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JASON AND JENNIFER NAKED IN SCHOOL - PART TWO - TUESDAY
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 - JENNIFER

Talk about waking up and preparing for a battlefield!  I was sick to my 
stomach when I finally dared venture out of my room.  I knew my mom was 
going to have a huge blowup and we'd all get into a big fight over 
breakfast, and Jason and I would be in horrible moods by the time we 
went to school, and it would not be a good way to start the day!

So I was stunned when I finally got to the kitchen table for breakfast. 
 I'd stalled all morning, hoping to minimize the time I'd have to spend 
arguing about The Program, but I was still surprised to find my 
step-dad eating breakfast by himself.  And I didn't see any bloody 
corpses anywhere, so that was a bonus.

"Hey, good morning," he said cheerily, looking up from his bowl of 
oatmeal.  "How'd you sleep last night?"

"Not so good," I answered, rummaging through the cupboards and finally 
settling on a decidedly unhealthy bowl of some sugary kids' cereal.  
This was really weird, though.  I'd expected fireworks and histrionics, 
not calm, cool, and collected!  Something wasn't right.  "Where's Mom?" 
I asked.  Dad looked up from his cereal long enough to shrug, then went 
back to eating.

"Not sure," he said between bites.  "She said she was going for a walk 
about the time I got up, but I haven't seen her since."  I nodded.  My 
mom liked to go for long walks, but none of the rest of us did.  She 
usually went out after dinner though, so this was a little strange.

"Dad, can we talk?" I asked, and had to stifle a grin as he looked up 
quickly, surprise written all over his face.  I've never called him 
anything except Nate, even when I was younger.  He'd asked me to call 
him "Dad," but it always felt funny.  He wasn't "Dad," he was Nate.  
But right now I needed a dad.  I almost laughed out loud, he looked so 
happy.

"Of course we can talk.  What's on your mind?"

"The Program," I said, and waited for his reaction.

"Mmm hmm," he mumbled.  "What about it?

"Well... is it really as bad as Mom thinks it is?  I've had a good 
experience so far, and it seems like everybody that's been in The 
Program has had... not everyone's had a great experience, but nobody's 
had a bad experience."

I didn't tell him about my eventful morning in the showers after gym.  
It didn't really seem like the time.

"I don't necessarily think that The Program is a bad thing."

"Well, what does Mom think is so bad about it?  Wait a minute.  You 
don't "necessarily" think it's bad?  So, you think it's bad too?  
Kinda?"

"No... no.  I think it could be a very good thing, but it could also be 
very bad."

"How?"

"Well, let's use an example from the information pamphlet.  You're in 
The Program, so what would you do if I came up to you in the hallway at 
school - we'll assume I'm a student - and asked to touch you," he 
paused and blushed a little.  "Asked to touch you somewhere... or do 
something that you thought was inappropriate?  What would you do?"

"Well, I'd say no, I guess."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure.  Why wouldn't I be?"

"The literature for The Program talks a lot about reasonable requests, 
but it never really says who gets to determine what's reasonable.  
You're allowed to say no to someone, but if that person disagrees that 
the request was unreasonable, the two of you go to a counselor.  Or 
you'll see a principal, and that person decides if the request truly 
was reasonable.  And if you were wrong about the request, then you get 
punished."

"What?"

"Didn't read the whole thing, did you?"

"No."  I squirmed a little in my chair.  I thought I'd had a good 
handle on The Program, but that really threw a wrench in my ideas.  
"What else could be bad?"

"What if you just aren't ready to be naked?"

I laughed at that one.  "Come on.  I'm eighteen years old!"

"Well," he answered, clearly embarrassed to be having this 
conversation, "I hate to admit it, especially since I supposedly grew 
up in such an age of experimentation and enlightenment, but Jason's 
mother was the first woman who ever saw me naked.  Trust me, I wasn't 
running around the school in the nude, either."

"Yeah, but weren't you and Cheryl high school sweethearts?"

"Sure, but I'm talking about our wedding night."

"What?"  I couldn't believe it!  He'd been a virgin on his wedding day. 
 Huh.  How bizarre is that?

"You looked surprised," he smiled gently.

"Well, yeah, I mean... didn't you get frustrated?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm assuming she made you wait, so wasn't that... frustrating 
for you?"  I knew about blue balls, every boyfriend I'd ever had 
complained about them.  I thought they were probably a bunch of hooey, 
but wasn't really sure.

"What if I told you that your assumption is half right?  Someone was 
frustrated, but it might not necessarily have been me."

"You mean..."  I trailed off and I'm sure I made some signal that I 
figured it out, because he started nodding his head.

"That's right.  We waited because I wasn't ready.  Cheryl certainly was 
ready and willing, and in fact I don't think she did wait, but it 
wasn't the right time for me, before we got married.  I was a little 
conservative, and wanted to wait.  And trust me when I tell you, 
missy... walking around naked would most definitely not have been the 
right thing for me.  I would have been horrified.  I wasn't one of the 
preppy kids, but I wasn't a nerd.  I had decent friends, but it would 
have been mortifying for me to have had to walk around in the buff.  I 
just wasn't ready."

"So you think there are some kids like that?"  I thought most people at 
my school were pretty cool with it.  There are always assholes like 
Justin Miller, but not everybody, or every football player, is quite as 
big a prick as he is.

"Sure... there are bound to be.  I know we're supposedly living in a 
more advanced society, and everyone is supposed to be so mature and 
with-it, but a lot of how kids grow up depends on their parents, and if 
the parents were fairly conservative, then... well... the child is 
bound to be, to a certain extent."

Huh.  This was giving me lots to think about, but something still nagged at me.

"So, are you for it or against it?"

"The Program?"

"Yeah."

"Neither, really."

How frustrating is that!  Parents will never give you a straight answer 
when you want one!

"How is that possible?"

"I still think it goes back to the individual.  Some people are ready, 
and it can be a good experience, and other people are far from ready, 
and will probably spend the worst week of their lives, trying to be as 
inconspicuous as possible, which is probably pretty hard."

"I suppose.  I mean, I'm pretty confident about myself, but I guess I 
can see what you're saying.  But you know, you've explained why you 
think the way you do, but you weren't the one having a hissy fit.  What 
about Mom?"

"What about her?"

"Why does she hate it so much?"

He didn't say anything for a little while, but finally he answered.  "I 
think I'm going to leave that up to her to answer for you."

"But... do you know why?" I asked, curious now, much more than angry as 
I'd been before.  He nodded.  He did know!  "But you won't tell me?"  
He shook his head, smiling at my obvious annoyance.  Talk about 
frustrating.

"I don't think it's my place to say, but you can certainly ask her.  
She may even tell you."

"Ha!  I doubt it.  She never tells me anything."

"I think she has a lot to tell you.  You just have to ask, and be ready 
to listen."

I looked at him in wonder.  God, he's smart.  When did that happen?

"Thanks, Dad."  I earned another big smile with that one.

"So, I'm Dad now, huh?"  He grinned even more, and even gave himself 
two thumbs up.  What a dork!  But I love him.

"Yeah.  You've probably been Dad all along, but I never let you."

He nodded his head and reached over and patted my arm.

"I love you, kiddo."

"Love you too.  Dad."  We ate the remainder of breakfast in silence.  
He'd given me a lot to think about.  I still wanted to be in The 
Program, no matter what my mom thought.  I knew I could stay in over 
her objections, since I was eighteen, but I didn't know if I wanted to 
defy her so blatantly.

By the time I was finished eating, it was way past time for me to head 
to school.  Thankfully band only meets three times a week once football 
season's over, so I didn't have to be to school until second period.

Dad and I hung out together for half an hour and watched some morning 
news program, but finally it was time for me to go to school.

"So, what do I do today?" I asked my dad as I was heading out the door. 
 Mom wasn't back yet, so she hadn't had a chance to tell me how awful 
The Program is, and I was still a little up in the air about what I was 
supposed to do.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did she call the school or not?"  He shook his head that he 
didn't know.  "So... I'm still in The Program?"

"I guess so."

"Okay.  Another naked day in school for me," I said as I left the 
house.  I could hear him laughing behind me.  At least one of us was in 
a good mood.


CHAPTER TWO - JASON

I was so relieved when I got up this morning it was unbelievable.  
Tuesday is one of two days I need to get to school early for a 
before-school small group rehearsal for choir, so I was out the door 
before the sun came up, and didn't see my step-mother at all.  Which 
means she didn't have a chance to tell me how horrible I was for being 
in The Program, as if it was my choice.

At least I had choir, which was a good thing.  It was a little 
nerve-wracking, again, but this time, instead of standing in front of 
the entire group with my dick waving in the air, I was part of a 
smaller group, and was singing instead of directing, so I got through 
it okay.

And English was a breeze today!  Mr. Munroe realized we have a big test 
coming up on Friday, so he let us spend the whole period studying in 
small groups.

"Here comes compass boy!" yelled some joker in the back row, as I 
walked in the class, my hard dick leading the way.

"It's not a compass, you idiot," yelled Frank Winters.  "It's a 
divining rod!  Hey, Jason, does it lead you to water or pussy?"  The 
class laughed at that, and I had to join in, but class was starting so 
I quickly sat down.

It was getting less embarrassing walking around with a permanent 
erection, but I still was a bit shy whenever it was pointed out to me, 
as if it wasn't obvious that I was naked.

I'd been fondled by a couple girls on the way to class, and was a 
little on edge, but figured I'd be okay for a while.

"Hey," Mindy whispered as I sat down beside her.  I nodded, and noticed 
she blushed when she looked at me.

"Aren't you going to offer to give me relief?" I asked her quietly.  
She looked shocked for a moment, but relaxed when she realized I was 
joking.

"Jason, I'm sorry about yesterday," she apologized suddenly.

"What for?" I asked, not thinking of anything she needed to be sorry about.

"For yesterday, in class."  I still didn't understand what she meant.  
"When I touched your... your penis.  Sorry."

"Don't be sorry.  It felt good."  I'd almost forgotten about yesterday. 
 Mindy had asked to touch my cock right when I arrived yesterday, at 
the end of the class period.  Unfortunately for me, the bell had rung 
before she had a chance to jack me off completely, and I was left 
hanging, so to speak.

"I talked with my brothers last night, and Rick said it wasn't nice to 
leave you like that.  I'm sorry."  Mindy looked so sad sitting there, I 
wondered exactly what her brothers had told her.

"Don't worry about it," I answered as gently as possible.  "It would 
have been frustrating, since I was so close, but there are plenty of 
other girls who seem want to fight to get in line to touch me."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, realizing for the first time what an opportunity 
she'd had.  "Do you... do you want me to do it again?"  She looked so 
sincere, and asked me so hopefully I was sad to turn her down.

"Sorry, Mindy, but I'm doing fine now."  She looked sad, so I quickly 
added, "I'll probably need someone to take care of me tomorrow.  Should 
I ask you?"  She nodded eagerly.

"Will you show me what to do?" she asked shyly.

"Sure."

"Okay, then it's a date."  She looked happy at the idea.

"You might want to wear something not so nice, something you don't care 
about if it gets stained," I mentioned, in case she hadn't thought of 
that.  "Semen can stain clothes, so you'll have to be careful."  She 
nodded solemnly, and I was almost surprised she wasn't taking notes.

Class went pretty quickly after we started studying.  Mindy and I 
didn't get much accomplished, but it keep me away from Brenda, who 
spend most of the period pointing at me and whispering to a couple of 
her she-devil friends.

Thank goodness for small favors.


CHAPTER THREE - JENNIFER

I have to admit I was a little turned on as I walked into the school.  
I'd taken my clothes off in the car and walked from the parking lot to 
the building in my birthday suit.  It was the first time I'd been naked 
outside since I was a little girl.  Band yesterday doesn't count, cause 
that was a group thing and it was raining and I was miserable.

Today was much nicer though.  A little chilly perhaps, as I felt my 
nipples pop to attention, but the breeze felt nice on my body.  I felt 
my pussy get a little squishy, and actually felt myself hoping someone 
would offer to diddle me in the hallways, but first period wasn't quite 
over when I got there, so I walked into health class early and sat down.

Mrs. McDonald was sitting at her desk correcting papers when I arrived, 
and she waved when I came into the classroom.

"Good morning, Miss Rose."

"Hi, Mrs. McDonald," I answered as I dropped my bag to the floor.  
"What's the plan for today?  More diseases?"  She smiled, laughing a 
bit.

"Oh, are you looking for another chance with Jason?" she asked.

Was I that obvious about it?"

"No, just curious."

"Well, if you must know, we'll be discussing various sexually 
transmitted diseases."

"Sorry," I joked.  "I don't think I can help you with that one!"

"We'll see," she answered mysteriously.  I shook my head.  I knew for 
certain I had no diseases, and wasn't sure how I could help.

"Okay, if you say so."

It was only a few more minutes until the first bell rang, and then 
quickly the hallway and then the classroom started filling with 
students.

"Hey, Jennifer," I heard.  I turned and saw it was Jason, sporting his 
near-constant erection.

"Hey," I laughed, pointedly glancing at his crotch.  "Happy to see me, 
are you?"  He blushed a bit, but laughed along with me.

"You know how it is, everybody wanting to touch me or feel my dick, it 
kind of gets to a guy.  Besides, look at you," he said, pointing at my 
pointy nipples.

"It's not what you think it is," I answered haughtily.  "It's kind of 
chilly today."

"You drove here naked?" he gasped.

"No, but I took my clothes off in the car, and walked from the parking 
lot."  I rubbed my boobs, which were thankfully starting to lose their 
swollen appearance.  From the corner of my eye I saw Jason watching me, 
mouth agape, and I couldn't help give him a little bit of a show.

Wetting my thumb and finger with my tongue, I slowly circled one puffy 
nipple with my fingers, tweaking the nub of flesh, keeping it firm and 
erect.  I could see Jason's adam's apple bob in his throat as he 
swallowed rapidly.  His eyes were riveted to my tits, and I shook my 
shoulders lightly, causing a very nice jiggle, I thought.

I watched in fascination as his cock bounced up and down with his 
excitement, the head more swollen than when he'd come in.  To my 
disappointment, when he saw where I was looking, Jason abruptly sat 
down at his desk.

"Hmph," I complained.  "It's okay for you to look but not me?"  Jason 
blushed, squirming in his seat.

"It's not that, it's that... I'm still uncomfortable."

"About being naked?"

"No, I mean yeah.  That's still pretty weird, but it's getting better.  
But with you... Jennifer, it's like you're always looking at me and it 
makes me feel weird."

"Jason, that's what The Program is supposed to do, you know.  It's 
supposed to make you feel more comfortable in your body!  If we never 
see other human bodies, then how are we supposed to understand them, or 
be more comfortable around them."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"Never mind."

"Jason, I want to help if I can."  What was driving him up the wall?  I 
didn't understand how he could be so strange around me sometimes!

"Just drop it."

"No, Jason, I..."

"Jennifer!"

"Tell, me please."

"Okay, fine.  The Program really weirds me out, because we're supposed 
to help each other out and be supportive of each other, and I'm 
supposed to be available to answer any questions you might have!"

"So?  That's what all the people in The Program run into."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"But not every guy is supposed to help this incredibly gorgeous naked woman..."

"Thanks!"  I knew it!  I knew it!  He likes me too!  He's maybe a 
little shy about it, but I was right!  I just knew he had feelings for 
me.

"... an incredibly gorgeous naked woman, who happens to be his sister!"

Oh.  Oh!  Damn!


CHAPTER FOUR - JASON

I can't believe I said that!  Don't get me wrong, Jennifer is no prude, 
and she's certainly not a wallflower, but a guy should just not be 
telling his sister that he thinks she's hot.  Especially when he's 
naked, since it's kind of hard to hide the evidence that way.

I was horrified.  I didn't want to look at Jennifer, afraid of what 
she'd think of me, but knew that would be next to impossible, 
especially considering what went on yesterday in Health class.  I 
didn't think it would be possible to spend an entire period talking 
about breast or prostate cancer again, we'd kind of worn out the topic 
yesterday, but I didn't want any part of anything even remotely similar.

Thankfully the class bell rang, and Mrs. McDonald stood up from behind 
her desk.

"Settle down, class.  Settle down.  Today we are going to be talking 
about STDs.  Who can tell me what that stands for?  Anyone?"

There was silence in the classroom.  Everyone knew what the initials 
stood for, of course, but apparently no one wanted to say.  Suddenly a 
voice rang out from the back of the classroom.

"Stupendously Terrific Derriere?"  The class laughed.

"I... I don't believe that's right, Mr. Gervich."  She smiled a 
tight-lipped smile.  "Anyone else like to venture a guess?"

"Sexually Talented Dick?"  Mrs. McDonald looked up in surprise, but she 
apparently couldn't spot the culprit, instead raised her hand for 
silence.

"Suddenly Tumescent Dong?" someone else quipped, before Mrs. McDonald 
had a chance to get the class settled.

"Class!  That's enough."  Even she was laughing a bit, but managed to 
pull herself together.  "Does anyone want to tell us the real meaning?" 
 She gave the class a severe look, daring anyone to make another joke.  
Finally Carol Bloomquist raised her hand.

"Sexually Transmitted Disease," she said.  "You guys are all a bunch of 
perverts," she added, huffing a bit and earning more mocking applause, 
which Mrs. McDonald pointedly ignored.

"Very good.  Now, today we are going to discuss diseases and how to 
prevent them.  Does anyone know of a way to avoid STDs?"

I raised my hand.  "Condoms?"

"Of course."  She started walking in my direction, and I noticed that 
in her hand was an all-to-familiar foil packet.  Surely she didn't want 
me to put a condom on in class!

"Jason, would you please stand up?"

Shit shit shit!

I stood, ignoring the jeers from my classmates.  Someone called for a 
smaller condom, and I heard another voice request a microscope.  I saw 
Jennifer turn and give one of the jokers a dirty look, before quickly 
turning back to watch as I quickly tore open the packet and unrolled 
the latex rubber.

I fumbled a bit, but managed to get the condom properly rolled onto my 
dick, happy for the first time that I was, as always this week, 
sporting an erection.  It would have looked pretty foolish if I'd had 
to struggle to get hard, just to demonstrate the prophylactic!

I noticed as I slipped it on that Jennifer was watching me intently, 
even licking her lips, if I wasn't seeing things.  Quickly, once 
everyone was satisfied, I pulled it off and sat at my desk.

"Such a waste," Jennifer said, leaning over and whispering in my ear.

"What was?" I asked, scarce able to look her in the eye.  She grinned.

"It's a shame you had to throw away the rubber like that.  I would have 
been happy to help you fill it up."

I blushed, and quickly turned, suddenly very interested in the rest of 
the lecture.

The rest of the class period went by quickly enough, thankfully, and I 
grabbed my books and turned for biology, dreading what might be in 
store.

I was halfway there when I heard someone calling my name.  I turned and 
saw it was Mr. Jackson waving at me.

"Mr. Fields!  Come here a moment."

I trotted back to where he was standing.

"Yeah?  What do you need?" I asked, not wanting to run the risk of being late.

"Miss Pomeroy would like to see you and Jennifer in her office at once."

"You just missed Jennifer," I said.  My sister had headed the opposite 
direction immediately after class.  "I think she has study hall now."

"Very good.  Can I trust you to see yourself to the office?"

"Should I put clothes on?" I asked.  I figured this was about my mom.  
She'd undoubtedly called all sorts of school administrators and was 
having Jennifer and me pulled out of The Program.  Why else would Miss 
Pomeroy need to see the two of us together?

"Why would you put clothes on?" a confused Vice-Principal answered.  
"You are still in The Program, are you not?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing.  Now, will you be okay getting to the office?"

"No.  Do I need a pass or anything?" I asked, knowing the second bell 
would be ringing before I got there.  He said I didn't and took off for 
the cafeteria, where Jennifer ought to be.

I turned around and headed back toward the principal's office.  Damn 
it! I cursed.  I knew as soon as Mom blew her stack last night that 
this would happen.  Truth be told, I didn't really mind being pulled 
out of The Program.  I wasn't all that thrilled being in it in the 
first place, but it would be rather inconvenient to be pulled out a day 
and a half through it, not to mention a little strange to have to 
explain the situation to everyone.

I trudged into the office and was mildly surprised to not see my 
parents.  Maybe this was something entirely different, I mused, but 
still I wondered why both Jennifer and I had been summoned.

The secretary told me I should have a seat and wait, and it wasn't a 
minute or two more until Jennifer came in, looking around curiously.

She saw me sitting and came over.

"Where's Mom?" she asked.

"I don't see her either, but she has to be here somewhere, right?"

"What else could this be about."  She thought the same as I did, obviously.

I nodded my agreement, and told Jennifer I'd figured the same thing.

Just then Miss Pomeroy stuck her head out of her office and called us in.

"Thanks for coming," she said and waved for us to have a seat.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"And where is our mother?"

"Your mother?"  Miss Pomeroy looked puzzled.

"Isn't this about our participation in The Program?" I asked, but began 
to realize that maybe it wasn't.  Maybe there was a bit of hope after 
all.

"Should she be here?" the principal asked.  "Why would she be here?"

Jennifer and I looked at each other, more curious now than anything else.

"I guess..."

"I just thought that..."

"Hmph."  Miss Pomeroy shook her head.  "Your mother is not here.  I 
wanted to meet with the two of you to discuss an outreach possibility."

"Like being naked at home?" I asked, thinking of my mom.  "That'll 
never happen."

"Or at the mall?" Jennifer asked.  She could have a point.  I'd heard 
of that before.  I guess some kids from previous groups had decided to 
stay naked after school, and actually went out in public in the nude.

One girl had even gone to her job at the mall naked, but a couple 
customers called the police when they saw her, and she had to put on 
clothes.  Apparently some people hadn't heard about The Program.

"No, although if you choose to do so, it is certainly within the 
parameters of the guidelines," Miss Pomeroy said.  "And the unfortunate 
incident with Shelly Klein will most certainly not be repeated," her 
distaste for the incident obvious.  "You are now free to be naked in 
public venues without any interference."

I hadn't been able to remember her name, but Shelly was the girl who'd 
been the cause of all the problems at the mall.

"So, what is this about then?" I asked.

"As you know, having a younger sibling in middle school, and having 
gone through the classes yourself, sex education is at best a vague 
experience for a young adolescent, which is why we have proposed the 
idea of a practical demonstration."

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, like two people fucking on stage?"  I realized what I'd said.  
"Sorry.  Sorry."

"Not quite," she answered, ignoring my profanity.  "The idea, as 
proposed to the school board, is to have one boy and one girl, of age 
and consent, be available to the middle school for two days, to answer 
questions and act as a living anatomical specimen."

"You mean talk about sex and let them look at us," I said.

"Yes, in short.  You would demonstrate the full range of activities and 
emotions, from manual and oral stimulation up to..."

"Wait a minute, you mean real sex?"  I was surprised something like 
this would even be proposed to the board.  Surely this couldn't have 
been approved!

"Well, certainly not actual penetrating sexual intercourse, but 
simulated activities would most likely be required."

"And the two of us are in your office now, because you want us to be 
the... what did you call them... living anatomical specimens?"  I felt 
my hands start to get clammy, as I looked at the principal begin to 
fidget.

"I realize this may be somewhat surprising, but it had been hoped that 
the two of you would consider the possibility.  I acknowledge it might 
be a tad unsettling for the two of you, considering your situation, but 
it was our understanding that the two of you are not related by blood.  
Is that correct?"  We nodded, and I thought I saw a quick look of 
relief on Miss Pomeroy's face, but couldn't be sure.

What would our mom think?  At least there's no way this would ever 
happen.  One thing I was glad of was that Jennifer was the girl, and 
not someone who'd actually want to do this with me.  I figured there 
was no way she would agree to do this.  I'd be scared to even mention 
it at home.  So at least we wouldn't be doing this!  Talk about an 
explosive situation.

"What exactly would we have to do?" Jennifer asked.


CHAPTER FIVE - JENNIFER

The look Jason gave me when I asked what we'd need to do was priceless! 
 I figured our parents would freak and we'd never end up at the middle 
school anyway, but I was still curious.

Miss Pomeroy went on to explain some of the particulars.  We'd need to 
be naked of course.  Duh.  I would talk with the girls, and Jason would 
talk to the boys, at least for the first part of the day, then we'd 
talk to the whole class at once.  She told us to expect questions, and 
that some of the kids might ask us for demonstrations.

"Those requests do not fall under the category of reasonable requests," 
Miss Pomeroy said.  "Reasonable requests can only be made by other high 
school students."

"And teachers, right?" Jason asked.

"No."

"What?"

"All requests from a teacher are to be followed."  This was news to me!

"What if we don't think the request is reasonable?" I asked, a little 
nervous.  "What if a teacher wanted me to do something I didn't want to 
do?"

Miss Pomeroy smiled a bit.  "You mean like being naked in school?"

Okay.  Good point.

"I mean, besides that."  Miss Pomeroy sat for a moment, her arms folded 
over her chest, before answering.

"A teacher may request you to perform any class-related duties.  All 
requests are to be considered reasonable, and they will be followed.  
Any complaints will be after the fact, and teachers may be reprimanded 
for any activities deemed objectionable."  I nodded, supposing we'd 
have to trust the teachers to not put us in harm, although I hadn't 
felt that way yesterday, marching around in the cold rain.

Miss Pomeroy finished her description of what to expect at the middle 
school, and Jason and I left.  There were only ten minutes left in 
class, so we hung out with the study hall kids before heading off to 
gym.


CHAPTER SIX - JASON

That was too weird for words.  Thankfully it wouldn't be a possibility. 
 Jennifer explained that she'd just been curious, and didn't figure 
we'd ever end up doing that, and I had to admit she was probably right. 
 Honestly, I was surprised we were still in The Program, but I guess we 
were.  At least for now.

So, the two of us went to gym, and it's hard to describe how utterly 
distracting it was!  I admit, the fact that I was naked made it more 
embarrassing, since it can be quite obvious I have an erection with it 
bobbing up and down in front of me, but imagine what the entire class 
thought, since Jennifer and I were called up front, to be helpers for 
our aerobics unit.

Just the thought of all those girls watching me jumping up and down 
like that, plus the added visuals of a dozen pairs of tits bouncing 
around, kept me excited the whole time.

I think the only thing that made the class period mildly okay was the 
fact that I didn't have to watch Jennifer exercising in the nude, since 
she was standing right beside me.  I admit I caught glimpses of her 
tits swinging around as we led the class, but I tried not to dwell on 
it.

I worried a bit about Jennifer, especially about what would happen to 
her in the showers, since Justin Miller was back in school today.  The 
rumors were right, after all.  He had been tossed around pretty good by 
Mr. Lyle the gym teacher, and he had been taken to the police station, 
although I hadn't heard if he had been charged with anything.

Unfortunately the school, in all its wisdom, decided the best thing to 
do would be put him back in gym class with Jennifer.  My worries were 
alleviated somewhat when Kyle told me he would watch out for her.

"I'll kill the son of a bitch if he tries anything," he muttered.  Kyle 
isn't a big guy, not nearly as bulky as Justin, but I knew he'd be hell 
in a fight, what with all his wrestling training.  I was a little 
worried about how violent he seemed, but better to have him mad at 
Justin than mad at me.

"Thanks, man.  I appreciate it," I told Kyle as class ended, and I 
headed for the showers.

If I thought I'd had it rough during class, it was nothing to what it 
was like in the showers.  All those bouncy tits were now waving proudly 
at me, and my dick felt as hard as it had ever been as I soaped myself 
off in the shower.

"Hey," said a small voice behind me.  I turned and saw it was Rachel 
Hobbs.  Rachel's been a friend for years.  Before she moved, Rachel 
lived two houses down on our street, and we'd always been good friends. 
 We only had this one class together, but she sometimes ate lunch with 
me, although she had her own group of friends.

"Hey Rachel.  What's up?" I asked, noticing again what a great body she 
had.  Rachel was not big-chested by any means, but her breasts were 
perfect for her body, probably half the size of a large orange, with 
pretty pink nipples.

She had a slender waist, and her hips and ass were incredible.  I'd 
never really looked at her like this before though, and noticed her 
pussy was completely shaved, a look that gave her a little girl look, 
especially since she didn't have big tits.  I thought she was really 
hot, but she had a boyfriend, and I tried to stay away from situations 
like that.

"Can I help?" she blurted suddenly.

"Help?"

"Well, you've been like that," she said, pointing at my obvious 
erection, "since the beginning of class, and I wondered if you needed 
help."

"Like..."

"I wanna give you relief.  Is that okay?"

What was I to say to that?  "Sure, I guess.  If you want."

Before I was finished, Rachel had dropped to her knees in front of me, 
and reached out with her right hand, grasping the stalk of my dick, and 
began stroking me up and down.  After being in a state of arousal for 
so long, I knew I wasn't going to last too long, and tried to warn her.

"Rachel, it's not going to take too much to set me off," I gasped, as I 
felt her left hand trail under my body and begin fondling my balls.

"Really?"  she said.  "Like, you're going to shoot really soon?"  She 
looked excited at the prospect, and I wondered how much she had done."

"Real soon," I said, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash 
over me.  Suddenly, I felt my cock engulfed in something warm and wet, 
and my eyes snapped open.

I glanced down and moaned.  Rachel had taken almost my entire length in 
her mouth, and was trying to force the rest of my shaft past her lips.

"Fuck, that feels good," I said, grabbing ahold of her wet hair.  I 
felt her head move as she started bobbing up and down my length.  I 
felt her gag slightly as the tip of my cock brushed the back of her 
mouth, but she just pushed harder, and suddenly I felt the rest of my 
length push further in, and realized with surprise that she was 
deep-throating me.

I'm not a big guy, like I've said before.  There are plenty of cocks 
bigger than mine, but still, I knew doing that took some skills.

"You've done that before I said," stating the obvious.

Rachel wasn't in any position to nod her head, so made small grunting 
noises of acknowledgment.  Her head bobbed back and forth, her tongue 
sliding along the underside of my cock, and I felt myself getting close.

Suddenly, Rachel started humming, and my whole cock began buzzing with 
the vibrations.

Too soon, I felt the sperm rush through the length of my cock, and 
without any warning I shot into Rachel's steaming mouth.

I've heard bad stories about guys cumming into their girlfriend's mouth 
without warning, and expected her to be pissed at me, but Rachel moaned 
her approval, and began swallowing.  I shot time and time again, since 
I'd been building up this load all morning, but eventually Rachel got 
every drop of my spunk.

I collapsed against the shower wall, incredibly relaxed, my arousal 
definitely sated for the moment, and reached out a hand, helping Rachel 
to her feet.  She had the kind of a look I've always associated with 
the phrase "the cat that ate the canary."

"I can't believe I got it all," she boasted, opening me her mouth and 
showing me no traces of the semen I'd just shot.  I nodded, impressed 
with her abilities.

"That was so hot," I said.

"I know!  I'm all wet, and I never get wet just from giving head," she 
sighed, her fingers beginning to trail over her hips and the top of her 
bare slit.  I'm so horny!"

"Can I help?" I offered.

"Would you?" she asked, eyes glittering with excitement.  "It won't 
take long, I'm so on edge right now.  Would you really do me?"

"Absolutely I said," fighting the urge to blush, knowing there were 
eleven other girls watching us.  "It's the least I can do."

"Then do it," she said.  I quickly reached out my hand and began 
running it over the smooth lips of her pussy.  I flicked over the nub 
of her clit and she moaned.

"I like your pussy," I said, continuing to stroke her fat outer lips, 
greasy with her arousal.

"I shave it," she moaned, thrusting her pelvis against my hips.  She 
was working both hands over her tits, pulling and teasing at her 
nipples, providing her body more pleasure.

"It's great," I said sincerely.  "I've never felt anything like it."

Feeling her slick wetness coating my fingers, I ran one finger up the 
length of her slit, and Rachel moaned into my ear as I slipped a finger 
inside.

I frigged her tight pussy with my finger, all the while playing with 
her clit with my other hand.  As she got closer and closer to her own 
orgasm, Rachel thrust her hips in time with my finger.  Finally, with a 
shudder and high-pitched moan, Rachel reached her climax, and I could 
feel the muscles in her cunt grabbing and clutching at my finger.

After letter her rest against me for a moment, I shook Rachel by the 
shoulder.  Class was almost over, and we were the only two still in the 
shower.

"It's time to go," I whispered gently.  She looked around, seeing we 
were along, and gave me a quick kiss.  She ran her tongue lightly over 
my lips, but otherwise the kiss stayed friendly.

"I owe you for that," she said.  "I can barely stand right now, my 
muscles are all still quivering."

I laughed as I grabbed a towel.  We helped each other dry off and I 
stood watching as she got dressed.  Watching the ritual of dressing and 
primping was almost as exciting as being naked in a shower room full of 
girls.  Almost.

As we walked out of the locker room, I pointed at my crotch.

"See that?" I questioned.  She looked at my cock for a moment, nodding. 
 "I've been hard all day, but thanks to your talents, I'm satisfied."  
She blushed as she realized I had called her blowjob skills a talent.

"You don't owe me anything," I said as I headed for lunch.  "We're even."


CHAPTER SEVEN - JENNIFER

God!  Gym was so weird.  I have to admit I was paying way more 
attention to Jason's dick during aerobics than I was to what I was 
supposed to be doing.  I think he caught me looking, but he was nice 
enough to say anything.

Regardless, I was really worked up when I had to go and shower with the 
guys.  Thankfully, Mr. Lyle made Justin shower by himself in Mr. Lyle's 
shower, so I didn't have to worry about him.

Kyle is so cute!  He came up to me as we were walking to the locker room.

"Hey, Jennifer!" he called, running to catch up with me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Um... do you mind if I shower with you?" he asked, blushing bright crimson.

"Why, Kyle Becker!  What will Emily think?"  Emily Taylor was his 
girlfriend, and I knew she'd been jealous of him in the past.

"Nah.  I told her about it last night."

"Told her what?"

"That I might have to protect you in the shower."

"Protect me from what?  Justin's not here."  We were in the changing 
area, and I watched as Kyle took off his sweaty shirt and gym shorts.  
He did have a good body.  But I was sure I would be okay.

"Didn't you notice?" he asked.  I shook my head. Notice what?  Justin 
tilted his head, motioning behind him.  I looked over his shoulder and 
saw three of Justin's buddies, all looking angrily in my direction.

"Oh.  Yeah.  Thanks."  I don't know what they had planned, but they 
were definitely up to something.  Maybe protection would be a good 
thing.

Kyle smiled, and the two of hurried into the showers, careful to stand 
as close to the door as possible.

"Sorry guys, I'm giving Jennifer a little relief, if you know what I 
mean," Kyle said as the three stooges walked in.  He was?  Oh, right, 
he was.  I quickly grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs.

Kyle gaped at me a bit, but understood what I was doing.  Quickly, and 
much more gently than I would have expected from such a jock, he 
started diddling my clit, all the while pumping to fingers in and out 
of my pussy.

Damn, he was good!

I felt my nipples tighten, and my juices really started flowing.  When 
I get going, my entire chest turns pink, and I know Kyle could see it.  
He had to have been able to, his eyes were glued to my tits.

I saw he was hard as a rock, and reached down and grabbed his cock.  It 
twitched in my hand and I could hear a sharp intake of breath, as Kyle 
moaned.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, thrusting into my fist.  He wasn't as big as 
some guys, but his cock was thick.  It's sort of true what they say 
about size not being important, but added width can be really good, let 
me tell you.

His fingers were driving me wild, his palm slamming into the top of my 
pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.  I must have 
hurt him, I was jacking on his dick so hard, but he didn't complain.

We must have made quite a spectacle of ourselves, because everyone had 
stopped in their showering and was staring at us.  I noticed quite a 
few guys stroking their cocks as they watched us get each other off.  
Terry and Taylor, the school's openly gay couple, were even stroking 
each other.  I'd never seen two guys doing it before, but it was pretty 
hot.  Heck, all these hard dicks would have had me worked up, even if 
Kyle hadn't been giving me the time of my life.

My legs started to get weak, and my insides turned to jelly as my 
climax started, I felt Kyle's dick swell a little bit and suddenly I 
was getting squirted on by spurt after spurt of his hot spunk.  He got 
a little rougher than I normally like, but he kept pounding into my 
pussy all through his orgasm, and near the end he brought me off too.

I relaxed under the hot water for a bit, washing the sweat off my body. 
 As I finished, I looked up to see the three stooges still standing 
there, just staring at me.  They didn't look pissed anymore, just kind 
of in awe.  It was kind of funny to look at them, their dicks waving in 
the air.  I figured if they were going to do something to me they would 
have done it already.

"See what I do to guys I like?" I asked, and watched as they nodded 
dumbly.  "Justin's an asshole," I spat out.  "He deserved everything he 
got after yesterday, and so will you if you try anything."

I didn't wait for an answer, but spun around and grabbed a towel.  I'd 
spent so long in the shower that the first bell had already rung.  I 
was running late, but I had lunch next so I wasn't too worried.

I saw Kyle talking with Emily in the hallway.  They were standing 
pretty close, their heads touching as they whispered to each other.  I 
waved as I passed, but didn't say anything, although Emily gave me a 
wink and a thumbs up.


CHAPTER EIGHT - JASON

I was already eating when Jennifer showed up for lunch.  I saw her 
walking towards my table, her neck stretched out as if she was looking 
for me.  I waved to catch her attention, and gave a smile when she 
finally saw me.

"Hey, how was the shower?" I asked, hoping everything had gone as 
planned for Kyle.

"Fine," she answered, blushing a little.

"What happened?" I asked, grinning at her discomfort.

"What do you think?" she answered, laughing a little.  "Kyle offered to 
protect me from the three stooges, and..."

"Who?"

"I don't know their names... three of Justin's friends.  I think of 
them as the three stooges.  They're harmless, but they looked kind of 
pissed at me, so Kyle offered to keep me company in the showers."

"Oh?  And what happened."

"Oh my God!  It's no wonder Emily's so much in love with him.  He has 
the most talented hands!"

"So, it was a better time than yesterday?" I asked, earning a huge 
laugh in response.

"Better, it was so good, I'm just... wow!"  Now that she mentioned it, 
Jennifer was still a little flushed in the face.

"Well, good.  I'm glad to hear that, you know.  What happened yesterday 
was wrong."

"I don't think it's going to happen again, though.  The three stooges 
just gaped at me when Kyle was attacking my pussy.  They just stood 
their, holding their dicks in their hands, and watched."

"Oh yeah?"

"So I told them after we were done that this is how I behave around 
civilized gentlemen.  Justin's an asshole, and I think deep down they 
know it."

"That's good.  I'm happy for you.  Sounds like you had just about as 
good a time as I did in the shower!"

"Oh, what happened?"  I don't know what I said, but suddenly Jennifer's 
face darkened, and she seemed a bit more serious.

I told her all about Rachel giving me a blowjob in the showers, and how 
Rachel shaved her pussy and how cool it felt.  It was kind of nice, 
actually, being able to talk with Jennifer like this.  We'd never been 
all that close as step-siblings, and we'd certainly never talked about 
our sexual activities in as much detail as we were now.  Maybe this was 
all because of The Program.  Who knows, but it felt like Jennifer and I 
were growing closer together, and that has to be a good thing, right?

"I couldn't believe it," I continued, describing Rachel's deep-throat 
abilities.  "I don't know where she gets her practice, but she managed 
to take me all in, all the way to my balls!"  I was telling Jennifer 
all about fingering Rachel to her orgasm when Jennifer suddenly 
interrupted me.

"Yeah.  Great.  I gotta go."

I'm not sure what was wrong, but Jennifer spun around, leaving her tray 
of food, and ran out of the cafeteria.

I ate the rest of my lunch in silence, and packed up and headed toward choir.

Choir was no big deal today.  I'd already had one rehearsal this 
morning, and since we'd gone over the songs I would be conducting at 
the concert, I was just in the middle of the choir.

After choir, I was heading to study hall when Mr. Bergerud called me over.

"Jason, could I see you for a moment?" he called.  I headed over to his 
office, but he had me wait.  He was in the middle of a meeting with 
Mary Epstein, a junior girl.  She'd been sick a lot this semester 
already, and I'm sure they were talking about her grade.

Suddenly the door to the office opened with a crash, and Mary came 
running out, nearly knocking over.  It was obvious she had been crying, 
her cheeks were stained with tears and she sniffled when she spoke.

"Sorry, Jason," she mumbled softly.  For whatever reason, her voice 
seemed ragged to me, but I didn't have a chance to find out what what 
was wrong.  "I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow?  I'd almost forgotten.  For the last year, the two of us had 
spent Wednesday mornings going over contest material.

"I'm sorry, Mary.  I'm glad you mentioned it, but I can't make it 
tomorrow morning."

"Why not?" she asked, seemingly ready to break down and cry again.

"I have to go to the middle school," I explained.  "Jennifer and I are 
spending the day there tomorrow, sort of as living models for sex ed.  
I'm not going to be at school all day."

"Oh.  Okay.  Well, say hi to my sister if you see her, will you?"  Mary 
had a younger sister, Martha, who was a couple years younger than my 
step-sister Samantha.  I wasn't sure which classes would be involved in 
the lessons, but told her I'd look for Martha.  Mary nodded and turned 
to leave just as Mr. Bergerud came out of his office.

"Just think about what I said," he called to Mary, who turned and 
looked him, nodding slowly as she continued out the door.

"What's up with her?" I asked.  It wasn't like her to be so sad, 
although I didnt' know what the two had been discussing.  Mary was 
usually a fairly peppy girl.  She didn't have the best voice in the 
world, but she loved to sing, and usually made up for any deficiencies 
by practicing harder than anyone in the choir, myself included.  Mr. 
Bergerud sighed before answering.

"We a little chat about grades.  I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of 
bad news for her, but she's missed so many classes this semester that 
the most I can give her is a passing grade."

That was something new.  Mary was one of the top students in our class, 
and was fighting for one of the top few spots.  I knew she wouldn't be 
happy with anything less than an "A."

"What about extra credit?" I asked.  "She practices with me all the 
time.  That has to be worth something, doesn't it?"

He sighed, running his hand through his thinning hair.  I knew he was 
getting close to retirement, but wasn't quite sure how old he was.  He 
seemed more tired than he normally did, more weathered somehow.  I felt 
kind of sorry for him.  I know he used to teach as some college in 
another state, and wasn't sure how he ended up teaching high school 
choir, but it had to be depressing for him.

"Extra credit?"  He shook his head sadly.  "I can accept some, but it's 
just not adequate.  I offered Mary a couple different options she has 
if she wants her grade to improve, but she didn't seem like she was 
interested."

"What would she have to do?"

"More than she's willing," was all he would say.  We stood there for a 
moment, each lost in our own thoughts, before Mr. Bergerud waved me 
into his office.  I took a chair and waited for him to speak.

"How are you holding up, Jason?" he asked, looking at me intently.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean with The Program?  Is it difficult for you?  Are things okay?"

"It's fine, I suppose," I told him, wondering how much I should say.  
Surely he didn't need to know about me getting a blowjob in gym class!  
"There are a lot of things going on that I never would have expected," 
I continued.  "It was really weird for me yesterday in here, standing 
naked in front of the whole choir, but I'm getting a little more used 
to it."

"How is Jennifer handling it?" he asked.

"I don't know.  Pretty good.  Better than me, I think.  Why?"

"She wasn't in choir today."

"Really?  I just ate lunch with her.  Do you know where she is?" I 
asked, concerned that something may have happened to her.

"I called down to the office, and was told she was seeing Ms Becker, 
but not what was wrong with her."

That was something to be concerned about.  Ms Becker was Kyle's mom, 
but was also the school nurse.  Something must be wrong with Jennifer.

"And they didn't tell you anything at all?" I asked.

"No.  No one seemed at all panicked about it, but that's not unusual," 
he said.  "My concern is that her problem stems from some problem she's 
been having with The Program.  Perhaps the experience has been too 
difficult for her.  Did she seem physically okay when you ate lunch 
with her?"

"Sure," I answered, nodding.  "She seemed a little moody though."

"Oh?  Did she say why?"

I shook my head.  I'd been wondering the same thing, but hadn't figured 
it out yet.  Mr. Bergerud looked at me for a moment.

"Do you think she's okay?" I asked, uncomfortable with the silence.

"Yes, yes.  I'm sure she's fine, and you'll be first to hear if she's 
not."  He looked at the clock.  "What class do you have next?"  he 
asked, "I'll write you a pass."

He wrote up a quick pass to my study hall while we talked about the 
concert coming up.

This was just what I needed, I thought as I walked back to the 
cafeteria.  I was feeling really good about today, but all of a sudden 
I'm worried about all this stuff.  I figured Mary was just worried 
about her grades, but had no clue what to think about Jennifer.

I was so preoccupied during study hall that even the two freshmen girls 
wanting to play with my cock didn't excite me at all, and they quickly 
left when they saw I wasn't getting hard.

Needless to say, I didn't get much studying done.


CHAPTER NINE - JENNIFER

I'm sorry, okay?  I know that was really unfair of me, especially since 
I've been teasing Jason almost nonstop for the last two days, but when 
I heard that Rachel Hobbs gave him a blowjob in the showers, I couldn't 
handle it.  I was sick to my stomach and felt like I was going to throw 
up.

It was totally rude of me, especially since there's no reason Jason 
should think of me that way, but I want him to, and I don't know how to 
tell him.  I've said before, I've almost dropped to my knees a couple 
times this week and hoovered him myself, but it never seemed 
appropriate, and now Rachel does it.

So I just left and wandered the halls for a bit.  I couldn't face him 
in choir, I was sure of that, so I found myself walking to the nurse's 
station.

Kyle's mom Denise is the school nurse and I like her a lot, and figured 
if nothing else I'd be able to get a pass out of choir.  It didn't look 
like she had any visitors when I walked in, but I knocked on the door.

"Mrs Becker?" I called out.  She was sitting at her desk reading a 
magazine, and smiled when she saw me.

"Hello Jennifer," she said, waving me into the office.  "What brings 
you here today?"

I suddenly felt a little foolish.  What was I going to say?  "I love my 
brother and want him to fuck me?" I didn't think that would cut it.

"I don't feel too good," I finally mumbled, looking down at the floor.  
For some reason I noticed that one of my toes needed a new coat of 
polish.

"Oh.  Are you running a fever?"  Ha!  My pussy's burning up, but I 
don't think that's what she was talking about.  I shook my head.

"I don't think so, but my stomach's kind of upset, and I have a 
headache."  At least that wasn't a lie.

"Well, have a seat and I'll take a look at you."

Let me say one thing.  Whoever designed those stupid paper rolls on 
doctor's exam tables did not have naked people in mind.  Talk about 
cold!

Mrs. Becker took a look at my eyes and ears, took my temperature and 
all that stuff.  I hate to admit it, but she had really soft hands and 
smelled really good, and I kind of felt myself getting a little turned 
on when she listened to my heartbeat.  I was afraid to look down, but I 
think my nipples about popped when the stethoscope touched me.  She 
smiled a little when I jumped at the contact, and I know I blushed a 
little.

"Well, you seem okay," she started and I think I frowned.  I had to get 
out of choir!  "Jennifer? Is everything okay?"

I shrugged.  This wasn't going the way I'd planned at all!  "I dunno," 
I said.  "I just don't feel well..."

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" she asked gently.  Mrs. 
Becker put away her notebook and pencil and sat down beside me.  It 
wasn't a big exam table, so our hips were touching.  I squirmed a 
little but had nowhere to go.

"I don't think I can tell you," I started, but stopped when she shook her head.

"If there's something wrong I think I need to know.  Is it a problem 
with The Program?" she asked.

"How did you know..."

"Most people don't walk into my office already naked, dear.  I just assumed."

Duh.  Stupid.  Of course I was in the program.

"Kinda.  It's not really The Program, but... I don't know, Mrs. 
Becker."  I was failing miserably here.  I just couldn't tell her what 
was going on!  I was a little surprised when she took my hand.  She 
squeezed my hand a little, for reassurance.

"Call me Denise," she said.  "Maybe if you think of me as a friend, and 
not a nurse, it will help you tell me what's wrong.  Then, maybe the 
nurse can figure out how best to help you?  Sound okay?"  I nodded, 
cause it did seem logical.  "Good," she said, patting me on the thigh.  
I tensed, when she let her hand rest there for a moment, but continued.

"Well, it's... Mrs. Beck... Denise.  I don't know how to tell you.  
There's this guy, and..."

"Oh my.  A boy," she tittered lightly, then stopped when I blushed.  
"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I haven't had boy problems for quite some time." 
 Her husband, Tom Becker had died about six years ago.  He had been an 
Army captain, and had died in a training exercise when a shell mortar 
flew way off line and crashed into his tent.  She had never remarried, 
but seemed happy with Kyle and Megan, her eight year-old.

"Yeah, I guess it's boy problems," I said, laughing.  "I like this boy, 
and I think he kind of likes me, for whatever reason he won't do 
anything about it, and there's not like there's any reason why he 
shouldn't like me, it's not like it's illegal.  We're really not 
related..."  Shit shit shit shit!  I said too much, and I knew it.

"Oh.  Jason?"  I nodded, sure she was going to tell me how rotten I 
was.  Instead she put her arm around me shoulders and pulled me close.  
I again squirmed a little bit in her grasp, but I was trapped.  Our 
boobs were squishing together, and I thought I heard her sigh as my own 
hand rested on her leg.  She was wearing a white skirt, and I could 
feel her muscles tense and relax under the material.

"Yeah, it's Jason," I whispered.  She looked at me, a bundle of nerves 
and anxiety, and laughed!

"It's okay," she said.  "I'm not laughing at you," she said quickly 
when she saw the hurt look on my face.  "You're right.  The two of you 
really aren't related, but would it surprise you if Jason looked at you 
like a sister?"  I shook my head.  Of course it wouldn't.  We'd been 
living like brother and sister for so long.

"What should I do?  I just want him to notice me."

"Oh, I think he notices you," she answered.  Denise pulled back and 
looked at me intently.  "I think it very likely he notices all of you," 
she said.  "You're a very hard girl to miss, Jennifer.  Especially with 
those leading the way," she pointed at my boobs.

Oh my God.  I felt her eyes on me, but was too nervous to look at her.  
What was happening to me?  When she put her hand on my leg and when I 
felt her boob press into me, I got all squishy and wet.  What if I 
started leaving little wet trails on her exam table?  I'm sure the 
paper wasn't meant for those?

"It's okay," she said quietly, patting me on the leg.  "It's okay.  I 
don't really know what to tell you," she said conspiratorially.  "I've 
never had the hots for my brother."

"What?" I blurted, but she just laughed.

"I'm just teasing, Jennifer.  You're a beautiful girl," she said, 
sighing a little.  "A very beautiful girl, and anyone would be glad to 
have you.  Anyone."  Anyone?  Did she mean she wanted me too?

"So should I tell him?" I choked out, not wanting to think of that 
possibility! I liked boys, dammit!  Although I had to admit she was 
really cute like that.  I think I know why guys have such a thing for 
nurses.

"You should.  But you don't want to be too obvious about it, right?"  I 
nodded, I'd seen what coming on too strong could do.  I'd scared him 
off by being too forward.

"So, subtle is the key?" I asked.  She nodded, laughing a little.

"It's funny," she said.  "Normally I would have told you to dress up to 
show off your best assets."  She giggled and then shocked me by 
reaching out and lightly brushing my nipple, sending a shiver through 
my body, which she definitely noticed.  "But there's no point in 
dressing up when you can just flaunt everything, is there?"

I pussy was turning into a puddle, and when she brushed my other boob, 
every nerve in body jumped, screaming "touch me!"  I think she noticed 
the wild look in my eyes.  If she didn't stop now I was going to attack 
her, woman or not.  School nurse or not.  She pulled her hand away with 
one last look, and we both jumped a bit when the bell rang.  Suddenly 
she was back to Mrs. Becker, professional school nurse.

"Does that help?" she asked and I nodded.

"It does.  I just have to tell him," I stated firmly.

"Good for you.  Now, you better hurry and get to class."  She wrote me 
a pass in case I was late and I headed out the door.  I realized I 
hadn't said thank you and was turning around to tell her, but the words 
stuck in my throat.

To my horror I had left a little wet spot on the exam table, and I 
stared as Mrs. Becker reached down and ran her finger through it.  I 
watched, fascinated as she brought her hand to her lips, and ran her 
tongue over the tip of her finger, tasting my juices.  My pussy gave a 
little spasm as she sucked the finger into her mouth.

I spun around before she saw me and hurried off to art, my mind 
spinning out of control.


CHAPTER TEN - JASON

I was finally able to talk to Jennifer just before art.  She came 
speeding down the hallway just before the second bell was about to ring.

"Hey," I said as she slid past me into the classroom.

"Hey, Jason," she said and gave me a big hug.  Her tits squashed flat 
against my chest, and I could feel the soft hair of her pussy mound as 
she bumped against my thigh.  I could feel my cock responding, and 
squirmed out of her grasp, and put my hand on her shoulder before she 
could feel the beginnings of my erection.

"You okay?" I asked.  "I've been worried about you .  Where were you in choir?"

"I... I wasn't feeling that great and went to see the nurse."

"Oh, is everything... was anything wrong?"

"Yeah.  Probably something I ate," she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

We took our seats.  Like yesterday, there were two chairs in the front 
of the classroom, but today there were no models.

"It seemed silly," said Miss Danforth, stepping to the front of the 
class, "to hire professional models, when we have two lovely specimens 
already walking among us in the nude."  She looked over to where 
Jennifer and I were sitting, her eyebrows raised in question.  "Would 
the two of you be willing to pose for us?" she asked.

I looked at Jennifer and she nodded.  We quickly got up and went to 
stand by the teacher.

"How did you want us posed?" Jennifer asked.  Miss Danforth thought for 
a moment, before pulling me to the chair.

"Jason, sit in the chair like this," she said, positioning me so my 
right leg was almost straight out in front of me, while my left was in 
a more normal sitting position.  "Jennifer," she continued.  "Sit on 
Jason's leg, aimed across his body."

Jennifer sat down lightly on my leg, her hands demurely positioned in her lap.

"No," Miss Danforth said, looking critically at our positioning.  
"Jennifer, reach your right arm around Jason's neck.  You'll need to 
lean against his chest to be a bit more comfortable."  Jennifer leaned 
against me, while I sat there awkwardly.

"What should I do?" I asked, feeling everyone's eyes on me.

"Why don't you try resting your left hand on her hip," Miss Danforth 
suggested.  I did and she surveyed our tableau, eventually satisfied 
with her work, then turned to address the class.

"Students," she said.  "Unlike yesterday, Jennifer and Jason are not 
professional models.  I am assuming this is their first time doing 
something like this.  Correct?" she asked, turning back to us.  We 
nodded, it certainly was!

"You may find," she continued, "that during the course of their posing 
Jason may develop an erection.  If this is true, then draw it.  Your 
goal today as artists is to draw what you see.  Is that clear?  Are 
there any questions?"  The class appeared ready, so she turned back to 
us.  "You may feel the need for a break.  Posing can be a rigorous job. 
 It demands precise positioning and a willingness to bear a bit of 
discomfort, but you must not move if at all possible.  Is that clear?"  
We nodded, and Miss Danforth motioned the class to begin.

Thankfully, because of the positioning, our heads were close together, 
and Jennifer and I were able to hold a conversation without disturbing 
our pose.

"This is kind of hot, huh?" Jennifer asked.  Her left hand was draped 
between our bodies, and was resting on my stomach, much too close to my 
dick for my comfort.  I gulped and nodded.  "Are you getting hard?" she 
asked, a twinkle in her eye.

What was she doing? I groaned inwardly.

"You know I am," I answered.  Why does she keep teasing me?  To my 
horror, her hand slid down my front, until her fingers rested in the 
top curls of my pubic hair.  My cock gave a lurch, and Jennifer giggled 
as she stroked my abdomen, my face red as my shaft elongated and 
swelled.

I saw Jennifer's eyes quickly move to the teacher before her cool 
fingers wrapped around the crown of my dick.  I groaned into her 
shoulder as she massaged my engorged flesh.

"Is this for me?" she asked, grinning slightly.  Before I could move, 
we heard a voice from the other side of the room.

"Is there a problem?" Miss Danforth asked.  "I need you to remain 
perfectly still."

"No problem," answered Jennifer. "Jason had an itch and I tried to 
scratch it for him.  Sorry," she said.

"Hmmm," was all the teacher said.  Finally she nodded.  "Continue, but 
please, try to remain motionless."

"Stop it," I hissed as quietly as I could.  "That's not nice."

"Party pooper," Jennifer answered, but she let go of my dick, for which 
I was thankful.  We didn't talk any more, but I became aware of every 
tiny movement Jennifer made.  Her breasts pressing against my chest, 
the heat from her pussy as she sat lightly in my lap.  My eyes nearly 
popped from their sockets, I'm sure, when I saw her nipples had swollen 
to twice their normal size.

Jennifer saw me looking and giggled as I watched her tits jiggle in 
front of my face.  I closed my eyes and groaned.  I didn't know how 
much more of this I could handle, but was saved when Miss Danforth 
finally called a halt to the class.

"That's enough for today," she said.  "You two may break the pose," she 
said to us, and I quickly helped Jennifer  off my lap.  I'd forgotten 
about my erection, but it didn't escape Miss Danforth's attention.

"I'm sorry, you seem to be in a rather... excited state at the moment.  
Did you need someone to give you relief?"

Jennifer looked at me expectantly, but I shook my head.  "It's okay," I 
answered.  "School's almost over."  Jennifer looked disappointed, but 
didn't say anything about it.

"Sorry about that," I said to her as we packed up our books.

"Sorry about what?" she answered.

"My dick."

"Oh.  I thought it was a nice compliment," she said, smiling at me.

"What?  No... it's just that you were sitting there naked.  It wasn't 
about you at all," I tried to assure her, not wanting Jennifer to think 
I was the kind of guy that perved on his sister.

I just don't understand women apparently.  Hearing my words, Jennifer 
quickly spun and stalked out of the class.

What does she want me to say?  I have no idea, but I'm obviously not saying it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN - JENNIFER

I was confused and angry after art class.  I felt like I was throwing 
myself at Jason and all he did was let me down easy.  I didn't want him 
to let me down, I wanted him to go down on me!  How much more obvious 
could I make it?  I just didn't understand.

Was I just another girl to him?  Or was I his sister?

I was totally confused about it as I went to volleyball practice.  
Practice was cut short all this week, because of the big match coming 
up on Wednesday.  All it would take is one more win and we'd be in the 
state finals.  Everybody seemed to think we had a good chance, but it 
was going to take our absolute best effort.

I guess rules are rules, so after practice I had to shower in the boys 
locker room, which was weird, because I was all alone.  I thought about 
how Jason reacted every time I was around him. Specifically, he'd get a 
huge hard-on, and decided I just had to tell him how I felt.

Jason always has an extra choir practice before and after school on 
Tuesday, so I headed down to the choir room to wait for him.

As I walked down the halls I saw a couple other people who should have 
been in the rehearsal, which I assumed got out early.  As I neared the 
choir room, however, I heard voices and slowed, thinking an extra 
session was going on.

"Oh, God that's good.  Just like that," I heard from inside.  It was a 
girl's voice, and I peeked around the corner to see what was going on, 
and my heart almost broke.

I couldn't tell it was him at first, but it was obviously Jason, and he 
had his head buried between Lori Cambell's thighs, licking her pussy 
like there was no tomorrow.  The were locked in a 69, and she looked 
like she had his entire dick down her throat and was licking his balls. 
 To be honest, I was impressed, because she's a small girl and Jason's 
a big boy, if you know what I mean.

If I wouldn't have been so upset, it would have been pretty hot, and I 
found myself watching Lori as she squeezed her tits around Jason's 
dick, letting him fuck her boobs.  He sprayed all over her face and 
chest, and I almost ran into the trash can hurrying out of there so he 
wouldn't see me.

I was a complete wreck when I got home.  Thankfully Samantha and Mom 
weren't anywhere to be seen, so I could mope around the house without 
anyone asking me any questions.  I heard Jason come in, but closed the 
door to my room as quietly as I could.  I heard him calling for me, but 
didn't answer.  After acting like a fool around him all day, he was the 
last person I wanted to have see me crying.

The rest of the evening was quiet and uncomfortable.  Mom dropped 
Samantha off, but had to work an evening shift, so at least she was 
gone.  I wanted to watch some television, but Jason and Dad were down 
there, and I didn't want to be around anyone, so I went up to my room 
and read a book.  Eventually I got tired and went to bed.

End Tuesday

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