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Training Them Young #1 (D.Abby) (B,b,g, solo, voy) (1!13)

The following story is for adults only. It contains scenes depicting 
incestuous sex among minor children and, sometimes includes adults. It 
is entirely a work of fiction and the characters contained within are 
completely the figment of the authors imagination. (they do sometimes 
embody his fantasies, however.) If homosexual activities offend you or 
sexual activities among and with pre- and just pubescent children I 
suggest you hit the back button. 

Please do not read this if you are under the age of 18 or if it is 
illegal in your community. (Can't you just see a horny twelve year old 
zipping up his pants, or pulling up her panties, and hitting the back 
button at this point. I should live so long.)

If you haven't hit the back button yet, enjoy. I would like to have 
your opinions of my work and, and while I don't promise, I usually try 
to answer my e-mail.

Dabby@access.mountain.net
 
                        THEIR PARENTS SEX CLUB
                              by D. Abby

                               Foreword

	My name is David Smith. I'm fifteen now but when all this 
happened I wasn't quite thirteen. I have a brother, Jim who had just 
turned eleven, and a sister, Mary who was twelve. I'll call my parents 
Peter and Joan. 

	My father said I should write down everything that happened to 
us. He said that some people might want to know how our family had so 
much fun and were so happy together. He thinks that there would be a 
lot less crime and violence in the streets and in the schools if more 
families lived the way we do and did the things we do.

	He warned me that I shouldn't use our right names or give any 
hints as to where we live, however, because some others were different. 
My father said they wanted to do things like we do themselves but they 
thought it was wrong and were afraid to do them. That kind of person 
would make trouble for anybody they found out did those things and 
could even send us to jail. 

	A lot of things happened in our house in a very short stretch of 
time. This book only covers a little more than three weeks but those 
three weeks changed our whole lives. It certainly changed how we were 
going to spend the summer but that was too much for one book and I'll 
have to write another one to tell what happened then.

	When I started to write it out no one else wanted to share the 
typing but after I finished it every one wanted to get into the act so 
I let them make editorial comments if they felt they had something to 
add. 

	I wrote the whole story first then when the others read it they 
filled in their comments. Sometimes I felt I had to answer back or make 
comments on their comments.

	(David always looked at things from the boy's side. I thought I 
had to straighten some things out. Mary)

	(I had my own way of looking at things. Jim)

	(We weren't always as unobservant as David thought and we 
certainly thought differently then he expected. Mom)

	(Every one else was doing it so I thought I'd get my two cents 
in. Pop)

	(See what I mean. David)


                              Chapter - 1

	I guess my brother, sister, and I were the usual family of horny 
kids whose glands have just started to work. Since then I've gotten to 
talk to three different families and found out that a lot of young teen 
agers do the same things we did. They played most of the same games and 
have pretty much the same fantasies. The only difference with us was 
that we started to act out our fantasies a little sooner and we went a 
little farther.

	(I think we went a lot farther and I liked it after I got over 
being a little scared at first. Mary)

	(Me too only I did want to do some of those things sooner but I 
was more scared that David would think bad of me than I was of doing 
the things. Jim)

	Of course, like any normal teen ager I jerked off frequently, 
usually three or four times a day. I always jerked off first thing in 
the morning. Then sometimes, if I happened to see up some girl's skirt 
a little way or noticed her tits bouncing when she walked, I would go 
to the boys room in school for a session. Even if I'd jerked of at 
school I usually jerked off after I got home from school when I took my 
after school piss. To finish out the day I always jerked off at least 
once after I went to bed at night. 

	I knew from our sex ed courses in school and the book pop gave me 
after I had my first wet dream that jerking off didn't do any harm but 
I thought I jerked off to much. On numerous occasions I swore that I 
wasn't going to do it any more or at least not as often but that 
usually lasted till the next time I got a hard on and never lasted more 
than a day.

	(I didn't realize how much I was like David until I read that. I 
did the same thing even to swearing off now and then and having it last 
till my prick got hard again. It never lasted a full day for me either. 
Jim) 

	Jim and I would sometimes take a piss at the same time. We almost 
always did that when we got home from school. He seemed to examine my 
prick and to tell the truth, I scrutinized his each time too. I did 
wonder why he always had to go to the bathroom at the same time I did, 
but I was sort of glad. I was proud of how big my prick was getting and 
I liked having him look at it. 

	(I used to wait for David to go to the bathroom so I could go 
with him. When he got the first hairs around his prick and it started 
to grow I wanted mine to be that big too. I wanted to see his big prick 
and couldn't wait till mine got to be that size. I wanted to feel it to 
see what a prick that size felt like. The problem was that I didn't 
want David to think I was gay. I thought only gay boys wanted to feel 
another boy's prick. Jim) 

	I noticed at once when Jim developed a couple of hairs around his 
small prick. I knew that I started to shoot off before I saw the first 
hairs around my prick so I knew he was beginning to mature and that he 
could shoot off too. I wondered if he was jerking off yet then realized 
that he must be. 

	I occasionally got a hard on examining his prick and I noticed 
his prick would sometimes get hard too. I would have liked to see him 
jerk off and, maybe, let him see me do it. The one thing that bothered 
me about his joining me for my after school piss was I couldn't jerk 
off with him there.

	I wanted to jerk off then but I didn't think it was right to let 
my kid brother see me do that. I also thought it would be fun to jerk 
him off and maybe have him jerk me off too. I wanted to find out what 
it felt like to have someone else jerk me off. I thought about Jim's 
hand pumping on my prick sometimes when I jerked off in bed at night. 
After pissing with Jim I usually went to my room and jerked off just to 
get rid of my hard on. 

	(I wish he would have jerked off. I wanted to jerk off too, and, 
now even more, I wanted to feel his prick and see what a big prick felt 
like. All David would have had to do to get me to jerk him off was ask 
me. I wanted him to jerk me off too but I didn't want David to think I 
was queer. I never wanted to get David mad at me, I liked him to much 
and I wanted him to like me. If he even hinted at what he wanted to do 
I would have gone along with it. I usually did go to my room and jerk 
off after looking at David's prick. Taking a piss with David always got 
me horny. Jim) 

	For a long time this was the only sex activity that I engaged in 
with anyone else, if pissing with your kid brother can be considered a 
sex activity. The thing was that I thought of sex when we were doing it 
so I guess it would come under that category. At any rate the jerking 
off session that followed pissing with Jim was surely a sex activity.

	I did get to see what a girl was like down there that spring. I 
got my first baby sitting job from a woman down the street. She only 
wanted me to watch her baby for an hour while she went shopping but she 
was willing to pay me five dollars to do it. I got to the house and she 
was changing her daughters diaper. 

	Wow! When she lifted the baby's bottom up I could see how her ass 
crack just seemed to continue around to the front. I got an instant 
hard on and I wanted to look a lot closer but I got embarrassed and 
worried that the lady would know what I was thinking. I had to turn 
away so she wouldn't see the front of my pants. 

	When she left me with the baby I thought of unpinning the diaper 
and looking closer, maybe even feeling what she was like but I got cold 
feet and didn't do a thing. I baby sat for the woman a couple of more 
times and each time she made sure the baby had on a fresh diaper before 
she left. I'd stand behind the lady so she wouldn't see how close I was 
watching. I'd get a hard on and as soon as she left I went to her 
bathroom to jerk off.

	One Thursday at the end of May something more exciting happened 
and it certainly came under the heading of sex activity with someone 
else. I forgot to shut the bathroom door one day when I went in to 
piss. Through the corner of my eye I saw Mary peeking around the edge 
of the door. 

	I was embarrassed and blushed beet red but I didn't turn away. I 
didn't know why I did it but I stood there and let her watch. When the 
piss stopped spouting from my prick I milked it down as I usually did 
and Knowing Mary was watching I really got a hard on. I did turn away 
then. I wanted to jerk off but the door was still open and Mary would 
see me do it. I couldn't let her watch me do that.

	(I'd wanted to see what David looked like down there ever since I 
had my first period. I was envious of the fact that Jim went in there 
with David. I wished I could do the same thing. I remembered seeing 
David when we were all little and I'd seen Jim more recently, he only 
started to close the bathroom door in the last year, but I wanted to 
see a prick after it started to grow. This was the first time I got the 
chance. My cunt got wet long before David's prick got hard. Mary)

	When we were little we often had to go to the toilet at the same 
time. The three of us queued up outside the bathroom door and went in 
one at a time. The other two of us would stand and wait for the one in 
the bathroom to finish with the toilet then we would change places. We 
never thought of closing the door then and we did like to watch each 
other use the toilet. I was interested in the difference between Mary 
and us boys but it never got any farther than watching. 

	We hadn't done that since I was about six years old and started 
school. Could I get Mary to start to do that with me again? I would pay 
a lot more attention and examine much closer now. I was sure she 
wouldn't do anything like that now that I really wanted to find out 
what a girl was like down there and knew what a boy could do with what 
a girl had down there.

	(I had the same memories and the same thoughts. I wanted to see 
David down there ever since I had my first period. Now that I'd gotten 
my first glimpse I wanted to see more. I wasn't so sure I couldn't get 
David to play that game with me. I didn't know how I was going to go 
about it but I was determined to try. I was certain that David wanted 
to see me. I'd caught him trying look up my skirt when I wore one many 
times. I'd even spread my legs a little to let him see better but I 
don't think he ever realized it. Mary)

	(I sure hadn't. If I'd realized she was trying to let me see 
more, or that she even knew I was looking, I would probably dropped 
through the floor. David)

	When I jerked off that night I pretended Mary was watching me. I 
wondered what she looked like down there. I hadn't seen her since we 
were little and my mother bathed us together. I remember feeling where 
her prick should be. My mother told me that it was naughty to do that 
but she hadn't sounded annoyed. She even smiled when she'd corrected me 
so I knew it really wasn't too bad but for some reason I hadn't done it 
again. I knew what that little slit was now but didn't think it was big 
enough for my prick to fit in. I thought maybe it grew bigger the same 
way my prick had. I had to get a peek and find out.

	I was going to watch the bathroom whenever she went in. Maybe she 
would forget and leave the door open and I could find out if she'd 
changed much down there as much as I had. The next day I followed her 
when she went upstairs. I was lucky, the door to the bathroom was open 
a little. I peeked around the edge of the door. Mary had her jeans and 
panties down around he ankles and was sitting on the toilet.

	(I heard David follow me up the stairs. This was the perfect time 
to start the old waiting outside the bathroom game again. I wanted to 
see him again and I thought that he might let me if I left the door 
open when I went to the bathroom. I was as embarrassed as David had 
been but I pretended I didn't know he was watching. I liked the idea 
that what I had between my legs was as interesting to David as what he 
had between his legs was to me. It was fun, and exciting too. I liked 
watching his pants push out in front too. I knew that was happening 
because he was seeing me. My cunt got real wet and slick like it did 
when I played with myself at night. I wanted to rub myself until I got 
that good feeling but I couldn't let David see me do that. I'm sorry I 
didn't now, if I had, maybe we'd have started doing things even sooner 
than we did. Mary)

	(I followed David upstairs thinking he was going to take a piss. 
I wondered why he just stood there peeking around the door. It wasn't 
until I heard the flow of Mary's piss that I knew what was happening. I 
realized I wasn't supposed to know what was going on so I sneaked back 
downstairs so David wouldn't catch me. I didn't want him mad at me but 
I wished I could get a chance to see Mary too. Jim)

	I got a hard on and the front of my pants pushed out right away 
but it was rather disappointing. I couldn't see a thing. When I took a 
piss it was obvious what I looked like down there but I could just as 
well be looking at a boy sitting there with his prick pushed down 
between his thighs. I wanted to see what a girl was like and seeing 
Mary sit on the toilet didn't expose the parts of her I wanted to see. 

	I put my hand in my pocket and held on to my prick. Perhaps Mary 
would stand up and I could get to see more. I heard the stream slack 
off and stop. 

	Mary took some toilet paper and wiped herself in front. A boy 
didn't have to do anything like that, all I had to do was milk down my 
prick a couple of times. That could be fun. It often led to a jerk off. 
Did the same thing happen to girls when they wiped their cunts with 
toilet paper? 

	It seemed that Mary was reading my mind. At that point she did 
some of the things that I wanted her to do. She reached down for her 
jeans and panties then stood up. She turned her body toward the door 
but was looking at her hands as she slowly pulled her pants up. I got 
to see her slit showing through her sparse bush. It didn't seem much 
bigger than it had been when we bathed together. Maybe it stretched 
when a boy pushed his prick in. I had to squeeze my prick to keep from 
coming right then and there. 

	(I wanted David to see me and I did everything on purpose. I 
wished that he would come in and look closer but I didn't want him to 
think I knew that he was there. I wanted him to feel me down there and 
I wanted to feel his prick but I was scared about it too. I knew he 
couldn't see very much from the door and I was trying to think of some 
way to let him see more without being too obvious. Mary) 

	I dodged into my bedroom while Mary fastened her pants. All sorts 
of questions were racing through my mind. Had Mary left the bathroom 
door open on purpose? It seemed as if she had. Had she purposely let me 
see her cunt? If she hadn't done it on purpose how come she turned 
toward the door before she pulled up her pants? 

	If I let her see me again would she let me see her do the same 
thing again? Could I make myself let her see me again on purpose? If I 
played with my prick a little when I was milking the last drops out 
would she make it a point to let me see more? Could I do that while she 
was watching without dropping through the floor with embarrassment?

	At the time I didn't have the answer to any of those questions. I 
knew I would have to try and do some of things I'd thought about but 
didn't know how I could get up the nerve to do them. 

	The one thing that was sure is that my prick was hard and it had 
been hard so long my balls ached. As soon as Mary went to her room, I 
rushed back to the bathroom to jerk off. I was so hot it only a couple 
of pumps and spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot off 
into the toilet. 

	When I started jerking off, about two years earlier, my prick was 
two and a half inches long, about as big around as my thumb, and had no 
hair around it. At first all that would happen was I would get a funny 
good feeling and my hips would jerk. Then, one time, a spurt of cum 
shot out followed by a couple of dribbles. I found two hairs around my 
prick when I examined myself closely. Jim's prick was just about the 
size mine had been the first time I shot off.

	My prick was over four and a half inches now and I had lots of 
hair. It was about as big around as the core of a toilet paper roll. It 
was a tight fit when I fucked my prick into one and made believe it was 
a girl's cunt.

	I wondered what it would feel like if Mary jerked me off. What 
did she felt like between her legs. I'd probable shoot off as soon as 
she touched me and I'd be ready to shoot off if she ever let me touch 
her there. I knew that girls didn't shoot off but I wondered if I could 
make her feel good by rubbing her cunt, and if she would like to have 
me do it. I got hard again thinking about that and jerked off slower 
this time. I didn't think I'd ever find out what it would feel like to 
have her jerk me off.

	(I was pretty sure that's what David was doing at that moment and 
I was in my bedroom rubbing between my legs and wishing that David was 
doing it to me. I closed my eyes and tried to picture his hand pumping 
up and down on his prick until he made the stuff shoot out of his 
pisshole. I rubbed myself until I got that good feeling. I wondered 
what it would be like to have David rub me between my legs? Would it 
feel better if someone else rubbed your cunt? I had another thought 
too, would it feel different if a prick was pushed into my cunt instead 
of a finger? 

	(I wondered what David's prick felt like? If I rubbed it would he 
get that good feeling and would that stuff that made babies shoot out 
of his piss hole? I wanted to rub him till that happened and I wanted 
him to rub me too, but I was a little frightened of the idea. I was 
even more frightened by the idea of having a prick pushed into me even 
though I anxious to find out what it felt like. Mary) 

	That night, just as I was going to the bathroom, Mary came out of 
her bedroom and leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom as if she 
were waiting for her turn to use the toilet. That answered one 
question. Mary was ready to go back to the 'waiting your turn at the 
bathroom' game. I was also sure the answer to one of my questions was 
that she had left the door open on purpose that afternoon! 

	Now she was waiting to see if I would do the same thing! She 
remembered what we had done when we were little and she was ready to 
start doing it again. I hesitated then I left the door open. If I let 
her see me again I was sure she would let me see her again. 

	I had a boner before I started. My prick was so hard it took a 
while before I could start pissing. Mary stood there and watched all 
the while. The piss finally started to flow but my prick got hard again 
as soon as I finished. I milked it down a few extra times and almost 
shot off. 

	I couldn't let myself do anything like that it would be too 
embarrassing! I would have dropped through the floor if Mary saw me do 
that. I stopped and zipped my hard prick back into my pants and went 
out of the bathroom as if Mary weren't standing there.

	(I caught sight of Mary peeking in the bathroom from My bedroom. 
I wondered what was going on. Was David letting Marry peek at him and 
was Mary letting David see what she was like down there. I felt left 
out of things but I was still hesitant about letting David know that I 
knew something funny was going on between them. I would have to work my 
way into their deal somehow, but I hadn't a glimmer of how to do it. 
Now I know that I probably could have gotten everything moving a lot 
faster if I'd just walked over and leaned on the wall next to Mary. 
Jim)

	Mary didn't even seem to notice me coming out of the bathroom 
either but turned and went to her bedroom. Perhaps she would do 
something that would let me see more of what she was like next time. I 
went back into the bathroom, closed the door, sat down on the toilet, 
pointed my prick down, and jerked off. I usually had to pump my prick 
about twenty or thirty times before I shot off but it only took a half 
dozen strokes that time. If this kept up I'd be jerking off even more 
than my usual three or four times a day. 

	(Wow! I never lasted more than ten strokes. I wonder what it 
would feel like to last that long before you shoot off. Jim)

	(David had put on quite a show for me and I knew we had something 
going. I suspected that we were going to do this every day. Maybe I 
could get David to do it with me more than once a day! I wondered what 
I could do next time that would be as good as David pulling on his 
prick. I wished that he'd kept on pulling till that stuff shot out of 
it, but that was expecting too much. I wanted David to see more and, 
now I was sure that he let me see him on purpose, I could do something 
that would be more revealing. I wasn't sure what I would do but I made 
up my mind to do it right after school the next day. Mary)

	When we got home from school the next day Mary looked at me and 
went directly upstairs. I knew she was going to the bathroom so I 
followed as fast as I could. The door was half open again and now I was 
sure she left it that way on purpose. Wow! I hoped she would do 
something that would let me see more of what she was like down there. 

	Mary was sitting on the toilet when I arrived outside the 
bathroom door. This time she turned, looked at me, blushed, then 
grinned. She wanted me to know that she knew I was watching. I wanted 
to go in and get a closer look but that wasn't part of the game. I had 
to stay where I was and Mary and I would never talk about what we were 
doing. That would make things much too difficult. It was the same thing 
I had going with Jim. If we talked about it we would get too 
embarrassed and we might not be able to do it again. 

	I heard Mary's piss flow into the toilet bowl, slow down, then 
stop. What would Mary do now? Would she show me more of her cunt than 
she had yesterday? I soon found out. 

	Wow! She rolled off some toilet paper but she didn't wipe her 
cunt right then. She stood up, faced me, blushed, then spread the lips 
of her cunt with the fingers of one hand and slowly wiped the inside 
with the toilet paper. She dropped the paper in the hopper and 
continued to hold the lips of her cunt apart as she flushed the toilet. 
I almost came in my pants. I could see some pink in there and what 
looked like another slit down toward the bottom of the outer slit. I 
was still a little disappointed though because I couldn't make out very 
many details. 

	(Wow is right! David's eyes almost popped out of his head and it 
looked as if his prick was going to pop out of his pants. I almost 
giggled at the way he was trying to get a good look at me. I ran my 
finger up and down my cunt and rubbed my clit a couple of times just to 
give him a better look. I almost got that good feeling while he was 
watching. I made up my mind that I would push my finger in and out till 
I got that good feeling if he pulled his prick until that stuff shot 
out of his pisshole. I wanted to see that happen. Mary) 

	(I was there watching David again and again I couldn't figure out 
how to get into the act. Jim)

	(Reading all these comments as the book goes along I realize how 
much easier life would be if people weren't afraid of what other people 
would think. If Jim, Mary, and I had just been frank with each other 
things would have been a lot easier. David)

	I wish I had known what Mary was thinking. I would have gone into 
the bathroom right then and there and jerked off. I wanted to see how a 
girl did it. It seemed like it would be a lot more complicated than the 
way a boy jerked off. I wondered what it was that Mary had rubbed. 
Again I waited until Mary went to her room then I went to the bathroom 
and jerked off. 

	This happened on a Friday afternoon and things happened that 
night that changed all our lives.

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