Marc CFNM 4

By Bordertown

Copyright 2022 by Bordertown, all rights reserved

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Marc CFNM, Part Four



Dear Reader,

This is Marc CFNM, Part Four: Introducing Sophie. Words: 3098

Sophie is one of his 12-year-old twin (fraternal) half-sisters.

In this story, Marc is 15, and has just returned from six weeks in India, where he had a CFNM cultural experience.



Montreal, Canada.



Fifteen-year-old Marc made a mistake. Maybe it was jet-lag, but he wasn’t thinking. It was 6:30am, and the house lay quiet, except for a ticking clock in the living room. He wore long gray pajama pants, and no top. He entered the kitchen, opened the fridge door and took out milk and butter. With both hands full, he turned and heeled the door closed. Twelve-year-old Sophie appeared out of nowhere. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged her body tight to his. The mistake Marc made was not wearing anything to control his erection. Blood pumped instantly.

“Soph – let me go!”

But she held on tight. “Promise you’ll never leave us again.”

It was only a few seconds, but enough. And he knew his kid-sister would be feeling the bulge. He managed to break free and step to the countertop to free his hands.

“Marc, OMG!” Sophie had a perfect view. She stared wide-eyed at the big tent pole in his pajama pants. She put her hands to her face.

He turned his back, pushed his erection up against his stomach, took a frypan off the wall and covered himself. He avoided eye contact as he exited the kitchen, red-faced. Then he showered and dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. But this time he wore double-briefs for erection control. He replaced the frying pan, then went to his favorite couch in the sunroom with his phone. There were some dirt-bike parts he needed to order.

All girls in Marc’s life were pretty, a minimum of 8-out-of-10 – he didn’t do plain or average. And his 12-year-old twin half-sisters, Sophie and Bella were no different. But Sophie was the prettiest by a nose, a 10-out-of-10 and his favorite, although he’d never told anyone. The twins, at 12-years-8-months, were both stunning in their own way, but Marc and Sophie had always had a special relationship. And he found her very distracting.

He looked up from his phone to see her standing in the sunroom doorway like an angel. She wore a yellow nightie; an old favorite she was clearly outgrowing. It had once been knee length, but now rode up her brown thighs. Like Bella, Sophie had small breast bumps. They pushed through the thin cotton – subtle bumps that drew the eye. And like Jade, she had long-dark hair and olive skin. In fact, she no doubt resembled Jade when she was 12-years-old.

Marc returned to the bike parts on his phone. He sat near the middle of the couch, and soon sensed his sister as she padded over in bare feet. He slouched, and when Sophie knelt on the couch side-on, her knees touched his hip and lower ribs. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Marc didn’t react. Yesterday, when he’d returned from India, the twins had been all over him, kissing, hugging and touching him non-stop. “Don’t ever leave us again! We love you, big brother!” Despite jerking off twice, his penis had been erected, or semi-erected a lot of the time.

Sophie had a funny look on her face. “I’m still writing my essay about things people find annoying. Can you help with my research again?”

Marc turned away. She blew in his ear. “Is that annoying?” He didn’t respond. She pulled on his ear lobe. “How about that?” He tried to concentrate as she poked his shoulder. “And that?”

“Piss off.”

Sophie laughed. “I want an A-plus on my paper, so you have to help me.” She blew in his ear again.

“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’.”

For the last few years, the twins had baited him into playfights which he always enjoyed, and which always got him erected. And both during and after puberty, he’d had numerous orgasms, both dry and wet whilst messing around with them.

She kissed him on the cheek, three times. “Me and Bell don’t want you to go away again. And we don’t want to share you with our Spanish stepsisters. You’re OUR big brother, and you belong to us, because we’re blood – well – half-blood anyway.”

Marc turned and locked eyes with her. Sophie shoved his shoulder. “Tell me you love me, and that I’m your favorite, and that I’m prettier than Bella, and all those Spanish girls, and all the girls in the whole world.”

Marc said, “Are you going to leave me alone?”

“Mom says I can start modelling when I turn 13.”

“So, in another three years?”

Sophie shoved him harder. “You are so mean – you know we turn 13 in four-and-a-half months.”

“Sorry, my bad.”

“Can we go to the mall today?”

“Maybe.”

“When we walk around, I’ll hold onto your arm, and people will think I’m your girlfriend.”

Marc shook his head.

“They might.”

“People will think you’re my cute little sister, which is what you are.”

“You think I’m cute?”

He held up a thumb and a finger, a half-inch apart. “About this much.”

“You are so mean.”

Marc was aware of his penis bulge. His jeans and briefs were containing the pressure, but it had become noticeable. Not enough to cause alarm like his pajama tent pole in the kitchen, but still. He knew Sophie would be aware of it.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding parts for my dirt-bike.”

She told him that recently whilst out-and-about, she and Bella had been approached by talent scouts wanting to sign them up for modeling and acting. And that at the mall, some boys told them they were the prettiest girls they’d ever seen. She leaned in and kissed his cheek repeatedly.

“Soph ...” He turned, and she kissed him on the mouth. Her lips lingered before she pulled away. She gave him a devilish smile, the same way his mother smiled. His bulge got bigger. They stared at each other for a few seconds. God, she was beautiful.

She tucked her luxurious long-dark hair behind her ears. “Can I tell you something?”

Marc sighed. “Is this going to take long?”

“It’s just that me and Bell don’t mind, you know …”

He raised his eyebrows.

“We don’t mind when that happens, like in the kitchen before, and in the pool. We know boys can’t help it.”

Marc stayed silent.

“We think it’s kind-of funny, especially with our own big-brother.”

“Did something happen in the kitchen?”

It was Sophie’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Something big definitely happened.”

“It must have been your imagination, like at the hotel.”

She put her hands to her face. “OMG, don’t remind me!”

A few months earlier, the family had stayed at an historic boutique hotel in Mont Laurier. The bathroom had no lock, and Sophie had entered just as Marc pulled back the bathtub shower curtain. At the time, he’d had a full, bone-hard erection, and Sophie had a good long look before squealing and running out. Soon after, Marc had pinned her to the ground and made her swear she hadn’t seen anything, or else. But ever since she’d made suggestive little comments, and given him knowing little smiles – just to remind him of what she had witnessed: her 15-year-old brother’s fully erected penis and testicles.

Sophie blew in his ear again. “Anyways, me and Bell don’t mind when that happens, so don’t be embarrassed or anything.”

“You shouldn’t be talking like this. You should go back to bed.”

She didn’t respond. The faint tick of the clock counted the seconds. She poked his shoulder again. “Can I tell you something else?”

“I’m sure you’re going to anyway.”

“Mom was talking about you the other day.”

Marc thought, yeah, Mom talks way too much.

“While you were in India, me and Bell had a whole bunch of friends over, and Mom was on the computer showing them photos of us when we were little.”

He knew what was coming.

“You’re butt naked in some of the photos, mostly when you were small. But there’s some when you were 11 and 12.”

“You really should go back to bed.”

But Sophie was enjoying herself. “There’s this photo with you, me and Bell in the bathtub, and we’re sitting, but you’re standing up with the shower hose.”

Marc shook his head. “Mom promised not to show them to anyone.”

“Our friends were all crowded around, and they’re like, “’OMG! – we can totally see your brother’s thingy!”’

He sighed again. “Can we change the subject?”

“And Mom’s like, “’It’s okay girls, all boys have one.”’

“Give me a break. And I was only 11 back then, so let’s forget about it.”

“Some of our friends have seen 11 and 12-year-old boys naked, like their brothers and cousins and stuff, but they all said that you were WAY bigger.”

Marc nodded. “I was above average height for my age back then.”

Sophie smiled and leaned in close. “You know what I’m talking about.”

He tried to ignore her, but she was on a roll. “Some of our friends texted later because they wanted to see the photos again.”

“Young girls shouldn’t be looking at photos of naked boys.”

“Girls are just curious. And our friends think you’re the dreamiest boy ever, and now they’ve seen you naked.” She couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “They’ll all be smiling next time you

see them.”

Sophie continued with another embarrassing revelation: their mother had shown the girls photos of his 3-D printed model that was made when he was 12-and-a-half for the Health Canada sex education roadshow. “Our friends LOVED those photos, and they’re totally lifelike.”

Marc gave her an exasperated look. There were a couple of 3-D printed photos he prayed they hadn’t seen. “Those photos are private, and Mom shouldn’t have shown them to anyone.”

Sophie leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She leaned back. “Our friends love you. We all do, so don’t be embarrassed.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

She toyed with her hair; another funny expression on her pretty face. She giggled.

Marc said, “What now?”

“It’s just that … the last two photos of your model were the most, umm … interesting.”

He closed his eyes. So now he knew: his mother had shown the girls the printed model photos when his penis was erected. The twins were having a pool party soon, and all their girlfriends would be there, and they’d all had a good look at his 12-year-old penis, both flaccid and erected. Not to mention his developing testicles. It was going be embarrassing, but he’d just have to deal with it.

Marc thought back to the 3-D printing three years ago. It had been a surreal experience: sending in the application; being chosen as a finalist; flying to Toronto; being ordered around by young girls; getting naked for the printing machine with the girls present – super awkward. At 12-and-a-half, Marc had found the process tense and embarrassing, but also involuntarily stimulating, and his penis was up and down like a Yoyo, much to the delight and amusement of the girls. Was it worth the embarrassment and humiliation? Probably, as he received five grand from Health Canada, and another five from his mother as a reward for participating. Ten grand. He’d bought an awesome dirt-bike.

He told Sophie to shut-up while he completed his parts order. She leaned in close. Their cheeks touched. “Is this annoying?”

He said, “Very.” But he enjoyed having her close.

She climbed over him, spun around and leaned against the side of the couch; her legs across his legs at right angles. Her calves rested either side of his erection bulge, which had become quite obvious. Sophie’s nightie had ridden up on her thighs. She pushed it down to protect her modesty. She toyed with her hair and fidgeted. Her calves bumped against his bulge several times. She threw her head back and giggled.

“Yes?” he asked, without looking up.

She shoved his shoulder. “You’re a funny customer.”

Marc finished his transaction. He put the phone down and gazed at his sister’s nice brown

legs.

“Me and Bell know why you stopped having baths with us when you were 11.”

“That was four years ago.”

“Mom said that you were growing up, and that you started getting umm, … excited, like in your 3-D printed photos.”

Marc had a vision of Sophie, Bella and all their 12-year-old friends crowding around the computer, jostling to get a better look, staring at his life-size, lifelike model with his penis fully erected. He could see their shocked and surprised expressions, and hear the delighted giggling and the OMGs! at the unexpected visual stimulation. His deviant mother would have loved it. And he

couldn’t believe his lovely little-sister was openly discussing it with him.

“Soph, Mom should NOT be telling you this. And why are we talking about it anyway?”

“Do you remember our nanny, Juliana?”

“Of course.”

“And those four sisters from Argentina who helped out with babysitting?”

Marc nodded.

“Didn’t those girls give you baths?”

“What’s it to you?”

Sophie twisted one side of her butt off the couch, raised a leg, and jabbed down. She missed his arm, and struck his ribs with a well-directed heel strike.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Tell me!”

Marc sighed in resignation. She had definitely become more knowing and curious; no longer so sweet and innocent. That train had left the station. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the early morning light.

He decided to play along to get the conversation over with. “I had injuries from crashing my bike and needed their help.”

“So, you were totally naked?”

“I was in the bathtub – what do you think?”

“But the girls weren’t naked, right?”

“If it’s any of your business, they wore swimsuits and school uniforms, depending.”

“Was that embarrassing for you?” Sophie asked, with a knowing half-smile.

Marc nodded. “Yes, especially with Alice and Ana, as they weren’t much older than me.”

She threw her head back again, and laughed even louder.

“Glad you find it so funny.”

“Those girls were my age back then, and I can’t imagine bathing a naked 11-year-old boy. Especially one who gets, umm … excited.”

“I was nearly 12, and they were professionals.”

“Did they wash you ALL over?”

“Soph, seriously, what …”

“Just tell me.”

Marc really wanted to end the conversation. He answered quickly. “Yes.”

“I mean like, everywhere?”

“Yes.”

Sophie giggled with delight – thrilled to learn that the young girls had washed his erect penis. He tickled the soles of her bare feet. She squealed and drew her legs back. “OMG, you are the rudest boy ever. You should change your name to Rude-Boy-to-the-Max or something. But I guess you gave those girls an education.” She put her legs back down, with one calf on top of his bulge.

“Are we done here?”

“Mom said that when you were in India, you joined in a cultural festival where boys go naked.”

Marc didn’t know how his mother even knew about it. Yet he wasn’t surprised. “Mom tells you way too much.”

“And back when you were 12, you went to some far-away kingdom in Asia with Pops, and the same thing happened.”

“This conversation is over.”

Sophie raised her leg again, threatening another heel strike.

Marc grabbed her foot. “Not every country in the world is like Canada, and in some cultures, it’s much more acceptable for boys to be naked in public. Sometimes it’s normal.”

“That sounds very rude. And how come you joined in?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Tell me!”

He sighed, yet again. “In Brunei, I didn’t have a choice. And in India, I got rewarded for my participation.”

“What kind of reward?”

“None of your business.”

“Did girls see you naked?”

He locked on to her big hazel eyes again. “Maybe they did, and maybe they didn’t.”

“So, they did then.”

Marc let go of her foot. “I really have to go.”

“How old were the girls?”

He didn’t answer.

“You are totally the RUDEST.”

He went to get up, but Sophie hadn’t finished.

“When we go on the cruise next month, you’re in charge of my butt.”

This made him sit back down. “Say what?”

Sophie told him that she and Bell were super-excited about their mother’s upcoming

wedding in Spain, and they couldn’t wait to go on the 7-day hen party cruise. And that on the ship, their mother was putting Marc in charge of all his little sisters.

“Me and Bell said, NO WAY is Marc in charge of us! But Mom said there’ll be lots creepy men on the ship, and that we’re super-pretty young girls with sexy butts, so we need our big-brother to be our personal bodyguard. And you’ll be in charge of where we go, and what we do, and what we wear, especially in the swimming pool.” She continued breathlessly, “And Mom said you’ll be in charge of our sexy butts.”

“Am I getting paid for this?”

Sophie pulled a funny face. “Whatever – and Moms booked luxury cabins up top for the hen party. But we’re stuck in a tiny cabin down below with no windows.” She paused for breath. “And Mom’s putting you, me and Bell in the same cabin.”

“Seriously?”

“Me and Bell were like, MOM! we’re getting too old to be sleeping in the same room as Marc. But she’s like, “’He’s going to be your bodyguard, and anyway, you’ve seen your big-brother naked before.”’ Sophie threw her head back and giggled, yet again. “Can you believe that?”

He thought about this new information. Being with the twins on the cruise full time, and sleeping in the same cabin would be beyond distracting. Not to mention being with his cute Spanish stepsisters.

“Do you think me and Bell have sexy butts?”

Marc ignored the question, but the answer was yes, as the girls were stunning, and would soon be very attractive teenagers.

The quiet in the room returned. The clock ticked in the distance with an obedient rhythm. Then Sophie jumped up and stood in front of him; another devilish smile on beautiful face. She lifted her nightie. Marc stared at her delightful pink panty briefs, with flowers and white trim. She slowly turned around and showed him her slender, pleasingly shaped butt. Then she sat on his thighs, hugged him, and kissed him on the mouth. She pulled back. They locked eyes. “Tell me you love me, and that I’m your favorite, and that I’m prettier than Bella, and all those Spanish girls, and all the girls in the whole world.”

Marc shrugged. “You’re not bad looking, I guess.”

Sophie whacked him. “You are so mean.”
























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