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 Carl and Beth Do Sex Ed in Middle School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: WARNING: CHAPTER 8 CONTAINS SOME MALE HOMOSEXUALITY.
Beth Naked in School was one of those occasions when everything fell into
place perfectly.  To maintain that quality has been slow going.  Good
writing is like that.  Sometimes it just takes time.  New readers, I
suggest you at least read Beth Naked in School.  Even better, read the
whole trilogy; in order, "Carl Naked in School", "Carl Naked in School -
Beth's Story", and "Beth Naked in School".
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   ------ Chapter 2



   Well, I heard the front door, noises in the kitchen, his footsteps on
the stairs, into his room, so I knew where he was.  I was ready to pounce
and he was about to hear from me about that!

   Do you know how hard it is to stomp effectively when you are barefoot?

   Very!

   But it has its advantages.  He didn't hear me coming and jumped like I'd
stuck him with a pin when I confronted him in his room.

   Well, maybe "confronted" is the wrong word, since he had his back to me.

   "Do you think I'm sexy?"

   And yeah, that was not exactly the opening salvo I had intended. 
Sometimes my mouth doesn't listen to my brain.  But the end result was
pretty satisfactory, all things considered.

   He practically jumped out of his skin!  Which, given that was all he had
on, was very rewarding.  He whirled around so fast his limp dick whip
lashed his groin and he almost choked on whatever he had in his mouth.

   Of course I was naked, too.  As soon as we get home we both always get
naked, because, well, we got used to it when he was doing his week Naked in
School, and it feels good.  And before you ask, yes, Mom does it, too.

   "Schlurrrrrp!  Mmmmmph!" He wiped drool off his chin with the back of
his hand.

   I found his incoherence very gratifying.

   "Whatcha got in your mouth?"

   "Ice," he mumbled.  "Shlluurrrrp!"

   "Why?" I asked.  "And do you think I'm sexy?" I repeated.

   I think for the first time I really understood what a deer in the
headlights looks like.  Then he screwed his face up, probably trying to get
the ice back where it was most needed.

   How the hell was he going to answer THAT one in a way that wouldn't make
things worse than they already were?  What does one say to a naked lady --
or younger sister, in this case -- when she asks a question like that?

   "Schlurrrrrp!  Mmmmmph!" He wiped his chin again.  "If you must know, I
chewed my cheek to ribbons trying to keep my dick down for the curtain
raiser on our sex ed class."

   "Nice job," I admitted, "but pay back is a bitch.  It serves you right
for humiliating me, hauling me up in front of the whole class, making me
strip naked."

   His face fell.  "I'm sorry.  Schlurrrrp!  Truthfully, I hadn't planned
on calling on you until, well, it just happened.  I figured you'd been
naked around me enough.  And what do you mean, humiliate you?"

   He SCHRLUURRRRRPed!  again, which was getting a little disgusting.

   "And speaking of payback," he went on, "you might remember you dragooned
me into facing an eager audience of your friends at your sleepover last
year.  Talk about humiliation!"

   I waved dismissively.  "Ancient history.  And don't try to tell me you
didn't enjoy that.  I was there, remember?  You beat your meat and loved
every minute of it."

   He sorta smiled lop-sidedly at the memory.  "Well, yeah, I can't deny
it, since Mr.  Happy fired a very fine salute, and very well deserved,
considering the display you and your friends put on.  Especially Mickey..."

   Oops, wrong thing to say.  "Mickey!  The Queen of Jiggle!  Beth has the
nerve to get Mickey of the Massive Mammaries up there to show me up for the
scrawny scarecrow I am."

   It doesn't really work to stamp a bare foot.  I was hopping mad but my
hops had no impact.  "But you're not answering my question!"

   "Uh, they really aren't all THAT massive," he alibied.

   "They are for an eleven year old!"

   "Twelve," he corrected.

   "Do -- you -- think -- I'm -- sexy?" I fired each word to hurt.

   "Uh...  ," he managed.

   Unhelpfully, Carl's too often eager dick drooped dolefully over his
balls.  Not that he usually got hard at the sight of me, but he sure could
have used its support at the moment.  Come to think of it, I didn't
remember the last time he'd had a hard on because of me.

   He looked like he was going down for the third time, but it was no
consolation.  I felt like I was about to cry.  "Never mind.  Forget I
asked."

   I tried to stamp my way back to my room and just shut him out, but he
followed me.  His hand stopped my slamming door with a meaty whack.

   Too bad.  Otherwise I might have broken his nose.

   I froze, hunching, folding my arms defensively over my flat chest.

   He gripped my shoulders, and I flinched, suddenly and unexpectedly very
conscious of my nudity, and his.  Mercifully, he didn't try to draw me
closer, and kept me from turning around, or I might have fallen into his
arms crying like baby.  Damn it, I haven't cried in ages, except at a mush
movie, maybe.

   I heard him desperately crunching away on the remaining ice as he tried
to thaw both his frozen tongue and brain.

   "I'm sorry.  I should have asked," he began tentatively.  "I just didn't
think."

   "Why did Beth have to pick Mickey?"

   Carl gave my shoulders a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  I have good
shoulders.  After all, I'm the fastest butter flyer in my age group.  Too
bad my pecks haven't expanded that way.  At least then I'd have something
to back up my nips.

   "Well, you've got to admit, Mickey was asking for it," he pointed out.

   "Yeah, and Beth handed it right to her.  Mickey is always asking for it.
She wears her chest like a fricken billboard.  But it kinda humiliated good
ol' Stick, don't ya think?"

   "Yeah," he agreed dolefully.  "And that bully Patterson didn't help. 
Don't worry.  We'll teach that twerp a lesson in humility somewhere along
the line."

   "Oh, I can handle that dork.  I've got the reach on that runt, both
physically and mentally.

   "But ...  do you think I'm sexy?"

   "I ...  you're my l ...  my sister," he stammered.

   "I don't see what that has to do with it!  Look at me as a girl, not
your sister.  Am I sexy?"

   He must have known I was near tears.  Deliberately, still holding my
shoulders, probably so I couldn't turn around to punch him, or pull away,
he looked at my reflection in the full length mirror on my closet door, the
Mia Hamm autographed photo intruding on one corner.

   In it I could see him, his dick still limp over his balls.  Like I say,
not a good time for Mr.  Happy to let him down.

   I saw him really look at me, and realized that we hadn't really looked
at each other, really SEEN each other in a long time, despite sharing the
house naked most of the time.  I was surprised to see I actually came up
past his shoulder.  When had that happened?

   His eyes tracked me from my mop of short, totally unmanageable, sun
bleached blond hair, my still girlish face with, admit it, a too strong
chin, nice freckled cheek bones.  My blue eyes were dark with anger and
frustration, and my lips insisted on pooching out over my braces, making me
look like a chimpanzee.

   I saw his eyes slide lower, my collar bone, my shoulders, my -- chest --
with its silly knobs, now flat with shame.

   Was that a twitch to his cock?  Was it -- erecting?  If that was the
right word?

   His cock stirred.

   It being the beginning of the school year, I was tanned to the edges of
my sleek one piece racing swim suit, a suit that fit like a coat of paint,
and which, by the end of the summer, because of my growth spurt, rode low
on the top (no big deal because I was no big deal up there) and up on the
sides enough to expose the wings of my hips.  It had a tendency to try to
ride up my crack, both fore and aft.

   So the top sketched a concave line a scant inch or so above my nipples,
exposing a LOT of chest!  The tan lines from flanks to crotch formed an
arrow, pointing down as if to say "Insert Here."

   In a suit like that, when I did get pubic hair, I was going to have to
trim it, perhaps shave it, like Beth.  I'm not much into pain, so a
Brazilian wax was NOT on the agenda, thank you.

   Unbidden, the thought came to me.  What if I asked Carl to help?

   Maybe he was having the same thought.  His cock lifted its head.

   And between my thighs, my slit, my pussy, with puffy lips still barren
of hair.  I realized I wasn't exactly standing very modestly.  My feet were
shoulder width apart, my hands at my sides.  I was hiding nothing.  But I
wasn't about to yield an inch by trying to cover up.

   His cock began to respond more eagerly, and he licked his lips
nervously.

   When he gently stroked my arms I shivered.  Impulsively I took one of
his hands and drew it to my chest, drawing him closer, pressing his palm
against my nipple.

   My nipple reacted, of course, and my pectoral, what there was of it,
contracted.

   "Nothing, right?" I asked woefully.  But Mr.  Happy contested that,
swelling and hardening.

   Carl's fingers toyed with my flesh, pinched my little nipple.  I knew I
was fishing for some support, and I wasn't ashamed to be doing it.  Not one
bit.

   "No, not nothing," he argued softly, his palm gently rubbing a nipple
that was suddenly all nerve ends.  "Anything but!"

   "I have feelings.  I have, what did you call them?  Erogenous zones?" I
pointed out plaintively.

   His cock rose further.  It actually scared me a little bit.  It looked
so big next to my skinny body.  It was reassuring, but intimidating.

   "Of course you do," he answered me softly.  I could feel the heat of his
bare skin he was so close to my body, his palm cupping my budding flesh
with its sensitive, responsive nipple, his cock stiffening eagerly next to
my tight ass.

   His hard on didn't care that I was his sister.

   "You're sexy.  You're beautiful!"

   "I'm skinny, and I don't have any tits." Without even thinking about it,
I turned and wrapped my arms around him, just wanting to be held.  Only his
cock got in the way, until it slid up between us so I could press against
him.  My tears stained his shoulder.

   He hesitated for a moment, and then his arms went around me and held me
close, skin to skin, touching from head to feet, no awkward pelvic tilt
trying to avoid intimate contact.

   So I was very much aware of his hard cock between us.  It was the
elephant in the room, or at least the trunk between us.

   He'd never held me like this before, both of us naked, him aroused.  It
felt so good.  I squirmed against him, relishing the feel of his skin
against my skin, my nipples scraping his almost hairless chest, his cock
squeezed between our bellies.

   "You're making me horny!" he confessed.

   "Me, too," I whispered.  Oh God, where was this going?

   "Ahem!"

   Oh shit!  I pulled away.  "Oh, mom ...  uh ...  hi." I could feel myself
turning bright red from head to toe.

   "Hi, mom." Carl was a lot more composed than I was, and probably more
than a little relieved by the interruption.  Even so, he had to be
embarrassed by his obvious arousal.  Still, he kept one arm around me, low
on my back.  I was glad not to lose that contact and actually leaned
against him a little.

   "Am I interrupting anything?" mom asked, an eyebrow raised, curious and
concerned, but not frowning, thank goodness.  She was still dressed in her
conservative work clothes, making me even more conscious of my nudity.

   "Uh, no," I answered uncomfortably.  I didn't know what to do with my
hands, since one of them, if I let it hang, bumped my brother's cock.  I
finally clasped them over my crotch.

   "Mmmm hmmmm." She had that "I'm not buying that for a minute" tone in
her voice.

   "Dee asked me if she was sexy," Carl explained.  Thank God he did not go
into what had happened in Sex Ed.  "I was trying to assure her that, while
she's my, uh, younger but not so little sister..." he emphasized the last
word.  "And that she's still young..." Again that emphasis, "that she is,
indeed, sexy.

   "And she obviously is," he went on, indicating his erection, still
holding me close against his side, his hand curled around my waist.  I was
real conscious of his little finger resting on the wing of my hip.

   "But I don't feel sexy." I whined!  Me!!  I never whine!  What was wrong
with me?

   "Why don't I feel sexy?  I'm skinny and ugly and ...  Who'd want to make
love to me?"

   "I would," Carl insisted stoutly, "but ...  you're my sister!"

   "I just wanna be loved!"

   "I do love you!" he argued.  "Just..."

   "I know, just not like THAT!" Okay, I snapped.

   "Yes, I do love you, JUST like that!" he argued.  He even grabbed his
hard cock, waving it at me.  "It's just that, well, you're my SISTER!  And
...  you're a virgin!  You're my virgin sister!  I'm just -- not the right
person..."

   We both looked at mom, for help or something, though what could she do?
What must she be thinking?  What a thing to face after coming home from a
hard day of work!

   But at least she didn't fly into a tizzy.  Probably any other mom would
have thrown a screaming fit.  Instead she just looked concerned and caring,
and loving, and thoughtful.

   Then she smiled a slow, warm, slightly wicked smile and she licked her
lips.  "Maybe there's a way, Carl.  Remember our little -- educational
session the morning of the prom?"

   "Uh huh!"

   I wondered what she was talking about.

   "Do you think, maybe something like that might be of any help?"

   Carl twitched, his cock reacting from the memory, I guess.  Something
sure must have happened!  I somehow had known something had happened around
that time.  But I didn't know exactly what.  All I knew was there was a
special warmth between him and mom the day after his prom date with Beth.

   "You think so?" he asked hopefully.

   "I'd say it's certainly worth a try, assuming the idea appeals to you,"
she answered.

   Let him what?  What was going to happen here?  I was suddenly really
scared!  But he still had his arm around me, and, if anything, he was
holding me even a little tighter.  "It does," he admitted in a strangled
voice.

   "And if she'll let you," she added.

   Would I let him what?  Something about the way he held me, and she
looked at me, had changed.  I know it's a silly cliché, but, well, the air
crackled, and it felt like all my hair was standing on end.

   "I'll deal with dinner.  You guys..." Mom left more unsaid.  "Just let
me know when you're hungry.  For food, that is.  I'll order in."

   She might as well have been speaking Chinese as far as I was concerned.
What was she talking about?

   She retreated, starting to close the door behind her, only to turn back,
a poorly suppressed smile on her lips, eyes twinkling.  "On second thought,
I think I'll be able to tell -- how things are going."

   The door closed softly behind her.

   "What was that all about?"

   I could see Carl's dick was harder than ever.

   "Come over here and sit down," he answered, guiding me to my bed with
its ruffled satin spread, the mound of stuffed animals at the head,
watching, Snoopy's tongue eagerly hanging out as if in anticipation. 
Anticipation of what?

   Carl sat me down, and sat beside me, close, our hips almost touching.

   Almost.

   He laced his fingers together close to his towering erection, an
erection that scared me it was so big and hard.

   What had I done?  I realized suddenly I may have really started
something I didn't want started.

   I was scared!  "Uh, I don't wanna..."

   "I know," he assured me gently.  "Neither do I.  Well, I do," he
admitted, indicating his eager cock, "But it wouldn't be right.  But I do
want to prove to you that I do think you're sexy, that you ARE sexy, and I
want to -- well, just make you feel good, and I want you to feel good about
yourself."

   He thought a moment.  I held my breath.

   "I want you to know that I do love you, and that, while you're my
sister, and only twelve years old...  ,"

   "Almost thirteen!"

   "Almost thirteen.  I want you to know that it is okay for you to have
the feelings you do.  It's all part of growing up."

   "But I..."

   "I know, you want to know if you're sexy.  You are, and I think I know a
way I can prove it to you, and give you an idea of just how good sexy can
feel."

   "But..."

   "Just go with me here, Dee.  Trust me.  You are maturing.  You're
feeling things you've never felt before.  It's like you're hungry but not
for food, for something else, but you don't know what it is -- or maybe you
do know but it scares you it hurts so good.  You're wondering about boys,
and what they want, and what you want.  What it's all about."

   "But..."

   He put a finger to my lips, which were suddenly really, really
sensitive!

   "And I want you to know how dearly I love you as my sister, and that I
also want to show you that you are a desirable young lady.  And I think now
is a good time for you to find out just what you are hungry for."

   "Uh..." I eyed his erection warily, more than a little fearfully.

   "I promise you, Mr.  Happy here is not going to be directly involved. 
And anytime you want me to stop, I will.  All you have to say is 'no'."

   He waited.  What did he want me to say?

   What did I want to say?  I felt like I was teetering on a cliff.  I was
so scared I was speechless.  A totally unfamiliar condition for me.

   "Uh..." I gulped, looking up at him, seeing only warmth, and caring, and
suppressed excitement.

   Something was sure going to happen, if I let it.  But what if I didn't
take the chance?

   Oh gosh, no.  I couldn't do that!  He'd think I was a wimp!

   "Okay," I whispered, looking up at him with the feeling that now I was
the one looking like a deer in the headlights.

   I mean, here I was, naked, sitting on my bed next to my naked brother,
who had a telephone pole sticking up from his lap.  There was even a
glistening bead of pre-cum right at the tip, a tiny magnifier making the
slit look like a canyon.

   It hurt to breathe.  My chest hurt, my heart was beating so fast and
hard.

   He looked a little scared himself.  What was he about to do?  I wanted
to know, and at the same time I didn't.

   Then, gently, he touched my chest -- my breast?  -- again, his thumb
stroking my nipple.  It was like it was a match that had been struck.  It
stiffened and swelled.

   "These will grow," he assured me softly.

   "Uh huh." I looked up and fell into the deep blue pools of his eyes and
got the feeling he was hypnotizing me.

   He bowed his head, and kissed me -- on the lips, very, very gently and
it was like a live wire had touched me.  His tongue touched my lips, and
without even thinking about it I let him in, even as I remembered my
heartfelt "Yuck!" when he'd first explained what a French kiss was.

   And never mind my braces.  If they didn't bother him they didn't bother
me!

   No "yuck" this time.  Oh my no.  It was delicious.  Oh my.

   He drew back and I was frozen, eyes closed, lips parted, waiting,
praying for him to come back.  And he did!  He kissed me again, more
deeply, and I just melted, or something.  My mouth opened wider.  I arched
against the hand toying with my tits, thumbing and pinching my awesomely
sensitive nipples.

   I was panting when we finally broke the kiss, my lips feeling bruised
and swollen.  Bending lower, he let his lips brush my swollen tit, closed
on it, sucking gently.

   Oh wow!  My whole body like -- burst into flame!

   "Oh, my gosh!  Are you gonna fuck me?  You can, if you wanna, I think,
maybe..." I was so scared and confused and excited I didn't know what I
wanted, only that I wanted something!

   "No," he assured me, drawing back to meet my eyes.  "But I am going to
-- well, I'd like to try to -- give you the pleasure your body is preparing
you to receive.  Just a taste.  But I'm not going to fuck you."

   "Oooookay."

   What was he talking about?

   I let him ease me down so I was lying on my back, my legs trailing over
the edge, feet on the floor.  I was all hot and squirmy inside.  I watched
as he came down toward me again, and kissed him back, letting my tongue
take the initiative this time.

   We breathed together, our breaths mingling, his scent filling my head.

   He nipped my nose!  Then licked my ear, sucked on the side of my neck,
and I moaned and felt like I was turning to Jell-O.  Then he moved lower,
to kiss my left nipple, suck on it, nip at it with his teeth.

   Wow!  I let out a yelp as I clutched at the bedspread, wriggling like an
eel as he nipped at my other tit.

   Oh God!  I prayed he'd not stop.  I wanted this, whatever it was that
was coming, in the worst way.

   He kissed his way down my body, his lips nibbling at me, raising goose
bumps, making me squirm, until he reached my belly button.

   His tongue tickled it and I erupted in a torrent of giggles, my whole
body bouncing on the bed, feet kicking and I hugged his head.

   Then he went lower and I moaned, realizing where he was headed.  He
licked my tummy, tasting me.  I combed my fingers through his short cropped
hair as I felt him shifting, his weight coming off the bed, while his
tongue still flicked low on my tummy, way below my belly button -- WAY
below it -- as he carefully slid around to kneel on the floor at my feet.

   His hands touched my knees, and I let him spread my legs.  For a moment
he paused, and I knew, I knew he was looking right at my -- my pussy!  I'd
never been so exposed before him that I could remember!

   I trembled.  His thumbs stroked above my slit, tracing the arch of my
pubic bone, and my hips rose reflexively.

   Then he kissed the insides of my thighs, first the left, then the right,
then the left again, the right, each kiss making the leg receiving it
twitch, spread wider, each kiss getting closer and closer to my sex.

   I'd lost my grip on his head and spread my arms wide, then tugged at my
own hair.

   He puffed warm breath on my pussy lips.

   "OH MY GOD!  You're going to..." I couldn't put words to it I was so
excited.

   "Yes," he assured me.  "Unless you say 'no'."

   He teased me, licking the groove where my thigh joined my body, first on
one side of my pussy, then the other, making me lurch and open my legs even
wider.

   "No -- I mean YES, yes, it's all right!  Yes, oh yes, please!  Ohmygosh!
What's happening to me?"

   His lips were almost brushing my pussy, and my pussy felt like it was
melting, swelling.

   "I am really gonna enjoy this," he assured me.  "And so will you."

   Starting slowly, he let his tongue brush up my outer lips, not parting
the slit, just stroking that never before tasted flesh between my thighs.

   I groaned, and reached down, my fingers touching the brink of my cleft,
not warning him away, nor opening it, just touching, assuring myself it was
still there.

   It was, it was, it was, and it was so ready!

   I felt him touch my labia, barely parting them.  "You smell delicious,"
he whispered.  "Good enough to eat."

   "Ooooohhhhhmygosh.  OooooooomyGOSH!"

   "Yum," Carl purred into my awakening pussy.

   "Do that again!"

   "What?  This?" He gently nuzzled his lips to my crotch, and hummed, and
the sound made my whole body resonate.

   "Oh yeah!" My hips rose as my fingers traced up along my naked body to
my tits, and I pinched my nipples, my head tossing as sparks flashed from
crotch to tits.

   "Mmmmm, yum!" he said again, his fingers gently spreading my cunt open.
His next lick stroked inside me, my inner petals, and my twat responded
with a happy gusher.  I whined all right, with ecstasy, my hips jumping,
reaching for him but missing when he backed off before moving back in.

   This time his tongue plowed a deeper furrow, parting my gash, teasing
the gate to my cunt before sweeping up to stroke my shy little clit.

   I went off like a fire cracker.  I'd masturbated of course, right there
in front of him at the sleepover.  But this was an eruption unlike anything
I'd ever felt before!

   "Oh, God, Carl, yes," I pleaded.  "Please, yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes."

   And he did as I asked, diving in, sweeping another lick up my crotch
until his lips captured the eager little berry of my clit.  For a moment he
nibbled at it, pressing against my pubis, and my hips were rising to greet
him.

   But he again drew back, returned, this time to explore the gate to my
cunt, his tongue slithering like a hot worm into that salivating, hungry
funnel, the gate to my innermost sex.

   "More?  You can, if you wanna..."

   But he didn't, of course.  He could have done anything he wanted to me,
but he didn't!

   Instead he stroked his tongue in and out of my cunt, probing as deep as
he could, lapping up my juices, before abandoning that to move up again to
the nerve center above it.  His lips closed on my clit and he sucked
gently, his tongue toying with my little berry, flicking at it until it
totally like burst into flame.

   I wailed, and then he slipped his finger inside me, deep inside me, and
I felt my cunt contract to grasp at it, embrace it, spasm around it.  He
kept tonguing my clit, and probing my depths, my hips pumping, my thighs
clamping around his ears while I tugged and twisted my nipples.

   And it went on, and on, and on, and he didn't stop until I couldn't take
any more and had to push him away.

   I sprawled on my back, legs spread like I was doing the frog kick,
aftershocks shuddering through me, until finally I could lift my head.  He
was back on his heels between my spread legs, his smiling face wet with my
juices.

   I let my head fall back, exhausted, as he slid up from the floor to lie
beside me, cuddling me, brushing the hair back off my sweating forehead. 
Gently he traced the spray of small freckles across my cheek, over the
bridge of my nose.

   I'd never felt so loved in my life.

   I looked over at him, and touched his face, his lips, feeling my juices,
gathering them from him.  I rubbed my fingers together, sniffed at the musk
that I never knew I could produce.

   Then, quite deliberately, I drew his head down and I kissed him, tasted
his lips, tasted myself on his lips.

   "In answer to your question," he assured me softly.  "Yes, you are
delicious.  And sexy!"

   "Oh - MY -GOD!  Really?"

   He nodded.  "Yes, really."

   "I mean, like, well, I'd diddled myself..."

   "I know.  Not the same, is it?"

   "Holy cow!  But, does that mean I'm really sexy?"

   "I wouldn't have done it if you weren't really sexy.  Feeling sexy is
one thing -- diddling yourself, for example.  But being sexy?  As in
attracting a boy?  Honest.  You are really, totally sexy.  Does that answer
your question?"

   "You're not just saying that?  This wasn't just a pity thing?"

   "NO, Dee," he answered firmly.  "Girls your age rarely know how sexy
they really are.  You are very sexy.  If you weren't sexy, I wouldn't have
wanted to do this.  Loving is special.  You're special.  And sexy isn't
just boobs and hair.  Sure, guys go for girls like Mickey, but once they've
had them there's no reason to stick with them.  Unless Mickey changes, she
won't have anything lasting.

   "Sexy is -- is your sparkle, your spunk, your courage and your
sweetness, your warmth, your generosity, your intelligence.  It is what you
are, inside.  The wrapping is window dressing.  It's what's inside that
counts.  Okay?"

   I nodded.

   He looked thoughtful, as if debating telling me something, but didn't.

   "Always know that I love you, as a brother, and love you for the person
you are in here." He laid his hand on my chest, my chest that didn't seem
so flat any more.

   "Yeah."

   "And that you are sexy.  I only do stuff like this with very sexy women
that I love, and I know that you will get even sexier as you grow up, but
as a brother, well, I just don't feel it would be right for us to, you
know. You need to find the right guy, but that will take time, and I
imagine some really interesting adventures.  But at least I can give you
this for now."

   "Will we, can we do it again sometime?"

   "Maybe.  I'd like to.  But you need to get to know other boys, too, to
let them into your life, and then, if you want, into your body, when it is
time."

   "I'm kinda tough, huh?" I knew I was all brash and had a take no
prisoners attitude.  But I just wasn't a girly girl like Mickey.

   He chuckled.  "You -- present a challenge, I'd say.  Give 'em a chance.
They're not all like Patterson, thank God."

   "I hope not!"

   He thought a moment.  "But don't make it too easy for 'em.  The one for
you is going to have to be strong enough to win you.  Not win you from some
other guy, or win you physically, but to win your heart and mind and soul.
He'll be the one who will keep trying until you're convinced he's the one."

   I thought that over.  Already I'd come to the conclusion that the guy
who was first was not likely to be the only, and that the last would be ...
something I couldn't put words to.  But that was yet to come.  Then I had
another thought.  "Where'd you learn to do that, anyway?  Oh, duh!  From
Beth, I bet."

   Carl looked uncomfortable, and it was like a light went on in my head,
remembering what mom had said, and putting pieces together from that day
after the prom, and I caught my breath.  "From mom?"

   The strictest rule in this family was to always tell the truth.  I could
see him wrestling with himself before Carl nodded.  "This must stay within
the family.  Promise your life on it."

   In this family promises are as sacred as deals, and deals were never
broken.  I nodded solemnly.

   "You heard about the nice things Beth did for me during my week in The
Program?" he reminded me.  "Giving me relief?"

   I nodded.  I'd heard about it.  I still marveled at how sweet innocent,
demure Beth Finch had let his cum spatter her blouse and skirt, and worn it
proudly all day.

   Carl looked a little embarrassed.  "Well, I wanted to know what I could
do for Beth."

   I nodded, beginning to feel like a bobble headed doll.  "Uh huh."

   "So mom -- showed me."

   "She showed you!" My voice rose to a squeak.

   Carl chuckled.  "You might say she gave me a taste for it, in fact."

   "O!  M!  G!" I put my hand on Carl's cheek, raised up and gave him
another tender kiss.  "She taught you well."

   "Thanks.  I've never done it with her again.  Probably never will, but
that's okay.  I'd say it was the finest gift she ever gave me."

   "I'll say!  And you just passed it forward to me!  Thank you!" I kissed
him again, then giggled when I thought about it.  "But I bet she enjoyed
the giving as much as you did."

   "I'm glad to say she seemed to," he agreed.

   I thought for a minute.  I mean, how many moms would do what she'd done
for Carl, and then even suggest...  "She's pretty cool, isn't she."

   "She's the best," Carl answered very seriously and firmly, in that
no-nonsense tone he used when he was being like the man of the house.  "And
don't you ever forget it.

   "Like Beth and I said in class, your hormones are kicking up a storm, so
hold on to that thought about mom, no matter what, because sometimes she'll
embarrass you to death, and sometimes you'll think you hate her.

   "But she loves you, and you mustn't ever forget that.  She's your life
preserver.  You can talk to her, and she listens, and try to listen when
she talks.  She makes sense, and what she does she does for you."

   "I will."

   But another thing had been puzzling me.  After all this, I decided maybe
I could ask him.  "Do you know why I'm in your class?"

   He nodded.  "I do, but I can't tell you."

   "But..."

   He put his finger to my lips, my still sensitive lips -- the ones on my
mouth, dummy!  "I can't tell you, and that's all I can say."

   "Oh.  That's frustrating."

   "Isn't it, though," he agreed.  But I knew better than to try to press
him.  He'd made someone a promise, and that was that.  Like I said,
promises are sacred.

   He kissed my forehead gently, then sat up.  "Now.  How about some
supper? You hungry?"

   "But what about..." I gestured, and then realized his prick had withered
once again.

   "It's fine," he assured me with a smile.  "Beth and I ...  well, I
didn't come straight home after school.  I'm fine.  How about supper. 
Hungry?"

   "Starving!" I felt so much older all of a sudden.

   "Me, too.  Let's go see what mom has for us.  I bet it's pizza." He
stood up and took my hand to help me up.

   "I bet it's Chinese!" I looked down at myself.  "But, maybe we should
clean up a little?"

   "I guess." He opened the door and led me down to the bathroom, where I
washed his face, and he tenderly mopped up the juices on my crotch and
thighs with the same warm washcloth.

   "I bet pizza," he challenged as he hung up the wash rag.

   "Chinese."

   "Loser does the dishes?" he asked.  We high fived.

   "Beat you to the table!" I made a break for it, dashing down the hall,
my bare feet drumming on the carpet, Carl right behind me.

   Mom was as naked as we were and I dashed into her open arms, and she
gathering Carl right in with me.

   "Thanks mom," I whispered to her.

   "Yeah," Carl agreed.  "Thanks, mom."

   Then the doorbell rang, and before Carl could react I grabbed the money
off the sideboard and went to get our supper, sexily naked for the delivery
boy as I did.  His jaw dropped, his Adam's apple bobbed, his dark eyes
widened, and he dropped the change.  He kept looking up at my naked pussy
as he fumbled it up.

   "Thanks," I told him as I took supper (Chinese!) and gave him the change
back.

   "No, thank you!" he said with just hint of oriental accent, and a
devilishly beautiful smile.

   I gave him a flirty wave.  "You're welcome!"

   "We may have unleashed a monster," mom observed with a smile.  "I hope
you didn't spoil your appetites."

   "Anything but!" Carl and I chorused.

   Mom laughed.

   Carl wound up doing the dishes, but I helped dry, managing to bump
against him every chance I got.