Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 18

Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother 18

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Voyeur 18--The Kelly Chronicle

By, Running Bare

My name is Sarah Whitfield. At the time of this writing, I’m a 37 year-old business woman. After reading the voyeur series by some author named Running Bare, I decided to bring one of my stories into the light.

The year was 1981. I was a twelve-year-old girl when I landed my first babysitting gig. A neighbor down the street called on me to babysit for her kids. She and her husband had two little boys, Timmy (7) and Brad (6), and two girls Cassie (4) and Tina (9). Quite a handful for a twelve-year-old, but a handful I was willing to undertake. I needed the money. Besides, the kids were cute.

Timmy and Brad were a delight to watch as they played. They’d get just plain filthy playing in dirt, wrestling, climbing trees, and riding their bikes. The first evening I called the shorts clad boys in from romping with the neighbor boys. And just gave their dirty knees a second look. I must admit, from the beginning, was especially enamored with Timmy’s legs. Wow, for a little guy they were muscular and firm. Not that his brother wasn’t enchanting too, but Timmy sure had the legs and Mrs. Kelly made sure she showed them off. I often wondered whether the boys had any long pants in their wardrobe. After a day of playing their knees were smudged with black and it wasn’t uncommon to see dirt streaking their handsome little faces.

Cassie, the youngest child, was cute and conniving. And, she was a picky eater.

Tina, the oldest, was smart as a tack. The kid’s vocabulary amazed me. Mrs. Kelly said she was the top of her fourth-grade class when it came to math as well. She always said she wanted to become a teacher and she eventually did.

My mother was a bit hesitant about me sitting for them. She suggested that I should wait until I was a little older to take on the task of four kids. She thought an afternoon with one a little younger than the Kellys’ would be a better proving ground than an evening with four older ones. I was able to convince her I could handle it. Prior to the big night, Mrs. Kelly had called my Mom and asked her to check in on me occasionally to make sure I wasn’t in over my head. Guess she must have thought it was a handful too, but she never had buyer’s remorse after than night. Back then we didn’t have cellphones to use for instant communication so, those kinds of concerns were handled by making sure the sitter’s parent would be available for back-up.

When I arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Kelly were in the final stages of preparation. It was Mr. Kelly who told me about the treats they’d left for me in the kitchen. He also hurriedly discussed bedtimes for the three little ones. Mrs. Kelly was in the front foyer, standing in front of the mirror, putting on her earrings. As they semi-rushed out the door, I went to join the kids in the living room. The sight was initially jaw dropping. Timmy and Brad were stark naked and sitting on the couch with Cassie in a onesie with her legs crossed. All watching TV. Tina was working at the dining room table on what appeared to be homework.

I hadn’t prepared for seeing the naked little boys, so I inquired as to whether they were going to get ready for bed. The response was that they were ready and that they’d all had their baths. From the dining room Tina just clarified, “Timmy and Brad sleep naked. Mom makes them stay naked after their baths so she doesn’t have to wash any laundry.”

Okay, I wasn’t going to complain. It was the first time I’d seen these cute little guys’ penises and smooth bare backsides, and I really enjoyed the sight. They could stay naked all the time for all I was concerned. Both of them seemed unmoved by my presence and sat airing out what appeared to be generously endowed penises. I hadn’t seen many little boys naked and those I had seen were quite a bit younger than six and seven.

Timmy’s rather long hose was flopped to the side of his cute little ball purse. Brad was unconsciously pinching the head of his circumcised appendage as he stared at the TV. They were completely comfortable with me, a girl from down the street who’d never before seen them naked, coming into their presence.

Timmy’s legs were spread and cocked to each side. His smooth soft penis and drawn up ball sack complimented those legs in beauty. The kid was amazing to look at. I wanted to go over and give that appendage a playful pull but felt it would be inappropriate to do so. Actually, either of the boys were inviting for such a move. You know the sight of those bare little bodies still resides in my memory after all these years. Every time I think about them, I imagine the feeling of pinching their glans and stretching the darn things out.

Even more vivid is the memory of sitting down between the two and patting Timmy’s upper leg. He thought it was to reassure and show affection I’m sure. It wasn’t. It was to satisfy my curiosity about the texture of the boy’s skin and encroach on a part of him that was usually covered. I wanted to feel his boyhood, but as an “adult”, again, restrained myself. I rested my left hand on Timmy’s exposed inner thigh and my right hand cupped Brad’s knee. My mind raced about the possibility of just a momentary feel of their little boy toys but continued to fight my compulsion.

There we were. Me with my hands on two beautiful naked boys, a little girl on the sitting next to them completely engrossed in the TV and her older sister working on school work.

It wasn’t too long after sitting down, my better angel lost. I “allowed” my hand to slip close enough to Timmy’s penis that the side of my pinky was pressed against that boy’s bulbous knob. I could actually feel the pee slit, and, that my friends, was exciting. I didn’t move it. I acted as though I had no idea I was touching the tip of his penis. He didn’t show any visible response or even try to move out of the way. Guess we were both okay with it. We sat like that for a couple of minutes and all of a sudden, his penis began pushing at the side of my finger. Yep, apparently, he was aware and he liked it. I feigned ignorance because I liked it too. He was just a little kid, but I wasn’t that big myself.

Eventually, I moved my hand away without making commentary. Timmy then made an unabashed and eye-opening request. “Rub my peepee.”

What in the hell? Did I hear him right? “What, Honey?”

“Rub my peepee,” he repeated in a pathetic tone of voice.

Tina was quick to respond, “Timmy, she might not want to touch your penis. She’ not Mom or Dad or me. Not everyone wants to rub some kid’s penis. Just watch TV and leave her alone.”

I didn’t want this opportunity to pass. “Do your parents rub his penis?” I inquired trying to act non-surprised.

“Yeah, they rub both boys there. Mom says it calms them down, but you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I can do it when I’m finished with my homework.” What? She had the opportunity to play with her brother’s generously endowed phallus and chose to work on homework instead? Was the kid asexual?

Shaking my puzzlement over her reaction, I was committed to take advantage of the situation. “No, I don’t mind. I just wanted to make sure that was okay.”

And, that set off a two-hour penis fest with the two boys. I rubbed their boy toys and legs and was literally in heaven satisfying their demands. They watched the television, legs spread wide, and I had both hands full. It was that night I truly began to appreciate playing with a boy’s erection. I’d bend them down and let them snap back up. I’d pinch the grape sized heads and wiggle the stiff appendages around playfully. I’d never felt testicles before and was intrigued with chasing them around as I fingered their scrota. I explored their anatomies so well I learned things I never knew about boys.

So as not to cause any future misunderstanding, I mentioned Timmy and Brad’s unusual request to their parents. I first explained they were naked all night. Mrs. Kelly acknowledged that her boys were required to be naked from bath until the next morning. She told me it was her belief that little boys didn’t get any room for modesty. Then she asked if that troubled me. I was quick to tell her that not only didn’t it trouble me, I thought it was a great way to raise little boys.

Then I told her about their request for me to rub their “peepees”. She blushed a little bit and explained they liked being stimulated in the evenings and that she and her husband didn’t have a problem with that. Still embarrassed she asked, “So, what’d you do?”

I explained Tina had told me it was something that she and Mr. Kelly had no problem with. And, that she often rubbed the boys’ penises. So, I just thought it was part of the bedtime ritual and I rubbed them. Her response floored me. She felt relieved and actually said, “I guess I’ve found a regular sitter!”

For the next five years I looked forward to being called by the Kellys’. I did always enjoy seeing those two little boys romping nude. In fact, if I was called to sit early in the afternoon, I’d suggest the boys get their baths and ready for bed upon my arrival. More often than not I also found it entertaining to see the evidence of beltings applied by their father that day or the day before. Pink tram lines and sometimes bruised backsides had a certain erotic appeal for me. I was told such corrective measures were usually done in front of the rest of the family. I longed to witness one of those discipline sessions—lucky Tina.

As the years went by, Timmy started showing a gradual awareness of his nakedness. He didn’t seek my touch to his “private parts”, Brad, on the other hand, continued to seek it. A few times Timmy even gave me a scowl when I rested my hand on his inner thigh. Instead of opening wide, he closed his legs and defiantly crossed his arms.

Curiously they didn’t promote Tina to the sitter position those later years. I really hadn’t given it much thought until I had been employed four years. I mean the girl was now fourteen and I was a mere sixteen but they still kept calling me. So, I cautiously broached the question even while fearing it might cause my “contract” to come to an abrupt halt. I’d certainly miss tending to the two boys, but it seemed to me they had a live-in sitter who probably wouldn’t cost them as much.

Mrs. Kelly explained that the boys, not so much Cassie, wouldn’t pay any attention to Tina. She was their sister and her orders would be ignored, or, at the very least, argued. Besides, she was only two years Timmy’s senior and I was a full five. She also said, my being outside the family made the boys’ continued nudity a bit more embarrassing for them and they needed that. She also told me Timmy was starting to rebel about having to be naked every day in front of Tina and Cassie. That was new for him. As a result of his evolving modesty, Brad was beginning to become more self-conscious too, and my presence renewed the opportunity to give them some humility.

Funny, but the boy who, at seven, had nonchalantly asked me to rub his “peepee”, hadn’t asked me to do it again in over two years. It had come to the point that I’d initiate it by just causally fondling him. But as I said, at ten he began pulling away and actually shouting “Stop!” when I’d uninvitedly attempt to comfort his boy parts.

As Timmy grew and turned 12, I’d been kept not only from exploring his growing package, but I had been denied seeing it for almost two years. When he started objecting in his tenth year, Mrs. Kelly relaxed the nudity requirement for him. One of “my” boys was about to enter puberty. I was dying to see how that was coming along. Curiosity is a bitch.

Now, he’d influenced Brad as well. I don’t think Brad really was shy about being exposed. I think Brad just took behavioral ques from his big brother. “If Timmy doesn’t want to be naked any more neither do I” kind of thing. Mr. Kelly’s belt helped him maintain the family’s forced nudity rule.

Brad’s boy-like penis and scrotum were still a pleasure to see and stimulate. Even if I had to force the issue by threatening to tell his Dad about his obstinance, I made him stay naked during my sitting stints, more often than not against his will. Though his item of interest was still almost an inch shorter than his brother’s, it was still fun to play with and feel harden.

Frustrated isn’t even a strong enough word to describe my situation back then.

One particular evening, Brad came down in a pair of boxers after his bath. He knew he was testing the rules, but I think he’d decided he had reached his older brother’s level of challenge. He was wrong. “Oh, no, mister. Lose the boxers. Your mother wants you to stay naked after your bath and you know it.” He argued that Timmy didn’t have to anymore. Then I dropped the “B” bomb, “Get them off or I’ll tell your father you gave me grief, and you know what will happen then, don’t you? You’ll get the belt!” He sulked and pushed them down exposing his flaccid little appendage. It occurred to me that, his soft penis signaled things were becoming a bit too familiar in our relationship. I decided to use that evening to “spice things up” a bit. I had to find a creative way to supplement the usual “massage him ‘til he’s stiff” program.

Out of the clear blue, an amazing thought overcame me. I could make Timmy play with his brother’s package. I think such an event would even be interesting to Cassie and Tina. I knew Timmy’s pre-teen, sixth-grade boy, homophobia would resist the demand for dear life. Even Brad was voicing the “I’m not gay!” stuff boys that age are so adamant about. But, I had a secret weapon to help him overcome it. Their Dad’s belt. And, according to the rules, I’d get to watch them get it. As, I saw it, the whole process was win-win. I couldn’t lose. We girls could enjoy watching their almost twelve-year-old brother playing with ten-year-old Brad’s penis, or, watch one or both getting whipped with a belt, while completely naked, for not compiling with my directive. If we were lucky we could set them up for both.

I chose to approach the issue by acting like I was too busy cleaning the kitchen after dinner to massage Brad. Timmy would have to massage his brother before bed. Tina offered to massage her brother for me. I reiterated Timmy should do it, with a sly wink to the girl. “After all, someday he’ll be a Daddy and he should know how to do this for his boys.” Tina mulled it over and I assume thought it would be fun forcing Timmy to go against all his sensibilities and service his little brother. What made it even more challenging is that both boys adamantly fought the idea just as predicted. Both argued the preteen homophobic mantra.

My biggest task was to figure out how to force Timmy into exposing himself. His mother and father had weakened the requirement for him due to his age, but it didn’t mean he was completely out of the control of the “Kelly rule for boys”. It’d been almost two years since I felt dominant enough to compel him to spend the afternoon and evening nude, but, if any time was right, that was the moment. The very thought of what I could make happen between the two naked boys had me verklempt. Just thinking about it caused a lump in my throat, made me short of breath and hot. It had to happen as visualized.

I even imagined some foreplay. I could make them wrestle with each other as a warm up activity. Those naked bodies wiggling around on top of each other, penises and ball sacks rubbing up against the other’s, or, better yet, find themselves in positions where their faces were in each other’s crotches. My better angel whispered a mental remedy, “Oh, God! Make it stop! Make it stop!” But I ignored her.

I couldn’t get the image of these two cute boys engaging in physical contacts with each other while naked out of my mind. The fact they were brothers within a year of age of each other made it even more compelling. The problem was getting Timmy to cooperate. I could order Brad to remain naked, but my authority over Timmy had dwindled as he grew older.

One night, after his bath, I tried to charm the twelve-year-old to take off his last vestige of genital covering. I explained how I really missed seeing him playing as freely as he did when he was younger. He kind of shrugged it off. Then I truthfully told him he had one of the best-looking penises of any boy I knew and he shouldn’t be so shy about showing it off. He acted like he didn’t hear me. I continued telling him how it wasn’t something he should be so shy about. He should show it off for people see. Still no response.

Then Tina, obviously aware of my intentions, felt she could take a shot. “Oh, come on Timmy, take off your boxers and let her see your boy thing. She’s seen it plenty of times before. Look Brad isn’t shy, he’s got his flopping all around and he even lets her rub it for him.”

Brad had to jump on that. In an irritated tone he responded. “Yeah, but it’s only because Mom said I have to be naked. I don’t like it. I can’t wait until I’m old enough to keep my clothes on.”

Apparently older sister’s attempt at intervention was making things worse all the way around. Timmy continued to play with his game and act as though he wasn’t listening, but he was.

Schmoozing didn’t work, thanks, in part, to Tina’s attempt at helping. As she tried to engage in an argument with Brad, I just held my hand up to her signaling she should butt out of the discussion.

As that particular evening moved on, my frustration at getting my twelve-year-old charge naked turned to anger. He resisted by ignoring my verbal attempts to get him to completely disrobe. I desperately wanted to see and feel that penis again. More so, I wanted to put my plan for getting the boys to fondle each other into effect. If I couldn’t get it done then, I’d never get it done. Timmy’s resolve to avoid exposure was growing stronger and stronger the older he got. The clock was also running for Brad. He was rapidly approaching an age when his mother would give him more control over his exposure.

The only hope left was to convince Mr. and Mrs. Kelly that their boys shouldn’t be allowed to make those decisions until they were fully involved in puberty at the very soonest. But here I was a mere teenager, what in the hell would I know? Well, I did know I might be able to use Tina and Cassie to pave the road. If they could whine enough about keeping their brothers, both of them, naked because they liked looking at them, maybe the parents would cave just to shut them up. On the other hand, I ran the risk that they would interpret the girls’ begging for such a rule as being unfair to the boys.

I had to find a way, without the girls’ help, to get things back to the old ways. I had to have both boys naked during my sitting sessions. Timmy’s penis and scrotum had, once again, to be vulnerable to my exploration. Even more I wanted to regain forced compliance to my direction. Yes, I had to dominate the boy. I had plans for both boys, if I could achieve that objective. Obviously, I was totally horny about making realities out of my fantasies.

Being frustrated with the drive to force the boys into nudity, I decided to visit the library and read whatever I could about kid, especially male kid, development during the pre-puberty and pubescent years. Being a fifteen-year-old, I had to play the librarian to get what I wanted. I explained to her that I was babysitting a lot and many of my charges were ten, eleven and twelve-year-old boys. I really wanted to know as much as I could about what was going on during those years as far as behavior and any books that might help me understand them better would be very helpful. She bought it. She actually complimented me for wanting to be more “professional” in my job. But, she also told me the books she had might be a little hard for me to comprehend as they were written mostly for adults. She pulled a few and I retired to a quiet table and began perusing the indexes for “boys, ...sexual development”, “puberty...boys”, “modesty...boys”, or related listings.

I did get engrossed in some of the photos, mostly black and white, of naked kids posing to illustrate growth. There were even close ups of boy genitalia at various ages. What was kind of annoying was in some of the books the kids had a black rectangle over their eyes. I guess to protect their identity. I chuckled a bit thinking those models were probably adults by then and questioned whether anyone who knew them might remotely stumble on those pages and be able to recognize who they were at that age. Oh, well, I guess there have been prudes in every generation.

One of the books kind of specialized in boys. I paged through it seeing photos of boys swimming naked in pools and romping nude at the beach. It gave credibility to my Dad’s claim that as a boy he had to swim naked at the YMCA, Boys’ Club and even in the school pool. Apparently, during those days boys had no choice. I bet Mrs. Kelly would enjoy that one, so I included it in the pile of books I wanted to check out for two weeks.

I was pretty well satisfied with the material I’d gleaned. I decided to look at one more before riding my bike home with my books securely in my backpack. I’m glad I did.

There it was. The holy grail of my desired topic. Under the sexual development listing. I turned to page 324 and began reading:

During this period of development, same gender sex play is not uncommon. Boys are significantly more inclined to engage in same sex related play than girls. They are more inclined to be comparative and curious about genital functioning. It is a common hypothesis such interest is reinforced by the external presence of their genitalia.

It is rare that such play places the participant in any danger. It usually involves non-intrusive fondling and daring escapades. Though anal penetration might occur it is usually with a finger, stick or elongated toy, and not by a phallus. Some objects may cause a danger of minor lacerations of the anal area. If your child is thought to be involved in such play, regular anal inspection is suggested.

Genital and anal exploration by eight to twelve-year-olds rarely results in oral stimulation or sodomy. It is important to remember the motivation for prepubescent sex-play is comparison and anatomical curiosity and not sexual.

If genital play is problematic for the parents it should be handled by redirection rather than correction. It usually is completely innocent and motivated by curiosity and comparison, not by sexual intent.

Harsh corrective actions may result in piquing the child’s curiosity and lead to deeper exploration. Redirection, on the other hand, sends a non-judgmental message and down plays hidden motives. Choosing the former runs the risk of children developing body shyness and an unhealthy level of modesty. The latter communicates a more normal relaxed modesty outlook and lessens the intrigue that motivates such exploration. The more restraint the parent shows the more likely the children will lose interest in such behavior.

Through studies of children raised in nudist communities and other cultures where child nudity is permitted, encouraged or forced, research indicates significantly less incidence of sex play among prepubescent age children. Results of such studies suggest exposing the children’s bodies, (especially boys) openly and publicly, tends to eradicate the need for such exploration. In other words, sex play is significantly less prevalent in cultures where child nudity is accepted and commonly practiced.

Wow! And, that was just the introductory part. I was compelled to take these books to the Kelly’s next time they wanted me to sit. Slyly, I’d leave them out on the kitchen table so the titles would catch their interest. If that didn’t work, I’d mention to them “These books kind of support your requirement that the boys be naked. They say they should be allowed to explore each other’s bodies to satisfy normal sexual curiosity.”

Within three days, I was again summoned to the Kelly’s for a lunch to late night job. I walked in and casually placed the books on the kitchen table in a way that wouldn’t suggest I was baiting them. It didn’t take long for Mrs. Kelly to lift one of the books and acknowledge, “Kind of heavy reading for a fifteen-year-old isn’t it?”

I explained it was just a way to make me a better babysitter and later a better mother. Then I laid it on. I told her according to the books, she was way ahead of other parents. I used the example of making the boys stay naked as something that helped them develop good sexual orientations. She got a shit eating grin on her face. I went on and mentioned, from what I read, it would be helpful right up into puberty. Then I turned to page 324 and ran my finger under the subtitle. “See what it says here? Your boys (again it didn’t differentiate, but I did) will likely engage in limited bouts of same sex play to reassure themselves they are growing the same. They called it gender identification. She read it and showed obvious excitement. I wasn’t sure her reaction was due to her beliefs being validated by the professionals or whether she was getting further ideas. I hoped it reinforced the idea that Timmy was still way to young to be allowed to make the naked/dressed decision for himself and making him be naked was supported in this book.

She did call her husband’s attention to the two-page explanation of early same sex contacts. Mr. Kelly took a few minutes to read it. He smiled and kissed his wife telling her he always knew she was a smart mother.

I couldn’t stand it. “Maybe you should make Timmy run naked like you used to, at least for a couple of more years. The book seems to say it would be good for him.”

Where that came from I don’t know, but I hit pay dirt. She said to her husband, “maybe we should”. His response was that it was her call. She decided right then and there. Timmy was called to the kitchen and told he was going back on the naked time rules and that he could start by stripping right there before they left.

So, a pouting and crying, boy began disrobing right in front of the three of us. He stopped at the boxers and looked for a reprieve from his father. He got none. Instead Mr. Kelly said, “the boxers, too”. The boy slid them down and once again that masterpiece penis came into view. It was standing stiffly. I’d reached my first goal.

Before leaving, the kids all got the “do whatever Sarah tells you” speech followed immediately with the “if they didn’t, they’d get the belt with Daddy got home” warning. That applied almost exclusively to the boys. I don’t ever recall hearing about either of the girls getting a whipping. I was in the audience many times when one or both boys got one.

The stage was set. I would direct the boys in some homosexual exploration they’d be thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated to do, but we girls would thoroughly enjoy. To ensure not getting in trouble myself, I’d made sure Mrs. Kelly saw the part about same sex exploration and how it was normal and strengthened gender identity. Thinking back, her smirk kind of indicated, secretly, she knew what I was up to.

“The kids have had lunch. Dinner is in the fridge. Bedtimes are the weekend hours. Here’s the number where we can be reached.”

“Would you mind if I made the boys take their baths early?”

Now I knew she was on my plane. She almost chuckled out loud. “You can’t wait to force Timmy to be naked, can you?”

That was embarrassing, but I had to admit it. She called the boys into the kitchen and told them to get their baths and to remember they could put nothing on until the next morning. I think Timmy knew it was a ploy to get him exposed. Brad argued about being able to go out and play with his friends. Mrs. Kelly told him he could go out and play. He just had to be naked when he did. She added that he’d probably need another bath when he came in.

I said, “Timmy you go first. Go up and get your bath so Brad can get his.”

I still pride myself in the cleverness and the amount of work that went into that night. My first research-based recommendation resulted in a green light for the master plan.

Timmy begrudgingly tromped up the stairs to get his shower. While he was gone I got Tina up to speed on what her parents had decided for the boys. She was almost as anxious to see her brother embarrassed as I was to massage his hardened appendage once again. He was gone for fifteen minutes. The time span drove me to inquire as to his situation. I hollered up the stairs and was informed by him that he was in his room. It was obvious the boy planned to protect his privacy by avoiding the living room. That wouldn’t hack it. “I want you downstairs where I can keep an eye on you.” (Literally). He slowly responded. I could hear his footsteps as he came into view on the landing. His hand was grasping his penis and scrotum. “Oh, put your hands down. We’ll see it sooner or later, and, besides, I have to massage you in a few minutes anyway.” He stomped down the last few stairs with a pout on his face still clutching his boyhood. “I said, put your hands down. Your sisters and I want to see your penis. How much has it grown over the last few months, anyway?”

He thrust his hands to his sides releasing his beautiful erection. I can’t help it, that boy was beautiful.

I sent Brad up for his bath/shower. He climbed the stairs already naked and flaccid. As he passed Timmy, he paused to take in his brother’s penis and testicles. A smile crossed his face almost as an indication his misery was going to love the company. Little did he know. Little did either of them know what I had instore for them.

Still pouting, Timmy sat on the couch and grabbed his game controller. I reminded him to spread his legs so we could enjoy the sight even better. He got really pissy about it but complied. Tina smiled toward me. Cassie sitting cross legged on the floor gave her brother’s boyhood a cursory glance and went back to whatever she was working on.

I waited for Brad to re-enter the scene. I’d decided I’d make the boys massage each other for the first time as far as I’d known. That activity would be the “foreplay” for what I had in mind. The thought of it all was making me hornier and hornier.

Brad came down, hair still soaked (as usual). I asked, “Don’t you dry your hair?”

Got the typical young boy answer, “It dries by itself.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I announced we would get the first boy massage out of the way and told Brad to get in position on the floor. He acted inconvenienced but got down on the floor without complaining. Then I added something new. “Timmy, get down there and massage your little brother. You know how to do it, you’ve had it done to you enough.”

He argued that he wasn’t going to do it. It was “gay” and he wasn’t gay. Brad was giggling at the thought. I tried to make the argument that we needed to share the responsibilities and he was going to take on that one whether it was “gay” or not. My voice took on an adamant tone. He threw the game controller down on the couch cushion next to him and approached Brad. My thought was that was easier than I thought it would be.

Even Cassie stopped what she was doing and turned her attention to her brothers.

Angrily, Timmy glared back at me. Kind of like he wanted me to give him step-by-step instructions. He wanted to play the ignorance card, I’d happily comply.

“Start with his face.”

He was aggressive as he stimulated his brother’s face. I cautioned him to be gentle and change his attitude. Brad seemed anxious to get further into the session. It was almost as he anticipated Timmy having to fondle his genitals.

He didn’t have to wait long. I instructed Timmy to trace down the center of his brother’s body. He stopped short of working on Brad’s now erect penis. “Okay, now do his penis and testicles.” Timmy crossed his arms angrily and told me he wouldn’t. I told him if he didn’t get busy, I’d report it to his father and he’d get his bare ass whipped thoroughly. He snorted and continued the posture. “I’m not kidding Timmy. He’ll spank you and I’ll love watching it, won’t you Tina?”

Tina agreed. Slowly, he cupped his brother’s hardened appendage. As he did, Brad let out a giggle. The little guy was enjoying his big brother being forced into embarrassment. Timmy withdrew his hand. I told him to continue massaging his little brother’s package until I told him otherwise. He did and Brad kept giggling. Then we progressed back up to his arms, hands and trunk. Then back to the package. He didn’t complain about doing the second visit, but he did playful engulf his brother’s penis and give it a good tug, playfully teasing “I’ll pull it off, if you don’t stop laughing.” With that, even Timmy broke a smile.

Good, he was getting used to it. It’d make my further plans a bit easier to realize.

After thirty minutes of watching Timmy tend to Brad, I told them to switch. Timmy expounded, “I’m not letting him touch me down there.”

My retort? “Oh, yes you are. Put your hands out to the side.”

Almost literally by the book, Brad went straight to his brother’s four-and-a-half-inch erection. He engulfed it and mimicked what Timmy had done to him, “Oh yeah, I’ll pull yours off.” It was obvious as he rolled his brother’s balls around inside their purse he was making that damned book come alive. He was completely engaged in finally being allowed to feel someone else’s boy parts.

Tina, Cassie and I were giggling at the fun sight. But, I had to bring it back down to a “professional” level to avoid the inevitable telling after their parents came home. “Alright, Brad, stop fooling around and do it right. Start rubbing his face.” The kid immediately shifted his attention to Timmy’s face. It was kind of cute to watch, but my visual attention was continually drawn to Timmy’s long and inviting hard-on.

After another half hour of the on-going show, I had to shift my mind to using the power of suggestion to get them engaged in less fondling and more oral types of stimulation. I’d toyed with having them start by wrestling with each other. They’d have to come body to body and wiggle their appendages over each other’s naked bodies. But how?

I called upon a little-known fact my father had given me as we watched the Olympics. “Seeing you guys naked and pulling on each other, reminded me that way back when the Olympics was started. All the boys who competed were completely nude. They weren’t allowed to wear anything. Can you imagine how they’d wrestle that way?”

It worked Brad piled right on his still vulnerable brother. He’d crossed his brother’s body where they were actually penis to penis. It wasn’t planned, it just happened that way. Brad wiggled around trying to overpower his eleven-year-old brother. Timmy, apparently more aware of the incidental genital contact, tried to move Brad so they weren’t penis to penis. Brad was playfully oblivious to it. God, I wish cellphones had been invented back then. What a video that’d have been!

Timmy finally was able to flip his brother off. He then straddled Brad’s chest and pinned his arms above his head. Brad hard little penis was sticking up a few inches behind Timmy’s butt crack. Timmy’s erection was closely pointing at Brad’s mouth. I wanted to coach him to slide forward so that grape sized glans was on the younger boy’s lips, but questioned how such a directive would replay if their parents were told.

Timmy finally uttered the timeless boy question at that point, “You give up?”

Brad giggled and said, “No!”

That was my opening. “Timmy you need to move up and sit on his neck. He’ll give up!”

Taking my advice, he did just that. I think somewhere while doing it, he got the idea I’d hoped for. He slid his penis up enough to actually put it on his brother’s lower lip. I know he was aware of it’s location. How could he not?

Tina came alive. “Make him kiss your penis. Put it in his mouth.”

Cassie chimed in. “Yeah, make him put your thing in his mouth.”

Glad she did that and I didn’t. It could happen and their sisters would be implicated. Timmy, on the other hand, also must have felt his sisters’ suggestion would free him from guilt if the story was ever told.

He ordered, “Kiss it Brad. Put it in your mouth.”

I guess this was the point I was supposed to step in, but I couldn’t bring myself to ending it. I wanted it to play out.

Brad pursed his lips and turned his head away. Timmy kept repeating his orders. “Kiss it and I’ll let you up!” Brad continued to refuse.

Finally, in a bout of frustration, Brad licked the underside of his brother’s glans. “There, I kissed it. Let me up!”

Timmy didn’t relent. “No, put it in your mouth. Licks don’t count.”

We’d made incredible progress toward my desire to see both boys in similar situations. I did the responsible babysitter thing and told Timmy to let his brother up. It was definitely against my desire, but there’d be plenty of opportunity to take it a step further later that evening. Timmy got off and Cassie complained that I shouldn’t have stopped them. I think Tina caught on to the reasoning.

I did go one step further though. “You guys need to hug and kiss each other. Tell each other you love one another. No hard feelings.”

“Did those olden times guys have to kiss each other, too?” Cassie asked.

“No, but they weren’t brothers. Boys give each other a kiss.”

They pressed their lips together tightly and complied. I had to jump in and correct their technique. “No, you don’t just mash your lips together. Both of you stick the tips of your tongues out.” They got wide eyed. “Do it!” They did. “Now touch your tongue tips together.” To my complete surprise, they reluctantly did as I told them. As I think back, their lack of hesitation was another indication that book was pretty accurate. To add comic relief, I reminded Timmy of where his bother’s tongue had been just a few minutes before. He started spitting and making noises of disgust. We all laughed.

Could I call it, or could I call it? Sure enough, Cassie stumbled into a conversation of the goings on that day at lunch the following day. I don’t know exactly what was said, but Mrs. Kelly called and asked me to stop by the house. She had something she needed to talk to me about. You don’t have to be a brain surgeon to figure out what that might be considering all of it took place just the day before. I was worried to the point of my stomach being upset. How far would this go? Would my parents be involved? I went over almost immediately, as I wanted to get it over with before Mr. Kelly came home from work. I nervously rang the bell at the Kelly home.

I couldn’t help but notice both boys were stark naked and watching the TV as I passed the living room on our way to the kitchen. The girls were nowhere to be found. In order to try to sway the discussion before it began, I asked where Tina was. The answer floored me a bit. She went to round up a few of her friends so they could come and enjoy her naked brothers for a while.

Mrs. Kelly graciously poured some iced tea and began right to the point. “I hear the boys were up to some shenanigans yesterday. They felt each other’s penises?” She stopped and allowed me to answer.

“Yeah, I guess they did.”

“And, Cassie says, they wrestled naked on the floor?”

“They did that too.”

Then she went on in an entirely unpredictable direction. “Listen if they are going to wrestle tell them to take it out to the lawn. I don’t care if they wrestle in the front yard or the back, but I have a lot of valuable knick-knacks and if they get out of hand somethings going to be broken. So, in the future make them take it outside.”

Whew, dodged that bullet, but to make it even more believable, I added, “But both of them were naked.”

“Send them out there naked. I don’t care. In fact, I hope you do. They need the embarrassment. Just no more wrestling in the house, okay?”

She wasn’t upset, but she wasn’t pleased either. I just acknowledged the new rule and promised I’d make ‘em take it outside naked.

Next on the list was the “kissing”. She was a bit concerned as to why they were kissing. I had to make up a reason and just said they’d been angry with one another so I made them kiss and make up. I argued “after all they’re brothers” and I didn’t see the harm in it. She came back with “touching tongues isn’t a brotherly kiss. Tina said they were mashing each other’s mouths together pretty hard and you told them to be gentle and suggested touching the tips of their tongues together. To lighten the conversation I half-jokingly responded, “Well, I wasn’t going to let them French kiss. Seemed a tongue touch was sufficient. They found it funny.”

“I know they did. I’m a bit concerned their father wouldn’t find it funny though.”

I reminded her of the development book and the material on page 324. I suggested it was just an exploratory thing and they’d grow out of it. She seemed to put it all together and again shocked the hell out of me. “Well, I guess it isn’t so bad. I mean they both have the same germs don’t they. Besides, I think it probably embarrassed them, Timmy especially, and God knows he needs to be embarrassed. Just don’t let them French.”

I agreed I wouldn’t allow them to French kiss.

“Tell me, did you let Timmy make Brad lick his penis?”

I told her the truth. It wasn’t really a mandate. He did it on his own, but again Brad didn’t really object. “I certainly would never make them do such a thing, but I didn’t really find it bad enough to stop it.”

She indicated she wished that she’d have been able to see that. But, to my relief, she didn’t take it any further.

The boys were called in to the kitchen. I was getting a bit concerned. Mrs. Kelly slapped Timmy’s hand away from his penis and told both of them that from then on, they’d both be naked whenever I babysat for the whole time. She reiterated that they would sleep naked those nights as well. Then she got on them about the wrestling and told them I would take them outside to wrestle and there’d be no more such activity in the house.

Then she dropped a true bombshell. “Daddy and I have talked about what went on yesterday. He and I have agreed to let Sarah whip your bare backsides with a belt whenever she sees fit from now on. And, your backsides will be bare all the time so be on your best behavior. Whatever she tells you to do, you do it without comment. Is that understood?”

Both boys stood with eyes cast downward. I felt kind of sorry for them, they really hadn’t done anything wrong. Both acknowledged the rules change. I was flabbergasted over my new-found authority.

“And, if Sarah has to spank you, your father will spank you again when we get home. Got it?”

I surveyed the boys’ bodies and overall posture. Truthfully, I found myself staring at their little pecker heads, smooth, bluish pink and plump. Two peeled grapes both of which I had access to anytime I wanted. They were both cute, but that Timmy was beautiful. I made a determined notation to myself that is tan lines would be erased during the summer. Anytime I sat he’d be out in the yard naked and I didn’t care who was here to enjoy it. I did know he wouldn’t enjoy it at all. Some later date I tell his mother that goal.

Shocker? Mrs. Kelly told them they could go watch their cartoons, but before they left she wanted them to touch the tips of their tongues together. After all that shit, she was right on board with it.

A week later there I was again. A full Saturday of sitting. I was making a lucrative salary out of it. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly were going out of town to a wedding. According to the new rule both boys were naked when I arrived. I had already begun planning for the day and Timmy wasn’t going to like it. As the parents left, Cassie and two other little girls came up the sidewalk. I heard Mrs. Kelly’s direction. “If they are going in, they have to do what Sarah says or they need to go home.”

Wow, I could let them in to see the boys. And, see they did. That was the general reason for the visit. “Timmy spread your legs. You know what the girls want to see.” I couldn’t believe I was that direct. He folded his arms in rebellion. I just waved the double over belt at him to help him remember the new order of things. When I did he spread them unleashing a totally open shot of his boner. The girls giggled. Brad entered the living room form the kitchen. Seeing the girls, he turned in retreat. I ordered him into the living room and told him to stand in front of the girls and wiggle his hips for them.

That was the day I was going to get the boys to orally stimulate each other. I had to do it through the power of suggestion as I didn’t want them telling their mother I made them do it. I thought I’d start with something a bit easier.

“Haven’t you girls seen little boys’ penises before?”

Surprisingly, of the three guests, two had not. “How many of you have ever felt a boy’s penis?” Cassie was the only one to raise her hand. “Would you like to feel them?”

Boy were they timid. Finally, one of them acknowledged she would like to feel one. I thought I’d have some fun and really embarrass the boys. “Okay, Honey, which one would you like to feel?” She pointed at Timmy. “Timmy come over here and let her feel your penis.”

He was beside himself and stopped just short of complete refusal. I remind him I had the belt and the permission to use it. He truly was embarrassed as tears welled up in his blue eyes. “Oh stop, she’s not going to hurt you she just wants to know what your penis feels like. She doesn’t have one so she has to feel yours.”

After that one played with Timmy’s stiffie and felt his ball sack, the other three quickly got into line. I explained the various parts of his equipment and taught the girls proper terms. Once the finished, I told the whole group to go outside. It was too nice of a day to be in the house. Timmy and Brad’s worlds were rocked when I told them to go outside as well. After a brief argument they headed to the back door. “Oh, no boys. I want you in the front yard where I can see you from the living room.”

Another argument arose from Timmy. It was then I decided I was probably going to try my hand with the belt before the day was out. Just one more insolent remark and his ass was mine. With the roll he was on that day such an event was a given. I’d be sure his mother and father knew about it so he’d get another one. They went out with their penis hard as a rock and bouncing. “And, I better not see either of you covering up!”

Tina arrived back home shortly thereafter and she too had brought a friend with her.

I gotta go. The Patrick my own eleven-year-old son is naked and his ten-year-old sister is hollering to me. Apparently, one of her friends wants to see her naked brother. Guess he’s locked himself in his room to avoid the girls’ playtime. What’s in store for him? Definitely forcing him out of his room, making him go outside in front of everyone who might come by, and maybe a firm corrective remark from me. With luck, he’ll argue with me and I’ll get to take a belt to him. The girls would definitely like watching that. He knows better. Even though it annoys him, Tina’s friends can see and feel whatever, whenever.

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