Janet's Classmate

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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Janet’s Classmate

12-year-old Janet Parsons lived with her mother and 7-year-old brother Oscar. Mrs Parsons agreed to look after her new neighbour’s son Robert while she rushed off to her father in hospital. Robert Floyd was Janet’s classmate, who she found very shy, but also attractive. She was looking forward to getting to know him better.

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Janet Parsons had just got back home from her first day of the school week in year 8 at Southfield Academy. Going straight into the kitchen, Janet saw her mum was on the phone, so just gave her a smile and a nod.

“That will be no problem Mrs Floyd. You may have only moved in four weeks ago, but what are neighbours for if not to help out in an emergency? As your husband is away on business, Robert will be fine staying with us. He is in Janet’s class so they know each other, and young Oscar has a spare bed in his room. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Putting the phone down, she returned her daughter’s smile.

“How was school today Janet?”

“It was great mum. Was that our new neighbour?”

“Yes it was Mrs Floyd dear. Her father was rushed to North London hospital after a nasty fall. That is a 2½ hour drive, so she’ll shortly have to leave to see he is alright. Mr Floyd is in Japan on a sales tour for two weeks, so we’ll be having her son Robert as a house guest for a few days at least. Her father lives alone since her mother died, and she may have to stay a while longer if he is unable to cope after being discharged. You know Robert of course as he is in your class.”

“He does seem very shy mum. I’ve only got a few words out of him at the bus stop.”

Mrs Parsons recognised the signs of a crush as Janet confided in her about this shy boy at the bus stop.

“His eyes are rather dreamy though and I think he is quite cute. It’ll be great to get to know him.”

“Some boys are shy in front of girls, especially when they are 12 and going through puberty. While Robert is staying with us, you’ll have plenty of opportunity to get to know him. He should be here shortly, and I will see what I can do to help him overcome his shyness in front of you.”

“Thanks mum.”

Janet’s little brother Oscar came in from his school. She saw her mum give him a very cross look.

“Yet again I told you to tidy your room before you went to school. That was the third time and you are still ignoring what I say. Fetch my slipper please Janet, as your little brother needs a lesson in doing as he is told.”

Janet enjoyed seeing Oscar get a spanking, and cheerfully passed over the slipper as her mum yanked off his t-shirt, pulled down his shorts and undies, and got him over her lap. Janet had recently begun to feel a tingle between her legs when her baby brother bawled and screamed as his bottom got redder. She thought it served the little sod right for not doing as he was told. His mum finally got him up and sent the blubbing naked little boy upstairs to tidy his room. Janet grinned as she watched his snug little winkle and balls wobble about as he ran off. Boy parts look so funny she thought.

Janet had just finished helping her mum get the tea ready when there was a knock at the front door.

“I’ll get it mum.”

As expected, it was her classmate and his mum.

“Hello Mrs Floyd. Go on through to the kitchen, mum’s in there preparing our tea.”

Janet smiled at the shy boy.

“Hi Robert. Mum told me you’ll be staying with us for at least the next few days while your mum gets off to the hospital. Do you know how bad your granddad is?”

“Err… He fell off a ladder, and… err… it looks like he broke his arm and… err… possibly a couple of ribs.”

She grabbed his hand and was going towards the kitchen when her brother ran down the stairs. Robert was shocked to see he was naked, and, as he shot past them, he saw he had a red bottom too. Janet grabbed Oscar’s arm.

“Hang about little brother. This is Robert. He will be staying with us for a few days at least while his mum helps out his granddad who has had a nasty fall. Robert, this little scamp is my brother Oscar. He’s in year 3 at primary school.”

He held out his hand but could not stop staring at Oscar’s little winkle. Robert was an only child so had never seen another boy’s privates. It was obviously much smaller, but then Oscar was five years younger. It looked quite different to his. There was a point of skin where the purple head should be. Surely it hadn’t been cut off.

“Err… Pleased to meet you… err… Oscar.”

“Pleased to meet you too Robert. Where is he sleeping Jan?”

“He’ll be sleeping in the spare bed in your room.”

“OK, that’s cool. Let’s get tea, I’m starving.”

He grabbed Robert’s other hand and pulled him off to the kitchen. As they went through the door, Mrs Floyd smiled at the naked little boy.

“What a charming little boy Mrs Parsons. How carefree they are at that age to go about without a stitch on. My Robert hasn’t run around the house with his cute little winkle on display since he was four.”

Robert went red but was mollified somewhat by Janet’s light squeeze of his hand. His mum was in full flow.

“He is so modest in recent years and always locks the bathroom door. It’s not right that a mother is unable to see how her son is maturing. He’s definitely gone through puberty, as I see the evidence every time I wash his sheets.”

He saw his mum give a wink to his classmate’s mum.

“If you know what I mean Mrs Parsons.”

He was mortified his mum would say that, and in front of a girl from his class. Mrs Parsons looked at Robert and grinned, then she ruffled her son’s hair.

“It’ll be a few more years before I have that problem with Oscar.”

Janet gave her classmate a big grin and he went scarlet as he realised she knew exactly what these two mothers were talking about. That was when his mum saw Oscar’s red bottom.

“Someone’s been a naughty little boy I see. My husband doesn’t believe in spanking little boys, and I’ve acceded to his wishes, although my firm belief has always been spare the rod and spoil the child. Robert is at that age when he can be difficult. If my little boy doesn’t do as he is told, giving him a spanking will be fine by me Mrs Parsons.”

Robert was aghast, especially when he heard Janet giggle. Mrs Parsons smiled at his mum.

“I’m sure Robert will be a perfect little boy Mrs Floyd, but your clear wishes are fully understood. It will certainly be easier for me to maintain discipline of the little boys in this household if they are all subject to the same rules.”

“Thank you so much for looking after young Robert Mrs Parsons. I’ll call you with an update after I’ve seen my father.”

She gave her son a glare.

“Did you hear that? You’d better watch your step young master Robert. If you’re a naughty little boy you’ll be getting a spanking, long overdue in my book. Thanks again Mrs Parsons. I’ll be off now. Come and give your mummy a kiss.”

Robert went red again as she still treated him as if he was a five-year-old, with her reference to ‘young master Robert’ and ‘naughty little boy’. He could even be getting a spanking. She had used that baby word ‘mummy’ too, and to cap it all, he had to give her a kiss in front of his girl classmate. Once she’d gone, Janet sat him down for tea, after which Mrs Parsons sent the pair of them off to the front room to do their homework. Robert’s embarrassment had now left him and the two classmates were enjoying helping each other with their homework. As they finished, he looked up.

“Err… Your little brother has been… err… naked… err… all evening. Err… Doesn’t he get … err… embarrassed?”

“Oscar got a spanking shortly before you arrived, and naughty little boys who’ve been spanked don’t get their clothes back until after breakfast. I wouldn’t worry about him, as mum spanks him a lot and he’s used to it.”

She looked into those dreamy eyes and gave this quite cute boy a smile as she made her decision.

“Do you mind if I give you a kiss?”

He looked shocked, but she carried on anyway and immediately locked lips with him. She felt him relax, then she heard a cough from behind her. It was her mum with Oscar. Mrs Parsons smiled at the boy.

“I’ve just heard from your mother. As your grandfather is all alone, she is certain he will not be able to cope, but she is worried about you. I’ve told her we’re happy for you to stay with us until your father gets back from Japan so she will be looking after her dad while his arm is mending. That’ll be almost two weeks staying here. You’ll have such fun.”

He thought about two weeks with Janet’s kisses – WOW! Oscar tugged on his mum’s arm, so she smiled down at him.

“Oscar is so eager for his bath. It’s 7 o’clock and time for little boys to have their bath and get ready for bed. Now young master Robert, Oscar will show you where the bathroom is. Off you go upstairs, run the bath, then get undressed and hop in the tub with Oscar so you two little boys are all ready to be bathed.”

She knew how to dominate boys and calling him ‘young master Robert’ and ‘little boy’ would ensure he felt like he was still five. Robert could not believe what he’d just heard and thought it best to correct this misunderstanding.

“Err… Mrs Parsons… err… I can… err… bath myself.”

She was going to kill two birds with one stone by getting rid of his modesty for his mum, as well as curing his shyness in front of her daughter. Young master Robert had no idea he was in for some very tough love tonight.

“My experience is that little boys do not wash themselves properly, and I’m not having my sheets getting dirty. In this house, my rules for little boys are that they get bathed by me. Now, I’ve just told you to go upstairs, run the bath, then get undressed and hop in the tub. You know what your mummy said will happen to naughty little boys who don’t as they’re told. Are you going to do as you’re told young master Robert?”

Robert saw Oscar’s red bottom and knew he was beaten.

“Err… Yes Mrs Parsons.”

As he got up to leave he was stunned by what she said to her daughter.

“Janet, can you bring the towels up please? There are two little boys to bath tonight, so it’ll save time if you help out.”

He was appalled as he saw his classmate grin. His bottom stung as he got a none too gentle bit of encouragement.

“No dawdling young master Robert. Hurry along and get undressed for your bath like a good little boy.”

Janet giggled as he shrieked and rushed off to follow her little brother. Mrs Parsons smiled at her daughter.

“He is rather cute Janet. After a two week stay here with us, his modesty and shyness will have vanished. Give me a minute head start, then come in with the towels. Follow my lead after that.”

Up in the bathroom, Robert had turned on the taps and was wondering what to do next when the door opened and in came Janet’s mum. Start as you mean to go on was her maxim as she peremptorily gave him her orders.

“I can’t bath you like that. Now get all those clothes off. AT ONCE!”

He had just taken off his slippers and socks when the door opened and in walked his classmate with the towels. Her brother was already in the tub, but she saw Robert freeze. Janet grinned as her mum reinforced her orders.

“I told you to get undressed and in that tub. I hope young master Robert is not going to be a naughty little boy who needs a spanking. Don’t worry about Janet. She’s a mature girl, and little boys like you have nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

Mortified, he just stood there. Mrs Parsons felt a tingle in her pussy as she yanked young master Robert over her lap.

“This naughty little boy needs to be taught to do as he is told. Fetch me one of his slippers please Janet.”

Mrs Parsons nodded her head to where he had taken them off. Her daughter picked a slipper up and slapped it loudly on her palm. Janet saw the look of horror on the face of her prostrate and helpless classmate and felt a massive tingle in her pussy. She made a decision. Smiling at her mum, Janet wondered what she would say at this suggestion.

“May I give the naughty little boy his lesson, please mum?”

Her mother recognised the signs of a chip off the old block and gave Janet a slight nod. She instantly brought his slipper down hard and the boy shrieked. He gave a sigh of relief as Mrs Parsons yelled ‘Stop!’. Then she continued.

“Spanking a naughty little boy is always much more effective if you bare his bottom first.”

Janet was annoyed with herself, letting her eagerness cause such a rookie mistake. He was horrified they were going to see his bare bottom but what could he do? Mrs Parsons lifted up his tummy with one hand, undid his belt with the other, then flipped open the trouser button and finally pushed his zip fully down. He was shocked when his classmate grabbed the waist of his trousers and underpants to pull them down. He felt a breeze where a breeze should not be felt, and realised his bottom was now bare. Any embarrassment was short-lived as his rear was now in flames. His brain program moved on from its embarrassment subroutine to the pain subroutine which had ramped his vocal chords up to 100 and worked his lung and mouth muscles so he could emit a loud scream, then it went to a repeat subroutine. He was humiliated as yet another subroutine had him begging his classmate to stop as if he was still a first grader. Eventually she halted, and he was relieved his bawling subroutine had not been triggered. Mrs Parsons smiled at her daughter.

“It looks to me like young master Robert’s bare bottom needs quite a few more spanks. Carry on Janet.”

Janet’s knickers were wet as she saw the fear in her classmate’s eyes. She excitedly carried out her mother’s instructions, and soon got that last subroutine to switch on as he blubbed away. Eventually her mum nodded and she stopped.

“Perfect Janet. Naughty little boys remember their lesson so much better if they end up in tears with a sore red bottom.”

As she pulled him up, he felt his trousers slide right down and snapped his hands between his legs.

“Get those hands on your head. I won’t have naughty little boys playing with themselves in front of my daughter.”

He desperately did not want his classmate seeing his willy and hesitated. Mrs Parsons nodded to her daughter who gleefully landed his slipper time and again on his sore bottom as she rattled out her order to young master Robert.

“DO – WHACK – AS – WHACK – YOU – WHACK – ARE – WHACK – TOLD – WHACK – BOY! – WHACK”

He went scarlet as he was forced to submit, exposing his willy to his classmate.

“OK Janet, this naughty little boy wouldn’t take his clothes off, so I think you’d better get him ready for his bath.”

Janet unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, then got down right in front of that pink willy and slowly lifted each leg out of first his trousers, then his underpants. Janet hadn’t seen a willy of a boy her age and was taking everything in. It was much larger than Oscar’s little winkle. His thick willy dangled down some four inches, with two large balls swinging underneath, and he had even more hair down there than she had. Apart from being bigger, it looked different too, as there was no point of skin on the end. She turned to her mum.

“Mum, this little boy’s willy looks different to Oscar’s. Is there something wrong with it?”

“No dear. He has been circumcised by having the loose skin cut off. That is done to some boys when they are a baby.”

She reached into the tub to lift her son up, then slid his foreskin right back.

“See Janet, Oscar’s winkle now looks the same as young master Robert’s. Smaller, of course, as he is younger.”

She glared at her daughter’s classmate.

“Right you naughty little boy. Get in the bath, and you’d better do as you’re told unless you want another spanking.”

Janet slapped his slipper on her palm. He quickly turned and got in as her mum gave this budding dominatrix a wink.

“These little boys are both ready Janet, so it’s time to be bathed. I’ll do Oscar while you bath young master Robert.”

Janet took the soap and lathered up her hand. As she touched her classmate, he flinched. She gave him a smack.

“You’ve been bathed before boy, so don’t be so nervous and stop jumping about. Now do as you’re told boy!”

He hadn’t been bathed by his mum for more than five years, and certainly never by a girl his age. He knew the implications of her warning to do as he was told and could only stay motionless as she washed his face like he was still a five-year-old. After doing his neck and shoulders, Janet lifted his arms up one at a time and soaped under there, noting he had quite a lot of armpit hair. She was going to leave his best bits to last as she gave him his next orders.

“Up you get boy and turn round so I can do your back.”

He did as he was told, relieved to have his back to her, even though he knew the inevitable was coming. It felt rather nice as his classmate rubbed all over his back. He gave a sidelong glance to see Oscar bent over as his mum washed his bottom. He saw her push two soapy fingers in her son’s bum hole and swirl about inside. He was surprised to see his 1½ inch bald little winkle start to grow, and when she pulled out and told him to turn round, his micro-boner was pointing at the ceiling. He heard his classmate give him a new order.

“OK boy, bend over so I can wash your bottom.”

Having seen what happened to Oscar, he hesitated. Janet whacked his slipper across his wet bottom.

“WHAT WERE YOU JUST TOLD TO DO BOY!”

He shrieked and immediately bent over.

“I’m sorry miss.”

She smiled as he called her ‘miss’, acknowledging he recognised her as his senior in every way. Now she was at the bit she always enjoyed with Oscar, when his little winkle would go stiff as she stroked that small bump inside. From the rear, she could see her classmate’s balls dangling between his legs and thought she would start there. As her hand grabbed his sac and started to rub, she was amused by the plaintive squeak he gave out but was pleased he kept still. He had a bottom that was ablaze from her last whack and knew better than to move. He was getting worried as her actions were feeling rather nice and he saw the effect she was having. He was relieved when she stopped, but then he felt two fingers intrude into his rear hole. She knew from Oscar just where to touch and smiled on hearing an even higher squeak as she stroked her fingers across her classmate’s much bigger bump. A sharp slap on his bum soon silenced him.

“Stop making such a fuss boy. I have to get you clean.”

He looked between his legs and was horrified to see not only was it stiff, but it was leaking too. Her fingers slid out and he knew what would be coming next.

“Right boy. Stand up and face me!”

He felt an irresistible urge to obey but closed his eyes so he would not see his classmate. He heard her little brother.

“Look at the size of this boy’s winkle. It’s much bigger than my sticky-up winkle is now. Can I touch it please mummy?”

His eyes were shut, so he did not see the nod the 7-year-old got. He sure felt the small hand that gave it a squeeze.

“It’s ever so hard mummy and it’s a whopper. It is so big that I can’t get my fingers round it. Will mine get as big as this when I grow up? Will I get hair around mine too mummy?”

He heard Oscar’s mother reply.

“Yes Oscar, one day your winkle will get hair there and grow big like young master Robert.”

Neither boy saw the wink Mrs Parsons gave her daughter.

“Would you like to help your sister by washing his winkle for her?”

“Oh, can I please Janet?”

His sister knew there would be plenty more opportunities over the next two weeks to bath this cute boy with the dreamy eyes, so just grinned at her mum then gave her little brother a nod and passed him the soap. She offered some advice.

“Young master Robert does not have all that skin like you have. You will need to get lots of soap on your hands so they slide up and down easily as you wash his winkle.”

She smiled as she saw her classmate screw his eyes tight. As Oscar’s hands went up and down, he was shaking too.

“You need to go much faster to get him really clean little brother.”

“OK.”

That feeling, so familiar from the regular activity with his own hands, swept inexorably over him. He was powerless to halt the reflex action once his classmate’s little brother had set it in motion. He was appalled at the absolute certainty about what everyone was imminently going to see. They all heard him too as he gave out a series of strangulated grunts.

“What’s happening mummy? It went so stiff, and what was all that white stuff squirting out? Have I broken it mummy?”

“That sometimes happens when you wash an older boy’s winkle.”

Janet put on a scowl to hide the immense pleasure between her legs as she smacked her classmate’s bottom.

“Open your eyes you naughty little boy and just look at the mess you’ve made on mum’s clean floor. Wipe it up boy.”

She passed him a cloth and smacked his bottom again.

“Don’t just stand there boy. Get out and clean your mess up.”

The poor naked boy had to do what his classmate told him and was soon on his hands and knees cleaning his semen off the bathroom floor. As he got up, Janet saw a drop dangling from the end of his now floppy willy.

“Come here boy and let me clean you up.”

With no due ceremony, she grabbed her classmate’s willy and squeezed all along it. He could only watch in horror as a large white drop oozed from the end. Janet was about to wipe it off when her little brother beat her to it.

“Look at this mummy. It’s all sticky and smells funny too. What is it mummy?”

“It is called semen dear and comes out of an older boy’s winkle. Some naughty little boys will play with their winkle just to make that stuff squirt out.”

Mrs Parsons saw the humiliated boy go even redder, confirming her suspicions. She piled on the pressure.

“Well young master Robert, are you a naughty little boy who plays with your winkle? You’d better tell me the truth, or it’s another spanking for you.”

He went scarlet and hung his head. Janet backed up her mother as she smacked his bottom.

“Answer the question! Are you a naughty little boy who plays with your winkle?”

He could only give a slight nod of his head. That was not sufficient for his classmate as he got another smack.

“Speak up, or you’ll get another spanking!”

“Err… I am miss.”

“And what is it young master Robert is?”

“Err… I am… err… a naughty little boy who… err… plays with my… err… winkle miss.”

Janet’s pussy was tingling as she watched her classmate’s increasing humiliation and pushed him further.

“And how often do you play with your winkle you naughty little boy?”

“Err… at least… err… twice miss… err… and… err… often much more… err… each day miss.”

“And when were you last a naughty little boy playing with his winkle?”

“Err… err… err…”

Janet landed his slipper hard on that already sore bottom and he shrieked. She kept the pressure up.

“Answer my question boy. NOW!”

“Err… When I… err… got back from school miss.”

“And when was the previous time young master Robert played with his winkle?”

“Err… This afternoon miss. Err…. In the… err… school toilets miss?”

“Any other times today young master Robert? You had better not leave anything out or it’ll be the worse for you.”

He was horrified at having to reveal his masturbatory habits to his classmate, but under her unnerving stare he felt an overwhelming compulsion to fully admit his pleasurable misdeeds.

“Err… Twice before I got up miss… err… then twice in the shower before breakfast miss. I did it … err… just the once in the school toilets at morning break miss… err… and… err… twice in the school toilets at lunchtime miss.”

She saw him go scarlet and awaited his next and undoubtedly ultimate confession.

“Err… Me and Paul Brooks did each other behind the bike sheds as well miss. I swear that’s all miss.”

Janet was interested to hear about her bestie’s twin brother and stored that for use later. She was impressed at this boy’s stamina and carried on to get the final facts about her classmate’s day.

“Now young master Robert. About this afternoon in the school toilets and when you got back, how many times then?”

“Err… Just the once in the school toilets miss and… err… twice in the bathroom when I got back home miss.”

Janet’s panties were now soaked as she realised he was doing it almost as much as she was. Then she pictured him jerking off, and her orgasm approached its climax. Her mother recognised the signs and diverted his attention.

“That is clearly an obsession young master Robert. LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU BOY!”

As his head snapped round she saw her daughter give a shudder and emit a supressed squeak. She knew her own gratification would have to wait a bit longer as she laid out her rules.

“You’re a very naughty little boy. Over the next two weeks in my house, we will have to curb your vile habit. I think Janet that we’d better have young master Robert change into his birthday suit as soon as he gets back from school so we can monitor him properly. You had better go with him every time he needs the bathroom to see he does not play with himself in there. Now Oscar, if you hear him doing it while he is in your bedroom, you call your sister.”

Oscar nodded. She saw Robert’s face drop at having his fun curtailed and offered him some small relief.

“Janet, even naughty little boys need to get rid of that stuff occasionally if we aren’t to be washing sheets all the time, but it is not good that they do it themselves. Young master Robert will have to be milked while he is staying with us, but no more than three times weekly. We will need someone to do that.”

Before Janet could reply, Mrs Parsons was surprised when young Oscar piped up.

“Can I do it please mummy?”

She had not thought of that and was delighted at this chance to increase the humiliation of young master Robert.

“Of course you can dear, but you had better be supervised by your sister. Will that be OK with you Janet?”

Janet grinned and nodded.

“Of course mum. We’d better get both these little boys dry now so they are ready for bed.”

Her mum set to on Oscar and soon had him dried all over. Once done, she gave his bum a light smack.

“OK Oscar, off you go to bed now.”

“Yes mummy.”

She smiled at Janet who was taking her time over her classmate’s best bits

“It’s still light Janet, so you have several hours before you and young master Robert need to pack down.”

“I need a pee mum. Would you take this naughty little boy down please?”

“Of course dear. Come along young master Robert.”

“Err… What about my clothes Mrs Parsons?”

“Naughty little boys who’ve had a spanking don’t get their clothes back until after breakfast.”

He got anything but a light smack and shrieked as he shot off to escape further pain. Janet pulled out her iPhone.

“Just going to ring Katy. I’m pretty sure she’ll want to come over tonight.”

Her mum had a big grin on her face.

“Undoubtedly so Janet. What about her brother?”

She saw her daughter’s grin go from ear to ear.

“Already thought of that mum.”

As the door closed, Janet stepped out of her jeans and sticky wet panties. Sitting down on the toilet, she sighed as her pee began to gush into the bowl. She flicked through her contacts to spot the right one and gave it a tap.

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In a 12-year-old boy’s bedroom nearby, a scene had been unfolding on the bed that would be duplicated throughout the city in every 12-year-old boy’s bedroom that night. The boy was still panting as he happily relaxed in the afterglow. He jumped at the sudden knock on his bedroom door, then someone called out and he recognised the voice.

“Err… Just a minute sis.”

He swiftly cleaned up the mess and threw the damp tissues under his bed to deal with later. After pulling his shorts and boxers back up, and his t-shirt back down, he looked round then grabbed one of his Spiderman comics.

“Err… You can come in now sis.”

She sniffed the air on entering his bedroom, verifying her suspicions about exactly what her annoying brother had just been doing as he lay on his bed. Seeing him flip his comic the right way up, she sniggered. She loved embarrassing him.

“Have you been wanking again?”

He was far too quick in denying it, and his red face confirmed she was bang on the money.

“Err… Certainly not. Err… I don’t… err… do that sort of thing.”

His mum had bathed him with his sister right up until he was seven, so the boy knew girls didn’t have a willy to play with. As with all 12-year-old boys, he had no knowledge that girls had their own equally fun parts, and ones which were much less messy when played with. His typical boy’s ignorance meant he was unable to make his sister go just as red by calling her out for doing the same. A pity really, as they would both soon have realised that playing with their best bits was all perfectly natural and perhaps might have enjoyed some guilt-free fun time together.

“Err… What did you want sis?”

“I’ve just had a call from my bestie inviting us over. Mum said as long as we’re back by 10 we can go. Your new mate is there and it’ll be fun. Come on bro.”

“Err… I don’t know sis. Err… I’m feeling rather tired.”

His sister giggled and it just slipped out.

“I’m not surprised after what you’ve just been working out with.”

He went scarlet. She could have kicked herself at letting her desire to embarrass her brother overcome what she needed him to do right now. She decided to soften her voice and tell a little white lie. Well, quite a big one actually.

“I think my bestie fancies you bro.”

Boys are just too easy she thought as she saw her brother’s shorts begin to bulge out. He gave his sister a big grin.

“Really! Gee thanks for this sis. I owe you one. I’ll get my coat.”

He completely misunderstood her grin as she grabbed his hand before he could change his mind, blissfully unaware that his twin sister Katy knew exactly what her bestie Janet had in store for young master Paul.

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