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Chapter 8

Several days before the end of the holidays, Angela received a thick packet of materials in the mail from an independent London school which her research had turned up. She had been searching for highly rated independent schools located within close-in London boroughs with good housing and easy access to central London. She had found a good school in the Southwark-Lambeth area which met her criteria and had requested that the school send an application package. From the published government’s student test-score results, it was a good school, and being independent, didn’t have to run the Program. The enrollment information had just arrived.

Lynette came into the room.

“What’s all that, Mom?” she asked, looking at the papers and brochures.

“I’ve been checking out some other schools for you guys,” she answered. “You know how Tom is terribly unhappy with this ‘remote class’ arrangement the school is doing with him—he really misses the interaction with the other kids.”

“Yeah, he talks about that a lot. What did you find?”

“There are a number of independent schools in London; they don’t have that naked Program but I had to eliminate most; either too far to travel, too expensive, or academically limited. This one would be a great candidate, except for what I just read here—it specializes in performing arts and to be accepted, you have to audition or send a video of some kind of performance you were in.”

“Oh. Neither Tom nor I were in any plays ... we don’t play instruments...” She paged through the brochure. “Hmmm, Norwich Academy. But... yes. Look, Mom.” She pointed to a page. “They have a choir and voice classes.”

Angela looked at her daughter. “Your school has a choir too. What’s your point?”

Lynette struck a pose and began singing.

“So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me

Cause you might screw around and find your dreams come true with me

Spend all your time and your money just to find out that my love was free

So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me, me...

“Ta-da!” She stretched out her arms as she finished. “Singing. We both did choral music in Munich, remember? Ever hear Tom sing? He’s got a pretty decent voice—we also sing together a lot when we’re riding to school. He’s got a deeper voice than many boys and with his big chest, well, when he sings he sounds kinda nice. Smooth. Mellow. Sexy even,” she giggled.

“Oh yes,” Angela exclaimed. “Now that you mention it, I’ve heard him. You’re right, honey. And you too. Your voice is also very good, you know.” She giggled. “Cleaned up that verse a bit, didn’t we?”

Lynette laughed. “Yeah, wasn’t sure how you’d take Justin Timberlake’s original blue word in ‘Not a Bad Thing.’”

“Ha. Not a problem in that song. Well, I suppose you both could audition since you don’t have any performance recordings to send. Would you like that?”

“Sure... but, well, are you certain they don’t have the Program? I’ve got my ‘bye’ ticket for the Program here right now.”

“You’re right. I’ll call now, maybe there’s someone at the school now even though it’s still holidays. Schools are close to starting up again so maybe I can get some info.”

Angela made the call; there was no answer so she left a message on their voice mail system.

“No one to take the call so I left a message,” she told Lynette.

About an hour later, Tom returned from a run with Andrew. The two of them were pretty tired, since they had spent part of the morning lifting weights. Andrew went for a shower first.

“Lynnie,” Tom spoke to her as he stripped off his jacket and hung it up, “Andrew’s talked me into running with our school’s cross-country track team. The season’s about halfway over and the last races are middle of March, he said, but the coaches should be pretty open about kids joining late in the season because the results are about how you perform as a person. No team stuff to learn. I think I’ll try it. Just need to see if they make kids run naked,” he grimaced. “I’ve been spending my P.E. class time in the weight room or on the track. So far, I’ve avoided any naked crap—and you remember that Coach McGallager lets me use the teachers’ shower in the office.”

“Yeah, well, in my regular P.E. classes, the teachers let the naked Program boys wear jocks to run and sports bras for girls. But if you run against other schools that have the Program, there could be some kids...” she began.

“Hell, I know, but I can’t keep running away from my problem forever, sis, you know? If that happens, I don’t know, maybe I’ll just run faster to get away from them,” he smirked as she took a swipe at him. “When school starts, I’ll get up early to run, but Andrew can’t run with me then ‘cause he has to be at his school early.”

“Um, Tommie...?” she asked. A thought had occurred to her.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Um, can I run with you when you go? That is, if you don’t think I’d hold you back when...”

“Hell, Lynnie, no prob! I’d love your company and you ran just as good as me when we used to do it. You keep up just fine when we bike, too. It’d be super to have a regular running partner.”

“Wow, thanks, should be fun. More time together too.” Lynette suddenly recalled the independent school materials. “Oh, hey bro, Mom’s checking out a new school for us. They have several different performing-arts programs and you need to do an audition to get in...”

Tom started to interrupt. She put her hand up.

“... and since you can sing pretty good; me too, Mom says, so we could try out. The school doesn’t have the Program so you could go to classes like any student there.”

“Really? No shit, I’d like that a whole lot. Where’s it at?”

Lynette got the brochure and showed it to Tom and he flipped through the pages.

Then Andrew shouted, “Shower’s yours now, Tom!”

“Be right back.” He kissed Lynette but she pulled away.

“Eeww! Take your shower first! You’re all sticky with sweat!”

When Tom came back to the family room, his mom was sitting next to an end table holding her phone and taking notes. Lynette was on the couch, listening. She looked up at Tom.

“Shhh... sit here,” she patted the seat next to her. “She’s talking to the new school,” she whispered.

Tom couldn’t make any sense of the conversation just by listening to his mother, so he looked at Lynette.

“What’s happening?” he whispered.

She shook her head, smiling. “Later.”

He shrugged, but about a minute later, Angela said, “Thanks for calling back; I’ll be in touch. Bye.”

She disconnected and turned to the kids, then looked at her notepad.

“Hi, Tom. Good that you’re here now. Lynette told me she told you about this school—it sounds really good for both of you—that was the head teacher who just called me back. They’re busy at the school doing some remodeling and they’re doing some kind of teacher training sessions there too, so he’s been out of his office a lot today. So here’s what he told me. First, they do need an audition and can’t do that until mid-January and then a committee meets to decide if the person will be accepted. That would be in February at the latest. But the term would be so advanced that it would be too late to transfer over to there; they only run two terms—not the three terms your school has. They end classes in mid-June, not mid-July. So the two of you can’t switch schools till late August, when they start the next year.

“And they definitely don’t have the Program. They have a firm exemption from the London Ed Authority from having to run it; in fact, he told me that they’re doing a pilot trial of something else, it’s much better, he said, and there’s no nudity involved. They have high academic standards and the school’s median standard test scores are above average. I told him you guys sing, but haven’t sung solo or anything, just in a choral class, and he told me not to worry about that; they work with kids of varying experience levels. They’re looking for kids with either talent or a basic ability which can be developed. We discussed a few other things, curriculum, activities, tuition costs, stuff like that, and there were no surprises. He invited the family to come see him and to interview you two. Interested?”

“I think so. I’ll read the brochure again and look at their website,” Tom said.

“I looked already,” Lynette told him. “It looks like a nice place. We’ll need to go there by tube, though. If we go, no more biking to school. It’s South London, like an hour or so on the underground.”

“Ah, kids, our lease here runs out in August so we’ll be moving,” Angela told them. “We want to buy a house anyway. If you get in, we’ll move closer. There are some really nice neighborhoods in that area; I’ve worked on a few homes in Southwark.”

Angela had her own interior-decorating and design business.

~~~~

When Tom returned to school after the break, he found the track coach before home room began; the coach was delighted that Tom was interested in running with the team.

“I’ve noticed you running on the track,” he told Tom. “You run with fairly good form. Our races are 5 K. Do you know your 5-K time?”

“I haven’t timed my longer runs; I go at a comfortable pace and run for 30 to 40 minutes. I run five miles usually, so that’s like a seven minute mile. Here at school on the outdoor track, I’ve timed my metric mile at about 5:30 when I run hard but not going all out. I don’t think I could keep up that kind of speed while running on rough ground for 5 K, though. Okay, let me think. I could run a mile, um, maybe at about, let’s see, 6:00 to 6:10? A little more? For 5 K then... maybe... ah, 18:15?”

“Blimey, boy, if you can do a 5 K at under 18:30, I definitely want you to run for me. You’d have finished in the fourth or fifth position right off the bat in some of our earlier races. Even as a sweeper, you’d help our team.”

“Um, what’s a sweeper?”

“A runner who finishes outside of the top five. His placing faster than our opponents’ runners pushes their scores up and the team with the fewest points wins the meet.”

“Oh. Okay.” Tom vowed to himself to look up cross-country scoring.

“I need to ask about runners in the Program,” Tom asked diffidently. “I... um... have a problem with the naked stuff... you might have heard.”

“Oh right, you’re the boy who’s been segregated,” the coach looked at Tom sharply. “I know a little about a certain ‘incident’...” he made finger quotes, “last autumn, only a little, about what supposedly happened, so I’m aware of your situation, I think. As well, the Head mentioned in a staff meeting that you were doing a kind of ‘distance learning’ trial and that got you neatly out of the classrooms. As for your question, we run cross-country on race courses which are in public areas. Many of our meets are held on golf courses, so there are always random people around. The people who came up with the Program thought that the kids should do everything, and I mean everything, stark bollock-naked, regardless of the kids being in open public areas. But if we forced kids to run cross-country starkers, both the boys and girls would instantly drop off the team. My boys told me that, back last year when the Program was announced. Anyway, no one runs naked on any of the teams in the league we’re in because the meets are in public areas as I said, almost all golf courses, and the golf clubs are pretty conservative and wouldn’t allow that kind of nudity on their property anyway. But don’t you have that other issue... taking showers? After the meets, we return to the school where the team showers and changes, but I’ve heard that you use the teachers’ shower. I don’t know how the team members would accept that, though.”

“Um, I thought of that. I’d just go home. I don’t live far and I bike,” Tom replied.

“You’d have enough energy to bike home after running hard like that?” the coach asked.

“Well, I noticed that I recover pretty quickly, sir. I’ve biked about 30 miles in under two hours and that’s a pretty stiff pace.”

“That’s true. Well, for the team, you’ll need to begin conditioning, so for your P.E. classes from now to March when our season ends, I want you to run on the outdoor track—four laps, inside lane, is a track metric mile—you knew that—but for a 5 K distance, it’s twelve and a half laps in that lane. Do only twelve laps each session but run in lane three; twelve laps in that lane is almost exactly 5 K. You don’t mind running outdoors in the winter, I reckon. Do you have a timepiece where you can see seconds?” Tom nodded. “So keep track of your times; see if you can do an 18:30 time or better. I’ll try to get out there to watch and make any needed suggestions about your running form if I see anything. Sound good?”

“Sure, Coach. I can start today, in fact.”

“That’s ace, son. Glad to have you. I’ll see you later. Hey, you’ll need a late pass to class—let me give you one.”

Later, at Tom’s first practice session, the coach came out to time Tom’s run and he came in at a bit over 18:35. The coach was grinning ear to ear at his time.

“Armstrong, good run. You can only improve, too. I noticed a few details about your form...”

He gave Tom some pointers and had Tom jog a lap using his suggestions.

“Yeah, Coach. That feels a little better when I do it that way.”

“Good, it’ll help your stride in the middle distance. Now go get cleaned up.”

~~~~

That evening, Tom and Lynette were doing their homework together; ever since their first romantic session, doing homework together had become their normal routine, although they both had carefully steered away from another romantic encounter. They both felt somewhat embarrassed at how far they had gone. Lynette was very jittery tonight, however. Tom noticed.

“Sweetie, what the hell’s bugging you that you can’t keep still?”

“Damn. Tommie, today at lunch—well, when lunch was done—ohmygod... Can’t stop thinking about it...”

“Shit. Must be sex stuff again. Well, if y’think talking about it will help, maybe I can see if I can listen without getting my sensibilities too damaged,” he winked at her.

“Funny you’re not,” she pouted. “Yeah, well, when half the lunch period is over, the Program kids become fair game for the gropers—you knew that, I think?”

Tom nodded. “You mentioned that fact once or fifty times, I believe.”

Lynette stuck out her tongue at him. “So this guy goes over to where the naked kids sit; they all sit together—for mutual support, I suppose, and he asks one of the guys to do oral sex on a girl there. The girl said, ‘That’s not a reasonable request!’ So he goes, ‘But if you both agree, then it is.’ He turns to the guy and gives him that reasonable request, to lick the girl, and the guy makes a disgusted-like face.

“Then the girl asks the other kids at her table what they think they should do. Well, they seemed to all agree that if both parties were okay with doing it, then why not? One said, in fact, ‘I saw a relief session in class once where a guy went down on a girl.’ Then several of the naked girls pulled the naked guy aside for a minute and were yakking at him; he began shaking his head but eventually shrugged and then they kissed him. Well, the two kids finally did agree and they started in and after a bit of hurried whispering, they got into a 69 on the table top. They looked uncomfortable; the girl was on top and must have pressed down too hard on the guy under her—it was a hard table, so she lifted up her hips so she was off his chest. Now her ass was sticking up and the guy had to lean up a little to reach her pussy.

“One of the other naked guys, I later found out he was the girl’s partner, was stroking his dick and she looked over and saw him doin’ it. I heard her call out something like, ‘I’m so fuckin’ hot, Sam, I’m gaggin’ for your cock. Shit, I need you in my fanny!’ Heh, see, I’m pickin’ up those funny British slang words... Anyway, he climbs up behind her, right over the guy’s head, and just pushes his cock right into her pussy. She screamed when he thrust into her. And shit, if that guy on the bottom didn’t look like he was licking his balls as the boyfriend went in and out of the girl’s pussy, I’d think I was blind.

“Then I heard someone closer to them call out, ‘Blimey, look, it’s goddamn blood—he took her cherry!’ That was totally what happened! Her boyfriend took her damned virginity on a lunchroom table. The scene was incredible. Some boys even creamed their pants; I could tell when I saw them rubbing their crotches, then grimace, and then run out of the lunchroom—to the loo, I assume.” She giggled. “Girls were red-faced and had their hands under their clothes. So fuckin’ hot!”

Lynette didn’t realize that her own hand was under her waistband, stroking her vulva, until she noticed where Tom was looking. She blushed, pulled her hand up, and looked at him.

“Tom, your face is all bright red. You okay?”

“Shit, Lynnie, now I’m horny as all fuck!”

“Ooooo, maybe it’s time for some self-help again,” she cooed seductively.

She got off her bed and stood in front of him.

“No scarf now, okay, darling?”

Tom gulped and nodded.

She bent down, hooked her fingers in the waistband of Tom’s pants and pulled them down, urging him to lift his butt. Then she pulled his underpants off, freeing a rampant erection. His shirt was next. Then she pulled on his hands, prompting him to stand up. She pulled him over to her closet door to the full-length mirror there.

“Look, Tom, look in the mirror. You’re naked. A girl undressed you. How do you feel?”

Tom’s head was spinning; he felt dizzy and disoriented. His penis was standing proudly, hard as an iron bar, and he was trying to sort out the sensations he was feeling, because Lynette was running her hands over his entire body: chest, abs, penis, butt, nipples, cheeks, hair, everywhere.

“Tommie, darling, time to undress me now,” she murmured in his ear and stood on her tiptoes to tickle his ear with her tongue.

Tom turned to her slowly, almost mechanically, in a daze, and she took his hands and placed them on the hem of her shirt. He pulled it upward, exposing first her tummy, and then her bra-covered chest, until the shirt was raised over her head and slid off of her upraised arms. He tossed it on the chair beside her and dropped his arms, shaking with his reaction to taking off another person’s clothes. Tom tried not to look directly at his sister’s tight tummy muscles and the frilly red bra that covered her young breasts.

“Keep going, darling, you’re doing fine...” Lynette prompted him. “Shorts next.”

With unsteady hands, he unfastened the waist button of her cutoff jeans and carefully pulled her fly zipper down. He stopped again, shaking, but Lynette grabbed his hands and put them on the waist of her shorts, prompting him to open their front and expose the top of her satiny red panties. Lynette giggled and wiggled her hips.

“Pull down, now, sweetie,” and he did; she wiggled her hips as her shorts fell, stopping at her knees.

“See?” she said. “Not so bad, right? Let’s keep going, darling.”

Tom had begun to sweat. “I’m really trying but this isn’t easy, Lynnie...”

“Just take one step at a time, darling. Help my shorts all the way off.”

Tom leaned over and helped her kick off the shorts, which she left lying on the floor nearby. Tom returned his gaze to his sibling’s partially undressed figure; then blushing, dropped his gaze to the floor.

“My bra, Tom. Do my bra next.”

It took all of Tom’s willpower to move his eyes away from the floor to her chest and then to think about removing Lynette’s bra, but then almost without his thinking about it, his hands took over the task and circled around to her back, searching for the clasp to unfasten the hooks. After a few seconds’ fumbling and Lynette’s giggling, he succeeded. As soon as he unhooked the restraint and its tension was released, he pulled his hands away from her shoulders as if they were blazing hot.

“Not too bad there,” she chuckled. “I’ve heard that most boys have to take a course in bra unhooking ‘cause they are soooo bad at learning how to do that job.”

She snickered again and wiggled her shoulders, letting the bra straps slide off her arms and the garment fell to the floor, exposing her perky pink mounds to his view. Tom took in a shuddering breath through his parched lips; it sounded like the wind blowing dry autumn leaves as his breath sucked into his lungs.

“Okay, my handsome stud, one last step,” Lynette prompted. “Look here.”

She pointed to the tight satin panties which covered her crotch, fitting closely just like a glove on a hand. Tom shivered as he noticed the definite camel toe in the fabric where it stretched tightly between her two thighs. Suddenly he became aware that the sight was so voluptuous that his penis, which had flagged a bit, had again reacted and was now erect and throbbing.

Lynette lightly ran her finger around the elastic waist of her panties, pushing it beneath the material and moving the garment slightly down off her hips.

“Tommie, now you continue doing this,” she instructed in a choked voice.

Tom slowly reached out with his finger, joining Lynette’s finger, and their two fingers together began to slowly pull her panties down, gradually exposing, first her lower abdomen, and then the top of her pubic mound.

Tom’s eyes were tightly closed and his teeth were clenched as her bright red panties dropped down over her thighs, slid over her knees, then dropped and puddled at her feet. Lynette stepped over the garment and kicked it to the side.

“Tommie?” she prompted. “You in there, sweetie? Eyes open now.”

Tom realized that his eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing. He felt that he didn't dare take a breath because doing so might trigger his panic, but he suddenly became aware that his lungs were demanding air. With a gasp, he exhaled loudly and drew in a needed breath.

Then he realized that his naked sister was standing right in front of him.

“Look at me, Tommie,” she breathed. “Like what you see?”

Tom’s eyes finally focused. “Holy shit,” he murmured as his conscious mind returned its control. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, Lynnie.”

Lynette took a deep breath and, moving as if in slow motion, leaned into Tom. She looked down at herself as her breasts neared his chest. At the first touch of her nipples against his skin, she twisted sideways back and forth a bit, rubbing their sensitive tips across his chest. As she did, a burst of heat instantly blossomed inside her, just below her belly button, and radiated down into her groin. The touch of his naked skin against hers felt awesome so she moved her hands around his waist, pulling herself against Tom’s strong body and grinding her belly against Tom’s erection. She could feel the wet, slippery moisture of his precum spreading on the skin between them.

“How’s it feel? Any panic?” she whispered.

“N... n... no,” Tom stuttered. “I’m flooded with crazy sensations, but nothing like panic, and...”

Lynette, gasping with relief, choked back a sob and attacked Tom’s mouth, having to pull down his head to reach his lips. They spent a few glorious minutes dueling with their tongues.

Finally, her neck stiff, she reluctantly pulled away.

Tom sighed and rubbed his own neck. “You’re an awesome kisser, Lynnie,” he sighed. “God, that lunchroom scene really turned you on something fierce! You attacked me like a wild animal!”

“Seriously, Tommie, let’s check something. This is all about you, darling,” Lynette said, smiling.

She turned him toward the mirror and took one of his hands in both of hers, then stood next to him.

“Look at the two of us, darling, both totally naked. Look at yourself, at your buff body, you’re a total hunk, you are. Look at how proudly your gorgeous cock is standing tall, your tight abs, your smooth, broad chest, massive arms. See those thighs, like tree trunks, how they join your hips. You really don’t have a runner’s body, you know, thin and lithe. Yours just looks strong, built for power. Looks awesome.”

She twisted him a little to the right. “And your bum! Bums of steel!” She slapped the nearest cheek and sniggered. “God, you could crack nuts between your bum cheeks! Not your own nuts, though, darling. They’re for me. You’re just perfect! How do you feel being naked with me?”

Tom shivered a tiny bit and shook his head.

“I don’t believe it, sweetie. I don’t feel anything like even a hint of panicking now—well, there is something like the distant echo of that feeling. But it’s not me I’m looking at, it’s you. You’re just so freakin’ beautiful. You described me, so let me tell you what I see. I see long, dark blonde hair in a cute pony-tail, the most amazing eyelashes framing the most amazing hazel eyes. A long sensuous neck. Broad shoulders and chest with the perkiest tits ever—such a cute shape and they come to a point at your nice fat nipples. Hourglass waist and luscious hips. Your pussy is a tight, perfect slit and I love how the hair is trimmed. And your legs are long and smooth. You’re not that tall—but you have a perfect pixie fairy body. And you have the sweetest little bubble-butt too. And I love every inch of all of you.”

She had her arms looped around his neck, so he grabbed her behind her thighs and pulled her up so her legs straddled his hips and their faces were eye to eye. Their mouths met in another passionate kiss. Tom walked over to the bed with her as they kissed; then he bent over and laid her down on it with her feet dangling over the side. He squatted down, parted her legs, and got between them. He looked up at her.

“I need to try this again. Think of that guy licking the girl on the lunchroom table you told me about,” he grinned at her, then dove in.

Tom let his lips brush her labia and his nose sucked in the fragrance of teenaged girl, a hot teenaged girl, not quite an earthy scent, more like tangy and musky, and the source was open for his tongue’s touch. As soon as Tom’s tongue touched her flesh, Lynette’s hands pulled on his head, forcing his face into her wet vulva. Tom licked up and down her labia, forcing his tongue into the crease between her outer and inner lips but avoiding her little pearl. Lynette was moaning and gasping, trying to steer Tom’s head toward her clitoris but he resisted her pulling at him. But soon he stopped the teasing and, after one good slurp to gather Lynette’s juices into his mouth, Tom moved his tongue up and located her little button. With the sensation of Tom’s first laving of her clitoris, Lynette couldn’t stand the anticipation of what she knew was to follow.

“Uuuhhhh! Tommie! Yes, yes, aahhhh, there! Oh! Lick me! Do it!”

Tom obeyed. Tom would do anything Lynette asked him to do. Using his fingers, he gently spread her lips apart, worked her little clitoris with his tongue, and sucked it between his lips.

“Unh... uggghh...nnnnn... aaahhh... nnnnn. NNNNNN!”

Tom grinned to himself—he was having quite an effect on his wonderful step-sister. This was way better than the first time he did this. He kept licking.

"Uuunnhh... eeeeeppp... ooooo... nnnnnn.... Unh, unh... nnnnn. Ohhhh! Fuck! Aaahhhh! Tommie! I’m... ahhh... I’m... unh... I’m... It’s... Yessss... It’s COMING! Ohgod-ohgod-ooogod! Yaaahhhhhh...” she heaved in a great sighing screech.

Her body went rigid, then her hips arched into Tom’s face as she climaxed ... and went limp. Tom rose from his crouch and lay down on the bed next to her; he scooped her into his arms and hugged her against him. He rained little kisses on her eyelids, nose, and cheek, gently caressing her firm nipples, waiting for her to rejoin the world. Soon Lynette’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes opened. He watched as her hazel eyes focused and found his.

“My god, Tommie, what the HELL did you do? That’s gotta be the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole entire life. Oh, sweetie, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, darling.”

Tom felt Lynette’s hand softly drift over his hip and slowly envelop his rigid shaft. She looked over at him with a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and frank lust.

“Poor baby... you’re still like a rock. Does it ever get soft?”

“Heh... Not when you’re naked with me and especially not with your doing that!”

Lynette had begun stroking him. “You like this, right?”

“Oh yeah. It’s really pleased to meet its playmate again.”

Giggle. “Cool. God, I love this thing. When it’s hard like this, its skin feels like silk.”

Lynette rose up and slid down the bed, meanwhile trailing her tongue down Tom’s broad chest and across his flat, hard stomach. His stomach wasn’t the only hard thing in her sight. Lynette shivered; she realized that she was yearning to take him in her mouth again.

She smiled down at Tom’s very excited penis and as she watched, a bubble of clear fluid oozed out of the little slit in its head.

“Wow,” she murmured. “Your thing really looks primed to fire now. When I saw that orgy in the lunchroom today, all I could think of was when we first were naked together.”

“To tell the truth,” Tom whispered, his eyes fixed on Lynette’s erect nipples, “I was scared at what was happening then and felt very embarrassed afterwards. But I think about you every night as I fall asleep.”

Lynette groaned at that and grabbing him, started to work her hand up and down.

Tom gasped and Lynette felt the rivulet of juices leaking out between her legs growing as she began to stroke him. She thought about the other naked boys she saw all day in school; it wasn’t that Tom was particularly bigger than most of them. Maybe he was a little longer than everyone else, certainly somewhat thicker, but his penis was just sooo perfect! She had to make love to it, she simply was totally enamored with it. She licked her lips at the thought of how that marvelous penis would feel stretching her insides and...

Oh shit, he’s my brother and we can’t do that... but... maybe...

Shuddering then, she decided that what she needed was to love it with her upper lips and, letting her legs stretch out behind her as she lay between his legs, she propped herself on her elbows and slowly pumped him.

“Oh Lynnie, oh fuck, that feels so good.” he sighed.

“And I bet I can make it feel even better!”

She moved her mouth down to the base of his shaft and ran her tongue along his penis’s length, up to the corona. Then swirling her tongue across his swollen head, she shuddered as another dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the head’s opening and her tongue picked it up. Tom moaned as she repeated her first motion in reverse, licking all the way down the other side to the root. She gave his balls a kiss and, smiling up at him, started to rub his glorious penis against her cheek. Tom was oozing copiously now and she could feel her face getting icky from the slick sensation. But to show his penis how much she adored it, she moved her head around and rubbed his drooling glans all over her other cheek.

Lynette looked up at Tom’s face. He was wide-eyed, staring down at her, so with a big grin, Lynette opened her mouth and slowly engulfed about a third of the fat organ’s length.

“Goddamn,” Tom moaned, “that looks so fuckin’ hot!”

Gratified at Tom’s reaction, Lynette pulled up a little and giggled around the fat, silky head of his penis. Then opening wider, she took him as far down her throat as she could while she kept her eyes locked on Tom’s. Feeling her gag reflex start to tickle her throat, she pulled back and then closed her eyes and sighed. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of holding Tom’s rock-hard flesh in her mouth, marveling at how it could be so soft but so rigid at the same time.

She opened her eyes again and locked onto Tom’s as she delighted in listening to his little sighs, whimpers, and moans; then she started bobbing her head on the shaft behind the coronal ridge. Now Tom, with a shudder, reached down to Lynette’s head and brushed her hair away from her mouth so he could watch his penis sliding in and out of it. Tom’s eyes kept flicking back and forth between Lynette’s eyes and the sight of her lips wrapped around his organ.

Speeding up her head’s bobbing, Lynette wrapped her fingers around his penis’s root and began using her hand to follow her lips, stroking him, while using her tongue to lash the shaft as her lips slid along its surface. Tom groaned at the new sensation and his fingers clutched Lynette’s hair while his hips began moving, attempting to push his penis deeper into her mouth. Groaning in lust now, Lynette reached down and began fingering her clitoris as she kept her lips firmly fastened around him, sucking and licking. Now she kept her head still and used her tongue to swirl around the head of Tom’s penis while she began caressing his testicles, scraping them lightly with her nails, and when he grunted his approval at that sensation, she ducked her head into his crotch and began licking them, popping one into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Lynnie, shi-i-it...”

“You like?” she pulled off and asked him, then slid her cheek along the shaft of Tom’s penis again.

“I... I can’t believe how good that feels...."

She suddenly captured his penis in her mouth again and began bobbing her head on it as fast as she could while she used her hand to pump away at the part that she couldn’t get in her mouth. Tom began bouncing his hips up, trying to thrust harder into Lynette’s mouth and she began grinding her own hips into the mattress, trying to assuage the burning sensation in her vulva. Then she pulled her mouth off and began using both hands on the shaft, stroking up and down, and using her tongue to lash his glans.

“Fuck... fuck... do it, do it,” Tom gasped, "keep doin’ that, don’t stop, don’t stop!” He was groaning continuously and his thighs began quivering.

Feeling his whole groin area begin to shudder, Lynette pressed her thumb into his taint, the area behind his balls, as she applied suction around the corona and kept her tongue swirling around the crown.

“Gaahhhh... uh, uh, uh,” Tom cried as he exploded in Lynette’s mouth.

As her mouth filled with Tom’s thick, creamy cum, she grunted at the sensation and she felt her belly clench. She felt so close to cumming herself, just from the feeling of Tom’s cum pulsing into her mouth and sliding down her throat. Tom still had his hands holding onto her head all through his orgasm and his hips kept jerking as his balls unloaded their payload. Lynette gave his penis a final mighty suck, attempting to drain Tom of every possible drop of cum, making him whimper at the intense sensation. As Lynette felt her own desire peak, she pressed hard on her clitoris and came in a nice, gentle, glowing cum of her own.

Fully sated now, she licked her lips and gave Tom a loving smile. His face was still screwed up in passion as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He noticed her smiling up at him.

“C’mere, you,” he growled. “You’re fuckin’ awesome, darling.”

She crawled into Tom’s arms and they cuddled, trading little kisses.

“Tom...” Lynette began, “I don’t know what to do. I love you so much... While in my passion of sucking you, I was thinking of us really making love. If we keep this up... I’m afraid. Would us doing that be so wrong? What if our parents had never married. Then we could be a couple for real. So what would be wrong if we’re a couple anyway? I’ve loved you forever, ever since we met, even before they got married.”

Tom groaned. “I know, sweetie. I feel the same. I’m sure this wouldn’t be incest since we’re not biologically related. But we’re meant to be together; I can’t imagine life without you and me together. We’ll figure it out, dearest.”

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