By NAMB
Copyright 2022 by NAMB all rights reserved
* * * * *The Magic Stick
I heard the rumors. There was a device that
some of the other boys called “The Magic Stick.” When plugged into a
computer, the Magic Stick bypassed the filters, safeguards and other
parental controls that prevented computers from unrestricted browsing.
One could even store whatever files or pictures or videos downloaded on
the stick itself. The main computer remains “clean” to parental
inspection.
I can’t believe how far behind the other boys I
was not only in technology, but also in physical and sexual
development. I was already in the 9th grade and I still hadn’t viewed top-grade porn on the computer like the other boys in my class bragged about doing.
Also, I had only started masturbating a couple of years ago. Other boys
bragged that they had been doing it since they were little boys.
It was obvious by the hair they had, changes in voice and a more
angular, muscular body that other boys were ahead of me in sexual
development. I did not have to see their “junk” in the shower to know
that.
I feel a lot better now that I finally joined the
puberty club, but I still have some catching up to do. I heard other
boys talking about some of the sites they visited on the computer.
The temptation was too much. I asked around and found that the going
price for such a device was $20 which was a rather steep price for me
to pay on my allowance but for the potential pleasure that it could
provide, it was worth it.
I met up with a boy named Rob who
led me to his “dealer,” I was surprised to find out that the person
selling them was a girl named Mary. I was expecting it to be a boy.
What’s more is that she was only a seventh grader.
Students
come into middle school in grade 7 as kids and leave after grade 9 as
adolescents. She was still more toward kid than adolescent. She looked
closer to 11 than 13 as most of the other girls in that grade were.
She had a sister, Elaine, who was already a Sophomore at Western High
School and “pushing” 16. Now that’s a girl I would consider worthy of
my fantasies.
Mary was sitting at a table with two other girls, both who also appeared to be 7th
graders. There were also two boys standing by the table talking with
Mary. I noticed that they gave her some money and that she gave each of
them what looked a USB stick.
The boys walked away, and I
approached the table. I felt as uneasy as if I were about to conduct a
drug deal. I felt even funnier dealing with a girl two grades below me.
Even though I didn’t have a lunch tray I asked if he could sit next to
Mary.
She smiled and the other two girls giggled but she said, “Sure.”
I sat down and Mary got straight to business. “What can I do for you?” she asked.
“I understand that you have something that bypasses filters on a computer.”
“Oh, you want a Magic Stick, don’t you?”
“I guess so,” I said. The voice sounded uncertain and squeaky even to
my own ears. This caused the two girls with Mary to giggle, but Mary
kept her composure.
Mary reached into her purse and pulled out a USB stick. “That will be twenty dollars,” she said in a very businesslike tone.
I handed her a $20 bill and she handed me the stick.
“How does this work?”
“You turn off your computer and plug it in. The first time you turn on your computer, it will automatically open a web site.
The web site will ask you for a user name and password and some other
information necessary to set up the account. When you click finish the
computer will reboot and you’ll be in business. To get back to the
regular computer, shut down and take the stick out.
It’s all
very simple, stick in, stick out, stick in, stick out.” She accented
her words by making a loop with her thumb and index finger with one
hand and poking the middle finger of her other hand in and out of the
loop.
“The whole computer runs right from the stick. It will
use your monitor, mouse and keyboard, but everything else is right
there,” she said, tapping the stick.
She went on, “The screen
will look different than what you are used to seeing, but you should be
able to figure things out. I’ve loaded it with a few bonus apps like an
improved browser and image and video viewer.”
“How did you learn how to do all these things?”
“My sister’s boyfriend is the real computer whiz, but he taught us how
to make Magic Sticks. My sister sells them at Western High, and Adams
Middle School is my territory.”
She pointed to another boy
standing by the table. “Unless there is something else I can do for
you, I need you to leave. I have another customer waiting.”
I got up. I wondered how many other Magic Sticks she sold that day.
I couldn’t concentrate on my classes for the rest of the day. I was
having second thoughts. “Was I ‘taken?’ Could I have been set up? Was
this a scam? Would the stick work?”
-=o=-
I went
straight to my room when I got home. I found the USB port on the side
of my laptop and plugged it in. I turned it on. Now I would find out if
the $20 I paid was worth it.
To my relief, it went exactly has
Mary said it would. The web page came up asking him for a login name,
password and other information needed to register to configure a new
account.
I held my breath and clicked on the “finish” link and the reboot process began. It came up to a strange looking screen.
The desktop looked different to what I was accustomed to, but the icons
looked familiar enough. I was able to connect to my WIFI and use the
browser.
I had managed to get a couple of URLs from some of
the guys and went there immediately. Soon I was browsing stuff that was
making my penis hard.
I was IN! After going to a
highly-recommended site and a satisfying wank, I went in search of
other quarry. These sites showed just about every sexual situation
imaginable. Naked men and women on every page.
It didn’t take
me long to get in the mood again. I quickly found a POV (Point of View)
video of a woman licking the head of a man’s penis. She never took even
the tip of the organ into her mouth. She tickled the ridges with her
tongue and her lips. I was rock solid within the first minute of
viewing. The video indicated it still had 18 more minutes to go.
I was hypnotized by what he saw on the screen. If the room were on fire, I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
When the video got to the part where the woman took the underside of
the man’s penis in her pursed lips and sucked on it, I felt my own
penis twitch. The penis on the screen dripped precum and I was sure
mine was too.
The second time she did it, it was too much for
me. I know that I had just cum only minutes ago, but I needed it again.
My penis strained so much against my pants it was painful. Next time, I
won’t bother putting it back.
I was wondering how many wank offs it was going to take to tame the beast in my lap.
As I jerked off I was feeling so excited that it was difficult to
concentrate on anything else. Only the movie could compete for what was
left of my wit.
I lost it and for the second time since I got
home from school, I had an intense orgasm. By the time I recovered, I
noticed that there was still 10 minutes to go on the video. I think if
I started to jerk off when the video started, I could have had two good
cums before it ended.
And this was just one of what seemed like an endless universe of “adult themed” videos.
I spent almost all of my free time at the computer viewing the
materials. Initially, I was very cautious, only viewing when I was sure
nobody was around, but the urges were so powerful, I was willing to
take risks. It was doubtful that either of my parents would come
upstairs.
My sister was the only potential threat, but only
when she first got back from school. Once she got settled in her room
she wouldn’t emerge until dinner. So I worked my viewing and
masturbating around her arrival.
I had heard rumors about boys
who were caught masturbating to pornography by their sisters and it
made my blood chill. However, she rarely ever paid any attention to my
room and always knocked on the rare occasion when she needed to talk to
me. She never questioned why my door was closed.
By the time a couple of weeks had gone by, I had accumulated quite a library of some very racy materials.
-=o=-
Everything was perfect until one day Abbie knocked at my door.
Fortunately, I had not pulled my pants down yet. I often even get fully
naked to “get into” the fantasy more. I closed the picture I was
looking at and told her to come in.
She stuck her head in my
door and said, “Alex, can you come to my room. There’s something I want
you to look at on my computer.”
“Sure sis, what’s the problem?”
“Nothing, I just want to show you something interesting.”
“OK.” I said, although I really didn’t want to be drawn away from the
fantasy I was constructing in my mind. However, I decided to “act
normal” so she would not get suspicious.
When I got to her room, I asked “What is it?”
“This,” Abbie said as she pointed to her monitor. One the screen was a
list of login credentials, passwords, URLs, transcripts – all of them
belonging to me and all of them for X-rated sites.
“Where did you get this?”
“Oh wait, there’s more.”
Abbie clicked on a folder and launched a video: it showed me naked – as
much as could be seen. It was taken with my web cam so it really only
showed my torso, but it was very apparent that my arm was in my lap and
it was moving in a way consistent with masturbation.
Likewise, the tenseness of my body, my labored breathing and moaning sounds announced when I had achieved orgasm.
I remember doing that to a particularly hot video where a “schoolgirl”
was fucking a man up the ass with a dildo. Although both of the actors
were a lot older than me, I imagined that the girl was Mary Ellen, one
of the hottest girls in my class and I was the lucky boy. I wondered
what it would feel like to have something like that stuck up my ass.
I was snapped out of my revelry by the sight of my sister standing in
front of me with her arms crossed across her chest as if she were
expecting an explanation.
Instead, I re-asked my question. “Where did you get this?”
“I was contacted by a girl in your school named Mary Allworth. She was
a year ahead of me in school last year but then she graduated. I knew
who she was, but we never really knew each other.
She knocked
on our door last week and asked me if I was Abbie. I told her I was,
but how did she know who I was and where I lived?”
I knew.
Anyone who knew the family name could find us on the internet and even
where we live. Then there was the obituary on our grandmother’s death.
Our whole family was listed as survivors. All it took was maybe an
hour’s worth of effort online. There were at least enough pieces for
someone to assemble the puzzle that I have a sister named Abbie and
where we lived. Heck, they probably knew my entire family structure.
“What did Mary tell you?”
“She told me that she had access to your computer and found some
interesting things on it. She showed me the video I just showed you on
her phone. She told me that for $20 I could get a USB stick with the
video and other interesting things about you on it.
She said
she had a number of boys in the same situation as you and that she is
contacting their sisters or other girls that they know.
It
took me a week to get the money and get it to her. I got the stick the
day before yesterday. I plugged it in and booted up. A funny screen
came up. I was able to look at the sites on which you have an account.
I even have a copy of the pictures that you downloaded.
You’re into some really bad shit brother.
What would mom and dad think if I turned over this information to them?”
I mused, “Bad shit?” That’s not the words I would use, but to hear them
from the mouth of my too-sweet and too-innocent sister took me back.
“You wouldn’t do that!” I countered.
“Make it worth my while and I’ll consider keeping the information to myself.”
“How much do you want? I don’t have a lot of money. Maybe I can do some of your chores for you.”
“I don’t want money.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you naked. I want to try out some of the things I saw on some of the sites you visited and in some of the pictures.”
Then she added as an afterthought, “It would be nice to see you iron my school uniform and polish my shoes, though.”
Bad shit is one thing, deep shit is something else and that’s precisely
where I was. I didn’t have time to read the list of sites when she
flashed them up on her computer but I knew what they were.
About half of them were about female domination. I don’t know why that
topic fascinated me. I’m a boy and I am supposed to be in charge in
relationships with girls. Why did the scenes showing women dominating
men excite me?
I tried to beg off. “We can’t do it now. Mom and dad are here, they’ll catch us.”
“I know that. We’ll have to wait until they go out tomorrow for dinner
like they always do. They usually leave about 5:30. I want you to be
prepared for me. Make sure you take a shower when you get home from
school so you are nice and clean.
Also, no playing with yourself between now and then. I want you fully-charged up.”
I wondered how my kid sister knew that boys “played” with themselves
and what the ramifications of that are? What else about male sexuality
did she know?
“You know what you are asking me to do.”
“I do. I want to see you naked and do things to you or make you do things for me.”
“Do you even know what boys look like?”
“Of course I do!” She responded. “Some of my friends have little
brothers. I’ve even help one of them change her baby brother’s diapers.
Besides Emma and I and a girl named Emily made Johnny Benson take his out and show us back when we were in the first grade.”
I blushed. I had a similar situation happen to me at that age. I
imagine almost every boy and girl go through this ritual about that age.
“Then there are our cousins Sophia and Hannah.”
“What about them?”
“Sophia has a boyfriend, and she saw his thing and touched it and she told Hannah and me all about it.”
“I never knew that. Sophia never told me and we’re the same age. You and Hannah are just a couple of young girls.”
“Age has nothing to do with it. Of course, she’s not going tell you;
you’re a boy. Hannah is her sister and I’m a girl. Girls share secrets
like this.”
“Well, mine looks a lot different than a baby’s.
It’s much bigger and thicker than a first grader’s I’m not going to let
you touch it.”
“We’ll find out tomorrow,” she smiled as she
pointed to the monitor which was loop-playing me at the computer
masturbating. “Remember, take a shower.”
-=o=-
I
don’t think I can find the words to describe the mixture of depression
and fear that I felt that night. Who was this girl and what did she do
with my sweet, innocent sister? In the 11 years that I’ve known her,
I’ve never seen this streak in her.
Then there is Mary. She
knows about me too. She probably also knows about all the other boys to
whom she sold Magic Sticks. She was one cunning bitch: first she makes
money off us boys by selling us the sticks, then she makes money off
girls by selling them the evidence.
Of course she hacked my
computer. I fell for one of the world’s oldest tricks: the Trojan. I
brought her horse into my computer and it opened my gates to her.
Mary wasn’t the problem. I don’t recall seeing her around school after
buying the stick from her other than at a distance. Besides she’s
probably too busy making money from other boys and girls to be
concerned with me. If she wanted to make life difficult for me, she
would have done it by now.
My sister is another matter. I’m
the only boy she has in a compromising position. Furthermore, she lives
with me. She sees me all the time. We used to be so comfortable with
each other that we’d see each other in our underwear although I noticed
that she stopped that practice about a year ago.
Now she’s on
the verge of seeing me with less than underwear. That seemed to have
change the dynamic of our relationship entirely.
I don’t think
that I would have minded it if she had caught me naked by mistake. It
would have been mildly embarrassing, but I could probably accept it as
“things like this happen in close-knit families.”
But this is
an entirely different situation. This is not accidental, it is
deliberate. Abbie is going to make me get undressed for her because she
wants me to do it. I am being forced to get naked by a girl for her
enjoyment.
I had fantasized about this under different
circumstances: the girl would also be naked and it would be in
preparation for sexual activities.
But Abbie, no doubt, will
keep her clothes on and she is not just any girl, but a younger girl
and a girl I would see all the time.
I went to my room after
dinner that night. I looked at my computer. I had thoughts about taking
the stick out and throwing it away. Mary could be watching. I know that
she has other boys to torment (or make money from) and probably doesn’t
have the time to watch live, but I am sure my browsing habits are still
being recorded.
I thought better of it. I probably can’t get
into anymore trouble than I am already in, and if I’m going to jerk
off, I’ll make sure I cover the web cam.
-=o=-
Abbie was annoyingly cheerful at breakfast. No doubt her mood was due to what she anticipated doing with or to me after school.
Mom noted my sullen mood. “Alex, are you OK? You’ve hardly touched your breakfast.”
“It’s nothing mom. I’m just worried about a big test I have today.”
“Well, if you studied as well as your sister, you wouldn’t have to worry so much.”
I really didn’t need to be reminded about Abbie.
It was a good thing I really did not have a big test; I would have done
poorly on it. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. The concern of what
my sister was going to do to me dominated my thoughts.
I had
no idea what she had in store for me beyond making me show her my
penis. That’s what I would do if I were in her place, but I’m a guy.
How much interest do girls have in sex? Especially little girls like my
sister.
On the other hand, my sister has a wild imagination,
there’s no telling what she can come up with especially with the
“research material” she now had available to her.
It was a
long walk home after school. I took my shower as ordered. Mom
questioned me about it and I explained that I felt particularly sweaty
that day.
By the time I finished my shower, Abbie was already
home. She smiled at me, but said nothing. That smile felt more like a
punch in my stomach.
I kept to my room until my parents were
ready to go out to dinner. We got the usual instructions on emergency
numbers, to behave ourselves, not to have anyone over and instructions
on how to cook dinner: it was always the same: set the oven to X
degrees, cook for Y minutes or put it in the microwave and press “2.”
Normally, Abbie and I held off on cooking dinner for about an hour. Tonight she had it in the oven as soon as our parents left.
She called me from downstairs, “Alex, get down here now. I want to talk
to you.” The firmness of her command made me feel uncomfortable.
I complied with her wishes, and joined her in the kitchen.
“First off, I want you to take your clothes off. All of them.”
“Here? In the kitchen?” I was expecting that she would not start her
activities until after dinner and in the privacy of one of our rooms.
“Yes, here and now.”
“But someone might see?”
“Nobody is going to see. Do you think old Mrs. Benson has nothing
better to do than to try to look into our kitchen? Besides, all she
could see is that you have your shirt off. OK, I’ll let you wear your
shirt – for now.”
I got undressed. There was nothing else I could do. To my great embarrassment, I was erected.
“When mom and dad are gone, I am in control. You will obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I meekly mumbled.
“I want you to call me ‘Miss Abbie’ from now on when we are alone. I
thought about making you call me ‘Mistress’ like some of the stories I
read, but that doesn’t sound right. I like Miss better.”
“Yes,
Miss Abbie.” It grated me that I had to call her this. For the moment,
this was more of a concern than that I was naked from the waist down
for her. This was the world turned upside down. She was my kid sister.
I should be the one in charge. I’m older and she’s a girl. But I
swallowed that pill.
“Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes,” she said. “You will serve it to me and you will do all the cleanup after dinner.”
Normally, I bussed the dishes and cleaned the table and took out the
trash. She did the actual loading of the dishwasher – mom doesn’t like
the way I, or dad for that matter, do this task. I think that loading
dishwashers is a secret handed down from mother to daughter over the
generations.
“While we are waiting, I have a question for you. Am I the first girl to see you naked?”
“Well, there’s mom and maybe Aunt Jackie. I’m sure both of them have changed my diapers as an infant.”
“They don’t count. They’re adults. I mean girls your age.”
“Well, in that case, yes and it was a long time ago.”
“What?”
“You might not remember the incident. Do you remember our babysitter, Christine?”
“Yes, she was nice.”
“One day we were outside playing in the backyard and it was really
muddy. She decided to give us a bath together. I think I was about 6
years old which would have made you about 3 or 4.
I was kind
of embarrassed at first, but Christine convinced me that it was OK for
brothers and sisters to see each other naked.”
“I don’t recall that at all.”
“Well, I do. I distinctly remember you staring at my penis.”
“Well, I feel honored to have been your first. I’m sure I won’t forget it this time.
She did not ask for, nor did I volunteer information about other
incidents. So I did not tell her about how in the first grade, I was
tricked into showing a couple of female classmates my penis. She seemed
eager to get on with the night’s activities.
Abbie looked over
at the stove and said, “We still have about 10 more minutes. I think I
got my money’s worth with the stick Mary gave me, but I’d like to take
a look at the boy that comes with it.
I want you to put your hands on your head and turn around slowly. I want to get a good look at your body.”
I was aware of her inspection. I felt like a figurine she was looking
at in a shop. When I got to facing away from her, I heard her “wolf
whistle” and exclaim, “Cute buns!”
She sat down and said, “Come, stand in front of me. Hands on head! I want a good look at that thing that makes you a boy.”
I stood no more than six inches away from her. As she sat there, she
was face to penis with me. I could feel her breath as she exhaled. I
could not feel more open to inspection had she been looking at me
through a microscope.
“It looks different.”
“Different than what?”
“Different than Cindy’s baby brother. His looks almost like a button.”
“That’s because I’m older,” I said.
I stood stoically as she visually examined my organ from all sides.
Finally she reached out with a finger tip and touched it. My penis and
my body jerked in response.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked. “This is the first time I actually touched one of these.”
“No, more like startled. I’ll try to hold still.”
She reached out again. My penis twitched again, but I held my ground.
“Does it always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Twitch like that?”
“It does when I am excited.”
“What do you mean by excited?”
“I mean when it is big and hard like it is now.” She looked at me as if
she didn’t understand so I went on. “When a boy gets sexually excited,
his penis gets big and hard. It has to do that so the boy can have sex
with a woman. When it gets like this, it gets very sensitive.”
“And you are sexually excited now?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”
“No, actually, it feels kind of good.”
“Then you like me touching it.”
“Well, yes, sort of. I mean, if you were my girlfriend and we were
making out then I’d really like it. But you’re my sister. You’re not
supposed to be touching it like that. In fact, you shouldn’t even be
seeing it.”
“Get over it, brother. I got all I need to be in
control of you and I plan to take full advantage. Your ass and the rest
of you is mine from now on.”
Just then the timer on the stove went off.
“Dinner’s ready,” Abbie announced unnecessarily. “I don’t want you the
get hurt, so put on mom’s apron when you take it out of the oven. Then
put it on top of the stove to set for about 5 minutes. That will give
you time to set the table.”
While it felt good to get at least
partially covered up, it also felt funny putting on a frilly female
garment. Also as the partial skirt swished around with my movements, it
kept rubbing against my penis keeping it hard. Abbie giggled as she
noted how “tented out” the front of the apron was.
“That’s funny, it doesn’t stick out like that when mom or I wear it.”
I set the table and then served us dinner.
“Take the apron off and sit down,” she commanded. “You’re off duty
until after dinner. I have a lot of things I want to do with you, but
you will also have some free time. As long as you are naked while we’re
alone, you’ll find I can be quite nice.”
We ate dinner and talked about school.
The conversation evolved to Mary. “Do you know Mary well?” my sister asked.
“No, not really. The only contact I had with her was when I bought the magic stick from her.”
“Too bad. She seems like an interesting person. I wonder how many other boys she’s sold sticks to and if I know any of them.”
“Sales seemed rather brisk the day I bought mine.” That seemed like so long ago, yet it was really only a matter of weeks.
“I wish I had some magic sticks of my own. There are a couple of boys I’d like to sell them to.”
“I think Mary has it set up that the computers infected with whatever
virus she put on the stick report back only to her computer. It’s a
good business model; it maintains a monopoly.
I don’t really
think you mean what you said. Abbie, I’ve know you all my life and you
are a sweet girl. Sure, you can be a pain in the ass at times, but for
the most part, you’re a great sister and I like having you around. I
don’t think you could be that mercenary.”
“Oh, it’s not like that. I wouldn’t do it for the money. It’s just that there are some boys whose ‘attention’ I’d like to get.”
“I don’t think you’d have to go that far.
Look – I’m your big brother. Listen to me. If I were not your brother
and was a couple of years younger, I could go for you. You’re a pretty
girl.
What’s more, as I said before, you’re fun to be with.
You’re smart, you’re into all kinds of sports and activities, you have
a lot of friends and you’re a kind person.”
“You’re not trying to talk me out of doing things with you, are you?”
“You can’t blame a boy for trying.” I managed a weak laugh,
“Well that’s not going to happen. However, I will promise you this: I
won’t do anything to hurt you. I just want to have fun. You can’t blame
a girl for that.”
I sighed, “Yeah, OK. I suppose if the situation were reversed, I’d probably take advantage of it too.
You said that you don’t want to hurt me. Can we at least agree on some rules?”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ll do whatever you want as long as it is here, in the house when mom
and dad are gone. I think it would be dangerous to push this too much.”
“OK, I can live with that – at least for now.”
“Good. I’ll play your games and won’t fight you on it.”
She switched gears immediately, “Do you really think I’m pretty?”
“Of course, and I am not just saying that because I’m your brother. I
am saying it because I am a boy. The only thing is that you are too
young for me ... that and after all you *ARE* my sister.”
“How come the boys in my class don’t say that I am pretty?”
“That’s because they’re jerks. They’ll grow out of it. I wasn’t really
interested in girls until a couple of years ago. Some boys are just
slow on the uptake.
I’ll make you another deal. If you go easy on me, I’ll answer whatever questions you have about boys as best I can.”
“And I’ll tell you what I know about girls.”
She then did something unexpected, she leaned over and kissed me.
“OK, time’s up. Time for you to clean up after dinner. I’ll watch and supervise.”
I went through my normal duties and when it came time to load the
dishwasher, she stood over my shoulder. After I was done, she
rearranged some of the dishes.
“It’s full enough. Let me show you how to run it.”
I needed the instructions, the panel seemed to have more buttons on it than a console to launch nuclear missiles.
Then my sister dropped the bomb on me, “One last task to do before we go upstairs. Take out the trash.”
“I’ll get my pants.”
“Oh no you don’t. Take it our as you are.”
“But someone might see me.”
“There are only a few houses that have a view of our backyard. Take
your chances. Live dangerously. It will only take you a minute. What
are the odds someone will be looking at our trash cans during that time?
Besides, didn’t you tell me that you were going to play my games without fighting me?”
“But this isn’t inside the house. It’s pushing it.”
“It’s still on the property. Nothing is going to happen. Just do it.”
She was right. The trash cans were about 20 feet away from the back
door just to the side of the deck. Most of the trip would be screened
by the side of the house and bushes. There were only two houses that
had a view of that part of the yard, and only from their second story
windows. What are the odds that people would be upstairs in their
bedrooms looking out at dinner time?
I opened the back door
and stuck my head out. I looked around. I kept the light off. All the
windows in the surrounding houses were dark. I made my dash.
It was probably the quickest I had ever taken to take out the trash. I
did the 20-foot dash in what I was sure was Olympic speed and had the
bin open, deposited the bag and shut in a matter of seconds. I was back
in the house in probably less than the minute my sister estimated.
Yet I felt like I was exposed and vulnerable for hours. By the time I
closed the door behind me on the way back in my pulse was racing and it
was not from the physical activity. I was sure that my adrenaline had
spiked and it was such a rush. All of my senses seemed to have been
heightened. It was a terrifying experience but somehow I liked it.
Abbie smiled at me and said, “Very good brother. Now let’s go up to my room where you can get completely naked.”
“Yes, Miss Abbie,” I responded.
-=o=-
We got to her room and for some reason, she closed the door. There was
no need for secrecy; we had the whole house to ourselves. Maybe it was
symbolic in that it prevented my escape. She did close the curtains.
There was some sense to that even though none of our neighbors had a
really good view of her room.
The first command she gave me was, “Take you shirt off.”
My shirt was the last piece of clothing remaining on my body. It was
all that stood between me and complete nakedness. Although it provided
no protection from my sister seeing my “boy bits,” it was still very
symbolic. Losing it was a sign of my total surrender to this young
female.
I pulled it off and Abbie took a good look at me up and down. “You really have a nice body,” she said.
“Stand here,” she said, indicating the space next to the desk with her
computer on it. She took her place in the chair and turned the machine
on.
“Face me. Before we get started, I want to do some
comparisons. In addition to all the stuff Mary gave me, I’ve been doing
some research on my own. I was surprised how much information I could
find on the regular computer and how explicit it was. With the stick, I
could get even more information.”
“You didn’t boot up on the
stick, did you?” I said. “Mary could have infected your computer just
like mine. She may be recording everything you’re doing.”
“She
promised me that this was a clean version, and that the one she gives
to boys makes them fill out a form on a web site. That’s what plants
the virus. I booted straight up and didn’t have a problem.
Anyway, I want to do some comparative anatomy. All us girls could get
the stick figures and schematic views of a penis in our books. With the
filters removed, I can get actual pictures.
I want to compare
what I see on your body with what the computer shows. They got labels
and everything. There’s even a picture of what the insides look like
and then there is a drawing of all the plumbing inside your body. I’ve
read up on this stuff. I bet I know more about boys than most boys do
themselves.”
She was right. I looked at the screens she was
bringing up and I got an education myself. I knew some of the street
terms us boys use, but now I was getting the scientific names as well.
I also learned the inner workings of how the whole thing works.
“Ever since you took your pants off, you’ve been hard. Is it always
like that? The stuff on the computer talks about erections. Is that as
big as you get?”
“I ... I guess so.”
“Well, let’s measure it, OK?”
She got a ruler out from inside her desk drawer. She took my penis in
her left hand and put the ruler over the top of my penis and pushed it
into my body. I got a good view of the top of her head as she moved it
to put her eye directly over the ruler.
How did she know how
to do this? When I did it, I put the ruler under my penis. When I think
about it, hers was a more accurate measurement. There was less
variability.
“Five inches and a quarter. Not bad for a boy of your age. I still want to get a measurement when it’s not erected.”
I could answer that one: zero or almost so. Under normal conditions my
penis was almost an internal organ. My balls also pulled up into my
body most of the time too. Having “retractable gear” meant that I never
had an accident where any of it got hurt. On the other hand, the other
boys laugh at me in the shower.
“Stay here,” Abbie said as she got up and rushed off towards mom’s crafts room. Like where was I going to go?
She came back shortly with a cloth tape measure and wrapped it around my organ to get the circumference.
“OK, now that we got the basics taken care of, I want to see you jerk off.”
I knew it would come to this, yet it didn’t make it any easier to accept.
“I saw men do this for women on some of the sites you looked at. It seems like a messy thing when the guy shoots.
So go into the bathroom and look in the hamper. Our old towels are in there. Get one of the big ones and bring it here.
I’m going to have you kneel on my bed and do it. We’ll put the towel down so you won’t get my bed dirty.
I did as my sister instructed me.
I had masturbated in many positions: standing in the shower and laying
in bed were the two most common. However, I also managed to do it
kneeling in front of the toilet. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to
do it, but it was the most convenient: no cleanup, just flush.
But in this case, it wasn’t a matter of convenience: it was a sign of submission.
I came back with the towel and Abbie took it and dapped it over the
lower part of her bed. She carefully removed the teddy bear and pillows
at the head of the bed and indicated that I should kneel there facing
the foot.
I had to admit, the softness of her mattress felt a lot better on my knees than the hard cold tiles in the bathroom.
She got her phone out and took some pictures of me in that position.
I knew enough not to complain. “What are you going to do with those?” I asked instead.
“We can’t do this all the time,” she replied. “I want something to remember this by.”
“You’re not going to send those to anybody are you?”
“No. I promised. I won’t hurt you. I may take some close ups of your
penis where you can’t tell it’s you to show my friends. They’ll be so
jealous.”
“And what are you going to tell them when they ask who the boy is?”
“I’ll tell them that it’s my cousin’s boyfriend and that she sent me the picture.”
“What cousin?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll make one up – one that lives out of state that they’ll never meet.”
“Just be careful with them. Mom and dad would go crazy if they caught
you with them and we’d both be in trouble and all this will come to an
end.”
“I’ll be careful. I promise.
Now quit stalling and start jerking!”
The weather in the room changed from clear and calm to tornado in a
matter of seconds. One sentence she was Dr. Jekyll and the next Mr.
Hyde. I never heard her say anything with such authority.
It’s difficult to make a stand when you’re naked and the other person isn’t.
I looked down, grabbed hold of my penis and started stroking it.
“Look at me!” she commanded. “That’s what some of the stories I read
said to do. A boy has to look at the girl who makes him jerk off. This
way he can remember how delighted she looks like when he cums for her.
Wow, Abbie must have really done her homework. If she put this much
effort into her regular studies, she’d be an across the board A
student. I wish she’d never had found that story site there’s too many
ideas out there.
“It’s going to give me great satisfaction to know that I am the first girl you’ve ever done this for.”
Truth be told, I’ve never done it for anyone before, girl or boy. Being
forced to do what is a boy’s most private act for anyone, particularly
a girl is the most embarrassing thing I could think of.
Yet here I was, naked, on my knees and jerking off as my kid sister watched every detail.
I wanted to close my eyes and imagine that it was Emily Moore I was
doing it for. Emily is the girl in my class that all the boys fantasize
over. She started budding out even more than a year ago and led all the
other girls in the breast development department.
However,
every time I closed my eyes, Abbie admonished me. “LOOK AT ME! I want
your eyes on mine.” She was forcing me to acknowledge the reality of
the moment.
My eyes might have been on hers, but hers alternated between looking at my face and looking somewhere else.
Mechanically, I was stroking my penis as I always had, but my sister’s
attention made it feel like a whole new experience. Her presence seemed
to have pervaded the room and her enthusiasm was added to my
embarrassment to heighten the emotional experience.
I normally
take my time when I masturbate. I found that the slower I made myself
cum, the more pleasurable the cum was. So I would bring myself
gradually to a peak and then “pump myself over the top.”
But
not this time. Maybe it was the excitement of the situation and it
caused me to pump faster, or it was the heightened state of tension
which increased my blood pressure all over including in my penis making
it all the harder and more sensitive. Or maybe it was simply a
subconscious desire to put on a good show for my sister.
Whatever it was, I was scaling “pleasure mountain” faster than I
intended to. I’ve done fire drills before, mostly in the shower before
school when I don’t have a lot of time. They are good for “taking the
edge off” so I could face the day, but they were not as satisfying as
when I allowed every part of my body catch up to enjoy the
masturabational experience.
So the intensity of the experience
surprised me. I had reached the peak, but was still climbing. Pressure
was building well past the point where my semen would normally burst
out of its confines. I was feeling almost the entire sensation of an
ejaculation, but nothing had cum forth yet.
My mind went blank
except to register the pleasure that jerking off was giving me. I may
have closed my eyes at this point. And then ejaculation did occur. My
body convulsed and I was glad I was kneeling. I am certain that I would
be on the floor if I had been standing. I lost control of my body
except for my hand with which I still managed to stroke my penis and
coax its load out of it.
I have no idea how long I was at it.
I was in such a dizzy state. All I can recall, other than the immense
total body pleasure is Abbie giving out a screech at the moment of the
first blast followed by a mixture of her giggling and "Oh my Gods” from
her.
Finally, it was over. I could feel control over my body
returning to me. My penis was still pulsing and providing small ripples
of pleasure. I fell back to sit on my heels.
The room was
silent and Abbie finally said in a meek voice, “Wow, that was
fantastic! You may not be as big as some of the men on the internet,
but you put them all to shame with that ejaculation. Look how much you
shot and how far you shot it!”
I opened my eyes. The towel was
soaked in numerous places with pools of my cum. It was good thing that
it was big towel and extended over the edge of the bed.
Abbie laughed, “It’s a good thing I wasn’t any closer or you would have gotten me.”
She got up and kissed me on the forehead and said, “Get up and clean up
your mess. Then you can get dressed. Mom and dad will be home soon.”
As I left her room after cleaning up to retrieve my clothes she said, “See you next week.”
-=o=-
Abbie came up to me several times during the week after dinner asking me to “take it out and show her.”
I complained about this stating that mom and dad were home so we couldn’t do anything.
She responded, “Mom’s the only one who comes up here and since I’ve
been helping her with the laundry and vacuuming, she really only comes
up on Saturday morning mostly to check up on things and do
miscellaneous clean up.
Mom and dad are down watching their favorite program on TV. They’re not going to come up.”
“Then why do you want to see it? We can’t do anything. Don’t you have enough pictures of it?”
“It’s not about the pictures. It’s not even about seeing it. I certainly remember what it looks like.
It’s all about me being a girl and you being a boy. I own you. You have
to obey me. This falls well within our rules. It’s in the house and I
am not hurting you.
All I am doing is reminding you who is in charge. Now take it out and let me look at it.”
She was right and there was nothing I could do except take it out. I undid my zipper, fished in my pants and pulled it out.
“Good boy,” she exclaimed, “now let me touch it. I want to make it
hard. In fact, from now on, I would like it if you made it hard any
time I see it.”
She diddled with it for about a minute and got me erected then announced, “That’s better. OK, you can put it back now.”
Exposing myself to her became a nightly routine.
During this time, she also asked me some embarrassing questions.
“You were pretty good on Wednesday night. Do you do it a lot?”
“Do what?”
“Jerk off!”
“Oh. I guess about once or twice a week.” I lied. In truth, it was more like once or twice a day.
“How old were you when you first did it?”
“About 8 or 9, but nothing came out then. It just felt good to do it.”
“So when did you start squirting?”
“Shortly before I turned 13.”
“Interesting. I know girls who have their period by their 12th birthday.”
By the time we finished talking, I was surprised by how many of my
intimate secrets I divulged to her while having an intimate
face-to-face conversation with her as she diddled my penis. I made up
my mind that if I ever scored with Mary Ellen or any other girl in my
class, this is the way I’d like to hold our conversations.
On
the other hand, Abbie told me a lot of things I never knew about girls.
I was amazed by the number of “sex things” she knew and discussed with
other girls her age. She now had some “boy secrets” to tell her friends
now.
(To be continued)