Girls On Bikes 2

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Girls on Bikes

In Part I, 12-year-old Melissa caught her 15-year-old brother, Danny, masturbating to a dirty magazine. She now plots with her girlfriends to take advantage of the situation.

-=o=-

Saturday came and Danny didn’t. He wasn’t in the mood at all to masturbate with his sister having incriminating evidence on him. The thought that the last time he played with himself in the laundry room, she caught him, deflated his penis before he could even think about pleasuring himself.

His list of chores was long enough: clean the garage with his sister, mow the lawn and trim the bushes. In addition, he had to do Melissa’s chores as well which included vacuuming, dusting and doing the laundry. It meant that he would probably spend all day doing these chores. So, instead of sleeping in, he was up early.

Melissa was up early too. She had a quick breakfast and told Danny that it was his job to clean up after her. As he was doing that, she retrieved the magazine from its hiding place and placed it in the saddle bag of her bike. This was the most dangerous part of the plan. If her brother knew, he could probably steal it back.

Just then Andrea, Kim and Amy showed up on their bikes.

“You girls are here early,” Melissa commented.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Andrea admitted. “Also I’m too excited to sit still. Mom even asked me if I was sitting on an ant hill at breakfast. I decided to take a ride to burn off some of this energy. So I rounded up the gang. I figure if we take the long way back around the park we should get back to my place just after my parents leave.”

Melissa stuck her head in the kitchen and said, “Danny, I’m going out with the girls. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. If you’re done with the garage by then, then start the vacuuming. That should keep you busy until we get back.”

“But mom said nobody was supposed to be over.”

“It’s just the girls and me. I’m sure she didn’t mean that. Besides, you’re not going to tell.”

Danny knew he wouldn’t be telling.

Melissa mounted her bike and rode off with her friends. They didn’t have the patience to dally like they normally did, but instead took a route several miles long to give Andrea’s parents enough time to clear the house. When they arrived, they were pleased to see both cars gone. They had several hours of private time.

“Come on,” Andrea urged, “Let’s go to my room.”

The four girls crowded into Andrea’s room. Each took a corner of the bed, with the magazine in the center. Melissa was designated “turner of the pages” but only proceeded when the other girls told her she could. Knowing what was at the back of the magazine, the girls urged her to “fast forward” through the beginning of the magazine.

Occasionally, they would “yuck” or “ew gross” at some of the pictures, but did linger on a few that had good shots of erected penises.

Finally, they got to the good stuff. They made Melissa flip back and forth among the pages to take in the pictures and “appreciate” them as Amy put it.

“Let’s read the stories,” Kim suggested.

“I’ve read them all,” Melissa boasted. “Why don’t you girls take turns reading them out loud.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun,” Amy said, “Can I go first?”

“Sure, there are plenty of stories to go around.”

Each girl read her story, taking time to slow down and relish it. As she read, her compatriots would “Omigod” or giggle nervously as particularly juicy segments were verbalized.

Finally, Andrea couldn’t take it anymore. She said, “Sorry girls, I got to do this.” She pulled down her shorts and started to rub her crotch. “Keep reading Kim,” she urged. Kim responded by lowering her shorts too and tried her best to read with one hand and rub with the other.

“What are you girls doing?” Amy asked.

“Masturbating,” Andrea said unabashedly.

“Isn’t that a sin?”

“No it’s not.”

“What do you mean? Sister says it’s a sin.”

“That’s just for boys. For them it’s a sin. For girls it isn’t”

“How do you figure that?”

“The reason masturbation is a sin for boys is because it wastes sperm that can make a baby. That’s why the church says abortion and birth control are sins. When a girl does it, it doesn’t take a baby away from God, so it’s not a sin.”

It seemed odd to be conducting Bible study and discussing theology while looking at a pornographic magazine and jilling off, but in spite of the incongruity, the girls bought it.

“Come on,” she urged, “You girls got to try this, it’s fun.”

The two girls looked at Kim for confirmation. She was sort of glassy-eyed and they noticed that she was having difficulty reading. Amy took the magazine from her to finish the story.

Meanwhile Andrea urged Kim to stand up and pulled down her panties. She did not resist. Then Andrea pulled her own panties down. The other two girls gasped but took in the sight nonetheless. They were quickly comparing what the two girls were displaying with their own anatomy. They were comforted that both of them had some fine hair down there just as they were beginning to develop.

Encouraged by Andrea and Kim, the two other girls exposed themselves as well and started manipulating their clitorises as they saw them doing.

Andrea was quick to offer suggestions. “Start off slow. Don’t touch it directly until it’s wet. Play with the lips first, then move in slowly. Rub it up and down gently along the sides at first, and then you can sort of swirl it around with your fingertip. Then you can take it between your thumb and finger and pull on it if you really want to get it off fast or you can back off and let yourself calm down a bit and enjoy it.

I find rubbing it directly too intense to do too long. I sort of like to rub around it. I think it’s because my fingers are too hard. If I rubbed it with something softer and flatter like a tongue or the head of a penis, I think it would feel even better.”

The other girls were so enwrapped in what they were watching that they didn’t even show a reaction other than wide eyes and open jaws.

Andrea slowed down and spread her legs wide so the other girls could watch her do it and learn. Kim was already in her own world of masturbatory delight and apparently oblivious to everything around her. Slowly the other two girls’ hands moved down to the crotches. Without taking their eyes off the lead girl, they started emulating her actions.

Gone were the giggles and comments. The room was quiet except for the sounds of sighing and the occasional moan. The girls really didn’t keep track of time, but eventually there were 4 exhausted girls collapsed across Andrea’s bed.

Amy just lay there hands still on her crotch but not moving whimpering, “It feels so good … It feels so good.”

Melissa managed to sigh, “If it feels that good for boys, no wonder my brother does it.”

Andrea said, “My cousin says that she thinks that boys do it all the time.”

“All boys?” Melissa asked.

Andrea laughed, “What, you think your brother is the only boy with a penis?”

Melissa giggled, “I’m thinking of big boys like, Mr. Peterson or Mr. D’Antono.”

“I don’t think grown men have to do it, because they can have sex.” Andrea replied.

Kim said, “Can we do this again?”

The other girls looked at her. Kim said, “Look, I’m probably the horniest bitch in the room, but even I have to take a break.”

“I don’t mean now. I mean some other time like maybe next Saturday.”

“You can do it on your own, you know,” Andrea said.

“I do know and I most definitely will, but I don’t have a magazine with sexy stories.” She blushed and went on in a low voice, almost an aside, “Besides, I kind of like doing it with you girls.”

“Well, if we are going to do it here on Saturday mornings, maybe Melissa should leave the magazine here.”

Melissa laughed, “Dream on, girl. It’s mine and I intend to use it.”

The girls finished off with a final look at the magazine, cleaning themselves up and getting dressed.

Melissa looked at the clock. “My parents ought to be gone by now.”

The girls were soon back on their bikes and taking the short route to Melissa’s house.

-=o=-

Danny was hot, sweaty and dirty by the time he finished with the garage. He was just about done with that task when his parents left. He moved the last of the trash to the curb and wheeled out the lawnmower. By this time, the sun had gotten higher in the sky and burned off the dew. It was also getting warmer, so he took off his shirt.

This is the state in which the girls found him when they arrived. Naked except for ear protection, sunglasses, shorts and sneakers, glistening with sweat and muscles straining as he pushed the mower up the hill.

Kim, Andrea and Amy were always telling Melissa how good looking her brother was. Living with the boy, Melissa didn’t appreciate his physique as well as her friends did. Now the girls had a renewed interest in another part of his physique.

The girls rode up and he stopped the mower.

“I thought I told you to do the vacuuming?” Melissa said angrily.

“I can vacuum any time. I need daylight to mow. We might have rain later.”

“OK, I’m sorry,” his sister apologized. “When you are done, meet us in the back yard.

The four girls giggled as they walked their bicycles past Danny on the way to the back yard. They gathered around the table on the patio and made their plans. For all the time that they had and all the excitement, they never really decided what they wanted to do with Danny and how far they wanted to take it.

They could hear the lawn mower as the noise waxed and waned as Danny pushed it back and forth across the lawn in front of the house. Melissa jumped up and went to her bike and retrieved the magazine. “I better rehide this,” she said.

Finally the mower stopped and shortly thereafter a grimy, sweaty Danny appeared.

Melissa gave the order, “Wash our bikes.”

“All of them?”

“That’s what ‘our’ means. And do I good job. Clean the tires and everything.”

The boy just lowered his head as said, “OK.”

“And one more thing. Take off your clothes when you do it.”

“What?”

“You heard your sister,” Andrea interrupted, “get naked.”

“Why?” he asked.

“You don’t want to get your clothes wet and dirty, and washing bikes is a dirty job. And besides, I said so. If you don’t want me to show the magazine to mom and dad, you will do everything I tell you to do.”

“I said I’ll pay you the money not to do that.”

“And I said you also have to do what I say in addition to the money.”

“But people can see me.”

“Not if you stay in this part of the yard.” Melissa countered. It was true enough.

“But they’ll see me,” Danny protested pointing at the other three girls.

“So what’s the big deal? I’ve already seen you. What does it matter if my friends see you too?”

Danny really didn’t have a choice. Nor did he have much to strip off. Melissa stood there hands on hips looking as menacing as her 5 foot nothing frame could make her as her much larger brother slowly disrobed. The other girls sat there with hands covering their mouths or up to their faces, but definitely not covering their eyes.

“Omigod, he’s really going to do it,” Amy squeaked.

As he shed the last piece of his clothing, Melissa ordered, “Stand up. Put your hands on your head and face my friends. Let them see what you’ve got.”

Danny was blushing very profusely as he stood naked in front of his sister and her friends. He recalled parts of the magazine where a woman made her boyfriend get naked for a friend of hers. It was called CFNM – clothed female naked male. That’s exactly what this situation was, except that he was a teenaged boy standing naked in front of fully-clothed middle school girls.

“It’s bigger than my Cousin Stan,” Amy said, referring to her one-year old relative.

All the girls had seen penises before, but they were on little boys or on their anatomically-correct, baby boy-dolls. This was the first “adult” penis that any of them had seen for real: one they could actually reach out and touch if they were brave enough.

Danny’s embarrassment wasn’t over. The thought of CFNM was one to which he jerked off often. It was a fantasy of his, but it wasn’t one he ever actually wanted to live out. Nonetheless, his current situation excited him and he was aware that he was becoming erect. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

The girls did not fail to notice. Kim cried out, “What’s he doing? What’s happening? Look, it’s getting bigger.”

The ever-knowledgeable Andrea said, “He’s getting a hard-on. My cousin said that when boys like girls they get hard-ons. See, it’s not only getting bigger, it’s beginning to stand up on its own.”

“Does that mean he likes us?” Kim persisted.

“I think it means he likes what we’re doing to him.” Andrea countered.

“Danny, do you like us?” Melissa asked.

“Of course I do, you’re my sister.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean do you like me because I’m a girl?”

“You’re my sister! I mean if you weren’t my sister, I’d think you were pretty. I mean, it’s not that you aren’t pretty, but …”

Melissa actually got up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek, “I know what you mean. I think it’s sweet. What about my friends.”

About all he could manage was, “They’re cute too.”

“And do you like what we are doing to you?”

“No, well yes, well maybe. I don’t know. I’m confused. I mean it’s really embarrassing to stand here naked with you girls looking at me, but it feels kind of funny too. I don’t know. There’s an odd kind of excitement here. You girls promise not to tell anyone?”

“No promises, big brother, but we’ll be discrete. This is a good thing and we don’t want to ruin it. Now get a bucket and a sponge. You got some bikes to wash.”

The girls never took their eyes off Danny as he went about this task. The giggled as they watched his penis wave back and forth as he stretched and bent and buffed the various parts of their bicycles.

“He’s not as big as some of the men in the magazine.” Amy remarked.

“You showed them the magazine?” Danny asked his sister.

“Of course. That’s what friends do. We especially liked the stories at the end.” Danny blushed imagining how they must have pored over the pictures and the articles. He also wondered what ideas the magazine gave them.

The girls continued to make comments on his anatomy as he worked on their bicycles. Although they all agreed that he wasn’t as big as some of the men in the magazine, he was big enough and he had a “nicer looking” penis than most of them.

When he was done, the girls inspected his work. Not that they intended to find fault with it, but just because they could.

“OK, I’m done. Can I take a shower now?” he asked.

“I got a better idea.” Kim said and she whispered into Melissa’s ear. “Brilliant,” was Melissa’s response.

Turning to her brother she said, “No need for a shower. We have a bucket, a sponge and some soap right here. We’ll wash you up.”

Danny laughed, “You don’t want to get your clothes wet and dirty, and washing a boy is a dirty job. Aren’t you girls going to take off your clothes too?”

Melissa gave him a slap on his left rear end cheek and laughed, “In your dreams, big boy.”

Danny shivered as the girls took turns soaping him up with the sponge. He was somewhat ticklish, but not too much so, and the girls delighted when they could make him flinch. Mostly however, they concentrated on his penis and running the sponge up the crack of his ass.

After about 10 minutes of this, they decided he was soapy enough and they hosed him down with the cold water. They were nice and put it on spray, so it actually was like a shower. They would have liked to have played more but they decided to quit. Not only was Danny clean enough, they were making quite a bit of noise and really didn’t need to attract attention.

Melissa made her brother stand outside under the watchful eyes of the other girls while she went into the house to retrieve a towel so he could dry himself off. The girls were disappointed that the cold shower made his erection subside and his balls retracted to two tiny lumps pulled up against his body.

“Danny, why don’t you make us some lunch?” Melissa suggested. Danny took it as a command rather than a suggestion.

For all of his rough, masculine exterior, Danny was actually quite a good meal preparer. Neither he nor Melissa were allowed to cook the big meals, but Danny was a master of the casserole and Melissa loved it when he made them.

Today’s special was a tuna casserole with cheese and mushrooms. Danny was not afraid to experiment with spices and the finished product could have been featured at any restaurant.

He had resigned himself to being the girls’ servant, and was surprised when they invited him to sit with them. Without a word spoken, the girls arranged for an odd truce. For a moment there was a surrealistic vignette in the Chase household: a casual conversation between five young people about the topics young people talk about: school, music, clothes, shopping and boys (after all, four of them were girls) and even a bit of sports.

The only odd thing about it was it was four fully-clothed girls and one very naked, but at the moment, very much at ease, boy.

The “happy time” did not last long. As soon as lunch was over, Melissa reassumed her bitch persona and made him wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.

As Danny was cleaning up, the girls convened in the downstairs playroom.

“So this is where it happened,” Kim said.

Melissa pointed, “Just down that hallway in the laundry room.”

“So are you going to make him do it?” Andrea asked.

“I want to, but I’m kind of scared. I just can’t come out and say it. I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, I do. I’ll do it if you want,” Andrea volunteered.

The girls could hear Danny finishing cleaning up. Melissa called up, “Down here!” He didn’t know what to make of that statement. Did it mean “We’re down here” or “Come down here!” Either way, he figured the girls wanted his presence in the playroom.

Danny felt a bit better going down the steps to the playroom. It was a smaller space, cozier and more intimate than upstairs. It was by no means as private as his bedroom or even the laundry room, but it was good enough. Although still totally naked, he didn’t feel as vulnerable.

Andrea confronted him immediately, “The girls want you to do it.” That statement said a lot.

Andrea was the bravest of the four girls and yet even she was ambivalent about it. It was a weak order. It wasn’t, “*I* want you to do it” or “The girls want you to masturbate.” It was merely a specification that somebody other than herself, wanted him to do some unspecified act.

In fact, for all the superiority the girls had in numbers, clothing and the fact that they had the magazine, Andrea spoke for them all. Even though they were eager to see “it”, they were too afraid to even mention what “it” was.

Nonetheless, Danny got the message. Just being down in the basement, right next to the scene of the crime, tuned him in. All they had to do was work out the logistics.

“Here?” he asked.

Melissa asked him, “Do you have to be kneeling when you do it?”

“Not really. It does make it easy to shoot into the toilet, so clean up is a lot easier. But I’ve done it laying down and even standing up.”

“Does it make a big mess? Do we have to get a bucket or something? It’s not like you’re going to pee all over the place, is it?”

“If you want me to do it out here, I suggest you get a towel or something and put it on the floor. I can aim for that.”

Without thinking of ordering her brother to do it, Melissa ran off to the laundry room to come back with one. “Will this do?” she asked offering him a used bath towel.

“That should do just fine.”

“Why don’t you have him kneel there in front of the TV,” Amy suggested, addressing herself to Melissa. It just seemed proper that since this was Melissa’s house, and this was Melissa’s brother and Melissa was the one who caught him, that she was the one in charge and should direct Danny’s actions.

Melissa seemed please being consulted like this. “You heard the girl, kneel there,” she said firmly, pointing at a spot on the floor. She tossed him a pillow to kneel on. “Don’t get it dirty,” she warned.

As Danny knelt, the girls settled on the couch facing the TV. They were not lounged back like they usually did while watching a movie during a sleepover. This time, they were literally sitting on the edge of their seats.

Danny knelt there facing the girls waiting for an order to start. Instead, he got questions.

“How does he do that?” Kim asked.

“Do what?” Melissa replied.

“Make it big and hard like that?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we ask him?” Turning to her brother she repeated the question, “How do you do that?”

“I don’t know. It just sort of happens.”

“You mean you don’t have to think about ‘turning it on’ or something?”

“Well, if I think about girls, I can make it hard.”

“Any girls?”

“Girls with no clothes on and boobs like the women in the magazine.”

“Oh,” Melissa said dejectedly.

“It’s not like that,” he said, trying to defend himself. “Sometimes looking at pretty girls, even with their clothes on will do it.”

“Then why is it hard now?”

“I’m not sure. I think it has something to do with being naked in front of you girls. I mean you are girls after all. You shouldn’t be seeing me like this. Girls shouldn’t be looking at naked boys.”

“But it’s OK for boys to look at naked girls in the magazine?” Andrea countered angrily.

“I never thought about it that way,” he admitted.

“Well, let’s just say this is payback.” She conveniently left out the part that, according to the magazine, some women do look at naked men.

Melissa asked, “So you get hard looking at girls and when girls look at you?”

“I know that sounds funny, but I think it’s true. Also, I’m thinking about what you are going to make me do. Whenever I think about jerking off, I get hard in anticipation.”

Picking up on a previous conversation, Andera asked, “You said you got hard looking at pretty girls. Do you think we’re pretty?”

“Well, of course,” Danny replied. There was no other answer he could give. All of the girls had a sweet, wholesome look. Kim was slightly on the chubby side, but even her angelic innocence seemed to intensify his embarrassment and also his excitement.

Had they been the women in his magazines or even some of the girls in his school that he fantasized about, it might have been easier. In his fantasies with them, they knew the ways of the world and sex was not a novelty to them.

Also, they were mysterious, foreign women. This was his sister and her friends. He knew them since they were little girls and they knew him. Of course, he had always known that his sister was a girl, but he thought of her as a sister first, and then a child who happened to be female. It was not like she was a “real” girl like some of the girls in his school.

On the one hand it made the experience easier for him. He knew these girls and he was comfortable being with them. On the other hand, it increased his embarrassment; they knew him. He felt that they knew his vulnerabilities. Had they been complete strangers the experience would have been more distant and less personal. The girls and he were establishing a new relationship: one in which they were in charge.

He was forced to rethink his concepts about the girls and in particular, Melissa. His sister was every bit a sexual being as he was. She had feelings and urges of her own. Apparently, she also had fantasies of her own as well, and was now taking advantage of her power over him to act them out.

He had no idea where this would all lead. Would it be a one-time shot? He didn’t think so. Would the girls eventually get tired of the game and would it eventually “go away?” Perhaps. Would it escalate and would he have sex with them? He just didn’t know.

“OK,” Melissa said finally, “Show us how you do it.”

Danny reached down and grasped his penis. Slowly, at first, he started to pull the skin on the shaft over the head. Danny used the so-called “dry method” of masturbation. He had heard of boys using some sort of lubricant like baby oil or Vaseline to fuck their fists. He tried this and it was exceptionally pleasurable, but also very messy and difficult to clean up after. The dry method was quicker and cleaner.

Danny closed his eyes and tried to shut out the reality of his sister and her friends watching him. He tried to fixate on the pictures in the magazines as he remembered them. It was useless. He could hear the hushed and whispered conversations of the girls. Occasionally something would strike one of them as noteworthy as the silence was punctuated by a squeal or giggle.

Danny could feel his penis getting harder and more sensitive. One of the girls remarked, “Look, it’s turning red.” He was coming up on ejaculation faster than he normally did lying in bed. He was coming up on it even faster than with the magazine.

He couldn’t lose himself in a fantasy, nor could he lose himself in the distraction of the pictures. He was fully immersed in the reality of the moment, and could sense the girls’ excitement. It added to his own. He had a perverse pleasure in this. He wasn’t doing it to please himself, but to please the girls.

The thought that he was doing the most secret of male rituals for the enjoyment of the opposite gender put his blood pressure through the roof and nowhere was it more felt than in his penis. He felt that it would explode simply from the pounding of his heart without any external stimulation at all.

He felt it first as a twisting, turning, churning in the pit of his stomach. From there it spread like a fast-burning fuse to that tender spot between penis and anus. It hit the powder keg and it exploded along the shaft of his penis propelling its discharge in front of it.

Not only could he feel the wave pulse through his penis with his fist, he was aware of the physics of the reaction; he could actually feel the recoil. Such an intensity of ejaculation he never experienced before.

He didn’t have to open his eyes to view his success. Shrill screams penetrated the blissful fog of his orgasm as the girls reacted to his spectacular display.

From the heights, down he plunged and like a bungee jumper just before hitting bottom he was jerked up again for another high. At the apex he floated momentarily and then let loose with another jolt. Once again it was greeted with a chorus of screeches.

Time after time, he plunged, freefalling down from the heights, time after time, the spark met the powder keg. Time after time, white torrents shot from his penis. Time after time it was greeted with squeals of delight.

The girls were beside themselves with joy. Just when they thought they were at the peak of their bliss, circumstances would take them higher. Just having a boy at their command tingled them in their girlish cores. They no sooner came to terms with the reality of that when the boy at their command was naked and sporting an erection.

Then there was the ultimate act: witnessed male masturbation. This was the holy of holies for girldom. Nothing shouted “Girl Power” louder than having a boy masturbate for you simply because you demanded it.

Amy demanded, “Do it again.”

The exhausted Danny panted, “I … I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t. A guy has to wait a while before he can do it again.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know. 15, 20 minutes, maybe.”

“How often can you do it?” a curious Kim asked.

“I did it six times in one day once. But the last couple were really weak. They didn’t feel as good and hardly anything came out.”

“I didn’t think it would work that way,” Amy said.

“What way?” Andrea asked.

“I thought it would come out in a continuous stream sort of like pee. I didn’t expect it to come out in spurts, although I think that’s more exciting.”

It was then that Danny noticed the results of his efforts. There were large gobs of cum strung out between where he was kneeling and the girls were sitting. His first shot, or so he guessed, completely cleared the towel. Although he had been masturbating for several years, he had never seen so much cum. Nor had he ever felt this good jerking off.

He had to re-evaluate his situation. It was certainly embarrassing to be naked in front of his sister and her friends. But it did make for a better ejaculation. What was better was that he normally had to wait until everyone was out of the house to get complete privacy. Now that his sister knew about it, he could do it when she was around. He knew she would want to watch, but that made the situation even better.

“Well, if we have to wait 15 or 20 minutes, let’s make it a productive 15 or 20 minutes.” Melissa noted. “Danny, clean up your mess and meet us upstairs. I’m going to introduce you to Mr. Vacuum Cleaner.”

Melissa supervised him as he did her chores totally in the buff. Andrea laughed, “Oh, I simply have to get myself one of these. They make housework so much easier and they are so much fun to watch.”

About a half hour later, naked boy and clothed girls reconvened in the playroom for another jerk off demonstration.

These continued on throughout the day and even the girls could see that by the fourth time, Danny was struggling with the act, and that the ejaculation was not as impressive. They were reaching the point of diminishing returns.

The finale was when Melissa made Danny take care of her school uniform. He had to wash, dry and iron her blouses, press off her jumper and shine her shoes. The other girls were envious that they didn’t have brothers to do these things for them.

“I still have some more questions,” Kim announced. “How does he know when to make pee and when to shoot sperm?”

Danny answered her directly, “Pee is, well, just pee. It happens when the bladder gets full. This is different. When I jerk off, the pee parts seem to turn off and the cum parts turn on. It’s not like I can’t feel like I have to pee if I have to. In fact, it’s kind of pleasant. But I just can’t pee when I’m masturbating.

“Do you have to do it yourself?”

Danny looked at her.

“I mean you took your hand and wrapped it around your penis and started to jerk on it. Does it have to be your hand? I mean, can somebody else touch it like that and make you do it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone else touch me there.”

“I’d like to try it,” Andrea volunteered.

“Maybe next time,” Melissa stepped in. “First, it looks like he’s pumped himself dry or nearly so. Secondly, my uncle is due here soon. We need to wrap things up and you girls need to clear out of here.”

“When can we do this again?” Kim asked.

“We can all meet over Andrea’s house next Saturday.”

“OK. Until then,” Kim said.

“Until then,” Amy agreed.

“Bring sodas and stuff,” Andrea said, “We’ll make a party of it.

The three girls got on their clean bikes and rode off.

“See you next week,” they said as they departed.

Melissa turned to her brother and smiled, “I’ll see you – all of you, a lot sooner than that.

(The End)