Baker Family Fun
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Chapter 4: Paul's Story
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Paul's Story - Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Aunt Nephew Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism Slow
[Author’s Note: “Chapter 5: A Happy Meal?” was posted on this site in error, as Chapter 4. That happened about sixteen hours ago. It was MY error, and this below is the CORRECT Chapter 4, Paul’s Day. Chapter 5 will be reposted again in a few hours, I apologize for the confusion.]
The next day, I woke up slowly. Sunlight was streaming through the window, a welcome sight I’d missed during my apartmental exile. I checked the clock: 7:52? What?
I heard a couple of light knocks. “Mike, can I come in?” It was Paul Lincoln.
“Sure, Paul, but close the door behind you,” I asked.
All six and a half feet of him stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“Were you expecting somebody else?” he asked.
“I was just being careful; I’m not dressed. Do you mind turning your back while I find some pants?”
“Sure, Mike.” He turned, and I pulled on some plain white briefs and a cheap old tracksuit with frayed cuffs and a couple of stains.
“OK.”
“Ooh. Mike, you looked better without those, uh, clothes. Look, I’m your oldest friend. I’ve missed the shit out of you, and now that I’m here, you’re making me nervous.”
“Nervous? What do you mean?”
“My great-grandmother used to say, ‘nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.’ I thought you’d be happy coming home to your old place and reconnecting with your old friend. Would you rather I go home and leave you in peace?”
“Oh, no. Paul, please stay. I’ve become really self-conscious while we’ve been away. You don’t know what it’s been like.”
I watched Paul’s friendly, open face, and suddenly my chest was tight and I had trouble expressing myself.
“Mike, it’s OK. Let’s go back so I understand. You moved farther into the city, to an apartment.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” I went on to discuss the school, my sister, and sleeping on the living room floor every night with no privacy.
He asked, “Not even to...” and I nodded my head. “There was only one bathroom, and they would complain if I took more than a minimum time in the shower.”
“So, no privacy?” When I nodded, he said, “Mike, why don’t you take a minute for the bathroom? I’ll wait here.”
When I returned, he continued.
“Mike, I can’t even imagine not having any private space for years. No place for, uh, personal play, right?”
“Yes, you understand,” I said, relieved.
“So when we proposed nude swimming, that’s why you freaked out?” Paul asked, showing more awareness.
“I guess. I wasn’t thinking very clearly. I was so afraid. I haven’t seen Emma, my mom, or anyone else naked since I was about ten. Only nudes on my phone’s little screen—images are so small they look like moving postage stamps, with no detail.”
“Of course, I understand that. But, Mike, there’s something else about being naked that you’re worried about.”
“Oh, God! I’m so embarrassed; I don’t want to say it.” How did Paul know?
“Mike, I’m your oldest friend. I want to be your best friend again, now that you’re living next door to us once more.”
“I know, and I feel the same way. If I tell you the other thing, it has to be a complete secret to everyone else. Promise me!”
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