My Naked Pool Boy

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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My Naked Pool Boy

I lay there by our pool, on the lounge chair between my BFFs, Linda and Nancy; all three of us sunning ourselves in our bikinis. Each of us had a new one this year since for the first time in our lives we actually had to pay attention to the tops. This was going to be a great summer: we had just graduated and were looking forward to going into Middle School.

I turned my head to look towards Linda as if I were talking to her. My real purpose was to look at the second story window to my older brother’s bedroom. My sunglasses hid where my eyes were actually looking. Yes, he was there. I could barely see his face. The darkness of the room concealed all other details, but someone was at the window and looking at us.

“Don’t look now, girls,” I said, “But I think my pervert brother is at it again.”

I began to suspect it during the spring. My brother seemed to be around a lot more and instead of being the pest that he normally was actually nice to me. He seemed particularly nice in the mornings at breakfast when we were still in our pajamas. It was then I noticed the bulge in the front of his.

I had seen it before, but didn’t associate any significance to it until last year when our human relations class discussed the male reproductive system. The course was informative, but there still seemed to be some details missing. For example, it made sense that a penis should get erected so it could reach into the vagina to deposit sperm.

The course didn’t explain what boys did to get erections and how they decided how to make sperm instead of urine.

And that didn’t explain why my brother was giving himself an erection. It certainly didn’t seem to be a convenient or comfortable thing. It seemed to embarrass him whenever he caught me gazing at it. So why was he doing it?

As close as I was to Linda and Nancy, I was reluctant to bring the issue up. Sex is a very sensitive subject even among friends and this wasn’t just theoretical; it was about a “real” boy: my brother, in fact. It was ironic that as 7-year-olds, the three of us had no reservations about ganging up on boys and asking them to make pee for us.

We were walking around the school yard after lunch one day when I brought the topic up. “I got a question to ask you guys?”

“Sure,” Linda said, “What is it?”

“It’s kind of sensitive. It’s about my brother.”

Nancy jumped in, “Oh, juicy details, please!” I know that both my friends sort of have a crush on my brother. To me, he’s just a boy who lives in my house, but if I stop to think about it, he is 16 and good looking and other than his occasional teasing me, a really nice guy.

“It’s not like that,” I said. “It’s very personal. Well for me it is. There’s this thing. … Well, actually his thing. It’s big in the morning like we learned about in Ms. Thornton’s class.”

“You’ve seen it!” Nancy said with wide eyes.

“No I haven’t, actually. It sort of pushes out at the front of his pajamas. Ms. Thornton said that’s what boys things do before they have intercourse.”

“Penises,” Nancy said, correcting me. “A boy’s ‘thing’ is called a penis.”

Linda blushed slightly at the word, but nodded and said nothing urging me to continue.

“But he isn’t going to have intercourse, so why is he making it hard?”

Linda and Nancy giggled so much at the statement that I felt embarrassed.

“What?” I finally asked.

“You must have been out that day.” Linda offered. “Boys don’t make it hard; girls do!”

“What?” I asked again.

“When a boy sees a good looking girl, it makes him big and hard.”

I would have asked “What?” for the third time, but the girls saw I wasn’t getting it.

Nancy stepped in, “That’s why boys look at dirty magazines. They see the naked women in them and it makes them hard like they want to have intercourse with the women.”

“They get hard just by looking at pictures?” I asked.

“According to Ms. Thornton, some boys just can’t control it. It just happens.”

“Well what do they do if they can’t have intercourse? Is there a way they can turn it off?”

“They simulate intercourse by using their hands. It’s called masturbation although I heard it called jerking off.”

“Why would a boy make himself hard and then do masturbation?”

“It makes them feel good,” Linda offered. “Just like real sex supposedly does.”

“Does this mean my brother wants to have sex with me?”

“I don’t think so. I think it’s just because you’re a pretty girl. Even if he doesn’t want to have sex with you, you can still make him hard.”

I had to blush at that statement even if it did come from a friend and a female friend at that. It gave me a lot to think about. And it intrigued me. I couldn’t believe that I was making my brother hard. I was after all, not yet 13 and not yet developed like women in dirty magazines.

Nonetheless I was good at science and decided to conduct some experiments. On some mornings I’d come down to breakfast already dressed and not provocatively either. On other mornings I’d come down in my pajamas and on some days I’d leave the upper button undone so that when I moved the right way (and I did practice moving the right way) my brother could get a glimpse of my breasts

The results were consistent. The more flesh I exposed, the more consistently he got big and hard. I learned something else: I liked making my brother hard and frustrated. I had power over him and I didn’t even have to do anything. Just being a girl was enough.

I had to wonder about the second part of my brother’s frustration. Did he “do masturbation” – I have since learned the correct verb is to masturbate. Did I make him do that?

That was the purpose of today’s experiment. Gary had always given Linda and Nancy a hard time when they came over. He teased them the same way he teased me. But I noticed that he was intent on looking at them. And why not? In my estimation, they were pretty girls too.

So we were quite certain that with three girls showing our bodies in our bikinis, we should get the male physiological reaction we desired.

“If we can make him hard enough, long enough, I bet he’ll masturbate.” Linda conjectured.

We had one “dry run” where we just laid out by the pool and checked out whether he would be watching us. He did. So I made it a point to let him know Linda and Nancy and I would be sunbathing again this weekend.

And there he was, just like last weekend, at his window, looking at us.

“OK girls, time to start ‘Operation Pervert Brother.’ Why don’t you two roll over on your stomachs and undo your bikini tops. That ought to keep him glued to the window.”

I got up and left and went into the house as if I were going to the bathroom. The plan was up and running. We had a theory as to what my brother was doing in response to our display, but it had yet to be proven.

I ascended the stairs silently and moved down the hall with the stealth of a ninja. My plan was to sneak up to the door, listen and then open the door quickly and take a picture. When I got to the top of the stairs I felt a pang of disappointment. His door was open. Surely he wouldn’t do anything “interesting” with the door open? At least one of my fears: that he’d lock his door was unfounded.

I changed my plan quickly and with soft-falling footsteps that even my cat couldn’t duplicate, I approached his door. I took a deep, silent breath and peeked around the door jam.

Was I wrong about his not doing something interesting! There he was. sitting in his rolling chair that he had pulled up to the window. His eyes were totally transfixed on Linda and Nancy. He was naked, and his right hand was wrapped around his penis and moving up and down the shaft. He was jerking on it and I guess that is what my friends told me was a jerk off.

I stifled my gasp. In an instant my stomach was doing cartwheels. I began to shake. This was far better than I could hope and it overwhelmed me. I almost forgot my mission as my mind tried to take control over my quaking body.

“Get a grip, girl,” I told myself. “You can do this. Final checklist: phone in hand and the camera app set for silent – check!”

The first part of me to enter the room was my right arm as I extended it to take a “contingency picture” in case I had to abort the mission prematurely.

I pulled back behind the wall and took a look at it. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either. It was enough to show that he was naked and he was doing something with his hand in his lap. Somehow looking at this tentative evidence made me bolder.

I turned the corner a second time and took a full step into the room. His focus must have been intensely concentrated on the two sunbathing girls down at the pool. He didn’t notice I was there. I slowly raised the phone and took another picture.

I knew from my biology classes that predators stalk prey slowly because the eyes are drawn to motion. A stationary object blends in with the background. I was suddenly glad I was wearing my dark blue bikini instead of my almost glow-in-the-dark pink one.

Moving at an agonizingly snail-like pace, I spent nearly a minute to complete my second step. I got a better view and what I knew had to be a much better picture.

Part of me wanted to stand there and enjoy the show as excited as I was. I was able to push that queasiness aside as I moved with the patience of a glacier towards my target. I could now see everything. I took another picture. Anything from this point on was a matter of getting clearer or closer pictures.

I suddenly got brave and turned on the flash. It couldn’t get better than this. The last picture had to be my greatest photographic achievement.

This time the flash went off and he was aware of me. His first instinct was to pull himself into the fetal position and cover up. That was fine by me. I knew that as soon as I uncorked the genii with the flash that the game had changed, and I would now be the hunted. I reacted according to my plan: I ran.

Before he could even think about recovering, I was down the steps and into bathroom with the door locked behind me breathing hard, not only from the exertion, but from the exhilaration of a plan pulled off perfectly.

With fingers that could barely swipe and tap at the screen, I reviewed my pictures. I smiled broadly: perfection! Even the first shot was incriminating enough. The rest of them could not have come out better if they had been posed.

I wasted no time sending them to Linda’s and Nancy’s phones. With their tops off and the uncertainty of the outcome of the mission, I was sure they wouldn’t answer immediately but would continue in their roles as decoys.

My brother was waiting for me as I opened the bathroom door. He’s not exactly a rocket scientist, but there were only so many places for me to hide and I am sure he heard me run down the steps and slam the bathroom door.

“What were you doing?” he challenged me.

“It doesn’t matter what I was doing. What were you doing?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s about to become my business.” I said confidently. My original plan was to simply confront him with the pictures and try to blackmail him into submission. I now realized that since he had left his door open I had a much stronger hand than that.

Before he could answer, I told him, “I go to my room to get my phone so I can take pictures of my friends and I walk by your room and there you are spying on us and doing whatever it was you were doing.

How perverted is that? I mean we’re only 12 years old and you’re a teenager. I don’t know whether to be honored or disgusted. My own brother even.

Do you honestly not expect me to take a picture of that?”

Oh how I poured it on! I was the sweet, little innocent girl who was “accidentally” scandalized by her brother’s perverted display.

“You got to erase that picture.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“No,” I replied, “*I’ll* think of something.”

“Gimme that phone,” he said, grabbing for it.

I twisted by body around and kept it out of his reach. “It won’t do you any good. I’ve already sent the picture to Nancy and Linda.”

His surrender speech wasn’t exactly eloquent, “Shit!”

“Yeah, shit,” I repeated, “That’s exactly what you are in: deep shit.”

He was defeated and he knew it. He backed off. “OK, what do you want me to do?”

“First of all, I want you to apologize to my friends for spying on them.”

“OK, that’s easy.”

“No it’s not. I want you to apologize to them by showing them what you were doing when you were spying on them.”

“What!”

“You heard me. I’m going to take you out there and you are going to take off your clothes and sit there and play with your thing like I caught you doing in your room.”

“I won’t do it.”

“Oh yes you will. You have no choice. So far, only Nancy and Linda and I have the pictures. That’s as far as they will go unless you fight us on this. We have a lot of friends and they have a lot of friends.

Think of it. If you got some hot pictures of some naked girl, wouldn’t you pass them on to your friends? And they would pass them on to their friends and soon every boy in the school and possibly a good number of girls would have the pictures.

Well I got news for you, buddy. Girls are like that too. Nancy and Linda are my friends. I can keep them under control. They won’t pass the pictures on if I tell them not to. Of course if you piss them off, I might not be able to stop them, so you need to be nice to them too.”

I hadn’t realized it, but I was standing there, feet apart, arms crossed in a threatening pose. It must have looked comical from the outside: a 5 foot nothing, bikini-clad girl facing down a 6 foot Goliath. The difference being I was bristling with defiance and pride and he was slumped over in humiliation and defeat.

He sighed and said, “OK, I’ll do it.”

I smiled at him, “Good brother. You won’t regret it. If you are nice to us, we’ll be nice to you. You might as well cooperate and get it over with.

Stay here and let me tell Linda and Nancy the good news.”

I went outside and triumphantly admitted, “We did it girls, we got him. He’s going to do it for us.”

Nancy was so excited she almost jumped up before realizing she still had her top undone.

“Give the boy a break,” I joked. “He’s hard up enough as it is. I don’t think he could take ta-tas right now. He’d probably faint.

Let’s get those tops back on, girls and then I’ll bring him out here. If he got hard looking at us from his window, he’ll probably be doubly hard looking at us close up.

In the meantime, I suggest you check out the pictures I sent you on your phones.”

Linda was the first to bring them up. The transformation on her face was spectacular: it was pure wonder and enjoyment. She was like a little girl getting her favorite doll at Christmas. She nearly squeaked, “Oh Nancy, you got to see this. You can see everything!”

Meanwhile, Nancy was busy poking away on her own phone.

“I just wanted to prepare you girls for the real thing,” I announced.

“I can’t wait,” Nancy said, now literally jumping up and down with glee.

“Me neither. Let me get my glasses,” Linda added. This was big. Linda hated wearing her glasses and was constantly pestering her mother to get her contact lenses. I don’t know why. She said that glasses made her look bookwormish. I thought they made her look more mature and gave her a somewhat intimidating air of sophistication.

“Wait here, girls,” I said as I went inside to collect my brother.

He was still standing there sheepishly.

“Come on brother; I don’t know what the problem is. This is what you wanted to do anyway. The only difference is that us girls will be watching you do it. This way you get a much better look at us.”

“It’s not fair. You girls aren’t going to take your clothes off.”

“No we are not. This isn’t about being fair. It’s about you doing something you should not have been doing and got caught at it. Now it’s time to pay up.”

He said nothing so I went on, “Look, I made it as easy as possible for you. I told Nancy and Linda what to expect. They’ve seen the pictures I sent them. This is not going to be a shock to them. They are looking forward to a good show.

You know these girls. They’ve been over here a thousand times. They should be almost as much sisters to you as I am.”

“You don’t understand. That makes it worse. This isn’t like a one-time shot with some girls that don’t know me and I’ll never see again.”

“I’m sorry, big brother, but that’s the way it is. They are my friends; they’ve already seen it. What is, is.

So you will go out there with me and you’ll take off your clothes. Then you’ll sit on the footrest and jerk off for us.”

“Do we have to do it out there? Can’t we do it inside?”

“That’s where my friends are. That’s where you will do it. It’s private enough. The only place you can see the pool from is the house and nobody is there. Now stop stalling and get out there!

You are beginning to piss me off. Don’t make me add a spanking to your humiliation. I bet Linda and Nancy would love seeing you over my lap. I hear that a flip-flop makes a very effective spanking implement.” I don’t know where the thought that I could actually spank my older brother came from, but saying the words gave my insides a tingle.

I took him by the hand and led him out. He didn’t resist.

He approached the girls with his head hung down, not daring to make eye contact. “Hi Danny,” they each said giggling.

I poked my brother. “Be polite. Say hello to my friends.”

“Hello Linda. Hello Nancy.”

I thought it was important that he acknowledge their presence. This was not going to be some performance on a stage for some anonymous audience. I needed him to know that us girls were going to be very involved with his act.

“You know what would be more fun,” Nancy suggested, “if he did a strip tease for us. Let’s make him dance as he takes off his clothes.”

“Great idea,” Linda agreed, “I’ve seen him dance. He’s good.”

I grabbed control of the remote and changed the music. I had to jump around my playlist to find just the right tune. I didn’t want something too lively; I needed something slower and more seductive. I finally found the perfect song. “You heard the girls: DANCE! Take off your clothes as you do it and it better be good.”

My brother is a big boy, yet for all that height and mass, he can be graceful in his movements when he wants to be. I know he likes to dance and have seen him in action on a number of occasions, particularly family gatherings. You could always find my brother: just follow the trial of exhausted cousins and aunts.

I am also certain that for all of his dancing experience, he had never done a strip tease before. Yet, he seemed so natural as he slowly disrobed with pieces being removed in perfect timing to the music. The song was a familiar piece to him and he knew when it would end. I knew he would time it to remove the best parts of his clothing at the last note of the song.

As much as I wanted to see that, and I am sure my friends did too, I really didn’t want the act to end. It was really fun to watch and I was in no rush to see its conclusion.

But it did end and my brother did wiggle out of his underpants, dispatching them with a kick of his foot sending them flying in Linda’s direction. She merely screeched as they landed in her lap.

My bother stood there in silence, naked in front of us three giggling, yet appreciative girls. Nobody said a word, and it seemed like a minute before the next song came on although it was in reality seconds.

Now that it came down to it, none of us girls wanted to take the lead. None of us wanted to be the one to command him to jerk off for us.

Nancy finally broke the ice, “Wow, he’s even better in person than in the pictures.”

He definitely was. Although I had seen him naked and masturbating only moments before, I was too nervous then to appreciate it. Now, with the butterflies settling in my stomach and the emotional backup of my sisters-in-crime, I could truly reflect on the situation.

For all of my life, he had been my big brother. For all of my life, he had been the leader. For all of my life I looked up to him.

And now all that was reversed. Even though I was more than three years his junior, I was now in charge. I always knew girls matured faster than boys, but three years is a big gap to overcome. Yet with the help of my friends and superior intellect, we had outwitted him and he was now ours to do with as we wanted.

“Please sit down,” I offered. “And do it.” Although I had some measure of confidence, I could not bring myself to mention what “it” was.

He sat on the footrest, knees splayed out giving us a good view of his penis and balls. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, and pulled the skin over the knob of the head. He did this over and over. Nancy and Linda moved their chairs so they could get a better view. We formed a semicircle around the masturbating boy.

We watched as he repeated stroke after stroke. It was hypnotic. After a while, he started to tense and breathe funny. He started to nod his head rapidly as if to signal us girls to be alert and that the momentous event was about to happen.

With a gasp, he let fly a large spurt from the end of his penis. I felt a funny feeling inside me like the split second after the roller coaster crests the top of the hill and falls away from you and you are suddenly floating in air. It was a mixture of queasiness and excitement.

He kept pumping and another arc came flying out. This was not at all what I imagined it would be like. I thought it would be continuous like when we watched little boys make pee. He continued shooting intermittent spurts each a bit smaller and with less force than the one before it.

I don’t know how long the show lasted. It all seemed to blur together. It was like he was still doing it even though he had stopped. Time didn’t seem to exist.

The show was so transfixing from the moment he danced his first step to the final ejaculation that none of us girls even thought about using our phones to take pictures or a video.

“Wow, that was great. Can you do it again?” I managed to say once breath found its way back into my lungs.

“Give me about a half hour.”

“OK. Why don’t you stay out here with us girls and get some sun? You’re certainly dressed for it.” I giggled.

He stood there, legs apart, arms outstretched and said, “Um, there are parts that have never literally seen the light of day. I got to be careful. I don’t want to get burned.”

That was all the invitation Nancy needed. “We have sunblock. We can put it on the white spots so they won’t get burned.”

“Good idea,” Linda concurred, “I got some too.”

“Stand over here,” I pointed. “Put your hands on your head.” My brother assumed the position.

Soon he was surrounded by us three girls each with a tube of sunscreen and each finger painting his body with it using her bare hands. We started with his shoulders and chest and worked our way down.

Even though the power was in our favor: there was, after all three of us and we were clothed and we had the incriminating evidence on my brother, we were still reluctant to do “the good parts.” We sort of skipped over them and did his legs.

My brother must have gotten over the shock and seemed to be comfortable with the situation. He even managed a joke, “Um, girls, you missed a spot.”

Nancy, as the most adventurous of our little coven, was first to get to his private parts. His back was to her, so she started with the globes of his ass cheeks. To her amusement, he clenched them up.

My brother is a runner, and that gives on tight buns. He has buns of titanium. Not only are they particularly masculine looking, they were firm and strong. First he clenched up one cheek and then the other, bouncing them back and forth rhythmically.

This act brought out a gale of giggles from us girls. He was teasing Nancy with his shenanigans and she playfully gave him a slap across his now shiny butt.

“Turn around,” she said. “Let me get to the good parts.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” I admonished. “You’ve had your fun. Save some for Linda and me.”

Turning to my other girlfriend I said, “You take his balls; I’ll take his penis.”

“Hey, how come you get his penis?”

“He’s my brother and I’m the one who caught him. Besides, you’ll get your turn eventually.”

I think my brother liked having girls fight over him like this. It probably did do something for his ego. The physical attention, at least, was having its affect; his penis, which had collapsed after his ejaculation was beginning to stiffen again.

I commented on his growing erection, “You like this?”

He laughed back, “Of course I do. You know what else I like?”

“What’s that?”

“You girls.”

“What?”

“I mean I’m looking down at you while you’re applying the lotion. I can see down the top of your bikinis a bit and when you have your arms together like that it sort of …”

“Sort of what?” I asked even though I knew that we were making cleavage for him to look at.

“Well it makes what you got look better.”

“Oh, so you’re saying that even our little girl bodies are turning you on?”

He smiled back, “Sis, you haven’t been a little girl for quite a while now.”

I smiled, so my suspicions from earlier in the year were right after all.

“What about us?” Nancy said, striking a sexy pose.

“I think all of you are pretty.”

I was shocked. Who is this boy and what have they done to my brother? Where is the boy who was constantly teasing me and my friends? I guess when you’re a naked boy surrounded by clothed, albeit scantily clothed, girls, your attitude changes.

“So when are you going to make him do it again?” Linda asked.

“How about it bro? Are you ready to go?”

“Can I ask a favor of you girls?”

“What is it?”

“I think it would go better if you take off your tops.”

“Nice try. That’s not going to happen, yet.” I added the “yet” even though I was fairly certain that neither of us girls would do it. However, “Give the boy some hope.” I thought.

“It would help me get hard.”

“I bet it would. I tell you what. We’ll dance for you and you can look at us.”

“OK.”

I really didn’t think it would take a lot to get my brother back in the mood. As soon as the three of us started gyrating, his penis started stirring.

Each of us took a turn doing a “lap dance” for my brother. Each time we’d get a bit more daring, sticking our butt or crotch out at him and wiggling or rotating it seductively. We’d lean over so our breasts would hang down and give him as peek down the top.

His penis was a large and as hard as I’d had ever seen it. I was thinking ahead to future pool parties where we would have boys. How much of this kind of dancing could we do and how hard would it make the boys? It’s not exactly the kind of activity I’d want my parents catching us doing.

Linda’s words came back to me, “Boys don’t make it hard; girls do.” If ever proof of that was needed, our dancing provided it. It felt good to be a member of the gender with this magical power.

“Mmmm,” Nancy said, “It looks like he’s about as ready to go as he’ll ever be.”

“I think so,” Linda put in, “Does it hurt when it gets that hard?”

“No, but it feels uncomfortable. I think I’d have a problem if I had to walk around with a hard-on all day.”

“Can you make it go away?”

He laughed, “Yeah. Sometimes it goes away on its own, but that’s a slow process and it often comes back.”

“I think what the girl means,” I interrupted, “is can you do the other thing now and make it go away.”

My brother went back to work on his penis. This time, us girls were not shy about picking up our cameras. As much as my brother objected to my taking pictures of him before he was quite OK with them now and didn’t object in the least. In fact, it seemed like he was actually putting on a show for us.

“Let us know when it’s going to happen,” Nancy said. “I want to get a video of that.”

She got her video. Linda and I got still shots. Both of us managed to catch him in mid-squirt.

We spent the rest of that afternoon in the pool, splashing and playing. My brother, of course, skinny dipping. We let him get dressed just before our parents were due home.

“So what do you think?” I asked my friends. “Should we do this all summer long?” I got a couple vigorous nods in return.

“How about you, big brother? Are you ‘up’ to it?”

“As long as it’s only you girls and you keep the pictures to yourself.”

“No promises, but we’re not going to want to ruin a good thing. Behave yourself and obey us and you shouldn’t have any problems.”

“OK then.”

This is going to be a great summer.

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