Terry's own reaction to Carla's pumping his penis with her hand, was to close his eyes and concentrate on the electric pulses he felt building up deep within his balls. With each stroke Carla made, she brought him that much closer to his release. He could feel her hand sliding upward, pulling the skin of his cock over the crown at the end and when she pumped back downward, it reminded him of when he plunged his cock deep within the dark wetness inside of Carla.
I was now complete in my own pleasures and I rolled over to within a few inches of where Carla was manipulating Terry's penis. I could see his sack tightening and I leaned over and ticked his balls as Carla continued her stroking action.
Every muscle in Terry's body tensed now and I knew he would explode any second. He drove his hips upward forcing Carla's hand to reach the base of his cock slam into his crotch. I could see that Carla's head was just above my brother cock and I wondered if I should warn her about how he would spurt easily that small distance. But it was too late as I watched Terry begin spewing his hot white semen forth. It spurted into the air to land on Carla's cheeks and hair.
His body trembled and his throbbing member spurted again, covering on Carla's tiny nipples. I was close enough that some landed on my own face. We watched him buck up and down until the last spurt came forth from his throbbing cock. Carla then released her hold on his penis and Terry leaned back in deep exhaustion. I teasingly reached over and pumped his cock a few more strokes and watches some final semen seep through the eye at the end of his penis. He begged me to stop, but I refused.
Now I would get revenge on all the times he had punched me. His penis had been going limp, but with my continued strokes, I saw it again become enlarged. Just when it was at its full erection, I let go of him, and said “Suffer, butthole.”
Terry didn't think of it as suffering, he was glad I had let go.
His balls ached, from cumming so hard. He felt he might never be able to get it up again. Every muscle in his body hurt, as if he had run five miles and wrestled a bear. Well maybe he had wrestled a bit.
We got dressed and Carla combed the sticky fluid from her hair.
Entering the front room, we sat to watch some more television.
It was just in time as Mike walked back in through the front door a few minutes later. He asked us if we had behaved and didn't get into any fights while he had been gone. We replied we had been perfect and hadn't even yelled at each other.
Mike thought that to be strange, as they were usually at odds with each other. It was as he headed down toward his bedroom that he noticed some pictures lying on the floor in Carla's bedroom.
Curious, Mike picked one of the pictures up and saw Terry's cock jutting out in plain sight. The other two pictures finished the tale. He just placed them on Carla's dresser and walked out and went into his own room. He decided it was her life, and that, though Carla was his daughter, she was her own person as well. He thought about all the times when he was younger and wished he could have experienced life as well. The best he had during his early years was masturbating and dreaming of the most perfect woman he could imagine. Those were years lost and he could never make them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage her to start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it from a parents viewpoint as well.
Dear Diary,
School starts in about two hours. I had better stop a minute and get into the shower before Terry wakes up. Else I will never get ready in time to catch the bus. I'll be back in just a second.
Dear Diary,
Never mind. Terry has again beaten me to the bathroom. I might as well continue with my story.
After Mike got dressed, we headed out in the car to the movies.
The line was short, as the show had been playing for almost two weeks already. It was a science fiction movie we had all been wanting to see, but hadn't had the time before to get to.
The theater was dark and they headed toward the middle, where we could see the movie well, and still be away from the few other people already seated. Terry went to end of the aisle and sat.
Then Carla and I followed. Mike sat next to me and we leaned back to get comfortable while waiting for the pre-views and commercials were over.
Mike glanced over and saw Terry and Carla were holding hands.
Mike whispered to me that it was strange to think of one of the neighborhood boys actually with his daughter. He thought he had always realized it would be like this, but had hoped for some dashing young rich man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his daughter could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's not so little now.
Mike admitted to me that Carla had always been mature in her thinking and had more common sense than most of the kids he knew. Her grades at school had been slightly above average, but not perfect straight A's. It was good enough that she tried and that was all he could ask of her. He was more proud of her now then ever before.
As the movie started, Mike noticed that my hand had crept underneath the arm rest and was pressing itself against his crotch. He covered my hand with his, so that any casual glances in their direction would hide them. His cock strained to be free of his pants, but this was definitely not the place to whip it out. So I just deftly slid my hands into the waistband and down under his briefs to encase his now hard penis with my tiny fist.
Mike couldn't help himself from reacting to my touch, and as I stroked my hand up and down his rock hard penis, he could feel his hot sperm boiling inside his balls, screaming to be released from their prison. I pumped him fast and harder. Suddenly he spurted inside his underwear, soaking himself and my hand. I continued stroking him until his cock became limp and depleted.
Pulling my hand from inside his pants, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked the salty semen from them. The sight of that almost made Mike want to get up out of his seat and throw me to the floor and take me right there in the theater.
Terry had watched the entire act of me pumping Carla's father out of the corner of his eyes and was so engrossed he never noticed that his arm around Carla was positioned so his hand could cup her budding breasts. Carla noticed it though, and she reached up and forced his hand to place pressure on her tiny nipples. They began jutting forth through the thin tee-shirt material and Terry swirled his fingers around the aurora of her nipples. Carla felt her panties becoming soaked in the way her body responded to his caresses. I could see her knees drawing back and forth, as she caused her vagina to open and close in the pulsation to his playing with her breasts. I knew she couldn't orgasm this way, I myself did the same thing sometimes, but that it still felt good to do it, though it always left me excited wanting more.
We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending credits rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited through one of the side doors that no one else was using. Mike had a big stain on his pants and we teased him about peeing himself. He told them he had spilt his coke and to let it go at that. But we continued to tease him, so Mike pointed out that it must have been hot in the theater and Carla sure had sweated a lot, 'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and panties from all the moisture built up there. Carla thought she would die of embarrassment as we got into the car to head to her house.
We got home and Mike went into his room to change clothes again. Carla and Terry decided to go for a bike ride. After they left, Mike went into Carla's room, where I was borrowing a tee-shirt and noticed that pictures were still lying where he had placed them on the dresser. Mike looked at them and saw that the angle of the camera had caught Terry's penis on the out bound stroke and he could see Carla's vaginal lips stretching out to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I really wished she had waited until she was at least sixteen. I might have been a little more emotionally prepared. Oh well, the best I can do, now that she has discovered how wonderful sex feels, is to counsel her on attempting to postpone any more until she is older and then make sure she understands birth control. There are to many unwanted babies in this world for children to be having children themselves. I told him that I was glad that he wasn't mad. I knew that Carla would just die if he found out and asked him to never say a word to her about finding the pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand her on something as private as this. So long as a friend of hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that she might be a bit more cautious in the future? I told him I would talk with her at our first chance alone.
Mike knew all young adults wanted to explore the opposite sex, yet knew how it could easily it get out of
