Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge 1

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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[Introduction]

The Anderson family owned a rustic, country get-away where generations of Andersons reunited for a couple of weeks each summer. This summer, the extended Anderson family children aged 12 to 15 have sexual adventures none of them planned with the girls, of course, in charge.

Saw Mill Ridge

In 1947, Jack Anderson, Naval Veteran of WWI passed away leaving his estate to Jack, Jr., him-self a decorated veteran of the next “War to End All Wars”: a staff sergeant with the 82nd Airborne Division.

Jack, Jr became the owner of the Saw Mill Ridge compound; so named because it was at the base of a ridge and it once contained a Saw Mill. The saw mill shut down during the Great Depression and was scrapped during the war for parts and salvage.

All that remained was the bunk house and another building that was used as a combination school house / chapel for what used to be a small, independent town of about 200 people. The families stayed in about 40 houses (long since gone) and the young, unmarried men stayed in the bunk-house.

Also included in the inheritance was several hundred acres of timberland that Jack, Jr. sold off to finance the refurbishment of the bunk house.

Originally, the bunk house was upgraded rather crudely as a hunting lodge for the men of the family, but though the 50’s and 60’s, the men of the family partitioned it off into living quarters (a large room that served as a combination kitchen, dining room, living room) and a number of bedrooms, most with built in bunk beds that can accommodate 4 kids.

It went from a rather rustic hunting lodge to a place where three generations of families came to vacation.

It still lacked some of the amenities like TV (They were out of range of any stations, cable was out of the question, and due to the seasonal use, satellite TV was simply too expensive. The best they had was a re-purposed TV and DVD player).

To the chagrin of the younger generation, there was no Wi-Fi and not even cell phone service.

[Prequel– Patsy]

I had mixed thoughts about going back to Saw Mill Ridge. I have a lot of fond memories of the place as a little girl, taking long walks, looking at the flowers, splashing and playing in the stream and catching hypothermia in the ice-cold lake. Not that it stopped any of us kids from swimming in it. We’d come out shivering with numb extremities and blue lips, lay down in the sun, thaw out and jump back in.

But that was little girl me. I’ going into middle school in the fall and I have a social life that I’ll have to put on hold for a couple of weeks.

On the other hand, my Cousin Emily will be there. She and I share a lot in common like going to middle school and I always enjoy whatever time we have together at family get togethers. She always “bunks” with me, so it will be like a sleepover.

On yet the other hand, all my male cousins will be there. I can’t do much about Michael, he’s Emily’s twin and I don’t have much of an issue with Greg; both of them are sweet boys.

It’s Brad and Ike that are the issue. Brad is 15 and thinks, he’s the king of our generation. He’s always picking on us younger children, especially Emily and me. Ike is his loyal lackey and sort of rides his older brother’s coattails. I think he could be a nice boy if it weren’t for Brad’s influence.

[Prequel – Emily]

I’m looking forward to meeting up with Patsy at the camp. I always enjoy playing with her. The camp brings back some interesting memories. I recall the time that she and I and my brother and Greg got together in the old schoolhouse to play “Doctors and Nurses.”

Curiosity was stronger than modesty. I kind of blush when I think how the boys got to see us naked, but on a 6-year-old, how much is there to see? Our senses of modesty weren’t fully developed.

I still smile when I recall seeing their little “boy things.” I had seen my brother’s thing as a very little girl, but even then it was an event well into my past. I never got to touch it or do anything with it then.

I expected that all boys would look the same “down there,” but Greg’s looked different. It was hidden. Michael’s thing was open, I could see the mushroom-like head. Greg was surrounded by skin. At first, I thought that it was because he was older; 7 years old to be precise and that maybe boys grew a hood when they got older. He explained that it always looked that way.

I now know that the reason the two boys looked different is because my brother is circumcised and Greg isn’t. However, it was interesting to me see another kind of penis. To Patsy, it was interesting to see any kind of penis. She admitted this was her first time.

One of the things neither of us expected was that as we did our nurse examinations on them that they would get hard and big and stick out all on their own. We asked the boys why it did that and they said, that it just sort of happened.

I’m glad I had the experience; it made my human development class make more sense. There were quite a few girls in my class who didn’t know what boys looked like.

[Prequel – Michael]

I like going to the country, but this year, there’s a problem. Every time I thought of that game we played in the schoolhouse, I got hard. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, but lately, for some reason, it excited me in a funny way. Remembering what the girls looked like naked was part of it. But I was naked too, and so was Greg and that was embarrassing. That part of the play kept coming back to haunt me.

I remember Emily and Cousin Patsy touching me and how good that felt. So I touched myself pretending it was them. I started touching myself some more and discovered how to make myself feel really good. I’ve been doing it almost every day ever since I figured it out.

Then a couple of months ago, it started feeling even better and better and then this liquid started coming out. At first it was kind of clear, but it got cloudier and cloudier and there’s more of it. What’s really good is that it feels ten times better than before I started squirting.

I also found it felt better when I thought about girls, especially girls in my class. Even looking at my sister got me hard. She’s a very pretty girl.

Since I’ll be sleeping in the same room with my cousins, I’m not going to get to do that at the bunkhouse. I don’t know if I can go that many days without doing it. I’d just die if they knew I did this thing.

[Prequel – Greg]

This year is going to be fun at camp. Brad tells us that he’s arranged to sneak in a case of beer. I don’t know how and he’s not saying. Also, he said that he would be bringing his magazines again.

I remember the magazines from last year. They had pictures of naked men and women doing all kinds of things together. Looking at them then made me hard. Every time I think of them I got hard and had to play with myself.

Playing with myself has always felt good, but now that I am squirting, it feels even better. I don’t know if I can take looking at the magazines without doing it. I heard that all boys do it, but I’m afraid to ask my cousins about it. I wonder if they do it the same way I do.

The closest I came was the time when us four younger kids played a naked game in the schoolhouse. I remembered how different my cousin’s penis looked like from mine. It was all open and so cute. I wonder what my other cousins look like.

[Prequel – Ike]

It’s going to be fun at the bunkhouse. Brad’s got hold of a case of beer and he’s hidden it in the well in the trunk where the spare tire should be. As long as we don’t get a flat tire, we’ll be OK.

He also promised to take his stash of magazines with us. I’m not sure why. I doubt we’ll get a chance to do anything with everyone else around.

Brad and I have an unspoken agreement on masturbation. We each know the other one does it. However, we are discrete and wait until we are alone or if we do it at night in our room, we simply pretend we didn’t hear or see anything. We never did it openly in front of each other: plausible deniability.

We are not going to get a chance for privacy. Even the bathroom is a latrine-style room with urinals and everything. There’s no door, but the walls separate it from the living room / dining room / kitchen so you have to go around a couple of corners to get there so at least nobody can look in, but anyone can walk in.

Aunt Janet caught me in there one night last year. It seems we both got the urge in the middle of the night at the same time. Fortunately, I was just standing there peeing. She said “excuse me” and left. When I got out she apologized again and told me she would forget about it and that we would not have to talk about it ever again. I’m sure she saw everything. I would have just died if it were Emily or Patsy that caught me. I don’t think they would have kept a lid on it.

So masturbation is off the table; we’ll be sharing a room with my cousins. They are bound to notice if we do anything.

[Prequel – Brad]

I have the beer safely stored in the wheel well in the trunk. I’ll wait until mom is busy and then Ike and I will sneak it out and take it down to the stream and bury it under some rocks. That should keep it nice and cool.

I don’t like the idea of hanging out with my younger cousins. They’re just a bunch of kids, but I can probably get them to do just about anything for some beer and a look at the magazines. I’m a bit uncomfortable with one of the magazines, but I nonetheless find it fascinating. Ike certainly likes it, based on how many times he borrows it.

This year, it’s going to be different with my cousins. I’m going to show them what real men do and what they have to look forward to when they grow up.

Of course, we’ll have to ditch Emily and Patsy. I suppose we’ll have to do some things with them, but I’m looking forward to some “boys only” fun.

[Day 1 – Patsy]

Mom and dad and I are the advanced guard for the group. We were first to arrive and had to turn on the water, gas and electricity. Dad also did an inspection of the grounds and cleared out some of the debris apparently from a winter storm.

Mom and I searched the place for unwanted squatters. This year, no raccoons, snakes or birds: just a bunch of spiders whose webs we dispatched with brooms.

As dad put away some of the provisions we brought, mom and I swept and dusted the place. It was quite presentable by the time Aunt Janet and Uncle Jim arrived with Emily and Michael.

We all pitched in to put the final touches on the place.

[Day 1 – Emily]

I was growing ever impatient on the trip up. It’s been months since I’ve seen Patsy. I had so much to tell her. At first I didn’t know if I wanted to tell her, but then I decided that she just had to know. It would have to wait. It wasn’t the kind of thing I could discuss within earshot of mom and dad or any of my aunts and uncles and certainly not the boys.

I was so excited to see their car parked outside. I got out of the car as soon as it stopped and ran inside to find my cousin and give her a big hug. Mom and dad called me out to help lug some of the stuff in.

Michael was glad to be the first boy to arrive. He got pick of the bunks. For some reason, he wanted a top bunk.

About an hour later Aunt Bess and Uncle Bob arrived with Greg. Greg claimed the other top bunk and the two boys went off for a short hike to the admonishment of our parents not to go too far and not to be gone too long.

I took a cue from the boys and suggested that Patsy and I take a walk. “We’re just going to walk around the field.” I said to quell any questions from the ‘rents.

The field is a somewhat squarish plot lined with trees and a perimeter dirt road. On one corner was the house and in another was the old schoolhouse. In the middle was some sort of crop. Apparently, my uncle rents the land to some farmer. We were told to stay out of his crops.

It’s nearly two miles to go around the entire road.

We walked half way around the field before I had the courage to tell Patsy what I had to tell her. She was chatting away about school and shopping and under normal circumstances I would have been interested in what she had to say. But I knew I had something more important to tell her.

“Patsy,” I said, “I just found this web site.”

“What kind of web site?”

“Well that’s just it. It’s a medical web site. It has a lot of stuff: a lot of it I don’t understand, but they got a whole section on male anatomy. It’s run by an organization called The International Feminist Society that was founded by a woman called Dr. Barbara Elizabeth Brown, PhD. I looked her up. She’s very active various women’s causes both political and sociological. Apparently some of her views are quite controversial.”

“Really?” she said with interest.

“It’s not quite what you think. It’s not a pornographic site or anything like that. It’s a medical site. Yes, it has some pictures including cutaway diagrams and everything. It’s like everything there is to know about penises and how they are built and how they work.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, wow. There is also a part on female anatomy as well, and I learned a lot about what’s going on inside us – a lot more than what I learned human relations class.

It’s all very clinical, but it’s also interesting. There’s all kinds of information on onset of puberty – I’m seeing signs in my brother already – the bulge in his underwear is bigger. I know you and I have been cycling for a while now, but boys are less mature than us girls. I don’t know if he can produce sperm yet, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he could.

There are all kinds of statistics on penis size especially by age, sperm count, erectile dysfunction and everything.

There’s even a section on masturbation. It seems that every boy does it. I almost caught Michael doing it, I think. I came into his room to wake him. He was already awake and was doing some-thing under the covers. He stopped immediately. I didn’t get to see anything, but he seemed to be both embarrassed and annoyed. He told me to get out and I did.”

“You’re lucky. You live with a boy. Do you ever get to see him?”

“Not since that time in the schoolhouse.”

“Too bad we can’t play that game again. This time with just the boys getting naked.”

“You got that right.”

I wanted to say more, but my brother and cousin caught up with us.

[Day 1 – Michael]

I was really interested in catching up with my cousins. Emily is nice as a sister, but she’s a girl. I’m looking forward to hanging out with boys for a change. Also Brad tells me he has something special planned. I don’t know what it is, but Brad always has good ideas. Brad’s already 15 and in high school, he does the most interesting things even if he is bossy.

My mom expresses some concern that he doesn’t treat my aunt with a lot of respect. Mom doesn’t know what it’s like to be a boy. She seems to think that girls are kind of special and deserve more privacy and respect than us boys. I’m growing up. I’m almost a man and I wish she’d stay out of my stuff.

I was sort of disappointed that Brad and Ike weren’t there when I got there. Even my cousin Greg wasn’t there yet, just my Cousin Patsy.

I like Patsy. She’s OK for a girl. In fact, now that I am getting interested in girls, I almost regret that she’s my cousin. I hate to admit it, but I get hard when I look at her. I can’t help it. I know she’s my cousin but apparently, my penis doesn’t.

[Day 1 – Greg]

I was glad to arrive after the long trip. I was glad to see that my cousins Michael and Emily and Patsy had already arrived. The four of us always have so much fun when we’re together. What was even better was that Brad and Ike weren’t there yet.

It’s not that I don’t like my older cousins, but Brad tends to take over and get bossy and tell all us younger kids what to do. Sometimes he and Ike go off on their own and they do really interesting stuff that the adults won’t let us do. Sometimes they go off and do secret stuff.

I’m a bit worried about this time. He said that he had plans for us for this trip and that us boys will like them. I hope he doesn’t plan to keep us tied up all the time and that I also get a chance to play with Emily and Patsy too. They’re more like sisters than cousins to me.

I was a bit disappointed that they managed to slip off for a walk around the field without us. Michael and I decided to follow them to see if we could catch up. They’re only a couple of girls, but they walk fast.

[Day 1 – Ike]

I hope we can pull this off. I helped Brad hide the beer in the trunk of the car. We divided the magazines between us and hid them in our back packs. I made sure I had my favorite with me. It’s the one Brad doesn’t like as much. I think the women are exciting in the outfits they wear, but like Brad, I’m uneasy with what they are doing to the men. But I find that uneasiness makes me hard. I can’t explain it.

With the beer safely in the trunk and magazines safely stowed, half the plan was already completed. The other half, sneaking them all back out when we got to our destination would be equally as risky.

We agreed to be “good little boys” for mom and help her with the unpacking and helping to clean the cabin so things would settle down to normal and we could complete the mission and brief the other boys.

[Day 1 – Brad]

We helped mom and my aunts clean up the cabin. The women then went to work making dinner. The good thing about that was that once my mom and my aunts got talking, it was almost impossible to get their attention. No distraction Ike or I could come up with would be as effective.

My uncles took off for town to pick up some hardware items to do some minor repairs and the perishable items and stuff for the barbecue. There was no reason for them to take my mom’s car.

Michael, Greg and the girls were out on a walk around the field that surrounded the house. We waited until they were one the far side and then slipped out and popped the trunk.

My brother and I grabbed a couple of six packs each and slipped into the woods at hand and made their way to the stream. It was cold and that was good. Drinking warm beer was not my idea of fun.

We nestled the six packs among the rocks, put a rock on top of each one and then covered them with some brush. It was unlikely anyone would come down and find them, but there seemed to be some logic to hiding them.

The kids were just getting back from their walk when we returned.

After dinner, I got Michael and Ike got Greg and we took them outside.

“What’s up?” Greg asked.

“You guys.”

“What?”

“You guys are going to be up. We’re going to have fun while we’re here. Ike and I brought our magazine collection.”

“You mean the one like I saw the last time I was over your house?” Greg asked.

“That one and some new ones.”

“Wow!”

“Magazines? What kind of magazines?” Michael asked.

“Nudie magazines, dummy,” Ike responded.

Now it was Michael’s turn to say, “Wow”

“That’s not all. Ike and I got beer. If you guys want some, it will cost you each ten bucks.”

“OK,” Greg agreed.

“That’s all that I have,” Michael protested.

“So, like where are you going to spend it while you’re here?”

“OK,” the boy agreed. “So, like when can we do this?”

“We’ll do it tomorrow at the old schoolhouse.”

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