Susie's Response 7

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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[Saturday]

Next morning’s breakfast was all the better for the previous night’s experience. There was something about the things Michelle and I were doing with each other that made life just brighter and more interesting. I had to be careful; it also sharpened my appetite!

Saturday was mom’s tennis day. She’d go down to the club to play with some of her friends in the afternoon. That gave Michelle and me a couple of hours of “naked time” with my brother. If we needed more, we could take him to his room or my room and close the door.

Stephen did have chores to do, of course, and today it would be mowing the lawn and weeding the garden. MD and I spent some time in my room browsing porn looking for more information on female domination. Most of the sites were crap apparently put up there as wank material for loser men.

That impressed me in its own way. Men never get over their fascination with their penises. I imagine I’d fall into the same trap if I had my sex organs dangling out in front of me all the time constantly reminding me of my gender.

On the other hand, the sheer volume of sites out there means that female domination is a very common and popular thing. There must be a lot of men out there who want to be dominated by women and this is at the very beginning of the Puericil Era. I’m sure that most of these adult men did not have their moms put them on the drug as teenagers.

We did find a couple of sites that had decent information and one site that had stories about girls and boys just like us! There were a couple of stories about boys spanking girls or boys spanking boys, but mostly it was girls in charge of boys. It didn’t have any pictures though. Nonetheless, we bookmarked it. There are days of reading there.

Finally, the sound of the lawnmower quit, and we were able to go outside and lounge by the pool in our erection-provoking swim suits. Stephen was walking around in his work boots, shorts and a sun hat. In spite of the Puericil, he still had a good set of muscles. They weren’t big, hard, rippling muscles; they were small, hard muscles that defined a tone to his body. Yeah, my future boyfriends are definitely going to have to reach a high standard.

I would have liked to have seen him working completely in the nude or at least loose the shorts, but the clothing was protection and the neighbors were just close enough that they might notice something.

By the time Stephen got finished, he was covered in sweat, grass clippings and dirt.

“Mom will be leaving for tennis. I want you to hold off on your shower until then. Michelle and I will help you with that.”

Almost on cue, mom called out, “Kids, I’m going to tennis now. I’m also stopping off at the market on the way home, so I’ll be late getting home.”

Oh good, about one more hour of naked brother time.

We waited until we saw mom’s car disappear around the corner and took Stephen to the bathroom. I put on some music and told him to dance to it while getting undressed. MD and I saw some videos of men doing that for crowds of women.

He got completely undressed and MD and I giggled as we watched his pink chastity cage swirl and swing around in the most obscene way.

“Stand still,” I told him and he came to rest with hands at his side standing almost at attention in front of me.

“I’m going to take that thing off and Miss Michelle and I are going to wash your penis. You mentioned that showering with it on was less than satisfactory.”

I took the device off, and his penis started to swell in a salute to the two of us girls watching him.

“OK, get in there and start showering.”

We watched as we let him shower on his own. After all a girl shouldn’t have to do all the work. With the curtain pulled back, some water was splashing out, but we’d have him clean that up later. He’s quite familiar with cleaning the bathroom.

When he got most of the dirt off, Michelle and I got in there with him. It was a bit crowded, but that made it all the more fun as our bodies rubbed against each other. I though how nice it would be to soap up with Michelle and embrace. Maybe some other time.

I lathered up my hands and went to work on his penis. Dr. Miller recommends wearing gloves when handling penises, but that’s with strange boys and besides with all that soap, no germ could possible survive.

Michelle was washing his back, an event he apparently enjoyed judging by how he mewed as she did it. I like those tiny sounds my brother makes when being stimulated.

I had the good part: his penis. I grabbed it between my hands and first started moving it up and down the shaft in a modified jerk off movement, but then tried other ways of washing it such as rolling it between the palms of my hands like I was making a clay “snake” back in kindergarten.

I could feel it harden even more and he started making some of those noises like when he gets close to cumming, so I backed off and aimed the shower head at it to rinse it off. Michelle and I would look at it closely to give it its daily inspection before I locked up my toy again.

I didn’t want to deprive my cousin out of her play time too, so I told Stephen to turn around so she could play with his penis. “Be careful,” I told her, “we don’t want to have any accidents.”

In the meantime, I soaped up his butt crack really good and started probing. I managed to get a soapy finger in and started to worm its way up. It wasn’t as good as in the doctor’s office since he wasn’t bent over but I did the best I could.

MD said, “What are you doing? He’s getting even harder and the head is pulsing.”

“Let go.” I told her. I was afraid we were exciting him too much and I didn’t want him to cum yet.

It was a valuable lesson. Apparently Stephen found anal stimulation very erotic and that was just with my skinny little finger. I’m almost certain I could make him cum with a strap on. But that’s for another time.

I turned off the water and we got out of the tub. MD and I had dripping bathing suits and that just added to the mess. We made the situation worse by blotting off with the towels making them damp.

“Let’s inspect that thing,” I told my brother positioning him in the room by grabbing his penis and moving him to where I wanted him. Soon he was standing in front of the two of us with his hands on his head as MD and I sat on the tub.

“Why don’t you do the honors?” I told her.

“What do I do?”

“Just look at it. If he weren’t erected, I’d suggest pulling back the skin so you could check the shaft, but just lift it and look all over for any rashes or abrasions or anything that looks funny.”

“The whole organ looks funny,” she giggled. “You know, it’s kind of hard to tell if he has a problem with all that hair there.”

“Why don’t we give him a trim like we have?” I suggested.

“Good idea. I’ll get my stuff.”

She was back in a matter of seconds.

“We’ll have to get him dry for this,” she said.

Soon we were blow drying his pubic area, penis and balls. Michelle giggled, “Is this what they mean by giving a boy a blow job?” Then Michelle did her scissor magic on the bush surrounding his penis.

“He’s different than us girls. I’ll don’t think I can do a pretty heart shape. We’ll have to settle for a triangle that points to his penis. Also, I don’t think I can do the balls; they are too irregularly shaped. I think I’ll have to shave them.”

The end result was quite nice: he had a meticulously trimmed patch of pubic hair and totally nude balls. It made the area look younger, more like the pictures of the 12-year-old boys in the book, except that my brother had a much better developed penis.

“That looks a lot better,” I said. “You are most definitely going to have to teach me how to do that. I really like this look on him.”

After his haircut, it was time to put him back into his cage, so it was back to the kitchen to get some ice and a spoon. He was locked up once more. “I hate to disappoint you MD, but I think my brother has had enough excitement for one day. Tomorrow is Sunday, a day of rest. So he’s in chastity until at least Monday. We’ll think of something fun to do with him by then.

Seeing the despondent look on her face I added, “Oh, don’t worry, there’s other ways we can play with him.”

MD and I went upstairs to change out of our damp bathing suits. We used two more towels to dry off adding them to the mess my brother would have to clean up. We each did a quick blow dry on our hair and I wondered if now my brother would from now on associate that sound with the trimming of his bush.

I had to give my brother some discretion on doing his chores. I couldn’t order him to do everything all the time. He had to learn how to manage things on his own. I decided to give him the rest of the time until mom came home “off.” He still had other things mom expected him to do and we just added a messy bathroom to the list. I wanted to be fair to him and give him the time he needed to complete his duties for mom.

Meanwhile MD and I settled down with Dr. Miller’s book. We still had a lot of questions about fetishes and analyzing Stephen’s results. “I would have never pegged my brother as a shoe fetishist.”

“I wonder if he also goes for feet.”

“We could try. There’s a couple of paragraphs on foot fetishism; let’s read them.”

“But I think we have a confirmed ‘hit’ with your sneakers. I wish I’d packed mine.”

“Well, now that we know. Let’s fix that situation. We can’t have you go around without something to tease my brother with.”

Mom came home and the three of us helped her in with the groceries.

“Mom, can we have Stephen take us to the mall?”

“Now?”

“We just need a couple of things.”

“Dinner is in a couple of hours.”

“We’ll be quick about it. We’ll be back in time.”

“Well, OK,” she said tentatively.

I ran up and kissed her on the cheek saying, “Thanks, mom.” before she could change her mind.

I turned to Stephen and said, “Go upstairs and get my purse. It’s on the dresser in my room. You have my permission to enter.”

Soon the three of us were on our way to the mall to get Michelle her Vans. I decided that I would make Stephen get a pair of Vans for himself too. I wanted to test a theory: was it the shoes or the girl wearing the shoes that made his fetish.

“But I don’t need another pair of sneakers,” he complained.

“Oh come on. They’d look so good on you.”

“But I really can’t afford them.”

“Yes you can.”

“I was saving up my money to get a new phone.”

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll help you convince mom to pitch in some money towards the phone. Will that work?”

“I don’t know.”

MD weighed in, “Susie and I would really like to see you wearing them. It would make us happy.”

I smiled, MD caught on fast. She knew how to press my brother’s Puericil button.

He relented and gave in. He bought a navy blue pair. Michelle bought a black pair with rainbow colored eyelets and a multi-colored sole. It was so cute!

As we drove home, I had a mental image of the three of us standing in his room: Michelle and I in our skater outfits and Stephen in only his Vans. There’s something about his being totally naked except for the bulky sneakers that made him look even more naked. I’m sure that scene would play out for real soon enough.

We spent the rest of the evening at home, just lounging around. I had to allow my brother some space, so he spent most of the evening in his room watching a ball game on TV.

Michelle and I watched TV with mom.

Both of us were worn out and went right to bed after some kissing and snuggling.

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