The Old Pool At St Luke's School

The Old Pool At St Luke's School 2

Little English Boy

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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 view such material, please leave now.

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The Old Pool At St Luke’s School Part 2 – The Aftermath of that Swimming Lesson

BILL BROWN’S AFTERMATH

When Bill and Alice got home after Monday’s accident, his little sister had immediately blurted out to her mum about what had happened and told her all of matron’s recommendations. As Bill expected, his busy mum had him get naked straight away, so that his wounds could air. She had also accepted Alice’s offer to apply his ointment every night before he went to bed. Alice loved this power she had been given over her big brother, and found handling his little willy exciting, particularly when it grew stiff in her hands. Bill knew there was nothing he could do, and just had to accept the situation. He was dreading Saturday evening when his little sister’s new friends would all be there, and she would probably have them helping her with his medication.

It was Saturday afternoon and he had been out shopping with his best mate Sean Whittaker. Bill had invited him for a sleepover that night, as company for him and also as a bit of a buffer in a house full of 11-year-old girls sleeping over too. He had explained to him about the consequences of his accident and that his mum expected Bill to be naked as soon as he got in. Sean sympathised and, as he was his best mate, offered to join him. For Sean, the ultimate horror of being naked in front of girls had abated, and he found after the swim that their interest in his blond-haired willy a bit of fun. Besides, Alice’s friends had already seen him naked from the Home Economics room so what the heck. Bill was grateful but decided to pass. As they got through the door they heard the squeals and shrieks of eight boisterous 11-year-old girls coming from the den. Bill’s mother strolled out of the kitchen.

“Hello Sean. Nice to see you. You know the drill William.”

“Yes mum.”

He knew there was no sense arguing and just stripped off.

“After his accident Sean, we have to keep William’s wounds open to the air as much as possible so they will heal quicker.”

“Bill told me about that Mrs Brown. I offered to join him, as nudity with a bit of company might be less embarrassing for him, but he declined. We were all naked on Monday afternoon in the pool and Alice and her friends had watched us from the new Home Economics block alongside. All our girl classmates saw us when we got back in the gym, so I think we are all over the initial shock now Mrs Brown.”

His mum looked at Sean. I wonder if he is a true blond she thought.

“If you want to strip off Sean, it won’t worry me. Alice and her friends are already here for the sleepover tonight. That won’t be a problem will it?”

Sean chuckled.

“We could hardly miss the racket coming from the den. The girls will be no issue for me Mrs Brown.”

Sean started to strip off. Bill looked at his friend. He hadn’t wanted Sean to be embarrassed too, but was now pleased to have the company of another naked boy.

“Thanks mate.”

Both lads were now naked and Mrs Brown deliberately looked down at Sean. He grinned at her comment.

“I can see you’re a true blond Sean.”

“From head to toe Mrs Brown.”

He grinned at her next comment too.

“That’s a very nice package you’ve got there Sean.”

“Mum!”

“Don’t worry William, you’ll get there soon. You may be bigger than Sean in a year or two. Now I’ve got to get the tea prepared for all you kids. It should be ready in an hour.”

As her mum went off, Sean turned to his mate.

“I think we’d better get things over with the girls. Shall I go in first?”

“Thanks Sean, but it’s my sister so I’ll take the hit.”

They headed towards the noise and Bill opened the door and went in. His little sister jumped up.

“Look girls, it’s Little Willy.”

He knew it was best to ignore his sister’s jibes, but inwardly they still rankled him. As the girls came over, in stepped Sean. Alice had a huge grin as she saw him enter stark naked like her brother. Whilst it was fun seeing her brother naked, particularly as she knew he hated it, he was still just her brother. Sean wasn’t family, and that big blond-haired willy was something else.

“It’s Sean too. I was just thinking we haven’t see enough of you Sean, and here you are. Let me introduce my friends.”

The girls had seen both boys naked on Monday afternoon, but close up and personal like this was so much more fun.

Bill knew Heather as she had been here several times this week, even helping Alice with his ointment, but the other names were a blur – Emily, Susan, Margaret, Bella, Jane and Rhea. He didn’t want to remember them anyway. Sean was more outgoing and made a comment to each one as they were introduced. He was quite taken by Heather’s pretty face and noticed her boobs under that pink T-shirt. She so clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, and they were sticking out quite a bit, especially those nipples. Emily was nice too and her tight T-shirt showed some interesting bumps.

Heather looked Sean up and down.

“Sean, I noticed during Home Economics that all the other boys who had hair round their willy and balls had black hair, regardless of the colour of the hair on their head. You were the only one who had blond hair to match. Why is that?”

Sean fancied himself as a ladies man. He leant into her and gave a big smile.

“Didn’t you notice my piercing blue eyes. I’m a true blond.”

Heather gave him a coy smile, then she grinned.

Bill wanted to get away from the girls and go up to his room, but his sister had other ideas.

“Hey, we’ve got enough for two five-a-side football teams. Heather and I can be captains. OK boys?”

Bill didn’t want to play outside as others might see him, especially his new neighbours and their daughter Jasmine who had moved in last week. His mum had met them and said Jasmine was 13 too and went to the private girls school across town. He hadn’t had the courage to speak to her yet, but had seen her going off to school each morning. He thought Jasmine’s flawless olive skin might suggest she was of Mediterranean extraction, and she was just so elegant walking along in her school uniform.

Sean was quite comfortable being naked with the girls, particularly as Heather was showing signs of being interested in him.

“Come on Bill. It’ll be fun.”

Bill had been seen naked by so many girls this week, and he reluctantly concluded a few more couldn’t make it any worse. He’d just seen Jasmine leaving as he and Sean were coming in and had actually plucked up the courage to give her a smile and a nod. He was so pleased to see she acknowledged his existence with a smile and a ‘Hi’. He did enjoy his football and reasoned he would probably be back indoors before she returned. Perhaps this was an opportunity to show his sister up in front of her friends.

“OK Sean. We’ll soon show these girls how to play football properly.”

Heather picked first and smiled as she chose Sean. Alice was annoyed at her brother’s disrespectful comment about girls so chose Bella. Two boys might give her the advantage thought Heather, so chose Bill. The rest were soon picked, and Heather’s team won the toss. After a bit of a kick around, Bill had the ball and raced across the lawn. There was just his sister between him and an open goal. He had it perfectly lined up when his sister grabbed between his legs. He shrieked as she commandeered the ball, ran past the defenders towards the makeshift goal and made a perfect shot.

“I scored!”

Bill was indignant.

“Hey, that was a foul.”

Bella giggled.

“What foul was it Little Willy? Handling the balls perhaps?”

Even the girls on his side laughed at that. Bill was less than pleased.

“It’s not fair. You girls shouldn’t do that to a guy, especially when he’s naked.”

Heather agreed Little Willy did have a point and consulted with Alice.

“Fair enough. New rule, no grabbing their willy or balls. OK?”

Bill was mollified but wanted to make a further point.

“That last goal can’t count.”

His little sister wasn’t giving it up.

“The new rule wasn’t in force, so it stands.”

Heather thought it’s only a game, so what’s the fuss.

“Come on Little Willy, let it go. If you’re so good you can score plenty more.”

When his own captain was letting what was clearly a foul goal stand, he knew he was beaten. Just then he heard an unfamiliar voice from over the fence. It was Jasmine. He thought about covering up, but she had already seen him and it would just make him look like a silly little boy if he did. He kept his hands by his side and put on his bravest face as she spoke.

“Hello William. I couldn’t help noticing you are playing out here naked with your sister and her friends. That’s very brave of you. Me and my family are naturists and went to the south of France in the summer. The French are much more open about their bodies and they have some great nudist beaches there.”

Sean saw this beautiful girl and came over to impress her with his ladies man charm.

“Hi. I’m Sean Whittaker, Bill’s best friend. I’ve been a nudist for years, we often go to Studland Bay.”

She had noticed his pale body and saw straight through Sean’s obvious fabrication. Jasmine just nodded at him, but did not offer her name. William was also pale, but she thought him rather cute so gave him a smile.

“What about you William?”

He was astonished this elegant girl was talking to him, and she had taken the trouble to find out his name. He was bowled over by her smile. Sean’s approach had cut no ice with Jasmine, and all he had was total honesty.

“Err... I’m not a nudist, err... Jasmine. Our games teacher made all of us swim naked on Monday. Apparently in his day all boys in school swam that way. I had an accident while at the pool and badly grazed my lower abdomen as you can still see. Matron said it would help it to heal if the wound was kept open to the air. It was embarrassing at first, but I guess I’m used to it now.”

As a nudist, she’d seen hundreds of naked teenagers and knew puberty was a variable aspect for boys. The whole nudist fraternity realised that just because a boy was late going through puberty did not make him any less of a person. His physically mature friend had tried it on with her and she had summed him up in seconds to establish he was clearly just another immature boy.

“My parents have been nudists since before I was born, so I have grown up with it. Being naked has never bothered me. Your body is just what it is, so why be ashamed of it?”

Sean was picturing her naked, and she saw his lack of control. She gave Bill another smile as her mother called her in for tea.

“It’s teatime, so I must go now William. Perhaps we can chat another time?”

“I’d like that Jasmine.”

“If you’re into swimming, you might want to use our indoor pool. With or without trunks, it won’t bother me or my folks.”

She turned to his erect friend.

“Goodbye, err... John was it?”

She quickly turned, smiling as she walked off, completely ignoring his correction. He turned to Bill.

“You lucky dog Bill, you’re in there mate!”

Heather came up and saw Sean’s boner.

“You haven’t been doing star jumps Sean, so how did that happen. It’s huge!”

Alice and the other girls wandered over. They giggled as Alice explained.

“A boy’s willy does that when he gets excited. Rory Johnson’s willy is even bigger. In Matron’s office with him and Little Willy on Monday Rory got very excited and shot a load of white sticky stuff out of the end. Does yours squirt Sean?”

He wasn’t sure what to say to such a personal question in front of all these younger girls.

“Err...”

Bella piped up.

“I’ve heard that boys play with their willys until they get very excited. Do you play with yours Sean?”

“Err... Err... Most boys do.”

“What about you Little Willy?”

Before he could reply, his sister chipped in.

“On Monday I helped matron measure Little Willy’s stage of development. That bald little willy is 1.5 inches long and 1.6 inches round. His balls are 0.7 inches long. When I was holding them out of the way so matron could clean up his wounds, his willy went stiff in my hands, but it was only 2.4 inches long and 2.1 inches around. Matron said those measurements show his development was at Tanner stage 1. That is a 1 to 5 scale with 1 being still a little boy and 5 an adult. Little Willy’s still a little boy and matron said that little willy won’t squirt until it gets bigger. Matron has to measure every boy each year.”

Heather chuckled.

“Nice work if you can get it.”

“Rory Johnson was huge, and I held his willy and balls while matron checked his development. When it went stiff, his willy was 7.8 inches long and 4.8 inches around. His testicles were 2.3 inches long, although because of his accident his right one was swollen and 2.8 inches long. When he went soft, it was still an impressive 5.6 inches long and 3.4 inches round. There was such a lot of hair all round it and matron said Rory was at the adult Tanner stage 5.”

Heather looked at Sean.

“Have you ever measured yours Sean. How long is it?”

Of course he had. Every boy does. Sean didn’t want the girls to know that, so he stretched the truth well past breaking point.

“Err... No, I never have.”

“Let’s measure it, shall we. I’ll go and ask mum if she’s got a tape measure.”

She was quickly back. The girls didn’t notice her mum was now watching them out the kitchen window. Mrs Brown saw what they were looking at and realised why her daughter had needed the tape measure. She chuckled as Heather held his boner while Alice placed the tape measure along it. Just over six inches she guessed. He was a big boy for a 13-year-old!

“6.1 inches long. Will you hold his testicle please Heather. That’s fine. 2.1 inches.”

Sean was really enjoying where Heather had her hands. It was Emily who noticed he was leaking quite a bit.

“Ugh. Is he peeing?”

Alice filled them in with the knowledge she gleaned on Monday.

“I saw Rory leak like that just before he squirted. It’s not pee as it is clear and not yellow. He squirted when Kate pulled that loose skin back tight. Try it Heather.”

Heather was disappointed nothing happened, but Sean excitedly offered her some advice.

“Oh God Heather! Please keep doing that. Oh God!”

“OK Sean.”

The girls were astonished to see Sean rise up on his toes and push his stiff willy into Heather’s fingers. He grunted and shot squirt after squirt of semen as his boner pulsed in her hands. Heather was thrilled.

“Wow Sean. That was fantastic.”

The girls all saw he was panting hard. Eventually he got his breath back.

“Wow Heather. You were fantastic too.”

Alice saw he had a white drip on the end of his willy.

“I’ll just get some tissues to clean you up Sean.”

She went in to the kitchen and there was Mrs Brown holding out the kitchen paper. She went red as she realised her mum had been looking at what they had been doing.

“You’ll need these Alice. Sean is a big boy and that was impressive. Just squeeze along his penis a few times to get the last drops out before you wipe him clean.”

Mrs Brown was smiling and now that Alice knew she wasn’t in trouble, she grinned at her mum.

“Thanks mum. Yeah, Sean squirting was quite spectacular.”

Alice ran outside. Her mum went back to the window and saw Sean was flaccid now. Her daughter was holding the tape measure. Mrs Brown thought about 4½ inches.

“4.4 inches long and 3.1 inches round. Mum said I need to squeeze along your willy a few times to get the last drops out before I clean you up. OK?”

Sean was quite liking Alice’s hands on his dick and gave her a nod.

Alice followed her mum’s instructions and was surprised to feel his willy starting to swell up again. She wiped off that large white drip, then flicked his stiffening willy with her finger. She giggled as it wobbled about, coming to rest parallel to the ground.

Bill was at the back feeling decidedly left out. It was his sister who spoke.

“Let’s get back to the game. It was two nil to my team, wasn’t it?”

Heather laughed.

“Come off it Alice. It was one nil, and that one was decidedly iffy. Now everyone remember the new rule.”

They got back to playing and there was no more grabbing the guys’ bits. Bill scored two goals and Sean scored another, but Emily and his sister scored one each, so when his mum called them in for tea it was technically a draw. It still irritated Bill though, but he wisely decided to hold his tongue as he knew these girls all stuck together against boys and he would not win.

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After tea his mum sent the kids off to the den, where Alice decided they would all be watching her favourite animation - How to Train your Dragon. Bill didn’t want to admit it to his sister, but he liked it too. He didn’t mind when she put in the sequel either, imagining he was Hiccup riding his Night Fury Toothless with Jasmine’s arms around his waist as they soared through the sky. When it ended, his mum came in and gave the kids their orders.

“I’m going to watch the late night film, so it’s time for you lot to get to bed and let me watch it in peace. Now girls I’ve put six sleeping bags down in the big bedroom. You can fight over who gets the double bed, but do it QUIETLY! William and Sean, you take a shower before you pack down. Alice, don’t forget William’s ointment after he’s had his shower.”

“No mum, I won’t forget.”

Bill and Sean got up and went to the bathroom. Climbing the stairs, they saw the girls following and whispering something amongst themselves. Bill thought that was unlikely to be good news. It was Heather who spoke first.

“You guys won’t mind if we watch you shower, will you?”

Sean’s smile told Heather all she needed to know. She looked at Bill.

“What about you Little Willy?”

Bill gave a shrug as he knew there was nothing he could do to stop them.

“Yeah, OK.”

It was quite a crowd when they all got in the bathroom. Heather grinned.

“Can I give you a hand Sean?”

Alice looked puzzled.

“But you’ll get your clothes all wet.”

“I don’t intend to Alice.”

With that she pulled off her pink T-shirt then dropped her white shorts and panties. The girls giggled at seeing the immediate effect on Sean as he looked at her boobs and that beautiful slit surrounded by a quite a bit of dark hair. Like Sean, this was Bill’s first naked girl and he could not help getting his 2.4 inch boner. Emily looked at his stiff little willy and smiled.

“Can I wash you Bill?”

He was surprised Emily had not used that annoying nickname his sister had given him, and nodded at her.

“Sure Emily.”

Emily did not care as they all watched her strip off, revealing two nice bumps on her chest and the lightest dusting of hair surrounding the slit between her legs. Mr and Mrs Brown had installed a double shower, so it was only a little bit snug as the four kids got in. Heather was only interested in washing one thing and the girls were soon squealing as she got Sean to squirt again.

Emily was taking her time and Bill found her actions extremely pleasant as she massaged his body with her soapy hands. After gently doing his bum, she moved to the front. Bill was seriously aroused and his little boner had gone rock hard. He knew he wasn’t going to squirt, obviously, but Emily’s fingers sent electricity through him as they began to slide his foreskin back and forth as she washed his willy. She smiled at him and leant towards his ear, whispering ‘I do this to my brother. He is the same size as you and loves me doing it. I like the feel of playing with a hard willy too.’ Bill was too far gone to be shocked by her revelations, and with the noise of the shower her secret was kept between just the two of them.

He found himself rising up on his toes as that wonderful feeling coursed through his body. Emily grinned as she felt his little willy pulse in her hand. When Bill calmed down he looked at his fast drooping willy and saw Emily squeezing a small clear drop out of the end. She smiled at him as she picked it off and touched it to her tongue. ‘Your stuff tastes sweeter than Jim’ she whispered. Apart from that superb feeling, he was ecstatic there was any stuff. He was now able to squirt, albeit just a little bit. His puberty was starting at last. Emily moved closer to his ear ‘Jim washes me after I do him. I always like it when he does that’.

Bill realised this girl was giving him permission to touch her most intimate places. He was a bit nervous, especially in front of an audience, but picked up the soap and started with her back, moving down to that delightfully soft bum, then her graceful legs. She smiled into his face as he turned her round and slid his soapy hands over those nice bumps. He felt something grow under his palms and saw the darker rings in the middle of the bumps were now sticking out like two hard pebbles. He moved down to wash her tummy, but she grabbed his hands and held them back on her pebbles. He had no idea why, but he had a sudden urge to kiss them. She began to breathe heavily as his lips found their mark. He had just one place left to wash and was now very nervous.

At his hesitation, Emily grabbed his hand and moved it down to her slit. Her finger was behind his index finger as she pushed it in those folds of pink skin then guided it up and down. He was in heaven as she moved his finger over her most private of places. He felt a stiff little knob at the top and a small depression at the bottom. It was all so warm and slippery. She pushed his finger on that dip and he was amazed it glided right in. She breathlessly whispered a demand ‘Rub!’ and he was happy to comply as he felt the heat inside a girl’s pussy for the first time. Emily jerked as he slid over a rough spot. ‘Just there! Rub!’ He did as he was told. She removed her finger and slid it up to work it across her stiff little knob at the top. Her other hand came down and grabbed his own stiff little knob and started playing with it in synchrony with his actions. The feeling in his willy peaked as Emily started to groan. He felt her whole body quiver as those slick walls rippled up and down on his rapidly moving finger.

He had been in a world of his own, but now he glanced around to see all eyes were on him and Emily. The look on his sister’s faces was one of shock. Sean was grinning, but that may just have been from his own fun. Emily now looked embarrassed.

“Err... Get out Little Willy.”

He was surprised she had reverted to Alice’s nickname. The tone in her voice was clearly one of dismissal, so he got out of the shower followed by Sean. Alice looked at Emily.

“What happened Em?”

“Err... I’ll tell you when the boys have gone.”

Alice was curt.

“Bugger off to bed Sean.”

She gave a whack across his bum with the back of the wooden bath brush to encourage him. Sean shrieked and shot off.

“Come here Little Willy so I can do your little willy.”

Alice grabbed her brother’s willy and smeared the ointment on, then he got his bum whacked too.

“You can sod off too now.”

He was still on quite a high and barely felt his sister’s spank as he walked out the door. Looking down, he smiled as he saw another clear drop leaking out. He ignored the girls’s excited squeals as Emily began to tell them all about what she discovered could happen when you play about down there, being very careful not to mention her twin brother Jim’s part in her learning.

Bill was mulling over the day as he walked to his bedroom. Far from the horror that he’d been expecting, today had seen his first wet cums, confirming his puberty was now advancing. He had also just felt a girl’s most private parts. His memory of that warm slippery tunnel clamping down on his finger gave him another 2.4 inch stiffy and would be fuelling his wanks for a long time. He wasn’t worried about its size now, as he knew it’d be growing soon. Then he thought of Jasmine talking to him whilst Sean was alongside with his mature boner. Unlike most of the other girls, she was clearly unimpressed by Sean and had basically ignored him. Perhaps size was unimportant to her. She’d even invited him to use her pool, and had said her family wouldn’t mind if it was with or without trunks! Everything was definitely looking on the bright side for 13-year-old William Justin Brown.

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RORY JOHNSON’S AFTERMATH.

After Monday’s swimming lesson Rory went home with his mother and his sister Joan, who was in year 8 at St Luke’s. On the way, they picked up his 10-year-old sister Beth from her primary school. As they drove back, Rory was silent, but his two sisters more than made up for it. Rory went red as his mother quietened them down with her news.

“Joan and Beth, your brother had an accident this afternoon. He was swimming naked in the old pool with the other boys when he fell in and got a nasty gash across his lower abdomen.”

‘Accident’ was not the important word they picked up on. In unison, the girls responded.

“NAKED! Rory was NAKED!”

“As the playing field is out of action due to flooding, Mr Dawson got the old pool put back in use for this afternoon’s games lesson for the year 9 boys, while the girls did art in the gym. As they will not have brought their trunks, swimming naked was the simplest solution. In my day, all boys swam naked in the pool. We girls swam with them, but had our costumes on of course.”

Joan could hardly believe it.

“Wow mum! The boys used to swim naked alongside you! Weren’t they embarrassed?”

She then giggled before continuing.

“Did the boys ever get ‘excited’ in front of you girls?”

Beth giggled too. Mrs Johnson chuckled at her daughters being such normal girls.

“The boys never seemed in the slightest bit embarrassed at being naked. That was just how it was then. Mind you, boys did as they were told in those days, and a sharp bare bottom spanking befell any boy who stepped out of line. It was always fun to see a naughty boy bawling away as Miss Tyler tanned his bare bottom in front of us. Yes girls, some boys did get ‘excited’ but Miss Tyler just told them to get back in the pool. Their willys soon shrunk right down after a few minutes in the cool water.”

The girls giggled at their mum saying ‘willy’.

“Year 7 had a most interesting time in my Home Economics class this afternoon. Our new block is right alongside the old pool, so we girls saw all the year 9 boys’ willys as they swam without a stitch on. Mr Dawson got the boys doing star jumps to warm up, so all their bouncing willys got ‘excited’ then. He had the boys jog round the pool and we got close ups of all those stiff willys as they went right in front of our windows. There were more bouncing willys when he got them all jumping off the diving boards.”

The girls were in hysterics as their mum just kept repeating the word ‘willy’.

“Rory put on quite a display. It was an impressive sight, as your brother’s ‘excited’ willy was the biggest of all the year 9 boys.”

After the girls had stopped giggling at her use of that word, Beth looked at her big brother, who was as red as a beetroot.

“Wow Rory, I haven’t seen your willy...”

Beth came down with a fit of the giggles as she spoke that word, then Joan giggled too. When Beth calmed down she continued.

“...since we all used to bath together. You’d have been 7, Joan 6 and me 4. I remember you had a little winkle then, which was such a funny thing. I used to try and pull it off so you’d be the same as us, but you always kept stopping me.”

“He did have a funny little winkle then, didn’t he sis. So Rory, your willy’s a big one now. When do we get to see it?”

Rory was appalled the girls still remembered such detail from those nightmare baths where Beth tormented him all the time. His mum always laughed at her antics, saying ‘How cute’. He had been thankful the day mum said they were getting too old to bath with their brother and she bathed him on his own. It was another two years before he persuaded her to let him bath by himself. His sisters were still giggling at him and he was wishing the earth would just swallow him up. Then his mum made it so much worse.

“Well girls, that was what I wanted to talk to you about. Matron had to clean up your brother’s wounds and apply ointment and dressings. The gash went right across his willy and balls, or penis and testicles to give them their proper names, and she couldn’t put a dressing on those bits. She has given us a tube of ointment to apply each night and said that his wound must be kept open to the air as much as possible over the next two weeks so it will heal up.”

Rory was rather worried at her use of the word ‘us’ and then she made abundantly clear what she meant.

“I know you girls will act with the utmost maturity, but for the next two weeks Rory will have to be naked at home all the time.”

The girls could hardly believe it. They both looked at Rory and grinned, then took a deep breath to calm themselves.

“Of course we will mum.”

“As you know, I always have so much homework to mark each night, so I will need one of you to see that Rory’s penis and testicles are properly washed and dried before applying this ointment to them every night before he goes to bed. I know it will not be pleasant for you, but he is your brother so I expect you to step up. Now which of you will help Rory?”

This was going too far for the boy as he squeaked.

“Mum, I can do that myself!”

“Nonsense Rory. You have done such a lot to help your sisters over the years and it is time for them to pay you back now you are sick. Come on girls, which of you is going to step up?”

“Well mum, it will be more equitable if we shared these duties. If I do tonight, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, Beth can do Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Next week we can swap over. It might be best mum if you showed us both how to do it tonight so we know the correct way. How does that sound mum?”

“I think I can spare the time tonight to show you. That will be really excellent girls. You are so good to your big brother.”

Mrs Johnson pulled into their drive and stopped.

“OK Rory, out you get. Now go inside and take off those clothes. You all have homework to do tonight and I want you to get it out of the way first. You can do it on the kitchen table while I get your tea ready.”

Rory knew he couldn’t argue with his mum, and went up to his room to get changed. Being naked was bad enough, but he didn’t want to give his sisters a show first.

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Beth and Joan went to their room and were soon changing those school uniforms for something more casual.

Joan took off her blouse and undid her bra. She breathed a sigh as her perky little breasts were released, and looked down at them.

“Getting boobs is not the fun it’s cracked up to be Beth. It feels so good to get that bra off. At school some boys try to peek down my top. I don’t mind Barry Breakspear as he’s cute, but most boys are yuk! At least now I’m home I don’t have to wear a bra.”

She slipped on one of those Ed Sheeran T-shirts she got last spring. They were a bit snug now but so soft, and he was such a hunk.

Beth looked down at her own flat chest then put on her sparkly My Little Pony T-shirt.

“I don’t think mine are starting yet. Hey Joan, we’re going to see Rory’s willy. It’ll be such fun to see how big it is now.”

“Yes sis, but we get to handle it too don’t forget. Did you notice I put you down for Saturday night?”

“Oh rats, I’ll be busy with all my friends that night. Can’t you do Saturday?”

Joan giggled.

“You chump. I did that so you can get your friends to help. Unless they don’t want to handle a boy’s willy!”

Beth squealed and hugged her sister when she realised what Joan had done.

“I’ll be the most popular girl in school if handling a boy’s willy is on my sleepover schedule. Mum said he had a big one too.”

Joan chuckled.

“We will soon see in a minute. Are you ready?”

The girls went down but there was no sign of Rory.

“Where’s Rory mum?”

“He’d better be ready with all his clothes off. Now I expect total maturity from you girls. OK?”

Whilst the girls did nod, she was none too sure as they both had huge grins on their faces. She went to the foot of the stairs.

“Rory James Johnson you get down here now!”

She heard a muffled ‘Yes mum’, so went back in the kitchen. The girls had already started their homework when the door opened.

“I said all your clothes Rory. Your wounds have to air, so get those boxers off. Don’t worry about the girls. Beth reminded us in the car that they’ve already seen you naked.”

“But mum, that was years ago and I’m a big boy now.”

He went red as his mum chuckled and reminded him of this afternoon.

“So your old mum and all my year 7 girls could clearly see Rory. Now take off your boxers and give them to me.”

He still hesitated.

“You’re not too old to go over my knee young man.”

He saw the girls grin as they thought of the time they last saw big brother get spanked. He remembered it was just after bath time as his mum dried him off. He accidentally hit Beth as he tried to push her off his willy. He’d never intentionally hit his little sisters and thought his spanking was so unjust. His mum soon had him bawling more than Beth had been, but worse was to come. When she stood him back up he had a boner. Thankfully they didn’t see it as his mum instantly clamped her hand over it and whisked him off to get his pyjamas on. The only good thing to come out of that spanking was no more baths with his sisters.

“Now do as you’re told or you’ll get your bottom spanked, and I won’t care if your sisters get to see a naughty boy cry.”

Rory knew when he was beaten and slid his boxers down, keeping his back to the girls. Beth giggled.

“Nice butt bro, now turn round so we can see if your willy is as big as mum said it is.”

He looked pleadingly at his mum, but she was taking no nonsense from him.

“Look Rory, your sisters will be handling your penis and testicles soon as they kindly deal with your wounds. Now give me those boxers and put your hands on your head then turn round so Beth and Joan can see what they will have to cope with.”

He closed his eyes as he turned to his sisters, and heard them gasp. Beth giggled as Joan spoke first.

“Wow Rory! Mum was not wrong, that is a big willy, especially as you are such a small guy. How big is it?”

“Just a minute Joan. Mum, where’s your tape measure?”

“Now, now girls. Leave your brother alone, as it’s homework time. Sit down on the end Rory and get on with your studying.”

“Yes mum.”

His mum was with them so the girls couldn’t do anything, and after he had his tea he asked to go back to his room.

“OK Rory, but it’s school tomorrow so you will have to be in bed by 9.30. Now girls I have jobs to keep you occupied.”

He was relieved mum was letting him have a few hours alone time, then his mum reminded him what had to be done before bed.

“I have a lot of marking tonight, and if I am to show you girls how to clean and dry Rory’s penis and testicles before applying the ointment, I want you to do the washing up and there is a heap of your blouses and your brother’s shirts to iron. Rory, I will bring the girls up at 9 so I can go through the procedure with them. You are very lucky to have such caring sisters.”

He had his own opinion of his sisters as he got up. The girls groaned at the work mum had for them, but two pairs of eyes went straight between their brother’s legs as his swinging penis went out the door. Rory was on edge all evening as he’d expected his sisters to come in at any time as he chilled out on his X-box. It was a few minutes to 9 and he heard three pairs of shoes coming up the stairs. Knocking back his last orange juice, he knew this was the moment he had been dreading as they walked in.

“OK Rory, let’s get you to the bathroom so I can show your sisters what to do. They’ll be on their own from tomorrow.”

Rory was like a condemned man as he walked naked into the bathroom followed by his mum, Joan and Beth.

“Before we clean your penis and testicles, you’d better have a pee first.”

He was shocked, as his sisters would see.

“But mum...”

“Don’t you ‘but mum’ me. I haven’t got all night. Beth, run the tap as trickling water always helps boys to tinkle.”

He had had a lot of orange juice and, with the running water, it was not long before he was busting to go. Finally, he couldn’t stop it. Beth giggled as she watched Rory aim his powerful stream into the bowl. She saw him give a quick shake as it finished.

“Boys peeing through their willy while they stand up is quite neat Rory.”

“Right Rory, step into the bath so you can be got all clean. Beth, you can wash your brother. Before you start, you need to pull back that loose skin on the end of his penis as you must always wash under there when cleaning boys.”

Beth grinned at her brother as she gripped his willy.

“It’s been six years since I last held this Rory. It’s so much bigger now.”

Rory went red as his little sister slid back his foreskin to reveal his large purple head.

“That’s got it Beth, Take the shower head and spray all over his penis and testicles, avoiding those dressings, then soap up your hands and rub it all over. That’s it. Keep holding the loose skin back so the soap is worked in to get him all clean under there. It is best to use your fingers. Wash each testicle separately, and don’t squeeze them too hard as boys are very sensitive there.”

Rory was humiliated at the indignity of his little sister washing his junk, but knew this was only the beginning of a bad two weeks.

“There Beth, all clean now, so use the shower head to rinse the soap off. Use your fingers to get the soap out of all his little wrinkles. Now take this towel and dry everything off, especially under that loose skin.”

Beth grinned as she pulled back his foreskin and rubbed all over.

It might have been his sister, but Rory was still worried. He breathed a sigh of relief as she let go. Beth looked at her mum.

“His willy seems a bit bigger now. Is Rory getting ‘excited’?”

“That can happen when you wash boys there. Now Joan, you have been watching how your sister washed Rory so I don’t need to get you to repeat it. You can put on the ointment. Pull back the skin and hold his penis out. That’s it, now rub the ointment over the clean graze. Put a bit on that side of his wrinkly bag, or scrotum to use the correct term. Well done Joan.”

Joan was delighted to hold a boy’s willy for the first time, even if it was her brother. She didn’t know what to expect and found it surprisingly soft and warm. His bag was hairy and wrinkly and those balls were quite heavy. All in all, great fun. Beth had been pleased to renew her acquaintance with Rory’s willy, especially now it was so much bigger. She recalled he had a little bag below, but didn’t remember feeling any balls back then. They were certainly big and heavy now, and she was really pleased to be a girl without all that stuff swinging between her legs. She nodded at her mum’s question.

“Are you happy you know how to do it Beth? Right, let’s leave Rory to finish getting ready for bed.”

As they left, his mum told Rory to brush his teeth then go to bed. Rory was relieved. His willy had plumped up a bit, but at least he hadn’t got a full on boner. It didn’t bear thinking about what else could have happened in front of his mum and sisters.

**********

After school the next night, Rory went off with his best mate John Breakspear. He was going to have tea at the Breakspear’s and said he would be back about 7. It was just Joan and her mum in the car as they picked up Beth, and Joan had waited until then before spilling the beans on her exciting news.

“You know we had our weekly sports session this afternoon.”

Her mum had been in her Home Economcs class with the year 10 girls, so knew what Joan had been desperate to share with Beth.

“Yes dear, was it fun?”

“Not half. As the playing field was flooded we had art in the gym while our boys were to do swimming. We had all seen the revised schedules so the boys had brought their trunks. They were stunned to hear Mr Dawson tell them the headmaster had agreed that, while the playing field was out, swimming for boys would revert to the old ways so they wouldn’t need any trunks! He told them to get changed and we girls were eagerly waiting for them to come out. It had been a while so Mr Dawson went in to get them moving. He had ‘Old Faithful’ in his hands and we soon heard the boys’ shrieks as he laid into them. The changing room doors crashed open as our naked classmates almost fell out with their hands between their legs. It was not only their faces that were red as we watched them rush through the gym with their bare bums on full view. We girls never need spanking, but it was such fun to see all those naughty little boy spanked red bottoms jiggling about. That cute Barry Breakspear was rubbing his sore bum so we all saw his willy, but then Jenny Bryant called out ‘Look at Breakspear’s little winkle’ and he covered up.”

Beth was on the edge of her seat, giggling away. Her mum just chuckled at her question.

“Did you see any more willys Joan?”

“After they had all gone through and we had stopped laughing, Miss Jones told me to go and ask Mr Dawson if we could have three boys to shift the piano. Kathy Frankel stupidly said we couldn’t do that as they were all naked. Miss Jones grinned as we all told her to shut up, so I was sent off to carry out her orders, and got to see all my classmates naked into the bargain. When I arrived at the pool, Mr Dawson had them lined up and doing drill practice. I nearly jumped out of my skin as he roared ‘ATTEN...SHUN’ and they all snapped to it. Those nervous boys knew I was looking at their 28 willys and balls on full display, but couldn’t do anything about it. Most of them were just like Barry Breakspear, although some of the winkles were longer and a few had a bit of hair round them. There were three boys with long hairy willys, but none as long and hairy as Rory.”

“My year 10 girls saw you and the boys. They thought your boys with their bald little winkles looked just so cute.”

“Mr Dawson sent me back with Barry, James Tyler and Elliot Griggs. When we got back, all us girls were pleased to watch those naked boys with their little willys wobbling about as they struggled with the piano. They went back and we thought that was it. However, at the end of the session Mr Dawson had them all march back naked and he stood them to attention in the gym. I was surprised they didn’t look nervous any more, and when he suggested we could all swim with the naked boys next week, they didn’t seem to mind. When he dismissed them, several boys came over to talk with us girls even though they had not a stitch on! Cute Barry chatted away to me and he didn’t seem in the least concerned that his little willy and balls were on display.”

Her little sister was enthralled.

“Wow Joan, that must have been awesome. I wish our boys swam naked. I bet George Wilson looks great in his birthday suit.”

Her mum chipped in.

“I think Mr Dawson had been working the boys hard so they will have no fear at being naked in front of girls, as boys were in our day. He went through the same exercises as with Rory, and after a while the boys were taking no notice of us. They probably took the view that once we had seen them naked, there really was nothing else to fear. Many of the boys in my old school told me they quite liked swimming without the restrictions of tight trunks, and no doubt your classmates are the same.”

“Yes mum. That’s pretty much what Barry said.”

“Joan, you will be in my class tomorrow afternoon. Do you recall which year’s games session will be going on?”

She watched the gears grind on in her daughter’s brain, then she chuckled as Joan’s eyes opened wide.

“It’s year 11!”

“Yes dear, but do try and reserve a little bit of your brain for my lesson.”

********

Rory got back just before 7 with John, and his younger brother Barry was also with him.

“John and Barry came over to play on my X-box for an hour or so. Is that OK mum?”

His mum remembered seeing both boys naked and thought she would have a bit of fun with them.

“You boys know that as a result of his wounds in the pool yesterday Rory has to be kept naked while in the house.”

Both boys nodded.

“Yes Mrs Johnson, Rory told us.”

“I’ve decided that during the time Rory has to be naked in the house, I’ll have a ‘no clothes’ policy for any boy while he is here.”

She expected their faces to drop, but was surprised to see them just shrug.

“You’ve seen both of us in the pool Mrs Johnson, so it won’t bother me. How about you Barry?”

“Joan’s already seen me as well, so I’m fine.”

This was going much better than she could have thought. She grinned at the boys.

“OK guys, get your kit off.”

As the boys started to take their clothes off, Rory whispered to his friends ‘Thanks mates. There’s nothing I can do, and it’s a bit lonely being the only naked guy with my mum and two sisters here.’ As Rory got his underpants off, Barry looked on in awe.

“Wow Rory, that is bigger than John’s and I thought his was big. You can see I’ve barely started puberty yet.”

Mrs Johnson smiled sympathetically at Barry.

“Boys start puberty at different times Barry, usually between 12 and 14. In a few years you may well be as big as your brother. Any girl worth her salt will tell you size doesn’t matter, it’s what’s inside that counts.”

Joan and Beth came out of the kitchen and their mum saw them do a double take at all the boy flesh.

“Hello girls. John and Barry are the first to experience my new ‘no clothes for boys’ policy while Rory’s naked at home.”

Barry smiled at Joan.

“Hi Joan, Your mum said we had to get undressed like Rory while we are here. You’ve seen me already after today’s swimming so it doesn’t matter to me. You don’t mind, do you Beth?”

Beth grinned and came forward for an even closer look.

“Hi Barry. Not at all. You guys look great in your birthday suits. Rory’s winkle looked like that when we all bathed together.”

“Wow Rory, you bathed with Joan and Beth. How cool was that.”

Rory went red and quickly clarified.

“Err... We were only little kids then. I was 7, Joan was 6 and Beth 4. Err... Shall we go up to my room to play on my X-box?”

“Hey Barry, Beth and I have a Wii upstairs, do you want to play with us on that?”

“Now girls, you know my rules about boys in your bedroom. If you want to play with Barry, do it in the den.”

“OK mum. Beth, go up and get the Wii and we’ll plug it in down here. Come with me Barry.”

Rory and John went upstairs to his X-box. Beth shot past them, landing a playful smack on John’s bum.

“Great butt Johnny!”

She looked back and giggled.

“Nice willy too! Not as big as Rory’s though.”

John just laughed at her.

“You cheeky little sod Beth. My willy suits me fine.”

John turned to Rory with a grin.

“Your Beth’s a little terror. Shall we play Fortnite?”

**********

Beth had set up the Wii in the den and the three kids were soon having fun. Joan grinned at Beth as she suggested a new game.

“Hey Beth, let’s go for Just Dance with that twerking song?”

Beth grinned back at her sister then looked at Barry.

“You any good at dancing Barry?”

“I guess we’ll soon find out. You two go first and I’ll join in when I see how you do it.”

The girls were soon into the swing of it with synchronised bum shakes, upper body shakes and hip thrusts as the music played and they sang along. Barry hadn’t played Just Dance before but the girls were having such fun and he found their enthusiasm contagious. Joan grabbed his hand and swung him between her and Beth.

“Just follow the middle avatar. Go for it Barry.”

He threw himself into the music and was soon having as much fun as the girls, shaking and thrusting all their bits at each other. Of course, Barry had one more bit to shake than the girls, and being naked meant it was less constrained than their bits. Beth was fascinated by its gyrations and nodded to her sister. Joan smiled and pulled him round to face her as Beth decided to take a breather and sat on the couch to watch the two of them twerking away.

“Way to go you guys. You’re doing great Barry.”

Barry didn’t care for the ginger guy with the scruffy beard on Joan’s front, but the jiggling of what was under that snug T-shirt was captivating and his eyes were drawn to it. Joan saw where he was looking and grinned at him as she upped her tempo. Both his own movement, and watching Joan’s bits shaking about, had a none too surprising, and very visible, effect on a naked 12-year-old boy twerking with a clothed 12-year-old girl. Beth looked at Barry with her most innocent face.

“Hey Barry, your willy’s gone all stiff. Is this getting you excited?”

He looked down and saw his thin 3 inch prepubescent boner, but suspected they had been egging him on.

“Sorry girls, it sometimes happens of its own accord, but I think you girls set out to make me stiff.”

Joan laughed.

“We’re rumbled Beth. I think your willy’s even more beautiful now it’s stiff Barry. Don’t you agree Beth?”

“Come over here Barry so I can have a proper look.”

He did as he was told and was not in the least upset when Beth grabbed has stiffie, slid back his foreskin, and began to study it.

“I agree sis, this stiff willy is beautiful. Come and sit down next to me Barry.”

Joan needed a rest, so plonked herself down on the couch too. Just then Rory and John came in. John glanced down at his brother.

“You’ve been having fun by the look of it Barry. Come on, it’s 8.40 and we’d better get off back home.”

Mrs Johnson came in.

“Would you kids like a drink?”

“Thanks Mrs Johnson, but we should be getting off now as we promised mum we’d be back by 9.”

She looked down at Barry to see her girls each had a hand at the top of his thighs, right alongside his little bag and that cute 3 inch prepubescent boner. It was definitely time for ‘The Talk’. She had this planned for Beth’s Saturday night sleepover when she could explain it to all the girls together. She wondered if she could have these two boys as well as Rory for the practical. She hadn’t told the girls yet or they would blab, and would leave telling the guys until the last minute.

“Beth is having a sleepover on Saturday night with some of her friends. Rory will be the only guy here amongst all us girls, so he might like some company. Would you two like to sleepover with him? You can come over for tea before they all get here.”

“That’s very kind of you, but won’t that be a lot of extra work for you Mrs Johnson.”

“The more the merrier in my book. What about it?”

John looked over to his brother, who nodded.

“OK Mrs Johnson, we’re in.”

Barry chuckled.

“I suppose your new policy will still be in force Mrs Johnson.”

Beth and Joan slapped his thighs, making his stiffie bounce, before they replied in unison.

“You bet Barry!”

Mrs Johnson looked at the brothers and laughed.

“Of course it will guys. Now get dressed and we’ll see you kids Saturday. Goodnight John, goodnight Barry.”

Before leaving she turned to her kids.

“Rory and Beth, it’s ointment time so off you go.”

**********

Throughout the rest of the week Rory managed to survive the ministrations of both of his sisters without getting a full on boner, but now it was Saturday and the house was going to be full of girls. For some reason, Joan had invited several of her friends, so there would be about a dozen girls around. At least he would have John and Barry for company.

They arrived just before 5 and knew the drill. Mrs Johnson smiled as they stripped off then followed her into the den where Rory and his sisters were. After a whole week of seeing and handling their naked brother every night, they actually found it a bit boring, but here was fresh meat. The girls grinned at the two brothers, and Joan looked direct at the younger one.

“Come here Barry and squeeze in between me and Beth. What shall we play? Fancy a card game?”

Mrs Johnson looked at Barry snuggled between her daughters and laughed.

“If Joan suggests strip poker Barry she’s cheating, as you boys will already have lost. I’ll get you all a drink before we have tea. What would you like kids?”

She was soon back with five cokes.

“Here you are kids. Tea will be about half an hour.”

The older boys took their drinks upstairs. Barry and the girls played with the Wii until Barry had to nip up for a pee.

“Hey Beth, I invited Sue Cotton and Jacquie Stevens. They are bringing their older sisters June and Kate, classmates of Rory and John. I think you know them all.”

She then gave her sister a grin.

“You invited Annabelle Wilson. I spoke with her this afternoon and she will now be bringing along her twin brother George. I mentioned it to mum and she was quite happy for him to come. He can sleep with the boys.”

“George is cute, but why did you want him here with us girls?”

Joan said nothing and just continued to grin. It took a few seconds for it to dawn on Beth, then she grinned too.

“Mum’s new policy! We’ll have to take a vote on where he’s sleeping. I’m not the only one who finds him cute.”

“I thought you’d like that. I told Annabelle about the boys’ dress code. She was so excited we’d have 3 older boys naked as well.”

**********

It was about 7 when the girls began to arrive and Mrs Johnson had the boys greet them. Beth had told her friends about Rory but kept it secret about John and Barry. They were unfazed by all the girls, who had huge grins on their faces at this wonderful sight. Rory and John were surprised to see June Cotton and Kate Stevens from their class, but apparently they had come with their younger sisters who were in Joan’s class. Annabelle Wilson and her twin brother were the last to arrive. George was surprised to see three older boys here who were completely naked. He whispered to his sister.

“Annabelle, why are those boys naked?”

“Err... Joan mentioned something about it. Err... To do with her brother Rory I think. Err... She said her mum’d explain it all.”

On cue, Mrs Johnson came over.

“Hello Annabelle, hello George. Nice to see you both.”

It was George who replied.

“Thank you for inviting us Mrs Johnson. Err... I... err... noticed those boys are... err... naked!”

“That’s right George. Rory has to be naked to keep his wounds open to the air for the next two weeks until they heal. I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s unfair for him to be naked on his own, so boys in this house have to take all their clothes off too.”

“But...”

She knew her best teacher’s voice would convince this 10-year-old boy that dissent not would be tolerated.

“Now George, get all your clothes off and hang them up here. Quick about it George. You can see John and Barry are already naked. As soon as you have those clothes off, you can go in and meet all the girls too.”

George didn’t want to meet any girls if he had no clothes on. His sister was finding it amusing, but feigned impatience.

“Come on. Don’t make such a fuss George. Here, let me get you undressed.”

George was in shock and unable to protest as Annabelle quickly got him down to his underwear. With a final flourish she whipped them down and off, to see her twin brother’s willy for the first time since they stopped bathing together when they were 6. It had barely grown. He snapped his hands in front as she began neatly folding his clothes.

“We girls aren’t interested in little boy’s winkles, now put your hands down and let’s go in and meet all my friends.”

He was rooted to the spot, so she smacked his hands away. Beth came over, grinning at what she had been waiting for; a very naked George. Like all the girls he would meet tonight, she was interested in studying his willy. He was just so cute she thought.

“Hi Annabelle, Hi George. You’ll know the girls from our class, but let me introduce you to the others. Come along George.”

She grabbed one hand and his sister grabbed the other as they dragged him into the noisy melee of young girls.

“Jacquie, this is Annabelle’s twin brother George.”

Jacquie deliberately looked down and giggled.

“I can see you are obviously not identical twins George.”

George went red as his sister looked at him.

“Cat got your tongue George. Say hello to Jacquie.”

“Err... H-h-h-ello... err... J-J-Jacquie.”

The evening didn’t get much better for George, but he was somewhat reassured by Barry a bit later.

“Look mate it’s seen one, seen them all to girls. They soon get bored and none of them are bothered about us now. It’s all to help out my brother’s best mate Rory so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable being the only naked guy here. Don’t worry about your size either. You can see I’m barely any bigger than you. My brother has gone through puberty, but he is not as big as Rory, who is huge. Just chill out George.”

“Where have Rory and John gone, I can’t see them here.”

“They’ve gone upstairs to play Fortnite on Rory’s X-box. Let’s join the girls playing with the Wii. There’s your classmate Beth and her older sister with Annabelle.”

As they walked over, Joan smiled at them.

“Hi Barry, hi George. Beth, swap over to Just Dance, it’s Barry’s favourite. Do you dance George?”

Barry tutted and shook his head, but grinned at Joan nonetheless. Beth was surprised to see George smiling at last.

“I love it. We never miss Strictly Come Dancing in our house. Annabelle has taught me the latest dances and it’s fun.”

“OK Beth, you know the song. Follow the middle avatar if you’re not sure George.”

The boys were throwing themselves fully into the song, along with about six other girls. Joan saw Barry studying her Ed Sheeran T-shirt and returned his grin. Beth had told Annabelle it might be fun to watch her brother’s willy as the dance gets going. She was amazed to see it grow to about 2½ inches and stick right up, just like Barry’s. George was having such fun and was oblivious to what had happened. Just then, in came Mrs Johnson and saw the state of their willys.

“Err... Barry, you and George are all sweaty and it’s nearly bedtime. Take George up with you and have a shower.”

George was still unaware of the reason for all the girl’s grins as Barry led him off. Joan chuckled, making her mum smile.

“You should have told them to take a cold shower mum.”

“Quite right Joan, that would have been more what they needed. As the boys have gone, I need to have a talk with all of you about boys and what happens to them as they get older. You’re growing up fast and it is an important part of your education. You have already seen them naked, but I will shortly call them all down and explain to you about those interesting boy parts. Now, I think it only fair that the boys should learn about girls too, and I need two volunteers. One older girl and one younger girl.”

It was June who asked the question almost all the girls were thinking.

“Are you asking two of us to get naked? In front of boys! No way. Saints preserve us!”

She knew from her classes that Kate Stevens was always up for pretty much anything, and was pleased she had read her correctly.

“Don’t be such an old fuddy-duddy June. I’ll do it Mrs Johnson. It’ll be a laugh. Besides, it’s not so noticeable for a girl when she is having fun. We could all see how much fun Barry and George were having!”

Mrs Johnson saw all the girls, except June, laugh at Kate’s spot-on observation. She saw her youngest daughter grin at Kate.

“I’ll join you Kate. We’ve all seen our cute classmate George in his birthday suit, although we could see he wasn’t happy about it. I’ll let him have some fun now seeing what girls his age look like. As you say mum, it’s only fair.”

The other girls had all been worrying in case Mrs Johnson chose them to be naked. Now that was decided, they could all relax.

“Kate and Beth, I don’t want the boys seeing you as they come in. After you have taken all your clothes off, get to the back of the room. The rest of you girls shield them until I call them forward. Barry and George should have finished their shower now. Please go up and bring them down Joan, and get Rory and John too.”

Beth had already whipped off her shorts and knickers as well as her sparkly T-shirt, and was watching Kate strip off. Mrs Johnson soon saw two lovely naked girls. Kate had nice sized boobs for a 13-year-old, and a neat triangle of pubic hair surrounding her mature slit. Her daughter was completely flat on top, with a bald but pronounced pubis and a tiny slit. Perfect for the lesson she thought. Her oldest daughter had a question.

“What shall I say to get all the boys down mum?”

“Tell them I am making their bedtime cocoa and to come down now. Right girls act normally when they come in.”

**********

As Barry and George started upstairs, Barry chuckled at him.

“That twerking was fun. I can see how much fun you had.”

George looked puzzled so Barry nodded down below.

“Oh my God, it’s gone stiff. You too! Did the girls see that?”

“Beth and Joan set that music up so the girls could watch us go stiff. Didn’t you see them all grinning at us? I wouldn’t worry about it as it’s all quite natural. We had fun, they had fun, so just forget it. Let’s go take a shower.”

“OK.”

The boys were finishing off in the shower when Joan just walked in. George snapped his hands between his legs.

“Look George, everyone here has seen your willy. Why are you trying to hide something that we all know what it looks like? Put your hands down.”

Barry smiled encouragingly so George would drop his hands, then he looked at his classmate.

“That’s better George. What was it you wanted Joan?”

“I came up to tell you mum’s making bedtime cocoa for you boys and she wants you all downstairs now. Hurry up and get dried off and bring your brother and Rory down with you.”

“We’ll all be down in a few minutes. OK?”

Joan nodded and went to leave. She smiled across at George.

“You know George, my sister finds you very cute. She’s not wrong. See you in a few minutes. Don’t be late.”

As she went out, Barry patted George on his back.

“There mate, Beth fancies you. Things are looking up for you now. Are you ready?”

George grinned.

“Wow, Beth finds me cute. She has always been nice to me, and I like her too. Let’s pick up the others and go down to the girls.”

**********

The girls were all standing around chatting in the den when the four boys walked in. George could not see Beth, but Joan gave him a smile as Mrs Johnson got up.

“There you are boys. I’ll get the cocoa shortly, but I need your help with a lesson first. It’s both for you and the girls. You kids are all growing up fast and need information on the facts of life.”

It was Rory who spoke.

“What, sex education and stuff?”

“Yes Rory, and I want you boys to help in some practical demonstrations of the male body and how it works. As you are already naked, it will be easier to demonstrate to the girls how a boy’s body changes as it goes through puberty. Are you OK with that?”

Mrs Johnson saw the boys look a bit nervous, but they nodded. She turned to the girls.

“I am sure we would all like to thank these four boys for agreeing to participate in our lesson.”

The boys smiled as the girls all applauded.

“The main physical part of growing up is a thing called puberty. Puberty is when you change from being a child to a young adult. How old you are when it happens can vary, but for boys this typically takes place when they are between 12 and 14 and for girls a bit earlier, between 11 and 13. How old are you George?”

“I’m 10 Mrs Johnson.”

“You Barry?”

“12 Mrs Johnson.”

“You John?”

“13 Mrs Johnson.”

“and you Rory?”

“Also 13 mum.”

“Girls, what differences are there between these boys?”

It was Annabelle who stated the obvious.

“Rory and John have big hairy willys and balls Mrs Johnson. Barry and George have no hair and just a tiny willy and balls.”

“Yes Annabelle, but that is not the only thing. Anyone got any other ideas?”

“Rory and John have deeper voices than Barry and George.”

“Very good Jacquie. Any other offers? Boys, perhaps you could give them a clue and put your hands up in the air.”

“Rory and John have hair under their arms, just like round their willys mum. Barry and George have no hair round their willys or under their arms.”

“Well done Joan. There are a few other differences. Hold your head up please Rory. See this sticky out bit on his neck, that is called the Adam’s Apple. George, hold your head up please. See, he has no Adam’sApple. The big boys have more muscle too. Let’s look in detail at those most obvious differences mentioned by Annabelle.”

She went over to George.

“You girls referred to willy and balls, but the proper name for the willy is the penis, and inside this tight little sac, called the scrotum, are his two balls, more properly known as testicles. George is 10, and his penis and testicles are only a little bigger than when he was born. You will see he has no hair here at all. If I hold up his penis you can see it comes to point of loose skin. This is known as the foreskin and if I slide it right back you will see the head of his small penis with this little slit in the end where his pee comes out. Looking at Barry, his penis and testicles are just a bit bigger and his sac is beginning to get looser. Looking over this area, I can see a few short hairs beginning to grow.”

This was news to Barry and he looked down.

“Where Mrs Johnson?”

She pointed them out and he grinned.

“Cool. It’s starting.”

“Barry is 12, so we should expect him to be starting his puberty, and these early signs confirm this. In a year or so he will probably be as big as his brother. He also has this loose skin that I can slide back to reveal the head and little slit. John and Rory both have these large penises and big testicles which hang right down. For big boys, the foreskin does not completely cover the head, so you can see the slit where the pee comes out. Now, all these boys have a foreskin, but some boys have it cut off while they are still a baby, so the head is always visible.”

Some of the girls winced at the thought of cutting a boy’s willy.

“Why do they do that mum?”

“Some religions require boys to have their foreskins removed Joan, and occasionally it has to be removed for medical reasons. That is known as a circumcision, and such boys are known as having been circumcised. In the old days this was much more common and fathers had sons circumcised simply because they had been. Now only a small minority of boys are circumcised.”

“It doesn’t seem right for parents to do that to a boy mum, especially when he is a baby and cannot give informed consent.”

“I agree Joan. Now boys, we girls think it is only fair that you learn about how a girl’s body changes as it goes through puberty. OK girls, step forward.”

The boys were astonished when the girls in front of them parted and they saw two naked girls come out from behind. Kate smiled at her classmates as Beth smiled at Barry and George. Rory was desperate not to get a boner in front of his mum, but this was the first naked girl he had seen since he was last bathed with his sisters when he was 7, and they were only little girls then. Kate was by no means a little girl, and Rory knew he was fighting a losing battle. John and Barry were happy to go with the flow not caring about getting a boner. George did not even realise he had gone stiff until Beth stood in front of him and gave it a playful flick. She was grinning, so he decided to grin too.

“Girls, you can now see what happens to boys when they get excited, and seeing a naked girl is the quickest way to do that. You will see that their penises have grown and gone stiff. That is called getting an erection and occurs when the heart pumps extra blood into the penis, a bit like like blowing up a balloon. You will see that before they go through puberty the erect penis is still small and thin, but for mature penises like Rory and John they become long and thick. John’s penis is about average at just under 6 inches but, despite his small stature, my son is well above average at nearly 8 inches long.”

It was Kate who remembered those exact measurements Alice helped to take in matron’s office.

“Matron measured it on Monday when I took him to get his wounds seen to. Rory’s erect penis is 7.8 inches long and 4.8 inches round. He has 2.3 inch testicles too. Matron said his development is at the final Tanner stage 5 and definitely adult Mrs Johnson.”

His sisters grinned at hearing all this detail about their brother’s size.

“Wow bro, you’re a big boy! What do you think Beth?”

“He is big Joan, but he’s not as cute as George.”

Rory went red at these comments. They were discussing his boner for heaven’s sake!

“We’ll come back to the boys, but for now let’s look at the changes in girls as they go through puberty. How old are you Kate?”

“13 Mrs Johnson.”

“and you Beth?”

“10 mum.”

“Right, what differences can you see between these two girls. Rory?”

“Err... Well mum. Err... Kate’s got boobs mum and err... she’s got hair down there. Err... Beth looks like a little boy on top and has no err... hair around her err... err... slit.”

“Quite right Rory. A prepubescent girl wearing just shorts would be indistinguishable from a little boy. About 11 her breast tissue begins to swell and by 13 her breasts are well developed like Kate. Joan’s breasts are coming on nicely, as we can see.”

Her older daughter got caught up in the moment and pulled off her Ed Sheeran T-shirt.

“Yes they are mum.”

At seeing his classmate’s beautiful breasts, Barry’s jaw dropped. His boner did quite the reverse.

“Now Kate and Beth, would you sit on these chairs, open your legs and hold your slit open so I can show everyone what all the girls parts are. The boys will not have seen them, and many girls may not know what these parts are called.”

As she opened her legs and held her slit wide, Kate smiled at Rory and John as she watched their boners twitch and begin to leak.

“The slit is properly called the vulva, although it is often referred to as a girl’s pussy. Beth has no hair yet on her undeveloped vulva. At the bottom is this tiny entrance to her immature vagina. The puckered hole above it is where a girl pees from. Kate has hair and a fully mature vulva comprising these folds of skin, known as the labia majora and labia minor. Labia majora is the outer one and labia minora the inner one. This is the entrance to her vagina, with the hole where she pees just above. At the top, Kate’s mature vulva has something that Beth does not yet have. Just peeping out of this little hood at the top is her clitoris. This is similar to a boy’s penis, but much smaller obviously. That is a very important part for a girl, as you younger girls will get to know soon.”

“Mum, Rory and John’s penises are leaking. Is that pee?”

“No Joan, that happens to bigger boys when they get excited. Perhaps we should get back to the boys again. Joan has pointed out this clear liquid oozing out of the penis. Barry and George have not gone through puberty, so it will not happen to them yet. The liquid is called pre-ejaculate fluid. I mentioned earlier that pee comes out of the slit at the end of the penis, but another important fluid also comes out of there. That is semen which contains the sperm needed to make a baby. Semen is continually produced in a boy’s testicles after they go through puberty. In order to make a baby, the penis has to be put in the girl’s vagina first.”

Several girls gasped.

“That big thing will never fit Mrs Johnson.”

“When you get older Annabelle, your vagina gets bigger and it becomes quite stretchy to be able to fit round it. That clear liquid acts as a lubricant too, so it slides in easier. The sperm has to meet up with a girl’s egg or ovum to fertilize it and make a baby. When puberty begins in girls, you produce an egg each month. If that is not fertilized by a sperm, the egg and the tissue around it are discharged through the vagina. That is the time of the month when a girl needs to use a tampon or a pad to catch it all. ”

She saw the older girls, including her eldest daughter, go red at such an intimate feminine matter being discussed in front of boys.

“Now Joan, this is an entirely natural process. Too many boys are completely ignorant of these fundamental facts of life experienced by half of the population. They need to know all about this if they are to understand and respect us girls.”

“Mrs Johnson, you said boy’s testicles are continually producing semen. Does it keep building up?”

“A good question Annabelle. Boy’s testicles can store semen, but if it gets too much it may come out as a boy sleeps, which is known as a nocturnal emission. It is also called a wet dream, as boys often wake up with wet pyjamas or sheets in the morning. I do the washing and know Rory has been having wet dreams for more than a year now. Boys have another way of getting rid of semen, and that is known as masturbation, although boys usually call it wanking or jerking off. Boys play with their penis and after a few minutes semen can squirt out, when a boy is said to cum. Boys get a lot of pleasure from playing with their penis, and this often starts before they produce semen. If no semen squirts out, this is know as a dry cum.”

She smiled as the older boys, including her son, went red at such an intimate masculine matter being discussed in front of girls.

“Rory, all older boys masturbate. It’s completely natural and you know how much fun it is. I do wish you would use tissues to catch the mess a bit more often though, to save your old mum having to keep changing your sheets so frequently.”

“How do boys masturbate mum?”

She saw Rory, John and Barry go scarlet. George looked puzzled, and she guessed, correctly, that he hadn’t yet found out his penis did more than pee. She thought this was the time to give the boys their fun, and perhaps the girls might like to help.

“These boys have been so patient Joan, so perhaps they deserve a bit of fun. Boys find it great to play with their penis, but the pleasure can be more intense if someone else does it to them. Kate, you are next to John, and Beth you are next to George. Perhaps you Joan would like to stand next to Barry?”

She would very much like to do Rory herself, but decided to offer it to one of the older girls. She looked straight at his classmate.

“June, would you like to help with Rory?”

June’s mum had told her and Sue they would go to hell if they ever consorted with boys. If her mum had got even a whiff there were to be any at this sleepover, the girls would have been locked in their bedroom to pray all night. If she’d known the boys would be naked, they’d be saying Hail Marys for eternity. Thankfully, her mum had believed the angelic assurances of her little sister that it would be an all girls sleepover. June had just nodded when mum asked her to confirm this, so hadn’t actually spoken an untrue word. Anyway, she had her fingers crossed. Mrs Johnson was her teacher and she wouldn’t be asking her to do anything truly wicked, so, on balance, June thought eternal damnation was a fair price to pay for all this fun. She was very unsure about holding a boy’s thing, especially such a big one, but was determined to show she wasn’t the old fuddy-duddy Kate thought.

“Err... OK Mrs Johnson.”

June took a deep breath and walked over to Rory. She stretched out her hand and nervously touched his stiff willy, expecting any moment to be struck by lighting or grabbed by Beelzebub and plunged into a pit of fire and brimstone. Pleasantly surprised no harm was befalling her, she began to explore this unfamiliar object in her hand. It was far from disagreeable and was warm to her touch. She couldn’t work out how it felt so hard yet soft at the same time. Squeezing it, it pulsed back. She looked at Rory, who grinned at her, clearly liking what she was doing. She thought this was her best time ever and had no idea it’d get even better.

“Right girls, hold the penis and slide back that loose skin, then slide it forward and keep repeating that action. On the back stroke, jerk the skin really tight. That’s it June, you’ve got it. All you other girls had better move to the side to avoid the ‘splash zone’.”

June had been doing this for about a minute when she noticed Kate had her finger between her legs and was rubbing there while she did John. June had been worrying about the itch she had between her legs. Perhaps Kate had an itch there too. She had never felt anything like it before, and as she saw everyone’s eyes were on the boys, she thought no one would notice a quick scratch. June was unprepared for the fireworks when she moved her hand down. She gasped and nearly let go of Rory. Recovering quickly, she gripped him tighter as she tried to get rid of that itch.

Rory was very familiar with the embrace of Rosy Palm and her five sisters, but was astonished how right his mother was as June worked her magic. He had no idea how totally inexperienced June was, he just knew how great this felt. Then June’s grip tightened and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He didn’t care as it was all so wonderful.

June’s legs began to tremble as she rubbed between them. If this was what eternal damnation felt like, bring it on God! Worried she might fall, she gripped Rory even tighter as she stroked that rod.

George was ecstatic to have Beth naked alongside him. So that was what girls his age looked like down there. He didn’t know why she was playing with his stiff willy. Apart from earlier, it had gone stiff before, mainly in the morning as he woke. This was nice having Beth play with it, but nothing special. It was nice just being with her, then came a stirring he had never felt before.

Barry was still going with the flow as he admired his topless classmate. He’d always been rivetted watching what moved under those T-shirts with that scruffy ginger guy on them, but couldn’t believe the sheer beauty of her now exposed petite mounds. He’d never felt this good before as the pressure in his willy was growing. Being done by a girl, especially a topless one, was fantastic.

John couldn’t take his eyes off the stunning naked girl beside him. She’d revealed all her charms, and what charms they were. Her right hand was working wonders on his willy, when he noticed where her left hand was. She was rubbing it between her legs, but he had no idea why. Mrs Johnson had earlier pointed out a little pink button at the top of her pussy, but the pink thing she was rubbing there now was much bigger and looked wet and shiny. He wished he knew more about girls, but being close to cumming, he now only cared about his climax. Rory’s mum sure was accurate about being wanked by a girl. This was infinitely better.

Mrs Johnson was watching the kids getting closer to climax. From the look on young George’s face she thought even he was going to cum, albeit dry. She had seen ample evidence that Rory squirted, and John doubtless could shoot too. Barry’s penis had grown a bit but was clearly immature so he might not squirt yet. She looked at the girls and could see Joan and Beth were grinning, so were enjoying this a lot, although they were not diddling between their legs. Perhaps they didn’t know the fun to be had there. The other two girls clearly knew, and if the younger girls were paying attention they would soon pick it up. She had no idea about June’s clit, as she had her slacks on, but Kate’s clit had really grown. Kate had said it was not so noticeable for a girl when she had fun, but that clit was certainly giving the game away big time. It might be a good talking point for this lesson.

Rory was the first to climax, giving a loud grunt as his orgasm hit. June was gripping him tight, but she was surprised that his willy expanded and forced her fingers apart as she watched stream after stream of white stuff shoot across the room. His willy jerked as each stream shot out. Then her own climax hit. She had no knowledge of what to expect, and squealed again and again in rapture, truly praising her God for this infinite bliss that just kept on giving. Finally, she calmed down to see all the room turned to her. She went scarlet, but the grin on her face never faded. John and Barry grunted as their orgasms peaked together. Joan looked across at Kate as she moaned, and wondered if she had hurt herself. Finally, George found himself rising up on his toes and grunting. He had not dreamed there was that much pleasure in the world. Beth and Joan were feeling really satisfied they had made their boys so happy, but were still in ignorant bliss about what feelings could be had between their own legs.

The boys’ breathing started to slow as the watching girls broke out in applause at this wonderful show. Rory and John gave a slightly embarrassed smile. The intense pleasure they had had was somewhat diminished by the public nature of their cumming, but all in all a massive hit for them. Kate and June’s hands were all sticky. Kate moved hers to her mouth and cleaned them off. June brought her hands up and cautiously touched her tongue to that white stuff. She was surprised to find it was not an unpleasant taste, and grinned at Kate as she licked it off. Kate grinned back and June was pleased to hear her next comment.

“Hey June, you’re not such an old fuddy-duddy after all.”

Barry looked down at his collapsing willy to see Joan was still moving her hands along it.

“What’s that on your hand Joan?”

She brought her hand up so they could have a closer look.

“Wow Joan, there’s several drops of liquid. It’s clear and quite runny. I’ve never had anything come out before.”

Mrs Johnson smiled at Barry.

“This is a red letter day for you Barry. A first for growing hair around your penis, and a first for stuff coming out. Your puberty is proceeding well, and that runny liquid will soon thicken up and become white semen. Kate, it looked like you were having fun. You said it is not so noticeable for a girl when she is having fun, unlike a boy whose erection is so obvious. I can see all the signs confirming you are still excited Kate, so would you sit down and hold your vulva open please so I can show everyone.”

Kate was catching her breath after her orgasm and was glad to sit down. She opened her slit, her body jerking as she touched her still aroused and swollen clitoris.

“Whilst it is not as visible as a boy when a girl is excited, there are several external characteristics. The nipples stick out and get hard like these. You may also notice Kate’s chest now has a pink flush. It is around the vulva where excitement is most noticeable. These lips become swollen and the whole area inside is glistening as it is covered in moisture secreted from the vagina. That is quite slippery and acts as a lubricant to facilitate the entry of the erect penis into the vagina. Perhaps the most visible sign of arousal is the clitoris, which we can see on Kate has become swollen and is sticking out. The clitoris is directly comparable to the penis and, like a boy’s penis, will respond to being played with, or masturbated, giving a lot of pleasure to girls.”

June was amazed, as that must have been what she had been rubbing. Her mum had always said girls must never touch themselves down there, another thing that would send you straight to hell. Mum was always praising our Lord as our creator. Surely He would not have built in that much fun if it was not to be used. She couldn’t wait to check herself out to see what her clitoris looked like. Mrs Johnson saw her son had still to recover, but John was stiff again as he had been very closely studying Kate’s aroused parts during this further explanation about girls. That would do nicely for the last bit of practical.

“Finally girls, I must advise you about contraception. As I explained earlier, if a sperm and egg meet a baby will be the result. That is something that should wait until you are in a proper loving relationship and able to bring up a family, like your parents. Some advocate total abstinence as the way to avoid getting pregnant before then, but most agree that is unrealistic. One common form of contraception is this condom, which goes over the penis to catch all the semen so it cannot get into the vagina. It is important to know how to put it on a penis, which must be erect before you try. June, perhaps you would like to help put it on John whilst I show you how. Come over here please John.”

June’s grin still had not faded, and she was definitely up for handling another penis.

“OK Mrs Johnson. What do I do?”

“Now girls, watch closely. June, take this little packet and tear off the corner to open it, being careful not to damage the condom. OK June, now take it out and show the girls. You can see it is all rolled up, and it is very important not to unroll it yet. It has this little bit at the end which is where the semen is caught. Right June, take the condom and squeeze the end bit to get any air out. Now hold John’s penis with one hand and slide the skin right back. That’s it. With your other hand pop the condom on the end and simply unroll it over the stiff penis. Excellent June. We can all see John is excited, so if you girls who have not yet touched a penis would like to step forward, you can see if you can make him squirt. One by one, feel it first then give his penis a few strokes before passing to the next girl.”

John was in heaven at all these girls handling his covered boner, each one having a subtly different feel. They were going round for the second time, and it was Annabelle who was the lucky girl to hear John groan as she felt his penis go hard as a rock and pulse in her small hand. The girls all watched in awe as the end of the condom filled up almost to bursting, and stuck out as it performed its task. It was Mrs Johnson who took the condom off and passed it round so the girls could see what semen was like.

“Now kids, I’ll make that cocoa first, but then I think it will be time for bed. Beth, it’s time for you to do your brother’s ointment.”

Beth and George were holding hands on the sofa. To tell the truth, after that first time, she now found handling Rory’s willy a bit of a chore, and she didn’t really like doing chores. All the girls had handled a willy and, besides, she wanted to stay with George.

“Aw mum, can’t someone else do it.”

It was June who stepped up.

“I would be happy to do it Mrs Johnson.”

“Thank you June. You need to wash Rory’s penis and scrotum, dry them, then put on his ointment. You are a helpful young lady.”

**********

June had been thinking about what Rory’s mum had said about it being more fun for a boy if he was wanked by a girl, and was wondering if the reverse was true. As she led Rory into the bathroom she felt that itch getting worse. Locking the door, what her own mum had taught her came to mind and she was in a bit of a quandary. June made her decision. Screw eternal damnation!

“Rory, I need a shower before bedtime. You don’t mind if I join you while I get you all clean? We can do your ointment after.”

Rory was in wonderment as he watched June strip off. Then she gave Rory a shy smile as she moved her hand between her legs.

“Err... I have this terrible itch down here. Perhaps you could help me get rid of it as we shower?”

She took his finger and moved it around that glistening pink knob peeping out of the top of her slit. Rory James Johnson knew things were definitely on the up, and that was not just his willy.

**********

MICK POWELL’S AFTERMATH.

She grinned at the breathless naked boy alongside her. There were five sticky white streaks going up his hairy chest and his softening willy was still pulsing as the last of his semen oozed into his pubes.

“You sure enjoyed that Mick.”

“Wow Jemma, that was even better than this afternoon, probably because it was not in public.”

Jemma smiled as she wiped a finger across his chest, then popped it in her mouth.

“Miss Jones passed round a mixture of semen from you and Dave Green for us girls to check out. Kate tried some and said it was a bit salty. Your stuff tastes fine to me. I’ll get some tissues and clean you up.”

She delved into her school backpack to get her make-up bag and was soon wiping up the mess.

Jemma looked around their hideaway.

“This shed is so convenient Mick, and very secluded.”

“It’s my dad’s for this bit of land he uses for growing fruit and vegetables. I know the combination to the lock, so can get in anytime. Dad only uses it at the weekend, but likes a few home comforts such as these sun-loungers and carpets.”

“I was wondering Mick, when I came out to the pool earlier and you boys were all at attention in your birthday suits, I noticed you were the only one who didn’t look like a startled rabbit as I was studying what all you boys had got. You also had no problem being naked in front of all us girls. How come?”

“For my 13th birthday in July one of my last minute presents were airline tickets from my aunt and uncle so I could stay for a month with them and my twin cousins in the south of France. They have a villa right on the Mediterranean. My younger sister had already arranged to spend the summer with friends in Scotland, so it was just me. I thought it’d be great to catch up, as I hadn’t seen the girls since they came here with their parents about 5 years ago.”

“You’ve always been bottom of the class in French Mick. How did you cope with the lingo?”

“My cousins spoke fluent French, but when they and their friends were jabbering away, I was lost. After what happened that trip, there are some phrases which are seared into my memory forever. You’d probably know what they meant. I’d better tell you the whole story. My uncle Paul and aunt Rosalyn, together with the twins, are a bit of a hippy bunch and spend almost all the day sunbathing on the beach next to the villa. Only after I got there did I find out that it’s a nudist beach!”

Jemma giggled.

“I bet you liked that.”

“You’d think so, but I had just become a teenage boy and had never seen a naked girl before. Uncle Paul picked me up from the airport and took me to the villa. When I arrived the girls weren’t there, so I went to freshen up. When I came back down, Rosina and Paula rushed in from the beach completely naked and both gave me a hug and a kiss right on my lips. They were now two absolutely stunning 14-year-olds with all over tans. I didn’t know where to look, although that wasn’t the most difficult problem to solve for a hormonal teenager. They’re true blonds by the way.”

She chuckled.

“Like Sean Whittaker you mean.”

“Exactly. You girls may not have noticed, but in year 8 I was a walking hard-on, always having to hold my satchel in front to cover up as I walked the corridors of St Lukes.”

She grinned at him.

“It most certainly did not go unnoticed Mick. We would sometimes lean down with a button or two undone to pick up a pen we ‘accidentally’ dropped in front of you,. We were going to have a sweepstake on how big it was. I would have gone for 5.8 inches, but we had to drop the idea as we could never figure a way to satisfactorily verify the answer.”

Mick tutted.

“Girls!”

He smiled at Jemma.

“You would have won by the way. Getting back to the story, that was what I was like when you all had clothes on. Imagine what a walking hard-on would be like finding those sweet 9-year-old cousins he remembered from 5 years ago were now two cracking 14-year-old twin girls who went about in the buff all the time, and on a beach swarming with incredible naked teenage French girls. For the first two days I was a nervous wreck staying in my room with a perpetual boner. On the third day, the girls came up with aunt Rosalyn. Auntie said I couldn’t stay indoors with all this lovely sunshine. When I told her I was fine, she nodded to the girls who pinned me to the floor as she proceeded to cut all my clothes off. Auntie said I didn’t need clothes here, and emptied everything out of the wardrobe and drawers. I just curled up into a ball, hoping it was all a bad dream.”

“What happened next Mick?”

“Aunt Rosalyn told the girls to grab an arm each and they hauled me outside into the garden. I was completely naked with a raging stiffie in front of my aunt and cousins, when three friends of the girls turned up. They all jabbered away in French, looking at me and giggling, but I had no idea what they were saying. Auntie told me that I needed sun block. She said something to one of their giggling friends and then tossed her the bottle. I may not have understood what had been said, but when their naked friend poured some sun block into her hands and came grinning towards me, her intentions were obvious in any language!”

“She didn’t!”

“She did! My cousins each held an arm as their friend slapped some on my chest and began to rub it in. She then tossed the bottle to her friend who came to help, and that girl chucked the bottle to the third girl. Three naked 14-year-old girls were slathering sun block all over a naked boy only just 13-years-old, as my naked 14-year-old cousins held my arms. The jabbering and giggling was continuous from the girls as they covered me all over, except for that one spot they saved for last. My cousins let go, and all five girls went into a huddle. They kept chanting something in French. ‘Pierre, papier, ciseaux’ I think, followed by laughter each time. Finally, Rosina came out of the huddle, picked up the bottle and poured out some sun block. Quick as a flash, she slapped it on my boner and started rubbing it in. I lasted 5 seconds before erupting to an accompanying Gallic cheer from all the girls and auntie. I had gone scarlet all over when one of their friends came across with a wet cloth to clean me up. ‘Pauvre Meekel’ she kept saying as she wiped my now floppy willy. At last she was done. Two of the friends grabbed my arms and said ‘Viens avec nous Meekel’ as they led me out onto the beach. Auntie called after us ‘Have fun you kids’. I was stark naked as I got on the sand, but at least I didn’t have a full on boner any more. Mind you, it was still red and chubby so it would have been obvious what just happened.”

“What a hoot Mick, the girls had used rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to sun block your boner. Lucky old Rosina.”

“Anyway, when we got on the beach, there in front of us was this old bag sitting naked in a deckchair with a big floppy hat. What’s with these ugly old women going naked? God, all those wrinkles. Ugh! One of girls said ‘Merde, il y a la directrice’.”

“They weren’t happy because it was their headmistress Mick.”

“The next thing I knew, the girls let me go and put on their most angelic face. ‘Bonjour mademoiselle’ they chorused. She smiled ‘Bonjour les filles’. Then she saw me and looked down. Her expression changed ‘Ce vilain garçon vient de se masturber?’.”

Jemma burst out laughing.

“Jesus Mick, their headmistress thought you were a naughty little boy who’d just had a wank. In a way, she wasn’t wrong.”

“It was one of their friends who gave a Gallic shrug and replied, looking all innocent ‘Il est anglais mademoiselle’.”

“They were throwing you under the bus Mick. Most girls would have done the same under the circumstances. I certainly would.”

“That old bat grabbed my ear and pulled me over her lap. She got her flip-flop and laid into me with a torrent of incomprehensible French. The girls were all laughing as I bawled away. The thing was, we were both naked, and I could feel her coarse hair tickling my willy and balls. Despite the pain, I had this warm feeling build up as she walloped away. That was when it happened, and she must have felt the wetness since she stopped. ‘Qu’est que ç’est?’ then she yanked me up and there was my stuff all over her pussy. ‘Vous dégoutant garçon’ she said and proceeded to apply the flip-flop to my dripping and drooping willy. God that hurt.”

Jemma was giggling away.

“Aww... Poor Michael, or ‘Pauvre Meekel’ as those French girls would say.”

“So there I was, a naked boy in floods of tears with a sore red bottom and now a sore red willy. It was cousin Paula who saved me. ‘Je suis vraiment désolé mademoiselle. Il est anglais’ and grabbed my hand to pull me away from that malicious old cow.”

“That was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard Mick. The headmistress thought you were such a disgusting boy, and your cousin was apologising profusely to her. Paula and her friend had explained you away by just saying you were English, as if that was enough for a Frenchie. Still, I guess all English boys wank a lot. I expect you do, don’t you Mick?”

“Of course Jemma. All boys do. I doubt French boys are any different or there’d be a major epidemic of blue balls over there.”

“Where did the girls take their ‘naughty little boy’ then?”

“They took me over to a stream so I could wash my face and look a bit more presentable, then they took me over to a large group of nudists. The three girls had come with all their families, so there were older and younger brothers and sisters, as well as their mums. I was introduced to the mums, one of whom said ‘Je vois que ton cousin a été un petit garçon coquin’, then the young 9-year-old girl next to her, I guess her daughter, giggled ‘Maman, ce petit garçon coquin est vraiment mignon avec une belle bite’ and everyone laughed. Her mum tried to scold her, but was laughing so much that the young girl just carried on giggling.”

“That mum obviously noticed your red bum and said that she could see you’d been a naughty little boy. Her daughter said this naughty little boy was really cute with a nice dick. You scored there Mick.”

“Jemma, she was only 9 for christ’s sake! Anyway, it got worse when two of the older girls, about 18, decided to stretch out on the towel to sunbathe. They just opened their legs in front of me and slapped on sun block all over their pussies.”

“That doesn’t sound worse to me Mick. I’m not surprised they did that though, as it’s a pretty bad place for a girl to get sunburnt.”

“The worse bit was my reaction. That 9 year old girl laughed as she pointed to my boner ‘C’est énorme’ and her mum turned to Rosina and grinned ‘Je pense que ton cousin a besoin de nager pour se calmer’. I was very grateful when Rosina suggested that perhaps we should have a swim so I could calm down.”

Jemma was grinning at him.

“It was actually that mum who suggested a swim so you could calm down, after her daughter pointed out your dick was huge. You were definitely in there Mick.”

“Please Jemma, she was 9! It kept going up and down all afternoon, but I never saw any other guy on the beach with a boner. I thought how the hell do those French guys not get a stiffie with all that girl flesh about, and assumed they must all be gay.”

Jemma just smiled as he wrote off half the French population so dismissively.

“When we said our goodbyes and went back to the villa, we all got a coke and I sat on the verandah to calm down. The twins said we’d better have a shower before tea to wash the sand off, which seemed an excellent idea as I was all sticky. The next thing I knew, they grabbed an arm each and pulled me over to a large outdoor shower area and started soaping themselves up, then passed over the soap. They just giggled as I got the inevitable boner and said a cold shower might be better. At least they let me wash myself. As I stepped out of the shower the girls flicked my dick and said ‘Nice boner cuz’. I was never going to last.”

“How on earth did you get used to being naked?”

“The next morning the girls came up to wake me. They whipped the top sheet off and saw my usual morning wood as I blearily opened my eyes. It was Rosina who spotted the large wet patch ‘Hey cuz, you’ve had a wet dream.’. After what happened the previous day I had so much to dream about, so was it any wonder? I went scarlet and was nearly in tears with the horror and humiliation. Rosina put her arms round me ‘Look Mick, it’s perfectly natural. The French think all Brits are so uptight about nudity, equating it to sex, but here in France they see it very differently. Did you see any guys on the beach with a stiffie? None of us here even notice if someone is naked. We all take an initial appraisal of course, but then don’t keep making a habit of it. Mum suggested yesterday we had to get you Frenchified so you were not hung up about being naked, especially when there are naked girls all round. Yes, we did invite our friends round to have some fun with you, but it was in a good cause as we were testing you. The reason you squirted 5 seconds after I touched your stiffie was simply that you were so uptight because we were naked’.”

“I reckon Rosina was right there Mick.”

“I knew she was, then Rosina went on ‘A naked girl here has no interest in sex with you, we just find it comfortable not to wear clothes. We don’t see boys as just a dick, so don’t see us girls as just boobs and pussies. It might take a while, but we will get you used to being naked, and soon you won’t get a boner when amongst naked girls. Keep your eyes on the girl’s eyes and ignore all the rest and you’ll be fine Mick. Now let’s have breakfast.’ As we walked out of the room she turned to me and grinned ‘That bit yesterday with the old girl wasn’t planned, it just happened. Sorry we got you in trouble, but, as a girl, I just want to say what fun it was to see your bum jiggling and legs flailing as you got spanked, and when you squirted over the old bag’s pussy I nearly wet myself. It was so funny. Can you forgive me for laughing?’ I reckoned she was just being a girl getting one over on a boy, so I said of course I forgave her. From then on, I took her advice. It wasn’t easy, as the girls kept testing me. Their game of beach volleyball with all those friends nearly did for me, but by the end of the week being naked seemed so natural. I was seeing them and their friends as truly fun girls to be around, which they were. That was when my holiday really began.”

“Thanks Mick, those girls made you into such a mature guy. I think you’d better get dressed as we have to get going. Hey, you never did get a swim today, would you like to come round to my place after our Saturday matches at St Mary’s School? Dad’s going to do a poolside barbecue as we all have an evening swim. It’ll just be my family there.”

“I’d love that Jemma.”

**********

Both Jemma’s and Mick’s team won their school matches so they were in excellent spirits as they walked back to her place.

“Hey Mick, you know while our playing fields are out that it won’t just be year 9 boys swimming like the old days next week. Us girls are wondering if they’ll be making it permanent. We were thinking of next year’s school swimming gala when every year’s boys will be competing in the pool all together, and in the altogether too!”

He chuckled at his friends all being such normal English girls.

“Perhaps we should get you all Frenchified. You girls already get to see another year’s boys during domestic science. How was it Thursday afternoon? You lot certainly drew the short straw as they were all year 7 boys.”

“We all thought those boys looked so sweet with their bald little winkles wiggling about, especially when Mr Dawson had them doing star jumps and we saw all those cute 2½ inch boners sticking up like little fingers. We just wanted to mother them.”

“My younger sister couldn’t stop talking about Wednesday when year 11 were in the pool. I don’t think Mrs Johnson is going to get much Domestic Science done with you girls this term.”

“I told mum all about your French trip and she said she’d be fine if you wanted to swim ‘au naturel’ in the pool.”

She grinned at him.

“My sisters said they would be fine with it too.”

He raised his eyes skyward and groaned.

“Are all you girls the same?”

“Pretty much Mick. We’re English girls don’t forget.”

They turned into Mill Close and Mick saw a young girl running towards them.

“Hi Jem, how did you get on?”

“We won 18-11. Mick, this little pest is my younger sister Evelyn.”

She poked her tongue out at her older sister, then grinned at Mick.

“Hi Mick. Mum said you’d be swimming naked like in France, so I’ll get to see your willy.”

“For God’s sake Ev! Just bugger off will you sis.”

Evelyn looked back as she ran off giggling.

“I’m off to get my bikini on and be ready by the pool. I’m really looking forward to seeing it Mick.”

“I’m truly sorry Mick. Evelyn’s incorrigible.”

He chuckled at the charming sauciness of her little sister.

“You just said it Jemma, she’s an English girl.”

Jemma got out her key and they went in. As they took their coats off, her mum came over in a bikini.

“How did the match go dear?”

“We won mum. 18-11. Mick, this is my mum.”

“I’m pleased to meet you Mrs Clarke.”

“I’m pleased to meet you too. Shall I call you Michael or Mick.”

She had an accent he couldn’t quite place.

“Everyone calls me Mick, so that will be fine Mrs Clarke.”

“Jemma’s told me quite a bit about you.”

He chuckled.

“We met Evelyn as we came up, and she made clear she knew all about my French trip this summer.”

“That girl is such a little monkey. I think she inherited that from me. Wasn’t going on a nudist beach embarrassing for a boy who had only just become a teenager? I bet you got very visibly ‘excited’ with all those naked girls about. I gather your two cousins were naked as well. Jemma said you mentioned the girls were true blonds.”

“Mum!”

Mick was a bit surprised that her mum was so direct on such an intimate matter, and with a boy she didn’t know too. That was where her youngest daughter got it from for sure. She deserved an equally direct and honest answer, so that was what he gave.

“As you would expect Mrs Clarke, I did get err... ‘excited’ at first, and, yes, being naked it was very visible. My cousins Rosina and Paula were so supportive and got me to calm down when in the company of naked girls. They taught me it’s OK to take an initial appraisal, everyone does, but then don’t make a habit of it and just look ‘eye to eye’. That was the key for everyone on the beach. After a while, it just felt so natural for us all to be naked and that was when I really began to enjoy the trip.”

“Very wise words from your cousins Mick. Jemma, your dad’s out by the pool getting the barbecue going. Jane’s there too with Evelyn. Keep an eye on your father will you please. We don’t want any more of those burgers like charcoal that he served up last time. I was just getting some drinks, what would you two like?”

“Orange juice please mum.”

“Thank you Mrs Clarke. Orange juice will be fine for me too please Mrs Clarke.”

She smiled at this polite boy, then went to get the drinks. Mick turned to Jemma.

“Is your mum always that direct!”

“Afraid so Mick. It’s her heritage. I didn’t tell you how I became fluent in French. Mum was born in Paris, but her folks came to the UK when she was just 11. She met my dad at school and they got married when they were 18. Jane was born first, I came along the following year and Evelyn four years later. We often go to Paris to meet our relatives. Let’s go through to the pool.”

He followed Jemma and when they got to the pool room he saw a guy in T-shirt and shorts fiddling with the barbecue. That must be her dad. There was that little tyke in her bikini, with another girl alongside in a one-piece swim suit who would be Jane. He had seen her in school with Jemma and knew she was now in year 10, but had never spoken to her.

“Hi dad. Charcoal burgers again?”

Mick saw a big smile erupt across her dad’s face as he saw his daughter.

“You cheeky little bugger Jem. I’ll have you know I’m regarded in the burger world as cordon-bleu.”

“If our last barbecue was anything to go by, cordon-black more like. Dad, this is Mick.”

“Pleased to meet you Mick. You like your burgers well done, don’t you son.”

It was his eldest daughter who spoke.

“Don’t answer that Mick or you’re likely to end up in hospital making an intimate acquaintance with a stomach pump. I’m Jane by the way. I’ve seen you in school but as I’m in year 10 our paths rarely cross. How did your rugby match go?”

“Pleased to meet you Jane. We won 20-5.”

Jane noticed he always kept contact with her eyes as he spoke. She thought all boys were only interested in her boobs. At least, all the ones she knew were. She always wanted to scream at them ‘I’m up here guys’. Her dad turned to Mick and chuckled.

“You see what I have to put up with all the time living in a house full of girls. All I get is abuse Mick. It’ll be good to have another guy around tonight to even up the score.”

Her mum came in with the drinks.

“Go on Jack, you love it really.”

“Yes, I love you all.”

He gave his youngest daughter a playful smack across her bum.

“Even you, you little rascal.”

Evelyn giggled then looked at her sister’s friend.

“When do we get to see your willy Mick?”

Her mother saw Mick laugh and shake his head at Evelyn’s typically forthright approach.

“Now now Evelyn. Sorry about that Mick, that’s just my youngest daughter for you. My grandmother would have described Evelyn as ‘Jamais en arrière dans venir en avant’ or ‘Never backwards in coming forward’. If you want to swim naked that is fine by us, but you don’t have to. The girls were telling me that the headmaster has just introduced new rules requiring all boys to swim naked in the school pool. When I first came to England 22 years ago that was the norm then. Jack looked so sweet as an 11-year-old boy with his bald little willy wobbling about, and when it went stiff it was just adorable as it stuck up like a little finger.”

Mr Clarke smiled at his daughters.

“We guys didn’t mind then, as that was just the way it was. In any case, Miss Bronwin soon dealt with any protests. Over her knee you went with all the girls watching as she slippered your bare bum until you were bawling your head off. Your mother saw me get a red bum for being a naughty little boy on more than one occassion. If we went stiff, Miss Bronwin just sent us back into the pool. It was unheated and we soon shrivelled right up. To be honest, I always found swimming naked preferable, with no trunks to crush my willy and balls, especially when I became older and they got big.”

He grinned at his wife.

“For some reason, that was when your mother took a shine to me. Jemma, will you take Mick up to get changed. He can use the bathroom while you use your room.”

He noticed her father’s slight empasis on ‘your room’ and Jemma’s fleeting smile back at him. Mick was surprised how open Mr and Mrs Clarke were with the girls about their school days, not that it bothered him at all.

“After this summer, I found no trunks preferable too Mr Clarke. Are you sure you don’t mind Mrs Clarke? Jemma has already seen me, and this little scallywag will be heartbroken if I don’t swim naked. What about you Jane? Will you be bothered?”

Jane was surprised he didn’t mind being naked in front of everyone. She’d seen Mr Dawson wield ‘Old Faithful’ yesterday afternoon as he drove her year 10 boys out to the pool. They certainly didn’t want to be naked, although they seemed OK with it when he brought them back. Mick was even asking her if she’d be bothered by it. He was clearly a very different calibre of boy.

“On Tuesday I saw all the year 8 boys in the pool and was OK, so that is fine with me Mick.”

Mick and Jemma went off to get changed.

“Now girls, when Mick gets back I want you to act with the utmost maturity, and that especially means you Evelyn.”

She pouted at her mum.

**********

“You sure you’re OK with this Mick?”

“I’m fine Jemma, and Evelyn will be really pissed if I dip out. I’m probably going to be the first guy she’s getting to see naked. I do hope she isn’t disappointed.”

“Trust me Mick, she won’t be! This is the bathroom. My room’s here. My folks are very strict about no boys in a girl’s bedroom.”

He understood, then she grinned.

“They’ve never said anything about boys and girls in the bathroom though. Let’s change in here.”

She bundled him in the bathroom and locked the door behind her. He saw her delve deep in the laundry basket and pull out a sealed packet. It was a new bikini. She’d obviously planned this.

“OK Mick. Let’s get ready.”

They both started to strip. Jemma was down to just bra and panties, so turned to him and slipped them off to stand completely naked before him. He was also naked, but just kept his gaze on her eyes. She was letting him look, but he didn’t seem interested.

“I often changed with Rosina, Paula and their friends, so ‘eye to eye’ was the norm. It stopped me getting a boner.”

“Didn’t you tell me the girls had said it was OK to take a first appraisal. Would you be happy to do that?”

“That’ll be fine, but I can’t make a habit of it in public or I’ll get a boner. Your folks might be fine with me swimming naked, but I doubt they’d be happy if if I accompanied you into the pool room sporting a boner!”

“Point taken Mick. OK for a first appraisal?”

He nodded and took a quick look down. It was all he ever hoped for. Reluctantly, he raised his eyes back up to hers.

“Absolutely beautiful Jemma. A treasured memory.”

She was amazed at his self control as she slipped her bikini on, then put her dirty clothes in the basket.

“I’m all ready.”

“OK Jemma. Let’s go.”

**********

Evelyn looked over as the door opened. Turning to her mother she grinned and slipped into fluent French as she recalled that young daughter from the story of Mick’s summer trip.

“Maman, il n’est pas un vilain petit garçon, mais il est vraiment mignon, avec une belle bite.”

Everyone laughed out loud, except Mick who just grinned at Jemma. Her mum was still laughing as she ticked off her daughter.

“Evelyn, tu ne dis pas ça à un garçon. S’excuser!”

The little terror looked at Mick and grinned.

“Mum said I shouldn’t say that to a boy and must apologise. I’m sorry Mick.”

Mick saw her grin and knew the level of sincerity in this delightful little imp’s apology. He’d recognised her French phrases from the story of his summer trip he told Jemma, so got the gist of what she had just said, but decided he would get his own back.

“I don’t speak fluent French. What was it you said?”

Evelyn went red.

“Err... I... err... said... err... that you weren’t... err... a naughty little boy but... err... you were... err... really cute with a... err... err... nice dick!”

He glared at her and pointed to the ground in front of him.

“Come here!”

Evelyn didn’t know Mick, and looked very worried as she walked slowly over.

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t punish you for that?”

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“No Mick, but I did apologize.”

He looked so stern as he gazed down.

“I’ll take that into account.”

Mick then grinned at her and quick as a flash he whisked her off her feet to throw the squealing girl into the pool, her legs and arms flailing wildly about.

Mrs Clarke laughed as her youngest daughter sailed through the air to splash down in the water and come back up spluttering.

“Well done Mick, that might keep her quiet for a bit. Serves you right Evelyn!”

Evelyn was not so easily quietened as she called over from the safety of the middle of the pool.

“Hey Mick, I still think you’re really cute and have a nice dick!”

Mrs Clarke deliberately looked him up and down.

“After my initial appraisal Michael, I can see that my youngest daughter is most certainly not wrong.”

He grinned. Mr Clarke just chuckled at what his youngest daughter said.

“What can we do with her Mick? The burgers’ll be about 15 minutes. You might all want to have a swim while you’re waiting.”

“Don’t burn the burgers dad.”

“When have I ever done that Jem?”

Jane looked at the boy. He was really cute and that was a nice dick. She wished she’d met him first, but Jemma had and you don’t do that to sisters. Best friends maybe, but you have to live with sisters. Her dad’s suggestion of a swim seemed reasonable.

“Mick, you go that side, I’ll go this side and you take the frontal assault Jem. We’ll get the cheeky little sod and dunk her.”

Evelyn shrieked as she saw them advancing and swam as fast as she could. They soon caught up with her and began to wreak their revenge. She may be small, but she gave as good as she got and all four kids were soon laughing and having a great time in the water as they ended up dunking each other. Eventually the girls got bored and it was Jane who suggested diving from the top board. Evelyn was a bit nervous but Mick said she could use the lower board. All the girls loved watching Mick bounce once then dive in. They all agreed his were the best dives, and not just because of his very mobile dick.

Mrs Clarke had been watching Mick interact with her daughters. He was unlike any other boy Jemma had brought home. She had not seen him look at Jemma or Jane’s boobs or look between their legs once. His eyes were always looking into their eyes as he spoke. Most of the boys his age that they brought back couldn’t keep their eyes off the girls’ swim suits. She had studied his willy (only in the interests of a mother’s research, of course), and not once had she seen it anything other than totally flaccid, not even on the diving board or when he first came down with Jemma. She had gone to get the dirty washing earlier and found a packet with a new bikini hidden in there. She thought it might be to do with tonight, so decided to leave the laundry until tomorrow. It was that bikini she saw Jemma was now wearing, so she must have changed in the bathroom with him. She smiled at the thought she would have done the same at her age. Mick’s cousins must have been very good teaching him to keep his eyes up and willy down when Jemma was changing in front of him. When she watched those other boys Jemma or Jane brought back for a swim, their speedos or shorts were habitually tented out, and that was with the girls in their swimwear. This English boy was special.

“Burgers are up. Come and get them.”

The kids swam over. Evelyn was the first out, and she giggled as she saw the water streaming off his willy.

“Hey Mick, no peeing in the pool. You deserve a smacked bottom for being such a naughty little boy!”

He just grinned as this cute kid gave a playful smack across his bare wet bum. Her mum tried and failed to give her a stern glare.

“If anyone deserves a smacked bottom, it’s you young lady. Now leave Mick alone and grab some food.”

Evelyn sat down at the table, sandwiching Mick between her and Jemma. Looking under the table, Jemma saw her younger sister go to slide her hand up his thigh and immediately switched places. Evelyn glared at her sister, then looked over to her mum.

“Mum, did you ever go to any of those nudist beaches when you lived in France?”

“We all used to go each summer to a beach on the Mediterranean near Montpelier, where your great uncle Jaques, great aunt Yvette and their three boys used to join us. There were 10 of us staying in the large villa. Everyone took their clothes off from the moment we got there, and us six kids had a great time careering about the beach and in the water without a stitch on. We were soon as brown as a berry all over, and it was always so sad having to put our clothes back on to leave. We moved to England in the springtime when I was 11, so the last time I went there would have been when I was just a year older than you are now.”

“What was it like swimming with nothing on? Weren’t you embarrased being naked in front of your boy cousins?”

“It was so liberating not to have any clothes on. As for being with the boys, neither they nor my sisters took any notice that we were all naked. I do remember one time cousin Pierre and I were lying down in a rock pool trying to cool off. He was 14 then and I’d have been your age. He suddenly screamed and jumped up. Gripping on to the end of his willy was a large crab! Pierre was shrieking ‘Enlève-toi Marie! Accélère s’il te plaît!’ ‘Get it off Marie! Please hurry!’ He looked so funny hopping about as his willy swung backwards and forwards like a pendulum with a crab for a bob. I could see he was in a lot of pain so I just grabbed his willy and levered off both the crab’s claws. His relief was palpable ‘Merci Marie, merci’. As far as both of us were concerned, it was no different than if the crab had been gripping on to his big toe.”

Mick and Mr Clarke both winced at the picture her story painted of poor Pierre! Evelyn just giggled.

“I must get Pierre’s side of that story next time we’re in Paris. I’d like to try swimming with nothing on. Can I Mum?”

“What about Mick?”

Evelyn grinned at Mick.

“That’s alright mum, there are no crabs in this pool.”

Mick burst out laughing. Mrs Clarke tried hard not to laugh at the image of Mick that her daughter had just planted in her mind.

“I meant will you be embarrassed being naked in front of Mick?”

“No mum. He’s not embarrassed being naked in front of us, just like uncle Pierre wasn’t embarrassed in front of you.”

“OK Evelyn if you want to. It’s been a long time since I swam naked, so I’ll join you. You won’t mind will you Mick?”

He looked her straight in her eyes.

“Of course not Mrs Clarke, it’s your pool after all.”

She smiled at him and began to take off her bikini.

“What about you Jack? Want to recreate your school days?

He looked surprised.

“What, in front of the girls?”

“It’s family Jack. My parents never had any problems being naked alongside us.”

“Yes, but what if I get err...”

“Like with Miss Bronwin, it’s back in the water for you. No protests Jack, or do you want me to put you over my knee?”

She put on her sternest face and he grinned at his wife.

“No Miss!”

Jack took off his T-shirt and shorts, but paused at his underwear. He’d never had a problem being naked with his girl classmates, and of course not with Miss Bronwin, but these were his daughters. It was quite different. The girls giggled as their mum spoke.

“Ne sois pas un vilain petit garçon. Enleve-les!”

Jack was now not so sure if Marie was kidding about putting him over her knee if he was a naughty little boy. With a deep breath he took them off as instructed, to reveal himself to his girls. Evelyn, of course, had the next word.

“Papa a aussi une belle bite.”

Everyone laughed as she favourably compared her daddy with Mick. He smiled at her.

“Vas-tu te déshabiller maintenant, mon petit?”

His little one grinned at her father and took off her bikini to give them all a naked twirl.

“Voila papa.”

Jane thought daddy did have a nice willy and it was bigger than Mick’s. She looked over at Mick. Her mother and Evelyn were now both naked in front of him, but he wasn’t looking anywhere other than in their eyes. All this naked flesh and his willy was still floppy. This boy was so unusual, perhaps he was gay. She looked over at her sister.

“What do you think Jem? Us too?”

Jemma had also been watching Mick. She saw he was looking at mum and Ev as if they were fully clothed. She knew how lucky her family was that he is totally Frenchified, and was so grateful to his cousins for turning him into the mature boy he is. She had already been naked with him whilst they changed and that felt so exciting. She understood why he hadn’t looked at her naked tonight, but he’d said that was only ‘in public’. Jemma wanted that feeling again and had been making plans for more trysts with Mick in his dad’s shed with all its home comforts. For now, she filed them in the back of her mind and grinned at her sister.

“I’m good.”

Soon, all the Clarke girls were naked. Whilst Mick was Frenchified, they had forgotten about daddy. He had had no problems with Evelyn, as she was still a little girl, but he was struggling with the sight of two naked teenage girls just a few feet away from him. The more he tried to wish it away, the worse it got. His three daughters were all grinning as they watched it grow. Daddy went scarlet as it was now at full mast. Those three grinning girls chanted as one.

“C’est énorme.”

Mick and Mrs Clarke laughed. He looked across to Mr Clarke.

“Always ‘eye to eye’ Mr Clarke, or that will happen.”

Jane realised why Mick always maintained eye contact only. He wasn’t gay after all, but was simply avoiding getting a boner to save embarrassment all round. How respectful is that? A pity all the other boys she knew couldn’t take a leaf out of Mick’s book. Jemma was so lucky to have found this boy in a million. Their mum looked over at her daughters and smiled.

“Je pense que ton papa a besoin de nager pour se calmer.”

Daddy suddenly saw the funny side and laughed. His girls giggled as the four of them all linked arms and leapt into the water to calm their daddy down. It was Evelyn who was the first to dunk her dad. After a quick splutter, he grinned at the little rascal.

“You wait till I catch you.”

He set off to chase her, but his two other daughters were having none of that as they rushed after daddy to help their little sister.

Mrs Clarke smiled at Mick.

“Excuse me Mick, I think my girls could do with some assistance.”

She dived in, and soon Mr Clarke disappeared under the water as the girls all ganged up on him. As he came back up, Mick thought he didn’t look too upset. In fact, Mr Clarke was loving every second spent with his four most favourite girls in all the world. He’d taken quite a shine to Jemma’s lad too.

“Hey Mick, give me a hand with these tyrants.”

“OK Mr Clarke, us guys have to stick together.”

All four Clarke girls turned and smiled back up at him so angelically. It was Jemma who spoke for them all.

“We’re gonna kick your butt!”

Mick grinned as he dived in to rekindle the fun he’d had with the twins and their friends in France. He was certain life couldn’t get any better than this, but then he had no idea of Jemma’s plans for the both of them in his dad’s shed with all its home comforts.

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