BOY FLAVOR, GIRL FLAVOR
by Zachyboy
(t/b, b/g, oral, anal, incest)

I'm David, and my little brother is Noah. I'm 16 and he's 12. He tastes
like cinnamon sugar.

Noah's a blond boy -- a striking contrast to my own dark hair. Mine was
lighter too at his age, but it darkened as I entered puberty and my body
decided to take off in its own random directions.

I was proud of my brown hair and my matching brown pubes. Whoops, just lost
half the guys who tuned in on Nifty...I just said the "P" word. Sorry. I'll
try not to let them get in the way. Mine are no big deal, anyway. Nothing
more than any of the other guys I eye-up down in the locker room, lustfully
and secretly.  I'm comfortably equal.  Normal.  No cause for developmental
alarm, but no cause for cocky showing-off either.  I have what they
have. Noah has none.

There we go, no pubes on Noah. Those Nifty guys who were about to leave? We
just got their attention back.

Noah is lighter, softer -- downy hair on his arms and legs, but nothing at
all on his pubic mound yet, and if you do strain your eyes, even the dust
of down is nearly invisible -- his body just entering that delicious,
mysterious stage between boyhood, tween and teen.

I always though Noah was cute, but I sort of left him alone. A grab here, a
mutal jack-off there, but nothing major. I knew he was an attractive boy --
no, actually a pretty boy -- with light blue eyes and fair, soft skin.  It
was the kind of skin that glows a youthful perfection, unblemished and
creamy -- shining sweet in any light.  The kind I would have wanted to
explore all night if he hadn't been my brother.

I was well aware of my own impending homosexuality -- something I viewed
with a curious mix of unfazed tingling and dooming eventuality.  I wasn't
quite sure I wanted to be gay at 16, but I knew my sailboat was headed
toward that particular shore, and unless the wind changed drastically,
there wasn't much I could do but lay out on the deck, look at the boys in
the locker room and enjoy the waves.

"Hey, Davey," Noah said, smiling slyly.  "I learned something from this
girl in school today.  Wanna see it?"

I looked up from my Kindle where I was working on a book report for
English. Bored out of my mind. The Great Fucking Gatsby, who was somewhat
less than great.

He was standing in my doorway in shorts and a t-shirt.  I think he was
already hard, but I couldn't tell from a distance.  He'd jacked off in
front of me before, him out in the open, me under the covers, so I knew it
was possible.  I used to peek my head in his door at night, passing in the
hall on my way to the bathroom. I stole secret glances and watched him
writhing in his own self-delight, smiling at the memories of my own,
earlier, erotic discoveries.  When Noah jacked off, he liked do it with his
ass propped up on a pillow. Arched. Eager. He did it slow. Way slower than
I did.

I didn't think much of it then. I was trying not to think too much of it
now.

His sweet, perfectly shaped toes scrunched into the carpet as he stood
there in my doorway, waiting for an answer.  I powered-off my Kindle and
turned to him, giving him my full attention.

"Sure," I shrugged.  "Whadja learn, kiddo?"

"Butterfly kisses," he giggled.  "Want one?"

I smiled.  "As long as it doesn't fucking hurt."

He laughed and came over to my chair. He climbed up on my lap, straddling
me, and threw his arms around my neck, giving me a hug.  I wasn't shocked
by it.  Noah was affectionate.  Not yet old enough to be shy about sitting
on his brother's lap and showing his closeness. He was only a kid. Kids
hug.

"I won't hurt you, Davey," he grinned. "Trust me."

That I did.

"Okay," he giggled. "I'm gonna butterfly kiss you.  All you have to do is
relax and close your eyes."

I did.  Half amused.  Half bored in that patient, just-get-it-over-with
older brother way.  I wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do.  I didn't
quite trust myself to react the right way.

As soon as he saw that my eyes were closed, he nuzzled my neck slightly
with the top of his head.  The reaction was instantaneous.  His hair
against my neck sent a surge of blood to my groin, and half-embarrassed, I
could feel myself beginning to get hard under his childish weight.  His ass
was on my lap -- sharp bones almost digging into my legs.  Under different
circumstances it would have been painful.  At this particular moment, as I
breathed in and smelled his wonderful, clean hair, all I could feel was
arousal.

"Now," he said simply.  "Check this out."

He raised his head to my face and rested his right eye on my
cheek. Lightly, with a feather touch, he began flickering his eyelash up
and down at frantic speed, sending a burst of tickles all the way up my
spine -- my nerve endings flailing wildly to keep up with the sudden burst
of sensory input.  It was a sweet, soft, fluttering feeling -- not hard
enough to be uncomfortable -- but just enough to arouse me to a level I
hadn't been expecting.  I sighed and shivered.  He laughed.

"That's butterfly kisses," he explained proudly, hugging me again.

"Wow," I said.  "That felt really cool."

"It made you get hard," he giggled.

"Yeah," I blushed.  "If you keep that up, you're gonna have to leave so I
can jack off."

He did it again...fluttering eyelashes sweeping across my cheeks...my
forehead... my chin...the top of my eyelids.

He squirmed on my lap and felt my hard cock pressing between his ass
cheeks.

"Mmmm," he smiled.  "You are getting hard. Wanna do stuff?"

I was trapped between brotherly sensibility and erotic longing.  So, I
wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

"Maybe that's enough butterfly kisses for one day," I smiled weakly.  "Any
more of those and I'm going to cum on the carpet."

He looked at me and smiled.

"Why waste it on the carpet?" he shrugged innocently. "Let's get our
shivers!"

Before I could stop him, he was off my lap, kneeling between my knees and
rubbing my dick through my shorts.

"Oh my God," I gasped as his hand began stroking my cock through the silky
fabric.  "What are you doing?"

"Shhhhh," he insisted, as he reached for the elastic of my waistband and
tugged my shorts and underwear off. "I wanna get my shivers."

He buried his face in my pubic hair and began breathing in....a soft,
gentle nuzzling that sent me to full hardness, if I wasn't already there
before.

I reached for his small head and caressed his hair, running my fingers up
and down across his tiny ears as his mouth came closer to the tip of my
straining cock.  With surprising skill, he wrapped his lips around me and
began to suck...something I sure as hell thought about doing at 12, but
never experienced.

His mouth was wet.  Well lubricated.  He took me into his throat almost
instantly, and entirely forgetting he was my brother, I groaned and lurched
forward, pushing myself into him.  He gagged.  Coughed a little. Reached up
and started stroking my chest.  But he didn't stop.  His mouth continued to
take me in. Sweetly, slowly.  Very, impossibly deeply.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that -- Noah on his knees, sucking me up
and down -- me leaning back on the chair, moaning and blissful.

Suddenly, we were on my bed -- I don't know how -- but in minutes -- there
we were, head to toe, and I was taking his little cocklet in my mouth.

It was instantly...DIFFERENT.

Gritty.

No, sweet!

Cinnamon!

"Noah," I gasped, licking his cock. "What is this?"

"Cinnamon sugar," he giggled, licking back. "I dipped it for you. I dipped
my cock in cinnamon sugar."

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh, God you taste good."

I moaned again. He pushed forward. I gulped his dickie to the root, the
sweetness, the cinnamon making me moan. Making me salivate deep in the back
of my toungue, underneath. He tasted so good. Even when the flavor wore
off. He tasted so good. He was gonna get his fucking little shivers all
right. And so was I.

I shoved my cock forward into his hot wet mouth. I grabbed his ass and he
grabbed mine. We were full-out face fucking, sixty-nining, engulfing each
other, twisting and pushing, eager to please each other, enjoying the
unexpected heat of each others' eager lips.

Cinnamon sugar. I'll never forget it. His dick was so sweet. Rock hard.  As
eager as mine.

My hands needed more. My finger needed entry. I kneaded his butt cheeks,
and came to rest at the small hole between them.  My finger prodded out and
ran slow circles around the entrance of his tiny, sweet starfish. I lubed
it with spit.  I twirled it around his entrance. Began gently prodding,
pushing it into him.  He groaned.  Pushed up against it, wanting more.  I
was amazed at his hunger.

"Wanna fuck me?" he asked simply.  "I really want it bad."

"Oh, yes," I moaned.  I was so hard.  So hot.  So eager for him.

He raised himself up and straddled my stomach.  I was in heaven,
anticipating.

Leaning down, he kissed my lips.  A sweet tongue kiss, full of unexplored
passion.  His mouth was sweet.  It tasted like sugar.  Like Kool-Aid. Like
a million different boy things.  I wanted to consume him.

He slid into position.

Spitting on his hand, he covered his hole with wetness.  He did the same to
my dick and poised himself over the top of me.

"Davey," he moaned, sliding down slowly on my dick, engulfing it sweetly in
his tight, young hole.  All around me, there was nothing but warmth and
tightness and the sweet, sweaty smell of his shaking, eager body.  A drop
of sweat trickled from his forehead and ran down the side of his cheek.  I
reached up, brushed it from his face with my index finger, and with closed
eyes, brought it to my lips and tasted it.  Salt.  Beautiful, sweet boy
salt.  It danced on my taste buds and made me harder.  Made me push up into
him, burying myself full in his stretching, tight channel.

With no embarrassment or hesitation, he cried out, "Mmmm, owww...good!"

I watched the strained look on his face.  I knew I was hurting him.  But I
knew it was a good hurt.  I could tell by the way that he moved on me, he
wanted more.

I pressed forward.  He began riding me, sliding slowly up and down my
spit-slickened pole, sending waves of vibration down the length of my
spine.  I reached out and grabbed his ass and guided him up and down,
squeezing and kneading his soft, white cheeks -- pulling him down on my
dick -- filling him to the limit of my ability.  He was so hot inside. His
eyes were closed. He shook with every inward thrust I made.

His whispers were soft, erratic.

"You're fucking me," he moaned sweetly.  "It feels so good, Davey.  Fuck me
more.  Fuck me faster."

I shoved up.  Grabbing his ass and guiding him, I slid my cock in and out
of his virgin hole, watching him shake, listening to him whimper, amazed
that he was taking me.

"Shoot your cum in me," he begged.  "I've seen you cum.  Put it in me. Give
me your shivers. Put 'em way up deep inside of me."

I was lost.  I thrust into him wildly, bucking my hips in a rapid, jerking
pace.  Past the point of no return, I grabbed his ass, pulled him down as
far as he could go, and shot my load of sticky, hot cum, deep into his
bowels.  His whole body twitched -- tensed -- his ass muscles clenched,
sucking my juice deep inside of him.

I laid there panting as he twisted and writhed on my still-hard cock,
jacking himself furiously as he rubbed my dick against his prostate.

"Fucking you, fucking you..." he gasped in amazement, as his whole body
locked into an unbelievable shudder.  I watched in awe as a thin trickle of
semen shot from his dick and landed on my stomach.  I reached down and
captured it with my hand.  I pressed it to his lips, and eyes still closed
and moaning, he sucked it from my fingers.

"Shivers," he panted. "Got my shivers."

He collapsed on my chest and I held him -- stroking his soft back with my
fingertips, listening to him breathe heavily into my neck, already near
sleep.

I rolled him over me and held him, side by side.

Resting my eye on his cheek, I butterfly kissed him as he slipped into
instant slumber, his young hands around my neck, sighing, breathing,
sleeping sweetly.

My cinnamon baby boychild.  My Noah.  My brother.

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I'm Noah, and my little sister is Becca. I'm 12 and she's 8. She tastes
like grape jelly.

Becca doesn't have any pussy hairs yet, but that's okay, cuz I don't have
any cock hairs either. We're both baldies and we like it that way.

Sometimes I come into Becca's room when everybody else is busy with their
own stuff.

Sometimes after Davey fucks me, I come into Becca's room and I fuck her
pussy.

Sometimes when you get fucked sometimes, you just want to fuck back.

Becca likes it.

She giggles when I fuck her.

One time she was laying on her bed with nothing but a t-shirt on. She likes
to go in Davey's drawer and steal his big t-shirts and she wears them down
to her knees, like pajama shirts. This one had minions on it. Her sweet
little pussy was hiding under minions.

"Oh, Becca," I teased her. "I brought something for you."

"What?" she giggled, lifting up her t-shirt and showing me her titty bumps.

"I brought the grape jelly," I smiled, bringing it out from behind my back.

She giggled and laid down on her back and pulled up her t-shirt and spread
her legs apart.

I locked her door and I took off my pants. My cock was already hard.

I smeared grape jelly all over my cock and I got on top of her and
straddled over her face.

She ate it off and I moaned and I grabbed her hair. But not hard.

"Want some more?" I whispered, but my voice was kind of groan. I hoped she
wanted more.

My cock was really hard, and I hoped she wanted more.

She nodded, and I smeared a lot on me this time. I smeared it on my cock
and my balls and she ate it all off.

Then I put some on her.

First on her titties. And she giggled and I licked it. Then I sucked it all
off and it made her titty bumps hard.

Then I took a great big scoop on my finger.

"Where should I put this, Becca?" I teased her.

She shrugged her shoulders and kinda made the blushing-face.

"You want it in a special place?" I teased.

"Okay," she giggled, grinding her crotch up into my tummy.

"Where?" I said, making her say it.

"My pussy," she whispered.

"Your pussy?" I repeated, just barely touching her. Just barely rubbing her
with it.

"Please," she whispered. "My pussy wants the jelly."

"Okay," I said, and my voice was kind of a moan again.

And I pushed my finger and a big gob of grape jelly in her pussy hole.

It was tight in there. And hot. And sticky. And I pushed my finger in and
out, around in little circles while her hips pushed back and her eyes
rolled back and her mouth came open.

I put my tongue in her mouth. We kissed with tongues.

She pushed against my finger. She made little panting noises. Whimpery
noises like a little grape puppy.

"Gonna eat all the jelly now, Becca," I whispered in her ear.

"Okay," she whispered. And now it was her turn to make the moaning noise.

I put my face down in her pussy, and I spread her legs apart and I ate all
the jelly out.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me down. Pulled me tight. And smashed her
pussy up against me.

She made lots of whimper noises then. Lots of twisty, pussy whimper noises.

She got her shivers twice. Once when I licked that bump on top of her pussy
and once when I put some jelly in her butt.

She got her shivers twice in a row.

I stuck my tongue in as far as I could go. I licked and I sucked and I got
lots of jelly.

I licked it out of her pussy and I licked it out of her butt.

She tasted real good. Like jelly and pussy and butt and Becca.

I put more jelly on my cock and I climbed up and stuck it inside her pussy.

She made a sound like sucking in air, really fast. She made her moaning
sound again.

She was so hot in there. So hot. So sticky.

She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me into her.

I fucked her in and out as much as I could. She was wet and sticky, and we
grape got everywhere.

She panted. She whimpered. I fucked her really fast like a jack rabbit. I
sucked on her titties.

"Gonna cum in you," I grunted. "Gonna cum in your sticky jelly pussy."

"Cum, cum," she whispered, grabbing me. She pulled my ass down really
hard. She pushed up with her hips as hard as she could.

I came in her pussy. Her sticky grape jelly pussy.

"NNNNGGGH!" I grunted. And I was shaking like crazy. I got my shivers
really hard.

And she got her shivers again too.

"I love your fucking jelly pussy," I whispered. "I love the way your jelly
cunt tastes."

She giggled at the dirty word.

I let her rest and I fucked her again.

My sticky baby jelly girl.  My Becca. My sister.

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I'm Rebecca, and my little brother is Jacob. I'm 8 and he's 4. He tastes
like a cherry Dum-Dum sucker.

And you'll never guess where I found it.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com