Susie's Response 5

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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[Thursday]

I got up the next morning feeling totally refreshed. I looked over at Michelle and she looked so peaceful. I decided to let her sleep in. I went downstairs and caught mom still eating breakfast.

“Hi mom.”

“Oh hi dear. How did you girls sleep?”

“Like a rock. Michelle’s still sleeping.”

“What would you like for breakfast, Miss Susie?” my brother asked.

Calling me “Miss” was one of the few signs of my brother’s submission that we displayed in front of mom. He’s not required to call me miss in public otherwise, but he sometimes slips. I can’t blame him.

I toyed with the idea of having him call me “Miss Susan” instead of using the diminutive form of my name, but everyone knows me as Susie.

“I’m really hungry today. How about some eggs, sausage and toast … for starters. I’ll see how well that fills me up.”

“Yes, Miss Susie,” he responded serving me my coffee fixed exactly the way I like it.

“So how are you and Michelle getting along?” mom asked.

“Just great mom. I wish we could ‘keep’ her all the time. I’m sad that I don’t have a sister.”

Mom laughed, “Sorry about that, but biology can only do so much. You have an older brother, and you’ll just have to make do with him.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I really love Stephen, especially since you have him on the pill.”

“The pills really do make a difference, don’t they?”

“I’ll say. Every girl should have a brother as sweet as him.”

“So what do you girls have planned for today?”

“Nothing much: just hang out at the pool and work on our tans.”

“Well, you better get on that early. It’s supposed to rain in the afternoon.”

Mom finished her breakfast and went up to put the final touches on herself for work. This gave me time alone with my brother which I had not had since Michelle got here.

“So what are your plans for the day?” I asked him.

“Since they are predicating storms for this afternoon, I thought I would get on the laundry early so I can get it out on the line and back in before the rain starts. Then I’ll get to my other chores.”

“Good idea and thanks for telling me. Michelle and I have an extra large pantie load and I know how long it takes you to do them by hand. With two of us now, there’s twice as many panties.”

“Yes, Miss Susie. Just one question. How can I tell them apart?”

“You mean that you don’t know every one of my panties by heart now? I know exactly what I have; you should too.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll do better. For every pantie you get wrong, we’ll give you a spanking.” I laughed.

“What’s this about spanking?” I heard Michelle say as she walked into the kitchen still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Stephen will be washing our panties and other clothes today. I told him that he had to get it right.”

“Oh good, she replied,” I have a couple of pair that are particularly dirty.”

“Me too,” I looked back at her with a knowing look. I had no doubt that this summer we’d both have a lot of stained panties.

Stephen took her breakfast order and served me mine.

Mom came by, kissed us all goodbye and I waited until her car could no longer be heard in the driveway.

“Naked brother time.” I announced. I really didn’t have any immediate plans for my brother, but getting him naked was a sign of my dominance over him just like having him call me Miss Susie.

Michelle and I enjoyed our breakfasts as we watched Stephen first prepare, then clean up the meal.

“He’s got really cute buns,” MD remarked.

“He sure does.” I replied, not that I had a lot to compare with in this department, but on their own, they looked pretty nice: very firm and muscular like boy buns should be.

After breakfast we retired to the living room to look at the book again. Now that Michelle had witnessed her first male ejaculation, it was time to read about what made it happen and what went on in Stephen’s body while it was happening.

We skipped over the parts about hormones and chemical changes both in the body and the brain and went to the section on the physiology of erections and ejaculation.

“Erections are caused by pumping blood into the penis faster than it comes out. It’s sort of like inflating a balloon. It does reach a point of full saturation and by that time, the penis is hard and ready to use.

Mom opted for the neutral version of Puericil. There are some variants that enhance the erection process, and some that inhibit it. The version Stephen is on doesn’t do either. What you see is what you get. His erections are all natural.

Unless there is some other medical problem, Dr. Miller advises not tampering with the process. Teenaged boys are horny enough and they don’t need any help in this area.”

“Well, your brother certainly seems healthy enough in this area.”

‘Yeah, all his parts – at least those parts – seem to be functioning properly.”

I turned a couple of pages to where it explained the process of ejaculation and summarized for MD.

“Ejaculation comes after sustained stimulation of the penis. As odd as it sounds, it is possible for a boy to ejaculate without having an erection. There are medical conditions that can cause this but a boy can train himself to do it this way and there are certain kinds of masturbation techniques that are explained in the book.”

“That doesn’t sound like it would be a lot of fun, at least for us girls. Does the book say that the boy has as much fun? I mean it wouldn’t be as much fun watching a boy ejaculate unless he was also had a hard on.”

“It’s doesn’t say. It’s something I’ll have to ask Stephen about if we ever do this.

Now here’s something I do want to try,” I said flipping a couple of pages to a well-read section.

“It’s called edging and milking. You noticed last night that when Stephen first started he leaked a drop of clear liquid. That’s called pre-cum and it’s produced by the Cowper’s glad. It happens when boys get sexually excited.

Its purpose is to provide lubrication during intercourse. However, it is a very reliable indication as to how excited a girl is making a boy. Getting him erected is like getting to first base. Making him leak is second base. Making him cum is a home run.

Besides indicating that the boy is excited, precum is useful for many kinds of masturbation. The book shows many techniques. The most common, of course, is jerking off. It takes no special equipment and it can be done almost any time anywhere.

However, if a boy has a fetish, you can excite him even more if you make him masturbate in the presence of the fetish item or better still make him masturbate with the fetish item. Precum helps provide the lubrication needed to rub the boy’s penis without making it raw.

Dr. Miller advises playing with boys for an extended period of time before letting them cum. She says that it’s really not playing unless it is leaking.

Getting a boy to leak precum is one definition of milking. However the true definition of milking is making him cum without even touching his penis.”

“They can do that?”

“Yes, it’s done by massaging his prostate gland. It’s a pea-sized organ inside a boy’s body. I felt Stephen’s when I helped with his medical exam. Since you have to stick your fingers up his ass, you’ll need some latex gloves and lots of lubrication. We have a box under the sink in the bathroom.

I haven’t done that yet. In fact there are a lot of things I haven’t done and I hope we can learn to do them together.”

“What exactly is a fetish?” MD asked.

“Dr. Miller says that it’s difficult for a lot of girls to understand the concept of a fetish. It seems to be mostly a boy thing.

Originally fetishes didn’t have anything to do with sex. Well some of them did. The original fetishes were objects that were blessed by a priest that bestowed magical powers on the people who used it. There were fetishes for fertility, success in business or battle, a good crop and harvest; you name it.

People kept the fetish on display in their homes; sort of like a personal household god.

Eventually the term took on a sexual meaning. It bestows magical sexual powers over a boy for the girl who uses it.”

“So what kind of fetishes does Stephen have?”

“I know he gets hard looking at pretty girls, but I wouldn’t call that a fetish. All boys do that. That’s the way Mother Nature programed them.

I haven’t really figured that out yet. The book mentioned an experiment by measuring how hard men get when they looked at pictures of various things. I’d like to do something like that, but I don’t know how. Stephen gets hard simply by being naked in front of me. There’s no way I could run an experiment like that.

I’m going to have to come up with some scientific way to study his fetishes under controlled conditions like the people in Dr. Miller’s book.”

“Jeeze Susie, you make it sound like a school science fair project.”

“Well, maybe it is. We have to figure out a way to do it without his knowing he’s being tested. We have to watch him without his knowing that we are watching him.”

I let MD read the details of the experiment and she suggested an idea to me.

“I think we could replicate the test. Stephen will know he’s being tested, but so did the men in the study. They key is isolation. The men need to be alone without any other distractions.”

“So how do we pull this off?”

“You got a dual monitor on your computer and a webcam, right?”

I nodded.

“Well we remote a monitor and keyboard into Stephen’s room. We’ll be in the other room. We’ll see what he sees. We don’t have one of those miniature blood pressure cups like they did in the book, so we’ll also train a webcam on his penis. When it gets hard, we’ll record what he’s looking at.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“Leave it to me.”

Michelle is the computer whiz in the family. It didn’t take her long to figure it out. The issue was we needed “bait:” that is material for Stephen to look at. We spent the rest of the day searching for it.

To tell you the truth, most of it came from clothing catalogs. We got pictures of all manner of clothing from hats to shoes and everything in between including accessories such as scarves, handbags and gloves. Sometimes it was just pictures of the clothes; sometimes it was pictures of women and girls wearing the clothes.

We got pictures that isolated parts of women’s bodies (clothed). We got pictures showing things made of various materials such as leather, rubber, vinyl and silky stuff.

Then we got “the good stuff.” It took Michelle all of 5 minutes to defeat the parental controls.

We went out on some porn sites and got pictures of fetish gear and pictures of men and women doing various sexual acts. This was sort of a mixed bag. Most of it I found to be disgusting: it trivialized what should be a very beautiful act. A lot of it was out and out degrading, especially for the women.

But there were female dominated themes that really got me excited such as pictures of women spanking men. To be fair to the test, we also got pictures of men spanking women.

Some of the things women do to men are really interesting and not all of them took me by surprise. Dr. Miller’s book was fairly well-documented in this area.

It was pretty late in the afternoon by the time we finished gathering our “research materials.” We knew we couldn’t conduct this experiment with mom in the house, so it was going to have to wait. It was going to be fun experimenting with my brother the following day.

When we got downstairs, Stephen was already dressed. I gave him discretion on when he could get dressed in case situations arose that needed avoidance of an explanation. Although it was an open secret that I kept him naked while mom was away, she didn’t want to see him that way, so he usually got dressed before she came home.

We actually helped him get dinner started. I was all for taking advantage of the fact that my brother was a boy, but I loved him too and I didn’t want to be cruel to him and actually enjoyed doing nice things for him – when they didn’t distract from my having fun.

We spent the evening watching TV and retired to our room. I was content to leave my brother in chastity. MD complained, but I told her that I needed him in a “normal” state so we could run the tests tomorrow.

She bought that explanation, and I kissed her. It was deliberate, and we soon duplicated our activities from the previous nights this time with me doing the honors of exploring her body.

She laid there passively with only her chest moving up and down indicating that she was still alive. With the touch of a fingertip I had her paralyzed. We were cousins, and we shared the same genes, but she looked differently than me.

Her clitoris was larger and less hooded than mine. It was like she was sort of a circumcised version of me. I got over the anatomical differences quickly and was soon exploring ways of giving her pleasure.

I knew from experimentation with my own body that direct, prolonged stimulation of the clitoris can be painful so I probed and brushed in an indirect manner only occasionally making direct contact with her organ.

With each swipe of my finger, I brought her one step higher up on the ladder of pleasure. It felt good having this power over her. It was the same kind of intoxication I got when I exercised power over my brother, but it was overlaid with a different kind of sexuality.

With my brother, it was a matter of dominance. With Michelle, it was a special sharing of a female bond.

Whenever I got her to the point where I thought she couldn’t take the teasing anymore, I swirled my finger around her clit making her tense up, stop breathing and contort her face. I was delighted as I watched her hold this position for about a minute and then collapse.

With each cycle, she sank deeper and deeper into pleasure, and deeper and deeper into my control. If I wanted to, I could have kept doing this to her all night long and there was nothing she could have done about it except lay there and take it.

The power was intoxicating and even I was reaching a point where I couldn’t take it anymore.

It was time for the coup de grace. I increased the tempo of my rubbing and made more contact with her clit. She arched her back and grabbed onto the sheets knotting her hands into tight fists. She let out a yell that I was sure that Stephen could hear and even mom downstairs watching the news would notice. I was too deep in my own trance to care.

I brought her down slowly and then collapsed in the bed with her. We hugged. That’s all I remembered until later that night. We were nested like spoons in a drawer. I had my body wrapped around hers, enveloping her, protecting her, taking her in my symbolic womb as my child. With this blissful completeness, I fell asleep again.

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