At the house, Rachael made sure everything was going OK. She offered to help with my homework. She'd gone to third grade once. It wasn't her intellect that brought us closer together. It was boys. She couldn't help herself when she made a boy buckle to her will. She couldn't wait to tell me, after she got off my bed, went to the door, looked both ways, and quietly closed the door before jumping into my bed, with me by the time I was going on twelve.

"What?" I'd say.

I knew there was something spicy coming.

She'd hug me close and begin talking excitedly into my ear.

"You won't believe this when I tell you. Do you know Jim Favor?"

"I think so," I said, not knowing him but wanting the gory details.

Since I was about ten, Rachael has been doing an experiment to see how many boys would show her their penis if she asked them to. Now, I don't know much, but I do know, at fifteen, my sister has become what middle school boys call, 'One hot tomato.'

She doesn't know why boys will expose themselves on request, but most boys she thinks will, do it. She can't be sure why they are so eager to show her what has now become an erection. By the time it's on display, it is quite hard.

"I've thought about it. I don't want to do it with just any boy. He should have a nice penis, one that suits me. Would you show me yours?" she explained.

"I was leaving lunch and ran into Jim Favor. He immediately stopped to talk."

"Rachael, you're looking pretty nice today," Jim said. "What have you been up to? I haven't seen you."

"A little of this and a little of that, Jim. How's football?"

"Not so good. I got injured in the Good Council game. I'm not practicing."

"You're just the guy I need to talk to. I'm collecting data for my own use, and it difficult to find boys who don't look at me like I'm kidding them, but I assure you I'm not. How are girls supposed to get information on boys if they don't ask them right out?" I said, laying the ground work for him to be helpful.

"Boys can be naive. You know that, Rachael. The guys on the team have two things on their mind. Girls, food, and winning the next game."

"Well, it's the girl's part that fits with my investigation. I want to find a boy who doesn't look like a dirt bag. He needs to have a nice smile, be intelligent, and where I'm running into trouble, I want to like the look of his penis."

"His penis?" Jim said with a gulp.

"Yes. You're all supposed to have one, but how do I know ahead of time that he has a penis I like? I'm not going to take anything he happens to have in his pants. I've got standards. I'm trying to get a look at what a penis looks like on a guy I might be interested in. No sexual intent involved here. Just take a look see at the boy's penis if I feel some attraction thing going on there. Can I see yours?"

"My penis?"

"Now you see my difficulty. Why do boys think they should hide them from a girl that might want to have a roll in the hay with him?"

"Jim took my arm and we went outside around the corner of the building. As soon as we were out of sight of the front door, he was unzipping his pants, and I could see he was getting hard while he reached in for it. Josh, it was so thick. Not long at all but bigger than a soda can."

"Did you touch it?" I asked, trying to hide my own erection.

"You know me too well. I did. It was so hard. I wouldn't even attempt one that wide. You'd never be able to screw anyone else. You think I'm too forward?"

"No. I think you're just right. How many does that make?"

"Three. One long one that looked like a torpedo. One not as long but thick. That one had a rather substantial vein running along the top, and Jim's looks like a bull frog. The skin was so soft and his penis has really hard. I had to touch it."

"What did Jim say?"

"When I touched it, I squeezed it. Clear liquid ran out of the pee hole. He got sort of weak in the knees. I told him I was late for class. I left him standing there with his penis out."

Rachael was at high school now. I was in middle school, and the best part was, when she got a boy to show her his penis, I looked for his brother in gym. When we're in the showers, I can size them up. Usually, what Rachael described on a boy's older brother was true of the brother in school with me.

Taking gym and seeing all those boys naked was a treat. I've gotten a few erections seeing really hot naked guys but I've been able to escape without anyone mentioning it. Once I'm in my room, I give myself a good working over thinking about the really hot guys.

My mind is often on boys. Rachael's is too. I suppose that's why we get along so well. I can only dream of doing the things she does to boys, and they stand for it and go along with her ploy. I think a lot of boys want to expose themselves to girls, but they're too afraid to do it. Rachael invites them to do it.

I envied Rachael. She had access to hundreds of boys who were nearly men. I can't imagine a boy turning down a chance to get with Rachael, even if there was only a glimmer of hope she'd go with them

I wouldn't have the nerve to ask a boy to let me see his dick. I spent a lot of time not looking at the boys I was looking at in the shower. I've seen a few almost hard dicks and none is exactly alike.

When Rachael tells me about the latest boy she's seen, if he has a brother, I'm right on it. If I can get a look at him in the shower, I position myself to see how close his dick is to what Rachael tells me about the brother. It does give me a lot to do. Jim Favor had two brothers but I didn't have gym with either one.

I wasn't doing anything I didn't catch a lot of other boys doing. We're all curious at thirteen and this is the first time we're naked with other boys. We're maturing but still don't know how big we'll end up being. Seeing all those shapes and sizes is neat.

The best part of Rachael's experiment is that she comes to my room to tell me about the latest boy, describing him and his dick in great detail. I knew some of these guys and her tales can fuel my imagination for weeks to come.

On some days Kerry and I go for ice cream or a video game before walking home. When I'm in those places, which are close to the high school, I keep my eye out for boys Rachael interviewed. I try to see if I can draw any conclusions from what she says their penis looks like and how they look.

"Otto Anderson has a pretty one," Rachael told me one evening after dinner. "It's reddish and has a squiggly vein on top. Lots of boys have a vein there. His is most prominent. I could see the red hair around it. I caught him when I was leaving school. We went off into the trees next to the school."

"You want to touch it?" Otto said in a husky voice. "I'd let you touch."

"It was so hot. I mean the skin was like he had a fever in his dick. I squeezed it. Almost the same reaction as Jim's. I pulled the skin back and the head was dark red. He had that same clear liquid that dripped onto my hand when I put the skin back.

"I'm close," he said without the husky voice.

"What did you do?" I asked, picturing Otto in my head.

"He was close. I wanted to see if I could get him over the hump."

"Did you?"

"I'm Rachael Crunch, Josh. Yes, I did. It shot out of him. It was like a gun going off. He stepped back and used his own hand to hammer it. He was panting and making sounds deep in his throat as there were three or four more spurts."

"What happened, Rach?"

"He kissed me. He's a little young for me, but it was a tender kiss. And in a weak voice he said, 'Thank you. That was great.' Then he kissed me again."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'Any time.' I left him with his long soft dick hanging out of his pants. The skin was all the way over the head and hung down below it a bit. He was going to stay behind to jack-off again. I left. It was kind of sad. Boys are so horny and they need to do it themselves, Josh. I laughed the other times I got boys to show me theirs. I didn't laugh after I helped Otto out. I think his dick is spiffy."

"How do you know he was going to jack-off?"

"I knew. He didn't put himself away. Other boys were like in a hurry to get it out of sight. As much as they want someone to pay attention to them, they kept the object of the attention hidden. Not how I'd do it if I was a boy."

I knew Ollie Anderson. He was the only redhead in my gym class. When I finally caught him in the shower, I watched him skin his dick back and wash under the skin. He was half hard and I'm sure he wanted to jack-off. I stared right at him, but he was too busy washing himself to notice me. He's a year ahead of me.

Otto ran cross country and I made sure I was at the next track meet at the high school. I kept my eyes on Otto while I could. He had those long shapely legs runners have. I'm sure he shaved his legs. I couldn't see a hair on him.

"How many of the boys you've asked so far wouldn't have nailed you right there and then if you told them to go ahead?" I asked.

"Not many, I guess," she said.

"None. Once a boy is hard, and he has a beautiful girl touching him, it's all over but the fucking, Rachael. Otto is the All-American Boy. I bet butter would refuse to melt in his mouth. He's Mr Clean. He was ready to rock and roll."

"Yes, and if he'd pushed it. I'd have done him. I got him in that condition. I think I like his the best so far."

"Most boys who expose themselves to you, dream of having you."

"I'm sure you're right," she said. "I've resisted so far, but I wouldn't mind it now that I know what's available. A girl should find out what it's like before she signs up for lifetime of screwing the same guy."

"Drawn any conclusions yet, Rachael?"

"I've seen maybe ten dicks. No two are alike. I want to see if I can find a few that are close to what other boys have," she said thoughtfully.

"Be careful, Sis. Some boys are going to want to force the issue, once you get them hard. They think they have the right if a girl gets them hard."

She heard what I said but she didn't reply to my warning.

Rachael's survey to see how dicks looked had turned into seeing how they felt. What she did for Otto went way beyond the seeing. She entered the land of the doing, and I sensed that a boy like Otto would be able to bed her if he played his cards right.

I didn't dream of being with Rachael in some sexual way. I dreamed of being Rachael and getting with all the boys who wanted me. I suppose that was the difference between us. I wouldn't hesitate to go all the way with a boy. Rachael was cautiously curious and the caution was wearing thin.

* * * * *

I felt like Rachael was honest with me. She told me about her most intimate thoughts and what she got guys to do. If I was her real brother, I don't know if she'd have been more honest with me than she'd already been. I was all ears when Rachael talked, because the images were priceless.

As I grew and matured, Rachael and I became closer. It wasn't a plan that either of us wanted something from the other one. We lived in the same house and we had something we liked talking about.

From the very first day, she'd always acted a bit motherly toward me, though she was hardly five years older than I was. It was the role she'd assumed for her sisters, once her mother left Stanley's house. I've never heard that story and I don't want to hear it. I think Rachael was the first person who cared for me.

As I grew and consider and reconsider what I knew about the world I lived in, I thought there could be a place for me somewhere. I was a kid and my place was wherever someone told me it was. The world once swirled out of control around me. I could do nothing but hold on for dear life, and there were times I wondered if I might be better off dead, but I wasn't dead, and life was still happening.

Besides, if I'd died without going to Stanley's, I'd miss all those wonderful dick stories Rachael told. I was a boy and Rachael was a girl and we both thought about boys most of the time.

I thought a lot about Kerry Kane. We were together most days. We were on the way home from eighth grade, when he asked, "Want to see my house?"

"Sure," I said, thinking after all this time, I'd never see where he lived.

He'd never been in Stanley's either, but I wouldn't take him there. There was a big difference between the Kanes having all boys and Stanley having girls.

Kerry led me up a path where he opened a gate a half mile before we'd reach Stanley's driveway. We'd passed that path a hundred times. I didn't know where it went. This was how Kerry got home from school before I arrived.

He closed the gate behind us. There were fences dividing the property into sections. We walked for a while as he explained about alpacas. They raised them and he and his brothers took care to feed and water them.

As we walked, we came to a hay wagon. A hay wagon isn't that interesting, but there was a guy using a pitchfork to throw down hay to a boy on the ground.

"This is Kasey. That's Karl up there. He's the oldest. Kasey came next. I'm the youngest. This is my friend Josh," Kerry said loudly.

Karl traced my eyes to the spot below his belly button that had my full time attention. Karl was sweating. Not having on a shirt, I could watch the sweat dripping down into the top of his jeans that hung so low, I could see the beginnings of his pubic hair.

He had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen. Maybe that came from me wishing those jeans fell down so I could see his dick. I could hear Kerry talking, but Karl was like a spider, and I was the fly.

Karl's shoulders were wide, his waist almost non existent, and unable to hold his jeans up. The trail of light hair below his belly button dropped into the top edge of his pubic hair. I couldn't look away.

I couldn't look at Kasey. He was too close to me. I could tell they had similar bodies, and Kerry's body wasn't unlike his older brother's. Kasey might have been a bit heavier than Karl. Both of them were hot.

Kerry was talking. I wasn't listening and my eyes were glued to that spot below his belly button. What was wrong with me? I needed to get control of myself. Karl stared back at me. He knew what I was looking at.

I prayed he didn't say what he knew about me to his brothers. Kerry and Kasey had to see what was fascinating me. As I pulled my eyes away from the front of Karl's jeans, he stopped me dead in his tracks.

Karl shoved his hand down into his jeans. He was playing with his dick.

My mouth dropped open. My eyes went right to where Karl's hand was, and he was looking right at me.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," Karl said, removing his hand to go back to tossing hay down to Kasey.

"Come on, we'll go to the house."

I was reluctant to leave. I was afraid I'd never see Karl again. That wouldn't do, I thought, as I took a look over my shoulder at him.

Karl was standing on the closest edge of the hay wagon to me. His jeans had fallen down around his ankles. He was Jacking off. His dick was hard, long, and thick. I wanted to throw him down on the hay and suck his dick.

I'd never been harder and my jeans poked out with the evidence.

I was horrified. What was Kerry going to say about Karl's reaction to me?

Once I was looking at Karl again, he smiled. He knew I'd look back. He knew I was hot for him. I was sure Karl knew I was queer. He knew he could get me to do anything he wanted me to do. Karl knew I was ripe for the taking, and he could take me any time he liked.

It wouldn't be soon enough for me. At thirteen my hormones were raging and Karl had the cure.

He didn't get off. He did stand straight up and feel his balls as I watched. He turned and pulled up his jeans, grabbed the pitchfork. He tossing more hay down to Kasey, who also had his eyes on Karl.

"I'm sorry," Kerry said as we got moving again. "Karl's a bit forward. He's seventeen. I think when boys gets to be seventeen, they lose their mind. He's too good looking for his own good, and he knows it. That's what you end up with."

"Oh," I said, not knowing if that was true or Kerry made it up to make me feel like I hadn't been staring at his brother's dick.

I knew what I knew and I thought I knew what Karl knew about me. I don't think Kerry knew anything, and Kasey saw it all. No wonder Kerry never took me to the farm before.


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