A Christmas Curiosity Satisfied Chapter 1
By TCP

Copyright 2011 by TCP, all rights reserved

A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry

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Author's Note:

All of TCP's stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

If you intend to edit or alter this story, please only do so for your own purposes. Please only re-post or repackage this story if you give me (the author) the credit for the original draft.

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A Christmas Curiosity Satisfied
A tale of a thirteen year old boy's Christmas woes at the hands of his younger sister and girl cousins...

Characters:
The Johnsons:
Sarah Johnson (widower) - 37 years old (mother to Jack and Becky) Jack Johnson - 13 years old (Becky's brother) Becky Johnson - 12 years old (Jack's sister)

The Cousins:
Frankie Taylor (divorced) - 35 years old (Mrs Johnson's sister in law and the twins' mother)

Karen Taylor - 11 years old (Katie’s twin)
Katie Taylor - 11 years old (Karen’s twin)

Chapter 1 - Christmas Eve...
Weltby, England, December 24th 2010...

The Johnson household was brimming with excited Christmas preparations. Sarah Johnson was busy wrapping a few late Christmas presents and making changes to the Christmas decorations throughout the house. Her two children were supposed to be helping to make one last paper chain for the lounge.

Jack Johnson was a skinny, mousy-brown haired thirteen year old, and quite precocious and often disrespectful to his pretty auburn haired younger sister, twelve year old Becky. In fact Jack was teasing his sister instead of helping with the paper chain and was quite mean with his comments. The two siblings had been working on the paper chain decorations and placing the last few presents under the large Christmas tree, but Jack's teasing had resulted in a frantic game of `tig' through the suburban four bedroom detached property.

"Can't catch me!" Becky teased and ran off, squealing towards the kitchen. Jack was chasing his sister and calling her names and intent on `tagging' his sister to win the game again. He caught up with her in the kitchen and cornered her. But instead of a playful `tig,' Jack grabbed hold of his sister in a tight bear hug and flicked at her ear.

"Gotcha dumb girl!!" Jack breathed, flicking her ear a second time only harder.

"Owww! Jack stop it right now. Don't be so mean..." Becky protested trying to shrug the boy away from her. "Let me go Jack!"

"Awww, can't you get away from your big bad brother?" Jack giggled, squeezing his sister a little tighter so that her bottom was pressed up against his crotch. "You're such a dumb little girl..."

"Stop it!! You're just a big bully..." Becky argued, wriggling more intently to get away. This made Jack giggle even more at her helplessness and he moved his hand to her stomach and started to tickle her. "Nooo! Leave me alone Jack. Stop being so horrible to me..." Becky whined as the tickling began. She hated it when her brother was like this. Sometimes he could be such a gentleman, but most of the time he was horrible, and most often he was horrible to her.

"You're just a big bully..." Jack said in a `teasing' voice to mock his sister. "You need a good tickle now that I've got you beat again!!"

For the last year or so, Jack had developed a really poor attitude towards girls - dismissing them as silly and dumb. He certainly didn't have any female friends at school and had never had a girlfriend to speak of. He'd never even kissed a girl either, apart from Sally Greenwood when he was ten at his best friend's Christmas party. Actually, she had kissed him once after she had cornered him under the mistletoe. He'd never felt so helpless when the determined girl had got hold of him and stole that kiss from him. It made him tingle and feel uncomfortable - he never wanted anything to do with girls again.

Well, that was just boyhood, his main behavioural shift against anything girlish seemed to develop after his father was killed in a light aircraft crash during a business trip to Scotland. That was in October 2008. His sister was heartbroken but seemed to deal with the grief better than Jack and maybe he resented that? He also hated how the girls at school wouldn't leave him alone when they tried to comfort and fuss over him. He felt smothered. All he wanted to do was play football or computer games with his friends. He never really got the opportunity to channel and explore his grief properly.

"Girls are so sissy!" Jack said to his sister through clenched teeth as he continued his tickling at her sides. "And you play field hockey! What a load of crap!"

"Let go Jack, stop it! I mean it... I'll call for mum," Becky replied.

"Say it... Say that girls are just sissy and dumb..."

"No, get off me... MOM!" Becky shouted for help.

"I know that you're getting a silly new hockey stick for Christmas..." Jack said, spoiling the main surprise present for his sister. "So you can go join the other lame little girls playing hockey... And... need I remind you that your girls' hockey team got thrashed four nil by the sissy boys' hockey team before school broke up for Christmas! Ha! Boys rule the world..." Jack always took great delight in celebrating any male victory over females and teased his sister and her friends to distraction when such events occurred.

"Get off me Jack... MOM!" Becky protested and called again. Jacks tickling hands still held Becky tightly around the waist, her bottom pressed against his tingling and stiffening groin... He started to move his hands higher up the sides of her body and his fingers were digging and tickling more aggressively. This made Becky wriggle even harder.

"Ha! You're just a dumb girl. Boys are best at everything!" He perpetually displayed a disrespect for girls even though recent sensations in his loins had announced the onset of his puberty and hormonal development. He had recently started to become curious about girls and the secrets of their bodies. He had even had a dream about being nice to a girl recently, but that finished before he could kiss her... The bravado and disrespect he displayed towards girls was best described as a way of denying and hiding his developing urges and inner `secret' feelings.

Jack's recent urges had resulted in this prolonged tickle torture of his sister. His hands started to move from the side of her body and were now threatening to trace and grope across her barely budding young chest.

Becky was confused by the warm feeling she was experiencing within her body knowing that her pert bottom was in close proximity to her brother's `thing.' Her young nipples felt different too as Jack's hands made progress up her body. She didn't know whether it was shame, anger or even whether she was secretly enjoying this tickling. Even through her anger, such was her own curiosity developing about boys that she was about to give in and to just let him feel her there...

Suddenly, Jack's hands were barely centimetres away from actually groping what bust development that she had. The horror of reality finally hit home...

"JACK! Stop! Don't..." Becky pleaded. "MOM!"

"Jack, put your sister down and stop being mean to her," Sarah Johnson called, arriving in the kitchen and observing the scuffling siblings. And all of a sudden, the tickling stopped and Jack immediately let his sister go. "C'mon Jack, say sorry to your sister. It's Christmas after all and you know she hates being tickled."

Jack's behaviour towards females surprisingly did not stretch to his mother. He quickly apologised to Becky for being mean and then left the kitchen to go and play computer games in the study to cool off.

"Thanks mum," Becky smiled at her mother. "He's a real pain sometimes... and so full of his own importance. Why can't he be nicer to me?"

"Oh he's just growing up Becky... I think it's been harder on him to lose your father, and I think deep down he feels a little outnumbered in this house a lot of the time. I know he loves you really," Sarah said softly to her daughter.

Becky went to her room to reflect on the horrible things that her brother had said and done to her throughout this year to try and understand why he acted the way he did towards her and her friends. She began to make a list...

Jack's crimes against her included; turning off the hot water before she had a shower prior to a friend's birthday - and that meant she was late and missed out on talking to Danny Graham, a boy she was sweet on. Jack had called her a `dumb girl' many times because she rarely scored high grades at school like he used to. Jack had put pepper on her breakfast cereal two weeks ago. Last week he had stopped her from playing on the Wii in the study when her girlfriends were round - just so that he could play alone instead. In the Summer he had also taken her pocket money (by force) to buy himself a new football. To date he had not paid her back.

As nightfall began and Christmas Eve really got started, Becky was alone in her room just wishing that there was some way to get back at her brother. The main problem was that he was stronger (being a boy) and was easily able to overpower her. At least that was what his bravado had her believe. And he seemed to be able to `sweet talk' their mother to get out of any trouble, or at least she seemed to let Jack get away with things. He did have a cute smile though, for a brother.

`I guess I will just have to put up with him,' Becky thought to herself. 'Maybe I've got it all wrong, perhaps all brothers are like this... He'll grow up and appreciate me soon...' Letting everything pass, Becky sighed and then went to have a shower and changed into her purple and pink `Saturdays' pyjamas.

Back in her room, Becky dried and combed her hair, and re-painted her nails with glittery, strawberry pink nail varnish - she looked sweet. She quickly decided to film Christmas Eve through the house with her mobile phone. She wanted to capture the pleasant and exciting mood in the house as Christmas Day became closer. This was her favourite night of the year and she was doubly excited at the prospect of her twin cousins, Katie and Karen staying for Christmas and the New Year.

Moving out of her room with the mobile phone on, Becky began filming the decorations and was providing a whispered, excited commentary on the tour of the house. Proceeding along the landing, she noticed the light was on in the bathroom and the door was ajar. Feeling naughty, she snuck up to the door and carefully, quietly looked inside. Becky held the camera steady and continued the film...

Becky saw that her brother was wearing a plain blue pair of pyjamas, a light blue top and dark blue bottoms and that he was stood at the side of the wash-basket. He was looking down at it for a while and appeared deep in thought about something. Becky was about to stop filming and ask Jack what he was doing when he suddenly opened the lid and reached into the basket...

Becky watched as Jack seemed to rummage around in the basket, looking for something. And then, her brother pulled a pair of her pink cotton panties from the basket and held them up against the light in front of his face. Seeing that they were her panties, Becky was embarrassed at the thought of her brother looking at her used underwear... About to explode with rage and confront her brother, she remembered that she was still filming and quickly realised that this might be her chance to get back at him...

Becky continued to film her brother on her mobile phone and Jack progressed his examination of Becky's panties.

With his eyes very wide in appreciation and curiosity, Jack fingered along the crotch of the panties. Clearly nervous, the camera showed Jack go to put the panties back in the basket, but instead found that he could not put them down. He felt so naughty and ashamed, but his curiosity and the growing sensation in his pyjama bottoms overcame him and he continued to finger along the gusset of his younger sister's knickers. He was hot, blushing with his `secret' shame and butterflies danced within his stomach.

`Dare I?' he thought.

Becky's heart was also pounding with shame and a similar growing, naughty excitement.

`What does he want with my panties? Why is he touching them like that?' Becky thought innocently. She wrestled mentally as to whether she liked or detested the thought of him going through her used underwear. Or clean underwear for that matter...

Still recording her brother on her mobile phone camera, Becky watched the revealing moment as Jack gently lifted the panties to his nose and breathed in deeply... Becky could now see the bulge forming at the front of his pyjamas. She knew enough from playground talk with her girlfriends that her brother was excited by what he was doing - he was having an erection while smelling her panties...

`Oh my god...' she thought.

Jack continued to repeatedly sniff the panties with a dreamy look on his face. He had been examining his sister's panties for about a week now as his curiosity about girls began to grow. He was interested in the various `feminine' stains that he always found inside her used panties and wondered what happened to make those stains. He always got a naughty thrill when he touched the panties where his sister's private parts had been and it always made him erect and need to masturbate. He had discovered his self pleasure at the start of the school year when his best friend had told him all about it.

Tonight was the first time he had been brave enough to actually hold them up to his nose and smell those secret female perfumes. The delicate yet musky mixture of his sister's secret fluids and washing powder was intoxicating. He felt very naughty being able to smell his sister's private parts like this, but at the same time giving over to his developing sexual appetite. Though he knew it was wrong, he continued to inhale her scent and it made him feel wonderful. It was like he had learned something very special about girls and their bodies and it made him feel somewhat superior and powerful to know what they smell like `down there.'

`Mmmmm, I can smell her cunny... and where she pees too...' Jack thought as he breathed in and out.

Becky watched and filmed her brother's illicit activity with her panties - alternating between the bulge at the front of his pyjamas and the look on his face as he continued to delight in the pleasure of her panties. Then, she witnessed a further escalation in his behaviour as Jack's right hand moved from holding the panties to his face and down towards his pyjamas bottoms. Just as her brother's hand started to reach into his pyjamas, her excitement became too much to handle and she dared not look any longer.

Becky suddenly turned off the camera and silently scurried off to her room needing to overcome her anger, shame and excitement. It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming out. Once safely back inside her room, Becky lay on her bed for a few minutes, heart pounding and feeling more than a little breathless. She blushed at the thought of her brother examining her panties, AND smelling what she was like `down there' - clearly learning about her. She blushed even more at the thought of what he must be doing now that she was no longer watching him.

But now she had learned something valuable about Jack too. In the safety of her bedroom, Becky downloaded the mobile phone footage to her desktop computer and watched her brother's sinful and shocking behaviour three more times, blushing even more each time. Sometimes she felt violated and sometimes she felt a nervous tingle in her own loins. It had piqued her curiosity and with barely enough self discipline to stop herself from physically exploring the sensations between her legs, she wished and wished that she had kept the camera running to find out what Jack did next. Amazed at her own sinful thoughts, she wondered if she would have caught sight of his dick.

`Gotcha...' Becky thought as she replayed the film for a fourth time. `It would have been cool to see his willy,' Becky thought, pressing her legs together. Knowing that she had enough ammunition to more than get her own back on her brother, she decided that she had to wait until the optimum moment to `cash in her chips.'

With a smug grin of satisfaction, Becky then went downstairs to say goodnight to her mother, noticing that Jack was nowhere to be seen. She observed that the bathroom was no longer occupied.

After turning out her light, Becky was in bed and waiting to go to sleep. Over and over in her mind, she continued to wish that she had been just a little more brave to keep on filming...

`I want to see what makes that bulge!' Becky thought. `I wonder what a boy's willy is really like.' Her thoughts were quick and posed far too many questions to answer in one night. `Was it really my panties that made his `thing' bulge out like that?' Becky realised that the whole event had awakened her interest in boys and a curiosity about their private parts.

Sure, Jack and her had shared a bath when they were toddlers, but that all stopped before they noticed their bodily differences and Becky couldn't remember any details anyway... Both siblings had been able to maintain their privacy and had never seen each other naked or wearing less than a towel.

`Does Danny Graham - (the sweetest boy in my class) - go all hard down there too?' Before she finally fell asleep, a thousand plans to see a thousand different boys naked flashed through her mind. And she knew she had the ammunition to make it happen.

To Be Continued...