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Jason And Jennifer Naked In School - Monday
By: Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional 
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a 
fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All 
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. 
Now, on to the show!

*****

CHAPTER ONE - JASON

Oh my God. I knew it would get around to me eventually, but it was 
still a huge shock when my turn came.

I'd overslept and was running a bit late for my first period English 
class. I was trying not to be tardy, and wasn't paying much attention 
to anything else, so I jumped a bit when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 
I turned and saw the hand belonged to Mr. Jackson, the vice-principal.

"Mr. Fields," he said, and nodded a good morning to me. "Care to join 
me in Miss Pomeroy's office?" It wasn't so much a request as it was an 
order, and who was I to say 'no' anyway?

I've always been a good kid. Decent grades, plenty of school 
activities, never really been in trouble, so it was a mystery to me why 
I was being herded into the principal's office first thing on a Monday 
morning.

In retrospect, I should have seen it coming.

"Good morning, Jason." Miss Pomeroy sat behind her desk, a small smile 
on her face. She handed me a pamphlet and pointed me toward a chair. I 
sat and waited for an explanation, but nothing was said, so I took some 
time and looked at the small booklet she had given me.

Shit.

I was in The Program.

That's not the full name, of course. Officially, I was now involved in 
The Naked In School Program, but everyone just calls it The Program. 
People even say it with capital letters.

I think the whole thing started a few years ago in a school out east, 
which is weird when you think about it, right? If you were a school 
administrator, and you were going to have your students running around 
naked for a week, wouldn't you do it somewhere warmer than North 
Carolina? I would, but nobody asked me. Maybe when the program was 
started it was only in the fall or spring, and not winter.

Whatever. We do it year-round here at Kennedy Preparatory Academy (go 
Eagles!), but at least it stays warm here during the winter. Or more 
specifically November, which is when it is now.

I didn't read much of the pamphlet. Everyone knew what The Program was 
all about anyway, so I figure there's no point in dragging out the 
suspense.

"I suppose you want me naked?" I asked, sighing a little. Miss Pomeroy 
smiled and nodded. She seemed to be holding back a little giggle, 
although I couldn't figure out what I'd said that was so damn funny.

"Well, if you mean that you are required to remove your clothing in 
accordance with the guidelines laid out in the pamphlet, then yes I do. 
Whether or not I want you that way," she continued, stressing 'want' 
and making is sound kind of slutty, "is another story." She grinned.

I shook my head and nodded, more than a little embarrassed, and began 
taking off my clothes. It was going to be a little weird, what with 
people groping me in the halls, that much I knew from some friends who 
had already been in The Program, but nothing I couldn't handle.

I was most worried about getting an erection at an inopportune moment, 
even though no one seemed to mind all the guys walking around school 
like that, least of all the girls. I think maybe kids are more mature 
than adults give us credit for. Or maybe we're all just enjoying the 
free peep show too much to say anything about it.

Miss Pomeroy put a box on her desk, and told me that I would be able to 
pick up my stuff after school, but for the rest of the week I would 
need to remove my clothing before I entered the school building. I knew 
this already, of course. We've been doing The Program since the start 
of the school year, but I suppose she has her little speech all 
memorized, and there's probably a law about what she has to tell each 
participant.

"There is a special box near the front entryway which you will use to 
store your clothing and any personal items," she continued, and it sure 
sounded like a prepared speech. "This box will remain locked during 
school, and will only be opened for you as you leave at the conclusion 
of the day. Any off-campus activities you may have are to be considered 
a part of your education, and nudity will be mandatory. Do you have any 
questions?"

I couldn't think of any. I was still in a little bit of shock, to be 
honest. My dad and step-mom are pretty strict. Actually, my dad's okay, 
but my step-mom makes most bible-thumping, shotgun-packing, backwoods 
militiaman seem liberal by comparison. I was kind of surprised she 
hadn't gotten my step-sister and I on the do-not-participate list. I'd 
expected some sort of protest from her, at the very least.

"I have a question, I guess. Does this mean I'll have to perform at the 
choir concert this week in the nude?" I was in the senior choir, and 
our big fall concert was this Thursday. If I was going to have to sing 
in front of everyone totally naked, this week might not be that cool. 
To my horror, Miss Pomeroy nodded, although she seemed a little sad at 
my shocked expression. What was she thinking, that I'd be adjusted to 
it already?

What was my family going to think about this?

My step-sister Jennifer was in the choir, and I just knew there would 
be hissy fits about this at home! Don't get me wrong, we get along 
pretty well for step-siblings. Our parents married when we were only 
seven, so since we're both seniors this year we've had a lot of time to 
get used to living together, but there has always been some friction 
between us. I sighed. Just what I needed. Something else for her to 
hassle me about.

"Actually," I spoke, "I do have one other question. Aren't I supposed 
to have a partner?" For the first month of the school year, only guys 
went naked. Then in October, it was only the girls. Beginning earlier 
in November, two students from each class, one male and one female, had 
been paired together.

Suddenly I was looking forward to having someone to lean on for 
support. As long as she was cute, anyway. The first month of the year, 
there was this fat kid, Jamie Jenkins, and no one wanted to be close to 
him! Talk about blubber boy. Nice kid and all, but I think maybe he 
missed the personal hygiene lessons in grade school. As long as my 
partner didn't look anything like him, I'd get by.

Miss Pomeroy looked at the wall clock behind me and frowned. "Yes, it 
is a bit curious. Robert?" she called, and Mr. Jackson came in from the 
reception area. "Could you please see where our other participant is?"

As he was turning to go, there was a knock on the door. Apparently the 
other senior, whoever she was, was running even later than I was. Even 
when the vice-principal opened the door, my view was blocked and I 
couldn't see who it was, but Miss Pomeroy waved towards the door, 
ushering whomever it was to sit.

Suddenly my day got a whole lot worse.

I gulped as my partner sat next to me, a shocked expression on her face.

"Hi Jennifer."


CHAPTER TWO - JENNIFER

"Hi Jason. Why are you naked in... oh my God." What the heck? I hadn't 
had any idea why I'd been pulled out of band and into the principal's 
office, but judging by the horrified look on Jason's face, I knew it 
couldn't be good. The fact that he was sitting there naked was a pretty 
good clue what was going on.

As soon as I saw the two naked people on the front of the brochure Miss 
Pomeroy handed me, I knew what was going on started to blush.

And then I started to get nervous.

Jason was going to see me naked. I wanted to shout for joy, but then I 
wanted to cry. See, the thing of it is, I've had a crush on my 
step-brother ever since my mom married his dad. That was about ten 
years ago, and I know I've acted like a foolish little girl around 
Jason, even though I'm technically older, by three months

He's never treated me as anything but a sister, and I knew he would be 
horrified if he knew how many nights I've gone to bed thinking of him 
touching me. My favorite sexual fantasy is about him, so it's no wonder 
why I was blushing at the thought of us spending the week together 
naked in school. He'd always gotten me wet, he was such a hottie.

I could feel my nipples start to crinkle at the thought of of him 
looking at my body. I hoped he'd get hard looking at me. I'd always 
wanted to see his dick, and knew that I'd have lots of chances this 
week. What if he felt the same way about me? I felt my pussy get a 
little more squishy at the idea.

"What?" I knew someone had said something, but wasn't sure what. I 
received a stern look from the principal, who I noticed was holding out 
a cardboard box to me. I took it, but wasn't sure what I was supposed 
to do with it.

"Uh... thanks. What's this for?" I asked. Miss Pomeroy gave me another 
glare, along with an exasperated sigh. Hey, what's she expect? She 
sticks me in a room with my step-brother, whose bones I've wanted to 
jump for years, and she doesn't think I might get a little distracted? 
Please!

"Your clothes, Miss Rose, will go in the box. You may get them at the 
end of school." She continued with a brief outline of the program, 
which I zoned out, trying to steal quick glances at Jason's crotch. He 
was holding his hands in his lap, damn him, hiding the most important 
bits and pieces from my view. I felt kind of bad for him, he looked so 
miserable.

"What about our parents?" Jason suddenly asked. I felt a chill go 
through me as he said it. I hadn't even thought about our family. What 
would they think? My mom, as much as I hate to admit it, is a bit of a 
fuddy-duddy. She's nice and all that, but really is a stick in the mud

There was no way she would approve of this. She'd threatened to have us 
transfered out of the district when she heard about The Program, but my 
step-dad talked her out of it. I turned to the principal, waiting to 
hear what she had to say.

"Your parents received the information packet, as did every family, at 
the beginning of the fall term. It was well within their rights to 
place you on the list of students who will not participate, but they 
did not. Therefore, you begin your week immediately." Miss Pomeroy 
looked at me expectantly. What did she want?

I realized I was still clothed, and quickly started taking off my 
blouse and skirt. I tried to look out of the corner of my eye to see if 
Jason was watching me, but he seemed to have found something incredibly 
interesting to look at on the opposite wall. Shrugging my shoulders, I 
reached around, unfastening the clasp of my bra, and sighed as my boobs 
popped free.

As they bobbed there, I saw Jason glance up at me. By accident? I don't 
know, but I thought I heard a little gasp. I admit it, I have big 
boobs. Everyone is always looking at them, and I knew this week would 
be no different. I wear these industrial strength sports bras for extra 
support, even when I'm not playing volleyball, so I don't know if Jason 
realized how big my boobs were until today.

He sure knew now!

Laughing to myself, I quickly stripped off my panties, leaving me 
clothed only in my socks and shoes. I noticed Jason was still wearing 
his sneakers, and figured footwear must be okay.

Quickly sitting back in my chair, so as not to be obvious about giving 
Jason a free show, I turned back to the principal, and handed her my 
box of clothes.

Miss Pomeroy finished her lecture about The Program, and suddenly we 
were done. I got a hall pass back to band, and Jason told the principal 
he'd need one for English. I was going to wait around for him, but 
Jason seemed to have a lot of rearranging to do with his book bag, so I 
took off for class.


CHAPTER THREE - JASON

I was so fucking embarrassed it hurt. I was glad I was sitting down, 
because the second Jennifer took off her clothes, I was hard as a rock. 
I tried to cover myself up, but I think I saw her peeking at me, 
although I don't know how much she could have seen.

And even after we were ready to go back to class, it was as if she was 
hanging around, just to get an eyeful of my cock.

Pretty embarrassing, if you ask me.

I got to English right near the end of class, much to the delight of 
everyone still fully clothed. Mr. Munroe took a quick glance at me, 
smirked a little, and told me to take my seat. I groaned as I looked 
around the room, trying to find a spot. The only open chair was next to 
Brenda.

Shit!

"Hey, stud! Come sit by me," she called out, giving everyone a big 
chuckle. I shuffled over to the chair and sat down, trying to hide 
myself as best I could.

"Mr. Munroe," I heard from the back of the room. Tiffany Meyers, a real 
busybody, had her hand up in the air and was waving it around, trying 
to get our teacher's attention. "Jason's covering himself up. He's not 
supposed to do that, is he?" I blushed, sitting up straight in my 
chair, putting both hands on the desktop, trying to act innocent.

One of the rules of The Program was that I wasn't allowed to cover 
myself. Not with my hands, or a book bag, or anything. I was to be 
completely available to all students and faculty. It was supposed to 
make me more comfortable with my body and sexuality, but I think too 
often it was a chance for people to gape at someone.

Mr. Munroe looked up from the podium. We were discussing Shakespeare's 
sonnets, and half the class was asleep. Unfortunately the other half 
seemed quite interested in my dick.

"Ah, yes indeed. I do believe you're correct Tiffany. Very good. Gold star."

Gold star? Mr. Munroe was getting old, but giving out gold stars? We 
weren't in grade school any more!

"Why don't you have him stand in front of the class?" suggested Brenda. 
Bitch! We'd gone out for a couple weeks a few years ago, before I 
realized what a heinous beast she was. Cock tease is too nice a phrase 
to describe her. Festering pile of demon seed is closer to the truth.

"Why don't we? We shall! We shall indeed. Jason, why don't you come up 
to the front of the classroom?" I groaned inwardly. For some reason, 
perhaps her large tits and sweet ass, Brenda had Mr. Munroe wrapped 
around her little finger. I know that's why half the guys in school had 
asked her out, myself included. It's just that I'd learned the error of 
my ways, and tried not to give her the time of day now that I was 
enlightened.

Knowing I had little choice, I stood and walked forward, my cock 
bobbing along in front of me.

"Oh! It's so cute!" Brenda whispered to Tiffany, loudly enough for the 
entire class to hear. I shot little daggers at her with my eyes, but 
she wasn't looking at my face, that's for sure. I'm positive my blush 
had spread from my face to my entire body, but I looked straight ahead, 
not wanting to risk looking anyone in the eye. I tried willing the 
blood out of my cock and into a more useful part of the body, but it 
was to no avail.

"Can I touch it?" I whipped my head around, trying to see who had 
asked. Mindy Glenn had her hand up, and I saw a few others look up from 
their Shakespeare-induced stupor and for once act interested in English 
class. This was not good!

I tried to stop it before this went any further, thinking Mr. Munroe 
would be thankful.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with English," I started, but was cut 
off by a chorus of shouting from the class.

"I think that would be a fine idea," said a distracted-sounding Mr. 
Munroe. I looked back at his desk, and he appeared to be about to fall 
asleep. I wondered if he'd even heard the question.

Getting all the go-ahead she needed, Mindy quickly walked down the 
aisle until she was standing beside me. Reaching out her hand, she 
brushed against the head of my cock, causing it to bounce up and down. 
Laughing softly, she did it again.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her face a mask of excitement. "I've never 
seen one like this before. Not... not as hard... as you are." She 
blushed bright crimson with the admission.

Mindy was a pretty girl, straight blond hair and deep blue eyes. She 
was a brilliant student, and because of that had skipped two grades. I 
knew she didn't have too many friends in our class. That's what happens 
I suppose, since she was younger than the rest of our classmates. We 
weren't close, but I tried to be nice to her.

"You can... you can grab it, if you want," I told her, then gasped when 
she did just that.

"Too tight?" she asked, quickly releasing my shaft. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I managed to get out. "Just try not to dig in with your 
fingernails. I'm pretty sensitive." She nodded seriously, her wide eyes 
staring at my stiff cock. I had been hard for quite a while now, and 
was craving release. She reached out again, more tentatively this time, 
and softly wrapped her fingers around my erection. I sighed at the 
contact.

Assured by my reaction, Mindy started a pumping motion on my shaft, 
bringing me closer to orgasm. She had a steely expression on her face, 
her pink tongue parting her lips in concentration. Suddenly the bell 
rang, and Mindy jumped back, startled by the noise, and released my 
prick from her fist.

"Okay class," said Mr. Munroe, having ignored the little spectacle we 
had been making. "Read sonnets twenty through thirty for class 
tomorrow. Have a good day."

Before I had a chance to say anything, most of the class was rushing 
past me to the door. Mindy gave me a shy wave goodbye before joining 
the river of students rushing through the hall. Making my way back to 
the desk, I nearly ran into Brenda.

Grabbing my cock before I had a chance to say anything, Brenda began 
jacking my cock up and down, and I felt myself again nearing release. 
As my prick swelled, near its bursting point, I began thrusting my hips 
into her fist. To my dismay, Brenda dropped my shaft and spun around.

"Sorry," she said. She was clearly anything but sorry, judging by the 
smirk on her face. "I hate to leave you... in your condition, but I 
have to get to class." Laughing, Brenda practically skipped out of the 
room.

I wanted to shout in frustration, but knowing I didn't want to be late 
for another class, I grabbed my books and headed for the door.

Hopefully Jennifer was having a better time than I was.


CHAPTER FOUR - JENNIFER

If you've never had to play clarinet while marching outside in a cold 
rain, I don't recommend it. When I saw the weather outside, I figured 
I'd be able to put on something other than my shoes! I mean, a raincoat 
is protective, isn't it? It says right in the pamphlet that I'm allowed 
protective covering.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer," said Mr. Bergerud. He's the school's band 
director, in addition to being the choir director. Basically, he is the 
music department. "You're allowed protective covering, but only if you 
feel you may be physically harmed." He looked at me, and I fought to 
keep my hands by my sides. "You're very beautiful, and it's not too bad 
outside. Do you honestly feel in danger?"

Not by the rain I didn't, but the way he kept staring at my butt, I 
thought maybe my ass was in danger. I like Mr. B. a lot. He's a great 
teacher, but some of the things I hear about him? Chains and whips and 
bondage gear, weird kinky stuff like that. It's always seemed a little 
freaky, know what I mean? So just the thought of him wanting to violate 
my back door got me feeling a little queasy. I wondered how he ever got 
a job teaching high school kids.

"I suppose I don't feel like I'm in any danger," I finally said.

"Good girl!" he practically shouted. He slapped my butt as I walked 
past him out the door. I wasn't sure, but it felt seriously 
inappropriate how long he fondled me. I think he even gave me a little 
squeeze. Pervert. But I didn't want to rock the boat or anything, so I 
ran out to the football field and joined the rest of the clarinets.

So yeah, band sucked. It was windy, and wet, and I was miserable. I 
knew I was going to get sick over this, and that would really blow, 
because this week was so important. I'm on the volleyball team, I play 
outside hitter, and I have to admit, we're really good. The Kennedy 
Eagles (that's us) are ranked number three in the state. Only the West 
High Cadettes and Newport Bulldogs are ranked ahead of us, and the 
Bulldogs already lost in the state quarter-finals.

Our next game is against the team that beat them, the Rock Island 
Fighting Cougars, but they're in our conference, and we beat them the 
only time we played them this year. It was a five setter, but we won 
15-8, 12-15, 15-3, 16-18 and then demolished them in the final game by 
a score of 15-1. It was close, but we made some stupid mistakes early 
in the match, but we bounced back. Plus, that was early in the year, 
and we're playing lots better now.

So if I'm sick for that match, I'll be really pissed.

As the period went on, I kind of found myself enjoying being naked 
outside. I'm not an exhibitionist, but I know I have a good body, and 
if the looks I was getting from most of the trumpet section were any 
indication, my boobs and ass were big hits.

One kid, a freshman named Johnny Randolph, almost caused a big pileup 
when he ran into one of the bass drums. Johnny is a scrawny kid, and 
doesn't look like a girl had ever given him a second look, so he was 
totally bug-eyed! He was so intent on getting a good look at me that he 
forgot to turn left on a pinwheel turn, and rammed his trombone through 
the bass drum head. It was pretty funny, but I felt bad for the guy 
when he got yelled at in front of everybody.

It's not his fault I'm so attractive, right? Just kidding. Still, I 
kind of felt responsible.

After band I went up to him. Everybody else was ignoring him like he 
was some kind of leper, so we were alone. It was kind of funny how his 
eyes went really wide when he saw me, and I suppose I must have been 
quite the sight. My hair was all wet and tangled from the rain and 
wind, and my body was still slick. He didn't know where to look.

"Hey Johnny," I said as I brushed against him. I'm kind of a flirt, I 
admit it, but I did say I felt bad for the kid, right? Why not give him 
a thrill.

"Uh... hey... Jenny," he finally squeaked out. I'd talked to him 
before, and I knew that his voice was an octave higher than normal. 
"What's up?"

"Oh nothing much. I have to dry off after being out in the rain like 
this. Naked." It was so cute how he blushed when I pointed out I wasn't 
wearing any clothes, as if it wasn't obvious!

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and I have to use the guy's bathroom." He nodded. "So... if you 
were in the bathroom, you might get a pretty good look at me."

I thought he was going to have a heart attack the way his eyes bulged 
out of their sockets. This was a bit of information that hadn't 
occurred to him before I'd said it, although I wouldn't be surprised if 
Johnny spent the rest of the day hanging outside the bathroom, hoping 
I'd need to go. Like I said, cute kid, although he practically ran me 
over as he shot past me to the bathroom.

"Thanks," I said as I swayed past him. Gentleman that he is, he held 
the door for me. I felt his eyes all over me, and felt my nipples start 
to pucker. I wasn't attracted to him, but the situation was kind of 
exciting. I know The Program is supposed to help me with my sexuality 
and body image, but if I could help someone else with their problems, 
wasn't that a good thing too?

"You need any help?" he asked anxiously, holding out a handful of paper 
towels. Did I? I'd only intended him to get a good look at me, but 
maybe... the thought was somehow thrilling.

Besides, it was a reasonable request, right? I nodded and laughed at 
the expression on his face. He looked so happy, you would have thought 
he'd just won the lottery.

"Dry my back?" I asked, and he quickly complied. He had a gentle touch, 
and I found myself relaxing under his soft hands. Soon enough my back 
was dry and I felt him hesitate. "It's okay if you dry everything," I 
said, stifling a grin. I could practically hear him gulping, and his 
Adam's Apple was bobbing up and down frantically.

Johnny grabbed more paper towels and began patting down my ass cheeks. 
I have pretty good muscle tone all over, but my butt is something I'm 
very proud of. If you watch much volleyball, you'll know what I mean 
when I tell you that I have a volleyball player's ass.

We'd been inside for a good fifteen minutes now, and I was pretty dry 
from standing around, but Johnny and I continued the charade of him 
"drying" me for a few more minutes.

To my surprise I found myself getting kind of worked up. A few times 
his fingers dipped between my ass cheeks and bumped against the bottom 
of my pussy. I'm sure it was an accident the first time it happened, 
but the next couple of times were too deliberate for that. No one has 
ever accused me of being shy, so I spread my legs a bit, presenting 
myself to his view more fully.

"Can I... can I do... can I dry your front?" Johnny stammered, clearly 
wanting a shot at my boobs. I wasn't sure how to let him down easy, 
when the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. We both looked at 
each other and I shrugged, causing my boobs to jiggle right in his 
face. I tried not to laugh at him, he looked mesmerized by them.

"Sorry Johnny." His face fell. "Hey, you never know, maybe it'll rain 
tomorrow." I happened to glance down and saw the front of his slacks 
tented out. I ran my fingers lightly over his bulge, and Johnny gasped 
as I tweaked the tip of what felt like a fairly respectable prick.

"You know, You may want to take care of this..." I said pointedly, 
giving his dick a quick squeeze. He squirmed, pushing himself against 
my hand, then froze as he realized what he was doing. I laughed, 
enjoying his sudden blush. "You have a few minutes... if you need to be 
alone." I looked in the direction of one of the bathroom stalls.

"Nah, I'm... I'm okay." By this time, Johnny's face was so flushed I 
thought he was going to explode. I was surprised there was enough blood 
left in his body to fill his cock, his face was so red.

"Okay, well... see ya tomorrow," I called over my shoulder as I exited 
the bathroom. If I swayed my hips a bit more than was necessary, is 
that so wrong? I realized I was again running a little late, and 
grabbed my books out of the band room and headed to class.

Jason and I shared a class this period, Mrs. McDonald's health class. 
I'd heard some stories about what other students had to do in health 
class and my heart sped up. Maybe I'd get to touch his cock, I thought 
and felt my nipples crinkle with anticipation.


CHAPTER FIVE - JASON

I wanted desperately to cover myself as I practically ran through the 
hallways. I couldn't though, and had to stop a couple times as people 
wanted to look at me.

One of the facets of The Program is that all participants have to allow 
for what are known as reasonable requests. Jennifer and I have to allow 
people to look at us or make us pose for them, and some kinds of 
touching, although that's kind of a gray area. I mean, if someone's 
"reasonable request" was for me to fuck them, I probably wouldn't.

One freshman girl I didn't know wanted to feel my cock, and to my 
chagrin, my dick popped to full hardness as she shyly stroked my shaft. 
I had to point out what felt good and slow her down when she got going 
too fast, or gripped me too hard, but she caught on quickly.

I don't know if she'd ever seen a dick this close before, but if she 
kept stroking me she was going to get more than an eyeful.

Realizing I was close, I grabbed her hand. "I'm going to cum all over 
your hand if you're not careful," I gasped as her grip tightened 
momentarily, then groaned inwardly as she dropped her hand away, 
leaving my dick aching to cum. Blushing, the girl spun around and 
headed down the hall. Knowing I was running late, I hurried down the 
hall, going through the doorway just as the second bell rang.

"Glad you could make it," said Mrs. McDonald. "Please join Jennifer at 
the board." I noticed Jennifer standing in front of the class, and was 
struck once again by how damn attractive she was. She plays volleyball 
in the fall, and girls' basketball during the winter, so is always in 
shape. I know she's my step-sister, but damn is she hot! I'd never 
admit it though, it just doesn't seem right.

Me, I'm more of a homebody. I'm involved in school activities, but 
choir and debate don't really call for a muscular physique.

I dropped my books on a chair and stood next to Jennifer. She grinned 
at me, then pointed at my cock, which was still red from being fondled. 
"A little excited, are we?" she asked playfully, reaching out to tweak 
my prick.

"Stop it," I whispered. "I've been like this since school started. If 
you want a mess on your hands, keep it up." She just winked at me! But 
she did let go, much to my relief.

"Today we are going to discuss different physical diseases, and other 
maladies which manifest themselves in the human body, and ways you can 
look for them," began Mrs. McDonald. "We will begin with some of the 
more common problems, such as breast cancer and hernias. Mr. Fields?" I 
looked up.

"Yes?"

"The first test I will have you demonstrate is how do perform a breast exam."

Oh God.


CHAPTER SIX - JENNIFER

He's going to touch my boobs! He's going to touch my boobs! When I 
heard we were going to demonstrate, I figured I was going to have to 
poke and prod my own tits, but this is so much better. Jason looked a 
little shy about this though. We can't have that!

Sticking my chest out, I reached for his hand and pressed it firmly 
against my breast. Jason is so cute when he's embarrassed. I think he's 
kind of shy about this whole thing. I probably would be too, if I 
didn't have such a crush on him. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it 
in my mind. We're not blood-related, and were not even legally 
siblings, but I can understand why he'd be nervous.

"Don't be shy," I whispered to him, as his hand gently moved over my 
nipple. I suppressed a moan, as I felt the warmth shoot through my 
body. "I don't bite." I grinned. "At least, not unless you ask me 
nicely." I thought Jason was ready to faint at that, but he managed to 
stay relatively calm about the whole thing.

Soon enough, it was my turn, and I got my first close look at Jason's 
naughty bits as Mrs. McDonald walked me through checking for any 
tell-tale lumps as we looked for hernias. Surprising Jason, I grabbed 
his cock, and began stroking him up and down.

"What about this?" I asked, teasing him while the class hooted in 
laughter. "What should I do with this swelling?" Mrs. McDonald looked a 
bit flustered at this, especially when other students joined in.

"Doesn't look all that serious to me!" someone shouted, causing more laughter.

"Yeah, just squeeze it until it pops like a zit." This from my friend 
Alissa Meyers. She had been in the program a month before and loved it. 
She still got naked occasionally, but today was just enjoying the view.

"Shut up," I shot back, increasing the pace of my stroking. I heard 
Jason moan, and then his dick started twitching in my hand.

Suddenly his whole body tensed, and half a dozen ropes of cum shot out 
the end of his dick, coating my hand and arm. I heard him gasping for 
breath, as his orgasm ended.

"Well," Alissa shouted. "It was swell, but now the swelling's gone!" We 
all laughed.

Mrs. McDonald looked stunned, but said nothing as the period ended.

With one last look at Jason, I brought my hand, still sticky with his 
sperm, up to my mouth, and licked his cum off my fingers.

"Yummy," I said, teasing him.

I think I went too far though. Jason's face turned a pasty white, and 
he got a nervous expression on his face. Before I could apologize, he 
bolted out of the room.


CHAPTER SEVEN - JASON

Talk about red-faced! I couldn't believe Jennifer had jacked me off in 
front of the whole class. I mean, I couldn't believe she jacked me off 
at all, much less in front of everyone. I liked it, don't get me wrong. 
Any time a gorgeous woman grabs my dick, I'd be stupid to make her 
stop, right? Not that it happens to me all that often. Or ever.

I was still a bit erect when I walked into biology, which got me a 
little laugh from Mr. Sanders.

"Coming prepared are we?" he asked. I was confused at first, until I 
remembered that we were discussing sexual response in class this week.

Great.

It turned out to be not so bad, actually. Jennifer wasn't in my class, 
thank God, I don't know if I could have faced her. Allison Parker, a 
really smart junior was taking biology a year early, and it was her 
week to be in The Program, so at least I had someone else to 
commiserate with.

I could tell she was a bit frightened about the whole thing. Allison is 
generally a really shy girl, so this had to be fairly traumatic for 
her. I know her a bit from choir, even though I don't think I've ever 
heard her say two sentences in a row, at least not when she's talking 
about something other than schoolwork. And now she was in front of the 
entire class, naked as the day she was born.

We were standing close together, and I realized that my cock was 
pushing against her. Allison felt it too, and looked down at it.

"Is that for me?" she asked, a glint in her eye. I tried to hem and haw 
my way out of it, but finally nodded. She was an attractive girl! More 
accurately, she was an attractive naked girl, and she was no more than 
a foot away... of course I had a hard on!

"Um... sorry... yeah," I sputtered. She giggled.

"Thanks. Nice compliment."

The class was less embarrassing than it could have been. Even though 
Mr. Sanders seemed to take great pleasure in showing my cock to the 
class, Allison made it fun. When it was her time, I have to admit I was 
a little nervous.

I'd had a girlfriend my freshman year, Brenda the heinous beast, but I 
was shy and she seemed to enjoy tormenting me, so we never really did 
anything and soon enough I broke it off. I was pretty proud of myself 
that I was handling myself so well. Here I was, fondling a girl's tits 
in front of the entire class, and I hadn't shot my load yet. Pretty 
suave, I thought.

Until we started talking about orgasms.

Mr. Sanders had each of us tell the class what exactly got us excited, 
and how we masturbated. I couldn't believe it. There's no way my 
parents had to talk about this kind of stuff when they were in school. 
Naked or not, there were some things I thought should be private, but 
apparently the school district disagreed.

Oh well.

Allison went first, and I have to admit, she was dealing with this very 
well. I can't tell you how hot it was to watch her give herself an 
orgasm. She leaned back in the chair and started stroking her thighs 
with one hand, while pinching and pulling on her nipples with the other.

"Usually I start by rubbing all over my pussy," she started. "My inner 
thighs are really sensitive, and that usually gets me going. I try to 
stay away from my clit for a while, because it's too much if I touch it 
right away, but after I get really hot, it's the best part."

Allison kept twisting on her nipples, occasionally wetting her fingers 
with her tongue, before tweaking the pink tips of her breasts. She was 
obviously aroused, as her breathing had gotten deeper and there was a 
flush across her chest. It looked like her skin was covered with a thin 
sheen of sweat.

"My nipples are really sensitive too," she went on, touching herself 
there too, gasping at the contact with her most intimate places. "When 
I get super excited, they swell up and stick straight out, like now." 
It was true. She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen. They were much 
bigger than when I'd first seen her. In fact, her pussy lips were 
swollen also, and appeared darker than before. I asked Mr. Sanders 
about it.

"It's true," he answered. "One of many signs of human sexual arousal is 
a deepening of skin tones. When your penis is erect, it too darkens 
with the flood of blood into a small area." Small? Hearing this, the 
class laughed. I tried to look offended, but smiled too.

"I... I mean..." he sputtered, clearly embarrassed. "Into an area 
generally not engorged with blood. Unlike now." My dick was clearly 
engorged at the moment, and appeared to enjoy the attention, as it 
bobbed up and down in all the excitement. We turned our attention back 
to Allison, who by now had two fingers buried in her twat.

"Omigod," she moaned, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy. "I'm 
gonna go, here I go... her it comes!" Squeezing her eyes closed, 
Allison arched her back, slamming her hand against her clit again and 
again. Suddenly her body tensed and Allison screamed as her orgasm 
overtook her. She continued to push her fingers into her cunt, more 
slowly than before, but keeping the motion going as she came down from 
her orgasm. She relaxed back in her chair, still shuddering as a tremor 
moved through her body.

"God, that was so good," she moaned, wiping her face with her hand. 
Realizing we were all staring at her, she quickly slammed her legs 
together, her cheeks red with embarrassment. I leaned over and wiped 
the sweat off her forehead.

"That was great," I whispered, and gave her a tiny kiss on the cheek. 
Standing and facing the class, I grabbed my cock, knowing it was now my 
turn to perform.

"Um... there's nothing really to it," I started. "Just grab ahold, not 
too tight, and stroke up and down. Repeat. Kind of like shampooing!" 
The class laughed along with me.

I was so worked up from watching Allison's exhibition that it didn't 
take too long before I shot another load. This one, my second of the 
day, wasn't nearly as much as when Jennifer jacked me off, but Allison 
seemed impressed. Mr. Sanders handed us each a damp towel, and we 
commenced cleaning ourselves as best we could.

After that, the class was a little distracted, and Mr. Sanders finally 
gave in and postponed the rest of his lecture until tomorrow. I had a 
few minutes to get organized, but quickly enough the bell rang, and it 
was off to gym.


CHAPTER EIGHT - JENNIFER

I have a study hall third period, which is boring as anything. I fought 
my mom about it, but it was useless. She just wouldn't listen to me 
about it. I've never had a study hall my entire life, and now suddenly 
I need one senior year? She seemed to think so, but it's not as if I 
can actually get any studying done in study hall. Too noisy. Not 
comfortable enough.

Usually I get a pass and hang out in the band room, or sometimes I help 
Coach White, the volleyball coach, but today I hung out in the 
cafeteria, with the rest of the study hall kids.

Boring.

Fourth period I have Gym, which is generally a good time. I'm no 
Olympian or anything, but I'm a good athlete. I'm tall, can run pretty 
well, and have good coordination, so usually I enjoy P.E., but wasn't 
sure how it would be naked. Oh well... I would soon find out.

As it turned out, it was pretty dull. We were supposed to play flag 
football, but because of the rain, we did it inside. I tried to point 
out that I'd had marching band already today, and that was outside, but 
no dice. It was actually pretty funny though. Two kids from the other 
team got into an argument with Mr. Lyle. He's the gym teacher, in 
addition to teaching physics and acting as the golf coach.

The kids thought I shouldn't play, because it would involve putting on 
the belt with the floppy little flags, as if they'd cover me up. Maybe 
if I wore the belt as a necklace and let the flags hang down my chest, 
they'd cover up my boobs, but not once I started running. Mr. Lyle saw 
it my way, and I got to play.

Jason is in my class, and the teacher split us up, so he was on the 
other team. I guess it wasn't considered fair for one team to have two 
naked players or something. Whatever. It was pretty fun, even if all I 
did was rush the quarterback every play.

I got all hot and sweaty running around, and I think near the end of 
the class I started distracting some of the guys on the other team, 
because I actually intercepted a pass and ran it back for a touchdown! 
Yea me!

Finally the class was over and we started heading for the showers, when 
I heard my name being called.

"Miss Rose!" It was Mr. Lyle. What did he want?

"Yeah?" I turned, and caught him staring at my ass. What a bunch of 
perverts we have teaching here! I couldn't blame them, though. Like I 
said, I think I have a nice butt.

He blushed a little. "Um... you have to shower with the guys."

I do? Oh crap, that's right I do! The Program. It hadn't even occurred 
to me, since it wasn't like I had to change into my gym shorts today. I 
would have to shower though, and apparently I'd have to shower with the 
guys.

"Yeah, okay, sorry I forgot," I said, and took off for the boys' locker room.

I was hoping to beat most of the guys into the shower, but my little 
talk had slowed me down, and by the time I got there, all the nozzles 
near the front of the shower room were taken. So I had to walk past all 
the naked guys. I tried to put up a brave front about this, but 
honestly, most of them disgust me.

I've said before that I'm a good athlete, but most of the guys at 
Kennedy take it way too seriously. I don't think they're all on 
steroids, but it wouldn't surprise me if a few took some performance 
enhancing substances. Especially once I got a look at some of the small 
dicks on these guys! It made Jason look like a freakin' horse! I almost 
laughed, but didn't.

Unfortunately the only nozzle open was beside the biggest (puny) dick 
of them all, Justin Miller. I know he's the school's big football stud 
and everything, but talk about an asshole. I don't know why he and 
Brenda Reed never hooked up. They're perfect for each other.

"Hey hot stuff!" he yelled as I turned on my shower. "Let's see some T&A!"

I groaned, knowing this was coming. Trying to get by with as much 
dignity as I could, I spun around quickly, showing him everything I 
had, but apparently it wasn't good enough.

"Slower, bitch." He grabbed my arm, stopping me in place. "That's 
better. Was that so hard?" He laughed, grabbing his crotch. "I know I'm 
sure hard!" Two of his football buddies laughed, and gave each other 
high fives.

I spun around again, slower than before. Almost good enough, but not quite.

"Now, show me some pink, you cunt." Blushing, I reached down and spread 
my labia apart, showing him the inner pink skin of my pussy.

Suddenly, surprising me with his roughness, Justin shoved a finger up 
my pussy, and started ramming in and out of me. I cried out in pain, 
and saw some of the other guys in the shower, unaware of what was going 
on, look up in surprise. I was happy to see a few looks of disgust, but 
no one did anything to stop it.

Finally, the pain and humiliation got to be too much, and I pushed his 
hand off me and started walking away. I didn't see it coming, but felt 
as he gave me a shove, pushing me against the wall.

"Fucking bitch! You have to do what I tell you, goddamit! Now you're 
going to stand there and take what I have to give you, got it?" His 
breath was hot against the back of my neck, and I felt him grab his 
prick as he started pushing against me, trying to find my opening.

The room was quiet, the only sounds my small cries, until suddenly I 
heard another voice.

"What the fuck!" I turned my head to see Mr. Lyle, still fully clothed, 
pushing his way through the mob of guys. He grabbed Justin by the hair, 
pulling away from me, and I slumped to the floor of the shower. I could 
hear shouting from the changing room, and a door slammed, and once 
again it was quiet.

The rest of the boys quietly rinsed off, thankfully leaving me alone. 
Dragging myself to my feet, I turned off my shower and walked to the 
pile of towels. I quickly dried off and left as soon as the bell rang. 
No one looked at me or said anything.


CHAPTER NINE - JASON

I was already sitting at lunch when I saw Jennifer walk past me, 
looking like she'd been hit by a truck.

"Jennifer!" I called, and she spun around, a frightened look in her 
eyes. "Jennifer," I said a bit more softly. "Come sit by me. Are you 
okay?"

She nodded half-heartedly, but didn't appear to want to talk about 
anything in particular.

Kyle Becker and Jody Schwartz both sat down, grinning at us like 
idiots. They'd been in the program separately this year, but had been 
going steady since junior high. They'd had a really good time.

"Jason!" Kyle yelled. "How's it hanging?" He grinned, aiming his gaze 
lower than necessary.

"I bet it's not hanging at all," deadpanned Jody. "I bet he's ready to 
burst!" She glanced under the table, embarrassing me further, and 
laughed. "Okay, maybe he is hanging!" I was still soft from two 
orgasms, and was as calm and mellow as I'd been all day.

"How's it been going for you?" Jason asked, more seriously this time. 
"I know my first day was the toughest. Anybody looked at me, I'd spring 
a hard on, just like that," he said, snapping his fingers together.

"It's been okay," I told them, and related my first half day of being 
naked in front of everyone. "It's pretty weird," I admitted. "You know 
how in speech class you're supposed to pretend that your audience is 
naked?" They nodded. "Well, it's like that dream, only backwards. I 
think the audience is all imagining me naked!"

"Jennifer, you seem kind of quiet. How was your morning?" Jody looked 
concerned, but for some reason Kyle was furious.

"I swear I'm gonna kill him, that son of a bitch," he growled quietly. 
He looked pissed as hell.

"What's going on?" I asked. Jennifer reached a hand out and put it on 
Kyle's arm.

"Please don't," she whispered. Kyle just shook his head.

"I had a short meeting after gym class, or nothing like that would have 
happened." I was beginning to get concerned. Everybody seemed to know 
something, everyone but me. "If I would have been there I would have 
kicked his ass, the fucking asshole. I'm sorry Jennifer, but that 
wasn't right. Thank goodness Mr. Lyle was there!" She nodded sadly.

"Guys," I butted in. "What happened?"

Kyle looked at Jennifer, but she just sat there.

"Justin Miller practically raped Jennifer in the showers after gym."

"What?" I saw a look of shock on Jody's face. At least she hadn't had a 
clue either. She put a protective arm around Jennifer, who buried her 
head in her friend's arms, sobbing quietly.

"I'm sorry," Kyle continued, talking directly to me. "Like I said, I 
wasn't there, and I guess Justin had a bunch of friends with him, so 
everyone else was too scared to stop him."

"What did he do?" I whispered, not really wanting to know.

"Nothing, man. From what I heard he felt her up for a minute, right?" 
Jennifer nodded. "Then he tried to fuck her." I saw Jennifer shudder at 
the memory.

"That fucking prick!" I shouted, looking around the room. "Where is he?"

"Relax. Mr. Lyle heard a commotion and saw what was going on. From what 
I heard, he dragged him back to his office and gave him a bit of a 
thrashing. Then he called the cops."

I felt myself shaking a bit at the news. This wasn't supposed to happen 
in The Program. We were supposed to enjoy the experience and our 
sexuality was supposed to blossom, or something, but certainly not have 
it... have it thrust on us like that. I felt sick.

I think Kyle and Jody could sense my need to be alone with Jennifer, 
and grabbing their trays, they told us they'd see us later, and quietly 
left. I slid over beside Jennifer and put my arm around her. I could 
still feel small tremors shaking through her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked. Jennifer nodded. She looked a little 
tired, but otherwise okay. "You need to eat more of your food," I told 
her, pointing at her plate. "Get your strength back up."

Slowly, the conversation turned to more pleasant topics, but I was 
still on a slow burn when lunch ended.


CHAPTER TEN - JENNIFER

Thank goodness for friends, and Jason. After my experience in the 
shower, I thought I was going to walk around in a funk for the rest of 
the day, but Jody and Jason really calmed me down. Kyle kind of scared 
me, he seemed so violent, but it was kind of nice, knowing he was there 
to look after me if I needed him.

Jason walked with me to choir, and it was really fun. I think quite a 
few people had heard about what happened in the gym shower, and only 
one guy asked me if he could touch me. He wanted to feel my boobs, so I 
let him. It was nice, but I was still a little sore after what I'd been 
through, and the kid wasn't able to get me off. He seemed happy though. 
And it was pretty hot having Jason stand there watching me get groped! 
He seemed to enjoy it too, if the erection he was sporting was any clue!

Choir was a blast. We're getting ready for our fall concert this week, 
and I could tell Jason was pretty nervous about it. He doesn't talk 
about it much, but he's an awesome singer. The biggest choir geek in 
the school, I always kid him. He takes it well, though, since... 
well... since he is the biggest choir geek in the school!

Anyway, he's the student conductor, which is a really big honor, and at 
this concert he was going to get to conduct two of the songs, which is 
pretty cool. He's kind of shy about it though.

"I don't know, Jennifer," he'd told at lunch. "Everybody's going to be 
staring at my butt when I conduct." Since the choir was considered a 
school function, we had to be naked for it, even though it was after 
normal school hours.

"I won't," I told him, grinning.

"Thanks." He seemed relieved. I had to zing him.

"I'll be looking at your dick!"

He blushed, and glanced down at his hard on.

"I guess it is kind of hard to miss, isn't it?"

"Yeah... it sure is hard. To miss, I mean," I laughed, waggling my eyebrows.

Have I mentioned how cute Jason is when he blushes? He is.

"Cut it out," he protested, fighting the urge to cover himself with his 
book bag.

"I'm sorry," I pouted, sticking out my lower lip. "I'm just teasing 
you. Is it tough, being hard like that all the time?" He shrugged.

"I don't know... I think the whole blue ball thing is a load of crap. 
It's kind of embarrassing, since it doesn't seem to matter who I look 
at. One glance from a girl and... up I go... instant boner."

I surprised him by grabbing his dick. It felt so good in my hand, hard 
and soft at the same time. "If you need relief, you can always ask me," 
I told him seriously. He blushed harder.

One of the facets of The Program was the "relief" issue. Since people 
are bound to be horny after being naked all day, any of the 
participants can, in the first five minutes of class, request relief, 
but it has to be in front of anyone. Usually the person will just 
masturbate really quickly, but sometimes someone in the class will 
volunteer to "help" out the participant, which is always kind of fun.

Usually a teacher will ask a student if they need relief, and choir was 
no exception.

"Well well well," started Mr. Bergerud. "My two favorite nudists. Care 
for a few minutes alone in front of the class?" He gestured to the 
folding chair set up in front of the choir. I shook my head and sat 
down. I was in no mood for anyone to touch me after gym, and wasn't 
sure I could get myself off in five minutes. I wasn't feeling very sexy 
at the moment.

Still, it was a surprise when Jason requested relief. I almost raised 
my hand to offer my assistance, but wasn't sure how he would react. 
He's a bit more straight-laced than I am, and didn't want to freak him 
out, by having his "sister" jack him off. Or give him a blowjob, I 
thought, and felt my pussy get a little squishy again.

Hmm... maybe I do need relief, the thought was turning me on! Would he 
help me out? I got a little wetter at the thought of him touching my 
pussy, or better yet licking my slit, but fought the urge to ask. There 
was bound to be a better time than this.

Jason didn't want any helpers anyway, and I have to admit it was fun 
watching him jack himself off. I've never really watched anyone do it 
before, and it was kind of neat. One thing I noticed though, that I 
didn't really understand. Guys always seem so protective about their 
dicks, claiming it's "so sensitive" and everything, but the way he was 
pounding away at himself, I was sure he would have bruises. Ah well... 
it's a mystery I guess.


CHAPTER ELEVEN - JASON

Okay, that was a little weird for me. I've been horny all day, and had 
to ask for relief, so I expect everyone to be ogling me, right? It just 
that every time I looked at Jennifer, her eyes were riveted to my cock. 
What's with that?

It was a little creepy, but kind of hot, too. I mean, how many dirty 
stories are all about how the brother and sister hook up and fuck each 
other silly? The idea was appealing to me in the abstract... talk about 
having a ready and willing partner, and a convenient one too... but I 
didn't think about Jennifer like that. At least I hadn't thought of her 
that way before now.

She's more a sister than a step-sister. Or she was until I saw her 
licking her lips. Did she want me? I got a little weak in the knees at 
the thought, and that's when I shot my load all over my hand. I got the 
customary round of applause from the choir, and quickly wiped off and 
sat down.

"Dude, this is so unfair." Tim Hartman turned to me, a jealous look on 
his face.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What's unfair?" He looked at me as if I 
had an extra head.

"The whole Program and asking for relief. Why do you get to ask for 
relief? Everybody else is looking at you naked! Shouldn't we get 
relief?" I laughed, he did have a point.

"Yeah," I said after thinking about it. "But you don't have girls 
asking to grab your cock all day long. I've been hard almost all day. I 
think I've earned it!"

After we warmed up Mr. Bergerud announced that today's rehearsal would 
be all the songs I was conducting, so I had to stand in front of the 
entire class the whole period, while he sat off to the side of the 
room, watching and taking notes.

It was okay, and I realized that I wasn't quite as nervous about being 
naked as I had been earlier in the day, but it was still strange having 
my naked step-sister watching me. I got a little flustered during one 
piece, when I realized that she was again staring at me.

I didn't look at the alto section all that often after that!


CHAPTER TWELVE - JENNIFER

After choir I went to math class, and had to spend the entire period up 
at the chalk board, because Mr. Ryan said he wanted my help. I think he 
just wanted to look at my ass, just like all the other male teachers in 
this school, so I gave him a little show.

"Mr. Ryan?" I asked him as I walked up to the board, quietly enough 
that the rest of the class couldn't hear me. "I don't need relief or 
anything, but I'm getting a little worked up like this, so if I kind of 
take care of myself up here, is that okay, as long as I'm not too 
obvious about it?" I gave him my best flirty smile, and about burst out 
laughing as he tried not to let his jaw drop.

"I... I think that would be okay," he finally answered.

"Good," I said, walking to the board, swinging my hips a little more 
than necessary.

If I dropped the chalk a few times, giving the class a good look at my 
pussy, can you blame me? I felt safe in front of everyone like this, 
not at all like being cornered in the shower, and I enjoyed showing 
off. I noticed Mr. Ryan didn't stand up the entire class period, and 
giggled as he quickly covered his lap as I walked over to him at the 
end of class.

"Nice," I said, looking at his crotch.

"What?" he croaked.

"Nice lesson," I said, smirking to myself as I walked out of the class.

I ran into Jason on the way to art, our last class of the day. He 
didn't look all that happy.

"Hey Jason, what's up?" He looked pissed at first, but his face quickly 
cleared, and he smiled.

"Hey Jennifer. Sorry. That Brenda kept teasing me all through study 
hall. She kept squeezing her tits and touching herself under her skirt 
all period. She came over one time and asked me for help with her 
biology project, and kept bumping against me, like she was in heat or 
something."

I laughed, Brenda was such a cock-tease, but I did feel sorry for Jason.

"Do you need relief?" I asked hopefully, but he quickly shot me down.

"No!" he practically yelled, and walked ahead of me into art. I laughed 
and followed him in.

Looking at the room, I saw two chairs set up in front, and assumed we 
would be posing, so sat in one of them, before noticing a man and woman 
I'd never seen before standing to one side of the room, wearing 
bathrobes. Oops! I quickly found a seat by Jason and along with the 
rest of the class, waited for the period to begin.

"Class," said Miss Danforth, "today we are going to begin drawing life 
figures, so I have asked two models to come and sit for us." She 
motioned to the two strangers, who casually dropped their robes, and 
took up their positions in front of the class.

"So is this what we're training for?" I asked Jason, but go no 
response. I had to say it again, before finally getting a smile in 
return. He wasn't paying attention to much and then I saw why.

The models were gorgeous! The man looked like a runway model, all tan 
and buff, and there wasn't a hair anywhere on his body, except for his 
head and around his dick. And what a dick it was! He wasn't hard at 
all, which was surprising since he had a super hot woman on his knee, 
but even so, his dick was really big. Bigger than most guys I'd seen, 
anyway.

And the woman was something else. She had long blond hair and she was 
beautiful, but what I noticed was she had shaved herself bare. Her 
pussy was completely smooth, and I found myself wanting to touch it.

I glanced back at Jason and saw that his dick was hard. I resisted the 
urge to reach over and grab it, instead I shifted around in my seat, so 
I was sitting on my right foot. I'd discovered this relatively 
innocent-looking way of getting myself off without looking like I was 
masturbating when I was younger, and planned on taking full advantage 
of it right now.

Sometimes it's good to be a girl. I was just starting to warm up when 
Jason leaned over, and whispered in my ear.

"How does he do it?" he asked, clearly meaning the model. "That girl is 
hot, and yet his cock's still soft!"

"Yeah, but it's still..." I trailed off, not wanting to embarrass him. 
He had a nice dick, and I still wanted to wrap my hands around it 
again, but I didn't want to make him feel inferior.

"Yeah, he sure is," he sighed glumly.

"Don't feel bad," I said, deciding to go for it, and reached my hand 
over to his lap, surprising him as I wrapped my fingers around his 
erect shaft. "I like your dick better."

His eyes were wide. "Really? Why?"

"Because I can get yours whenever I want." Suddenly I noticed Miss 
Danforth looking at us from across the room, and took my hand away.

Jason looked grateful I was no longer fondling him, and we went back to 
sketching the models.

I wanted to have a talk with Jason, to tell him what I was feeling, but 
as soon as the period ended, he gathered up his pencils and drawing pad 
and was out the door. I looked for him, but knew I had to hurry to 
volleyball practice, and figured we'd have time to talk after dinner.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN - JASON

I was totally freaked out as I walked home from school. It had been a 
very strange day for me, to say the least. I felt a little funny to be 
wearing clothes, but it was a little brisk out, so I was glad for the 
protection.

What was strange about the day was Jennifer. I couldn't understand her! 
We've been like brother and sister for most of our lives, and she'd 
never given any indication that she wanted me like she appeared to want 
me now. It was all so sudden, and I didn't know what to think.

My body certainly didn't seem to care, my dick standing at attention 
just as quickly for her as it would have for any other beautiful naked 
woman, but I still was a bit thrown by her attitude. I'd have to talk 
with my dad about this, if he wasn't too upset about the whole Program, 
that is.

I got home and threw my stuff in my room, but no one was home but my 
sister Samantha. She's not really my sister, just like Jennifer isn't 
really my sister, but I've always treated her like one. She'll be in 
high school next year, and is looking forward to the chance to act like 
a grown up, so of course I have to tease her about it.

"Hey squirt," I joked, "What's happening?"

She stuck her tongue at me. "Nothing. Don't call me squirt. Where's Jennifer?"

"Still at volleyball practice." I grabbed a can of soda and an apple 
and started walking to my room. Wanting to mess with her mind I called 
over my shoulder, as I closed my door. "Did I mention she's practicing 
naked?"

Even with the door closed I could still hear Samantha's high-pitched 
squeak, and soon there was a pounding on my door.

"Jason," she called out. "Let me in, right now!"

Smiling, I opened the door a crack, peeking out with one eye.

"Yes? How may I help you?"

Making a face, Samantha tried pushing her way past me. I resisted for a 
moment before letting her into my room.

"What do you mean she's naked?" she asked. Reaching into my book bag, I 
pulled out the pamphlet Miss Pomeroy had given me this morning 
describing The Program and handed it to her. She took one look at it 
and threw it on the bed.

"I don't want to look at your smut! What did you mean about Jennifer?" 
I laughed and pointed at the pamphlet.

"Look again." Giving me a dirty look, Samantha picked up the brochure, 
grimacing at the cover, which pictured a naked man and woman pictured 
on the cover, and began leafing through it, her face blanching with 
each page she turned.

"Jennifer is doing this? She's... naked in school? All day?" I nodded.

"I am too."

"What!"

"Yep. It came as a surprise to me too, let me tell you. We got called 
into the office this morning, and we've been naked all day." Samantha 
moaned, throwing the pamphlet down on the bed.

"This sucks!" she yelled. "How can you do that! She's your... she's 
your sister, and you were staring at her naked?"

"She's not really my sister," I started to say, then realized I'd been 
thinking the same thing not an hour before. I shrugged helplessly, not 
knowing what to say to make it better. "It's not like you have to look 
at us or anything," I tried, but it was no use.

"You're ruining everything!" she shouted, running out of the room. I 
heard rapid footsteps as she hurried down the hallway, the slam as she 
shut her bedroom door rattling the windows in my room. I sighed, 
knowing all chances of keeping this from our parents had just gone from 
slim to absolutely none.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN - JENNIFER

How bad did tonight suck? I was already in a little bit of a pissy mood 
after volleyball practice. I got into a huge argument with Coach White 
about wearing a sports bra. I thought it should have been considered 
protective equipment, but he disagreed. So there I am, for ninety 
minutes, running and jumping with my boobs flopping all over the place. 
Girls with itty bitty titties wouldn't understand, but we girls with 
the big boobs need that extra support!

So I'm already not in a good mood when I get home, and then during 
dinner, Samantha pipes up.

"Mom, what's the deal with everybody running around naked at the high 
school?" I saw Jason give her a look, but didn't catch on to what was 
happening until it was too late. My mother sighed, and gave her a look.

"Samantha, that's inappropriate for the dinner table."

"But Mom!"

"Samantha, I said 'no.' It's not something you should think about. No 
one in this family will be involved in something as... as pornographic 
as that."

My eyes must have about popped out of their sockets. If she hadn't 
approved us, how were we in it? I tried to act normal, but Mom must 
have seen something.

"Yes, dear?" she asked, a slight look of concern on her face. I shook 
my head, trying to appear interested in the piece of garlic bread in my 
hand.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"But Mom..."

"Samantha, I said drop it." My mom's voice was icy, and I knew this was 
going to end badly. I hadn't really thought about what would happen at 
home. I'd been under the assumption that our parents had for some 
reason approved us being involved in The Program. I thought maybe 
Jason's dad had convinced my mom it would be good for us, but that was 
obviously not the case.

"Mom..." Samantha was beginning to whine, and Mom shot her a look.

"Samantha."

"But Jason said he and Jennifer are in it right now!" Samantha finally 
was able to get out a complete sentence, and sat back in her chair, 
satisfied now that she'd had her say.

"Impossible," Mom said brusquely. She looked at us for confirmation. 
Jason and I gave each other a horrified look, unsure of what to say.

"Actually," Jason started, but faltered under her withering glare.

"It's all true we got called into the office this morning and we're 
both in The Program and if you didn't want us in it then you should 
have put us on the do not participate list." I said it all at once, and 
breathed heavily as I finished, slightly out of breath.

There was a stunned silence around the table as what I had said sunk 
in. Jason's dad looked a bit surprised, but there was fire in Mom's 
eyes.

"You what?" Her head had whipped around and she was staring directly at 
me. I was suddenly very interested in my half-eaten plate of food, but 
my mom wasn't going to take being ignored. "Jennifer Marie Rose, do you 
mean to tell me that you and your brother have been waltzing around 
school nak... naked! That's enough of this nonsense. I'm calling the 
principal this instant, and you two will wear your clothes like decent 
people. End of discussion."

As my mother rose, I noticed Jason and his dad involved in a whispered 
discussion. Jason kept waving his arms in my mom's direction, and even 
though I couldn't hear what was being said, it was obvious Jason was 
making his point.

"Dear?" Jason's dad said quietly, clearing his throat to get Mom's 
attention. "Can this maybe wait until tomorrow morning?"

Mom looked at him as if he had snakes growing out his ears. If she 
wasn't so serious, it would have been funny. "What do you mean? she 
asked, spitting out each word through clenched teeth.

"Well, it seems to me that nothing much can get accomplished tonight 
that can't get done just as easily in the morning. After we've all had 
a chance to sleep on it."

I almost laughed when I happened to glance at Jason. His head looked 
like it was on a pivot. He was looking back and forth between our 
parents so quickly, I was surprised his neck didn't start squeaking 
from a lack of oil. I have to admit my own heart was beating rather 
rapidly in my chest. As much as I had been shocked this morning, and as 
dirty as I'd felt after my shower experience, I was kind of looking 
forward to doing it again tomorrow.

My mother sighed in exasperation, and threw her hands up in a "why me?" 
gesture.

"I suppose it can wait, but don't you two," she said, looking between 
Jason and I, "don't you think for an instant that I'm going to let this 
drop. I don't know how you ended up in this horrible excuse for 
education, but I have half a mind to pull you out of that school and 
let you finish the year in private school."

"What?" I couldn't believe she would do that, and was about to give her 
a real piece of my mind, when she raised her hand, stopping my outburst 
before I had a chance to really get going.

"I'm not going to do that," she said. "I'm sure something can be worked 
out with your principal, so don't worry about it tonight. I'll get 
things straightened out in the morning." Saying this, she got up and 
began clearing the table.

I know I wasn't very much fun that night. I had a lot of homework to 
do, and pretty much holed myself up in my room, ignoring the rest of 
the family. My talk with Jason would have to wait until tomorrow.

As I was beginning to fall asleep, the last thought I remember having 
was about my mom calling the principal. If she was on the warpath like 
she was tonight, tomorrow was really going to suck.

End Monday

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