Naked In School

I was waiting in Tan’s room, and then there she and Cassie were. And Tan was naked!

OK, I admit it. I had noticed this when we walked to school yesterday. With no clothes on, Tan looked a lot older than 12. She was well-developed for her age. Not huge, but enough. And she looks like Cassie. Not identical, of course, but enough.

"What’s going on?" Tan asked.

"We worked you up, so Frankie’s going to take care of it for you. I asked him to." Tan looked back and forth from me to Cass, wide-eyed. "No fucking, you’re too young and he’d hurt you," Cassie continued. "But there’s other ways. Go lie on the bed."

She did. "Are you staying?" I asked Cass.

"Unless you’d rather I not."

"I’d rather you did," I grinned.

"Good," she said, and sat down on a chair. She was nude-neither of us had bothered to get dressed. I looked at Tan, and said, "Lie down. Relax. You’ll enjoy this, OK?"

"OK," she smiled, and lie down. I started with her boobs, my hand on one and my lips on the other. Like I said, they were good sized for a 12-year-old. More than filled my mouth, for sure. And her nipples were mighty responsive. When she really started moaning at my attention to her boobs, I moved my hand down.

She was wet. Really wet. And her pussy felt different under my hand than any I had ever touched. She wasn’t completely smooth, but the hair she did have was light and downy and short. And her pussy just felt-I don’t know-dainty. I can’t come up with a better word.

I traced my fingers up and down her pussy. I trailed around her entrance-I didn’t go in, but I circled the outside of it, making her jump. Then I traced back up and down her pussy-then, very gently, rubbed her clit.

"NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she yelled, as she jumped! "OH GOD!" she moaned. And then she started cumming up a storm. She was horny!

I didn’t let up, either. Just as she was coming down, I moved down and put my mouth on her. The taste was rather different-sweeter-and she was smaller so I had to be careful aiming. But aim I did. The minute my tongue hit her pussy lips, she started moaning again. I gently headed for her clit with my tongue, and circled around it. That made her moan harder. Then I flicked her clit with my tongue. I think it took about four flicks, and she came hard again.

I climbed up next to her as she came down. "Better?" I asked.

"Oh, yeaaaaaaah!" she moaned. She grinned, and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Frankie."

"You’re welcome," I smiled.

She looked down. "You look a little, well, uncomfortable, though," she giggled.

"I’m fine."

"No, you’re not, but you will be," I heard from behind me. I had been leaning on my side, facing Tanya-and, all of a sudden, I was on my back. And Cassie was straddling me.

"You’ve been a good boy, helping my sister out like that. You deserve a reward," she said, and she sunk down on top of me. "Oh, I got so horny watching you do that to her!" she gasped.

"I can tell," I laughed. I glanced over to Tanya, still beside us in the bed. Her eyes were wide open!

"You get a nice close-up, Tan," Cassie giggled. Then she went to town on top of me.

"Wow…" Tan said, "Except I’m gonna get going again!"

"Use your hand," I managed to tell her, "like I did. Slow and easy, then work up." She nodded. Then I forgot, mostly, about Tanya and concentrated on Cassie bouncing up and down on top of me.

I have to say, this is a scenario I’d never envisioned. Having my girlfriend on top of me, fucking her brains out on my dick, while her little sister-who I had just eaten out-was in the bed next to us frigging herself.

No, we didn’t all cum at once. Cassie went first, I followed, and Tanya-who was working on number three-finished herself off shortly thereafter, Cassie and I grinning at her.

"Wow!" Tanya said when she was done. "Three? Oh my God."

"Well, if you’re anything like your sister, this is just the first step. Shortly, you’ll be insatiable," I joked.

"I think I already am!" she blurted out, to laughter.

"All right, that’s enough fun," Cassie said. "I need to get ready to go play the flute."

"Tan?" I said. "Not a word, OK? Not even to Rosa."

"He’s right," Cassie said. "If you breathe a word of this, I’ll never let him do it again," she giggled.

"My lips are sealed!" Tanya said.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CASSIE

When we finally got downstairs, I couldn’t believe it. Mom was grinning. I was shocked she went along with it. But grinning?

"Feel better, Tanya?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" Tan said. Mom cracked up. "He even showed me better how to do myself. My last one was by myself."

"Oh, really?" Mom said. "And what were you two doing while she was doing herself?" Wow. Mom really was loosening up! Frankie and I just blushed.

"That’s what I thought," Mom laughed. "Did you get a good view?" she asked Tan.

"Yup," Tan answered, completely unselfconsciously. "The best. Cassie was on top so I saw everything."

"Oh, Jesus," I muttered. Poor Frankie just kept blushing more!

"Relax. I told you to take her up there, didn’t I?" Mom said.

After that, the conversation turned-well, normal-but I still thought about what had happened. I guess the strangest thing was how much it didn’t bother me. Though it was my idea, I thought I might have regrets afterwards. I didn’t. I probably would’ve it had been anyone other than Tanya. Actually, if it had been anyone other than Frankie. I knew how loyal he was. I also knew he loved Tanya. Not romantically, but he did love her. And this was my sister, and I asked him to do it.

Of course, the fact that I got turned on beyond belief didn’t hurt! That did surprise me. I don’t have a lesbian bone in my body, so it wasn’t Tan that was turning me on, and it wouldn’t have been Tan even if she wasn’t my sister. And you’d figure I’d get jealous-not turned on-seeing my boyfriend working over another girl. But I didn’t. I wasn’t jealous at all, I was happy for Tan, and it was such a turn-on.

Anyhow, we ate lunch, then I had to go play the flute.

The Arts Festival was held in Westport Park, which is a big park downtown. There were art exhibits of all types, music, dancing. They even had food and souvenir concessions. The festival was sponsored by the High School, but everyone came.

I was in the school band-which is what everyone called it-but that was kind of a misnomer. It was the school bands. Plural. It was a group of musicians who formed different combos depending on the requirements of whatever gig was coming up next. Yes, we were a traditional ‘marching band’, especially during football season, or the town Fourth of July Parade. But we were also an orchestra. There were players in the orchestra that weren’t in the marching band-there are no violins in a marching band-and vice-versa. Plus there was a swing combo. Flute being a versatile instrument, I was in all three. There was also a string quartet, which of course I wasn’t in.

For the arts festival we’d be on a stage, so there was no marching band. I’d be playing with the swing combo and the orchestra. The string quartet would be playing, too. Now, though I liked the marching band, and the orchestra, the swing combo was my favorite.

We really worked up a head of steam. We even had singers. Al Porter, who was our guitarist, did some of the singing-but Ty Christopher, the best singer in the junior class, came up to sing a selection of Sinatra songs. Even Jared-a big Bruce Springsteen fan-came up and sang a swing version of "Red Headed Woman." He, of course, sang it right to Amanda, who is. Red-headed, I mean. Jared’s best friend Dave-who plays trumpet in the marching band but saxophone with the swing combo-wailed a great solo.