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TV Guide
(mc MF Mdom nc in)
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by The Sinner
sinner@subdimension.com
NOTE: This story and others by the author may be found at the author's
home page: <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sinner/www>.
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DISCLAIMER
The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity
and is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If depictions
of sexual acts offend you, please stop reading now. If you are under
the legal age to read this sort of stuff in your area, go do something
worthwhile and stop polluting your mind with this crap. Finally, some
of the things depicted in this story are dangerous or unethical;
please don't try this at home.
For whatever it's worth, this work is copyright (C) 2000 by The
Sinner. You're welcome to download it for your own enjoyment. You're
welcome to repost it to any newsgroup or on any website as long as you
include the entire work without any alteration (including the author's
byline and these fun little paragraphs at the beginning). If you do
repost it, I'd appreciate it if you let me know about it; I like to
know where my stories get to. Hell, even if you only read it yourself
and enjoy it I'd still like to hear from you.
I'd like to thank Cal O'Shaw for the feedback he provided during the
writing of this story, as well as for suggesting the title.
Chapter One
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Alex sighed inaudibly as his sister entered the living room.
Her red hair fell in glistening curls over the tan skin of her
shoulders. A tight blue sweater showed off her shapely breasts, while
the black miniskirt hugged sleek legs that balanced expertly on shiny
black pumps. Alex felt his young cock stirring at the sight. Damn,
she was hot.
And she knew it, too. Her thick, ruby-red lips turned upward
in a sneer as she caught him leering. "Get a good look now, Alex. No
girl's ever gonna dress up like this for you."
Alex looked away, his face burning in shame. Katrina
snickered rudely at his discomfort as she took a seat on the couch
across from him. "I feel so sorry for you, Alex. All that pent-up
horniness, and you're never going to get laid. You're going to spend
the evening jacking off again, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not," Alex replied lamely. It didn't even sound true
to him, so there was no way Katrina was going to believe him.
Especially not after she'd caught him in his room a few months ago,
masturbating in front of his computer.
"Oh, come on, little brother, don't try to deny it." The
sneer left her face, to be replaced by a mischievous grin. "Tell you
what. Just for the sake of charity, I'll help you get started. If
you pull that cock out right now and show it to me, I'll show you my
boobs."
She was teasing him. There was no way she'd go through with
it. Alex sighed and turned away, looking at the floor, too embarrassed
to get up and leave. His cock was incredibly stiff.
"Come on, little brother. This is the only chance you'll ever
have to see a great pair of tits without paying for it. Just pull out
the old dick and let me see it. Or are you afraid?" she taunted.
Alex's cheeks burned. He turned back to look at his older
sister. "No."
"Come on, Alex. What's the matter? Am I not as pretty as
your little computer-sluts?" Alex's shame burned anew. He'd known
she would bring this up. She teased him about it constantly. "Are
they hotter than your big sister?" Katrina taunted.
Alex's eyes involuntarily flickered down her voluptuous body.
The truth was that Katrina's sixteen-year-old body was the equal of
anything Alex had seen on a computer screen. Her shapely legs, her
taut ass, her round, firm tits... Alex thought about the chance to
see those tits. His hand moved to the snap on his jeans.
"There you go, brother," Katrina encouraged.
He undid the snap and began to unzip his fly. Katrina's
eyebrow arched in surprise. Alex found himself pleased. He was
finally calling her bluff. He pushed his jeans and underwear down and
his cock sprang free, standing upright with the most powerful erection
he'd ever experienced. Katrina gasped and her mouth made an "o" of
surprise. Alex grinned.
But his victory proved hollow as Katrina collapsed into
laughter. "That's your prick? It's so tiny!" She doubled over in
mirth as Alex felt his exuberance of a moment before fade into the
familiar misery of defeat. Katrina continued to laugh. "Well, I
suppose it's just as well. It's not like any woman will ever get a
chance to be disappointed by it!"
Just then the bleating of a car horn was heard outside.
Katrina jumped up off the couch. "Well, I gotta go. There's my
date. Have fun stroking your toothpick, little brother." She grabbed
her purse off the dining room table as she hurried out of the house.
Alex looked down at his rapidly deflating erection. He'd
never realized he was so inadequate. He slumped his head in misery as
he heard the door slam behind Katrina.
Upon reflection, Alex decided that the diminutive size of his
prick was hardly any surprise. His whole body was scrawny and
underdeveloped. At fourteen years of age, he was a mere four feet ten
inches tall, weighing just ninety pounds. His skinny frame guaranteed
that girls never looked at him. Katrina's harsh words about his
unattractiveness had hurt because Alex knew them to be true.
Alex's physical frailty seemed undeserved. His father had
been a professional football player. At forty-three, Greg Young, the
two-time all-pro linebacker, was still well-muscled and handsome. His
first wife, Alex's mother Doris, had been an Olympic swimmer and had
kept her lithe figure until her untimely death two years earlier.
Their first child, Katrina, had inherited her mother's good
looks, although where the mother's hair had been blond, the daughter's
was a fiery red (a product of her father's Irish heritage), and her
body tended toward the voluptuous where her mother's was more
athletic. Like her father, Katrina was prettier than she was smart,
scraping by in her classes while climbing the high school social
ladder by cheerleading and dating the captain of the football team.
Alex, on the other hand, was an anomaly. He had inherited
neither athletic prowess nor physical attractiveness from his parents.
After a disastrous season of peewee football when Alex was ten, his
father had finally accepted the fact that his son was not going to be
enshrined someday in the hall of fame in Cleveland. Unfortunately,
that hadn't stopped him from forcing Alex to try a dozen other sports,
from basketball to ice hockey to lacrosse. Each had been a piece of
hell for Alex. Finally, after four years of this, Greg had come to
accept that his his son was not going to be a household name in any
sport, and had stopped trying to force the issue. Alex knew that in
his father's eyes, he was a failure.
If his deficiencies didn't seem to come from his parents,
neither did his one great strength: his brain. Alex's intelligence
had been certified by a series of school counselors as genius-level.
He'd taught himself how to program a computer by age ten, and in so
doing had discovered the one true love of his life. The family had
been well off, thanks to Greg's football career, and where Katrina had
an expensive car to drive to school and a closet full of fancy
clothes, Alex had a modern, high-powered computer in his bedroom. His
father told himself he was encouraging his son's gift. The reality
was that the computer was simply an excuse for poor parenting; a way
of throwing money at his son rather than trying to understand him.
Doris had been the only member of the family that had ever really
cared for Alex.
The computer at least entertained Alex. He got up off the
couch and went back into his bedroom, sitting himself down in front of
the machine. As long as he had his fly unzipped, he figured, he might
as well jack off now. And he was getting horny again; with his sister
gone, the shame that had suppressed his libido was rapidly fading.
He pulled up a picture-viewer and began stepping through the
hoard of pornographic pictures he'd downloaded off the internet. The
pictures flashed up one by one: classy-looking women bedecked in
pearls and lace, trashy-looking women in plastic and spandex. They
were all pretty. But in his eyes, none of them was as pretty as
Katrina.
Damn! And he'd never even seen her topless. Now that the
moment was past, he realized that even if her boyfriend hadn't shown
up at an inappropriate moment, she probably wouldn't have shown him
her tits anyway. The thought of seeing his sister's body consumed
him. He stepped through the pictures faster. Maybe one of them would
look enough like Katrina that he could make do. Or maybe...
Well, why not?
Alex hopped up and ran down the hall to his father and
stepmother's bedroom. He snatched up the picture of Katrina that
stood on their dresser next to his own picture and ran back to his
room with it. Excited, he removed the large color glossy from its
frame and slapped it down on the face of his full-page color scanner.
A few mouseclicks brought up some high-powered photo-editing
software. The scanner hummed a bit and the picture of Katrina's face
popped up in a window next to the picture viewer. The scan was
excellent. The picture was only a couple of months old, having been
taken at the school's annual picture-taking day in September. Katrina
was almost as gorgeous in the picture as she was in real life.
Fighting his erection, Alex began paging through the porn
pictures. Several minutes and about a hundred pictures later, he
found what he was looking for. The picture depicted a busty,
raven-haired bimbo cupping one melon-sized tit for the camera while
spreading her pussy open with her free hand. With growing excitement,
Alex tabbed the scissor icon from the photo-editor and used it to cut
Katrina's face out of the portrait. He then scaled his sister's face
down to match the size of the bimbo's face, and pasted it in on top.
The result was a picture that seemed to depict Katrina in a
lascivious pose, offering herself sexually to the viewer. The effect
was crude, to be sure, especially due to the fact that the woman had
black hair where Katrina's was red, but Alex's imagination was capable
of smoothing over the rough edges.
No longer able to restrain himself, Alex pumped furiously at
his cock. In some small way, he felt like he was avenging his
humiliation at Katrina's hands. Take that, bitch, he thought. I can
jack off to your body any time I want.
"Okay, kids, we're leaving," Tiffany announced as she opened
the door and stepped out.
"Bye, Tiffany. Bye, dad," Katrina called from her bedroom.
Greg had been remarried for only a year, and neither of the kids
called his second wife "mom" or any other maternal title. In Alex's
case, it was due to resentment over his mother's death. In Katrina's
case it was probably because the blonde cheerleader was only about six
years older than she was.
"Bye, honey," Greg responded as he followed his wife out the
door. He paused to look back once at Alex. "You do as your sister
says while we're gone, understand?"
Alex nodded meekly. "Yes, sir."
His father grunted with approval as he turned and left. It
humiliated Alex that his father thought him incapable of even behaving
himself while they were gone. He was fourteen, after all. He didn't
need Katrina babysitting him.
Katrina strode out into the kitchen, fixing her earrings as
she went to the phone. "Eric's coming over after _Hagen's Brook_ is
over, squirt. I expect you to be scarce. Understand? Or I'll make
sure Dad and Tiffany know about showing me your prick. Got it?"
Alex knew better than to protest. Katrina was the favorite
child; he was the disappointment. Regardless of the facts of the
matter, Greg would believe anything Katrina told him. She'd already
demonstrated this several times, making up stories about Alex
misbehaving simply to get back at him for things he'd done to
displease her. Katrina held the upper hand, and Alex knew that he'd
better do what she wanted. "Fine," he muttered, trying to put enough
surliness into his tone to maintain some dignity, without going
overboard and angering his sister.
"Good," she replied. "You just go back to your room and jack
off with your computer, and everything will be just fine." Alex
glared at her back as she walked into the living room. But the glare
soon turned into a fascinated gaze as he watched her skirt-covered ass
swing enticingly back and forth. God, she was hot.
Alex poured himself a glass of milk to take to his room as he
heard the anguished dialogue of talentless teen actors emanating from
the living room. The show, _Hagen's Brook_, was one of Katrina's
favorites. Her interests lay primarily in cheesepuff dramas about
beautiful teenage kids. Alex found that sort of stuff revolting, but
his sister lapped it up.
It almost seemed to Alex sometimes that Katrina's life was
just an attempt to emulate what she saw on TV. His sister was
obsessed with her own appearance, constantly primping herself and
freshening her makeup. Even when she was at home, she constantly
strove to maintain that air of fashion-model perfection, even to the
point of always making sure her hair fell smoothly across her
shoulders, or always keeping her lips pursed exactly so.
In addition, she was also constantly concerned with her social
standing at school. Her current relationship with the captain of the
school football team seemed to be based not so much on any personal
attraction as on the fact that he _was_ the captain of the football
team. And she spent hours on the phone, gossiping constantly about
the social scene at her school, verbally dissecting the finest details
of who was dating who, who was angry at who, who was wearing what, and
all manner of minutiae that Alex found utterly meaningless.
The whole effect seemed to be that Katrina wanted to behave
like the characters in TV shows she watched. She wanted to be
beautiful, she wanted to be popular, and she wanted to have a
fascinating life. Like the TV shows were programming her or
something.
The show was almost over, which meant that Katrina's
neanderthal boyfriend would be arriving soon. Alex got his milk and
walked back to his bedroom. Even had Katrina not threatened him, he
really had no desire to expose himself to Eric's presence.
Closing the door to his room behind him, Alex fired up his
computer and sat down. He heard the faint sound of Eric's car pulling
up in the driveway. Well, at least he had a few hours alone. There
was a new software package he wanted to try.
The program was called FaceMaker. It was a high-end graphics
rendering tool designed to create realistic simulations of human
faces. Alex had gotten it mail-order on Greg's credit card for about
five hundred dollars. His father and stepmother were willing to pay
for his computer hobby as long as it didn't get too expensive.
Alex booted up the program and began investigating. It seemed
to allow the user to scan a photograph of a face into the computer,
specify a few key points, and then animate the face. The face could
talk, smile, frown, or show any of a large number of emotions. Quite
interesting. Alex played around with the demos included before moving
on to the reason he'd bought the package.
Two weeks ago, when he'd scanned the picture of his sister's
face and pasted it onto the picture of a nude woman, he'd opened up a
whole new world of excitement. He'd pasted his sister's face into
over a dozen pictures, enjoying the effect each time.
But the technique was limited in its usefulness. For one
thing, it only looked realistic with a very small number of pictures.
The woman in the picture had to be facing straight toward the camera,
and the lighting in the rest of the picture had to be just right in
order for the composite to look realistic.
Also, Katrina's face was always smiling prettily. It was a
gorgeous smile, but when the body it sat on was offering itself
lasciviously to the camera, the sweet smile seemed rather
inappropriate.
Alex loaded up the picture of his sister's face and went to
work. A few clicks of the mouse identified critical areas for the
program -- eyes, lips, nose, chin. And then Alex clicked on a button,
and his sister's angelic smile turned into a childish pout. He almost
laughed at the effect. Smiling, he clicked again. Now she was
pursing her lips at the camera, eyelids hooded sultrily. Another
click and her tongue was running across her upper lip. God damn, she
looked hot like that.
Through the wall, he could hear Eric's futile attempts to get
Katrina to have sex with him. But Alex knew she wouldn't, because all
the good little high school princesses on TV didn't let their
boyfriends fuck them unless it was a very special moment. Alex
chuckled at Eric's pleas. Too bad for Eric that Katrina had been
programmed for chastity by those teen dramas. If Katrina had
developed a taste for porn, Eric would be a happy camper right now.
Katrina was defined by the TV she watched.
A thought struck Alex, causing him to sit bolt upright. If
Katrina was defined by the TV she watched, could he... It seemed
ludicrous on the face of it, but he rolled the thought around in his
brain. It would require a few new pieces of hardware, and some
high-powered software. He'd also have to do some programming himself.
But there didn't seem to be anything really impossible about the idea.
Could he really reprogram his sister?
He sure as hell had to try.
Alex leaned back, smiling contentedly, as the program he had
just finished hummed happily along. Another program, running
simultaneously, was showing a frame-by-frame breakdown of the video
output. The program showed a series of images from "Sixty Minutes."
Every sixtieth image, however, was something different -- a photograph
of a buxom blond-haired porn queen gazing lasciviously at the viewer.
It had taken him a few days to get his new program running properly,
but the effect was now just what he wanted.
After his brainstorm a week ago, Alex had gone to the local
electronics store to pick up the gear he needed -- a high-powered
video card for his PC, and several feet of matching cable. The video
card worked with some coding and decoding software he'd downloaded off
the internet.
The Young family TV was connected to one of the new digital
satellite dishes, a small unit that sat on top of their house. The
cable from the dish carried signals from the satellite to a box on top
of the living room television, which then picked out the appropriate
channel for display.
Alex's computer, however, had now been surreptitiously
inserted into this chain. Thanks to a well-hidden hole Alex had
drilled from one corner of the living room into his bedroom, the
signals from the satellite dish now went to his computer first, where
they were decoded by the video board.
That was where Alex's new program came in. The program
monitored the incoming programming, looking at which programs were
being aired on the various channels. When the program being aired was
one of Katrina's teen dramas -- _Hagen's Brook_, _Richfield High_,
_Daytona Shores_, etc. -- the program would remove one frame out of
every sixty and insert an image of Alex's choosing in its place.
The effect would be unnoticeable to the conscious mind of the
viewer. The television displayed sixty frames per second, so the
inserted image would only show as a brief flicker -- far too brief to
register on a viewer's conscious mind. But her subconscious would
notice, and would, in fact, be affected by it. Alex hoped the effect
would be strong enough to achieve some interesting results. Putting
the pouting blonde into Sixty Minutes was just a test, of course.
After the images were inserted, the whole stream of video was
sent back to the video card, which then recoded it and funneled it to
the box on top of the TV. No one but Alex would know what had
happened. And since the program could access the scheduling
information the satellite dish received, it could automatically start
functioning when any of the specified programs came on. Alex just had
to specify which programs he wanted modified, and supply the images to
be used.
And making the images was going to be the fun part. Alex
fired up FaceMaker and loaded Katrina's face into the program. He
clicked on an icon, and watched as his sister pursed her lips at the
camera, eyelids hooded sultrily. Another click and her tongue was
running across her upper lip. That was more what he wanted. He
pulled up a photo of a busty redhead thrusting her bare boobs proudly
at the camera. It took him a few minutes of fiddling with lighting
angles and viewpoints on the face program, but eventually he had a
decent match. With a bit more work, he was able to transplant
Katrina's modified face to the nudie picture.
Alex sat back and examined the result. It was still a bit
crude -- the face was quite literally rough around the edges. But it
would pass casual inspection, and it was certainly good enough to be
used for subliminal suggestion. For the most part, it looked like his
sister was lewdly proffering her tits to the viewer. He was pleased.
Now that he had the technique down, he realized he was going
to have to put some thought into what to do with it. He'd done a
little bit of research in the school library on subliminal suggestion
techniques. In the course of this, he'd learned that the most
effective methods were those that combined a visual image with a
textual message. It had something to do with influencing both the
language center and the vision center of the brain at the same time.
Stimulating both at the same time was, in theory, dramatically more
effective than stimulating either one alone.
So it would be best to combine text with pictures. But what
was he going to try to do? Getting Katrina to fuck him straight off
the bat was probably out of the question. Best to start small. His
gaze drifted to the picture he'd just constructed, the one of Katrina
baring her breasts. Well, why not?
He pulled up a text editor and began to brainstorm. "I like
my tits," he wrote. Hmmm. "I want men to talk about my big jugs."
That was another good one. "I love to show off my big hooters."
His mind raced, and his fingers struggled to keep up.
Katrina stretched as she rose off the couch, using the remote
control to turn off the closing credits of _Richfield High_. It had
been a fairly interesting episode, but it had left her feeling a
bit... odd. It was nothing she could put a finger on, but for some
reason she felt strangely conscious of her breasts. In fact, she'd
felt the same effect the last several times she'd watched TV.
It was ten o'clock, and she knew she should really be getting
to bed. She needed to get a full eight hours of sleep to look her
best. And she had cheerleading practice tomorrow, so she'd have to
spend extra time on her appearance.
She yawned as she walked to her bathroom. Katrina was quite
proud of the fact that she had her own bathroom. She'd spent most of
her life sharing a bathroom with Alex, but she'd finally been able to
convince her parents that a girl with her social obligations (she
_was_ a cheerleader, after all!) really needed her own bathroom, and
they'd had a new one put in just last year.
Katrina washed her face, looking at herself in the mirror.
Her gaze was drawn to her cleavage. The low-necked T-shirt she wore
clung tightly to her ample bosom. Her eyes traced the curves of the
shirt, examining the size and shape of each breast. It occurred to her
that she had a nice set of boobs. Sure, she'd always been pleased
with her chest, but she'd never found it so... interesting... before.
She straightened up and pulled the shirt off over her head,
leaving only the white cotton bra covering her breasts. There they
were, firm and round. It was a shame, she thought, that she didn't
get to show them off much. They were a fine pair of knockers. Men,
she thought, would go crazy over jugs like hers.
Jugs. Yeah, jugs. Men called them jugs. If she had a chance
to show them off, men would talk about what nice jugs she had. The
thought was exciting. She brought her hands up to cup her hooters.
Hooters, yeah. That was another good name for them. She could
picture men talking behind her back about what a nice set of hooters
Katrina Young had.
Leaning forward, Katrina thrust her chest at the mirror. Her
tongue slid out of her mouth and ran along her upper lip as she cupped
her tits. Tits. Oh, yeah, they were fine tits. That was what the
men would call them. Katrina swooned at the thought. Nice tits,
babe, they'd say. She reached one hand out to the counter to steady
herself as a wave of arousal swept over her. God, if only she could
show them to someone.
Well, there was someone she could show them to. Someone she
_should_ show them to. Could she? Could she show her tits to her
brother?
She swooned again as the word "tits" passed through her mind.
She _had_ to. Katrina fought to calm her breathing as she pulled the
shirt back down over her torso. Yeah, she really owed it to Alex.
She had, after all, said she would show him her boobs if he'd show her
his prick. And he'd kept up his end of the bargain. Not keeping up
her end of the deal was really a shitty thing for a big sister to do.
And, she reflected, she'd been pretty shitty to Alex recently. Of
course, she never should have made that deal. But now that she had,
the only thing for it was to keep up her end of the bargain. Yes, she
really had no choice.
She left the bathroom and strode down the hall to Alex's room.
Alex closed up his History book, figuring he knew as much as
he was going to know, and that any more studying wouldn't help him.
He hated history. It wasn't like math or science, both of which came
easily to him. History, like English, was a lot of work. A lot of
reading and memorizing. He was about to get ready for bed when he
heard a knock at his door. "Come in," he said. He was quite
surprised to see Katrina walk in. Katrina _never_ came to his room.
It seemed almost beneath her to be here.
"Hi, Alex," she said softly. It wasn't her usual tone.
Jesus. Did that mean that the subliminal messages had worked? He'd
inserted a few messages telling her to be nicer to him, hoping that
they might make his day-to-day life easier. Could it be that it had
actually worked?
"Hi, Katrina," he responded, as casually as possible.
"Uh... what's up?"
She bit one lip in seeming apprehension. "Well, I was
thinking about the deal I made with you a few weeks ago, the one I
broke. You know?" She didn't pause for an answer, but blurted on,
"Anyway, I thought I should make it up to you. So..." Again, before
Alex could react, she crossed her arms over her chest, gripped the
bottom of her shirt, and pulled the shirt up over her head.
Alex's jaw dropped as Katrina's magnificent boobs came into
view. He'd seen them before, of course, when Katrina made use of the
family pool. But this... this was different. She'd taken her shirt
off just for him, and now all that stood between those magnificent
jugs and his eyes was a thin white bra.
Katrina shook her hair free of the shirt and looked at him
nervously. She reached behind her and worked her arms. Alex stared
even more incredulously as she timidly pulled the bra forward off her
chest, leaving her tits fully exposed.
Now _this_ he'd never seen before. Katrina's breasts lay
fully exposed before his eyes, the full, round mammaries topped by
soft brown areolae and pert little nipples. Alex had seen hundreds,
even thousands of bare breasts on his computer screen, but these were
the first he'd seen for real. And they were the most beautiful pair
of tits he'd ever seen.
And more importantly, these breasts meant that it worked! His
scheme was actually working, influencing Katrina to do things she
wouldn't normally do. His mind spun as he thought of the
possibilities. What were the limits? He was going to have to find
out. Maybe next he should see if she'd show him her pussy. Or maybe
even let him touch it...
"So what do you think, huh?" Katrina asked, startling Alex out
of his reverie. Jesus, here he'd been so busy thinking about what he
was going to do with his new power that he'd almost forgotten there
was a gorgeous girl standing in front of him topless.
"Uh... well..." His mind raced. What had he put in the
messages? "That's... that's a f-fabulous pair of tits, Katrina."
Her eyes closed and she groaned softly, her body sagging
against the door frame. Alex's eyes widened in amazement. Had his
words really had that effect on her? The programming couldn't have
worked _that_ well, could it?
Against his better judgment, he pushed his luck. "I mean,
those are really great jugs you have there, sis."
She moaned again, louder this time, stumbling as she
momentarily lost her footing. Jesus, it was amazing. The bitch was
practically getting off on what he was saying.
"I doubt there's another girl at our school with a rack like
yours," he added.
She gasped, her back arching. "Th-thank you, Alex," she
panted. "I... I have to get to bed." She turned and ran from the
room.
Alex sighed. Ah, well. He would've preferred to spend some
more time looking at those breasts. But then, it had been fun
discovering just how well the programming had taken. He shut the door
before sitting down at his computer and pulling up the current series
of subliminal images.
There was a series of a dozen composite pictures depicting
Katrina baring her chest to the camera. And then there was an equal
number of plain text messages -- simple red letters on a green
background. He'd refined them since his brainstorming session. The
first one read "I like it when men look at my tits." The next one was
similar: "I'm proud of my beautiful boobs, and I wish I could show
them off." This was followed by "I wish men would notice my fine
jugs," and "I get hot thinking about men admiring my tits." The last
couple were a bit different: "I really should try to be nicer to
Alex," and "I need to keep my promises to Alex."
Alex grinned as he reread them. They seemed to have worked
perfectly. The question, of course, was what to do next.
Katrina slammed her bedroom door and jumped onto her bed. She
hadn't bothered to replace her T-shirt as she ran down the hall. God,
she felt so _horny_. She lay on her back, one hand slipping quickly
between her legs to her sex, while the other cupped cupped her
beautiful tits.
Tits. Yes, fabulous, gorgeous, mouth-watering tits.
Knockers. Boobs. Jugs. Oh, God! Her hand worked furiously between
her legs as she pinched one erect nipple, then another. She'd
masturbated before, but it had never been like this.
It wasn't long before she came, her back arching as she gasped
in sweet release, a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her tits were
so sexy! She continued to fondle them as the orgasm passed over her,
her hands kneading and cupping the soft flesh of her wonderful tits.
She'd really have to do a better job of getting them noticed.
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The Sinner
Amateur author of erotic fiction
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sinner/www/
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