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Usually Mom made the porridge, but not this week. Ever since she’d started a new job and was leaving the house early in the morning, it was usually Maarten who made the porridge for himself. And, reluctantly, for his twelve-year-old sister as well.
Maaike was sitting at the big table in the living room, finishing up the last few bits of her homework, when Maarten quietly stirred his porridge. At fourteen, he felt responsible—or so it seemed, because his thoughts were all over the place.
Last night he’d watched some horny videos on his laptop, which had made his penis rock-hard in less than a second: men ejaculating all over women, alone or in groups, but the semen always ended up on their breasts, on their faces, or—and this was by far the hottest thing for Maarten—right into their mouths.
Ever since he’d started jerking off a few years ago, he’d been addicted. That wonderful feeling of release, his warm, sticky cum flying through the air in thick streams and then landing on his desk, or on his stomach, or in a tissue… Maarten’s eyes were fixed on those gorgeous naked female bodies, which were also being covered in cum on his screen, women catching it on their breasts or in their mouths… Good heavens, how exciting that was. Slutty, whorish, horny… And even now, as Maarten stood stirring the milk for his porridge, his thoughts drifted back to the ejaculating men. He himself was now jerking off at least once a day. He was a teenager, a boy. Usually in the evening, often in the morning too, sometimes two or three times a day. Maarten had a throbbing, aching cock in his pants that sometimes wanted nothing more than to release its excess semen.
And the warming milk in the saucepan looked suspiciously like semen. Diluted, admittedly, but still. Of course that was because of his sick thoughts, but…
Deep inside Maarten’s pants, something had come to life. While stirring with one hand, he scratched and pushed with the other. And it all happened right there in the kitchen… He had to be careful, of course; Maaike, his twelve-year-old sister, was sitting a few feet away in the room and… He just didn’t want any trouble.
Just to be safe, he glanced over his shoulder, but the coast seemed clear. Maarten had already turned off the fire. The teenager couldn’t resist; he slipped his hand into his pants and gave his cock a nice, firm squeeze. Savoring the moment, he closed his eyes as his hand moved gently back and forth inside his pants, stroking his now rock-hard cock…
“Is the porridge ready yet?” Maarten heard his twelve-year-old sister call from the living room.
Maarten looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, almost.”
Maaike. Maarten got along pretty well with his younger sister. In fact, he wouldn’t know what to do without her. She was funny, kind—you could even call her sweet—and always up for a game when he was bored. Maaike had grown recently; and—it was hard to miss—she suddenly had boobs. At first, they were just little points poking out from under the fabric of her shirt, but by now Maarten had noticed she had real ones. Small, but real. His curiosity about her breasts—and, if he was honest, about her entire girl’s body—had increased considerably, even disturbingly so. Just the other day, he’d been peeking at her for a while as she sat watching TV on the couch in the living room, her legs pulled up, giving him a clear view of her white panties. The white fabric was stretched tight over her slit in some places, and in others it hung loosely over certain hollows and folds that only girls had there… fascinated by the subtly moving fabric, which gave him a veiled view of her slit, which was gradually turning him on… To his own shock, he suddenly realized he had a hard-on!
And it hadn’t stopped at just that one time. It had happened a few more times after that. Maarten surely knew that wasn’t right. But hey, what could he do about it?
And now he was standing in the kitchen, thinking about the sex websites he visited every night, and the sexmovies he liked… Also thinking about his little sister. Maaike.
He instinctively quickened his movements. Maarten moaned involuntarily. His hard cock twitched briefly and felt good, throbbing with excitement.
Maarten wasn’t crazy or stupid. If he finished the porridge now and walked into the living room with the bowl, she would definitely see the bulge in his pants. Shit. What was he supposed to do? That thing had to soften …and quickly… but it wasn’t… He had to cum now, that would help him soften the fastest, …in the end… He wanted to; it was simple: it felt amazing, so why not? …Where was the paper towel roll? It had to be here somewhere… His balls were already throbbing and his penis was about to burst; he was going to cum any second. Where was that paper towel roll?
And then a weird, wrong idea suddenly popped into his adolescent brain.
He quickly shook the wring, almost evil thought out of his head. No, that wasn’t possible. It was weird. He couldn’t do… that…
Maarten peeked around the corner into the room again. Maaike was engrossed in her schoolwork—that was one good thing. The boy quickly stirred the porridge again, the porridge that reminded him of watery semen...
The boy grinned and tried to banish the wicked thought from his mind for a moment, a feeble attempt. But once again, he failed. In fact, it kept intruding on him more and more insistently…
Calmly, he divided the milk between the two bowls—one for himself and one for his little sister… His little sister Maaike, who in his mind was smiling at him and playfully lifting her shirt to show him her young breasts… His hard cock throbbed in his pants, his balls tightening for a moment. Maarten gasped for breath, set the pot back down, and grabbed two spoons. Fuck…
And then…
What the fuck, Maarten suddenly thought in a fit of adolescent weakness. He grabbed Maaike’s bowl and moved it closer to the edge of the counter.
The fourteen-year-old boy glanced back one last time at his little sister, who was hunched over her homework, her long locks of hair hanging across her paper…
Then he quickly pushed his pants and underwear down a bit and pulled out his throbbing hard-on. He gripped his cock firmly and pressed himself all the way against the kitchen cabinets. Giving himself one last push, he jerked toward the approaching orgasm. With all this extra tension and dirty thoughts, it didn’t take long before his cum landed deliciously, in several thick spurts, in Maaike’s bowl…
Fuck, that was good…
Large, glistening globs of cum lay on top of Maaike’s porridge. Maarten couldn’t suppress a wicked smile. This was so wrong… But he had to stir it all in well, because this was way too visible!
All done. Maarten picked up the bowls and was about to take them to his little sister in the living room. With his heart pounding…
Shit, wait… luckily he saw it… Maarten quickly set the bowl back on the counter and fished out a stray pubic hair. …That could just ruin everything…
…One more stir…
“Oh, thank you.” Maaike took the bowl of special porridge in both hands and set it down next to her.
Maarten sat down diagonally across from her and, putting on as interested a face as possible, picked up a magazine from the table and began flipping through it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could keep a close watch on how Maaike was enjoying her porridge. Hopefully…
It took a while; Maarten had already finished his own porridge long ago, when it finally happened: Maaike picked up her bowl again and stirred the warm porridge with the spoon for a moment.
And then… Maarten watched his twelve-year-old sister take a first bite, a second, …a third. Then she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, wrote something in her notebook, and took a few more bites.
Maarten stared open-mouthed at his little sister eating her porridge. She hadn’t noticed a thing! It looked like she was really going to eat it all. Maaike took a few more big bites. Then she suddenly looked up. Now she suddenly saw that her brother was staring at her. “Is something wrong?”
“Uhhh…, no, nothing,” Maarten lied with a straight face.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?” Maaike asked. And she took two more spoons of her porridge.
“Does it taste good?” Maarten stammered.
“Yes. Very good. It’s always better when you make it.”
Maarten grinned widely; Maaike continued eating. Now Maarten watched more surreptitiously as the bites went into her girlbelly…
-
“Wow,” Maarten thought once he was back in his room. He flopped down on his bed and thought back on everything that had just happened. Holy shit… He had to do this more often. That had been incredibly hot. His younger sister had just swallowed his entire load of cum. It was all inside her now, and that thought made him strangely proud, aroused all over again, and filled him with an overwhelming sense of guilt. So wrong…
Okay, that last part wasn’t true; Maarten felt no guilt, rather the sensation that something had awakened inside him, something that was screaming for more, to do it more often. The idea that his little sister would eat his cum more often did appeal to him. Wouldn’t that be fantastic?
From that day on, it happened every day. To be completely honest, Maarten did skip a day now and then, but that was always out of necessity. For example, because someone was watching him or he was interrupted. Only when he really couldn’t manage to ejaculate into Maaike’s bowl. But most of the time, nine times out of ten, it worked. And every time, Maarten got a huge, horny kick out of it.
-
And Maaike? She didn’t notice a thing.
The twelve-year-old girl was cute, sweet, kind, and charming. Thanks to her proper upbringing, she had been molded into a well-behaved, proper girl who thought only of modest things. At least, that was the image her parents, relatives, acquaintances, and teachers at school had of her. But believe me, no one is just well-behaved and modest.
Maaike wasn’t some angel sent by God to this depraved earth either. On the contrary.
Maaike had her own naughty little quirks too. And we’re not talking about occasionally snacking on cookies and candy from the pantry or the occasional moody spell of adolescent defiance.
No, over the past year, Maaike had discovered two rather addictive things: the first was a website with sex that she visited almost daily, and the second was something that had been between her legs her entire young life: the pleasure her clitoris could give her. Of course, even before that, Maaike had regularly, often, and for long, intense periods fiddled along her labia and between them, but in the summer of her eleventh birthday, the intensity of the rubbing had increased, and for the first time, it had also brought her to orgasm. While since her early childhood she had mainly been fiddling and unconsciously enjoying the tingling sensation of caressing, rubbing, and fiddling, since last summer, orgasm had been added to the mix. And… how delightful that was! Maaike was addicted. To fingering. And she was good at it. Then, when there, and then, completely by chance, she’d stumbled upon that adult website… Oh man, that was a winning combination!
She’d found the site once on her brother’s laptop, in his search history, when she happened to be there… Ah, that’s not really relevant. She’d seen it there and immediately realized what it might be.
Back in her own room, she’d typed the web address into her browser and… the vast world of perversions unfolded before the then-eleven-year-old girl. All kinds of weird sex popped up on her screen, and like she was in a candy store, she just clicked around at random. She knew how girls’ bodies worked at that age, but young Maaike didn’t see wide-open vulvas and hairy pubic areas that often. Sex toys were a novelty. That all that existed… And that women did all that to themselves… And even let others do it to them. For the first time in her young innocent life, Maaike saw a multitude of penises. In all colors, sizes, and shapes. Wow…
From that day on, she regularly plowed through the junk the internet offered her in unlimited quantities like an insatiable sex junkie. While fingering herself, she discovered more than was good for her, and soon she had developed a preference to look at: sex with big, dark-skinned men and ejaculating penises. She could watch that for hours…
Knowing that Maarten, her brother who was two years older, was watching all of this too, just one room down the hall, made it all even more exciting. Maybe he was jerking off right at that moment, in the room next to hers, watching the same web porn, while she fingered herself. And all that separated them was a simple brick wall. She knew he didn’t know she’d discovered his porn site. Maaike also assumed he didn’t know she visited those sites too. As far as she was concerned, that would stay that way. For sure.
She had looked for clues before. The web links in his search history were still there. Apparently, he was still watching every day. But other than that… No traces of semen, even though he had to have left it somewhere…
And while twelve year old Maaike watched, clicked through, and rubbed herself along her slit, making herself come over and over, night after night, her fourteen-year-old brother Maarten squirted most of his semen mainly into her porridge bowl, secretly, after which he secretly enjoyed the greed with which his young sister spooned it up.
Of course, that couldn’t go on without some troubles.
And it didn’t.
One fine morning—which years later would be deemed memorable—Maarten made porridge again for himself and his little sister, following the original recipe. He set his own bowl aside and moved Maaike’s bowl to the edge so he could add his “special ingredients”…
Just then, Maaike peeked into the kitchen. She had gotten up to throw away a tissue and caught Maarten sliding his bowl to the edge of the counter and pulling his pants down with his other hand. Having become completely accustomed to shooting his load into the porridge over the course of months, he was now acting carelessly and recklessly. The frequent checks the boy had initially carried out to ensure his younger sister couldn’t just see what he was doing, he had lazily let slip. And now Maaike suddenly saw him holding his penis—her brother’s penis, and it was still hard, too!—over her bowl and starting to jerk off. The twelve-year-old immediately knew what he was doing, what was going to happen, and what his intention was: he was going to cum in her porridge!
For a moment she swallowed with a dry mouth, but her young brain was working perfectly and quickly. Maaike pulled herself together and quickly stepped back behind the low wall. Her heart was pounding; she struggled to get her breathing under control.
Wtf… Maarten was going to shoot cum into her porridge. She took a soft but deep breath and peeked around the wall again at her older brother’s actions.
Breathing rapidly, his hand pumping back and forth at lightning speed around his hard cock, he moaned softly.
Maaike had seen this countless times online but never in real life. And now she was seeing it in the flesh, and it was her own brother, no less! And on top of that, her dad! Holding her breath and as quiet as she could be, on her toes… she stood watching… Omg! She didn’t have to wait long, because his thrusting movements quickened and Maarten’s breathing became erratic and strange… Then he growled softly, and she saw, jet after jet, the white stuff shooting out of his glans—right into her porridgebakje.
OMG! He really did it!
-
Shocked and confused, Maaike managed to tiptoe quietly and quickly back to her spot on the couch.
Maarten was already coming over. For the first time, she noticed his flushed face and red cheeks.
“Thank you,” she softly spoke, picking up her bowl of porridge.
All sorts of thoughts raced through her head. Thoughts that struggled to find a proper place in her mind. Her brother… He just had…
Maarten acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, as if he hadn’t just… in the kitchen…
Out of the corner of her eye, Maaike kept an eye on Maarten.
Discreetly, Maaike tried to get a better look at the porridge. Was there anything to see? There had to be, right? She had just clearly seen him ejaculate into her bowl.
Semen… Hihihi…
“What are you laughing at?”
Maaike looked up. “Nothing, just… nothing…”
To prove that nothing was wrong—and above all, so Maarten wouldn’t notice anything—she quickly took a bite. It tasted just like it did every day. There was no trace of Maarten’s semen.
Out of the corner of her eye, she kept an eye on Maarten and thought she saw the corners of his mouth curl up just a little. …A twinkle in his eyes… Was he smiling?
Maaike played it well, even though a thousand thoughts were racing through her head. Maarten couldn’t notice anything; that was the most important thing, so she kept eating. She pretended to look at her schoolbook and read, but with her eyes she scanned the contents of her bowl for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. Didn’t her porridge always look like this? Maaike couldn’t detect anything, not even in the taste. It was just tasty. Very tasty, in fact. But it always was. She didn’t taste anything unusual. Automatically, she took one spoonful after another, and her bowl became emptier and emptier. But her eyes really hadn’t deceived her. She had definitely seen white stuff coming out of Maarten’s penis and into her bowl.
Ew… Suddenly Maaike realized she was eating semen. porridge with semen. Cum. Her brother Maarten’s cum!
She looked up at Maarten again, who was sitting across from her with his legs pulled up and a huge grin on his face. His hand was moving in his lap.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No, nothing. Is something wrong with you?” Maarten replied quickly. “There’s nothing wrong with the porridge, is there?”
Maaike shook her head quickly and convincingly. “No, nothing. The porridge is just… tasty…,” she heard herself say.
Maarten smiled and acted as if he was distracted by his mobile phone. Maaike quickly finished her meal.
-
Back in her room, Maaike realized even more clearly what had just happened: her brother had ejaculated into her porridge, she had seen it, and then she eat it. Another thought occurred to the young girl: was this his first time? Or had he done this before?
She covered her face with her hands and let out a little burp. Oh my God… Could he have done it before?
She walked over to her desk chair and sat down. Staring out the window but seeing nothing, she thought about the porridge, the cum inside it, and her brother’s dick. Man, it was huge! She only now realized that it had actually been a pretty massive dick. Okay, sure, it was stiff, but still: huge!
Maaike felt a tingling between her legs and opened her laptop. Meanwhile, she placed her hand between her legs and moved her fingers back and forth over her clothes, right where her slit was hidden beneath the layers of fabric. As she looked up her favorite website and watched a video of a big, dark-skinned man jerking off while a young blonde girl knelt before him, her mouth wide open to catch the loads of cum, her fingers slipped into her pants… between the edge of her panties and her bare belly, further down…
Maaike slumped back and… “aghhh, hmmm…” Her skilled fingers found their way to the familiar pleasure spots and rubbed her to wet, hot heights… Hotter, wetter, naughtier… “aghhh, hmmm, ahmmm” Thinking about dicks, cum, and porridge, fantasizing about sex, boys from her class who’d forced themselves on her, naked… about her brother… his dick, his hard-on…
Maaike knew full well it was wrong, but that was what Maarten had done, too. And maybe he’d done it before. The jerk!
She fingered herself faster, now sliding a finger into her wet pussy. Maaike sank back a little further and spread her legs; her finger could go deeper now… the twelve-year-old girl moved in and out faster, and she could barely keep her breathing steady… “aghhh, hmmm…, hmmm…” There were squelching sounds coming from her pants… Omg… this was hot… Somewhere deep down, Maaike hoped Maarten would do it again and that she’d see it better next time. That would be so hot! Omg… “hmmm….” She suddenly knew for sure that he’d done it before; it just hadn’t looked like it was his first time. And… secretly she hoped so…
Maaike wanted it more often. And fingering herself for awhile… her body jerked and a heavenly heat washed over her… the girl came, moaning softly…
In the next room, Maarten was having the usual post-coital fun he’d had every time over the past few weeks, after his little sister had spooned up his cum along with her porridge. What a cum slut she was, and how naive she was.
Still, it was strange; today, for the first time, he’d had the feeling that she’d figured it out. In his mind, Maarten briefly went back to Maaike eating the porridge and their little conversation… Could she…? No…, Maarten shook this off. No, his younger sister didn’t know nothing. She probably didn’t even know what semen was and had probably never seen an erect penis in her life…
-
It took a few days before Maaike got to see it again. Mom and Dad had left for work early again, and Maarten had just said he was going to make porridge again.
Maaike waited a moment until she heard the familiar sounds coming from the kitchen cupboard, then tiptoed over to the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and, after the usual porridge-making routine, he rearranged the containers so that hers was right up against the edge of the kitchen counter.
Maaike had to quickly pull her head back when her brother looked up for a moment, but when she peeked around the corner again three seconds later…
Sure enough: Maarten was doing it again! With his hard cock in his hand, he was jerking off faster and faster. Firmly and purposefully, clearly with one goal: to cum in Maaike’s bowl.
This time, Maaike wasn’t taken by surprise by what she saw, and she studied from a distance what he was doing and what his stiff penis looked like.
What did he find so hot about coming in her porridge bowl? Didn’t he mind that he could only do this with his little sister? Why didn’t he do it with other girls?
Maaike had to laugh inwardly when she saw the look on his face as he came and felt a brief shiver. Then something else happened that surprised her; Maarten squeezed the last few drops from his glans, which also dripped down slowly. Into Maaike’s porridge. After that, things suddenly went fast. Maarten pulled his penis, which suddenly went limp and tiny, back in his underpants and took her spoon. It was time to go back to the couch, Maaike thought; she didn’t want to get caught.
Slowly and with great relish, Maaike finished the bowl she’d been given. The bowl whose contents she’d seen being made. Hihihi…
She was secretly amused by his ignorance. That he now thought she didn’t know anything, when in fact she did!
And she suddenly had a hunch why he loved doing it so much. Why it turned him on. Because it turned her on too. Excited and… wet. She suddenly felt it throughout her whole young body. This—the cum in her porridge—was just insanely hot. She understood her brother completely, because she was getting that same naughty, wrong-but-hot thrill from it too. And why her? That suddenly made so much sense too… After all, she was the only girl he could do it with. Who else could he make porridge for? He probably hadn’t had a girlfriend either. Not as far as Maaike knew… Maybe he wanted to do this kind of thing with other girls, his age and all, but well…
There. Done. With a satisfied smile, she set her empty bowl down beside her and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse. “That was delicious. You can make it anytime, Maarten! You make the best porridge in the whole world!”
“Really?”
Maaike saw the twinkle in his eyes. Maybe she’d overreacted a little. Careful… She didn’t want to ruin it now…
-
A week later, Maaike had seen it being made two more times. Without getting caught, and each time it had excited her tremendously. Under her brother’s watchful eye, she had devoured the porridge made with love and lust. Although the times she’d eaten it without seeing “the making of” had been exciting enough in themselves…
But now everyone was gone. Mom and Dad were visiting someone, and Maarten was outside playing soccer with his friends.
Maaike had just stepped out of the shower and felt the way she had been feeling more and more often lately: horny. It was as if a restless, nagging feeling had taken possession of her body and would never leave. And it had felt that way for at least a month. To be honest, ever since that first time she’d seen Maarten shoot his cum into her little bowl….
She had already dried herself off completely, but she wiped again and again between her legs, along her slit… “Hmmm…” Should she…? Maaike hung up her towel and looked into the large mirror. She looked at herself. Her nipples, which could now definitely be called breasts. She placed her hands flat on them and stroked them briefly. She smiled proudly. She grabbed them, looked at herself from the side. Then she turned further. “Nice little butt, Maai… Hihi…” Maaike stroked her labia again and placed her left foot on the laundry basket; her folds parted, and now she cupped her slit with her hand. “Hmmm…” Well. The twelve-year-old girl rubbed a little faster, found her clitoris, and first stroked it gently, with full attention, after that she speeded up and cirkeled around exact the right spot. ‘Ahhh, hmmm, nice…’
Now she sought out her wet opening. Gosh, she was so wet. Over the past few weeks, it had gotten worse and worse, hotter and wetter… She was practically dripping. Maaike placed the tip of her middle finger on her opening and pushed it inside. It had never gone in so easily. Her middle finger disappeared completely inside her in a second. With a moan, the girl gasped for breath and began to move back and forth. And then… her eye fell on… Wait, she suddenly had a naughty idea… She took her toothbrush out of her cup and was just about to push it between her legs when the next naughty idea came to her.
No… she couldn’t do this…
And yet Maaike did it. She put her own toothbrush back and grabbed her fourteen-year-old brother Maarten’s instead. Omg. This was wrong…
The ridges made her guilt and the little restraint she had left melt away like snow in the sun. Fuck, this felt so good. Balancing naked with one foot on the laundry basket and the other foot moving the toothbrush handle back and forth like crazy, the squelching sounds mixed with her rapid breathing sounded very wrong indeed. A trickle of moisture ran down the inside of her thigh. Over the virgin, soft skin of her thigh toward her knee. The bathroom smelled of sex, of a young girl, of a vagina… The young girl moaned and quickened her pace even more. Until the orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, she almost buckled at the knees, and Her teenage body trembled as she tried to process it all. So much lust, so much pleasure, so much sex…
She wiped herself dry with a tissue. After licking it, she put her brother’s toothbrush back and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw an overheated girl with deep red cheeks, beads of sweat on her forehead, and her hair all tousled… Omg…
She quickly tidied herself up and looked at the result again. Maaike was satisfied. Now just one last thing.
She picked up her brother’s toothbrush again and this time ran the bristles along her slit, pushing it as far as she could into her vagina, and was pleased to see, when she pulled it out again, that there were wet strands of mucus and some fluid among the bristles.
“There,” she said to Maarten, through his toothbrush, “next time, you should really brush your teeth well.”
Still basking in the afterglow of her action, she walked back naked to her room.
Whether and how Maarten ultimately did brush his teeth better with it, the story didn’t say. That remained a mystery to Maaike.
But it didn’t end there.
A few days later, after showering, Maaike repeated the toothbrush wetting ritual, but then walked straight to his room. There, using her finger—which she dipped again and again into her wet pussy—she smeared his laptop keyboard with her pussy juices, then proceeded to rub his doorknob, after which she picked up his pillow from his bed and pressed it several times nicely against her legs… Until her slit had dried up and his pillow showed disturbing traces of moisture…
Watch out, Maaike, watch out…
The next day, Maarten had just come home from school when she offered to pour him a drink. In the kitchen, she slipped her hand into her pants and quickly searched her panties for her hot, wet juice factory. She thrust her finger deep inside herself, and a moment later she stood in front of her brother and ran her wet, slimy finger along the rim of his glass to smear it.
Hihihi…, would he be able to taste this?
Maaike didn’t care. She thought it was the closest thing she could do to get back at him for his cum-porridge.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she watched from a distance as he drained his glass. This was fun!
-
And another two weeks passed. All that time, Maarten kept up his cum-porridge thing, and Maaike came up with naughty, horny little tricks using her pussy juices to get back at him. Summer vacation had arrived, and a friend of Maarten’s was staying with him. Menno.
Menno was okay and nice. Maaike had known Menno for years, and she never really minded when he came over. Plus, her brother Maarten was less annoying when he was around. So that was fine. Except… the porridge stuff would have to stop for a while. Maaike didn’t expect Maarten to dare do it while Menno was staying over. He’d probably behave himself. He wasn’t crazy; he’d want to keep this a secret. Right?
In a way, Maaike found it a bit of a shame. Suddenly, the porridge didn’t taste nearly as special as it had in the past few weeks…
And then, on the second morning of her sleepover, she suddenly heard the boys start talking more quietly. They had gone into the kitchen and suddenly started whispering.
What…? WTF…, it couldn’t be…? Maaike sat bolt upright on the couch and was suddenly wide awake. What were those two talking about?
It took quite a while. Every now and then there was laughter and snickering, but the most suspicious thing about the situation was that they were acting so secretive and quiet. That silence…
Maaike didn’t dare do anything, and certainly didn’t dare go take a look. The girl just waited patiently. After about twenty minutes, they both came back. With three bowls of porridge, one of which she received.
“Thanks,” she said politely.
…And they both looked at her like that, …special way…, you know...
Maaike almost asked if something was wrong, but she decided it was better to keep her mouth shut. Out of the corner of her eye, Maaike glanced at her porridge, but she didn’t see anything unusual about it. Could they…? She could hardly believe that Maarten had done it again, this time with his best friend Menno there. He would never do that, would he?
Maaike glanced sideways at the boys again, who quickly looked away. Her body was churning inside, and she felt a queasy sensation in her lower abdomen. Her pussy tightened and relaxed for a moment, then pulsed again with pure excitement. Could it really be…?
Then, under the watchful eyes of two fourteen-year-old boys, Maaike picked up her bowl of porridge, carefully, so she wouldn’t drop it with her trembling hands. …That would be a shame. And then she took her first bite. She didn’t dare look up at the two teenage boys. But she could have sworn she heard their held breath release and heard them snickering softly.
She turned the page and took another bite, and another, and a few more…
“Is it good, Maaike?” her brother asked suddenly.
“Uh, yeah… Why?” she asked in her most normal tone.
The boys looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Nothing…”
“You guys are being silly,” she said softly. Bite by bite, she obediently finished her bowl and then set it down beside her.
The two stayed seated for a moment, but then quietly left the room, constantly exchanging meaningful glances. Maaike wasn’t crazy; she was now absolutely certain. Almost certain…
-
The boys managed to keep it together until they reached Maarten’s room. But once the door was closed.
“Omg man, you just went for it and your little sister… hahaha,” Menno laughed.
“You better keep your mouth shut about this to others, this has to stay a secret!” Maarten hissed.
“Yeah, yeah, sure, you can trust me.” Menno gave his crotch a quick squeeze. Something was pretty squished in there. “Seriously, man, I wish I had a little sister…”
The two fourteen-year-old boys laughed again.
“You can do it too… tomorrow morning…”
“Really? Don’t you think that’s weird? Since she’s your little sister…”
“No, of course not. That would be super hot. And didn’t you hear what she said? She likes it!”
They laughed again…
-
The next morning, the boys got up shortly after Maaike. The twelve-year-old girl was sitting in her favorite spot on the couch reading when her brother and his best friend came downstairs.
“Do you want porridge again? The usual recipe?”
Maaike looked at her brother. “If you make it, sure.” She smiled broadly.
“Menno’s helping out; they hardly ever eat porridge at home, so… Is it okay if he helps?”
“Sure,” Maaike said with a laugh.
The friends went to the kitchen and slapped each other on the back, laughing.
“Come on,” Maarten said, grabbing the small pot, three bowls, the milk, and the box of porridge.
“Hurry up,” he hissed at Menno. As he did so, he pushed Maaike’s bowl to the edge of the table.
They had discussed this thoroughly beforehand. Menno would ejaculate into the bowl first, then Maarten. Twelve-year-old Maaike would be getting a double dose of protein-rich superfood added to her porridge today!
Menno pulled his dick out of his pants and started jerking off right away.
Maarten stirred the bowl and glanced to the side. “Do you shave?”
“Yeah, of course, you should too…”
“Yeah… I see…” said Maarten. He stared in awe at his best friend’s huge, thick cock. He’d actually never seen it before, and certainly not when it was hard.
“Don’t look at it like that, or it won’t work,” Menno said softly.
“You were looking yesterday too, when I…”
“That’s different; this is your kitchen, and you said you’d done this before.”
“Yeah, yeah, just get on with it,” Maarten urged his friend.
Menno took a moment, but eventually managed to unload a thick layer of glistening white slime at the bottom of the bowl.
“Wow, that’s a lot, Menno,” Maarten hissed.
Menno looked proud and tucked his penis away. Maarten divided the porridge among the three bowls and unbuttoned his pants. A moment later, he positioned himself over his little sister’s bowl, and a few minutes after that, he shot his load into it in a couple of thick streams, right into the porridge.
The boys laughed proudly and exuberantly at their reprehensible, perverse act. Maarten zipped his pants back up and stirred the two loads of semen thoroughly into his lovely little sister’s porridge.
“I think you can see it,” he said worriedly, “Maaike will notice…”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah… a little… It was way too much. She’s going to taste this… I swear,” he said anxiously.
“No way, man, you said yourself that she likes it, just give it to her…”
“Yeah, easy for you to say, she’s not your sister. If she finds out, my parents will kill me,” Maarten protested. He stirred it a little longer.
But Menno talked him into it, saying she wouldn’t notice a thing. “…Maybe she doesn’t even know what semen is, she’s only twelve…”
“Yeah, sure… Well, okay, maybe,” Maarten relented.
They brought the fortified porridge to Maaike and sat down across from her.
“Ah, yummy, thanks. I’m so looking forward to the porridge! Hopefully it’s just as good as usual…”
The boys exchanged meaningful glances and struggled to keep a straight face.
The tension was palpable. Had she figured it out? Did she see something? And… why wasn’t she starting to eat?
And then, finally, the girl picked up her bowl and began to eat. The first bites disappeared greedily into her mouth. She ate quickly and seemed engrossed in reading.
The boys exchanged knowing glances, then Maaike suddenly stopped.
“Is this a different kind of porridge?”
The boys were startled. Shit.
“Uh, no… why?” Maarten asked.
“It tastes different…”
Now Maarten was really getting nervous. What was he supposed to say? “Different? What do you mean?”
“Well… just: different. …Tastier,” she said then. She smiled briefly at her brother and his friend and then went back to eating. Greedily spooning it in, bite after bite.
The boys nudged each other and could barely hold back their laughter.
It was great to see Maaike so eagerly polishing off her bowl of porridge. Apparently, she liked it. *Tastier* even
After the porridge, the two teenage boys practically ran up the stairs, and once in Maarten’s room, they congratulated each other on this awesome victory—they’d pulled it off after all!
“She just ate it all: every last bit!” Menno repeated over and over.
“I told you so, and she hasn’t a clue, not a clue!”
The boys plopped down on the bed, and Menno made it extra clear that he was really bummed he had to be picked up again at the end of the afternoon.
Maarten brushed it off. There would surely be other opportunities.
“Aren’t you ever afraid of getting caught?”
“Caught? By whom? No way… nobody’s onto me, and I’m careful,” Maarten assured his best friend.
The boys laughed for a long time afterward. They named a few girls from their class whom they’d be more than happy to let lick up their cum.
“What about Mandy? Or that stuck-up girl with the sunglasses, Isis—you’d feed her some protein too, wouldn’t you?”
Maarten was nearly doubled over with laughter. “Or Anne-Fleur, or, no wait… Samantha…!”
“She has a boyfriend; that’s never going to happen…”
“So what? Her boyfriend wouldn’t even notice. Besides, I don’t think we stand much of a chance with any girl. The only one who likes to snack on my porridge is and always will be Maaike.”
“Yeah…”
The boys chatted for a while longer about their fantasies and perverse desires and eventually ended up at the gaming computer. There were zombies that needed to be wiped out…
A few hours later, around three or so, there were a few short knocks on the door.
“Yeah, what?” Maarten answered the knock.
The door opened and Maaike’s face appeared around the doorframe. “Drinks?”
The boys were up for that.
Maaike had some nice, fresh fruit juice. Prepared in a very special way…
“What’s in it? Pear juice or something?” her brother wanted to know.
“Strawberry,” Menno quessed.
Maaike shook her head. “It does have pear and strawberry in it, but also other, secret ingredients… Bye.”
And off went Maaike. Giggling, she disappeared downstairs.
The boys drank the sweet fruit juice. “Delicious.”
“Lucky she couldn’t have put any cum in it…”
“Hahaha…”
-
By the end of the week, Menno was gone again. Everything was back to normal. Maarten was standing in the kitchen again. Alone. The fourteen-year-old boy stirred the bowl absentmindedly. Next to him, on the counter, the two bowls were already waiting. There, the porridge was made. Just one more thing.
In his pants, his cock was already so conditioned by what he knew was coming that the excitement had already caused a substantial erection.
The fourteen-year-old brother had developed the habit of checking in just once to see what his little sister was doing. Maaike was sitting in the living room eating her porridge. Fine—no danger.
Back at the kitchen counter, he pulled Maaike’s bowl closer and pushed his pants down a bit. Maarten grabbed his swollen, rock-hard cock and began jerking it off with practiced ease. “Aghhh…, fuck, that felt good… Hmmm, hmmm…, hmmm…”
-
It had been coming for weeks. It was bound to happen eventually. Things were going to go wrong.
At one point, Maarten looked up and saw something dart past. A head? A face?
Shit.
He quickly shoved his dick back into his pants and stepped into the room. There she was, his little sister. Maaike.
“What… I… Maaike… were you just…? …I…” Stammering and stuttering, he managed to get a few disjointed words out. Incoherent. He couldn’t say anything that made sense.
“I already knew,” Maaike said bluntly.
It went quiet.
After a while, Maarten said, “You already knew? But how… I mean, I… I was doing something else, I just wanted to…”
But the denials, excuses, and evasions were skillfully cut short by the twelve-year-old girl. “I’ve seen it before. You’re shooting your load into my porridge.”
“No, not…,” Maarten tried again. But he saw the look in Maaike’s eyes and gave up. “How many times have you seen it?”
“About ten times, but you do it more often. Sometimes I can’t watch because you pay close attention to where I’m sitting.”
“You… Ten times? So…” Maarten blushed even more. He was mortified. “But you just eat it every time!”
“Yeah.” Maaike shrugged her shoulders a little weakly. “It’s tasty.”
“Tasty? You like it?”
“Yeah. So what? What you’re doing is way crazier. If Mom and Dad find out…”
“Shh,” Maarten responded, startled and worried, “they can’t find out about this. Ever.”
Maaike relaxed a little and laughed softly. “I’m definitely not going to tell them.”
“You won’t?”
“No, of course not.”
Maarten thought quickly and considered his options and what to do next. “Sorry, I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.”
“Not do it again? Why? I don’t mind, you know.”
“Really?”
Maaike shook her head. “But can I look? Up close?”
“What? If I…?” Maarten replied, bewildered. “No way!”
“I’ve already seen it, I want to take a closer look.”
“No, no, I’m mortified.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“No idea. I just said I’m sorry…”
Maaike looked at her brother with a strange mixture of amusement and curiosity. “If you let me look, you may see my boobs.”
Now Maarten looked up in surprise. “Your boobs? You don’t even have boobs.”
“I do.” The girl demonstratively pulled up her shirt. Her bare stomach and, right after that, her two small breasts came into view. “See?”
The fourteen-year-old boy couldn’t help but stare with admiration. “Cool…”
Maaike giggled. She looked down at her own chest. “They’re small… But they’re still growing.”
Maarten nodded meekly. Maaike let her shirt fall back down.
“Now you. …Show me…”
Maarten sighed. “No, I… Maaike, no… it’s weird.”
“Just do it!” she said suddenly, unexpectedly sharply. “I’ve already seen it anyway.” Maaike stepped into the kitchen and stood next to her bowl. “Do it. I really want to see it closer.”
Maarten sighed. For a moment longer, he resisted by doing nothing and looking at his little sister with slumped shoulders. It was a feeble attempt.
“Okay…,” he sighed again. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. His penis was stiff. Still.
“Hihihi. Come on!” Maaike urged her older brother.
Maarten fixed his gaze on the bowl and grabbed his stiff penis. He started to masturbate.
Fascinated, but also quite uncomfortable, Maaike watched.
“It’s taking a while; sorry. it’s different… because you’re watching…”
“Really? Why is that?”
“No idea, it’s awkward,” Maarten explained, “I never do this when someone’s watching…”
Maaike giggled. “Should I help?”
Maarten looked at his little sister in shock. Help? “No!” he said sharply. He kept going on his own. After a minute, he looked away again. “Are you serious? Do you really want to…?”
“Sure,” Maaike tilted her head, looking from Maarten’s face to his penis, which was being massaged hard and swollen by her brother’s hand.
“It doesn’t look that hard…”
“Oh… no, haha,” Maarten had glanced at his stroking hand and nodded in agreement, “no, it’s not hard.”
He jerked off for a moment longer, then gave in. “Okay, go ahead.”
Maarten let go and Maaike took over. That was the turning point. Maaike’s cool, girlish hand had barely been gripping Maarten’s warm cock for two minutes when, with a grunt and a few jerks, thick streams of cum shot from his glans, straight into the bowl.
Maaike watched it up close with admiration; she kept moving slowly for a little longer, until the spurting stopped and a thick, sticky strand of cum ran from Maarten’s glans to her little bowl. “Hihihi, look,” she pointed out. Maaike let go. With great interest, she watched as her brother Maarten still let a few thick drops out of his dickhead, until the stream of semen finally gave out and everything was in the bowl.
“Can I stir it?” she asked excitedly.
“Sure.” Maarten tucked his shrinking penis back into his underwear and watched as Maaike stirred her own porridge with the warm, fresh semen.
He handed her the bowl, and Maaike took it.
“Thank you.”
They walked to the living room, and Maaike began to devour her warm porridge. Without exchanging a word, they both finished their bowls.
Maarten watched, fascinated, wide-eyed, as his little sister giggled and excitedly ate her porridge.
“There. Yummy,” she laughed. “It tastes just like it always does. The best porridge in the world.”
“…You’re crazy…,” Maarten managed to say.
“Then you are too, because you made it up.” She looked at him proudly and beaming. “You want me to eat it all and like it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do…”
“Well...”
Maaike giggled again; she suddenly thought of something she often thought about when she ate the cum-porridge.
“Why are you laughing? What is it?” Maarten wanted to know.
“Well… don’t laugh, okay?”
“I’m not laughing.”
“Okay. In a video on the internet, a man just shot it right into that woman’s mouth.”
“Which woman?”
“Just a woman. A hooker or something—that’s what she looked like. But… In those videos, they do it right in her mouth.”
“Yeah… but,” Maarten started to say. He stopped. “Wait. Do you watch that stuff?”
“Yeah.” Maaike blushed.
“Watch out—if Mom and Dad find out you’re watching sex online.”
“…If Mom and Dad find out you’re putting your cum in my porridge…”
A tense silence followed. Brother and sister stared at each other in silence for a while. Today, so much had suddenly changed. The image they had of each other needed a major overhaul, into a complete picture that would even make sense to their young minds.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
“No, duh, as long as you keep your mouth shut too.”
They nodded.
It was the twelve-year-old who, after a deathly silence, started talking again. She had a suggestion. “Do you want to…?”
“What?”
“Well, for you to do that in my mouth too…”
Maarten looked at his little sister in disbelief. “Do you really want that?”
She shrugged her shoulders briefly. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you do all that with a girlfriend?”
“I don’t have one, Maaike.”
“I know.” Maaike stared at her brother, who stared back.
“Well… shall we?” she said softly.
“Shall we? You really want me to cum in your mouth? Maaike, you’re not a slut, are you?”
“No, I’m not!” she said sharply.
“Then why do you want to?”
“I don’t know. Because it’s funny.” She thought of something else. “Maybe it feels good? Or…” She couldn’t think of another reason for a moment. “You want to do it too. Right?”
“Yeah, but it’s different for guys.”
“So you want to?” Maaike concluded excitedly. “Do it? We can go to my room…”
“Maaike… we’re not going to do that now…”
“Why not?” the girl sounded disappointed. “You do want to, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I just… Maaike, guys can’t just keep shooting cum over and over again.”
“They can’t?”
“No. But… Maybe they can, but it will be less…”
Maaike’s face was etched with disappointment.
“We can do it later, if you really want to…”
Instantly, she was beaming from ear to ear again. Maaike was this close to blurting out about the pee in the fruit juice and the toothbrush, but she held back. She’d rather keep that a secret.
-
That evening, while Mom and Dad were downstairs doing their boring stuff, Maarten slipped into his little sister’s room.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Maaike replied. She immediately turned red.
“Do you still want to… do that thing?” Maarten began cautiously.
Maaike nodded excitedly. She’d been waiting for this all afternoon. Of course she wanted to!
Maarten stood there hesitating for a moment. How were they going to go about this? He looked around his sister’s room, the room he normally only came into to mess around. Not this time. This was better.
In the end, they settled on the edge of the bed. Maaike approached shyly but stood there looking a little awkward.
Maarten’s enthusiasm faltered for a moment too. But when Maaike suggested sitting down on the floor in front of him, “because that’s what they do in those videos,” he regained his initiative.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Maaike sat down on the floor. Maarten unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down.
“Can’t you show a little skin too?”
“Sure.” Maaike went along with it easily.
A moment later, Maarten was sitting on Maaike’s bed with his pants down, and she was on the floor in front of him, her upper body bare. He started jerking off. Maaike watched longingly. She could see it even better now than she had that morning in the kitchen. Maarten jerked off for a while. Then Maaike wanted to do it too. Maarten was the last person to stop her from doing that. Fine. If that’s what she really wanted. Even better!
Maaike jerked him off. Maarten suddenly started talking about blowjobs. “Do you know what that is?”
“Yeah, of course. Is that okay?”
Of course it was okay.
Hesitantly, Maaike brought her head closer, opened her mouth, and a moment later closed it around her brother’s glans. He groaned. “Aghhh, hmmm, fuck Maaike…, omg, that feels good…”. After a shy, inexperienced start, Maaike quickly got the hang of it. But just as things were really getting going, it became too much for Maarten. “Moaning, jerking, and flushed, he surged. Jet after jet of cum into the wet, warm mouth of twelve-year-old Maaike.”
“Aghhh…”
“That was nice,” said Maaike. She had wiped her mouth with her arm and stood up. She found the right opening in her shirt and smiled contentedly. “I’d love to do this every day!”
“Yeah, right,” Maarten laughed in disbelief. “I’d love that too.”
Giggles followed.
“Maaike, if you want porridge in the morning and to give head every day too, then… I don’t know if I have that much cum, you know.”
“No?” she sounded disappointed.
“Maybe I do, I just don’t know.”
“We can still try, right?” Maaike almost begged.
“Haha, of course. “But we really have to be very careful,” Maarten said in a conspiratorial tone, “I really don’t want…”
“…That Mom and Dad notice. Yeah, I know that much…” Maaike rolled her eyes.
-
And just like that, it happened. From that day on, they tried to arrange both the porridge enriched with extra protein and, later that day, the direct injection of sperm into Maaike’s oral cavity. Maarten’s sperm production proved to be quite potent and more than sufficient for Maaike’s sperm needs.
It could have ended there. But a year passed, and the perverse thoughts and fantasies increased accordingly.
Then, one day, when Menno was allowed to donate his sperm into Maaike’s porridge again, with the idea that she still knew nothing about it, Maaike suddenly wanted more.
“Can’t it be with other boys?” the girl suddenly began. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, that… Just like Menno, maybe it can happen with other boys too?’
Maarten looked at his young sister with big, surprised eyes. ‘What do you mean? Who then?’
‘Well…’ Maaike turned deep red. ‘Maybe Meine or… Matt or something. Or Mees…’
‘You’re kidding…’
Maaike really meant it. Within a month, they had finished Maaike’s wish list. Satisfied, Maarten pinned the notepad, on which he had just added ‘Mees’, to his bulletin board and then hung a photo in front of it.
‘Maaike… don’t laugh, but I was just sitting there thinking…’
‘What?’ Maaike was already standing by the door and now turned around.
‘Well, maybe it’s crazy, but…’ Maarten nodded towards his bulletin board. ‘I keep arranging all those boys but…’
Maaike’s eyes began to gleam. ‘I already know what you want…’
‘No. What then?’ Maarten’s eyebrow moved up briefly. He couldn’t imagine that his little sister really knew what his sick mind had come up with.
‘Who do you want…?’ she giggled. When Maarten didn’t immediately recognize it, she clarified herself: ‘you want other girls to… uhhh, eat your porridge.’ Right?’
Maarten nodded slowly and in surprise. ‘How did you know that?’
‘No idea, maybe because I’m your little sister.’ She giggled briefly and walked back into his room. In a whisper, she asked which girls he had fantasized about.
‘Well… You’re not going to laugh, are you?’
‘My word of honor.’
‘Okay. Well, if it works… Machteld, Moniek, Marloes… Do you think that will work?’
‘Moniek is difficult,’ said Maaike with a thoughtful look, ‘Machteld and Marloes will work.’ She laughed.
Maarten relaxed a little. ‘So… you don’t think it’s weird?’
‘No. It’s fair to you, too.’
Maarten breathed a sigh of relief. ‘So you’re going to do it?’
‘Sure. But… Maybe I know someone too.’
Maarten was all ears. ‘Who else, then?’
‘I think it will work with Mirthe too; she’s a slut anyway…’
‘Really?’ Maarten asked, bewildered by his little sister’s judgment of that rich kid.
‘She’s a tramp, a whore. She’s already blown three guys after training.’
‘No.’
‘Yes she has.’ Maaike mentioned a few more names.
…It promised to be a fantastic time!