“Just relax,” I told Patricia, who smiled to me. “You'll get kissed plenty before we're through here.”
“Just spin it,” Sharon cut in, with a subtle glance towards John. She was clearly anxious to get another chance at him. “Come on.”
So I spun the vibrator and landed on Patricia, who shrugged and laughed. I spun again and landed on Tony, the little 8-year-old instantly delighted. He smiled widely to both of us, maybe not believing his good fortune.
“I choose the hall closet,” I announced. “For Patricia and I to kiss Tony.”
And his eyes lit up at that.
I handed the kitchen timer to John, then said, “It's for a minute, as soon as we close the door. And all of you can listen.”
“Okay,” he said.
So we all traipsed over to the hall coat closet and I led both Patricia and Tony into it, where the night-light was still on. John turned the kitchen timer to one minute and I pulled the door closed, well aware they were all listening to us.
Little Tony was kneeling on the carpet, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but Patricia scooted right up next to him, on her bare knees as well. She took his face in her small hands and kissed him on the mouth, keeping her lips pressed to his for several long moments.
When she pulled back, I could see the erection he again had in his super-hero pajama bottoms.
“Don't let your sister know what's going on just yet,” I whispered to the boy, then lifted my halter top again so he could see my bare tits. Talk about getting his full attention. “Okay?”
He just nodded with a bright smile, his eyes glued to my stiff nipples.
But I surprised both kids by reaching out and pulling down Patricia's pajama bottoms, leaving them down around her knees. Even in the dim light, her hairless sweet cunt was right out in the open for him to see.
“Touch her pussy,” I told him.
And the little redheaded girl nodded to him, spreading her knees wider within the tangle of her pajama bottoms. As I'd known, she was clearly all for it. And in the close confines of the closet, the faint young odor of her rising excitement was obvious-the little redhead was already wetly lubricated and ready for anything.
“Stick your fingers in me,” Patricia encouraged him. “Tony, go ahead and touch my pussy.”
But when the boy didn't react right away, but rather just sort of stared at her young crotch, I took his small hand and lightly pressed his fingers against the gentle bulge of her cunt.
Patricia smiled her approval, and when I pulled my own hand away from his, she let him explore her slick little slit to his heart's content.
“I like your fingers there, Tony,” she told him. “They feel really good.”
He swallowed hard, but nodded, so I slid my hand into the front of his bright pajama's and took his hard little dick in my fingers. It throbbed immediately at my touch, jerking even harder, it seemed, and I gave it a warm squeeze.
“Does that feel good?” I asked him, gently tugging at it. “Tony? Can I use my mouth to suck on it?”
He didn't know what to make of that, I realized, but before he could respond, we heard John call out, “Time!” and the hall door closet was suddenly thrown wide open, bright light flooding in.
Of course, the only one shocked to the core at discovering what we were doing was Tony's big sister, Sharon.
“My God!” she gasped. “What are you doing in there?!”
I gave her a little shrug and a smile, then slid my hand out of her kid brother's pajamas as Patricia quickly pulled up her own pajamas. But there was no way Sharon hadn't seen exactly what had transpired.
“Tony, get out of there!” she almost screamed at him. “I don't believe this!”
“We said anything, remember?” I told her calmly as the three of us came out of the hall closet. “As long as the person went along with it. Your brother liked what Patricia and I were doing…”
And the dark-haired little 8-year-old boy agreed.
“It was fun, Sharon,” he insisted. “I really did like it.”
And I gave the girl a knowing look.
“We all heard you liking it when Patricia showed you how the vibrator worked,” I told her. “In the closet. We were listening then, too.”
Tony laughed.
“We heard you breathing real hard,” he informed her.
She just gave her little brother a withering look for taking our side of it, but then exhaled slowly and finally walked back into the family room and sat back down in the circle. She folded her arms in front of her, as if she wouldn't play anymore, but when the rest of us joined her, she grabbed the vibrator.
“It's my turn,” she told us, in no uncertain terms, even though it wasn't.
And no one disputed it when, instead of spinning it, she purposely turned it to point right at handsome young 11-year-old John next to her. She looked to each of us, as if daring us to say anything, but I gestured for her to get her kiss from him.
Sharon got up on her knees and turned to him, kissing him quickly on the mouth.
“There,” she said. “Who spins next?”
As if she didn't realize it was John. He smiled warmly to the girl, then did exactly as she'd done: simply took the vibrator and pointed it at her without spinning.
“Get your 5-second kiss,” I told him, knowing where this was going. I added, “We'll all count.”
But John knew better.
“I choose the closet to kiss Sharon,” he said, handing me back the white kitchen timer. “One minute, I think.”
“Right.”
He took her small hand and led the pretty little 9-year-old brunette to the closet. She was smiling like crazy. Blushing, even. With all four of us remaining to listen, I set the timer and John pulled the door closed.
But instead of merely listening, I had a better idea. I usually did.
“Tony, you and Alan listen and tell us if anything good happens,” I told them, with a quick look to Patricia. “We'll entertain you both at the same time.”
And as the two boys pressed their ears to the door, I slipped down Tony's brightly-colored pajama bottoms, exposing his hard young cock to my eager eyes for the first time.
It was as small as I'd expected, but so rigidly stiff it was almost twanging with excitement. The tiny raised section on the underside of it was even visibly pulsing like mad. But my attention was focused on the smooth oval head of it, the part of his penis I knew to be the most sensitive of all.
I took it into my mouth, his breath catching in his throat.
In that same few moments, Patricia already had Alan's skinny erection not only sticking out the front of his underwear, standing at attention as rigidly as Tony's little boner, but already in her eager mouth.
She and I sucked both of their dicks wetly and quickly, slurping our lips even, both Patricia and I experts at giving boys such oral pleasure. We both knew a very wet mouth was the secret, keeping our mouths as slippery as a slippery hot pussy.
Young or old, that was the best kind of friction to apply when it came to giving a superior blow job.
Tony kept his ear pressed to the door the entire time, but his eyes were keenly watching me sucking on him, but every now and then cutting over to watch Patricia doing to same to her older brother.
He was getting a real education, that was for sure.
When the kitchen timer went off, I yelled 'Time!” but took an extra half-second to get the boy's lower halves covered up again. It looked as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
Of course, their erections were still more than apparent.
I again cautioned Tony to say nothing, to which he nodded. He was getting pretty good at the secret stuff.
When I pulled open the hall closet door, John and Sharon were both standing at it already, waiting to come out, both clearly disheveled and worked up. She was smiling slyly to herself at whatever had happened.
But she was choosing to ignore the large erection John still had prodding the front of his underwear.