Chapter 2
Her brother was off the bed in an instant, and he walked toward her angrily.
"Stop right there, Jerry. I'll tell Dad what you've been doing if you hit me."
"No you won't. You couldn't get the nerve to tell them about this." Her brother grabbed her arm.
She pulled away. "I'll tell everyone at school that you're queer then."
He stepped back.
She sensed her victory and started bluffing again. "Look at you," she said, rubbing a puddle of cum that had landed in his pubic hair. "White stuff all over you." She rubbed the cum up onto his cock and mixed it with some more. He was still semi-erect, and she enjoyed the feel of his slippery prick.
She noticed Ed wiping his hand on his jeans, and trying to stuff his stiff dick back into his tight Levi's, without much success.
"Wait," she said. "I bet you have that hasty stuff on yours too." She walked over to him and grabbed his cock roughly, pulling it back out into view. His prick was long and hard and throbbed in her hand. She could smell her brother's cum, and a slight female smell wafted up from her panties.
"Yes, I think you boys are both queer to be touching each other's thing like that," she said.
"Oh, come on," her brother said. He walked over to her as she held Ed's hard-on in her moist hand. "We're not queer. We've both fucked a lot of girls."
"I bet you haven't," she mocked. She slapped at her brother's sagging prick. "No girl would let you put that nasty thing in her."
Her brother's face grew red. "They would too. They'd love it."
"Ha!" she taunted. "Yours is too short. Ed's is nice and long."
Ed smiled as she held onto his cock. He moved his hips back and forth so that she was massaging him. She pretended not to notice.
Ed spoke. "Jeanette, would you jerk me off? Please?"
"And get that nasty stuff all over my hands?" She let him go and stepped back, putting her hand behind her back. She felt her nipples perk up as the two boys stared at them through the sheer fabric of her top.
"Come on, please?" Ed asked again. He took her arm and pressed up against her.
She tried to pull away but her brother grabbed her arms and held them.
"You're scared too," her brother said.
"I am not. I just don't want to."
"Please, Jeanette, it'll feel good to me and it won't hurt you any," Ed pleaded.
Jeanette was inflamed with the closeness of two nude boys, and finally gave in to what she wanted in the first place. She sat on the bed and held out her hand nonchalantly.
Ed placed his tool in her tiny hand and she began to stroke it. It stood within inches of her face and she longed to lick it, but didn't dare. She watched it out of the corner of her eye. She saw the full length of it. A tiny drop of liquid appeared at the eye of his cock as she milked it firmly and slowly. She felt the hairs against the smooth skin of her hand on the downstroke. On the upstroke she let her thumb push over the tip of his prick and rub the drop of lubrication on it.
In a few minutes, his entire shaft was slippery from the fluid, and her hands fairly flew up and down the slick rod. Dropping her pretense of disinterest, she used her other hand to weigh the balls. She held them lightly and gave them a little squeeze.
Her brother alternated between watching his sister stroke his friend's and looking at the hot pictures in the magazine. He played with his own cock as he watched.
Suddenly, Ed grabbed Jeanette's wrist and jerked her hand back and forth on his prick. She felt the stiff rod throbbing, and looked up in time to see the cum bursting out of the eye of his engorged cock. The first wad hit her cheek. The second was not so powerful, and shot out onto her pajama top between her breasts. Mother drop landed on her thigh. The rest was captured by her hands as they continued to milk every bit of the sperm from him.
Ed's muscles relaxed and he almost fell.
Jeanette continued to hold his cock. She licked her cheek and tasted his sperm.
"You got cum all over me, Ed," she said.
"What did you say?" His breath was coming in deep gasps.
"You shot off on my face and my pajamas and legs. Everywhere. Did it feel good?"
He apologized and used his handkerchief to wipe the white stuff from her cheek as she smiled sweetly up at him.
She pointed to the cum on her thigh and he wiped it up also.
"This stuff on your top won't wipe off," he said. "You better change."
Even as he said it he was staring at her nipples. She stood and pulled the top off over her head. She felt goose pimples on her breasts as the two boys stared at the pink-tipped flesh. She stood up as if to leave, but Ed stopped her.
"Gee, you have pretty boobs," he said.
She arched her back and reached down and caressed her breasts. "Do you think so?" she asked.
Ed reached out and gave her nipple a tentative squeeze. With more uncertainty, her brother gave the other nipple a similar squeeze.
"I think they're too small," she said, holding them cupped in her hands.
Both boys touched the nipples again and swore that her tits were perfect.
"Your whole body is nice," Ed said. "At least, the part we can see. Why don't you pull your panties off so we can see the rest?"
"You don't have all your clothes off," she replied.
He quickly undressed. "OK, your turn."
"No," she said. "I need to go to my room."
Both boys grabbed her again. She struggled, and their bodies rubbed hers and excited her. They grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them partway down. She fought, but not too strenuously.