Marc CFNM 4
By Bordertown
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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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