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Foreword:

   I am attempting to show alternatives to the current mythos that sex is
harmful to children.  My thesis is that sex is neither inherently good nor
bad, whether it is between adults of the opposite sex, adults of the same
sex, children with children nor children with adults.  Sex, first and
foremost should be fun for all parties involved, and sex should be
subordinate to love.  Sex where one person is using the other for their own
pleasure is not good.  I don't enjoy reading about it, and don't plan to
write about it, and such sex is what gives pedophiles a bad name.  I do not
believe that this is typical of pedophiles, just the ones that get into the
news.  What I am attempting to write about in this story and hopefully
others, is love with sex, where the pleasure, and long term well being of
the partner is of paramount importance to the protagonists. It will
probably not be as pornographic as most of the stories published here, but
if I can make you cry a little as well as turning you on, in my own eyes, I
will have succeeded. Enjoy.





   Lovers

   By James L.  Hurlburt Copyright 1996



   Aunt Julie came to the door of my room, paused a moment and said
"Michael, Jamie - Bob and I need to talk with you.  Could you come down to
the living room for a while please." I looked at Jamie, lying on the bed
beside me with her history book, and could see on her face that, like me,
she figured the jig was up.  Aunt Julie turned to go, and reluctantly, we
followed down the stairs.

   When we got to the living room, Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob were sitting on
the couch together, they didn't appear to be upset, but this still wasn't
very encouraging.  I went to the love seat across from them and Jamie sat
down against me and clasped my hand.  "Well, we have a united front at
least." Uncle Bob said, "That's very encouraging.  And, to put mortal
terror at rest, Julie and I know that you two have been lovers for at least
a couple of weeks and we aren't angry with you.  However, you are playing
with fire and what we are going to try to do is to furnish you with
potholders and pokers so you won't get burnt, and teach you some fire
safety rules so you won't burn down the house.  OK?"

   Silence.  Embarrassed silence.

   After a few moments, Aunt Julie spoke, "I see we have replaced mortal
terror with mortal embarrassment, so for the moment we will do most of the
talking, and give you a chance to settle down and relax a little.  We know
that you two are having sex, I've been watching it develop for a couple of
months now, and when I found blood on your sheets, Mike, traces of blood on
your shorts and Jamie's panties, Jamie was walking pretty cautiously that
morning, and you two were sort of floating around the house for the next
few days - well it didn't require a Sherlock Holmes to make a few
deductions, then when I saw your faces when I asked you to come down, well,
you might just as well have written it out and signed it.  I was hoping
that you were making love, rather than just fucking -- from the way you two
have been acting together and are sitting now, that appears to be true."

   As I sat there, on the love seat with Jamie, I thought back over the
last year and how we had come to be here, caught in the act.  Aunt Julie
and Uncle Bob weren't really my Aunt and Uncle, although, they filled the
job in every way except biological fact.  A couple of years ago, my Dad met
Sarah, Aunt Julie's sister, and they had started going out.  This was a bit
tough for a 12 year old boy to take, she was taking a lot of Dad's time
that up till then had been mine, but she was a nice lady who knew from the
start that she had to woo both of us, succeeded quite well, and married Dad
just a little over a year ago.  It had turned out to be really nice to have
a mom again, and things were going fine.  Then came the night when they
were coming home from a movie, and a drunk hit their car.

   Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob had arrived a few hours later, and gathered me
up, then after the funeral, I just stayed with them.  A few months later,
they and my grandparents had gotten together, talked it over, then asked me
if I would like to live with them permanently.  By then, that was what I
was hoping for, and had been hinting about, so I didn't have to think it
over at all.  A few weeks later, there was a court hearing, a judge asked
me much the same questions, and it was official.

   The first few weeks after the accident were pretty bad, it was early in
the summer so I didn't have school to worry about, but it also meant that I
had plenty of time to feel sorry for myself.  I had met Uncle Bob, Aunt
Julie, and Jamie several times during the previous year and had stayed with
them when Dad and Mom went on their honeymoon.  Jamie and I had gotten
along OK, but nothing special.  When you have a 10 year old girl and a 13
year old boy together, you will have some bickering, but mostly what we had
was a peaceful coexistence.  Then after the accident, Jamie had been extra
nice to me, and I had started talking to her about what I was feeling.  I
think that as much as anything was what had taken me through my grief and
gotten me to going again.  We had started sitting together, and playing
games together, Dad had taught me to play gin, and I taught it to Jamie,
and before long, she was real competition.  We had a tournament going for
about 3 months, playing almost every day, and were staying pretty even,
although it had gotten so that when I played with Uncle Bob, he was awfully
easy to beat.  He complained about this a lot, but was always willing to
play.

   As the summer progressed, we tried kissing.  I had been thinking about
Jamie as a girl, and as possible sex ever since we first met, what
pubescent boy wouldn't have, but had lacked the skills and opportunity to
put the thought into practice.  I had been jacking off and thinking about
it though.  Then one evening, after the gin game, Jamie was laying on my
bed beside me and we were both reading, or at least I thought she was.  I
was laying there wondering what it would be like to kiss her, turned over
and found her looking into my eyes.  I thought, "Here goes nothing.", and
bent towards her lips.  She raised to meet me.  I am sure that kiss lacked
technical skill, I am also sure that we will both remember it for the rest
of our lives.

   During the next few weeks, our technique improved - it should have with
that much practice and Jamie introduced me to French kissing.  She had
heard about it from her friends and wanted to try it.  Along with kissing,
petting was developing nicely as well, Jamie's breasts were starting to
bud, but she didn't wear a bra around the house much.  I suspect this was
deliberate, I think she had been wearing a bra more of the time before
that.

   A few days later, Aunt Julie went to a meeting, Uncle Bob was at work,
and the petting got serious.  I had my hand up under her tee-shirt
caressing her bud breasts, she had a hand under my shirt rubbing my stomach
and chest, I had a hard on that wouldn't quit, and Jamie was acting pretty
turned on.  I slowly slid my hand down across her stomach and started under
the waistband of her pants.  As the waistband started to get tight on my
hand, I felt her stomach suck in and my hand slid the rest of the way into
her pants.  I was afraid she wouldn't want to go too far, so I was sliding
my hand back and fourth across her lower body, gradually creeping lower and
lower, when Jamie grasped my arm and pushed it on down.  My hand slid over
her mound and found the start of her cleft.

   Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, but even with her stomach
sucked in, I couldn't get my hand much lower.  I caressed her for a moment,
then pulled out my hand.  I took her free hand, and guided it into the top
of my waistband, then started fumbling with the button and zipper on her
pants.  Unbuttoning and unzipping a pair of pants sounds simple, after all,
if you are a guy, you do it several times a day, but when you are in
terminal lust, you have a squirmy girl kissing you, working her hand into
your pants, and it is the first time you have attempted to unfasten someone
else's pants with one hand, it can seem to take a real long time to get the
job done.  However, in a few moments, no matter how long it seemed, I had
her pants unzipped and had my hand back inside her panties.  In the mean
time, Jamie had decided to work on unfastening my pants and was having
about as much luck as I had.  As my hand slid over her cleft, Jamie moaned
a little.  "Is that OK?", I asked.  "Oh yes!", she replied.  As my hand
slid further down, I could feel moistness in her cleft, and a bump that I
later learned was her clitoris.  I didn't understand how to masturbate a
girl yet, and Jamie didn't know how to tell me, so we just caressed for a
while longer, I wanted to come real bad, but was not sure I wanted Jamie to
see it, so after a while we quit, and I went into the bathroom.  At that
point, about three pulls on my cock, and I was coming.  It was a release,
but not truly a pleasure.

   About this time, we discovered a copy of `The Joy of Sex' in Uncle Bob's
library.  The first time we saw it, it was on the coffee table in the
family room, and we soon became ardent students of the text.  It was a
while after we found it before we had much time alone, it was starting to
seem as though Aunt Julie was around more than she had been earlier in the
summer, and her movements were less regular, but in 15 and 30 minute
pieces, we put in a lot of time reading and practicing what we could with
our clothes on.  We read about fellatio and cunnilingus, (it took a while
for us match them up with their slang terms, and Jamie got a serious case
of the giggles over it), but what we spent the most time studying and
discussing was the deflowering of virgins.

   The next time we had a few hours we could depend on, Jamie wanted to see
me come and by then I wasn't hard to persuade.  She took my hand, dragged
me along behind her and into her bedroom and started undressing me.  She
was using both hands, so she had my pants off in a minute.  My tool was
firmly at attention with a little pre-come making the head glisten in the
light; She touched it with her fingertips lightly and traced down the veins
along the side.  She was a bit handicapped because I was trying to take her
pants off at the same time, after a moment, she turned her attention away
from me and helped me off with her pants and shirt.

   This was the first time I had really seen her naked, and the sight was
almost enough for me to come then and there.  I finished taking off my
shirt with a lot of eager assistance, then we kissing and petted for a
little while.  Soon enough, Jamie turned her full attention back to my
cock. She turned around and got onto her knees on the bed beside me.  By
now, there was more than a little pre-come and as she started stroking me,
even more yet.  I continued to get harder and bigger, and between her
stroking me and me caressing her pussy from behind and wanting to come for
Jamie, it was only another minute or two before I climaxed.  Jamie was
watching closely, and was directly in the line of fire.  The first shot hit
her face, and the second hit her chest.  "Ooo, yuck.", she exclaimed, then
as some of it trickled into her mouth, "It doesn't taste too bad though."

   As if the experience so far hadn't been enough for her , she then took
the end of my cock into her mouth, the most of the squirting was done by
then and started sucking on it.  Even though I had just finished one
ejaculation, in about 30 seconds, she had me coming again.  As the spasms
subsided, "Oh, wow.", I sighed and lay back on the bed.  Jamie turned
around and lay down along side and on top of me, rubbing the come on her
breasts onto my chest.  She started kissing me again, and she was right, it
didn't taste too bad.  I raised her up and started licking and sucking at
her nipples.  Buds and all, that brought them to attention right away, and
Jamie rolled over onto her back like a cat being petted, relaxed and happy.
I started kissing and licking her down her chest and across her stomach. 
Happy stayed and improved, but relaxed started to look a bit frayed around
the edges.  I slipped my hand down between her legs, she spread them wide
for me, and relaxed lost.

   She started thrusting at my hand, while at the same time pushing my head
lower and lower across her body.  I figured why not, and slid down the bed
until I was facing her pussy between her spread legs.  As I kissed and
licked her mound and started my tongue into her slit, she started thrusting
even more.  I was finding it difficult to keep up with her, but stayed with
it as she started to moan, gasp, then a screech.  "Did I hurt you?", I
said, worried.  "No, no, don't stop.", she gasped, "But I think I just
came, I'd been wondering what it was like." "Pretty noisy.", I said, and
went back to licking her.  In a few moments she started to relax, so I slid
up along the bed beside her.  We lay there cuddling and kissing for a
little longer, then because we knew Aunt Julie would be home soon, went to
the bathroom and took our first shower together.  That was just about as
good as it gets, only slightly spoiled by the need to hurry and be done,
dry and dressed before Aunt Julie got home.

   Jamie was only 11, and we didn't think she could get pregnant, but our
first attempts to have intercourse were not very successful.  It took us
four or five tries spread over two weeks to get past Jamie's cherry, I was
afraid to hurt her, and neither one of us really understood what was
needed, besides, the opportunities to do more than casual petting and
kissing were becoming even less available.  But between 20 fingers, one
tongue and one cock, we succeeded.

   What finally did it was an over exuberant thrust by Jamie as we were
experimenting one day.  She was on her back with her hips on a pillow as
`The Joy of Sex" recommends, and I was astride her with the head of my cock
pressed firmly against her baby hole.  We had been moving together for a
while and I was building to a climax when we got out of sync and Jamie gave
an extra thrust at the same moment.  There was kind of a pop, and I slid a
couple of inches inside her.  Jamie gasped, and sort of yelped.  I asked,
"Are you OK?", and started to pull out.  Jamie held on to me, holding me in
her, "Don't stop now." "You're sure?", I asked.  She nodded and hugged me
tighter.  I pushed gently, then pulled out a little and pushed again. 
Jamie squeaked with every thrust, but still had her arms around me holding
me in her; in just a moment she had the rhythm again and was matching me
stroke for stroke.  Soon, I was bottomed out in her.  We lay there and
kissed some more, then started moving together again.  I don't think Jamie
came that time, but I sure did, and I know she came every time after that,
generally several times.

   I knew we had been getting reckless with our lovemaking, and I suppose
we should have expected to get caught, but at 11 and 14, in lust and love
at the same time, for the first time, it was hard to turn down any
opportunities, and we didn't wait for just the good ones.  Jamie started
sneaking into my room after her parents had gone to bed, and that alone
would have done it pretty soon, even if Aunt Julie hadn't been watching us
the way she was.

   This makes it sound like we were obsessed with sex, and I suppose we
were, but even more, we were in love.  Any time we had an opportunity, we
kissed and petted.  With any more time and privacy we tried many of the
examples given in our book.  But when the adults were there, we were happy
just being together, doing homework, sitting and reading, playing games or
watching TV.  I don't think I have ever been so happy, and I believe that
Jamie was even more ecstatic.  Thinking back, now, it was no wonder that
Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob noticed what was going on.  They would have had to
have been blind and stupid to have overlooked the way we were acting.

   *******************************************

   Aunt Julie continued, "However, back to the fires, there are several
possible ways you can get in serious trouble from here.  The most urgent
one is pregnancy, you do know that this is how babies are made, don't you
Mike?" I nodded.  "I knew that Julie at least, has the information, but we
didn't go into it in detail last summer when we had that talk dear, it
didn't seem necessary at the time.  But it certainly is now.  I realize
that most girls can't get pregnant at 11, but most 11 year old girls
haven't been sexually stimulated for the last couple of months, and even
though it is still quite unlikely that Jamie is pregnant, if you two keep
on like this it is certain to happen.

   From that point there is a bad choice, abortion, and a worse choice, a
12 and a 15 year old having a baby.  At 11, Jamie, your body isn't ready
yet to have a baby, and you won't be ready to raise one for another six or
eight years after that.  An abortion will affect you both, in ways you
won't understand for now, but looking at others who have had them, the
effect is not good, is long term, and will probably destroy your
relationship at the very least.  So, rather than dwelling longer on the bad
points, we shall try to prevent them."

   "How, Momma?", Jamie said beside me.

   "Well, first thing, we are going to do an "at home pregnancy test" on
you.  Take this strip into the bathroom and pee on it.  It is very unlikely
that you have caught yet, but we want to be sure.  Abortions are less bad
if they are done quickly."

   "But I haven't had a period yet, how can I be pregnant?"

   "A woman's period means that she has ovulated and was not fertilized. 
Dr.  Wilson says that it is possible to catch on the first ovulation, and
you two have been making a valiant effort to test this hypothesis.  If this
happened, you could be pregnant without ever having had a period. 
Unlikely, but still possible and we need to check, so go dear."

   "Yes, Momma.", said Jamie as she got up, took the strip and went out of
the room.

   I must have shown how worried and scared I was, because Uncle Bob looked
at me and said, "Relax Mike, this still isn't a hanging jury, but problems
don't go away just because you are afraid to check them out.  We need to
know; if there is a problem it will be much easier to handle now than
later."

   In a few moments Jamie came back into the room.  "Here Momma.", she
said. Aunt Julie looked at the strip, checked the paper she held in her had
and said, "OK, we are past that one, the test shows negative.  So, to be
sure about the last few days, go get a glass of water dear and take this
pill.  It's a morning after pill, and what the pregnancy test won't show,
this will take care of.  You might have fertilized an egg in the last
couple of days, but it has not implanted yet.  This will keep it from
implanting on the unlikely chance there is one." Jamie went out again and
returned in a moment, snuggling down beside me again.

   "So," Uncle Bob said, "Now that we have damage control taken care of, we
come to the hard part-prevention.  Julie and I don't subscribe to the
current mythos, that sex for children is wicked, harmful, evil, must be
forbidden at all costs, and causes dandruff."

   "Dandruff, Daddy?", giggled Jamie.

   "Well, maybe not dandruff, but they add a long list of other things. 
Julie and I have decided that the cure is worse than the disease, and are
going to allow, even encourage you two to continue.

   However, there are conditions - mainly that you shall use birth control
each and every time you make love from now on, I mean every time without
fail, and the rhythm method, or early withdrawal don't count.  Julie has
some stuff for you now, and an appointment to see Dr.  Wilson next week,
both of you, because you both need to know what needs to be done and how to
do it.  We must have your promises, and you must make us believe that you
mean them, and you must keep them without fail.  This is more for your own
good than ours - Julie and I can survive the neighbors talking about you
much better than you two can survive starting to raise a baby before Jamie
even gets to high school.  This is so important, that if we feel we can't
believe and trust you, we will have to separate you.  And what that will
mean is a different home for you, Mike.  A very very bad thought, but not
quite as bad as a baby for you two in the next few years.  We don't want to
do it.  We will weep if we must do it, but do it we shall if it seems
necessary.  Is this understood?"

   I must have paled, and I know that Jamie did, she became very still
beside me and clutched my hand almost hard enough to hurt.

   "Well, Bob, you seem to have brought mortal terror back to the top of
the list.", said Aunt Julie, "Sending you away Mike, is very low on our
list of options.  We will only do it as a very last resort.  But you had to
be made aware of how serious the problem can be.  There are birth control
methods that work and do not interfere with sex.  Sex is more fun if you
don't have to worry about making a baby.  So, it is your turn now.  Talk to
us.  Jamie, do you love Mike?'

   "Oh, yes Momma.", Jamie sobbed.  "Please don't send him away."

   I slipped my arm around her and hugged her close.  "And I love you,
baby.", I said to her, amazed at how odd and how good it felt to say it. 
She looked up, startled.  "I love you, Mike.", she cried, wrapping her arms
around my neck and kissing me.  With the adults watching, I didn't kiss
back as well as I might have, but it must have been good enough.

   "Well, Julie, I believe that is about as well established as we are
going to get for now.", said Uncle Bob with a chuckle.

   "I believe so.", said Aunt Julie, "So, I expect that you two have had
about as much of this as you can stand for one day.  Will you both promise
to use birth control from now on?" We both nodded.  She continued, "We will
need to have several more of these conversations during the next few weeks,
mostly about how to make the rest of the world believe that you are
following the current public social customs while living the way you choose
to.  Bob and I have been doing it for years and have the techniques down
pretty well.  Go on back upstairs and I will be up in a little while with
some supplies and explanations on how to use it."

   She started to smile.  "Jamie, there is no need for you to sneak into
Mike's room after you think we are asleep.  You two may sleep in either of
your beds as suits you.  And we both love the two of you very much.  You
are the best kids we could ask for, and I was very glad you took advantage
of the book I left out for you."

   "Momma!!", Jamie said a bit indignantly, "How did you know all about
us?"

   By now Aunt Julie was grinning.  "Well, I have been a mother for nearly
12 years now, daughter, and I know you pretty well.  Mothers learn to stay
aware of what kids are up to, and you two haven't been very good at hiding
what you were doing.  And more important, I was specifically watching to
see what you might do together, after all, you are nearly a year older than
I was when I started.  Bob wasn't my first experience, but I wasn't much
older than you are the first time that we made love."

   I was stunned, then a bit chagrined.  We hadn't been fooling those two a
bit, they had been at least two steps ahead of us all the way.

   Jamie slipped out of my arms and ran across to her parents, climbing
into their laps and hugging them both.  "I love you Momma, and Daddy.  You
are the best parents in the whole world." I followed more slowly, and was
swept into a big family hug.
   The End (for now)