Little English Boy
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Copyright 2021 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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Since leaving Finland 15 years earlier, Mrs Cooper had
noticed the religious views of her American husband had got more and
more conservative. Coupled with the religious school he had enrolled
them in, she was worried about the well-being of their two growing
children: 13-year-old Peter, and 12-year-old Ruth. She was delighted
when her sister invited them all over to stay at the end of May in her
traditional lodge near Kittila in the Lapland region of Finland with
her twin boys Lukas and Mikael, who were Ruth’s age, and their sister
Christa, who was 10. This would be the chance for her children to
experience the very different Finnish culture of her youth. Her husband
would be away on a church conference and she was working too, but she
had persuaded Mr Cooper that they were mature enough to fly on their
own, especially as airlines always take care of unaccompanied children.
This was Peter and Ruth’s first trip abroad and they were so excited.
As she kissed them goodbye and put them in the care of the flight
attendant at New York’s JFK Airport, she reminded them to act like
Finnish children and immerse themselves fully in their cousin’s culture.
**********
13-year-old Peter Cooper went to the same New York Junior High Faith
School as his sister Ruth. He was very protective of her and had always
called her his ‘little’ sister, even though Ruth was only a year
younger than he was. In fact, after her growth spurt the previous year,
she had actually become a bit taller than him. They were now in a plane
over Finland on their very first trip out of the USA, although they had
flown upstate several times for winter skiing, which they both adored.
Their Aunt Helga and her family were Finnish, like their mother, and
she had invited them all over for a two week break in late May. Their
parents had to work, but they thought their kids were mature enough to
make the journey alone, especially as airlines today were always
protective of unaccompanied children. They were unaware their mum
thought the views of her religious American husband were too
straight-laced for the good of her growing children. As they joined the
flight attendant at New York’s JFK airport, mum kissed them both and
reminded them to do as their aunt told them and immerse themselves in
their mum’s native culture to experience how their cousins lived.
There was a lot of turbulence, and this plane was much smaller than the
Jumbo jet they took from New York. Peter did not want to let on to his
sister how anxious he was. Ruth had never been on such a shaky flight
and was equally nervous but didn’t want her brother thinking she was
being a baby. She gratefully clutched his hand as he tentatively moved
it alongside hers and they both put on their bravest of faces. Their
white knuckles gave the game away, so they were fooling no one, and
especially not the lady attendant assigned to watch over these two
unaccompanied children on this internal flight from Helsinki Airport.
She gave them her most reassuring smile.
“We will be approaching Kittila airport in about 5 minutes.”
Peter’s face was white as he attempted and failed to return her smile.
“Err… It’s been somewhat turbulent miss, and… err… I think my little sister is a bit nervous.”
The attendant grinned as the younger sibling gave her brother’s shin a kick.
“What do you mean about me being nervous Peter? My hand is white where you have been squeezing it so tight.”
The attendant saw the girl was equally pale and knew she was just attempting to put on a braver face than her brother.
“It can be a bit bumpy with all the cold air masses swirling around. We
are within the Arctic Circle now, and at this time of year you are in
the land of the midnight sun. After you get picked up from the airport,
do you have far to go?”
Ruth did manage to smile at the attendant, being very glad this bumpy ride would soon be over.
“We are staying with our aunt Helga miss. She has two twin sons the
same age as me and a daughter who is ten. We’ve not actually met them
before but have been in contact over social media. They live up in the
hills about 15 miles from the airport miss. Mum and dad were not able
to come with us as they are working, but mum was born and raised in
Finland and wanted us to experience her native culture. This is our
first trip outside of the US miss.”
The captain’s voice came over the speakers.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are on our final approach to Kittila airport.
Please fasten your seatbelts. We are scheduled to land at 9.15pm and
are on time. The outside temperature is 3 degrees Celsius, 37 degrees
Fahrenheit. Finnair hopes you have had a pleasant flight and we look
forward to welcoming you again on your next trip.”
The plane
gave another bump and the attendant saw their hands were shaking so
leaned over to help them do up their seatbelts. Ruth plucked up the
courage to look out of the window.
“Look at that snow Peter, it’s beautiful. Good job we have our cold weather gear as 37 degrees is bitter for late May.”
They felt another large bump and the attendant saw they instantly
clasped hands tightly. They were still locked together when the plane
came to a halt by the terminal.
“If you would please remain in
your seats until all the other passengers have left, I will take you
into the terminal and stay with you until your aunt picks you up.”
They were seated right by the door and gave a shiver as it opened and
the chill Finnish air entered the fuselage. The other passengers were
soon all off and the attendant ushered Peter and Ruth through the door
into the terminal to pick up their cases. As she helped them put
everything on a trolley, Ruth recognised the blond twins Lukas and
Mikael, together with their younger sister Christa and gave a big wave.
The attendant went over and smiled at their aunt.
“Mrs Andersson? Peter and Ruth have been perfect angels on the flight up from Helsinki.”
Peter gave their temporary guardian a smile.
“Thank you for looking after me and my little sister miss.”
“That goes for me too miss.”
The attendant returned their smiles.
“My pleasure. Have a great holiday and make sure you join in with our culture. It is quite a bit different from yours.”
Aunt Helga was pleased to see her sister had raised such polite
children. She turned to her kids and spoke to them in Finnish. Peter
and Ruth had never heard such a strange language and had no idea what
she had said. Their aunt smiled and spoke to her niece and nephew in
flawless English, with just a trace of an accent.
“The Finnish
language, or Suomi, is very difficult for non-Finns to master and I
just reminded my children to speak English all the time when you are
with them, as is only polite towards guests in our country. You will be
meeting a lot of their schoolfriends and relatives, most of whom will
be fluent in English so there is no need to be nervous.”
She turned to the attendant and gave her a big smile.
“Thank you so much for looking after my sister’s children. We have
quite a lot laid on for our American kin, and I know they will be happy
to fully immerse themselves in our culture. We have many relatives and
friends coming over tomorrow for our traditional Saturday event. They
are bringing their children too, so Peter and Ruth can experience the
very essence of Finnish identity amongst friends and family their own
ages. The forecast in the hills is for more snow, with a frost in the
afternoon and overnight, so everything will be perfect for showing them
our full tradition.”
They didn’t see the attendant’s slight
wink to their aunt as she bid them all goodbye. The kids were soon
giving each other big hugs. Ruth thought the blond twins were such
hunks and wondered how she would get to tell them apart. After putting
all the luggage in the car, they wended their way up into the hills,
Peter and Ruth were delighted with the snow still on the ground and the
dusting on the trees made everywhere look like Christmas. By the time
they arrived at Aunt Helga’s house, it was well after 10pm. Uncle Sven
welcomed his nephew and niece with a big friendly hug and everyone went
into the kitchen for the hot drink and meal he had prepared. Their aunt
explained the sleeping arrangements.
“Ruth, you will be
sleeping in Christa’s room. Mikael and Lukas have their own room, so
Peter, you will be in the spare room. Tomorrow is Saturday and it will
be skiing for you. In the evening we will be joined by more of their
schoolfriends and some of their Finnish cousins, so you children can
enjoy the event which is an important part of the Finnish national
identity. My sister wanted you both to immerse yourselves fully in our
customs and experience how your cousins live.”
Peter thought that sounded fun.
“That is so good of you aunt Helga. Mum said we should join in with all
your local customs and will be delighted to see how different life in
Finland is from the USA.”
Ruth agreed.
“Yes aunt Helga. It’ll be fun to join in. Seeing how local children our own age live will make it even more special.”
After they had all finished Mr Andersson’s meal, their aunt turned to her children.
“Christa, show Ruth where she will be sleeping. Mikael and Lukas, help
your cousins with their cases and show Peter the spare room. It is
getting late, and Peter and Ruth have had a very long tiring day. Once
you have helped them put their stuff away it will be time for you all
to have a shower and then get off to bed.”
Ruth admired the
twins’ muscles as they picked up their heavy cases with ease. Christa
grabbed Ruth’s hand and propelled her to the bedroom. Mikael, or was it
Lukas, dropped off her case. Ruth smiled at him.
“Thanks Mikael.”
He and his sister laughed.
“I’m Lukas.”
Christa grinned at her.
“You’ll soon be able to tell the boys apart.”
As Lukas went off, Ruth was shown where to put all her stuff. Once that was done Christa turned to her cousin.
“We’d better get ready for bed Ruth, as it is late. Come with me and I’ll show you where we have a shower.”
Ruth took out her full length nightie and bath bag and followed
Christa. She wondered why there was a swing door on the bathroom and
where was the lock? As Christa pushed the door open, Ruth saw the twins
were just stepping out of the double shower and was shocked to see they
were stark naked! Christa began to undo her blouse and turned to Ruth.
“Boys are always so slow Ruth. Hurry up you two, us girls need a shower as well.”
Ruth had never seen a boy naked. She recalled that embarrassing talk
with her mother a year ago when she sat her and her brother down and
showed them that book with the annotated drawing of boy parts, and,
even more embarrassingly, the annotated drawing of girl parts as Peter
sat alongside her. Ruth almost thought mother wanted her and Peter to
get undressed so she could give them a live demonstration. She felt
herself go as red as she had been on that day but couldn’t take her
eyes away from these real boy parts in front of her. Those two drawings
had been seared into her brain. The first one had been titled ‘Male
Genitalia’ and, as she studied her cousins, she ticked off all the
labelled parts –
As she was drinking this all in, Ruth began to get an odd feeling
between her legs, something she had never experienced before. Turning
back to Christa, she was aghast to see her cousin had now taken off all
her clothes. Ruth remembered her father’s strict instructions that
girls had to be modest at all times, but Christa was standing in her
birthday suit right next to her two naked brothers. Christa grinned and
Ruth was stunned as she grabbed the larger penis and held it up.
“I told you you’d soon be able to tell them apart Ruth. My brother with this bigger penis is Mikael.”
Mikael gave Christa an exasperated look.
“Christa! You know that’s not the only thing.”
He grinned at his younger sister and gave out a big laugh.
“Sisters! What can you do with them Ruth?”
He bent down and lightly kissed Christa’s forehead as he brushed her hand off.
“Lukas threw a toy car at me when I was three Ruth. It gave me this scar over my eye.”
She watched his male genitalia swing about as Mikael walked right up, lowered his head, and pointed to a small scar.
“This will help you tell me and Lukas apart Ruth.”
Ruth was still looking at the other option. She then watched the shorter penis and testicles swaying as Lukas came over.
“I have this scar on my knee Ruth. Mikael pushed me over, which was why I hit him with my toy car.”
He pointed to his knee, but Ruth’s eyes were focussed much higher. Christa came right up.
“Me being a girl Ruth, I have no scars at all. Check me out.”
Christa beamed proudly at her cousin as she stood there with hands on
her hips and legs apart. In Ruth’s small junior high faith school, the
girl’s showers by the gym and pool had individual cubicles in which to
change and shower, so Ruth never had a chance to see a naked girl
before. Her father had said looking at yourself in a mirror was the sin
of pride, so she had only briefly studied her own body and now took
this opportunity to compare herself with another girl. She saw Christa
was almost flat on top with two slight swellings. Her 1½ inch long
vulva was just a featureless slit and she had no pubic hair. Her cousin
looked very different, but she was younger of course. Christa turned to
display her back and giggled as she gave her bare bottom a wiggle.
“There Ruth you’ve seen all over and there is not a mark on me.”
She was astounded Christa was being so casual as she was baring her all to the twins as well. Christa looked at Ruth.
“What are you waiting for? You can’t have a shower like that. Hurry up and get all your clothes off.”
Ruth was horrified as there were boys here and she was not sure father
would approve of her being naked in front of Christa either and froze.
Her cousin grinned as she gave her brothers a firm smack on their
bottoms to move them along.
“Off you go to bed boys.”
Christa gave a tut as the twins grinned and each smacked the nearest of
her butt cheeks before leaving. As the bathroom door swung shut,
Christa looked at her cousin and giggled as she rubbed those red
handprints on her rear.
“Brothers! What can you do with them Ruth?”
**********
Peter had put everything away and was holding his pajamas as he went
towards the bathroom. It was just after 11 but there was still so much
light outside. He had heard of the midnight sun, but it was really
strange to experience it. The bathroom had a swing door and he wondered
how it locked. There was a glass panel above and he could see there was
no light on inside. He pushed the door open to step in and was
mortified to see Christa facing him as she towelled her back. Someone
was in the shower too. He went scarlet and turned his back on his
cousin as he stuttered an apology.
“Err… I’m so sorry Christa… err… I saw no light and… err… thought… err… the bathroom was… err… empty.”
Peter was horrified as Christa came over to drop the towel in the
basket alongside him, although apparently his willy was not. Christa
seemed oblivious she was stark naked and just chatted away.
“That’s OK Peter. Here in the land of the midnight sun, there’s no need for lights. I’ve finished so you just carry on.”
She then turned towards the running shower.
“Peter is here for his shower Ruth. Are you finished yet?”
Peter heard the shower door slam and his eyes swung round. Through the
misted glass he could see the hazy form of his naked sister. He made
out her curving breasts before she quickly turned away from him. His
willy tingled as her rear accidentally pressed against the wet glass
and he saw her butt crack clear as day. Ruth screeched at him.
“Get out Peter! You can’t come in here.”
Despite that stirring down below, everything his father taught him meant he had to be a good brother with his little sister.
“Err… I’m very sorry Ruth. Err… I didn’t know you were in there. Err… I’m leaving. Err… So sorry Ruth.”
Christa shrugged and followed him out.
“We’re family Peter. What’s your problem?”
What is up with this girl he thought? She must be crazy walking about naked. He turned to her and his willy reacted.
“Err… Well… err… Christa… err… we all expect… err… privacy in the USA.”
She thought her American cousins were weird.
“We do things differently here. We’ll soon have you used to our Finnish ways.”
Peter did not know what to make of that.
Christa was the first naked girl he’d ever seen and he was comparing
her with that embarrassing drawing his mum showed him and Ruth last
year when she sat them both down for that talk. Female Genitalia it had
been called, but his cousin looked nothing like what he remembered.
Where was all the pubic hair? Christa had just a simple slit between
her legs, with no folds of skin or anything poking out at the top.. He
couldn’t remember what that bit at the top of the slit was called but
knew it had a funny name. On top she looked the same as him. He had
seen Ruth’s sweaters sticking out and had just now caught a fuzzy
glimpse of her breasts, so why didn’t Christa have them? He remembered
that other embarrassing drawing entitled Male Genitalia. Why did mum
have to show Ruth that, particularly as it was so accurate. After that
embarrassing talk, he had noticed Ruth stealing furtive glances at the
front of his trousers. He had been horrified to think that his little
sister could now picture what he looked like down there. But why didn’t
Christa’s female genitalia look like those in the drawing? Perhaps
Finnish girls are different.
The bulge in his pants was
becoming very apparent, but thankfully he saw Christa was not looking
down there. He quickly turned away and went back to his room, leaving
Ruth to finish her shower. That hazy image of his sister’s breasts, and
then her clear butt crack, drifted across his mind. His priest warned
of eternal damnation if boys touched themselves down there, but he was
always willing to risk that, and this one was super urgent. He got out
the tissues, then laid on his bed to pull his t-shirt right up and push
his trousers and underpants right down.
**********
In
the bathroom, his sister was still mulling over what happened. After
the boys left, Ruth had never been so embarrassed when Christa just sat
down to urinate right in front of her and didn’t know where to look
when she stood up, opened her vulva, then wiped herself off. Ruth was
very concerned at getting naked in front of Christa, especially when
she suggested they shower together like her brothers did. She just told
her to go ahead while she got ready. Ruth was very slow in order to
give her cousin time to finish. With an adept use of a large towel she
managed to undress and still keep her private parts private, just as
her father had always told her they must be. When it came to taking her
shower, she obviously couldn’t keep the towel around her, but as
Christa stepped out she saw the glass was all steamy. In a single swift
movement and with her back to her cousin, she dropped her towel and
jumped in, quickly closing the door behind her. Ruth realised she’d
forgotten her bath bag with her own special soap. She opened the shower
door to see Christa wasn’t even looking and was drying her back. She
went to grab the towel to retain her modesty when she heard Peter. He
was in the bathroom! A second later and he might have seen parts of his
sister bare. She slammed the door shut and turned her back, as seeing
her bottom was the least worst option. Her rear did feel a bit cold,
but with the steamy glass she was sure he couldn’t see anything.
Anyway, he was always such a good brother and would avert his eyes.
Fortunately, Peter and Christa quickly left and she was able to
retrieve her soap and begin her shower. After that long stuffy plane
journey, Ruth sighed as, at last, she was able to get all the sweat
off. Finally, she moved her hands to do her most private part. She was
surprised it was all slippery down there and something was sticking out
at the top. From the ‘Female Genitalia’ drawing, she knew it was the
clitoris that was at the top of her labia minora, but it had never been
swollen like this. She hoped it was not infected and touched the
glistening pink knob. It was like she had grabbed a live wire. She
touched it again and had never experienced anything so good. Her finger
wouldn’t stop and Ruth became breathless as she moaned in pleasure. Her
knees almost gave out as her body shook with that most incredible
feeling.
Towelling herself off, she had no idea what happened.
She put the towel in the basket, with all her sweaty clothes and
undies. She slipped on her nightie and went to tell Peter the bathroom
was free. Her mind was still in a spin and, without thinking, she just
opened the door. She was mortified to see him on his bed with his
trousers and underpants down and his t-shirt pulled up. She thought she
must have caught him in the middle of getting ready for bed. His penis
was swollen and bigger than even Mikael’s as he held it up in the air
with the glans and meatus so visible. He was groaning as he rubbed his
scrotum and white stuff was squirting out of his meatus. Ruth thought
he might have hurt himself but she couldn’t possibly help her brother
down there. She quickly shut the door and apologised profusely from the
other side.
“Err… I’m so sorry Peter. Err… Please forgive me. Err… err… The bathroom is… err… free now… err… Peter.”
**********
As Peter pumped away to that crystal clear image of Ruth’s butt crack,
he was in a world of his own. He closed his eyes, the better to sharpen
that hazy view of his sister’s breasts. Here it comes he thought. He
yanked back hard with his right hand as he rubbed his balls with his
left. Peter moaned as Nirvana swept over him and he felt the warm
liquid spatter all up his chest. His brain returned from its temporary
location between his legs and his sister’s voice finally got through.
“…Err… err… The bathroom is… err… free now… err… Peter.”
His eyes sprang open and snapped towards the door. Phew, that was close
he thought. A good job Ruth always knocks and waits outside before
coming in. As he reached for the tissues, Peter wondered why her voice
sounded squeaky.
“Thanks sis. I’ll have my shower now. Sorry about earlier. See you in the morning.”
**********
As Ruth stood outside his door, she felt bad abandoning her brother
when he was clearly in pain. She was so relieved as he replied. He
sounded a bit out of breath but otherwise fine. She went back into
Christa’s room to see she was lying naked on her bed with eyes closed
and a hand between her wide open legs. Ruth was stunned when she
realised her cousin was doing just what she had been doing in the
shower and was stroking the top of her bare featureless slit. Christa’s
body shook as she gave out a loud moan. She opened her eyes and grinned
at Ruth.
“I always have such a good night’s sleep after rubbing there. Don’t you find it helps you sleep Ruth?”
Her cousin went red.
“Err… err… err…”
“Do you need me to help? When my best friend Mimi is sleeping over it is even better if she does me, then I do her.”
“Err… No thanks… err… Christa.”
She heard a tap on the wall and a boy’s voice spoke in that strange tongue.
“Speak English Lukas. Ruth is here.”
“Sorry Ruth. I was just asking Christa if she could come in and help me get to sleep.”
His sister called back.
“OK Lukas, we’ll be there in a minute.”
She turned to Ruth.
“Come on. Let’s get the boys off to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
Ruth followed her cousin. As they entered the boys’ bedroom, she saw
they were still stark naked as they lay on the bed. Ruth felt that odd
tingle between her legs to see those living male genitalia again.
Christa went over to Lukas and picked up his penis in her left hand and
began to slide back and forth. Ruth saw his glans and meatus pop out of
the skin on the end of his penis, then pop back in again. So that was
why she hadn’t seen those annotated boy parts in the bathroom, as they
were all covered up. Ruth wondered why the drawing came to omit that.
She was amazed when his penis began to get even larger and stiffen up.
It went rigid and must be over six inches long now. Christa looked over
at Mikael.
“Do you need some help too?”
He smiled at his sister.
“Yes please Christa.”
“Would you like to help Mikael Ruth? It’s getting late and will save us time.”
Everything her father taught her warned Ruth she couldn’t possibly do
that, but her right hand had other ideas and reached out for that
larger penis. It was so soft, and warm too. She began to copy Christa’s
movements and could feel it grow in her hands. It looked so funny as
the glans popped out like a Jack-in-a-box and his meatus seemed to wink
at her when she pulled the skin right back. The softness was soon
replaced by total rigidity. She thought it was just over 7 inches long
and wondered how it managed to do that.
“It always speeds things up Ruth if you gently rub that sack dangling below. Just like this.”
Ruth saw Lukas’s bottom rise off the bed as he groaned and five white jets shot out of his meatus.
Ruth reached down and massaged that sack as her other hand slid
backwards and forwards. She was exploring his testicles when Mikael
gave a pained squeal. Her experienced cousin came over and gave some
advice.
“Don’t squeeze too hard, as those boy parts are very sensitive.”
“Err… I’m… err… so sorry… err… Mikael.”
Mikael gave Ruth a smile, then a goofy grin as her right hand resumed
activities. She was much more gentle with her left on that floppy sack.
His bottom rose off the bed and she felt the sack tighten up as he gave
out a loud moan. That penis was very much alive as it went rock hard
and Ruth felt ten pulses as jet after jet of that white stuff emerged
from Mikael’s meatus. It had surprised her so much that she jumped when
it began to pulse and the first two squirts landed on her nightie. The
final few pulses were weaker and just oozed out to slide down his penis
and over her right hand.
Suddenly, the door opened and Uncle
Sven came in completely naked. Ruth snatched her hand away from
Mikael’s deflating penis and stood up as she tried to use the back of
her nightie to wipe that sticky stuff off. He gave her a smile.
“I’m glad to see you are helping Christa make sure the boys get a good
night’s sleep. You have a packed day ahead and will all need to be
alert when tackling the ski slopes. Will Christa be helping you get a
good night’s sleep later Ruth?”
“Err… err… err…”
He gave his niece another smile.
“You’ve got some of Mikael’s semen on your nightie.”
She was transfixed as uncle Sven’s even larger male genitalia swung
about as came over. Before she could say anything he reached down to
grab the hem of her nightie. Ruth froze, unable to cover herself as her
arms were stuck in the sleeves as uncle Sven whisked her nightie right
up and then off. He smiled as he moved her hands back down to her
sides.
“There you are Ruth; I’ll get this washed for you. In
Finland, our custom is to sleep without any clothes on, so you’re all
ready for bed now. I just came in to say goodnight to you all.”
He gave his sons a nod, then kissed Christa’s forehead. Ruth was
surprised how the warmth of his body felt so comforting as he wrapped
his arms around his niece in that loving hug. He had such a sweet smile
as he lightly kissed her cheek.
“Show Ruth how to clean up the boys will you please Christa.”
“Yes father.”
“Goodnight boys, goodnight Christa, and goodnight to you Ruth.”
As he walked off, he gave both girls an affectionate smack on their bare bottoms, then winked at them.
“Now, don’t forget we have a long day tomorrow, so you girls need to make sure you get a good night’s sleep too.”
Ruth was in shock at what just happened. As she recovered, she still
felt that love all down her front from her uncle’s warmth, and in her
rear where his large hands had gently rubbed her bottom. She had a
tingle there too which was surprisingly pleasant. Her reflection in the
wardrobe mirror confirmed she was now completely naked and she thought
about covering up but could see no one was even bothering to look at
her. Her cousin was moving on to the final task.
“Let’s get these boys cleaned up Ruth. There’s a cloth by the sink and I’ll show you how we do it.”
Christa wet the cloth and added some soap, then went over to Lukas and
sat down on his bed. His penis had gone right down now and she held it
by that loose skin as she cleaned all the white stuff up. After wiping
all over his penis, she pulled the loose skin right back and Ruth saw
it was all sticky under there too.
“Always wash under this skin to make sure it is clean. You don’t want the boys getting an infection.”
Ruth saw she was rubbing quite briskly and Lukas’s penis started to
grow again. As she watched it rise, Ruth felt that warm tingle in her
bottom beginning to spread. When Lukas was rigid, Christa explained.
“It helps if you rub hard to make it all stiff, as it is so much easier to get it thoroughly clean when it is like this.”
Christa continued with the cloth, then got a towel to rub it dry.
Finally, she slid the skin back and gave it a pat. Ruth saw it bounce
and noticed that now Lukas’s penis was all stiff and much longer, the
glans and meatus were exposed.
“Now you have seen how it is done, would you like to clean up Mikael?”
Ruth soaped up the cloth, then lifted Mikael’s penis by the loose skin
and moved it out of the way. She put her thumb and two fingers in the
white puddle around his belly button and rubbed together. She held them
up to her nose.
“It’s all sticky and has sort of a chemical smell.”
She touched that white stuff on her tongue.
“It doesn’t taste too bad though.”
Christa smiled and nodded as her cousin mopped up Mikael’s semen. After
cleaning all over his penis, Ruth pulled the skin right back and wiped
everything off.
“You need to get it rigid now.”
Mikael had had a massive ejaculation and Ruth didn’t seem to have the knack, as it barely grew. Her cousin smiled.
“Here, let me try.”
Christa wrapped her hand around his penis, squeezed, then her hand became a blur. Her experience soon told.
“There Ruth, carry on like that. Stop when it gets rigid as boys can squirt semen again if you go on too long.”
Ruth took over and followed her cousin’s instructions. She loved the
sensation as Mikael’s penis swelled in her hands to push her fingers
apart. That warm tingle in her bottom had spread all round between her
legs, and now Mikael was rigid. After washing everything off, she let
go and could see it was quickly bobbing up and down. She wondered why,
then she had an idea and put her hand in the middle of his chest. She
was right!
“Mikael’s penis is pulsing in time with his heartbeat.”
Christa nodded as she made herself comfortable on Lukas’s bed with one leg on the floor and her knee on the bed.
“That’s right Ruth. You know blood circulates in and out of every part
of your body, which for a boy includes his penis. If his brain gives a
signal to restrict the flow on the way out, then as more blood goes in
it cannot all escape so the penis gets longer and stiffer just like a
balloon being blown up. When it gets fully stiff, each heartbeat pumps
more blood in his penis so it briefly pulses before some of the blood
manages to escape to continue round the body.”
Ruth smiled at Mikael.
“Wow, that is amazing. A boy’s body is so neat. Does it hurt when it get stiff Mikael?”
“No Ruth, quite the opposite in fact, and when my semen squirts out the
feeling is incredible. It is the most natural thing in the world for a
boy’s penis to go stiff. Four years ago, mum and dad told me, Lukas,
and Christa all about puberty and that as it starts for boys, our brain
will sometimes test that signal at all sorts of odd times, making our
trousers stick out. Here in Finland we are all taught about our bodies
and how they change at puberty, so everyone just ignores such a natural
thing and it soon goes back down.”
Christa chipped in.
“Peter’s trousers were sticking right out as he left the bathroom., but his penis has probably gone back down by now.”
Mikael continued.
“See Ruth, all quite natural for Peter’s penis to go up and down. Mum
and dad told us that as puberty advances, semen will come out of a
stiff penis to show you are becoming a man. On 14th October last year
it came out for the first time while I was asleep and made a mess. Dad
told mum to show Christa how to get it out at bedtime so my sheets
aren’t soiled. I always sleep so much better now.”
Ruth was astonished he could be so precise.
“How come you remember that exact date?”
Mikael reached into his bedside drawer and passed over a small book.
“After mum and dad gave us that talk about puberty, we got this special
diary for recording our progress. If we have a school medical or visit
our doctor, we can take it along to show how we have been doing.”
Ruth flicked through the diary to see all sorts of detail recorded. The
words were in Finnish so she couldn’t fully understand them, but there
were a list of dates with numbers alongside, complete with two
illustrative graphs, one having two lines on it. The monthly dates
along the bottom ranged from four years ago continuing up to the next
four years. The other axis was marked in centimetres. On the graph with
two lines, the higher line was virtually flat for the first three years
at 6 centimetres, but then it rose steeply so that the entry last
Friday was 18 centimetres, which was a bit over 7 inches. That was how
long she had thought his erect penis was, which must be what the top
line is illustrating. The lower line currently ended with last Friday’s
entry at 12 centimetres, which was over 4½ inches. That was how long
his penis was in the bathroom, so the lower line must be the soft
length, which she noted had remained at 4 centimetres up to last year.
She was not sure about the other graph. It had just one line that was
similarly flat at 1.8 centimetres for three years and last Friday
showed that whatever it was recording was 5.1 centimetres long, or 2
inches. She saw Mikael’s note for 14th October but couldn’t read the words, although there were five exclamation marks after it.
Christa took over.
“I get the boys’ measurements and they do mine so I can record it in my
book. The boys’ penises were still quite small until a year ago. Their
scrotums were then also snug with tiny testicles inside…”
Ruth looked down and saw Mikael’s testicles were about 2 inches long, so that must be what the other graph was for.
“…and they had no hair there either. Their brain occasionally fired
that signal even then, and we all thought those thin little bald
penises looked so cute as they went stiff. Dad explained to us how a
girl’s body changes as we get older.”
Lukas took up the story.
“We can see Christa’s breasts are only just beginning to grow but her
vulva still looks the same as always. They will change over the next
year or so to look just like yours. Christa hasn’t had her first period
yet but dad said we will all go out and celebrate when that milestone
happens to her.”
Lukas looked down and smiled.
“I see your clitoris has grown and is sticking out.”
Ruth felt that incredibly pleasant shock as Lukas leant over and squeezed it.
“Dad said it’s like a boy’s penis, but smaller and nothing comes out.
Yours is the first mature clitoris I have felt and it’s warm and quite
stiff. It is all slippery too.”
He then reached down to his sister. Christa just looked between her legs as Lukas opened her slit and touched the top.
“You can see Christa’s clitoris is still tiny, but dad explained to us
that it will help her get to sleep if she gently rubs it. He said a
girl’s clitoris will sometimes stick out. No doubt in a year or so,
Christa’s will get as big as yours.”
Ruth was astonished her
cousins knew so much about each other’s bodies. They were also OK
letting their most private parts be touched. She knew nothing about
Peter’s body and tonight’s accident was the first time she had been
able to confirm he looked just like that drawing, but there was no way
she could touch Peter’s genitalia. Her father had told her that no one
should ever be seen undressed by the opposite sex until they are
married, and even then they should keep certain private parts covered
or they would end up in hell. When she asked him which parts, he had
just gone red and waved his arms vaguely around his chest and between
his legs mumbling ‘these areas’.
Mikael looked at her.
“I assume you help Peter get to sleep?”
Her cousins saw Ruth go scarlet and wondered why.
“Err… err… Never. Err… We don’t… err… do that… err… in America.”
Her brain was a bit fogged with the tingling between her legs, but then it clicked what Peter had been doing.
“Err… I think Peter… err… helps himself… err… get to sleep.”
She saw the boys nod, then Mikael smiled at his sister.
“We do that sometimes, but it’s better when Christa does it. Are you going to finish drying me off Ruth?”
“Err… Sorry Mikael, of course I will.”
She picked up the towel and pulled the skin right back. Holding his
rigid penis by the glans, she rubbed him dry then slid back his skin.
She gave it a little pat and his penis bounced up and down with the
glans and meatus on show. She smiled at her cousin and bent down to
give his forehead a kiss.
“Goodnight Mikael. Sleep well.”
He slipped under the quilt, and she saw there was a bulge in the middle.
“Goodnight Ruth, goodnight Christa.”
Christa leant down to kiss her brother’s forehead.
“Goodnight Lukas. Sleep well.”
She slid his quilt over to cover him, and Ruth saw there was a slightly smaller bulge.
“Goodnight Christa, goodnight Ruth.”
They left the boys to get their good night’s sleep. As they went back into their bedroom, Christa sighed.
“The things I have to do for my brothers. It’s such a chore.”
Ruth thought, what chore? She’d never had so much fun. Christa saw her cousin’s clitoris was still sticking out.
“I’ve already done myself, but daddy said we both need to get a good night’s sleep. Do you want me to help you?”
Ruth felt that enjoyable warm tingle where uncle Sven gave her bare bottom a loving smack, and it had been spreading.
“Err… Yes please Christa.”
“OK Ruth, lay down and bring your knees right up, then drop them sideways so they are flat on the bed.”
Ruth did as she was told and went red to be so fully exposed. Christa separated her lips, noting how wet they were.
“Would you like me to put my finger in your vagina and rub there as I stroke your clitoris?”
Ruth had never had anything inside her vagina and was feeling a bit nervous
“Err… Will it hurt?”
Christa grinned at her cousin.
“When Mimi sleeps over and does it to me, it’s the best thing ever. It’s even better if you close your eyes and relax.”
“OK.”
Ruth closed her eyes. Christa lightly touched the entrance to her vagina. Her cousin flinched, so she spoke softly.
“Relax Ruth, relax.”
Christa picked up a long feather from her bedside drawer and lightly
ran it round her labia minora, then used it to stroke that glistening
pink clitoris. Ruth gave out a long ‘Mmmm’. Christa kept this up for a
minute and her cousin was positively purring with pleasure. She then
circled two fingers around her cousin’s vagina and Ruth jerked her
bottom off the bed to thrust against them. Ruth was so wet that Christa
slid right in to touch that rough spot. Christa heard a moan as she
strummed her fingers across it, with the feather continuing to lightly
work on her clitoris. She smiled as Ruth’s bottom thrust harder and
harder against the intruding digits. Her breathing changed and Christa
knew her cousin was so close. She timed it just right as she dropped
the feather, pushed both fingers in hard and squeezed her pink button.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my Gooodddddd!”
Ruth’s vaginal walls squeezed so much harder on Christa’s soaking
fingers than Mimi’s ever did. As she felt her cousin’s spasms ease off,
Christa was able to remove her fingers. She saw Ruth’s eyes were
unfocussed.
“Wow Christa, I’ve never felt anything so intense. I thought I was melting. Thank you so much.”
Christa smiled as she covered her cousin up.
“You’ll sleep like a log now.”
She bent down to kiss her cousin’s forehead.
“Goodnight Ruth.”
Ruth mumbled something which could have been ‘Goodnight Christa’ but she was already fast asleep.