The Secret Channel
mc; mg; oral; inc
We hadn't been out of school on summer vacation for a whole week when my best friend Pete invited me for a backyard sleepover. Having survived the seventh grade finals, I felt I needed a vacation. Two thirteen-year-olds in a tent pitched in the backyard sounded perfect.
On Friday I grabbed my sleeping bag and a change of clothes before heading to my retreat. Pete informed me that he had something "special" planned. The last time he said that, he had found his father's Playboys and taught me to masturbate.
When I arrived at my destination, I discovered I was not the only guest. Pete's little sister, Wendy, had invited the class hottie, Gina, for a similar weekend. I figured having around a pair of twelve-year-olds just promoted from grade school would put a damper on the campout. I was overjoyed to hear they were playing hotel and staying on the second floor the whole time.
I also discovered Mr. Campbell was out of town in the middle of a two-week business trip. That left Mrs. Campbell alone to deal with us. Pete promised that he and I would be no trouble at all. I couldn't believe she bought that.
After a dinner of beans and franks, we retreated to the tent and had the first opportunity to be alone. "So, what's this surprise you got planned?" I asked as I sprawled out on my sleeping bag. "Did you find some new issues?"
"Not exactly," he said in almost a whisper. "It's a secret, a big one, so huge I almost can't keep it."
"So, spill."
"You'll find out tomorrow. But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Never, Pete. My lips are sealed." Seeing that subject was on the back burner, I asked, "So how did Wendy get connected with Gina? They don't seem the type to hang together."
Pete's little sister might have been a brat whenever I was over, but at school she was the timid mouse. She was the only naked girl I had ever seen, only because she lost a bet to her brother. She was still the slender little girl with mousy brown hair I had ogled that day. Cute enough, but nothing to think about unless she hit that growth spurt.
On the other hand, her new friend Gina already had caught the attention of older boys. She flaunted her honey blonde hair and manicured nails, teasing the junior high boys. Somehow she could wear shorter skirts than any of the other girls and made the cheerleader squad a year earlier than any of her classmates.
I could see Pete drooling over the girl, but couldn't understand Wendy having any common ground with her.
"Do you still like my sister?"
"Yeah, I guess. Is she in on the secret?" I kept wanting to bring it up so he would crack.
"She knows, but wasn't sure about tomorrow. We'll see."
Pete pulled out a deck of cards, and we played poker for a while. Then he turned out the lantern, and we turned in. He said something about an early morning.
Looking out the flap, I saw the light go out in Wendy's room also. Kind of early for a slumber party. Perhaps not everything went as they planned.
"Bobby, wake up." I heard my name and felt my body being rocked awake.
"It's too early," I said as I squeezed my eyes closed again. "I just got to sleep."
"It's time," was all he said. Then he unzipped the flap and exited the tent.
"This can't be happening." I had spend the first part of the night speculating on the secret, the second part dreaming about my conclusions and the third trying to catch the elusive Gina, only to be thwarted by a naked, though blurry, Wendy.
"Come on," said Pete as he stuck his head back in the tent. As I reached for my pants to pull them on, he added, "You won't need those for now."
I squinted at him, finding him just in his boxers. If it was good enough for my host…
Once outside the tent, we scurried across the yard, hoping the dim light of the just breaking dawn covered our movements. "Shhh," he quietly shushed me as we opened the back door.
Once inside he pointed to the powder room off the kitchen, "You first," he said.
As I peed, my mind raced as to his intentions, landing on a plan to invade the girls' room. While he took his turn, I adjusted my boxers. If I knew these would be my only attire, I would have put on a bigger, better looking pair.
"Follow me," Pete whispered as he rejoined me.
Disappointment set in when he led me to family room. "Quickly," he said as we entered with Pete shutting the door behind us. He then turned on a dim lamp and then the television. "Help me with the coffee table."
We dragged the table out of the area in front of the couch, leaving a void between it and the television. "Put the big pillows on the floor," he said as he picked up the remote control.
Never in my wildest dreams had this been the scene I expected. What, were we going to watch some pornos at 5 in the morning? I think I'd rather go back to sleep.
On the screen, Pete was entering a password, a rather long one, unlike the child lock one. When he hit enter, the screen displayed a countdown timer with writing encircling it. At least I figured it was words, though none of the letters looked familiar.
"What the fuck, Pete?"
"The first part of the surprise. It's a show from a hidden broadcaster in somewhere in Europe, I think. It comes on every day at this time, so almost no one knows about it. But I got the passcode and watch it every day." Then he added, "I hope you like it."
We stood there, watching the revolving text, ignoring everything else. That included the doorknob quietly turning. As the door squeaked open, I jumped out of my skin.
I waited for Mrs. Campbell to yell at us. Instead, it was Wendy and Gina, standing there in matching white leotards. The former closed the door, locking it as she did. The latter stared at me with the sexiest gin on her face. It wasn't until she asked, "Is he happy to see me?" that I realized she was referring to my little man peeking out the boxer fly.
Before I could get embarrassed, Pete positioned the three of us to stare at the set. I got to watch over Wendy's right shoulder while he had the view over Gina's left. She glanced in my direction, giving me a wink. I noticed her small mounds had a little point that hadn't been there before. "Watch the circling letters," said Pete as he tried to resume control.
Even though the floating logo didn't make sense, I continued staring and felt my mind getting sleepy. As the timer reached 0:00, my eyelids drooped, almost like I was under a spell.
A scene set in a large empty room replaced the title screen. Seconds later, a perky blonde in a light gray leotard jogged into view and stopped center stage. She spoke two or three sentences that I could not make out. "Is she speaking French or something?"
"Not sure," hissed Pete. "Quiet and listen."
Wondering why I needed to listen to someone speak in a foreign language, I decided to concentrate on the chick. She looked young enough to be in high school, pretty enough to be in my wet dreams, and bossy enough to recruit four helpers, a boy and three girls to be in the background of the shot. These new faces wore the same garments, boxers and leotards, as we did.
After a few more remarks, the instructor started to do jumping jacks. After two jumps, her helpers joined, and then strangely, so did the four of us. I was doing morning exercises and couldn't do a thing about it.
Jumping jacks begat toe touches begat squat thrusts and several more in between I couldn't recall. The toe touches were memorable because I concentrated on Wendy's cute little butt and the thrusts encouraged my cock to stay exposed.
After several minutes of vigorous movement, the screen family ceased, and retired to large pillows scattered on the floor. Pete and I claimed the pair we put down while the girls sat on our laps. For Wendy, this included my engorged member rubbing against that cute butt. She moved just enough to let me know she liked it.
The hostess began relating a story to the enraptured kids, with the youngest girl sitting on her lap. As she dramatically retold the story, I noticed her right hand massaging the chest of the lap sitter. It wasn't until Wendy sighed that I noticed I mimicked the same motions on her chest. Looking over, Pete had Gina's small mounds under similar tactile attack.
Both girls were enjoying our stimulation when the story abruptly climaxed. The hostess made some comment and blew a kiss to the audience behind the camera. The title card reappeared with another countdown time starting at 23:29:59.
"Fuck," I said, making the girls giggle. "Was that it?"
"Patience," said Pete.
Gina readjusted her position, straddling my best friend, before giving him a kiss. Wendy asked, "Do you mind?" before assuming the position on mine.
I had always thought of the girl on my lap as the little sister I never had. Even during the lost bet incident, I hadn't thought of her sexually. But after a half hour exercise program, I was ready to fuck her bones. It was only the last ounce of willpower that kept me in check.
As we kissed, I noticed the countdown timer start to spin wildly. Minutes spun like seconds and hours like minutes. Or even faster. In three blinks of an eye it read 2:00 before resuming a saner pace.
"I told you to be patient," said Pete. "Now everyone return to the ready positions."
We did as commanded, though I gave Wendy's butt a pinch while we stood there. She turned around and gave my exposed shaft a flick. I was so grateful she hadn't gone for the sensitive head.
Before any other hijinks ensued, the title screen disappeared and we returned to the seemingly empty room. A few seconds later, the sexy hostess popped up, dressed in a light orange leotard. In that shot I could see she wore nothing underneath.
A different set of assistants joined her, and we began with the jumping jacks again. Like the last time, the hostess flopped down on the cushion. However, two of the girls snuck up on the lone boy, pulling his boxers to his ankles. The on-screen players broke out in riotous laughter as the boy stepped out of the undergarment. He then placed it on his pillow and sat down. One of the girls gingerly sat in his now exposed lap while the other two snuggled up with the hostess.
Wendy and Gina exchanged a quick glance before turning toward Pete and me. Each girl knelt and raked our boxers down our legs. Like our model, we then sat on the boxers with our chosen girl on our lap.
The hostess began telling another story. Instead of a chest massage, she (and the boy) unzipped the leotards in the back and gently rubbed the exposed skin. We did the same. My fingers brought shivers to Wendy as I touched her spine. Just as I was getting the hang of it, the hostess finished, blowing us another kiss. And the screen reverted to the countdown timer.
Wendy spun around and looked deep into my eyes. "Kiss me, Bobby," her expression pleaded. While my lips locked onto hers, her hand encircled my cock and gently slid up and down. Not enough to bring me to a climax, but just right for keeping me hard.
"It's starting again," said Pete after several minutes of the makeout session. We took our positions for jumping jacks. I had never done them naked before.
The hostess reappeared with her original crew, and we did the familiar set of exercises. My jumping jacks proved a bit enthusiastic as my cock flailed around much to the amusement of the girls.
As we sat down, the hostess unzipped the girls again, this time pulling their arms out of their sleeves. The girls let the top portion hang down with their pink nipples exposed. While the hostess related the story, the helpers first rubbed and then licking the nipples of their partner. Unable to resist the action, I did the same to Wendy. My attention to that task was so great, we missed the hostess tossing the kiss to her. In fact, only the change in theme music signaled the fourth episode had started.
While we hurried to jumping jack position, the show changed it up. The hostess had her demonstrators pair off and the partners help the girls off with their leotards. This left the hostess the only one clothed.
Pete and I knelt and helped our partners remove their garments. That left my eyes closer to Wendy's bare pussy. I mentally compared it to the memory of the first time I saw it. Her lower lips had plumped a little and soft peach fuzz had made its appearance. My nose detected the sweet smell of a teen girl. I could have devoured her whole right then and there.
But first we had to exercise. This time one of the partners started on their back with knees extended like doing a sit up. The other partner then held the ankles of the first. Instead of the first then sitting up, the second lowered the head between the outstretched knees to give head to their partner.
Pete and I started on our backs while the girls licked and sucked our cocks. In a few minutes, we switched positions, and I ate my first pussy. Pete brought Gina to a climax just before the hostess signed off.
We cuddled while we waited for the countdown timer to do its speed up, but this time it retained the time. There was no fifth episode for the day. Disappointed, we put our boxers or leotards back on and headed back to our sleeping quarters. Only one of us had a happy beginning to the day.
After breakfast we stayed in two spots, not wanting to get tempted. That truce lasted until a couple hours after dinner. While Pete and I played poker in the tent, the girls waited for Mrs. Campbell to turn in. Then they snuck out to join us.
"Where did we leave off?" asked Gina. She pulled her pajama top over her head and cuddled up to Pete. Wendy did the same to me.
"I fold," I said, holding a pair of jacks. I'd take this pair of queens any day.
Wendy and I kissed passionately while fondling each other. Somehow, a little voice in my head told me that was as far as we would go…tonight. I brought her to a mild orgasm before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
"Bobby, wake up."
When I heard Pete's voice, I thought it had all been a dream. When I felt Wendy's warm breath on my ear, I knew it had. A wonderful, real life dream.
"It's almost time for the show," said my best friend. Squinting, I could make out his form sitting up with Gina's silhouette behind him.
"All right." As much as I wanted to sleep in, I wanted to see the next episode even more. "Wendy," I whispered in her ear. "Pete says it's time to get up."
Her eyes batted a few times. "Oh, Bobby, I had the most glorious dream. We were together making a baby."
"No time for that," interrupted her brother. "Come on."
On shaky legs, we stole across the grass to the house. Inside the half-naked girls snuck up the stairs while Pete and I used the powder room. By the time the girls returned, we had the family room set up for exercises.
"No leotard this time?" asked Pete.
"It was fun without it," said Gina. "Besides, they would just come off again."
While Pete fiddled with the television, I kissed his sister. Surprisingly, Gina took my cock in her hand. "Can I have a kiss, also?" she asked.
I obliged, but not wanting to offend Wendy, I tried to made it short. Instead, she joined us in an awkward move.
"It's on," said Pete, oblivious to our threesome wakeup kiss. We broke the embrace and took our jumping jack positions.
On the screen the countdown timer hit 0 and we saw the studio once again. The hostess appeared in a light pink leotard that clearly showed her dark nipples underneath. In her hand she held a foot-long purple dildo that she gestured with. I wished the program was in a language I could figure out or at least had subtitles.
Her quartet of assistants joined her, naked as we had left them the day before. With a gesture, the hostess had the two smaller girls assume sit-up positions while the other pair did a few jumping jacks. Wendy and Gina lay down with their feet toward each other. That way they could turn their head to view the instruction.
When the boy and girl dove in between the legs of the reclined pair, Pete and I did the same. I had developed a taste for fresh pussy.
Wendy reacted to my tongue with sighs as I let instinct guide me. I felt her quiver several times before she nudged me with her thigh. I looked up and she pointed to the screen.
The boy ended his oral ministrations and began to crawl up her body. Know what was coming next, I did the same until I had reached the next position. Wendy's hand took my cock and guided it to her opening. "Fuck me," she whispered.
Needing no other encouragement, I pushed into her slit. No barrier stopped me, though the wall resisted my advance. Slowly, I worked them until I could advance no farther. From her expression, I sensed she needed time to adjust. So I waited for her permission.
It only took a few moments until she said, "Go ahead."
I tried to be gentle, but my hormones kicked in and we fucked like minx. She had a huge orgasm just as I painted the inside of her womb with my seed. I heard Pete's grunts stop at the same time. We looked up to see the hostess blow us a kiss and the title page return.
Wendy held me inside of her until the next episode started. We sat there a bit dazed and wondered what could top that.
"Let's switch," whispered Gina. To my surprise, and delight, Pete nudged me away from his sister.
"It's all right," said Wendy. "I like to fuck my big brother."
That explained the lack of a hymen. I switched places with Pete and turned my attention to the screen. The hostess had the two remaining girls positioned on their hands and knees. At first I thought they we going to do push-ups. But when the boy knelt behind them I knew it was something else.
I watched the hostess insert the purple dildo between the lips of the older of the three girls. Mimicking her, I entered Gina's sopping wet canal. I didn't care it was sloppy seconds, only that I was inside the beautiful girl.
I watched my compadre do his sister, and the four of us came almost simultaneously with the hostess blowing us a kiss. We collapsed together in a big mound. Pete clicked off the television. There would be no more instruction today. Then again, what else was there to learn.
The sleep hormones overwhelmed us, and we slumbered together.
I heard the doorknob turn and the door creak open. My first thought was to jump up and cover myself. But it was a bit too late for that.
"Oh, my," said Mrs. Campbell. I figured we were in big, big trouble. Then she said, "It worked." And I was at a loss for words.
She pulled out a phone and started to speak. "Dr. Powers, this is Amelia Campbell. I just wanted to tell you, I have two successful cases for your experiment… Yes, my daughter and her friend… They have juice dripping from their pussies… Two teenaged boys… Yes, good gene pools… I'm sure the products will be quite impeccable… Yes, I'll encourage them to continue until we have a positive test… Right, we could start another batch while we wait. Good idea. My daughter has lots of friends just starting puberty… Goodbye for now."
The door closed with a faint click. I tried to make sense of what I heard. All I wanted to do was fuck the girls as soon as they woke up.
When we woke again, I tried to tell the others about the one-sided conversation I had overheard. I couldn't; something prevented me from speaking. Instead, I fucked each of the girls one more time before we cleaned up to go home. I thanked Mrs. Campbell for the best weekend ever. If she wanted me back, I was sure my parents would love to get rid of me.
For the rest of summer, I had a standing invitation. Every weekend I camped out with Pete, either in the tent or, if it rained, right in Wendy's room. By then, both brother and sister had been brought into their mother's fold.
A few weeks later, Wendy proudly showed me her positive test. The first of many I saw. By my count I fathered at least seven by Labor Day, if you forgive the pun. Pete probably had a few more. When school started again, a quarter of the girls either had a baby bump or at least a glow about them. By Halloween, the Secret Channel had leaked out and had a fair number of subscribers. Pete and I weren't going to be the only fathers.
By Spring Break, the first babies were born. By a strange coincidence, to a girl, every mother put their little one up for adoption. Once the school year ended, the girls returned to their normal, though promiscuous lives.
I never met Mr. Campbell, he disappeared mysteriously about the time his daughter got pregnant. The first time, that is. No one seemed to miss him.
Pete and his family moved that summer as did Dr. Powers. And with them the Secret Channel disappeared. I was sad to see them go.
I did still have Gina. We waited to have our first baby together until she was sixteen. (Yes, little Rosie was a keeper.) Now that doesn't mean we didn't practice. A lot. The program on the Secret Channel stayed with us always.
