Anyway, I guess we'd know soon enough just how much fucking she really could take.
“This is not just a sex party,” I announced first, though. “It's a new club. A secret sex club for students. The Student Sex Club. All of you were chosen to be the very first members, the first secret members.”
Margie, my young partner in crime (because that's what it probably was), walked boldly into the middle of us all.
“I know some of you,” she said, looking to each boy. “When my brother says it's a secret club, he means it. We'll all get into big trouble if even one of you tells anybody else.”
I took over again.
“The first rule of Sex Club is: there is no Sex Club.”
Which got a lot of nervous laughs. Every one of us had seen Fight Club, of course, and it got the point quickly across.
I then added, “As I already told most of you, dues are $2 a week, for girls or boys, and my sister and I will decide who we invite to join. Or not. But any of you can suggest new members, and we'll all discuss it at our meetings. Is all that clear?”
One of the boys I'd brought raised his hand.
“What about the bigger kids?” he asked, a tall rangy boy named Ray. “We don't want them in here, pushing us around.”
A bunch of agreement erupted, nods and 'Right!' called out, the girls as well as the boys not wanting the trouble that older students would bring. Or maybe the girls just didn't want to compete for attention with the more-developed girls.
I couldn't tell.
I quieted them all down. And I noticed Patty was sort of casually staring at nothing, but at the same time had her dark eyes on the crotch of my jeans, wondering, I hoped, what it'd be like to get together with me.
Then she noticed that I'd noticed, bit at her lower lip and looked away.
“Let's keep the bigger kids out,” I said. “It should be 4th-grade, 5th-grade and 6th-graders only. Okay?”
Which got a lot of nods of further agreement.
“Danielle with the big boobs in our class is supposed to be, uh, real interested in sex,” another of the 6th-grade boys, Mike, brought up. “I heard she did it with three guys on the field trip last November. I'll bet she'd join.”
“Good thinking,” I agreed. “I'll talk to her at school on Monday.”
But I knew what he really meant and didn't want to say.
Danielle was the 6th-grade slut, a hot 12-year-old pass-around-pack who never said no. We'd heard she'd even screwed a few full-grown adults. But if Mike'd called her a slut or a whore in front of everybody it'd be guilt by association, or something like that, for my kid sister and her two friends.
I mean, the three girls were only here to get fucked by all of us boys, after all. So what did that make them? Not actually sluts, I liked to think, but rather…sexual adventurers. That sounded right.
Or maybe just girls who knew what they wanted and decided to get it.
“We've got about two hours,” Margie told everyone. She was being her usual bossy self, which worked well in this case. “We're using Justin's bedroom, but somebody's got to stay out here to watch for my parents. Just in case.”
The boys all looked to one another, but no one raised a hand.
I knew only a couple of them had done anything even remotely sexual before, so they were all anxious and nervous. But not one of them wanted to miss out on anything that might take place.
To help calm their nervousness, I'd earlier told each of them they could just watch if they wanted, most of them never having seen a real girl naked before. None of them wanted to miss that in my bedroom, either.
And they all were dying to see actual fucking, though I could tell they barely believed it would happen. Or really expected it. They all seemed certain something would screw our party up before the actual sex started.
Little did they know. With my oversexed 4th-grade sister and her girlfriends involved, there'd definitely be real fucking.
“We'll do fifteen minute shifts out here,” Margie suggested. “To watch outside. And whoever watches first will be the first one to fuck Becky, as soon as his time's up. She'll just do blow jobs in the bedroom, waiting.”
To which, Becky laughed.
“That sounds like fun,” she admitted.
“Let's show the boys what they're getting,” Margie said, smiling wickedly.
And my little sister suddenly pushed up the 5th-grader's tee-shirt, over her bra, then unhooked it in front so Becky's bare breasts burst free with a jiggling bounce. They were spectacular, I'll say that, especially to boys who'd never seen any bare boobs in person before.
Which would include your humble narrator.
Every boy in the living room froze, me, too, our eyes glued to Becky's sweet-looking young tits.
“Look how nice they are,” Margie said, taking one in each hand. “God, they're so big and firm! And her nipples are huge!”