Jack Edwards
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How It Started

We weren't nearly as poor as Mom was lazy. We didn't eat much because Mom never felt like cooking. There was one bed for the four of us kids so there would only be one bed to make, which she rarely did, only one set of sheets to wash... occasionally. I suppose, to be fair, the one bedroom we had to share in our trailer wouldn’t have allowed more than two small beds anyway. But that might have taken some work, some effort. We wore no pajamas; less laundry for Mom and she was too lazy to dress us all in PJs at night anyway.

We had clean underwear, though, once Lissa and I started doing the laundry; I was nine then. We’d put on our clean underwear every night after Jamie and me bathed, and then Lissa and Meg bathed together. We’d put on our old but clean underwear; saggy, loose briefs for Jamie and me, threadbare panties for Lissa and Meg. And then we’d all climb into bed together.

It was me that insisted on nightly baths for us all because I heard my grandma yell at my mom that she should, “at least bathe your children. You leave them so filthy, it looks like you don’t give a fuck about them. If you love them, take care of them!” Well Mom didn’t, but I did. I loved Lissa, Jamie, and Meg, and I took care of them. I made us all take baths every night.

I was oldest, then Lissa. From about that age of nine, I made it a point to sleep in the middle with Lissa, feeling almost that I was like the dad of us and she was like the mom. Jaime slept, snuggled behind me and Meg slept on the other side of Lissa, and Lissa often held her. Mom would send us all to bed so she could watch TV or talk to her friends on the phone, or have boyfriends over. She wanted us out of sight, and out of mind. She drank, and sometimes she’d have arguments with her boyfriends.

Living in a trailer and it was easy to hear them. In our bed, we would all move closer together. We kept the door closed, and in the dark, held each other.

I don’t remember when I started getting boners; maybe from the beginning. But I remember pressing them against Lissa’s bottom. She'd move away if I laid on her too much or the night got too warm, but sometimes, I’d wake up to find her and Jamie both sleeping on me… me on my back and Lissa asleep on my left side and Jaime asleep on my right. They’d sleep with their heads on my shoulders. Often, my arms were pinned to my sides by their bodies, and I’d sometimes find Jaime’s little boner and balls resting in my right hand or pressed against my right hip, and just as likely, Lissa’s little pubic mound would be resting in my other hand or pressed to my other hip. I’d wake with a boner, and if my hands weren’t already pinned under Lissa and Jamie, they were usually behind their backs, and I couldn’t do anything about my own boner.

And yet, one or the other of them would usually rest the inside of their thigh on it. Or their hand. When I woke that way, with one or the other or both on my sides, if Jaime’s boner and balls were in my hand, or Lissa’s little mound, I would fondle them sleepily, smelling their hair and enjoying the warmth and weight of their bodies. They seemed to like me fondling them; they snuggled closer, murmuring in their sleep. Somewhere along the line, they started returning the favor, fondling me. And each night, we would drift back into sleep with our hands resting comfortably between each other’s legs.

The three of us were barely three years apart. It was like Mom had me, then boom, she was pregnant with Lissa, and then boom, she was pregnant with Jaime. Meg was two years younger than Jaime and Mom had trouble delivering her, bad trouble, and the doctors tied things up inside her to keep her from getting pregnant again.

Things happened differently in our bed one night, just after I turned ten, when Lissa was nine and Jaime was eight. I woke, like I often did, with Lisa’s mound in my hand. I started to fondle her, through her panties, and her hand drifted down to rest on my boner through my underwear. We sleepily fondled each other, but then Lissa began rubbing her cunny harder and harder into my hand, and her hand squeezed and rubbed my boner harder and harder. Instead of going back to sleep, I woke up. While she ground her pubic bone into my palm, I had my fingers up between her legs, rubbing up and down the bottom of her cunny as she moved. My own pelvis worked up against her palm. We kept going until Lissa got all shuddery and then I got all shaky myself and my body went stiff with blindingly good feelings.

We didn’t say anything, but the next night, when we lay down to sleep, I didn’t spoon Lissa. Instead, without having said anything to each other about it, I lay down on my back with my hands down at my sides and Lissa just, right away, laid down with her mound in my hand and her head on my shoulder. Jaime saw how we were laying, and so he lay down with his head on my other shoulder and his underwear covered little package in my other palm.

It was a warm night; early summer. The sheets were off and we were simply lying on top of the bed. The door was locked because Mom had a boyfriend in the house and we always locked our bedroom door when one of them was around.

I was hard as a rock that night, especially since Lissa put her hand on my boner as soon as she laid her head on my shoulder. I started fondling her and she started grinding her cunny in my hand and ‘rubbin and squeezin’, as we later called it, on my boner. It was difficult, though, to tell my left hand to fondle Lissa without my right hand wanting to fondle Jaime, so I did. He sprung a boner right away, and soon his hand was on my balls.

I have no idea how long the rubbin and squeezin went on; it seemed like ages. Good feelings, and then very good feelings, came and went, hushed but for rapid breathing and the rustling of the bed in our tiny room, lit only by a night light. Lissa and I both got shaky twice and Jaime once. We didn’t know then, that we were having dry orgasms; we’d never even heard the word, ‘orgasm’. But we had them, and with the resilience of pre-teens, we’d had more than one. We could have had even more, but sleep caught up with us.

The next night, Mom didn’t have a boyfriend over, but I locked the door. Meg was already sleeping. I turned out the light before crawling into bed, and then, as Jamie and Lissa watched from the bed, I pulled off my underwear and crawled up between them and onto my back. I wanted to feel their hands and fingers, not through the fabric of my underwear.

At ten, my stiffy was still a fairly skinny thing; long though, pointing up like a twig from between my legs as I rolled onto my back. They both stared at it a moment, the way it arched up over my belly like it the trajectory of a small rocket. Then Jaime closed his hand around it. I shut my eyes and moaned at the first touch of someone else’s hand on my boner.

The bed rocked a little, and I opened my eyes to find that Lissa had climbed off the bed and was pulling off her panties. Her little, nine-year-old body was thin like the rest of us, but it was definitely a girl’s body with rounded little hips. She came back onto the bed on all fours and when she was up on my left side, she laid her cunny down into my hand before laying down on my side and resting her head on my shoulder.

The scent of her fresh-washed hair filled my nostrils. The feel of her bare pubic mound in my palm and the lips of her cunny under my fingers left me almost breathless. Her cunny lips were firm, but the skin was very, very soft. Her slit was just slightly damp, especially at the bottom where, when I pressed my fingers, the fingertip of my middle finger found no resistance between the lips of her cunny and slipped between them.

While my senses were overwhelmed with her, Jaime rolled to his back, pulled off his underwear, and tossed it down to the foot of the bed. Then he rolled onto my right side, dropping his balls and boner into my hand. Suddenly, I had the added sensations of Jaime’s boner and ballsack in my right palm, and his more boyish scent filling my nostrils. His weight on my right side was more solid than Lissa’s, denser. He was thin, too, but he was a boy and boys are different. His boner lay pointing up my wrist, a twig like mine, about the same size for his body. Its base and his balls lay in my palm, and when I curled my fingers up, I could feel behind his balls; I could feel the soft skin of his scrotum, and the warm, moist skin of his firm perineum.

As if that weren’t enough to totally overload my senses, their two hands now came together on my own, naked boner and balls. In the quiet room, I could hear all three of us breathing rapidly.

We explored at first, their heads on my shoulders and me nuzzling their hair; first one and then the other. We felt with our eight, nine, and ten-year-old fingers. We moved our hips around under those fingers, fingertips dancing over our little stiffies, balls, and cunny… testing, finding what gave pleasure and what felt pleasurable. I rubbed under Lissa’s cunny and Jaime’s perineum with my fingertips, almost the same way, and ground up with my hips against their hands. It was a little like learning to pat the top of your head and rub your tummy at the same time, but the feelings were incredible as we got it more and more ‘right’.

Jaime lifted my balls, and with his fingertips, rubbed under them, rubbing my perineum the way I was rubbing his. Lissa rubbed my boner, and then closed her hand around it the way Jaime had done. As she squeezed, my hips pumped reflexively, and she felt the skin go up and down my shaft, so she began sliding it up and down for me. Our breathing grew louder as did the random movements of our bed.

Again the feelings came. That night, I believe Jaime got the shaky feelings twice.

It became a nightly ritual; locking the door, taking off our underwear, fondling. One night about the middle of summer, after Lissa fell asleep, Jaime was still excited and I fondled him longer. Then, after he’d gotten his shaky feeling and we relaxed to go to sleep, he propped up, looking down at me, his face close to mine. And then my eight year old brother lowered his lips to mine and kissed me softly. He hovered there for a moment, his lips on mine, his soft breath on my face. His balls were still in my hand and his stiffy was still firm. He ground it slightly in my hand. Then, quietly, he laid his head back down on my shoulder and rested his hand on my chest.

The next time he did it was at the end of our bath two nights later. He dried my back for me and then came around to my front. He pressed the towel to my chest with both hands and then leaning up, pursed his lips. I bent forward, and kissed him. It became something we did, when alone, or after Lissa went to sleep.

Then one night, toward the end of summer, we took off Meg’s underwear, and she didn’t even wake up, not even when Lissa spread her legs open and we turned on the light so Lissa could show us on Meg where her opening was. It was easy to see on Meg; like a lot of little girls, her cunny looked big on her. Her cunny lips sorta stayed open down at the bottom and we could see the pink lining of her little vagina.

“That’s where it goes,” Lissa whispered, spreading the lips of Meg’s vagina even wider.

Meg lay sleeping with her head on the side, mouth wide open, arms and legs out. At six, she still had the slight roundness of a little kid. She looked all open and inviting. We hadn’t tried putting our boners inside Lissa, though we’d thought about it. But now, as Lissa pointed at Meg’s opening with all of us leaning over her…

“I wanna try it,” I whispered, kneeling up between Meg’s legs. Lissa and Jamie moved up on either side as I planted my hands on either side of Meg’s shoulders like I was going to do a push up over her. I tried to point the tip of my boner between her cunny lips, but I couldn’t see well and it wasn’t pointing down far enough. Lissa took my boner and aimed it for me as I pushed forward with my hips.

Before I could feel much more than pressure on my crown, Meg moaned softly and rolled to her side under me. Frustrated, I knelt back up. Meg curled up in a fetal position.

“Look,” Lissa whispered, pointing under Meg’s bottom. The lips of Meg’s tiny little cunny poked out between the backs of her legs. “You can do it this way,” Lissa said.

So I lay down on my side behind Meg and scooted up behind her, the way I used to spoon Lissa when we were going to sleep. Lissa took my boner and pointed me in again. I felt Meg’s cunny lips with my crown. I pushed, but they didn’t give and Meg moaned in her sleep.

“It won’t fit,” I whispered.

“Wet your weiner,” Lissa whispered back. “I wet my finger when I want to feel inside. It goes in easier.”

“Let me feel inside,” I said, and wetting my index finger in my mouth, I reached down between the backs of Meg’s legs. She jumped a little, like I had tickled her, but stayed asleep as I felt around inside. I had felt inside Lissa some, but she was always wet enough in her cunny by the time I did it each time that there wasn’t a problem. Surprisingly, Meg didn’t feel a whole lot smaller inside than Lissa did. “She feels like you do,” I said.

Lissa reached in to feel, and then rubbed on Meg’s cunny the way she liked to have her own cunny rubbed.

“Wet your dick and try again,” Jaime suggested.

I looked down at my boner, considering how best to do it; I couldn’t stick it in my mouth like a finger. I had about decided to spit into my hand first when Jaime took the initiative. “I’ll do it,” he said, bending over from behind my hips. He took the base of my boner between his thumb and finger and closed his mouth over the end of it.

I gasped, and my eyes rolled up as Jamie moved his mouth up and down on my stiffy, much like he would move a finger in and out of his mouth to get it real wet. “That feels awesome!” I whispered, hoarsely.

Jaime tugged my hipbone, rotating my hips back to get at me better. He lifted off my boner. “Feels good, huh?”

I nodded. He did some more.

Lissa watched him, all the while rubbing Meg’s little cunny. Meg squirmed, comfortably.

I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs. I sighed contentedly.

“It’s wet enough, already, Jaime” Lissa said.

Jaime pulled off, and almost reluctantly, I rolled up once more on my side behind Meg. Lissa pointed me in again, and this time, I felt my crown slide between Meg’s little cunny lips. They were warm now, from Lissa’s rubbing. Very warm. And then I felt the tightness of Meg’s little vagina as the end of my twig of a cock slid inside. I only made it partway, though.

“It’s her cherry,” Lissa said, and I suddenly realized that the phrase, ‘busting her cherry’ might actually mean something physical. I was in no mood to stop now, though. I pushed.

Meg whimpered and started to stir. I eased back.

Lissa rubbed Meg’s little legs, soothingly. “It’s OK, Meg,” she whispered. Then she glanced at me. “Try again.”

I pulled my hips back for a more ‘running start’ and drove forward, this time, breaking through and plunging in all the way.

The sensations were incredible as my boner sheathed itself in the snug, warmth of Meg’s tight little canal. She cried out softly, and started to pull way, but I closed an arm around her waist to keep her snug in my lap.

“It’s OK, Meg,” Lissa soothed. “Andy’s just doing something that’s gonna make you feel real good in a second. And it’s gonna make Andy feel good, too. You want Andy to feel good, don’t you?” she asked.

I saw the back of Meg’s head nod. I pulled her snug to my body, and found that the pleasant sensations weren’t all on my cock. It felt good to hold her small, naked body inside mine.

I moved my stiffy inside her, feeling her snugness slide over my crown and on my shaft. I slid it in and out, finding the sensations growing even better. I pumped my hips in an action as reflexive to boys as breathing. Lissa stroked the sides of Meg’s legs. “Is it feeling good?” she asked Meg in a whisper.

“Uh-uh,” Meg responded, beginning to sound fussy and angry at being awakened and invaded at the same time. Lissa moved around in front of Meg, and reaching between her legs from the front, began to rub the front of Meg’s cunny.

I felt Jaime’s hand on my thrusting hip and glanced up to see him intently watching the appearance and disappearance of my shaft between Meg and me. He glanced at me. “I’m next,” he said.

I hugged Meg and pumped inside her. Before long, I felt Meg’s little body moving, with me. “Is it feeling good now?” Lissa asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Meg said.

I pumped faster, also a reflex. Soon, I was rabbit thrusting into my baby sister. Meg grabbed hold of my arms around her waist and leaned back hard against me. We went a long time, and I got my shaky feeling.

“My turn,” Jaime said, as soon as he saw it.

Reluctantly, I pulled out. A kid of ten doesn’t always get soft right way. My dick came out wet and hard. I scooted back and Jaime moved in behind Meg. Lissa guided him in, and after a couple of wrong pokes, Jaime was inside Meg, hugging her from behind like I had. Lissa and I watched his narrow little, eight-year-old hips begin to pump, and then she came around the bed to me.

Lissa rolled me onto my back and grabbed my boner. “I wanna try it,” she said. And with that, she climbed astride my legs. She scooted forward until, kneeling up, she could point my boner directly up into her cunny. The muscles in her belly and thin legs were all tight and the tendons between her legs were stretched.

She worked my cock around until the crown slipped just inside the bottoms of her cunny lips. Her eyes rose to mine. She lowered herself slowly, biting her lip. My hips came up off the bed, wanting to get inside her.

“Don’t move,” she warned, going up onto her knees again. “Let me do it.”

I settled my hips back down, then waited.

Lissa lowered herself. I felt the tightness of her insides, almost the same as Meg’s. Then I felt her hymen stop my penetration. Lissa rose slightly, eyes closed in concentration, jaw set, and then she sat down firmly. I slid right through.

She gasped. Looking down my belly, I could see the underside of her cunny, flattened on my own, bare pubic mound. Her eyes were still closed, her body tense. She froze there, and I could feel her insides tensing on my shaft. The tensing slowed.

Lissa made a tentative movement, forward and back. Then around. Then up and down. She relaxed more and opened her eyes. She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders to support herself. Then Lissa closed her eyes again, hung her head, and began moving her hips a lot of different ways, feeling all around.

I grabbed the sides of her legs, and moved with her, it was impossible not to, and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally, she settled on a forward and back motion and we went faster, the bed rocking with our motion.

She was bouncing toward the end, hard. I got my shaky feelings and they lasted a long time, until after she was done with hers. Lissa slowed, and just lay down on me, with me still inside. I wrapped my arms around her and she nuzzled in under my neck.

My dick slipped out from inside her a moment later. But I wondered if Jaime had fallen asleep with his still inside Meg. They were sleeping on their sides. Lissa stretched out comfortably on me, and we went to sleep that way.

I went to sleep thinking, that it really was like I was the dad and she was the mom of us all.

The next night, Jaime and I got each other’s boners wet at the same time while Lissa and Meg got each other ready. It was a long time before we switched.

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