Author: wolfcub
Title: Little Brother
Summary: A teen-aged girl helps her pre-teen brother deal with his 
concerns about his small penis.
Keywords: fb bg+ 1st inc preg?

"Is my penis small?" my eleven-year-old brother, Nicholas, shouted at 
me as I walked past the open door of his bedroom. The question pulled 
me back to the doorway. He was sitting on his bean bag 
chair--completely starkers--with his legs spread, holding his stiff 
little penis with both hands, and staring at it intently.

I, myself, was wearing only a pair of panties. Our family's very casual 
about clothing around the house, and it wasn't the first time my 
brother had seen my recently-budded breasts. (At fourteen, I was a late 
bloomer.) Nor was it the first time I had seen him naked. It was rare 
that he wore more than a pair of shorts around the house, and he 
usually didn't bother with those.

My little brother's cute. Well, everyone's little brother is cute, but 
my little brother is really cute. Professionally cute. He's a model. 
He's been modeling since he was a baby. I don't know if modeling made 
him comfortable with his body or if being comfortable with his body 
makes him a good model, but he has no qualms about being seen in 
various stages of undress--by anyone.

I've been on photo shoots with him, and he always changes clothes right 
out in front of the photographer and anyone else who happens to be 
there--even girls his age. He's modeled swimsuits and underwear, and 
I've seen him shuck one pair and don the next without batting an eye, 
not caring who catches a glimpse of his naked butt or his jiggling boy 
parts.

When he was nine, he did a photo shoot for those diapers for older kids 
who still wet the bed. Imagine if anytime the kids at school--girls 
included--went to Walmart, they could see a picture of you wearing a 
diaper--and nothing else but a smile. It doesn't faze my brother in the 
least.

I don't know if there's anything that embarrasses Nicholas, which is 
why the question caught me off guard. I wasn't surprised that he'd just 
shout out a question like that--his thoughts had a direct line to his 
mouth, and he often said things that embarrassed those around him--I 
was surprised that he'd care.

"Who cares how big your penis is?" I knew about boys and their fixation 
with penis size, but Nicholas was just eleven.

"That's the problem: it's not big."

"It's not supposed to be big. You're just a little boy. You're supposed 
to have a little penis."

"I'm not a little boy! I'm eleven years old!"

"I didn't mean it that way. You haven't started puberty, yet. It'll get 
bigger once you do."

Nicholas looked pathetic. I love my little brother, and it made me sad 
to see him worrying about something so silly. I walked over to him. He 
shifted his position so that I could squeeze next to him on the bean 
bag. I put my arm around him, and he cuddled up close to me like he 
used to do when he was really little.

"Why this sudden concern about the size of your penis?"

"I saw the drawings, yesterday."

A few months ago, my brother did an interesting photo shoot. It was the 
first time he had modeled nude since he was a toddler. Someone was 
working on a puberty book. It was going to be illustrated with 
drawings, but the artist wanted some live shots for reference. At the 
time, it was just another job. Like I said, my brother doesn't care who 
sees him naked.

"So? What's the big deal?"

"There's a drawing of a bunch of boys standing side by side showing how 
boys come in different sizes. I'm the smallest one."

"That's weird. You're not short. In fact, you're a little taller than 
most boys your age."

"No! Not the *shortest* boy; the *smallest* boy. The way the artist 
drew me, you have to look closely to tell I'm a boy."

"Oh. Don't take it personally. He had to draw one of the boys with a 
small penis. So he happened to pick you. So what?"

"Am I really that small?"

To be honest, I haven't seen very many naked boys. I've seen a few 
babies and toddlers, and I've seen a few thirteen- and 
fourteen-year-old boys, but my brother is about the only 5- to 
12-year-old boy I've ever seen naked--at least from the front--so I 
really didn't know how big a boy his age should be. Of course, I've 
seen our dad naked a lot (remember, we're a casual family), but I just 
assumed boys were small, and men were big, and a boy's parts just grew 
up with the rest of him.

"Talk to Dad. I'm sure he'll tell you that you're just the right size 
for a boy your age, and you'll get bigger once you start puberty."

"I don't wanna talk to Dad."

That was surprising. We talked to our parents about everything, and 
nothing embarrassed Nicholas (or so I thought), so why wouldn't he want 
to talk to our dad about this? There had to be something else, but I 
knew better than to just ask Nicholas straight out. Instead, I gave him 
a hug and a kiss on the forehead and told him that there was nothing 
wrong with him, then I left to find something for breakfast.

Curiosity got the better of me, so after breakfast, I decided to find 
out just how big an eleven-year-old boy should be. I was thoroughly 
surprised by how easy it was to find pictures of naked boys on the 
Internet. (I was never into that the way some of my girlfriends were.) 

Babies, toddlers, and pre-schoolers were the most common, followed by 
older teens, but it didn't take long to find quite a few pictures of 
boys who looked to be my brother's age. What I learned was that my 
brother was, in fact, small. Really small.

There was one picture of a group of naked boys, who appeared to be 
about eight years old, showering together after a soccer game. (There 
were other pictures of them in soccer kit and varies stages of undress 
in the locker room.) All of them had a penis that either hung down 
slightly or curved gently away from their bodies--unlike my brother, 
who just had a little nub when he wasn't sporting a stiffy.

I was thinking about how adorable they looked when I became aware of 
someone standing behind me. I turned to find my brother staring at the 
same picture I was.

"Don't you knock anymore?"

"The door was open!" he replied, not taking his eyes off the computer 
screen until I minimized the window. "What are you doing looking at 
pictures of naked boys?"

"Keep your voice down! I was just looking up some information to show 
you that there's nothing wrong with you--or your boy parts."

"Mom and Dad went shopping, and Samantha left early." (Samantha was our 
16-year-old sister.) "Lemme see that picture, again!"

It really wasn't the picture I wanted to show my brother, but I opened 
the window, again, anyway. I was hoping to find a bunch of boys his 
size to show him, but I hadn't found any his age. Nicholas clutched at 
his penis, transfixed by the photo. After a moment, he said, "See? 
They're all bigger than me--and they're younger than I am!"

"I found something that said a boy's penis doesn't grow much from the 
time he's born until the time he starts puberty. I think they just look 
bigger because the boys' bodies are smaller. I saw something else that 
said that anything around 2 or 3 inches is normal."

Nicholas let go of his penis, which was now quite stiff, and mumbled, 
"I don't think mine's that big."

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a ruler. I put my left hand 
under my brother's penis to support it, then laid the ruler on top. (My 
brother was okay with me touching his penis. Until I was eight, we used 
to bathe together, and I used to like to wash his penis for him. I 
still enjoy giving his boy parts the occasional playful squeeze--the 
way you'd muss a little boy's hair when you're playing around with 
him.) Nicholas and I carefully examined the ruler. The tip of his erect 
penis was just poking out of his foreskin and fell about an eighth of 
an inch short of two inches. "See?" I tried to sound encouraging, 
"About two inches: just like it should be."

Nicholas didn't buy it. "It's less than two inches, and even so, that 
means I'm smaller than everyone else."

"You're not smaller than everyone else. It just means that you're among 
all the boys your age who have a smaller penis." I put a finger on the 
3-inch mark. "See? Three inches isn't that much bigger than two, so 
you're not really much smaller than boys your age who are big. Why do 
you care, anyway?"

The look on my brother's face changed from dejected to uncomfortable.

"Tell me," I demanded. Nicholas remained silent. I put the ruler back 
in the drawer, put my hands on Nicholas' hips, and pulled him close to 
me. "Tell me!"

Nicholas blushed. My little brother--who I thought was immune to 
embarrassment--actually blushed! I softened my tone. "What's got you so 
worried about the size of your penis?"

"Do you think it's big enough to...you know..."

"What?" I asked, innocently, then my brother's expression helped me 
make the connection. "Oh, that! You don't have to worry about that for 
years. By then, you'll be plenty big enough."

Nicholas look down, sheepishly.

"Wait a minute! You're only eleven! You're not thinking about doing it 
with some girl, are you?" But the look on his face told me that he was 
thinking about it--and not just in the abstract: there was a particular 
girl, and he had had a conversation about it with her; otherwise, he 
wouldn't be so worried about his penis size. "You're too young to be 
doing that! You're too young to even be talking to a girl about that!"

"A girl asked me."

"Who?"

"Emily."

"That cute red-head you drool over every time you see her?"

"I don't drool!"

"Just about!" Emily was on the swim team with Nicholas. Nicholas has 
the perfect Speedo-boy body, so I really wasn't surprised that the 
girls were chasing him--but I couldn't believe one of them had asked 
him about sex. "Are you sure Emily wants to have sex with you? Maybe 
she just likes you, and you misunderstood something she said."

"No! We've been making out at practice for a few weeks, now."

"How?" I interrupted.

"The coach doesn't watch us all the time. We sneak off to get a drink 
or use the restroom, then we find someplace to hide while we make out. 
She's a good kisser--and she says I am, too!"

"How would you know if a girl's a good kisser? Have you kissed many 
girls?"

Nicholas blushed, again. "No," he answered, sullenly, "But she does 
kiss good!"

"So maybe she just asked you to find some place where you two could 
kiss without worrying about getting caught, and you misunderstood." I 
couldn't believe my little brother was making out with a girl--much 
less talking with her about having sex.

"No! She said I looked good in my swimsuit. She said I have a cute 
butt!" Nicholas giggled.

"You do have a cute butt." Nicholas giggled, again.

"She said she bet I had a cute wiener, too, and she wanted to see it."

"Did you show it to her?"

"No! But she said, if I did, she'd show me her cunny--and she'd let me 
stick my wiener in it!"

Cunny and wiener must have been Emily's words. Our parents have always 
used the proper words for things from the time we were little, so we 
did too. Samantha and I actually got teased about it by the other kids 
at school, but we weren't bothered by it, and I couldn't see Nicholas 
being bothered by it, either.

"She started talking about where and when we could do it, but then some 
other kids showed up, and we had to get back to practice."

"So, are you going to do it?"

"I want to, but I'm afraid it's too small to go inside her, then she'll 
tell everyone that she tried to do it with me, but I couldn't because 
I'm too small."

"You're too young. Just tell her you like her, but you're too young to 
have sex with a girl."

"Have you done it yet?"

"No." I wasn't embarrassed to tell my brother I was a virgin. It's 
personal, but he and I share personal stuff all the time. "I've given 
some hand jobs--and a few blow jobs--but I've never had real sex."

Nicholas gave me a puzzled look.

"I've rubbed some boys' penises, and I've sucked on some, too."

Nicholas laughed. "You've given a boy oral sex?"

"Yes! A few boys, in fact. What's so funny about that?"

Nicholas just laughed, again. He didn't ask about Samantha because we 
both knew that she and her current boyfriend were going at it like 
rabbits.

"Nicholas, you don't have to be in a hurry to have sex. Just enjoy 
making out with Emily, and if you both want something more, maybe you 
could go down on her, and she might do the same for you."

"Go down on her?"

"Give her oral sex."

"I don't know how to do that," he said, quietly.

"You don't know how to do the other thing, either, but you're thinking 
about that."

"I know where my penis goes, and I know I'm supposed to rub it around, 
or something, but I don't know what to do once I get my mouth near her 
vagina."

"Just explore it with your tongue. Poke around. You can tell by Emily's 
reactions what she likes and doesn't like. Just try everything you can 
think of, and repeat the things she likes."

"Can I try it on you?"

Wow! That caught me off guard! Talking about sex with my little brother 
was no big deal. My older sister and I discussed sex a lot. I talked 
about sex with my parents. We all did. But talking about sex with my 
brother is one thing; having sex with my brother is something else.

"Just try it with Emily," I suggested. "She won't expect you do be good 
at it the first time. Experiment and learn with her. It will be more 
fun that way--for both of you."

There! That's out of the way. Or so I thought. Nicholas was persistent.

"Maybe I could just look around a little? To see what it's like?" he 
asked, hopefully.

We hadn't "looked around a little" with each other since I was eleven 
and he was eight. True, he did see me and Samantha and our mom naked 
quite often, but the details are hidden away, so maybe he wasn't sure.

Did I mention my little brother is cute? It's hard to say no to him 
when he gets that lost puppy dog look on his face. I'm pretty sure he 
knows it, too.

"Okay--but just looking!" Nicholas looked like a puppy dog about to wet 
himself.

I stood up and removed my panties, then sat down on the edge of my bed. 
Nicholas knelt in front of me without having to be told. His fingers 
went immediately to my labia and spread them apart. I flinched at his 
touch. I had said looking only, but I realized that he needed to spread 
me open to get a good look, so I relaxed and gave him an approving nod. 
Nicholas proceeded a little more slowly.

He poked and prodded--more not-just-looking, but I figured, what the 
heck? I could handle giving my little brother a sex ed lesson, so I let 
him touch me as much as and however he wanted. When he found the 
sensitive bits, I'd gasp, then I'd smile to let him know that he hadn't 
hurt me. 

My brother's a quick learner, and he was soon touching all the right 
places in all the right ways. My moans and gasps were giving him the 
feedback he needed. I closed my eyes, drew a deep breath, and enjoyed 
my brother's explorations. My eyes popped open and my whole body 
shuddered when I felt my brother's tongue lick my clitoris. Nicholas 
jumped back at my surprise and waited for my next reaction.

"I said just looking," I admonished, but I think the tone of my voice 
conveyed a different message. I had come very close to having an orgasm.

"But you let me touch you."

"With your fingers."

Nicholas hesitated a moment, then went back to exploring me with his 
fingers. I closed my eyes, again, and went back to enjoying it. After 
about a minute, I felt a tentative lick of Nicholas' tongue. I gasped, 
but didn't protest. Nicholas took this as approval and went to work 
more vigorously.

As I had suggested he do with Emily, Nicholas let my responses guide 
him, and as I said before, he's a quick learner. My little brother was 
using both his tongue and his fingers to pleasure me better than any 
boy had ever done before--maybe even better than any girl, either. 
(Okay, so I've fooled around with my girlfriends at sleep overs. What 
girl hasn't?)

I laid back on the bed and just let the sensations wash over me. I was 
about to have what probably would have been the best orgasm of my young 
life when Nicholas unexpectedly stopped. I opened my eyes and was 
surprised to see him standing between my spread legs, lining up his 
penis with my vagina.

"Just what do you think you're doing?

I felt the tip of Nicholas' penis brush my labia. He had been about to 
push into me, but my question stopped him. When I sat up, Nicholas took 
a step back.

"I...uh...I thought you wanted me to, uh... Isn't that why you laid 
back?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the combined look of surprise, confusion, 
and desperation on Nicholas' face. Obviously, he was as turned on as I 
was. His body was eager for some action. Probably without realizing he 
was doing it, he began rapidly stroking his stiff little penis, 
overwhelmed by an urgent need to cum.

My body needed it, too, and I forgot that this was my little brother, 
and that it would be the first time for both of us. I gently grabbed 
his wrist and stopped him from masturbating. I then laid back on the 
bed, pulling him on top of me.

Nicholas stabbed at my crotch a few times, then started humping my 
vulva. I hugged him tightly with both my arms and legs to get him to 
stop. I then reached between us and guided his penis into my vagina. 
The look on his face as he entered a girl for the first time was 
priceless.

We both enjoyed the sensation of him being inside me for a moment, then 
Nicholas started thrusting. He managed about three thrusts before he 
slipped out. When he did, he resumed his rapid humping of me. Once 
again, I hugged him close to me then guided him back in. It took maybe 
a half-dozen tries before he figured out how to keep his penis inside 
my vagina, but when he did, I was treated to a slow, steady grinding of 
his pubis against my clitoris. His penis was barely moving back and 
forth, but we were both enjoying it immensely.

Nicholas began to grunt in concert with my gasps and moans. We grabbed 
each other tightly as we both orgasmed together. I was surprised to 
learn one of life's little-known facts: There's nothing better than 
noisy sex with your brother.

We both relaxed, and Nicholas collapsed on top of me. When our 
breathing had almost returned to normal, Nicholas sat up, looked me in 
the eyes, and smiled. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and smiled 
back.

We spent the next few minutes being tender with each other. I traced my 
finger down his nose, gently stroked his cheek, then ran my fingers 
through his hair. When he leaned forward, I thought he was going to 
kiss me. Instead, he pushed the tip of his nose against mine, like he 
used to do when he was four or five.

During that time, I felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. 
Then I felt his penis stiffening, and we did it all over again. And 
again. After that third time, we fell asleep with him lying on top of 
me.

I awoke with a start, at first not sure where I was, then I smiled when 
I remembered what had happened. I shook Nicholas gently. He sat up and 
looked as if he had just awakened from a full night's sleep.

"Mom and Dad are home," I said, softly. He didn't seem to understand, 
so I gave him a gentle swat on the butt and a stern look. He woke up 
enough to get it, but he didn't have any sense of urgency. Instead, he 
just smiled sheepishly and slunk off to the bathroom. I wandered into 
the kitchen without bothering to dress.

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" I said with an air of one hundred percent (feigned) 
innocence.

"Hi, Kitten," my dad replied. "We thought you were going to sleep all 
day."

"I was up, earlier, but I laid down for a nap." I tried very hard not 
to look like I was concerned they may have seen Nicholas and me in bed 
together.

"Well, if you're going to nap with Nicholas," my mother said, "You 
should at least put some shorts on. He's not five years old, anymore."

"Mom!" They had seen us!

"I think what your mother is trying to say is that Nicholas is growing 
up. It would be awkward if he tried to mount you, or something like 
that."

"Daddy! You're incorrigible!" It was a word my mother used a lot to 
describe my father. Since I had become a teenager, I had found it quite 
useful, myself. 

"Nicholas is still my little brother, and it's no big deal if he still 
wants to climb in bed with me, from time to time." I tried not to 
protest too much (another phrase I had picked up from my mother).

"Well, he may still be your little brother," my mother continued, "But 
he's not still a little boy."

Fortunately, Nicholas appeared, ending my mother's lecture. "Hello, 
Sweetie," she said to him with a smile. "Have you been sleeping all 
day, too?"

"I was up before Samantha was!"

"Yes, Darling, but getting up to fiddle with yourself doesn't count."

Rather than getting embarrassed, Nicholas just gave our mother a dirty 
look. The current running joke in our family was who *hadn't* caught 
Nicholas masturbating in the past few months. It wasn't as if he did it 
on the living room sofa while we were watching TV, but he wasn't 
exactly careful about closing his bedroom door. Everyone thought it was 
cute--and if it bothered Nicholas, all he had to do was remember to 
close his door.

"Your father and I got good things for the grill. It's too nice a day 
to waste away sleeping inside. Help," she said, as she thrust some 
unhusked corn at me.

I was surprisingly hungry (okay, so it wasn't that surprising), and 
Nicholas was downright ravenous, drawing an "I never realized sleeping 
in could work up such as appetite!" comment from our mother. I realized 
it was just her usual teasing, so it didn't worry me. Apparently, our 
parents were okay with Nicholas and I napping together and didn't 
suspect anything more had happened between us. Nicholas behaved as if 
nothing had happened between us: He was his usual, charming boy self.

Before we had finished eating, Samantha showed up with her boyfriend, 
Jason, who seemed able to detect food being served at our house from 
miles away. I tried to picture Jason and Samantha having sex together 
(something I usually tried to avoid thinking about), and I wondered if 
it were anything like what Nicholas and I had experienced.

"What's got you acting all goofy?" Samantha asked me, discreetly, 
waking me out of my reverie.

"I'm not acting goofy!"

"No? You've just been staring at my boyfriend for the past few 
minutes." Then, with a touch a mirth, "Get your own!"

We both laughed.

That night, Nicholas snuck into my room and crawled into bed with me. I 
told him we'd have to be quiet. It's a lot more fun being noisy, but 
it's still a lot of fun being quiet. He fell asleep with me, again, but 
I woke him up in the middle of the night and sent him back to his own 
bed.

From then on, we managed to get together three or four times a week. 
The best times were when no one else was home, and we were free to just 
go wild and enjoy ourselves. We did it on my bed, his bed, our parents' 
bed (that was really naughty--and a lot of fun), and on the sofa in the 
living room.

I tried getting on top of Nicholas and also letting him take me from 
behind, but I mostly enjoyed having him on top of me. I really liked 
having his warm little body pressed up and rubbing against mine.

One Saturday, we had the house to ourselves. Nicholas was getting 
better at lasting longer. We were really into it when I heard our 
sister scream, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I was on the verge of having a wonderful orgasm, so I didn't 
immediately respond to Samantha's presence. Nicholas was close, too, 
and he sped up his pace in an effort to finish before he'd have to deal 
with getting caught.

Just as Nicholas pushed hard against me and grunted, Samantha grabbed 
his arm and literally pulled him out of and off of me. I caught the 
glistening of a thin strand of fluid as it stretched between the tip of 
Nicholas' penis and my vagina, then broke. Nicholas looked more 
frustrated at having his orgasm interrupted than worried about being 
caught by our sister. Our sister looked furious.

"Are you crazy?" she screeched at me.

Nicholas was now on his feet, being held in an awkward position by the 
fact that Samantha still had a death grip on his upper arm. I propped 
myself up on my elbows with my legs still spread. I was also frustrated 
at having been interrupted, but I was more worried about Samantha.

"What? You do it with Jason all the time." Not really the right thing 
to say, but I hadn't thought about it; it just came to me.

"Jason is not my brother!" she said through her teeth.

Nicholas seemed clueless as to why Samantha was upset. He was merely 
trying to extricate himself from her grip.

"What do you think would have happened if Mom or Dad had walked in on 
you instead of me?"

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be home for hours!"

"Oh, really? You thought I wasn't going to be home for hours, too, 
didn't you?"

Nicholas finally managed to twist himself free. He immediately moved a 
couple steps closer to the doorway, apparently expecting Samantha to 
come after him. She did, but only verbally.

"And what about you? Are you *trying* to get your sister pregnant?" The 
look of annoyance fled Nicholas' face and was replaced by an 
uncomfortable look towards the ground.

"Nicholas can't get me pregnant," I countered. "He doesn't even squirt, 
yet."

Despite Nicholas' preparation, he was caught off guard by Samantha's 
question, and she managed to snag his arm, again. She wiped the index 
finger of her free hand on the tip of his now-soft penis, then held her 
finger up for me to see.

"What do you call that?"

It was my turn for the sheepish look. "That's mine," I said, quietly.

"No, it's his. Haven't you noticed all the tissues in the waste basket 
in his room? Did you think he was having sinus trouble?"

I really hadn't considered that my brother might be ejaculating in me. 
If he was, there wasn't very much of it because I hadn't noticed any at 
all.

"He's probably not making sperm yet." It was a feeble reply.

Samantha shook her head. "You know better," she said to me, then turned 
to Nicholas, "And you know better, too. Whose idea was this?"

Nicholas kept his eyes toward the ground and did his best to turn 
invisible.

"It just sort of happened," I offered.

"Well, just hope you're lucky this time." I had a go at being 
invisible, myself.

"You mean this wasn't the first time?" Samantha thought for a moment. 
"That last time we barbecued and Jason was here, right? I knew you were 
acting goofy! You two better knock it off before you get caught by Mom 
or Dad--or with a baby!"

I knew Samantha was right, but I really didn't want to give up sex with 
my brother.

"He's really good, you know?"

Samantha's look said that it didn't matter how good Nicholas was.

"He is! I like having sex with Nicholas! He's a whole lot nicer to me 
than any other boy I know."

Samantha glared at me as if it should be obvious that a reply was 
unnecessary, but she replied anyway.

"Have you been having sex with other boys? I thought you were just 
sucking off what's-his-name--Brian. Have you been letting him fuck you, 
too?"

"No! Nicholas is the only one. He told me Emily was talking about 
having sex with him. I told him he should stick to oral. I got to 
showing him how, and, well, things just got out of hand."

"Red-head Emily? From the swim team?" Samantha turned to Nicholas. 
"Have you been having sex with Emily?"

The look on Nicholas' face threw me for a loop. "You did it with Emily? 
And you didn't tell me?"

Nicholas smiled shyly and shrugged his shoulders. "And Ashley. And 
Hannah. And Brianna."

Samantha's jaw dropped, as did mine. The little snot! Actually, I 
wanted to be jealous, but I couldn't be. The thought of my super-cute 
little brother working his way through the girls on his swim team made 
me chuckle. I knew it was wrong, but when I pictured Nicholas with each 
of the girls (knowing how he was with me), I couldn't help myself from 
laughing.

"This is all your fault," Samantha admonished me, but her stern look 
was breaking into an effort to suppress her own laughter.

"What?" Nicholas exclaimed, which caused Samantha and me to break out 
in a fit of laughter.

Samantha pulled Nicholas onto the bed with her.

"So, Studly," Samantha asked with a devious grim. "Tell your sisters 
how you managed to bed all these girls."

Nicholas shocked us both by blushing.

"Tell us! And don't leave out any details, or I'll hold you down while 
Jessica spanks that cute little naked butt of yours!"

After a little coaxing, Nicholas told us how he and Emily ended up at 
Ashley's house when her parents weren't home. Ashley knew what Emily 
had planned and was more than happy to assist her best friend. Nicholas 
had had a few weeks of practice with me, by then, so Emily's first time 
was quite the event--enough so that Ashley had insisted that Emily let 
her have a turn with Nicholas. Of course, they told Hannah, who told 
Brianna--who told Kaitlyn, Alexa, Jennifer, and Brooke--the entire 
girls' contingent of Nicholas' swim team.

We were further impressed by the clever ways Nicholas had managed to 
hook up with the girls without anyone--including us and particularly 
any adults--getting suspicious.

I asked Samantha if she was now curious as to what the attraction was, 
but she insisted that it was just too creepy to consider doing it with 
her brother. She did, however, promise not to rat us out to our parents 
or object to Nicholas and I continuing to have sex.

It says quite a bit about Nicholas' stamina that he was able to keep 
nine girls happy. Of course, with limits on the opportunities for 
hooking up, the girls on the swim team didn't get Nicholas as often as 
I did.

We had a hard time finding condoms for Nicholas. The usual ones were 
completely useless. We tried getting Nicholas to pull out, but either 
he really didn't want to or he really wasn't able to. How much control 
can you expect from an eleven-year-old boy?

Eventually, we found some "snug fit" condoms that more or less stayed 
on--mostly because Nicholas wasn't able to thrust very much. Nicholas 
didn't like wearing them, and I suspect that he didn't with his swim 
team friends, even though he insisted he did.

I didn't care for them, either, but I also didn't care to get pregnant. 
Sometimes, I'd let Nicholas thrust in me bare, for while, before 
stopping him and making him put on a condom; however, I'd often get 
carried away and forget to stop him. Sometimes, I'd remind him to stop, 
but he'd ask for "just a little longer," which usually resulted in him 
squirting inside me.

Actually, I don't think Nicholas is making sperm, yet, which explains 
his thin, watery semen. If he were, I'm sure there'd be one or more 
swelling bellies by now. However, I'm also sure that it's only a matter 
of time before one of us girls gets caught by surprise. Strangely, I 
found myself secretly hoping it'd be me.

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