Book of Dreams

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Book of Dreams

Jerry’s fourteenth birthday had its share of surprises. This one was family only, the one with his friends would be in two weeks after exams were done and spring break began.

The first was a book. He liked to read, and the title sounded interesting. “The Book of Dreams”. Yet when he opened it, each page inside was blank. He looked at the wrapping, trying to figure out who gave it to him. It was different than the wrapping used on the other gifts.

“Who is that from?” his dad asked.

“I don’t know. There was no card or sticker on it.”

“Gladys?” His dad asked ex-wife’s sister. But she shrugged her shoulders.

“Not anything we brought.”

The fact that Aunt Gladys was here with his two cousins was also a surprise. One he had a feeling his dad didn’t greatly appreciate. He hadn’t known that she was coming. And he didn’t approve of Steve very much.

Steve was one of Jerry’s cousins. He was six months younger, still thirteen. He was a loner. Few friends back where he lived, he mostly stayed in the basement or back yard doing nothing. It always made Jerry’s dad worried that he was up to something. But Jerry knew his cousin was just anti-social. He would sometimes play a game or even talk a bit if it was just the two of them. But when their sisters were around, he quickly disappeared.

Kathy and Wendy. Kathy was Jerry’s sister. She was a little younger than Steve. Wendy was twelve and nothing like her brother at all. She was very sociable. Too much so as far as Jerry was concerned. She had once walked in the bathroom while he was showering and began combing her hair. Only Jerry was sure she was using the mirror to see him, not her hair. He covered up with the washcloth. It had been three years ago, and neither of them had said anything to any of the adults. But Jerry was sure she’d told Kathy.

Jerry finished opening the last present and said his thanks to each person. It wasn’t a bad haul. A new phone to replace the one with the cracked screen. Three new games for his Switch. A package of underwear from Steve. Probably really from Aunt Gladys as Steve had looked as surprised as he’d been when he opened it. Briefs! White cotton briefs. Did she think he was still nine years old? He’d thanked Steve, but Steve looked amused and confused at the same time.

And the book that none claimed as the giver. Jerry wondered who had sent it.

His dad said it must be some kind of a diary and he should start putting his thoughts in it.

“Or dreams,” Steve said with a laugh. “The one’s that make your…”

“That will be enough,” Aunt Gladys said loudly, cutting him off. Jerry was pretty sure his cousin was going to say, “The one’s that make your dick get hard.” It was the kind of stuff his cousin often said when it was just the two of them.

That night, Jerry had another surprise. Not a pleasant one. He’d had a wet dream, the first time since he was twelve. He didn’t remember anything about the dream, but it had made a mess inside his pajamas and onto his sheets.

He got up slowly, listening and watching Steve, who was sleeping on a blow-up mattress across the room. If his cousin were to wake and find out he’d had a wet dream, he’d blab about it all through breakfast. Kathy and Wendy would enjoy hearing about it, that was for sure.

He stripped off his pajama bottoms, leaving him naked. It may be early spring, but his room faced to the west and it heated up a lot. He used them to wipe his middle, and then tried to clean the sheets. It wasn’t working and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Feeling a bit odd, he left his room naked and headed for the basement where it would be cooler. There was a couch down there that he thought Steve might sleep on, but Steve wanted to share the room.

“Where is Jerry?” Jerry heard his sister ask from upstairs.

Jerry shook his head. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t know, he’s not in his room. But look at the mess he made in his pajamas and bed,” Steve laughed.

“What is that,” Wendy asked.

“Dick juice. Cock snot.” Jerry could hear his cousin dancing around. “He had a wet dream!”

“Is that, ug! Get that out of my face,” Wendy yelled.

It was too much noise. His dad or Aunt Gladys would have ended it by now. Jerry felt odd. Comfortable, not hot. He sat up suddenly, remembering. Just then the basement door opened.

“Jerry, are you down there?” Kathy asked. The lights came on.

There was no place to hide and nothing to cover up with. He was just getting up from the couch when his sister and both his cousins reached the bottom of the steps.

“Oh my god, he’s naked,” Wendy shrieked.

“And he’s got a boner too,” Steve laughed. He ran and grabbed Jerry’s hands and did all he could to pull them apart.

Both girls froze, staring. At him. His cousin had pulled his arms just enough to let the tip of his dick squeeze between his hands. He reached to the side to try and break Steve’s grip, but his cousin moved behind him and got his arms under his arm pits and pulled his hands up.

Jerry was now naked and erect, and his sister and Wendy could see all if it. It took him a minute to break his younger cousin’s grip and he ran around the girls and up the stairs.

It was twenty minutes later when he heard the lock release and Steve entered his bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” he said. It sounded sincere, but Jerry didn’t care. The damage was done. The girls knew he’d had a wet dream. They found him in the basement, naked, and had seen him with a raging boner. He was still naked, but at least he’d taken care of his erection. His top sheet now had more cum on it.

“You should go take a shower. The girls want your sheets and pajamas. They won’t come up here, I’m supposed to bring them down. They want to get them washed and the sheets back on your bed before our parents return.”

It felt awkward to strip his bed of the bottom sheet while naked. He felt Steve’s eyes staring at his butt. He bundled them up along with his pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom.

He washed, but no soap had ever been made that could wash away the memory of what had happened. Hoping Steve was downstairs, he returned to his room. The bundle of soiled sheets and pajamas was gone, but his cousin was still there, and he had the book in his hands.

“I thought you said the book was full of empty pages,” Steve said. “It isn’t. And what is here is very interesting. It is too bad that I have to leave right after lunch. It sure would be something I’d enjoy being part of.” He closed the book and got up and looked at his cousin.

“Especially the chapter titled “Hair today, gone tomorrow”. You’ve got some time today to make it fun, and I’m more than willing to help.” He handed the book to Jerry and left, leaving the door to the bedroom open.

Jerry grabbed some clean clothes, but he was more interested in the book then in getting dressed. He picked it up and saw the title had changed. It was now “The Book of Dreams and Nightmares”.

He opened it and saw that page one was filled. It began with a simple introduction.

“You know me. Guess who I am and what I want, and the book will disappear. Until that happens, a new chapter will appear often, sometimes maybe more than once in a day. Do what is necessary to make it a dream, or it will become a nightmare.

Chapter One, the Adventure Begins.

Offer Steve a blowjob, and one that he will really enjoy. He will be honest in his appraisal, but you only get one chance, so perhaps you should learn what makes one great instead of just okay. Do it tonight and you will have a very happy dream that you will remember. Or, don’t make the offer to your cousin to allow the nightmare to happen.

Oh, you did not read the book before going to bed. Too bad for you. You will have the wildest dream you’ve ever had, but you won’t remember it. It will result in you making a mess in your pajamas. You will still be asleep, but you will strip them off and sleepwalk to the basement where you will lay down on the couch. You won’t wake until you hear your sister call your name. But you will be confused, and feel much weaker than normal. Even your cousin, who is half a year younger than you, will be able to easily hold you, allowing your sister and other cousin to see you totally naked. Once you escape, you can return to your room. Hopefully, you’ll read the book or then next dream or nightmare may start immediately.”

The text was in beautifully written script. Jerry had seen Steve’s handwriting, and it was messy and filled with misspelled words. Nothing like what was in the book. But if Steve didn’t write it, then who did? His sister hated having to learn to read and write script, and it would have taken her days to write the passage as neatly as it was written. He didn’t know if Wendy could have done it, he knew little about her grades or subjects as she and Steve went to a totally different school district.

He turned the page.

“Chapter Two, Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.

Offer your cousin two blowjobs, good ones, today and another two next time you two are together and you will have a wonderful dream that might even include a clue about who I am. Do it, or next time you see him, you’ll have another nightmare, even worse than last night.”

There was no description of the dream or the nightmare. Just the one paragraph. Written with the same script writing that was so good it almost could have been created using a script font on a computer. And that idea made Jerry investigate more. He checked the binding, but it appeared to be glued. The pages were held tightly in the binding; they couldn’t be pulled out or replaced without damaging the book. He tried and found that he couldn’t even tear the paper let alone pull a page out.

Decision time. He was sure he would never, ever, give a blowjob to any boy, his cousin included. Steve was okay, but sucking his dick would give him a sense of power and control. Same for any other boy. Yet he was curious about it. How it would feel to get one. What another boy’s cum would taste like. He’d even gone so far as to accept a game of strip poker with two of his friends that included a blowjob. Calvin Schottenstein had proposed it back when they were eleven, but Ian Trout refused to play if the blowjob was part of it. And it was probably a good thing too, as they did play for clothes. Jerry remembered being the first one to end up naked. If Ian had agreed to play for a blowjob, he’d have gotten one that night.

Steve hadn’t closed the door to the bedroom when he left, and Jerry hadn’t bothered to. But suddenly, he wished he had. Kathy and Wendy walked in.

“Oh, you’re still naked,” his sister said. Next to her Wendy just giggled. “Aunt Gladys and dad are back. We’re going to have lunch and then our cousins need to pack and head for home.”

Caught by surprise, Jerry didn’t react immediately, giving the two girls another chance to see him. At least this time he didn’t have a boner. At least not yet. The two girls stood there; their eyes fixed on his groin. He dropped the book. His clothes were on the other side of the bed, too far to reach. All he could do was cover up as his dick once again began to fill with blood.

The girls stood there. “Move your hands and let us see it again, and we’ll leave,” Kathy suggested. “Or, I’ll call Dad and tell him you refused to get dressed and showed your privates off to us.”

His dad would never believe that lie. Yet he was naked. And he’d have a real hard time explaining why. He moved his hands. His dick stuck straight up, pointing at the ceiling.

“I love it,” Wendy said. “I can only hope that Steve is as dumb as him when he becomes a teen.” Laughing, she and Kathy left the room.

As he dressed, he could still hear them talking and laughing. He heard Wendy ponder a thought.

“I wonder what the hell Steve has over him to make him keep letting us see him naked?”

During lunch, Steve often looked to his cousin, hope written all over his face. Jerry did his best to ignore him. He was not going to suck Steve’s dick. Maybe if it was only once. But four times? No way in hell.

An hour after lunch, Steve nudged Jerry and whispered, “I’ve got to go pack. Just one, we have time for that. You can owe me the other three.”

“Not happening,” Jerry whispered back. “Not now, not ever.” He turned and went outside, away from Steve.

Aunt Gladys led the way with her one suitcase. Steve followed, with his backpack and his sister’s suitcase. Kathy and Jerry’s dad behind them.

Knowing he was expected to say goodbye, Jerry got up from the front porch and over to his aunt’s car. He endured a hug from his aunt, said his goodbyes, and stood next to his dad until the car started backing out the driveway.

That night, just before getting ready for bed, he opened the book. There was nothing added from what he’d read before. At least he had his room to himself now. He put his pajama bottoms on over his boxers, just in case. And then, even though it was hot, he put on the top. He got into bed, but sleep didn’t come quickly.

He woke up cold. He reached for his sheet, but something wasn’t right. He began to rise up just as the door opened.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know… What the hell were you doing with my stuff?” Kathy sounded angry. And then she looked harder at her brother.

“You are crazy. Now you look like a little boy.”

Jerry quickly came fully awake. He wasn’t in his room. Instead, he was in the bathroom, in the tub. And he was naked. As he slid back down and tried to hide his privates, it got worse.

“What is the problem?” their father asked.

“Jerry used the stuff I use to remove the hair from my legs. But it looks like he used it to remove more than just leg hair.” Kathy stepped aside and let her dad see what she was seeing.

“Jerold Mathew Hamilton, what is wrong with you? Stand up.” His dad stood there waiting.

“Dad, I’m naked. Can you and Karen just give me a few minutes…”

“I can see that you are naked. I’ve seen you before. Stand up and look at me and tell me why you were playing with your sister’s stuff.”

Jerry wanted to die. He was naked, and once again, erect. Right now, his hands hid that fact from his father and sister, but he could not get up without exposing himself to them.

“It was the book. It’s making me do things.”

“What book? How is it controlling you?”

“The one I got for my birthday. I don’t know. Please, just leave me alone for five minutes so I can get dressed.”

His father didn’t leave. Instead, he grabbed Jerry’s wrists and pulled him up. His whole body was now exposed.

Kathy laughed, but his father just shook his head as she looked at him. From his neck down and then back up.

“I know you had a few hairs in your arm pits, so I assume you had pubic hair too. Now it is all gone. And I want to know why. Speak to me, or I’ll drag you downstairs and spank you like the little boy you appear to be.”

“I did tell you. The book. It makes me do stuff.”

“Enough of this. I warned you.” He lifted him out of the tub and pulled him to the kitchen. He pushed him face down over the table.

“Karen, get the long spoon out of the drawer,” their dad ordered.

Holding him down with one hand, he used the spoon repeatedly on his backside. Once he decided it was a nice enough shade of red and Jerry was crying hard enough, he pulled him up.

“Go stand in the corner there,” he pointed. “And don’t you dare come out until the timer chimes.” He set the timer on the microwave for 30 minutes.

“Karen, I have to go to work. If he leaves before the timer is done, or swears, or anything else that he shouldn’t, call me. I’ll have Mrs. Schottenstein come over and spank him again.”

As much as Jerry wanted to run and hide in his room, he didn’t dare move now. Mrs. Schottenstein was Calvin’s mother, and if she came, Calvin would probably come with her. He and Cal were friends, but he knew that Cal would get a kick out of seeing him naked. Worse than that, Cindy, Cal’s younger sister, would probably come along too. He couldn’t allow another girl to see him naked.

“Okay Dad,” Kathy said. She took a seat at the kitchen table where she could see her brother’s bare ass and waited. It hadn’t gone exactly as she had planned, but close enough. She hadn’t had time to update the book last night, but she was pleased to see she didn’t necessarily need to unless she wanted something specific with no changes. She was supposed to be the one giving him his spanking, not their dad, but that worked out for the best anyway.

“Goodbye,” her dad yelled from the front door. She heard it slam behind him. Then she ran up to Jerry’s room.

The book was laying on Jerry’s bed. She grabbed it and hurried back downstairs, hoping to catch her brother doing anything except standing in the corner. Once there, she opened it. Now it was time to make Jerry realize things were about to get worse. She began to read it out loud.

“Chapter one. The first dream. Offer Steve a blowjob. If he passes on it, let girls see me naked. Wake up early, remove pajamas, and go to the basement. Pretend to sleep until the girls come down and find me.”

Jerry almost came out of the corner. He managed to just turn his head to the side. “Don’t read that,” he begged.

She ignored him. “Chapter two. Hair today, gone tomorrow.” She stopped reading. “Well, I guess we know how that one ended. I’ll move on.” She turned the page, knowing chapter two was still mostly blank because she hadn’t updated it. He would never know.

“Chapter three. Lion Tamer.”

“This one sounds very interesting. And the others do too. Who or what is the lion tamer?”

“I don’t know. That wasn’t there last night. And you read it as if I wrote it. It was written about me, not by me.”

“It is clearly your handwriting,” Kathy pointed out, holding the book so he could see it.

“I could never write that neatly,” he said. He saw the script. And there was more after the title of the third chapter, but before he could read it, she turned it back towards her.

“Neatly? This is your typical, lazy block letter writing. It is anything but neat. And there are three spelling errors already.”

“You were in the basement yesterday morning,” Kathy began. “Wendy and I didn’t find you until after Dad and Aunt Gladys left to go to the store. You were totally naked. You didn’t even try to hide it at first.”

“That’s not true. Steve pulled my hands apart so you could see me!”

“That’s partially correct. “Although you didn’t even struggle. You let Steve hold you. You’re older and stronger than him. You could have easily broken free and covered up. But you allowed him to hold your arms so that Wendy and I could see you. And your dick, which was erect.”

“I didn’t want to.” Jerry did turn around and look at his sister. “The book tells me what to do. If I don’t, it makes me do stuff in my sleep. You read it. It wanted me to give Steve a blowjob. I didn’t, and then I ended up naked in the basement.”

“Look, I don’t know what the hell is going on,” Kathy injected. “But I will admit, I’m a bit curious. I’m going to test it. I’m taking the book. I want to see what the hell happens if you don’t do the Lion Tamer dare. And you came out of the corner before the time was done. Either you remain naked until I say you can dress, or I call Dad and watch as Mrs. Schottenstein warms your ass again.”

She closed the book and headed out of the kitchen.

“No, Kathy, I need the book. It gives me options. I won’t know what to do…”

“If you’re telling the truth, as stupid as that sounds, then I want to know what happens. I’m going to hide the book. You’ll have to deal with the consequences.” She left, but this time out the back door. With his book. He was naked, he couldn’t follow her. He watched through the kitchen window as she headed towards the Schottenstein house. Then he realized, she was going to visit Calvin’s sister. He panicked as he thought that maybe she would bring Cindy back home with her.

His book was gone. All he had was the title of the next chapter. Lion Tamer. He had no idea what that meant. Surely, it couldn’t have anything to do with a lion. But what could it mean? And what if he missed an important clue as to who was doing this to him. He’d never get it to end.

His phone signaled he had a text. He picked it up and saw it was from his sister. He read it.

“Ian and Carl are on their way over. Stay naked and give them what they want and I’ll give you a clue about the lion tamer. Or get dressed and take your chances.”

It was a horrible plan. Jerry didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to be seen naked in front of his two friends. Especially now that he’d just removed all of his body hair. And he guessed that his ass was still red from the spanking. He paced nervously, wanting to get dressed. But he needed any clue Kathy might know.

Before he could decide what to do, the doorbell rang. He had to make up his mind now.

He felt slightly light-headed as he went to the front door. He looked through the peephole and saw it was his two best friends. They were both smiling. He decided.

“Damn, she didn’t lie,” Ian said as the door opened and he saw Jerry. “You really did lose the biggest bet of your life, didn’t you.” He and Carl entered, their eyes fully on Jerry’s middle.

“And you had to remove your hair, just like she said. Are you going to do the rest of the bet? Me and Carl aren’t sure, but the cost if you don’t sounds worse. Maybe.”

“What did she tell you?” Jerry asked, wondering what the terms of the fake bet were.

“A blowjob for both of us. Or the three of us each invite a girl over to see you naked and watch you jack off.”

“We’re supposed to text her and tell her which option you take,” Cal stated before Jerry could even think. “If it is girls, I’ll call Julia Caston. But the real question is, who are you going to call?”

“Marie Blacksmith,” Ian said with a laugh. “She just had her fourteenth birthday last week.”

“I think that if it’s calling other girls, your sister is going to come over to watch too,” Cal laughed. “She will bring my sister too for sure. If that’s your choice, I’m betting you will call Cora Woodward. We both know how much you like her.”

Jerry was trapped. He couldn’t give a boy a blowjob, especially not his two best friends. But the girls they were picking were fourteen, same as them. Girls he’d see in school in the fall. Girls who would always remember him as the hairless boy who let them see him naked and jacked off for them.

“Look, if you choose the blowjob, we won’t tell anyone,” Ian began. “Well, we have to tell your sister. But nobody else. You’ve got to decide which is worse. Me, I think I’d rather jack off in front of three girls.”

Jerry’s brain was screaming “No blowjobs”. He was stuck. If he defied his sister, she had the book and he needed to get it back. Or at least a clue about who or what was the lion tamer.

“Make the calls,” he said. He was right on the verge of breaking down in tears. He used his own phone to call Cora.

Once the calls were made and the three girls were on their way, Cal looked at him. “I guess we’re ready for the next part.”

Jerry had no idea what the next part was.

“Come on out to the garage. You can’t chicken out now. Maybe it isn’t too late to change your mind and go for the blowjobs instead.”

Jerry followed his two friends. Once there, Ian pulled the workout bench Jerry sometimes used and put it in the middle of the garage. Cal had found a coil of soft rope and a knife.

“Come on, lay down so we can tie you,” Ian said. His voice sounded sympathetic, but his eyes showed interest. “Kathy was afraid that you’d run.”

Feeling like maybe he should change his stance on giving blowjobs, Jerry got on the bench. His knees were just off the end with his feet on the floor. Ropes were tied to his arms and then to the frame of the bench. Then a last item. A shop cloth over his eyes, secured with an elastic strap.

Then he heard the garage door going up. “NO!” he shouted. “I’m…”

“Just half way,” Ian said. “Nobody will be able to tell you’re naked unless they are inside the garage.”

“You guys aren’t going to watch, are you?” The thought that three girls, including one he had a crush on, were going to be here in a few minutes was frightening. But he didn’t want his two best friends watching his humiliation.

The garage door stopped rising, and Jerry knew from the time it took it couldn’t have traveled more than half way up.

“I guess we can leave if you want,” Ian said. But the blindfold was not something Kathy had said was part of the bet. He and Cal had guessed that Jerry wouldn’t want them there. This way, they could watch and he’d never know. They just had to leave and tell the girls to not say anything about them being here.

Jerry knew his dick was getting hard. It was quiet. He almost wished he hadn’t told his friends to leave, he would have enjoyed having someone to converse with.

He had no sense of time, but soon he heard voices from the driveway. Girl’s voices. It was showtime.

Marie, Julia, and Cora had been joined by Kathy and Cindy. They entered as a group. Behind them came Ian and Cal.

“Oh, shit, look at him!” Jerry knew from the voice that was Cora, the girl he liked. “He’s fourteen, but totally hairless.”

“Yeah, but he does have a nice-looking dick,” Marie quipped.

Jerry cried out and tried to roll as a hand gently gripped his balls. “And big balls too,” Julia laughed.

Hands touched him. On his chest, pulling on his nipples. On his dick, getting him close to shooting.

Then the hands were pulled back. “Okay, show time,” Cora announced. “You’re right-handed, right?”

“Yeah,” Jerry mumbled. He felt someone untying his left hand. Once it was free, he was ordered to do what he lost in the bet.

His left hand began. Two fingers and a thumb began to stretch his skin up and down the shaft. It was awkward trying to do it with his left hand. He started slowly. He soon felt the sensation building in his balls. The feeling spread to his belly. His legs were kicking up and down until his knees rose a little as his stomach contracted, and then the climax came. It was much more intense than normal, and he felt each burst of cum as they landed on his belly and chest. The girls laughed and joked about it for several seconds, and then he heard one of them say it was time to leave.

They’d left him tied, naked, and covered in cum. Jerry used his left hand to pull the cloth covering his eyes off. He saw his sister and Cindy standing next to him, smiling.

“Was that fun?” Kathy asked with a sly smile. “Jacking off in front of, well, you probably don’t want to know how many girls. All I’ll say is that it was more than three.”

“W-w-who?” Jerry stammered. “How many girls?”

“That information will cost you. We can negotiate a price later. I’m going to walk Cindy home. You should be able to untie yourself.” Without a backward glance, his sister ducked under the partially opened garage door. Cindy looked at him for several more seconds before also leaving.

Jerry hurried to get his right arm untied and then went to the house door, only to find it locked. He peeked under the partially opened door. Not seeing anyone, he ducked down and ran to his left. Their back yard was fenced, but the gate had never been locked. Until now. A brand new, shiny padlock sealed the gate.

He turned around and found three boys behind him. The Merrigan’s. Tom, who was fourteen, and the twins, Andy and Alan, who were thirteen.

“Your sister said you’ve got a problem doing something you need to do, and suggested that we help,” Tom said. “I’ve got a key to your house. How about we go into the garage and see if we can meet each other’s needs.” He turned and started walking towards the street.

He couldn’t stand around outside, anyone could come by and see him, so he followed the three brothers as they entered the garage. Once all four of them were inside, Tom went to the controller on the wall and pushed the button. The door slid down to the ground and stopped.

“What problem did my sister say I have?” Jerry asked. He covered his privates as he noticed the twins looking down there.

“She said you seem to have a hard time deciding to do something that you really want to do. We’re here to help. You will give each of us a blowjob, and then we’ll let you into your house.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Jerry said.

Tom must have given some kind of signal that he hadn’t seen because all three of the Merrigan boys moved at the same time. He was forced backwards until the back of his knees hit the workout bench, and then he was pushed down onto his back. The ropes were still tied to the bench legs, and the other ends were quickly tied to his wrists.

“Let me go or I’ll tell my dad when he gets home,” Jerry tried. He hoped it would work, because he was unlikely to get much sympathy from his dad after what had happened this morning.

“Oh, I think we can convince you to do what you need to long before he comes home,” Tom responded. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small plastic bottle and held it up in front of Jerry’s face.

“Icy Hot. I’m going to put just a drop on the head of your dick. Then we’ll see if you want to blow us or find out how it feels to have your entire dick and balls covered with it.”

“No, don’t.” Jerry struggled, but he could not get free. He watched as Tom unscrewed the top from the container and then squeezed a tiny bit of the white stuff onto a finger. With one hand holding his dick, he applied the Icy Hot to the very sensitive purple head. The he rose up.

“It takes a few seconds.” He watched until he saw Jerry’s eyes narrow. “Yes, you’re feeling it now. Don’t worry, it gets worse.”

“Please, untie me. I won’t tell. But I’m not going to …” His voice trailed off as his body stiffened.

“I see it is working. About five minutes like it is, and then it gradually gets cooler. But unless you promise to suck our dicks, you’re going to have to endure a lot more than this.”

The spot where the Icy Hot had been applied wasn’t particularly painful, but it was very uncomfortable. And he knew it was just one drop. What if Tom did as he had threatened and covered his dick and balls with the stuff?

“I give up, untie me. I’ll suck you, as soon as I wipe it off.”

“Wiping it off won’t help, it has already been absorbed into the skin. But I’m going to trust you. You have one chance, or I’ll coat your junk with this. And I might even coat my fingers and shove them up your ass.”

He put the plastic container back in a pocket. He told Andy to undress while Alan helped him to untie the ropes around his wrists.

Tom pulled him up so that he was sitting on the bench facing one of the twins. Jerry didn’t know how Tom could tell them apart; they looked identical to him. They even dressed the same.

Andy was hard. Not a huge dick, but easily as wide as two of his fingers and as long as his middle one. His balls hung down, and he had a small patch of hair that extended a couple of inches to each side and maybe an inch towards his belly.

“Don’t chicken out,” Tom said as Jerry stared at Andy’s dick. “I will coat your dick and balls with this stuff. And when the fire goes out, we’ll be right in the same spot we’re in now. It isn’t that bad. He probably doesn’t shoot much anyway.”

Jerry believed him. The heat was already subsiding, but the fear of what it would feel like all over his dick and balls was stronger than his revulsion for sucking the younger teen boy’s dick. He leaned forward and took it in.

“Stop,” Andy said immediately. “Don’t let your teeth touch my dick or you’ll have to do this again and again until you learn how.”

Jerry started over. It wasn’t as horrible as he’d thought it would be. And Andy seemed pretty happy. Two minutes later, he heard Andy take in a deep breath and felt him push forward. Then three or four bursts of cum filled his mouth.

“Don’t spit it out or you’ll have to do it again,” Tom said. “Alan, your turn.”

There was no physical difference between Alan and Andy that Jerry could see. It took about the same amount of time, and Alan shot the same volume of cum.

But then it was Tom’s turn. Tom was a few months older than him. But when he saw Tom’s dick, he realized that even though a year older than the twins, there was very little difference in size or amount of pubic hair.

However, three minutes later, he did discover a difference. Tom shot at least twice what either of his brothers had. And he watched to make sure that Jerry swallowed all of it.

“See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a key and handed it to Jerry. Then he ran over and pushed the button on the remote before standing between Jerry and the door to the house.

“Turn around and face outwards until we’re off your property or we’ll do this again,” he warned. “And don’t even think of covering up.” He and his brothers waited until the garage door was all the way up and then walked to the end of the driveway and stood there.

Jerry was worried they were waiting for someone to come by. He wanted to move, to get into the house. But he didn’t dare. The single drop of the Icy Hot had hurt where it was applied. He didn’t think Tom was lying about doing it to his whole dick and balls. And maybe his ass as well.

After about a minute, the three boys ran off. Jerry took the key and turned around. But one attempt showed that it was not a house key, it was too large to even fit in the hole. That meant it had to be for the gate.

He went to the edge of the garage and looked out in both directions. Three kids were playing in the street half way down the block. He ran to the side.

He was so scared that he dropped the key on the first attempt. Forcing himself to slow down, he got it into the lock on the second try. And was relieved when it worked.

The backyard offered very little cover. He could only pray that none of his neighbors were out as he ran to the back patio. But once there, he found that the back door was also locked.

Frustrated, he was close to crying. He found a place that offered some concealment and hunkered down, unsure of what he was going to do or say if he was still out here naked when his dad got home.

It seemed like an hour passed before he heard the back door open. Kathy and Cindy came out.

“There you are. Why are you naked in the back yard?”

“You locked me out. You told Tom Merrigan to tell me he had a key to the house and that if I did what you wanted, he’d give it to me. But it wasn’t for the house, it was just for the gate lock.”

“What are you talking about,” Kathy asked. “The house wasn’t locked. The garage door was wide open, and we walked right in. And there is no lock on the gate, you know that.”

“What exactly did you do with Tom Merrigan?” Cindy asked.

“Tell her,” His sister said when he looked at her without speaking. “And it better be the truth because I will ask Tom.”

“Just what you told him. Him and the twins. He said you hired him to give me a chance to do something I wanted to do.”

“I haven’t talked to Tom Merrigan in over a week. Answer the question. What did you want to do with him. And the twins. You’ve already earned a spanking, and if you stop wasting time maybe we can get it done before Dad gets home. If not, I’ll tell him I found you in the backyard naked.”

He was trapped. His dad would believe Kathy, especially if he also called Mrs. Schottenstein and Cindy backed up his sister’s narrative.

“I, uh, had to suck his dick. And the twins.”

“Had to? You said you wanted to,” Kathy declared.

“What do they look like?” Cindy asked. “The twins. Down there.”

“We’ll find out the answer to that later,” Kathy said. “First, he’s going to submit to you and I spanking him. We need to get that done before my dad gets home.” She turned to Jerry and ordered him inside.

The book. It had to be the book. And she had it. It was probably hidden somewhere at the Schottenstein’s house. He needed it, but for now, he had to do what she wanted and pray that the nightmare tonight wouldn’t be even worse.

They took turns with the long-handed spoon. They didn’t hit as hard as his dad had, but they made up for it with more strokes. When they finally finished, his ass hurt worse than after his dad had done it.

“Let’s go to your room,” Kathy suggested. “That way, if dad gets home, you can get dressed and maybe I won’t feel the need to tell him about anything you did today.”

Once in his room, she didn’t allow him to dress. Instead, he had to stand in front of them, without covering up, as he explained what the twin’s privates looked like. He no more than finished when they heard his father’s car pull into the garage.

“Get dressed and go downstairs. We’ll talk more tonight after dinner.”

Kathey and Cindy left and headed to the family room, where they met Kathy’s father.

“Did your brother behave today?” he asked.

“Yeah, I hardly saw him at all. I think he’s in his room.”

“I’m right here,” Jerry said as he entered the family room fully dressed. He wanted more than anything to rub his butt, but he knew he couldn’t. If Dad saw it, he’d want to know who and why he’d been spanked again.

“I’ve got to be going,” Cindy said. “My dad will be getting home soon too. And I need to help Mom with dinner.”

Dinner was difficult for Jerry. His ass burned, and sitting made it worse. He helped Kathy with the dishes, and that gave them a few minutes to talk.

“You’re doing chapters out of order,” she said after making sure that Dad was watching a baseball game on TV and not paying any attention to her and Jerry. “Wondering about the twin boys up the street” had to be Andy and Allen Merrigan. You wrote something about wanting to see what they looked like, and the easiest way to do that was to offer them blowjobs. Did you do the same for Tom?”

‘Yeah,” he muttered as he dried the dishes after she washed them. “But I didn’t write that. I didn’t write anything in the book. It is making me do stuff. I really need to get it back. Please. And you said you had a clue about the lion tamer.”

“Why ask me? You wrote it. You’re writing all this crap. I’m just trying to help you. Instead of sucking the Merrigan brothers, you should have been doing what you wanted to with Lionel.” She paused.

“Oh, that’s my guess for who the Lion Tamer is. Lionel means Lion. Since you chickened out, the so-called nightmare looks terribly embarrassing. I think I’ll have to set an alarm clock just to watch you do it.”

She’d washed the last dish and drained the sink before leaving.

He had to get the book back. He could have avoided the nightmare, if he’d only known what to do. Lionel had to be Lionel Pritchet. Thirteen years old, he liked to do magic shows. He was actually pretty good at them. And now Jerry was sure that he was about to be part of the next one.

He slept poorly that night, afraid that he’d wake up naked somewhere in one of Lionel’s magic shows. But when he did wake, he was still in his pajamas and in his bed. He felt sluggish and exhausted, no doubt from all the tossing and turning he’d done during the night.

Kathy was in seventh heaven as she saw how exhausted and demoralized her brother looked. She knew it wasn’t fair that she was keeping the book from him, but this was a lot more fun. And she knew that he was in for a very big surprise.

Jerry kept waiting for the axe to fall. He was afraid to go to Pritchet’s house because that might initiate the nightmare that he knew was coming. He turned on the TV, not caring what was on. Without realizing it, he dozed off.

He woke suddenly, unsure where he was. It was mostly dark, but a few cracks let in enough light to let him see that he was in a tall wooden box. And then it came back to him.

He’d gone to Lionel Pritchet’s house and asked if there was anything he could do, saying he was interested in magic. Lionel had been at least a little suspicious as Jerry had teased him about being a magician. But he did have a new trick he’d recently learned and he and his dad had built the prop needed to perform it. Jerry readily agreed.

What he was supposed to do was use the key in his back pocket to release the handcuffs and then quietly open the back door. Lionel would be standing between the two boxes, and he was supposed to enter the other one.

But that wasn’t what he had done. He removed one of the cuffs, thus freeing his hands. He dropped the key into the pocket of his shorts. Then he quickly stripped, easily done since all he had on was a shirt and shorts. He put his clothes in the other box and then stepped back into the first one and recuffed his right wrist.

Then he came fully awake as Lionel opened the door and said in a loud stage voice, “And as you can see, my assistant is gone.”

Lionel was looked at the crowd and didn’t understand why they were laughing so hard. But he continued his act by moving to the next box and opening that door. “And here he is!” He looked in, expecting to see Jerry. But all he saw was Jerry’s clothes.

Jerry was standing in the glow from the spotlight trained on the box he was in. He was fully naked, with his hands cuffed behind him. He could hear the laughter but with the spotlight shining on him, he couldn’t see anything.

Lionel hurried back to the first box, surprised to see Jerry standing there totally naked. “What the fuck?” he asked in pure astonishment, but still using his stage voice.

“You teleported my clothes, but left me behind,” Jerry heard himself say. He couldn’t not say it; he was apparently still trapped in the nightmare.

Lionel pulled Jerry from the box. “You didn’t uncuff yourself.” Where’s the key?”

“In my pants pocket,” Jerry whispered. Now he could see. And it was a large audience for a beginning magician. At least 30 people, all students at the middle school he and Lional attended. At least half of them were girls, and there was nothing he could do to hide his erection.

Right there in the front row, with smiles on their faces, were his sister and Cindy Schottenstein. Next to them were his two best friends, Ian and Cal. They also had smiles.

Lionel came back, shaking his head. Jerry knew the key wasn’t going to work. He’d bent it as part of the nightmare. But still, Lionel gave it his best. He worked on it for at least a minute before giving up. “I have to go and get the other key. I’ll be right back.”

Lionel ran off, leaving Jerry totally naked and handcuffed on the stage. Finally, his two friends came up on the stage and grabbed his shorts and got them on him. Then they moved him to a dark corner where they waited for Lionel to return.

Once the cuffs were off, Jerry didn’t even bother getting his shirt. He left and made his way home. He’d been seen naked and erect by scores of his classmates, and he knew they would never forget the extended time they had to see him as he stood there in the spotlight.

There was one tiny bit of good news however. Lionel didn’t allow anyone to film his shows. Cell phones were prohibited. Jerry thought back. He was sure that no one had violated that rule. He could not remember anyone holding one up and filming his part of the show.

Once in the house, no matter how disgusted and embarrassed he was, he had a personal matter to take care of. He stripped off his shorts and began. Once it was done, he dropped the tissue in the toilet and peed. Then he went to his sister’s room without bothering to dress again. She had seen him naked many times, and getting dressed would mean wasting time. He had to find the book before she got home.

He'd searched her closet and was starting on her dresser when he heard a male voice from behind him.

“Jerry! Why are you naked?”

He turned, only to find his aunt and cousins entering the room.

“More importantly, what are you doing in your sister’s room?” his aunt asked.

“Oh, hi, Aunt Gladys.” His hands moved to cover his privates.

“Don’t bother trying to cover up, Wendy and Steve have already seen you naked. Answer my question.”

Jerry didn’t move his hands. “My sister has the book, and I have to find it.”

“What book?” his aunt asked.

“The one I got for my birthday. She took it, and hid it somewhere. I need it.”

“I quite understand,” his aunt responded, surprising him. “You should have the book, not her. Now, answer Steve’s question. Why are you naked. And for the last time, don’t bother covering up. Move your hands or I will find a spoon and use it on your backside.”

Jerry remembered how much it had hurt when his dad used it. And then his sister and Cindy Schottenstein. He didn’t want to go through that again. He moved his hands, allowing his cousins to see his rapidly inflating dick.

“Uh, there was a magic show, and I was helping this kid, Lionel Pritchet. He’s the magician. He was supposed to teleport me from one box to another, but instead he only did my clothes. A bunch of kids from my school saw me.”

“I’m assuming that was the nightmare, not the dream. And you couldn’t do the dream because you didn’t have the book. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” Jerry began. Then he thought. “Wait, you know about the book?”

“Of course I do. Wendy will get one when Steve turns fourteen. Yours came from me. It would have come from your mother, but bless her sole, she died so many years ago.” Aunt Gladys sniffed. “The book isn’t here.” She sniffed again and then left the room.

Jerry and his cousins followed her. She led them to his room, and then to the bottom drawer of his dresser. “Ah, the perfect place. You would never guess that she would hide it in your room, and if I became aware that it was missing, she would say she never touched it, that you just misplaced it.” She reached under the clothes in the drawer and pulled out the book.

“Chapter 2,” she said out loud. “Did you ever finish what you were supposed to do with Steve?”

“No,” he said, simultaneously with Steve.

“Well, he’s here. You can either choose to do the dream, or the nightmare will happen tonight. However, I will change it.” She closed her eyes for a few seconds and then handed the book to Jerry.

He opened it to Chapter two. The last time he’d read it, it had said “Offer your cousin two blowjobs, good ones, today and another two next time you two are together and you will have a wonderful dream that might even include a clue about who I am. Do it, or next time you see him, you’ll have another nightmare, even worse than last night.”

Now, it only included two blowjobs, not two one day and two more the next.

Jerry looked at his cousin, who was just beginning to understand. His cheeks turned red, but his eyes sparkled and a smile spread across his face.

“Don’t look so happy,” Aunt Gladys said to Steve. “When Wendy gets her book, you will not remember any of this. You’ll find it isn’t so much fun keeping your sister entertained.”

She looked at Jerry. “The dream, or the nightmare? The choice is yours, but you need to decide now or it will be decided for you. Go to your room if you want to avoid the nightmare.”

“Can I watch?” Wendy asked.

“No. But your brother looks much too happy,” Aunt Gladys stated. “Steve, strip here. Everything off. Get as naked as your cousin and let your sister see what you look like. Either that, or tell Jerry that you don’t want the blowjobs. That will release him from both the dream and the nightmare.”

Steve’s smile had disappeared. He wanted the blowjobs a lot. But if Wendy had ever seen him naked, it was back when they were both toddlers. He could see the hope written all across her face. The desire for getting his dick sucked won out.

“I’ll do it. She can watch the first one, but not the other one. But not you, Mom. I don’t want you to see me naked.”

His mother sighed. She closed her eyes and stood rigidly for several seconds. Then she looked at Wendy.

“Strip your brother’s clothes off. You can watch your cousin give him the only one he now has to give, if that is his choice. Then you can watch your brother return the favor to his cousin.” Aunt Gladys turned and left the room.

“But…” Wendy began, but her mother was already out the door. She turned to her brother, who was standing there, not moving.

Steve was chilled to the bone. He could breathe, and his heart was still pumping blood, but his eyes were closed and he couldn’t move any muscles at all.

Confused, Wendy approached him. She expected him to yell at her, or to try and physically push her back, but instead he stood still with his eyes closed. She lifted the bottom of his shirt. He didn’t move.

She pulled the shirt over his head and then down each arm. She dropped it on the floor. More excited now, she unfastened his shorts and let them fall to his feet. His blue briefs were starting to tent out in front. She had no idea what was going on, but she was about to see her older brother naked. She pulled the front of the briefs out and down. With them also around his ankles, she stood back and stared at her brother’s privates.

He was smaller down there than Jerry, but that was to be expected as they were half a year apart in age. But Steve had a patch of pubic hair that extended an inch around the base of his penis, which was now jerking up and down. And still Steve didn’t move.

Steve found that some parts of his body still worked. Most notably, his dick. His eyes were closed, but he knew he was naked. He also knew that he had to do what his mother had said or he would not be able to dress.

“Do it,” Wendy said to Jerry. “I want to watch.”

Knowing he really didn’t want to find out what the nightmare was, Jerry stepped forward. He didn’t know why his cousin stood there, but he suspected it was because he was unable to move.

He had to use one hand to hold Steve’s dick from jerking until he could get it into his mouth. Then he began sucking and sliding.

There was no movement other than a deep intake of air to warn him that Steve was about to shoot. He continued licking until the first burst spread out across his tongue. Three more followed, and then just a trickle. He pulled back and stood up.

Steve opened his eyes. He could move again. He’d just had his first blowjob, and it had been wonderful. But now he understood that if he didn’t do what his mother said that he would be the one having some kind of nightmare. He dropped to his knees in front of his cousin and did his best to duplicate what Jerry had just done to him.

It was sloppy at best, and twice Jerry had to yell at his cousin about letting his teeth touch his dick, but eventually nature took its course. He felt the sequence of feelings that lead to an orgasm begin. First, the little tickle in his belly, then the further expansion of his dick, and finally, the powerful feeling of an orgasm. He fired five times, and each one was terrific.

“Both of you, go to Jerry’s room and wait until you are called. Do not get dressed, and do not cover up. Disobey me and we’ll see how quickly Wendy learns the fine art of a punishment spanking.”

Once the boys were gone, Gladys looked at her daughter. “Learn from your cousin’s mistakes. Kathy failed in her job. In less than six months, your brother will get a book and you will get a verbal list of rules that you must follow. In a way, it isn’t completely Kathy’s fault. If her mother were still alive, she’d have stepped in immediately. Her father has no idea of the book or its power.”

“Will I be able to make Steve do whatever I want?” Wendy asked.

“Don’t ask now. You, and the boys, will soon forget all of this. That is why I am here. I had no idea things had gotten this far out of control. We will probably be here for a few days. We’ll see. Oh, here comes Kathy now.”

Kathy and Cindy entered the house, chatting about the magic show. But once inside, Kathy saw her aunt and cousin sitting in the family room. Aunt Gladys looked angry.

Kathy knew things had gotten outside the boundaries her aunt had established. She opened her mouth to try and explain but she was suddenly held still, unable to move or speak.

“Jerry told me about the magic show,” Aunt Gladys began, looking at Cindy. “Were you there?”

“Yeah, Kathy invited me,” Cindy said simply, her guard up.

“Tell me about it,” Gladys asked. “Jerry was a bit reluctant to give details. Was it a good show?”

“I guess. Something went wrong, and Jerry ended up naked. I don’t think that was supposed to happen. Is he okay? He left very quickly.”

“He admitted he was embarrassed. He mentioned something about a book that Kathy has. Do you know anything about that?”

Cindy looked at Kathy. Her best friend stood there, straight as an arrow. But she didn’t say a word.

“I might have heard a little about it. Jerry keeps it as a diary. I heard he sets, uh, ideas he has and then performs them. Like the magic show.”

“Was the magic show the only time you’ve seen Jerry naked?” Gladys asked, her voice soft and pleasant.

“No, he’s done a few, uh, embarrassing things. Look, it was nice talking with you, but I really have to get headed for home.” She turned, surprised that Kathy still hadn’t said anything.

“DID YOU EVER SEE THE BOOK?” This time, Gladys’ voice was loud and demanding.

Kathy still hadn’t moved or said anything. It was like she was a statue. Except that she still blinked her eyes.

“I, uh, have to go,” Cindy said, frightened about the woman she knew was Kathy’s aunt but knew nothing more about her than that.

“You can. But Kathy is about to be punished. Now you can be the one to perform the punishment. But if you leave, her brother and my son will both take part in it. I could be wrong, but I am quite sure Kathy would rather you stay. Wouldn’t you, Kathy.”

Kathy almost fell over from the surprise that she was no longer held in place by magic. “I, uh, look, Cindy doesn’t know anything. And I can explain.”

“And you will, after your punishment. Did you ever use a long-handled spoon on your brother? And were there any witnesses to it when you did?”

Kathy wondered just how much Jerry had told their aunt. But Cindy tapped her on her shoulder and whispered that she had to leave.

Aunt Gladys smiled as she looked at Kathy and Cindy. “You can go if you want. But you might want to give your friend a chance to ask you to stay.” She looked first at Cindy, but then at Kathy. “Did anyone witness you using the spoon on your brother?”

“He lied. I don’t know what he told you, but he lied about something that happened. But yes, Cindy watched me use the spoon on his bare back side.”

“She did more than watch. But she will get a chance to see it used on your backside if she stays. Wendy will take care of using it in that case. But if Cindy leaves, it will be your brother and Steve who will take turns using it on your bare back side.”

“No!” The very idea of being naked in front of either of the boys was repulsive. Then she caught on. Aunt Gladys was offering her a deal to avoid that.

“Please stay,” she said to Cindy. “Please, obviously Jerry told her that you and I used the spoon on him.”

“He did not. He said nothing about the spoon. But I saw it in the book. Now that you have told me that your friend was involved, she too needs to be punished. You can, if you’re strong enough, take the punishment for both you and her. Or she will also be naked. You really don’t want Jerry and Steve to see you undressed. But it looks like Cindy is going to leave you, and that means that the boys will see you. Perhaps it is time for you to offer something to her to convince her to stay.”

The room got very quiet. Kathy noticed that the ticking of the clock on the wall had stopped. And when she looked at Cindy, it was obvious that her friend was now held. Aunt Gladys reached under the couch cushion and pulled out the book.

“Look at Chapter 8.” She handed the book to Kathy. “Read it out loud.”

It was flowing script, perfectly formed. She read. “Ask Jerry and Steve to use the spoon on me, and when they are done, I will offer to give each of them a blowjob. Wendy will supervise.”

“And that is the dream, not the nightmare. Read Chapter 9. Out loud.”

I need to ask Wendy to punish me and Cindy for violating the rules of the book. Cindy will only accept if I offer her the girl equivalent of oral sex, which I will do in order to have Wendy use the spoon instead of the boys spanking me.”

Aunt Gladys took the book back. “Only one of those two chapters will happen. And neither one is the nightmare. I’ll give you a minute to think about it.”

Offer to use her tongue on Cindy’s slit? No way in hell. But then she pictured herself sucking on Jerry and Steve’s dicks. She knew Jerry had done it. All it took was the right incentive. And Aunt Gladys had provided her with the perfect reason for her to do the unthinkable.

“I’ll do Chapter 9,” she sobbed.

“You see how your brother must have felt? That is why there are rules. Which I made sure you knew. You violated them. A punishment must be made.” Aunt Gladys gave those words a few seconds to sink in before continuing.

“However, your friend did not know the rules. I will alter her thoughts if you accept a new chapter. Wendy will use the spoon on your bare backside. Cindy will watch, and she will enjoy what she sees. Wendy will make you an offer of her own. Some large number of strokes, or a much-reduced number if you offer to provide oral sex with her in your room once done. And, should Cindy ask for some of that too, you will agree to it.”

“I, uh, give in. I’ll accept…”

“Stop, I’m not done. I will go and ask your brother who he thinks controlled his book. If he can correctly tell me, he and Steve will be allowed down here to watch your reflection time, which will be 30 minutes, right here in the family room. But if Jerry gives a wrong answer, only Cindy and Wendy will be here. Both will feel quite comfortable touching and humiliating you. You can choose for yourself. Or, you can pick from the two chapters I had you read out loud.”

She saw Kathy’s face turn white at the thought of which choice was the best. She was wise enough to know that Cindy was not going to have a free say in what she wanted. She knew the book could be used to control her friend’s actions. But she didn’t know if her aunt would do that to her. But at the very least she’d have to stick her tongue in her younger cousin’s slit.

Chapter 9 was clearly the best choice, except it meant that Cindy would also be punished alongside her. And there was still the chance that Jerry and Steve would see her naked. In fact, it was highly unlikely that Jerry would guess wrong. If she chose Chapter 9, they would also see Cindy. She didn’t want to do that.

“I choose the last option. Chapter ten I guess.” The words were no more than out of her mouth before she heard the clock on the wall tick again.

“Wendy, I leave it up to you to decide how your cousin should be punished. Be fair, but do not go easy. Kathy made several very big errors that will cost me a lot of time and effort to undo. I’m going to go and deal with Jerry and your brother.”

Wendy waited until her mother was gone before speaking. “I’m thinking it has to be upwards of fifty strokes,” she began. “But maybe you could offer something that would reduce the number. Take a minute to think and then see if we can agree on a deal.”

It hadn’t gone exactly as Aunt Gladys had said it would, which meant that the deal she had selected was not written in the book. But that didn’t stop a nightmare from happening.

“I’ll do to you what you got to watch my brother do to your brother before you left a couple of days ago.” She saw confusion on her cousin’s face. “My tongue in your slit. I’ll give you an orgasm. A good one.”

“And your friend can watch?” Wendy asked.

“Watch hell, I want to find out what that feels like,” Cindy said.

“Yeah, I’ll do both of you.” Just the thought of it was making her stomach churn.

“Okay. With that added as part of the punishment, I think 10 strokes with the spoon will be enough. Get undressed. Totally naked. I’ll be back with the spoon in a second.” As Wendy headed for the kitchen, Kathy looked at her best friend. “You can go first on the oral sex if you want.”

Cindy felt awkward. It wasn’t like her to make her best friend do something so horrible. Yet she had a very strong desire to find out how it felt.

Kathy had a good idea what was going through her friend’s mind. “I deserve it. I almost got you in trouble too. Don’t feel bad, I accepted your request. I didn’t have to, and if Cindy had ordered it, I would have told her to bad and accepted the 50 strokes.”

Feeling better knowing how Kathy felt about it, Cindy began removing her shorts and panties. She was just getting comfortable with her crotch over the arm rest on the couch and her upper body on the seats when Wendy returned.

It was a totally different feeling than using her finger. The sensations were spread out over a wide area. She wasn’t even aware that she was squeezing her legs together, trapping Kathy’s head between her thighs. It bult up slowly at first, but then she felt the muscles in her vagina tighten. She got light headed and her toes tingled. It was only minutes until she couldn’t hold back, and had what she could only describe to herself as a full body orgasm.

Wendy took her place. From what she had just watched, she knew she was going to enjoy this. But she completely underestimated how much better a tongue was than her finger. It was like being on a rollercoaster as it went downhill, making her feel weightless, but it went on and on, waves of pleasure that lasted until it was too intense to hold back. She squealed slightly as her whole body shook.

As Wendy and Cindy dressed, Kathy stripped. Not just her lower clothing, but all of it. She hoped and prayed that the boys would not see her. Wendy had her bend over the same arm rest on the couch and delivered ten quick strokes with the spoon. She had no more than finished when they heard footsteps heading for them.

Kathy shivered. It was more than one person. Seconds later, Steve came into the family room, followed by Jerry. Both boys were still naked, but the second they saw that Kathy was just as naked as they were, they rushed in.

For Kathy, the next thirty minutes were the longest she’d ever endured. The boys were given permission by Wendy to touch her breasts, but not down below, and they quickly grabbed, rubbed, and touched. Both boys seemed unaware that strings of cum were hanging down from their dicks. Once they reached a certain length, the string broke and a drop of cum landed on the floor. But the string was immediately replaced by another one.

Cindy let it go for fifteen minutes before she said that Kathy had been through enough and allowed her to get dressed. The boys were dismissed, and Aunt Gladys told them they were allowed to touch themselves again. They ran off to Jerry’s room and without any loss of dignity they dropped back side-by-side on Jerry’s bed with more than one tissue in their left hand.

***

Jerry woke as his room got lighter. He’d had the strangest dream he’d ever had. Something about a book making him do stuff. And seeing his sister totally naked. His dick was hard, but from the smell alone he knew he’d had a wet dream. He hadn’t had once since back when he was twelve and had just started entering puberty.

He headed to the shower to wash up. As he was drying himself, someone knocked on the door.

“Jerry, I need to come in and pee. And shower.” It was Steve’s voice.

Jerry opened the door a crack until he saw that Steve was alone. Then he let his cousin in.

“Man, I had the best dream ever. But look at my underwear.” He pulled the front back and allowed his cousin to look inside. The amount of cum surprised Jerry. He didn’t even know his cousin made any yet.

“It couldn’t have topped mine,” Jerry said and he finished drying off. He dressed in the clean clothes he’d brought into the bathroom with him. He couldn’t resist checking his cousin out as Steve stripped off his pajamas and briefs.

“Do you have anything to wear to get back down to the basement?”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that,” Steve said as he adjusted the water temperature.

“I have some old briefs that I’ll bring in. And a pair of shorts that I’ve outgrown.”

He overheard both Kathy and Wendy talking about strange and sexually thrilling dreams they’d had. They sounded quite interesting, until he realized that some of them were about them seeing him naked. As if that would ever happen.

As time went on, the dream faded. One weekend day, a kid he knew from school asked him if he would volunteer to help with a new magic trick that he wanted to add to a show he was putting on the following day.

All he had to do was let Lionel cuff his hands behind his back and then show that he was pocketing the key before helping him to back into the large wooden box. But the key that Lionel had pocketed was not the key to the handcuffs, that was hidden inside.

Jerry quickly unlocked the cuffs and left them lying on the floor. He waited for his cue, knowing it meant that Lionel was blocking the audience from seeing between the two boxes. Using a hidden latch on the back he came out of the box he was in and hurried to the one to the right.

It was well-preformed, but all the kids had to know how it was done. But they still applauded when the box Jerry had been in was opened and the audience saw it was empty. And when Lionel opened the other box and Jerry stepped out, showing he was no longer wearing the handcuffs, the audience cheered.

That night, he had one of the strange dreams he thought had finally ended. It had been weeks since he last woke up after having a wet dream.

But that night, he dreamed that he’d been in the magic show, but that it hadn’t gone right. In the dream, he ending up naked in front of scores of kids around his age.

The dreams finally stopped. Months passed, and they had to travel to their aunt’s house. It was Steve’s fourteenth birthday. Something touched Jerry’s memory when one of Steve’s presents was a black book named the Book of Dreams. But whatever string was attached to the memory was gone. Steve was confused, nobody at his family-only birthday party admitted to getting him the book and there was no card. Steve set it aside.

But several hours after the party, something even more weird happened. Steve offered a challenge. A game of horse. The loser would owe a blowjob to the winner.

“I have no interest in finding out you’re a star basketball player and having to suck your dick, so forget it,” Jerry said to his cousin.

Steve persisted, trying twice more to get his cousin to play. He even offered to start with two letters already out. But when Jerry continued to say they could play, but not for a blowjob, Steve gave in and admitted a secret.

“I made a bet with Wendy. I lost, and had to let her see me naked. And, I have to give you a blowjob. I was going to play to lose, but we don’t even need to play. I’ll suck your dick. You don’t have to do anything but enjoy it.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll just tell her you did it. You don’t have to blow me.”

“I kind of do. She knows if I lie. I can’t ever lie to her without her knowing I’m telling a fib. She’ll ask me, and if I lie, I have to do two other boys plus you. And the two boys won’t lie to her. I’ll have to do them. They are brothers, one your age and one mine, and they will tell everyone that I sucked their dicks. Please, let me suck yours or I’ll have a nightmare instead.”

Again, something pinged Jerry’s memory. Something about a dream. But he just couldn’t come up with what it was. He never had a blowjob, and it did seem like it might feel good.

“I’m a half year older than you. I’ve never seen you naked, but I’m pretty sure I’m bigger down there and shoot more than you do. Are you sure?”

“You did see me naked,” Steve began, looking confused. “The day we got to see Kathy naked.” Then he shook his head. “No wait, that didn’t really happen. It was a dream I had a month or so ago. But yeah, I get that you’re older. I’ll survive. And doing you is a lot better than the nightmare.

Now Jerry was confused. He remembered having a dream where he saw his sister naked. Not as a kid. Now, when she was thirteen. He’d forgotten that dream. Or was it a dream? It was very odd that he and Steve could have both had the same dream. But he certainly had never seen Kathy naked. At least not past her second birthday. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Let’s play horse for real. If you can beat me, I’ll suck your dick after you suck mine. But if I win, I’m the only one who gets off. And you have to go inside naked. You can tell your sisters that was the bet between you and me and you lost.”

Jerry said it, but it didn’t sound like something he’d normally suggest. But it was too late to take back now. They played, and Jerry won with both of them at the E in horse before Steve missed a basket that Jerry had made.

He laughed as his cousin removed all of his clothing in the driveway and headed inside. The girls laughed and laughed, and made him stand facing them without touching himself for several minutes. When they finally got bored, he and Steve went to Steve’s room where Jerry had the first blowjob he’d ever gotten.

The End