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Donna Reed 

DONNA REED: The Facts of Life

By Uncle Mike

     The children were at school and Donna and Alex Stone were 
having lunch together in their neat kitchen when Donna 
broached the subject.

     "Jeff's growing up to be quite a man, isn't he?"

     "A man?" Alex almost spilled his coffee; he put it back 
down, careful not to stain his lab coat, before he went on. "He's 
not a man yet, is he? He's only -- what, 11? 12?"

     Donna hid a smile behind her own coffee cup. "He turned 12 
last month, dear, remember? And, well, I know 12 isn't really a 
man, but it won't be long now. ... So don't you think it's time he 
learned things?"

     Alex stared at his wife. "Things? He can't drive until he's 
16. What's he got to learn now?"

     "The facts of life, dear. The birds and the bees? You know."

     The doctor's face turned a delicate shade of pink. "Yes, I 
know them. But -- I mean -- well, isn't that what we send him 
to school for?"

     "Now, Alex, you know they don't teach those things in 
school. What's the matter? You've done this before, haven't 
you? When your patients ask you questions, what do you tell 
them?"

     "To ask their parents," he said quickly, then stopped. "Er, 
but, that is -- you did such a good job of telling Mary, why 
don't you take care of Jeff, too?"

     "Mary is a girl, dear -- or haven't you noticed?"

     "Of course I've noticed. I'm a doctor. I mean -- but  --"

     Donna cut off further debate. "I found a stain in his shorts 
this morning that I'm sure came from a wet dream. We can't 
put this off any longer. I've told Jeff that you have something 
to discuss with him and you'd do it after dinner. That's enough 
time -- if you need to brush up, I mean." With a chuckle, she 
cleared the table and herded her husband back to his office.

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     Jeff was waiting in his bedroom when his dad came up after 
dinner. Their discussion was short and, to Jeff, very confusing.

     "Your mother said it was time you learned about ... things," 
Jeff's father began. "Birds and bees. That kind of ... thing. Here." 
With that, he thrust into Jeff's hands a heavy, dusty old book 
and left the room quickly.

     The title, what Jeff could read where the gilding hadn't 
worn away, was "Medi al Ency lop d a & Syll bus." Puzzled, Jeff 
opened the thick book up to a page marked by a sheet torn from 
his father's prescription pad and started reading -- or trying 
to read. The words were long and unfamiliar, and the pictures 
weren't much help: they looked like people with spaghetti in 
their laps -- no, wait, that spaghetti was INSIDE their laps. 
Yuuck, Jeff thought.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     The next day, Jeff dropped in at his father's office after 
school. He told his dad he'd tried to read the book but the words 
were too big and the pictures didn't make any sense.

     "Hmmm. Well," his father said heavily, "do you understand 
any of it?"

     "Yeah, I figure it's about making babies and what mommies 
and daddies do, but that's just 'cause I recognized some stuff 
I've heard kids talking about at school. But I guess I don't 
really understand how it all works -- what the mommies and 
daddies do, I mean."

     "Yes." Dr. Stone glanced down at his appointment calendar, 
which was blank. "I've ... I've got to go over my records right 
now," he said, "but I'll think about this and talk to you later."

     "Tonight? After dinner again? Maybe if I could just ask you 
..."

     "Well, we'll see. Maybe not tonight."

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     It was three days later when Dr. Stone finally trudged up to 
Jeff's room after dinner, this  time carrying a thin brown paper 
bag. Jeff was at his desk building a model airplane and barely 
had time to turn around before his father tossed the bag onto 
the bed and turned to leave. "There, those ought to help," Dr. 
Stone said over his shoulder. "You study those awhile. And if 
you have any questions ..." He left the sentence hanging as he 
closed the door after himself.

     Curious, Jeff picked up the bag and shook out the contents: 
three magazines about the size of comic books, with pictures 
of women on the covers. He started flipping through one: more 
women, but they were naked. And men. And they were touching 
each other and ...

     Each night after school for the next week or so, Jeff hurried 
up to his room after dinner and pored over the books. It didn't 
take him that long to figure out what was going on; he just 
liked to look. He grew accustomed to the things that happened 
when he looked, and figured out that the stuff that came out of 
his penis was the same stuff he'd found in his shorts once in a 
while recently, when he woke up in the morning. Soon he found 
that if he rubbed his penis while he looked, he could make the 
stuff come out even more -- plus that felt pretty good, too.

     In time the books were just about all he could think about. 
Then he started thinking about other women, women he saw 
every day, and what they'd look like naked. He even thought 
about his mom, which he didn't think was very nice but he 
couldn't help it.

     He got even bolder and tried to think of ways to see real 
women naked. There didn't seem to be too many, but he was 
able to do stuff like drop a pencil on the floor at school and try 
to peek up the teacher's dress, or walk over to one of the girls 
in the lunchroom and try to look down her blouse (though there 
didn't seem to be much to see, there).

     One night he even snuck up to his older sister Mary's door, 
while their parents were still downstairs. He crept up to the 
keyhole and peeked in. He got to see her take off her blouse, but 
she had a bra on underneath and before she took that off or 
anything else she moved to the other side of the room and he 
couldn't see anything.

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     Then came one Saturday night. The folks were going out to 
dinner and a movie and maybe dancing after, they said. But at 
the last minute, the sitter they'd hired to watch Jeff had to 
cancel. Mary had plans to go out that night, too, but she had to 
cancel and stay home instead. She was not happy about it, but 
Mrs. Stone insisted.

     After his parents left, Jeff tried to apologize to Mary.

     "Oh, it's not your fault," she said, forcing a smile. "I know 
that. Don't worry, Jeff, I don't blame you. It's just ... well, it's 
just that I had plans for tonight, that's all, and I was looking 
forward to them. Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk. 
Look, why don't you go up and do some homework, like Mom 
said, and then we can watch TV and have some popcorn?"

     "Well, I finished my homework last night," Jeff started, 
"but ..."

     "I haven't, and I need to work down here, so ..." Her voice 
softened. "So just give me a little while, OK? I'll call you when 
I'm done."

     Jeff went upstairs, but not to study. He pulled out the books 
his dad had given him and once again stared at the pictures. 
After a little while, he tossed the books aside and lay back on 
the bed, thinking about stuff.

     He was staring up at the ceiling when Mary tapped on the 
door and walked in. Lost in thoughts, he'd forgotten about the 
books on the bed until Mary spotted them and reached down. 
She got one before he could stop her.

     Her eyes grew wide as she looked through it. "Where did you 
get this? What if Mom and Dad find out?" Even as she said that, 
though, she continued to flip through the book, and Jeff could 
see her eyes flicking from picture to picture.

     "Well, Dad GAVE it to me," he said. "I'm supposed to learn 
stuff from it."

     Mary was dubious. "Learn stuff? Just what are you supposed 
to be learning?"

     "You know -- what's in there. Birds and bees, Dad said. You 
know."

     "Birds and -- Didn't Mom talk to you about that?"

     "No. I think she's the one who told Dad to talk to me, though. 
But he didn't seem to want to talk about. First he gave me this 
big old book, but I couldn't figure out the words. So he gave me 
these." With a wave of his hand, Jeff indicated the other books 
on the bed.

     Mary flopped down to look at them. 

     As she stretched out on the bed and flipped through the 
books, Jeff looked over his sister. In her mid-teens, she had 
already filled out; he knew that from his peek through the 
keyhole. She had smooth, white skin, with just a hint of tan. 
Her legs were long and slender. She had on a plain white blouse 
and a plaid skirt. Underneath, Jeff wondered ... was this his 
chance to find out?

     While Mary was still engrossed in the pictures, Jeff 
cautiously reached out a hand and began to stroke her back. He 
barely touched her, but he could feel the thick strap of her bra 
as he slid his hand up and down. 

     Mary didn't seem to notice. Jeff started massaging her with 
both hands now. He could feel his penis growing stiff and long 
as he did. He applied a bit more pressure. Mary stirred -- and 
sighed quietly. Jeff kept rubbing.

     Emboldened, he even slipped a hand down to her butt. She 
wiggled a bit; he pulled it back.

     But he kept rubbing her back, and as he did Mary's blouse 
rode up and slipped out of her skirt. He slipped his hand down. 
A sizzle went through him when he touched her warm, smooth 
skin. His sister looked back at him then. There was a glazed 
sort of look in her eyes, but she said nothing as she turned 
back to the books.

     Jeff put both hands under her blouse now, pushing it up as 
he massaged her back. His penis was pressing so hard against 
his slacks that he thought they would burst open. His hands 
moved to Mary's sides and he pushed them up further. His 
fingertips brushed against the stiff, scratchy sides of her bra 
cups.  Mary raised herself up slightly on her elbows! Jeff 
eagerly reached for more, moving around to kneel astride her 
and putting both hands firmly on the cups of his older sister's 
bra.

     She was breathing heavily now, and so was he. His shaft, 
pressing through his slacks, rested on the cleft of Mary's 
backside. Tentatively he moved the tip of it back and forth, 
rubbing against her.

     Neither of them had said a word since Mary flopped onto the 
bed. At last Jeff broke the silence.

     "Sis? Do you want to?"

     Mary said nothing in reply, but she rolled over underneath 
him. Her arms surrounded him and pulled him down into a 
crushing, passionate kiss. Jeff kept his lips closed, like he'd 
always done with his Mom and his aunts, but Mary's tongue 
pressed between them and entered his mouth. Soon he was 
pressing back, entwining his tongue with hers.

     Mary's hands roamed his back, tangling in his short hair, 
tugging his shirt out of his slacks. She hugged him to herself 
tightly. Their legs wrestled, Mary's skirt riding up to her 
crotch. Her plain white cotton panties were soaked with her 
juices and they stained the front of Jeff's pants where his hard 
cock pressed against her. His hands snaked up under her blouse 
to her bra. His fingers slipped underneath and their bodies 
shook as he made his way up her gentle slopes and brushed 
against her sensitive nipples.

     Mary broke the kiss and came up gasping for air. "Oh, Jeff, I 
don't know if we should," she said huskily, even as her hands 
were pressing on his buttocks, pushing his shaft against her 
crotch. "I don't think ... uhhhhhhhh!" Jeff cut off her doubts by 
sticking his tongue into her ear; her whole body became 
electrified.

     Soon they were tearing off their tops and pressing their 
warm bodies together. Mary's nipples were hard and Jeff could 
feel them tickling his hairless chest as he and his sister 
twisted on the rumpled bed. Her breasts weren't as big as 
those in the books, but these were real and right there. He 
hungrily moved down and sucked on them, putting into practice 
what he'd learned from the pictures. Mary's back arched as he 
slid his tongue along the mounds and then flicked at the 
nipples that stood out from the small brown aureoles.

     As he licked and sucked all over her chest and neck, Mary 
undid the clasp of her skirt and tugged off her panties, 
twisting and turning until she could kick herself free of the 
last of her clothes.

     Now that she lay naked underneath him, the metal buckle of 
Jeff's belt began to scratch at her fuzzy brown pubic hair. He 
lifted his hips slightly and his older sister slipped her hands 
in, undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper.  Soon Jeff, 
too, was naked, his rock-hard member rubbing against her 
smooth white thigh. 

     "Mary," he said in a whispery voice. "Mary, I want you so bad. 
Now I know what all those pictures mean! Please let me do it 
to you!"

     "Oh, Jeff, how can we?" Mary struggled within herself to be 
the voice of reason, but her vagina was already soaking wet 
and raw passion was surging through every nerve in her body. "I 
mean, we're brother and sister! We can't ... ohhhhhhh."

     Jeff's roaming hands had found her labia and slipped inside. 
Involuntarily Mary began to buck up at him. "Oh, God, yes, I 
want you!" she shouted at last. "I want you inside me! Please, 
please, put it in me!"

     Not waiting any longer, Jeff placed the head of his penis at  
Mary's entrance. After a few false starts as it slipped up or 
down, at last his shaft drove between her lips and into her hot, 
wet tunnel. Almost immediately he felt an orgasm building 
within him, but Mary was bucking up at him so hard that she 
drove his penis through her own hymen as Jeff let go, the warm 
cum filling up his sister's cunt.

     He felt a laziness overtake him, but Mary held him tightly 
to her, refusing to let him go. Very soon his penis began to 
swell again. As she felt her brother's cock fill her vagina 
again, Mary resumed the rhythm. Jeff joined in, heaving his 
hips into the air and driving them down again. Squashy noises 
burbled out of Mary's hole as their juices bubbled out under the 
pressure of his thrusts.

     "Yes, yes, that's it!" Mary shouted. Jeff could only grunt his 
excitement and joy as he pounded away.

     Her hips rose around him, opening herself wider to his 
thrusts. "Oh, God," she said, "I feel like I'm going to split wide 
open!"

     "Should I stop?" Jeff asked fearfully, pulling back so 
quickly that the head of his penis slipped out of her. 

     "No, NO, DON'T STOP!" she screamed, frantically shifting 
underneath him as his cockhead stabbed all around her opening. 
Desperately she reached down and grabbed it herself, guiding it 
to her opening and bucking up eagerly to ram it home.

     "Yes, YES! Oh, YES! Harder, Jeff! Do it harder! Put it all in 
NOW!" Mary's body, soaked in sweat, was gyrating madly. Her 
fingernails were clawing into her younger brother's back as her 
legs spread wide. Then, all at once, she seemed to lift bodily 
off the bed as her groans became a screaming, sobbing bellow 
of ecstasy. "YESSSSSS! Oh, God, oh, Jeff, oh, god, oh, yes!" The 
orgasm shook her body over and over while Jeff held himself 
still, feeling the sensations of his sister's cumming wash over 
his cock and spread through his whole body.

     When Mary's tremors quieted down, Jeff tried to resume his 
thrusting, but she was sated below and his motions were too 
much to bear. He pulled out reluctantly, but Mary could see that 
her little brother was disappointed.

     As he lay next to her on the bed, his shaft still standing out 
straight from his waist, she reached above her head on the bed 
and picked up the books. She leafed through one until she found 
the picture she wanted.

     "Here, Jeff," she said, pointing it out to him. "Do you want 
to try that?"

     He stared at it in shock. "Would you ... do that?"

     In reply, Mary crawled over so that she was squatting over 
his legs. She took Jeff's hard cock in her warm hands and bent 
down until the purple head was just below her lips. She 
breathed on it, washing it with the warm breeze, and then bent 
lower, taking the shaft into her mouth.

     Jeff groaned in awe and delight as he saw and felt his cock 
disappear between his sister's lips. She took it in slowly, bit 
by bit, until he could feel the head bumping up against the back 
of her throat. Circling her hands, she caressed the base of his 
shaft as she bobbed her mouth up and down on it, flicking her 
tongue at the head.

     Jeff closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations as 
she ministered to his erection. At one point she let go and his 
eyes opened in surprise, only to see her grab hold of him again 
like an ear of corn as her lips and tongue rode up and down the 
sides of his penis, at last engulfing the head again.

     He felt the now-familiar sensation of orgasm began to boil 
up inside him. Mary, too, must have felt his penis stiffen and 
engorge, for she tightened her hands around the base, shutting 
off the flow.

     Then she began to shuffle around on the bed, still keeping 
his cock in her mouth. She had turned around facing the other 
way and now straddled his face, bringing the musty smell of 
her cunt to Jeff's face. She ground herself into his mouth a few 
times before he got the idea and began to lick and suckle her, 
his hands grabbing at her buttocks to press her down.

     His tongue drove through the sopping wet layers, pushing 
deeply into the hot folds. Her juices coated his face and every 
so often he had to lift her off slightly and gasp for air.

     All the time Mary was keeping up her stroking and sucking 
on his penis, pressing her lips hard around the shaft as her 
head drove up and down.

     Finally, Jeff could hold back no longer and his cum shot into 
Mary's mouth, pulsing over and over again through his cock. 
Mary swallowed it all and her hips began to grind against her 
brother's mouth until she too orgasmed, stiffening for a second 
and then releasing, stiffening and releasing. The motions 
pulled deep groans from Jeff as Mary's mouth teased at his now 
ultra-sensitive cockhead.  The mixture of pain and passion 
drove him wild and his hands clawed and clutched at his 
sister's slippery wet body. Every nerve in his body seemed to 
be alert; he could feel her nipples pressing against his 
stomach, her hair cascading on his thighs, her legs squeezing 
the sides of his head. It was several minutes before they both 
calmed down and huddled under the wrinkled sheet for warmth 
as the cooling sweat sent shivers through them.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     On their way home from dancing, Donna Stone sleepily 
rested her head on her husband's shoulder. 

     "I forgot to ask, dear," she said quietly. "Did you ever talk to 
Jeff about ... you know what?"

     "Yes, I did," Alex said, keeping his eyes on the road before 
them. "And if I must say so myself, I think I did a very good 
job. You know, maybe I should have done this with Mary, too. 
I'm pretty good at it, I think."

     "That's nice, dear," Donna said, and snuggled in closer as she 
drifted off to sleep.

     









