Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge 2

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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Saw Mill Ridge
[Day 2 – Patsy]

The boys were up early and seemed to be eager to get out. The four of them were out the door right after breakfast.

“What do you boys have planned for today,” my aunt Bess asked.

“We’re going to go on a hike, right boys?”

The other boys responded with half-hearted “yeahs.”

“Can you wait up for Patsy and me?” Emily asked.

“No,” came Brad’s swift and cold response.

“Brad!” his mom responded, “Be nice to your cousin.”

“I’m sorry mom,” he said more contritely. “It’s just that – well – we thought we’d do some ‘guy things’ today.”

“OK, but you don’t have to be mean to the girls. It wouldn’t hurt you to spend some time with them.”

“I got you, mom. Maybe this afternoon.”

I spoke up, “It’s OK, Emily and I can do some ‘girl things.’” I giggled at my turn on Brad’s phrase. It was true. As much as I liked doing things with Michael and Brad, there are some times a girl just needs the company of her own gender. Besides I wanted to learn more about this web site Emily was talking about.

We helped my mom and my aunts clean up breakfast and got dressed and went out for a walk of our own.

I couldn’t wait to get out of earshot of the adults and alone with my cousin.

“So tell me more about this web site.”

“You won’t believe it Patsy,” she told me. “It’s got everything. It’s so extensive. In addition to the pictures of sex organs and descriptions on how they work, they got a whole section on the psychology of sex. I’m not sure I understand it all.

They talk about things like boys with boys and girls with girls. I’m a bit confused with that. I like boys or at least some boys but I like being with girls too. Only another girl can understand what a girl wants. Do you know what I mean?”

“I think I do. I like being with my friends. I like when I hug them and kiss them. I think it’s kind of an extra bond of friendship that only girls can experience. You never see boys kissing other boys.”

“Well, according to this book, they do – or at least some boys do and they do a lot of other thing too. Have you ever heard of felatio?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s also called ‘oral sex’ or, “here she dropped her voice to a whisper as if there were anyone around to hear us, “a blow-job.”

I couldn’t help it. I had to double up giggling. I heard the term and sort of knew what it meant. I overheard some high school girls talking. But I thought it was just talk. So I went on to ask my cousin.

“Isn’t that when a girl takes a boy’s penis into her mouth,” I said with a yucky expression, I am sure, on my face. “I’d never do anything like that!”

“Neither would I, but according to the book, some girls do and even some boys do it to each other.”

“Oh, double-yuck.”

“They say it makes them feel nice.”

“Well, that’s just too weird. I mean even regular intercourse like we heard about in school sounds kind of creepy.”

“Girls can do it too.”

“Do what?”

“Have oral sex.”

“How? We don’t have penises.”

“No, we lick each other clitorises. It’s call cunnilingus. That’s what lesbian women do. A man can do it to a woman too.”

“I’m not sure I’d like to have a boy that ‘up close and personal’ with my private parts.”

Although it sounded weird, it also sounded curious. I had to think about this cunnilingus thing. I don’t know whether it was dirty or sexy or maybe it was sexy because it was dirty. It made me feel funny inside.

Emily was on a roll. “Another thing boys do with boys is called anal sex. That’s where they stick their things up the other boys ...” she hesitated and again whispered, “asses.”

“I’ll take triple-yuck for $1000, Alex,” I said.

Seeing me blush, Emily pressed on. “And some women do it to men too.”

“Now you got to be shitting me.”

“No, I’m not. They got these fake penises called dildos and they can strap them onto their waists and they can penetrate a man with them.”

I swear I must have peed my pants they were so wet. “Stop it.” I finally said. “I need to breathe a little. This is all too much.”

“OK, for now. But there is so much more to tell.”

“I bet there is, but I think my estrogen is on overload.”
[Day 2 – Emily]

I felt so good telling my cousin about everything on the site. Some of it was a matter of a childish “I know something you don’t know,” but it was fun sharing the information with someone. I couldn’t share it with just anyone, even my best friends at school.

So I’m glad for the opportunity to be with Patsy here in the country. Let the boys do their “boy stuff,” we had real “girl stuff” to do. Just the mere knowledge of this stuff puts us well ahead in the battle of the sexes.

We turned our talk to more common topics like how we were so excited about going to middle school in the fall and what outfits we had to buy and of course, what boys we might meet.

I told Patsy about the older brother of my friend, Ellen. He’s really cute, but out of my league. He’s 16 and a very nice boy; he drives Ellen and me to go shopping sometimes.

Then the talk turned to the boys at hand: my brother and my cousins.

“You know,” I said, “Brad’s not a bad looking boy. Too bad he’s such an asshole.”

“I think you’re right. In fact all the boys are kind of cute, even Michael.”

“Well, I don’t know about him. He’s my brother. I see him every day of my life. But I suppose if I take my ‘sister glasses’ off and look at him, he could be cute.”

We wandered aimlessly for a while longer and then I suggested, “Let’s go over the old schoolhouse.”

“Why? It’s no fun playing teacher unless you have someone to play student. It’s not like we’re 8 years old again and could load up the classroom with dolls.”

“That’s not the point. I’d like to see the old place again. It brings back memories.”

Patsy smiled at me, “Like the time with your brother and Greg?”

“Yes, that, but also all the fun we used to have hanging out there on rainy days.”

We violated the rule about staying out of the farmer’s crops, but we figured if we walked in the rows between the crops, we’d be OK.

Because we were out in the field, we approached the schoolhouse from the back. That’s when I noticed something. I pointed it out to Patsy. “Look, the window is open. Someone must be in there.”

“Who?”

“Who else,” I replied, “It has to be the boys.”

“I thought they said they were going hiking.”

“That’s what Brad said. You can’t believe him.”

“I got an idea,” Patsy said, “Let’s sneak up on them and see what kind of ‘boy things’ they are doing.

We approached the window with stealth. I slowly lifted my head and with one eye looked through the corner of the window. Fortunately, the boys were sitting at the desks facing towards the front of the room. I was frozen by the sight.

I felt Patsy tug at me and whisper, “What do you see?”

I pulled back and we both sat with backs to the wall. I cupped my hand to her ear. Silence was essential. I didn’t know where to start.

“They’re doing it.” I said.

“Doing what?” she whispered back.

“Playing with themselves.”

“You mean?” my cousin said, leaving the question incomplete.

I nodded. “Yeah, they got their pants down and they’re pulling on their things and they are looking at some dirty magazines.”

“You can see it?”

“Well, not a very good view, but yes.”

“I got to see this.”

“Be careful.”

Patsy got up and crouched at the window. She stood there for a while until I pulled her down. She covered her mouth to stifle her giggling. “Wow,” was all she could whisper.

“This is too cool,” I said, what are we going to do about it.

Patsy took out her phone. I have no idea why we carried them, we can’t use them out here. She raised her arm so the only the phone was peeking through the window and snapped a picture.

We looked at the result. I was cockeyed and off center, but you could see the boys and what they were doing.

I tried with my phone and got similar results. Between us, we got a dozen pictures, some of them very good.

“Now what?” Patsy asked.

“Now we go in for the kill. It’s time to up the stakes.”

[Day 2 – Michael]

Greg and I tagged along following Brad and Ike. They lead us down to the stream. There they pulled aside some brush and lifted a couple of rocks and pulled out a six pack of beer.

“One can each,” Brad said as he undid two from the pack and put them back into the stream.

He handed the remaining four cans still in their holders to me. “Here, you boys get to carry them and be careful. Don’t shake them up. From now on you’ll be our ‘beer boys;’ we’ll send you here to fetch the beer.”

I assumed that by “beer boys” he meant Greg and me. Greg and I are the youngest boys and on the bottom of the totem pole. In this case, it was OK since we were going to get treated to beer (even though we paid for it) and get to look at magazines.

Greg and I switched off carrying the cans on our way to the schoolhouse.

The first thing we noticed was how stifling hot the place was, so Brad had us open the windows and we left the door open.

Brad laid down the rules: “One can of beer per boy per day. Ike and I get first pick on the magazines. If you are reading one and we want to see it, then you have to give it to us. That should not be a problem, since there are plenty enough to go around.

Of course, it goes without saying that you don’t tell anyone, not even your best friends, about this. In fact, unless I give the word, we don’t even talk about it among ourselves.

If anyone asks what we did today, we’ll tell them that we took a leisurely hike to Carson’s Corner. That should cover a couple of hours.

And now before anyone asks, we’re not gay. We don’t have the luxury of going off in private to beat off with our favorite magazine. So, we’re just going to have to do it here. Get over it.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I felt funny in the boys’ showers at school. I was very shy of my body and didn’t like being naked even when I was alone. As for jerking off. Well, I can’t even talk about it with my friends much less even admit that I do it.

I suppose there’s no sense in trying to deny it. I wouldn’t be willing to look at dirty magazines if I didn’t plan to do anything about it. But still I’m not sure I could take my penis out in front of the other boys much less jerk off while they’re watching.

Brad and Ike took the magazines out of their back packs. Brad selected his and Ike took another one. It had a picture of a woman on it dressed in black shiny stuff either plastic or rubber.

Brad chided his brother, “I thought you’d take that one. What is it with you? Do you want to get beat up by girls?”

Ike shot back, “It’s not all about women beating up men. These girls look very exotic in their outfits.”

“Whatever,” was his bother’s response.

“Come on, boys,” Brad invited, “Take your pick.”

I looked at the magazines. Even the covers had sexy pictures on them that made me hard. I flipped through the pages and found one that suited my interests. It had some pictures of women playing tennis except that all they had on was their sneakers. For some reason, I found that kind of erotic.

Greg selected his magazine and we settled down in our seats. The schoolhouse didn’t really have desks; it had chairs at tables. I would have preferred a real desk like we have in school because then I’d be more hidden. But I could spread out the magazine and flip through it and still have a free hand.

Ike was the first of us to pull down his pants. He was bigger than me and already had some hair there. He gave us a quick glance and then sat down and started “reading” his magazine. He wasn’t jerking on it yet, but his hand seemed to be down there playing with his balls.

“How can he be so calm about it,” I thought.

Brad was next to get naked. I guess he was used to it since he shared a bedroom with his brother.

Greg lowered his pants next. He was about the same size as me and had the same few fine hairs that I’d hardly call a bush.

Ike commented, “Hey, he’s uncut!”

Greg seemed proud of that fact.

That left me: the only boy not exposed and not yet playing with himself.

“What are you waiting for?” Brad barked. “Be a man about it and do it!”

I overpowered my will, opened the button on my shorts and slid both shorts and underwear down to my knees blushing every moment of it as I was aware that the other boys were looking at me. I did not look back at them. But at least knowing that they were naked too, gave me some comfort.

I decided to step out of my shorts and underwear like the other boys. It felt funny walking around in only a T-shirt and sneakers.

I sat at my desk, found the pictures of the tennis players and focused on them trying to ignore the masturbating boys around me.

[Day 2 – Greg]

I couldn’t believe the wide variety of magazines my cousin had. I picked one with a lot of pictures with men and women doing things. I found that I enjoyed the pictures with both naked men and women even more than pictures of just the women alone. The men were so big!

Brad can be bossy, but sometimes that is good. He laid down the law that we’d all be getting naked and doing this together. I was certainly glad that I wasn’t the only boy who would be jerking off. There’s something about sharing an experience that makes it more enjoyable.

I knew that this would be a unique experience. It’s not likely that we’d all be able to get together like this ever again. So, I was prepared to cherish every one of the days we had together here.

The hikes, the fishing and the other activities would have provided male bonding enough, but this – well this was the ultimate in male bonding. We were sharing an experience that only boys can share.

I watched my cousins get undressed.

Ike had a nice-looking penis. He was already hard when he took it out and it stood straight out from his body: no curves or leaning to either side as I had seen on some of the boys in the locker room at school.

Brad had the biggest penis by far. His looked a lot like his brother’s but he had a lot more pubic hair. It kind of put my little dinky to shame, but he is three years older than me. I hope I can “grow into” one like his.

Michael was about the same size as me, except that he was circumcised. I was the only uncut boy in the group. I noticed that at school too; most of the boys were circumcised.

I’m proud of what I got, but I think circumcised cocks look better, more naked as it were. Not that I plan on getting circumcised in the near future.

We settled down and I looked at my cousins to see how they were getting along. It was more like seeing how they were doing it.

I’d been jerking off for a couple of years now and it’s gotten better now that I can cum with sperm, but I had never seen other boys do it. I wondered if they did it the same as me.

Brad was working on his penis like a pile driver: no sophistication there. Ike seemed to spend a lot of care to fondle his balls. That sort of excited me and I decided to experiment with doing that myself. Michael was slowly, but sensuously moving his hand up and down his shaft. He may be the youngest of us, but he seemed to have the sexiest technique. I wonder how long he’s been doing it.

I was so interested in watching the other boys, I almost forgot about the magazine in front of me.

[Day 2 – Ike]

I love my brother, but he can be such a pain at times. He’s always trying to boss me around. I don’t mind it so much most of the time, but I can think for myself.

He’s also always gets “first dibbs:” first pick of dessert, first pick of a seat in the living room and now, first pick of the magazines. At least now there isn’t a conflict. The magazine he picked was racy and would get me hard any time, but I liked the one I picked better.

My magazine featured something called “Female Domination.” When I first heard the term, I didn’t quite know what it meant. Did it mean men dominating women or women dominating men? I soon found out it meant the latter.

There was something in the role reversal that excited me. I don’t think I’d want to do it for real and some of the stuff in the magazine I wouldn’t want to do at all. But it made me hard to think about such things.

I opened the magazine to a picture of a woman spanking a man. It brought back some memories of when mom would spank Brad or me. It was embarrassing to be butt assed naked over her lap, but she didn’t hit hard and it didn’t hurt that much and in fact, the tingling sensation that I felt afterwards actually felt good.

The woman in the picture was a Hispanic beauty and she reminded me of one of our baby sitters: Rosalie. I was about 7 at the time, and she was about 15 and she was watching Brad and me one night. I got involved with one of Brad’s schemes and wound up knocking over a chair in the living room and nearly breaking some things.

My mom told Rosalie that she had permission to spank us if we misbehaved but I didn’t believe that she would do it. However, on this occasion she did.

She sat down on a chair and told me to stand in front of her. She undid my belt and pulled down my shorts and underwear. This was embarrassing. First of all she wasn’t mom. Mom is, well, mom. I know that at one time, she must have been a girl, but I can’t think of her that way.

Rosalie was a real girl and a very pretty one at that. She already figured in some of my fantasies. Also, she was the one disrobing me. Mom always made me pull my pants down on my own.

When she got my clothes down to my ankles, she made me step out of them leaving me with a shirt, socks and shoes. Somehow this made me feel even more naked. I guess it brought attention to the exposed parts that should have been covered.

I got over her lap and my penis wound up trapped between her legs. She spanked even more softly than mom and I actually enjoyed the spanking itself. By the time I got up, my little penis was sticking straight out. She looked at it and blushed. Then she sent me to the corner to stand there with my hands on my head and bare butt to the room. I had to fight the urge to touch myself.

She never did spank me again. On some occasions, she would have her 10-year-old sister, Maria with her. I made sure I behaved myself extra carefully when Maria was over. She was equally as pretty and she was closer to my age. I would really be embarrassed to be nakedly spanked while she watched.

Also, she went to the same school as me. I’m sure she would have told all her friends. I’d never live it down.

But thinking back to that single spanking by a 15-year-old girl always made me hard and it was a fantasy that I masturbated to all the time.

Now I had a refresher of that incident in the magazine in front of me. My penis was already dripping before I started stroking.

Everything was fine until I thought I saw something from the corner of my eye. It was my two girl cousins: Emily and Patsy! I yelled in surprise and my eyes were blinded by the flash from their cameras.

[Day 2 – Brad]

I was nice to be with my cousins. Being the oldest, I was always in charge and could usually get them to do whatever I wanted. Now I had the additional power conferred by the beer and the magazines.

I smiled as I looked at the little twerps beating off. I wondered about what they were thinking about. I didn’t dwell long on it as I opened up my magazine and dove into my favorite fantasy that featured a woman sucking off a guy’s penis.

I was really into it and lost in that Neverland just before orgasm when I heard Ike yell, “What are you doing here?”

I turned my head and I froze as I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

There stood Emily and Patty, both smiling and both with their phones snapping pictures.

I was immobilized by shock and it took my mind a while to comprehend what was going on, and another precious moment to decide what to do about it. All the while the girls were giggling and taking pictures.

My brain finally managed to get a message to my hands to stop masturbating and to cover up. Then my mouth finally mobilized and I managed to yell, “Get them!”

The girls took a final picture and with a shriek they ran off. We got as far as the door. It was too late, they had a head start. We’d never catch them before they got to the house and even if we did, how could we explain why we were naked.

“Oh shit!” Greg said. I think that summed it up for all of us.

“OK guys,” I said, “Let’s get dressed and put the magazines and the beer away.”

“They’re gonna tell,” Michael said, crying.

“Maybe not. I’ll try to catch them later and maybe we can talk some sense into them.”

I didn’t have to catch them. They returned several minutes later.

“You got to erase those pictures,” I told them.

“Why should we?” Patsy said.

“Because you’ll get in trouble with your parents if they saw them.”

“Not as much trouble as you boys will be. Besides, we don’t intend on showing anyone just yet.”

“Give me your phones,” I demanded stepping towards them.

Emily stepped forward and said, “Not so fast Mr. Testosterone. The phones are in a safe place where you can’t get at them.”

“What do you girls want?”

“Now we’re talking! Patsy and I want you boys to get undressed and do what you were doing when we came in.”

“No way.”

“Way. You either do it or we will post pictures where they can do you a lot of damage. You know, like friends of friends on Facebook. We’ll find a girl or boy that you know who would just love to see what you were doing.

So either the world gets to see it, or just Patsy and I get to see it.”

Patsy tried to be soothing, “Come on boys, we’re all family. You guys didn’t seem to have an issue with being naked in front of each other.”

“That’s different. We’re all boys.”

Patsy giggled, “That much is obvious from the pictures.”

I tried another tactic. “OK, we’ll do it if you do it.”

“What?”

“We’ll take our clothes off if you girls take your clothes off. We can make a party of it. I’ll send Greg or Michael to get you a beer.”

“No deal,” Patsy said putting her foot down. “Although we’ll take you up on your offer of a beer.”

I turned to my lieutenants, “Michael, Greg, run down to the creek and get those other two cans. Leave the other three six packs.” The two of them scurried off, glad to be away from the scene of the crime at least for the moment.

I turned back to the girls, “I’m making a sacrifice here. Some of my boys are going to have to go without beer because of you girls. I had it worked out, 24 cans, 4 boys each is 6 days. We would have had 5 more days.”

“I think your math is wrong,” Emily said. “It’s 18 cans left, two girls. That’s 9 more days.”

“You can’t mean?”

“I do mean. Patsy and I are confiscating your beer. We have the pictures and that’s one of the prices you’ll have to pay.”

“OK. If I let you have the beer, will you let us go?”

“No. We want the magazines too.”

“What would you want with them? You’re girls.”

“Girls are interested in sex too, you know.”

Actually, I didn’t know. It just never occurred to me.

“OK, beer and magazines and that’s it. You let us go and erase the pictures.”

Patsy laughed, “You’re not in a position to bargain for anything. You boys were doing something naughty. We caught you doing it. We have the pictures to prove it. You either do everything we say or you all are in for a big embarrassment.

Come on. You guys were going to do it anyway. What’s the difference if we’re here or not?”

“OK. Just this one time. If we do it, will you erase the pictures from your phone?”

Emily said, “OK, we’ll erase the pictures from our phones.”

Patsy looked at her funny. Emily cupped her hand to Patsy’s ear and whispered something. Patsy shook her head and said, “OK.”

I felt a little bit better. The girls were fairly honest. I was praying that they would keep their end of the deal.

By this time Greg and Michael had returned with the beer. I brought them up to speed on the status of the negotiations.

I looked at my brother and male cousins and hung my head, “They got us guys. We have to do what they said. So take you clothes off.”

I turned back to the girls, “Can we at least use the magazines now?”

“Of course we’ll let you use them,” a smiling Patsy said.

The boys had some hesitation getting undressed before. Now it was downright stagnation. Ike was the first to start pulling down his pants.

He got the down as far as his knees and stopped and reached for a magazine. Patsy cut him off. “Uh-un. All the way, completely naked.”

“We didn’t do that before,” he complained

“That was before we had pictures of you playing with yourselves. We girls are in charge now. Everything off or no deal.”

I looked at Emily. She grinned back evilly. She put her hand in front of her crotch and looped her thumb to her fingers and made a jerking off motion. “Beat your meat or you are all dead meat.” she said, giggling.

I had to face the inevitability of it. I got undressed entirely, even my shoes and socks. The rest of the boys followed my lead. I stood there head hung low and hands over my penis.

“That’s a lot better boys,” Emily beamed. “Hands at your sides.

Don’t they look so cute, Patsy?”

“Yeah, I want to see them in action. Let’s get to it. Here’s how we’ll do it. Emily and I will call each of you boys to the head of the class. You will sit on the teacher’s desk with your legs spread apart and do it.

The rest of you boys will stand off to the side and watch.

Who should we do first, Emily?”

“Let’s do my brother. He’s the youngest. We’ll go youngest to oldest.”

I watched as the crimson-faced boy approached the desk. I know that I picked on him a lot because he was the youngest and I could. And I even humiliated him on occasion but now I felt sorry for him. He was now an ally in the battle of the sexes which we were now losing on a grand scale.

In fact, we were no longer combatants, we were now POWs with the girls as our commandants.

Somebody had to be first. I was glad I was last. Somehow the shame would be less if the other boys did it before me.

I watched as Michael jerked off. A tear ran down his cheek. I don’t know how he could continue under such pressure and scrutiny. When it came down to it, I never really saw another boy jerk off before. This was our first circle jerk and I didn’t really pay attention to what the other boys were doing. We got interrupted before I could do that.

Michael continued to masturbate, crying as he did. With a sob, he came and the girls applauded and squealed. It was the first time I saw another boy cum; I was positive it was the first time for the girls too.

Then they did something unexpected. They helped him off the desk and hugged him and each kissed away his tears.

Emily stroked his hair, “That was great, bro. You did good. We love you. We’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’m proud of you.”

Patsy said, “You were terrific. I’m proud of you too. Good boy.”

Emily pointed to Greg, “Next!”

Greg took it more stoically. I divided my time look at him masturbating and observing the girls’ reactions. Emily was smiling, biting her lower lip nervously and Patsy had her hand over her mouth, but her eyes were wide and shining and staring at the miniature stage that was the hand and penis of my cousin.

Greg’s ejaculation was bigger than Michael’s. The girls also hugged and kissed him and told him how well he did. I was beginning to believe that maybe they were not such cold-hearted bitches after all.

My brother seemed to be the most at ease with the situation. He hopped up on the desk almost gayly and started jerking away with gusto. I don’t know whether he thought this was a competition that he had to win or that he just wanted to get it over with.

This time I watched the boys’ reactions. Michael could hardly look at what was going on. He spent most of his time looking at his toes. At least he stopped crying. Greg was staring almost as intensely as the girls. He seemed to be taking mental notes on my brother’s style of masturbation.

Ike came quickly and he had the most cum of us boys so far.

Finally, it was my turn.

I had been masturbating since about the time I started school. That made me an almost 10-year veteran of the practice. In all that time, I’ve always done it in secrecy. Ike, I am sure, knows that I do it, and I know that he does it too. I don’t ask and he doesn’t tell.

It was bad enough to do it in a room with other boys but at least their focus was on their own penis. Now I’m up here, center stage, doing it with three naked boys and two fully-clothed girls watching me.

For the first time since I started masturbating something went wrong. I was hard and then I started going soft! I looked for the sexiest picture I could find and pumped frantically for what seemed like a half hour. I had to grip my penis tightly to get the stimulation I needed.

Eventually the stiffness returned and I was able to complete my masturbation. I came and it was a lot, but I didn’t shoot it very far and it felt less than fully satisfying.

I really needed the comfort my cousins provided as they hugged and kissed me. I hugged back in gratitude.

“That was really a good show, boys. Emily and I really enjoyed it. You each did good and we are so proud of you.

So you can get dressed now.

We’ll meet back here tomorrow at 10 AM. Bring the beer and be naked.

Emily and I will take the magazines for the evening. We want to take a look at them. We’ll bring them back with us tomorrow.”

“What about erasing the pictures?”

“We’ll erase them tomorrow after you fork over the beer and get naked for us again.” Emily said.

“OK, fair enough.”

Oh shit! This was not going to be a one-time deal. I tried to resign myself to the fact that it was at least fun even if it were embarrassing.

That afternoon, the family went into town for some shopping and some dinner. We boys roamed around the town. The girls disappeared to the library.

I went to bed that night wondering what the next day would bring. Thinking over the day’s events, I found myself getting hard.

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