   "Is this over sex?" he asked.  I squirmed, again trying to say as little
as possible.

   "Yes."

   "So she either cheated on you or she doesn't want to have sex, am I
right?"

   Christ, are all adults this smart?

   "Yes.  But I just don't know..."

   "Another guy?" he asked, and I shook my head.

   "Ah."

   What did that mean?  Did he know everything already?  Fortunately, Coach
saw my confusion and took pity on me.

   "It's not as uncommon as you might think," he said.  "Lots of girls have
their first kiss with another girl, and experimentation happens more often
than most girls let on."

   "But..."

   "Do you love her?" he asked, and I felt all my arguments die in my head,
because that really was the question, wasn't it?  Did I love her?

   Slowly I nodded my head.  I did love her, and was heart-broken when I
found out about her and Heather.

   "Is that a good thing?" I asked softly.

   "Of course it is!" he laughed.  "If you didn't love her you wouldn't
have a problem, now would you?"

   I finally got it.

   "So what do I do?" I asked.

   "That's really up to the two of you, but I think you need to ask her how
she feels.  If she loves you, then you're halfway home.  A good, honest
discussion might be in order, but that's a good thing.  If she doesn't love
you then...  well...  not a whole lot you can do."

   "I guess," I said.  I sighed and stood up, ready to go face whatever
might come my way.  Regardless, I was going to tell Jennifer I loved her.
No matter how she might feel, I was going to make sure she knew my heart
was hers to do with as she pleased.

   I was nervous though, because I didn't know how she felt.  Although I
hoped she loved me, and thought she did, the thought that she might step
all over me frightened me to death.

   Chapter Three - Jennifer

   I jumped when someone knocked on the door, but Heather got off the bed
and ran to get it.

   "You're here!" she shouted, pushing whoever it was into the hallway. 
There was a long silence before the door opened up again, and Heather stuck
her head in the door.

   "I'm going to breakfast," she said.  "I'll bring you up an apple and a
couple bagels, okay?" I nodded, wondering who had been at the door, but
Heather quickly answered my question.  "There's someone here to see you,"
she said and Jason walked into the room as Heather closed the door behind
him.

   "Hey," I said, pulling the covers up to my neck.  I was unable to look
at him, and was ashamed to know what he must think of me.

   "Hey," he said, sitting down beside me.  I took a quick glance at his
face, and to my surprise he didn't seem too upset.

   "I'm sorry," we both said at the same moment, and we laughed.

   "Me too," I said and he nodded.

   "Me too."

   "I just don't understand..."

   "Jennifer, wait.  I need to apologize.  I over-reacted last night.  I
should have stayed and let you talk to me, but I was just...  so mad.  I'm
sorry.  I only have one question for you, and then I'll leave if you want."

   "What?"

   "Do you love me?  Because I still love you and if you don't love me then
I'll leave, but..."

   "I do!"

   "What?"

   "I do love you.  Thank you thank you thank you," I said over and over as
I jumped into his arms.  "I'm so sorry," I whispered.  "Heather talked some
sense into me this morning.  I didn't think about how you'd feel about...
about me with another girl, and I'm so sorry.  I thought you'd enjoy it but
I should have talked with you about it first.  Oh God...  I love you so
much and I was so scared when you stormed out like that last night."

   "Oh Jennifer," he moaned as he leaned in to kiss me.  "I didn't know
what I was going to do," he said.  "This has all been so hectic, and
there's so much we have to talk about, but promise me this won't ever
happen again."

   "I promise," I said, meaning it completely.  "No more girls for me." I
was serious, but Jason started laughing.  "What?  Stop laughing at me," I
grumbled.

   "Oh, that's funny," he said.  "I didn't mean that.  I meant us.  Promise
me that we'll never get into such a big fight that we can't even talk about
it."

   "Oh.  I promise that too."

   "No."

   "No, what?"

   "You don't have to promise to never be with another girl, just promise
that we'll talk about it.  I don't want any other girlfriends besides you."

   "And I don't want any either," I said.  "But playing is okay?"

   "Playing is OK," he agreed.

   "As long as we talk about it first," I promised.

   Then I attacked him.

   Chapter Four - Jason

   I was caught a little unprepared as Jennifer jumped all over me.  We
were of course both naked, and she was obviously horny, and I was expecting
this to be the greatest make-up sex I'd ever had.

   "Make love to me," Jennifer whispered into my ear.  Our hands reached
out and started gently exploring the other's body.

   "Gladly," I said as my cock started to rise.  Jennifer felt it bump
against her thigh and looked down at it as she reached out a hand and
gently slid her fingers over the head.

   I threw my head back as Jennifer slowly began toying with my cock, her
fingers traveling up and down my shaft as she stroked me.  Jennifer reached
out a hand and pushed me back on the bed as she crawled between my legs.

   "Don't move," she said.  "Let me do all the work."

   I nodded, gasping with pleasure as I felt her hot mouth envelop my cock.
She licked up the veiny bottom of my cock, starting at my balls and working
her way up, teasing her tongue over the crown of my prick, before trying to
swallow me whole.

   "Jesus," I blurted as I felt the tip of my cock bump against the back of
her throat.  Jennifer gagged, coming up for a breath, before sinking down
on me once again.  This continued for a few minutes, Jennifer trying to get
more and more of my cock down her throat.

   Suddenly I felt her throat muscles relax and my cock slipped past and
down, and I felt her nose brush through my pubic hair.  The feeling was
almost indescribable as her throat muscles contracted around my shaft.

   "God," she gasped as she sat up, a proud look on her face.  "I didn't
think I was going to be able to do it.  That was a lot of work," she
panted.

   "Felt good," I said.  Jennifer reached out a hand, smearing her saliva
over my cock, now quivering with each gentle touch.

   Jennifer knelt down again, taking me all the way into her mouth time and
again, and I felt the cum begin boiling up from my balls.

   "I'm going to cum," I warned as I felt my orgasm rushing out of me. 
Jennifer mumbled something unintelligible and forced more of my cock down
her throat.  Suddenly I erupted and had to force myself not to thrust
against her face as my semen pumped down her throat.

   "I got it all," Jennifer laughed as she panted for breath.  She opened
her mouth, showing me not a trace of my orgasm.  She had swallowed
everything and I reached out to touch her face.

   "You didn't need to do that," I said, "but thank you.  I loved it."

   "Don't just tell me you loved it," she said, rolling over to her back
and spreading her legs.  "Show me, dammit."

   I found myself eager for the task and dove right in, my tongue lashing
all over Jennifer's swollen pussy lips.  She was flooding my face with her
juices, so aroused was she, but I slurped up the tangy fluids, coating my
lips and tongue with her essence, and quickly brought her to her own
orgasm.

   "Holy shit," she moaned as we held each other.  "That was good."

   "As good as Heather?" I teased, regretting my words as I felt Jennifer
stiffen beside me.

   "Don't," she said and I felt like a heel.

   "I'm sorry," I apologized.  "I didn't mean it like that, I swear. 
Shit...  I wasn't trying to bring it up...  I just wanted to know."

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   "You were better."

   "Seriously?"

   "Yeah.  She knew exactly where my buttons were and how to push them, but
you...  you were like a crazy man down there.  It felt like you had three
tongues and about fifteen fingers, and I must have drenched you when I
came!"

   "Taste yourself?" I asked as I leaned over to kiss her.  Jennifer opened
her mouth and our tongues explored gently.  I could taste the salty
remnants of my orgasm in her mouth, and she moaned as she licked her juices
from my lips.  I felt my cock give a valiant effort to rise to the occasion
once more, but I was too drained.

   "That was hot," she said and I noticed her face was still flushed with
arousal.

   "That it was," I agreed.

   "Jason?"

   "Yeah."

   "Don't be mad at me okay?"

   "Why would I be?"

   "I mean, at the question I'm about to ask, but...  what would you think
of a threesome?"

   "Why?"

   "I don't know...  I love your cock, and having sex with you is the most
amazing thing I've ever done, but...  I loved playing with Heather too."

   "I...  I'd have to...  we'd need to talk about it," I said.

   "What about it?"

   "Do I get to fuck the other girl?" I asked and saw Jennifer's eyebrows
shoot up as she realized what a threesome might mean.

   "Oh...  Oh!"

   "I just don't want us to get in a situation where one of us gets hurt,"
I said.

   "But..."

   "But I would be willing to think about it."

   "If the right person came along?"

   "Yes."

   "Like Heather?" she asked, a nervous expression on her face.

   How to answer that?  I had nothing against Heather, and didn't hold her
responsible at all, but it would always be in the back of my mind what had
happened.

   "I don't know," I sighed.  "It's just that...  she would always kind of
be in the way, you know?  I think I would feel like we were both competing
for your attentions," I said.  "Even if we weren't."

   "You wouldn't be," she said.  "And even if she was...  Jason, I'm
yours."

   "You love me then?"

   "I love you."

   Chapter Five - Jennifer

   I was relieved, to say the least, as Jason and I showered.  There was
still a little time to catch breakfast if we hurried.  Hurrying was a
problem though, but I can say that when we finally left the bathroom, we
were both as clean as we had ever been.

   We rushed downstairs to the hotel's dining area, where a continental
breakfast was being served.  Jason and I both grabbed a bowl of cereal and
some fruit and munched away at our breakfast as quickly as we could.

   "Come on," I said as I dragged Jason outside.  I could see the bus was
pulling up and the rest of my teammates and coach were standing waiting for
it, preparing to pack up.

   We stepped up to the team and I almost laughed, as I saw that half of
the girls were wearing their first place medals.

   "Where's your medal?" Jason asked and I almost panicked, thinking I'd
forgotten it in the hotel room, but just then Heather came up.

   "I have it," she said, and I put it on and gave everyone a goofy smile.
"I also grabbed you a banana," she said and then burst out laughing as she
saw Jason trying to cover his crotch.  "But I guess you got your own
banana, don't you?" she grinned, as she peeled the fruit and began taking
seductive bites of the banana.

   "That's right, she does," Jason laughed.  "But don't get any ideas,
okay?" he asked me, pointing at Heather.  "No taking that big of bites, got
it?"

   "Got it," I said.  "Who needs to take a bite anyway?  Not when I can
just swallow the whole thing." Heather about choked on her banana, her eyes
opening wide as Jason laughed and pounded her on the back.  She stared at
me, trying to figure out if I was joking, but I just nodded my head.

   Jason and I were standing around, talking with Coach as the rest of the
team packed their suitcases and stuff on the bus, when Jason suddenly
turned around and said hello to someone.

   I turned and saw Susan standing there with an older woman I assumed was
her mother.

   "Hi guys," she said, waving at us.

   "Who are your friends?" the woman asked.

   "Mom, this is Jennifer and Jason, and over there is Coach White."

   When Coach heard his name he turned and broke into a big smile, quickly
coming over and giving Susan a big hug.

   "This little lady is the reason we won last night," he said, and Susan
blushed proudly, performing a little curtsey.

   "She did what?" her mother asked, and the four of us all explained at
once how it had been Susan's quick thinking that led to the team coming out
naked in the fifth game.

   "She did herself proud," Coach said as he headed to the bus.  "I'll give
you guys a few minutes," he added.

   "Susan, I'll let you say goodbye.  I'll go get the car."

   "Okay Mom."

   "So, that's your mom?" Jason asked.  "She seems nice."

   "Nicer than my dad, you mean," Susan said, but she didn't seem bitter
about it.

   "Well...  yeah," he stammered.  Just then Coach asked Jason if he could
help with the loading and he happily snuck away.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "He's a little insensitive sometimes."

   "It's okay.  My dad is kind of a jerk.  I'm glad though...  It sounds
pretty sure that I'll be staying with her.  My dad just throws a fit
whenever I talk to him on the phone now."

   "That's good, as long as you're happy," I said.

   "I am, God, it's so much better already.  It's just..."

   "What?"

   "I'm going to have to switch schools, and I'm not going to know anybody
in town, except for you guys."

   "Well, you'll just have to come over and hang out then, won't you?" I
asked.

   "You wouldn't mind?" she asked timidly.

   "We'd love to have you.  I'm sorry if I was weird earlier this week," I
said.  "I was just falling in love with Jason and I thought I might be
losing him to you."

   "What?" she asked, clearly stunned at my revelation.

   "Yeah, I know.  But I know he thinks you're cute, in fact when you get
in your car," I said as her mom drove up, "I bet he checks out your butt."

   "He will not," she said, blushing madly.  I took a quick look at Jason,
seeing if he had heard our conversation, but he was still busy helping pack
the bus.

   "Trust me," I said, grinning.  "Who knows?  I might check you out too,"
I laughed, as she squirmed under my gaze.

   "Why?" she asked shyly.

   "I think you're cute," I answered.  "Jason blabs about this to
everybody, so he probably told you, but if he didn't...  I like girls as
well as boys."

   "He said you did," she said, "but I didn't know whether to believe it."

   "Believe it," I laughed.

   "So what happens?  He watches you with other girls?"

   "No.  If we do anything it will be together."

   "Like three of you together?" she asked, her eyes wide, and I thought I
saw her shudder at the idea.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I'm sorry, does this bother you?" I asked, thinking
she was upset.

   "No," she whispered.  "It turns me on something awful!  I'm surprised
I'm not dripping all over the sidewalk."

   "Hmm...  maybe we'll have to give you a call," I said.  "Can I get your
mom's phone number?"

   "Yes!" she practically shouted as she went through her purse, trying to
find a pen and paper.  She wrote her number and handed it to me.  "You'll
call me?" she asked.

   "Trust me, but I have to talk to Jason first," I said.  Just then
Susan's mom pulled up in the car and called for her.

   "We're ready!" she said, and Susan ran to the car.  I watched, smiling
as I saw Jason's eyes follow Susan's ass as it swayed under her short
skirt. She really was a pretty girl, and it was easy to understand what he
saw in her.  Heck, I was surprised I wasn't as wet as a lake just from the
way she had looked at me!

   Just before she climbed in the car, Susan turned around, looking first
at Jason then at me.

   "Did he?" she yelled.

   "Did he what?" I asked, watching Jason from the corner of my eye.

   "Did he check out my butt?" she asked.

   "Yep!" I shouted, as Jason scurried into the bus, clearly embarrassed at
being caught.

   "Good," she said, laughing as she got in the car.  She shut the door and
waved as she drove off.  I waved after her and climbed on board the bus,
ready for the long ride home.

   Chapter Six - Jason

   I slept for most of the way home, thankful that Jennifer had decided to
snuggle up next to me.  She rested with her head on my shoulder, and I
leaned down, my face nestled in her hair.  She smelled like strawberries,
and her constant presence had me immediately hard, though I didn't mind.

   I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of a beautiful dream I was
having.  In it, I was sitting in my dad's recliner at home, and Jennifer
was laying across my lap, gently sucking on my cock.

   I was jarred awake as the bus hit a large pothole in the road, and I
suddenly heard Jennifer choking.  I glanced over to where she was sitting,
except she wasn't sitting there any longer.

   "Down here," she said, coughing around my cock, and I started as I
realized it hadn't been a dream.  Sometime after I had fallen asleep
Jennifer had laid down in my lap, and had idly been sucking on my length.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, as Jennifer continued to cough.

   "I'm fine," she said weakly.  "The bump caught me off guard and...  you
kind of went down the wrong way."

   "Shit.  I'm sorry," I said.

   "Not your fault.  See, I'm better already, now lean back," she said,
sucking me into her wet mouth once more.  She gave me a long lick, and my
toes curled as I felt her tongue swirl around the sensitive head of my
prick before she backed off.  "It's okay if you touch me too," she said.

   "What if we get caught?" I whispered.  A few people were sleeping, but
not everyone, and we were kind of in the middle of the bus.

   "It's okay," she grinned, raking her teeth lightly over my crown. 
"Andrea's watching out for us."

   "What?" I said, rather too loudly.  I whipped my head around and met
Andrea's gaze.  She was blushing and I could tell she was excited from
watching Jennifer snack on my cock.

   "I won't tell," she said, grinning as I squirmed in embarrassment. 
"Thanks for letting me watch."

   "No problem," I said, shivering as Jennifer once again inhaled my entire
length down her throat.  Andrea watched in amazement as her teammate seemed
to swallow me whole.

   "Wow," she whispered, her eyes darting back and forth, from the front of
the bus to the back, and quickly down to my lap.

   Wanting to give Jennifer as much as she was giving me, I reached around
with my left hand and caught one breast in my palm, gently squeezing and
twisting at the sensitive flesh.  She moaned in approval as I lightly
circled her nipples, already tight and erect.

   Jennifer began squirming in the seat and I took the opportunity to shift
my other hand from around her waist and down around the perfect globes of
her ass.  She knew where I was going, and spread her legs, and I slipped a
finger down the crack of her ass, into the wet swamp of her pussy.

   She was slick and hot, whether from my touches or from the blowjob I
didn't know, but it was quick work before I had inserted my thumb into her
hot tunnel.  I was able to strum my other fingers over her clit, and soon
Jennifer was writhing on me, stroking my cock with her hand as he mouth
panted her arousal.

   "Oh God," she moaned lightly, turning her head to squeal into my stomach
as a tiny tremor hit her.  "So good," she hissed.

   Feeling a large orgasm close at hand, I sped up my motions, flicking
over the tiny button of her clit, now peaking up from the top of her wet
slit.  Her entire crotch was now in my hand, and I twisted and pulled on
her fat lips while she stroked frantically at my shaft.

   Andrea watched, her guard duties long forgotten, as I slipped on finger
back and grazed over the puckered bump of Jennifer's anus.  She froze for a
moment and I was able to push into her up to my first knuckle, when
suddenly she began thrashing around as she hit peak after peak of her
orgasm.

   She collapsed on top of me, and I saw Andrea mouth "wow" to me before
turning around to the front of the bus.

   I sat there, my cock still hard and an angry red, while Jennifer slowly
relaxed.  Finally she caught her breath and once again attacked my prick,
sucking on me furiously while I held on to the back of the seat in front of
us for support.

   I felt my blood begin boiling as my cum churned up toward my cock. 
Jennifer felt it too as she squeezed and fondled my balls, and suddenly I
saw stars and I exploded into her mouth.

   Jennifer was unable to keep me all in this time, and ended up coughing
up a large amount of my cum onto her chest and my lap as the bus hit
another bump.

   "Sorry," she said, wiping my sticky deposit from her lips.

   "I'm sorry," I said, laughing as Jennifer licked off each finger.  She
looked like a cat cleanings its fir.

   "What's funny?" she asked, annoyed at my giggles.

   "Nothing.  You just look like a cat."

   "A cat, huh?" she grinned, wiping a long strand of my cum from her
forearm.  "Close, I guess.  You can have this pussy any time you want," she
said as she leaned against me.

   We were both excited, and I know my heart was still beating rapidly as
the bus got closer to home.

   "Oh God," Jennifer moaned.  "I don't want to have to face Mom again."

   I smiled, knowing that things would probably change quite a bit after
the two had a chance to talk.  I had thought about telling her Mom's
secret, but decided Jennifer should hear it from her mom.

   "Don't worry about that," I said.  "I think things will be okay."

   "Why?"

   "Let's just say I have a good idea," I said mysteriously.

   "What do you know?" she demanded, but I just smiled, and Jennifer
finally gave up and went back to leaning against me as the bus pulled into
town.

   Our parents were waiting for us when we arrived at school, and gave us a
big round of hugs.

   As I was walking to the car, Dad pulled me aside.

   "Honey?" he called ahead to where Mom and Jennifer were standing.  "I
think Jason and I are going to run by the office, okay?" Mom and Dad had
driven separately and Jennifer was heading toward Mom's car while Dad and I
walked to his.

   "Can I come along too?" Samantha asked, running over to us.

   "Sure you can," he said, and the three of us climbed into his car.

   "What did you need at the office?" I asked.

   "Nothing.  I just thought we'd get some ice cream.  Sound good to you
guys?" he asked.

   "Yes," Samantha said quickly.

   "What?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

   "We wanted to give Jennifer a chance to talk with Mom by themselves,"
Samantha answered, giving me a smile.  "Plus we get ice cream."

   "Why couldn't they just talk at the ice cream place?" I said, before I
thought about what I was asking.

   "Because they're talking about..."

   "Got it," I interrupted before Samantha could finish.  "Did you guys
have a talk too?" I asked, curious as to how she was taking it.

   "Yeah.  That was pretty bad how that all happened," she said.

   "You okay with it?"

   "I guess.  It's weird, knowing that the guy I thought was my dad really
wasn't though.  It's like I shouldn't love him now."

   "That's not true," said Dad, looking over his shoulder to Samantha in
the back seat.  "He loved you very much.  I love you the same way.  You
aren't my daughter, but I love you just as much as if you were," he said.

   "I know.  I love you too," Samantha said, and I reached over to give her
a hug.

   We did stop for ice cream, but mainly we just drove around.  Samantha
and Dad had lots of questions about what happened after they left.  I told
a highly edited story of how Jennifer and I had a little fight, but we had
patched things up.

   "Are things okay?" Dad asked, suddenly concerned.

   "Yeah...  it wasn't a big deal," I said.  It wasn't but it could have
been, I wanted to say.  "We're fine."

   "Good.  Your mother and I are going out this evening," he said.  "We
thought you and Jennifer might want some time alone."

   "What about me?" Samantha said.  "Can't I stay at home?"

   "No, you'll come with us.  It'll be fun.  We're going shopping and out
for pizza."

   "But I want to stay with Jason and Jennifer," she whined.

   "Samantha, stop."

   "But they're just going to fool around...  I've seen that before," she
said, and I shot her a look, afraid of what she might say she'd seen.

   "Samantha, enough."

   "But I'm getting older," she said.

   "Not that old."

   Samantha finally gave up, and huffed in disappointment the rest of the
way home.  When we pulled into the driveway I climbed out and held the door
open for Mom, who had watched us pull up.

   "Have a good time tonight," I said as she got in beside Dad.

   "You too," she said, smiling up at me.

   I ran into the house and found Jennifer sitting on the couch, looking
through the same photo album I'd seen the day before.

   "Pretty heavy stuff," I said as I sat beside her.

   "You knew?" she asked, and I could see she'd been crying.

   "Yeah, since yesterday morning.  I wanted to tell you, I almost did on
the bus, but I thought you should hear it from Mom," I said.

   "I'm glad you waited," she sniffed.

   "How...  how are you?" I asked.  She shrugged helplessly.

   "I don't know.  I've been trying to think back, and I sometimes see a
face, but I don't remember my real dad."

   "Don't worry about that," I said.  "You were raised by a man who loves
you, and now my dad loves you like a father."

   "And now you love me too," she said, smiling at me.  I leaned over and
wrapped her in my arms and we sat on the couch, looking at black and white
photos of relatives Jennifer never knew she had.  Finally she closed the
book, setting it down on the floor.

   "Hold me?" she asked.

   "Always," I answered.
   The End