Chapter 116: School Again! Argggg!

After the two weeks off, the mission I can’t remember, the clinic and then the weekend at Lenny’s house, I really hate having to get up to go back to school. The principal is a complete dick!

Just the idea of going back to school had me in a funk as I showered, zapped the peach fuzz off my face, brushed my teeth and rolled on some deodorant. At breakfast mom and dad tried to ask me about the clinic and the past weekend, but they could tell I was in a funk.

“David, as much as you might want to revert back to your past ways of shutting everyone out, it won’t do you any good this time. You will always have bullies and dumb jocks around. Do your best to ignore them. Focus on working out your frustrations at the dojo with Annie and Crystal. They both said they are going to drive you hard to take advantage of your growing body and the ease by which you can build muscle. They intend to bulk you up as well as make sure you stay well coordinated as you get taller. It is up to the three of you to work out the schedule which fits best with school work and martial arts training. If your school work starts to suffer then we will have to temporarily restrict the visits from your friends,” dad told me. “You will still be going to the gym and/or dojo.”

Mom added, “The school is completely wired for video and sound now. Regardless of what was in the papers or explained at the school board meetings, there are cameras covering every inch of the school grounds. I didn’t believe it until we both got an anonymous email on our work email, home email, texts and in voice messages. All arrived simultaneously. As soon as we clicked the link we were taken to a site that allowed us to view every single camera. Someone added in a lot more cameras than what was on the plans and paid for off the books to have installed. Whoever sent the link showed there are also cameras showing every toilet, sink, changing room and shower. On another tab there were the exterior cameras that overlap all of the exterior school grounds. There are even cameras covering the flag pole at the top and bottom. The email told us that if there was even a hint of anyone doing any form of bullying or similar crap as what was pulled on you, the responsible parties would be dealt with harshly. It specifically noted that should the incident in question be caught on the “hidden” cameras, they would be reported to a special unit created secretly to handle resolving these matters quickly. No one at the school or county, except those on the special unit know those cameras exist.”

When mom went up to finish getting dressed dad told me that once they had gone through the site all of the links they had been sent just vanished. At the same time they found an app installed on their phones as well as their computer. It lets them access almost all of the cameras. Then more quietly he told me that a pop-up came into my computer with a similar link to the one they had been given. It created another link on my desktop to a part of the site where every single video camera was recorded at a secured location. I could watch all of the footage from any of them I wanted. They would be kept at the secure site for four years and then moved offsite to a vault to keep them for thirty years. The final thing he said about it seemed the most important as it concerned me.

He told me how he got a private email that said I would never be seen on any of the recorded video footage unless it was needed to protect me somehow. If there was a reason I needed to be on the videos, then I would be. He had no idea what that meant or how it could be done. All he knew for sure was that the email “vanished” as soon as he looked away from it after reading it.

“David,” mom called out from her bedroom door. “You aren’t the only one getting hit with very rapid changes to your body. I doubt you have really noticed Chrissy lately, but puberty hit her hard over the last two weeks. Her mom complained about not only having to get a new bathing suit for her, but all new summer clothes. Even her panties are three sizes too small now. Please go over there to be a good neighborly big brother to her until school ends for the summer. She really is having a hard time, as you will see this morning.”

Interesting ... At Christmas she was a normal undeveloped little girl. How much could she have changed since we chatted at the bus stop two weeks ago? Might as well go see what mom is talking about. I think I have heard enough girls bitching about what has happened to their bodies to be of some help.

I still had an hour before I needed to go the bus stop. I looked out at Chrissy’s house to see that her mom’s car was there and all their lights were on. I grabbed my backpack and headed over.

When I was just about to knock at the door Chrissy’s mom opened it to pull me into a big hug.

“Just exactly who I needed. Chrissy has changed a lot since you two played doctor over Christmas. A lot of it was hidden from even me because she wore loose shirts most of the winter,” she told me with a big grin. “Please help me here. She has turned from my sweet little girl into a hormone filled puberty monster. Can you see if you can get it through her head that the school will send her home wearing the clothes she has on right now, especially since she isn’t wearing any underwear? Also help me get it through her head that she doesn’t need to cake on makeup to hide the world’s tiniest pimple. Be warned, David. When she isn’t having a tantrum she will most likely be on the bed working out her frustrations.”

I went down toward Chrissy’s room to find her just how her mom said. She was on her back with her legs spread. Her shorts weren’t the only thing that was too tight. Her loose sleeveless blouse did nothing to hide her now tennis ball sized breasts. The buds went from being pale little girl nipples to now being a dark pink. There was no question they were now rock hard and showing through it clearly.

Over on her dresser I saw she had a pair of the loose jogging shorts I had seen girls at high school wearing. Beside it were three sports bras and two plain white bras. It was obvious that she didn’t have on any panties under her tight shorts not with her fighting to pull them down enough even try to work out her frustrations.

When I got closer I saw exactly what her mom meant about the makeup. Instead of actually hiding her zit, with some of the special makeup made for that purpose, she had put on so much other stuff that she now looked like a clown.

If she is going to put on that much makeup she might as well make red rings around that zit so no one can miss it.

I waited until I saw her tense up and lift her butt off the bed before I let her know she had company.

“So did that help take the edge off the cranky,” I asked.

She jumped. I thought she was going to scream. In a second her mind caught up enough to have her rushing at me to try to get my belt undone.

I grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head and said, “Whoa there Chrissy. First, you are still too young for me. Second, you look like a clown with a zit. Lastly, you smell like slut. A cheap slut. Get your ass naked right now. Go get a shower and wash all of that crap off your face. When you are done we can talk. Ok?”

Showing not a bit of modesty, Chrissy stripped off her shirt. She tried to get out of her shorts, but they were so damp she couldn’t get them loose. As I helped her fight the way too tight shorts down her legs I got a strong whiff of her scent. It had a pretty strong bite to it that gave me instant wood. It didn’t matter to my dick that I had no intentions of doing anything with her, ever. After she stepped out of the shorts she turned around and stood there with her hands on her hips and feet wider than her shoulders. She had definitely popped out and gotten hairy between her legs.

Wow she really had been hit by puberty hard.

“See! I’m not the little girl I was at Christmas! I’m bigger inside too. I checked. We can do it finally. It won’t hurt now,” she said excitedly.

Before I could her stop she demonstrated.

I let her unzip my pants and fish out my boner as she told me, “I can take it inside me now David and I really, really need to do it with a boy. A wiener has to feel much better than the other stuff that fits in me now.”

While I knew I wasn’t hung like any of the guys in gym class yet, I knew I too was bigger than back at Christmas. After her finger nails dug into me one time too many, I pulled her hands away. I quickly dropped my shorts and underwear. She was reaching under my shirt for my dick as soon as I straightened up.

“What happened to it,” Chrissy asked as she was comparing my size now to what she remembered. “That won’t go inside me! It is too big!”

I saw we had very little time now, before our busses, so I striped. I led her toward the bathroom down the hall, got the shower started and pulled her inside with me. As I worked to get the caked on make-up off her face, she washed her hair. While the conditioner did its magic, I explained to her that when she last saw my dick I was developed enough to be able to cum, but it was not much bigger than the boys in her grade at school. Just like her body had quickly matured in the last few weeks, so had mine. She wasn’t happy about my dick getting bigger. All this time she thought she could get what she remembered inside her now. Still, Chrissy did accept that my dick would continue to get bigger than her vagina could take until she got as old as me.

Accept, yes. Happy about it, no.

“By the time I get to be as old as you, you won’t even look at me anymore. I will just be another freshman girl at school and you will be a senior,” she said sadly as we dried off.

Countering her complaint I said, “If you keep growing like this, I won’t have a chance to get near you. The boys will be swarming all over you. All this happened in two weeks. Imagine how great you are going to look by summer?”

While I had been getting the caked up makeup off her face I had rubbed the head off the tiny zit on her forehead that was just a bit above her nose. It was still a little red, but nothing like it had been before. At the sink I brushed out her hair and then found a small bottle of the stuff I had seen girls at school using to hide their zits. It was the same color as Chrissy’s skin tone. I used a cotton swab to put a tiny dab on it to hide it. She reached for some lipstick, but I pulled her hands away.

“Nope. You are in sixth grade Chrissy, not some child hooker getting ready to troll for Johns on the street corner. Girls looking to be screwed by an eighth grader go around wearing tons of makeup. Cute sixth grade girls use lip gloss and that is all the makeup they use. Well except maybe the tiniest bit of the stuff I put over your pimple,” I told her.

Chrissy’s mom looked a bit shocked as I walked out of the bathroom as naked as Chrissy. I told her I was going to get Chrissy dressed so she could get breakfast before time to get to the bus. I didn’t miss seeing her mom’s nipples getting hard as she looked down at my dick briefly.

In Chrissy’s room she started to grab the shorts she just took off. I stopped her before she got a chance. I found a big pile of obviously new panties in her top drawer. I got a loud pink pair that I handed her along with the orange running shorts with yellow trim. She gave me a mad look, but got dressed without saying a word. In another drawer I found one of the spaghetti strap type tank tops that had a sort of soft built-in bra. It was like the ones I remembered would fall free when a girl leaned forward, showing off all of their tits. I had to dig though the rest of her dresser and then closet, but I still didn’t find what I wanted.

I had been so focused on getting Chrissy dressed that I was still naked when her mom walked in. She handed me a clothing store bag from the mall and said, “There are eight of the shirts I know you want in the bag. I say you go with orange shirt. As pale as her breasts are it will really make them pop. Next time we go clothes shopping you are coming with us David. Nothing like a boy Chrissy and I trust to help her make sure any boy that looks towards her will get a boner if she wants him hard.”

The orange shirt was perfect. It was very loose and the neck hole was so large it would just cover up one of her normal style bras when she sat up straight.

“But no one will see how big my breasts are now or even look down below,” she said pouting.

I smiled, grabbed her camera and said, “Go sit on the floor like you do when you have to stay inside for recess because it is raining.”

She was doing exactly as the girls had done in sixth and seventh grades when they were just starting to get tits and hair, but not yet realizing that they were no longer little girls. She started out cross legged as I got dressed. By the time I was sitting on the floor to tie my shoes she had moved her legs around to be just like I wanted. I hit the button on her phone to take a quick set of pictures before she could react. Then I had her stand up as I sat in her chair. I told her to untie and then tie her shoes. Instead of bending at the waist, she squatted down and then leaned forward a bit. I got to see down her shirt, but not get a look at much. I moved the chair back beside her desk, had her sit down on it and reach into her bag to get her notebook out like she would when sitting at her desk at school. That got the shot I wanted and had three shots, with flash, straight down her shirt.

“Now take a look at what I saw with you dressed in the clothes you are wearing,” I told her as I went to the first pictures. “The first three clearly show all of your pink panty covered crotch. These five were as you jumped at the sound of the camera. The last one clearly showed one of your inner lips and the hairs along that side. The last ones from the top show your tank below your shirt when you tied your shoes. When I had you lean to get your notebook, the tank underneath fell forward. You can clearly see your buds and boobs clearly. You don’t have to go in wearing tight shorts without panties and shirts that show your boobs through them. It isn’t safe to do that. Some of the older boys may think you are giving it away and they will take you off somewhere to rape you. That is one of the reasons the school sends girls home who are dressed like you were when I came into your room. What you have on now will show them more and you won’t get in trouble. Plus if you get really horny the loose shorts will help give you enough air between your legs to help dry your wet panties as well as dissipate your strong scent.”

She headed off with her school bag to eat breakfast. Her mom blocked me to from leaving Chrissy’s room.

“David we have two things to discuss this morning,” she told me.

Uh oh.

She had to have seen the look of dread on my face because she pulled me into a hug before saying, “I have to admit I was a bit shocked to see you coming out of Chrissy’s bathroom naked, but neither of you seemed to care. That is good because she has been ruining a lot of vegetables lately. That brings me around to what I wanted to talk to you about. Chrissy adores you. It is not a crush or love interest, but a full-fledged incestuous big brother worship. I was just outside the door when she realized your penis had grown since she last saw it. Your mom told me how at Christmas you weren’t much more developed than the boys in her class. Remembering when I was at the same point in puberty she is now I found out that I could easily take a boy larger than you are if I took it slow at first. I’m pretty sure you know she is developed enough now for full penetration of your still developing penis. She was definitely ready to try it when I sent you back here. Still, you treated her like a little sister. Now that said, it was good that my brothers and I never showered together after I turned eight. It wasn’t that my parents would have stopped us, we just didn’t want to be naked around each other anymore. You got her dressed better than I dressed at her age and I really appreciate it. I am going to clear out her room of everything that is too small for her now while she is at school.”

She told me to stay put as she quietly slipped down the hall to look into the kitchen and then come back to me just a silently.

“I had to check before I talked to you about the other matter I wanted to discuss,” Chrissy’s mom said in almost a whisper. “I saw you when you were erect before your shower. I know boys worry about their size all of the time, so let me tell you that you are almost as big as Chrissy’s father. He used to ring my chimes every time we had sex. I know I am an old woman at thirty-three, but I do have the same needs as any woman. Your mom told me about how you have girls lining up hoping to get a chance to have you slide between their legs. She also told me about how hard it was on you during the dry spell you had after saving some ungrateful, snot-nosed whiney brat from some men on your way back from Washington. I did some of my own asking around about you. Everyone says that as far as they know you are still a virgin. Girls have been talking you up, but no one has ever said they heard you bragging about any of them. We both know that you have been sleeping with a lot of girls and somehow even have the stamina to make sure they are well taken care of before you are down for the count. I want you to know that if you ever have another dry spell that I have no problem stepping up to show you what none of your lovers know about yet. The last time I was with a man was a month before Chrissy was born. I’m probably smaller inside than she is right now. I know that I can’t even get the smallest size tampons inside me anymore. Plus as much as I would love to have another child, I can’t. I made sure my tubes were cauterized so there wouldn’t be any chance of that happening, especially by her father.”

I didn’t say much other than to say I am glad I could help show Chrissy how a girl in sixth grade should be dressing and acting. We walked toward the kitchen as I told her about the types of trendy clothes girls were wearing in middle school last year that showed off everything without making it blatantly obvious. One of the most popular ones had been loose sun dresses that would be held mostly in place by their braless boobs. When they leaned forward the material would fall forward to give a good cleavage view down to where the stretchy material over their boobs was pulled tight across them. Then there were the boy shorts panties. If bought two sizes too big, they would fit fine as they left the house, but by recess they would only be held up by her butt, not her hips. That would give a good inch or two gap that would show off her pussy. Her mom said she knew something better that would do something like that, but pretty much show off Chrissy’s whole crotch from her butthole to above her pubic hair, if she wanted them to. Otherwise a tiny clip could be moved to make them tighter on her hips like they have in little kid’s pants.

When we got to the kitchen Chrissy was back to working out her frustrations. Instead of letting her finish I pulled her hand out of her shorts. It went right up under her nose.

“YUCK! I know what I smell like,” she said with disgust.

I replied, “If you don’t get yourself under control, so will everyone on your bus and at your school. It is many times stronger to everyone else than it is to you because you smell it all of the time. Plus if you let it build up all day as you flash your tits and panties at the boys, you will go off like a bomb when you get home from school, if you don’t get off because of the bus bouncing all over from the potholes.”

“Or sneak off into the bathroom during class. Then you can pat yourself dry,” her mom added.

She blushed as she looked down and finished her breakfast quickly. As we walked out to the bus stop I put my arm around her shoulders. Her arm went around my waist.

“David, look,” she said as we were almost to the bus stop.

Chrissy had already managed to figure out the right way to move her shoulders, hips and body to make it so that her shirt and tank was free of her breasts. With the sun shining down her shirt now I clearly saw her little pert beauties. She giggled because she knew she was giving me a show.

At the bus stop she went over to the girls she normally talked with as I waited for the high school bus. There were a few middle school boys standing a little ways off on the sidewalk in front of one of the houses. I had to try hard not to laugh as she sauntered, yes sauntered, over to the group of boys. She asked some question that got the boys looking toward her. I could hear her juices squishing around as she leaned forward between the boys to ask the question girls have teased boys with forever.

I will never get why girls do that!

“Hey Will, do you think Tara is cute? She says she really likes you. Have you kissed a girl before? If you think she is cute and you say you will go with her she might let you kiss her,” Chrissy teased.

Like any of them heard a thing you said after you leaned forward and hunched your shoulders to make sure your shirt dropped down enough to let them see all of both tits, and not just a good bit of cleavage. Maybe now you will see I what I meant when I got you dressed.

One of the boys, not Will though, said, “Chrissy. Uh. Your boobies are showing.”

That, of course, made her look down. I couldn’t see her face or the expression she faked. I didn’t need to. I have seen many girl’s faces when boys said the same things to them over the three years I was in middle school. Acting all innocent, Chrissy pulled her shirt back into place, called him a creep, turned and stalked back over to the girls angrily. That got her going off in a diatribe about how boys were creeps. Well, all of the boys besides me.

It must be something girls get from millions of years of genetics. They want boys to look at their bare tits and then get pissed off as soon as they notice a boy looking or he says something. Or is it that they have to act mad about it to keep from getting a reputation. I don’t think I will ever know.

After Chrissy settled down I noticed they were all whispering as well as moving closer to me.

I should have seen it coming and yet still I was blindsided by it when it happened.