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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Rick's Story - A TYTC Sequel" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, ped, nc]
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
Rick's Story - A TYTC Sequel by - The StoryMaster Contributing Editor -
Don D.
For as long as he could remember, Rick Adams had been enamored with
members of the "fairer sex". His earliest childhood memories were of his
relationship with his sister, Vanessa.
Rick had just turned eleven years old, and Vanessa was ten when he first
proposed to the pretty little blond that they should play some new games.
Rick was well endowed, even as a child, and Vanessa was naturally curious.
It's no wonder then that an experimental relationship developed.
At first their games were of the "You show me yours, and I'll show you
mine," variety; Quid Pro Quo. Then as time went on, Rick found that he
wanted more. He wanted very much to touch Vanessa. The little girl, of
course, didn't want any part of that, so Rick had to be content just to
look. All of his waking thoughts, however, went toward trying to devise a
way to convince his sister to let him have his way with her, but no matter
how much he pleaded with Vanessa, she would not allow it.
To make matters worse, Vanessa, now eleven years old, seemed to be
losing interest in their special games. More and more often she came up
with excuses not to cooperate. Then one fateful day Vanessa informed Rick
that her friends at school had told her a few things, and now she wasn't
too sure that they should be playing around the way they'd been doing,
being brother and sister and all. For Rick, a knife in the heart couldn't
have stung more.
The next couple of months were fraught with frustration for young Rick
Adams. He was now a little over twelve years old, and his juices were
beginning to flow. Vanessa became more attractive than ever to Rick.
Visions of her nubile nakedness filled his thoughts and gave him no peace.
On more than one occasion, he propositioned his pretty kid sister, pleading
and bargaining, seeking to gain her favor, but Vanessa rebuffed his every
attempt and refused his every offer. "Why wouldn't she be reasonable? All
he wanted to do was look." Rick Adams began to strongly resent his sister's
refusals as his desperation mounted.
It was during this time that Rick discovered masturbation, and shortly
afterward, orgasm. He was understandably overjoyed. That his own body
could make him feel so incredible, was nothing short of a miracle. And
equally as important, the mysterious bursts of ecstacy granted Rick relief,
even if only temporarily, from the now incessant urges and desires that
seemed to rule his life. For a brief period following those surges of pure
delight, Rick found that he could think clearly again. He was granted
reprieve from the compelling sense of urgency and desperation that obscured
all rational thought. Rick began to formulate a plan of action to deal
with his fickle younger sister.
And true to her gender, Vanessa was indeed fickle. For months, she'd
refused her brother's pleas to spend quality time with her. Then quite
inexplicably, one day the young girl became curious. It happened one
afternoon after school. Rick was in his room, thinking about maybe going
swimming when suddenly, without even a knock, Vanessa entered his bedroom,
closing the door behind her. Something was going on, because she glanced
down the hall, before she shut the door. It was obvious that she had
something on her mind. For the longest time the pretty eleven year old
stood by the door, gazing at Rick thoughtfully.
"What' s up, Sis?" Rick asked tentatively. He noticed that she was
blushing a little. Vanessa didn't answer right away. Rather she hugged
herself and stood twisting her slim body from side to side the way young
girls do when they're agitated. At twelve years old, Rick had not yet
learned to read the signs. As a consequence, he had absolutely no idea
what to expect from his younger sister who was acting decidedly weird.
"Well?" Rick said after a minute or two of awkward silence. He stared
questioningly at Vanessa.
Then, as she continued to squirm nervously from side to side, Vanessa
gave him a little smile that was at the same time both timid and wicked.
It was another of those female "mile markers" that Rick was as yet unable
to decipher. After another prolonged period of vexing silence, at last
Vanessa Adams said in a solicitous manner, "I thought maybe you might want
to..." Then she stopped, leaving her sentence unfinished, and her brother
dangling.
"Wanna what?" Rick asked thickly. He still hadn't put two and two
together, but then again, he was only twelve and a half years old. Most
men spend a lifetime trying to understand women.
Vanessa poked her index finger between her sparkling teeth and blushed
all the hotter. "You know," she said after a moment. "Maybe you and I
could...could. Play around a little." She was red as a beet now, and
refused to look Rick in the eye.
Rick couldn't believe his ears as it finally dawned upon him what his
kid sister was hinting at. "You mean you want to....?" Now he let a
sentence go unfinished, he was so flabbergasted. Vanessa instantly nodded
her head a little too enthusiastically. "Well... what? I mean, where do
you...? I mean where?" Rick stammered. He was both astounded and very
excited.
"How about right here," Vanessa quickly responded. "I mean, Dad's still
at work, and Mom just left for the grocery store. She'll be gone for an
hour, at least."
Rick was so astonished by this unexpected turn of events that he stood
for several moments, unable to put two complete thoughts together.
"Well?" his sister prodded, with that funny half wicked smile.
"Uh... yeah. OK, sure thing. Why not," Rick said at last. Then with
a nervous smile of his own he asked, "Do you want to go first, or me?"
Taking the lead, Vanessa suggested, "Let's do it together." She kicked
off one of her school loafers, and smiled at her brother.
Rick practically fell on his ass while trying to wrestle his running
shoes off without first untying the laces. Vanessa laughed nervously and
began to unbutton her white cotton blouse. Rick's mouth was starting to
get very dry as he peeled his tee shirt over his head. It had been a long
time since his sister had agreed to play their special game, so Rick was
caught off guard and stunned when Vanessa tugged the tails of her blouse
out of her skirt and slipped her arms from the sleeves. She turned and
hung the blouse over a nearby chair. When she turned back, she saw that
her older brother was staring at her.
"What?" Vanessa asked a little self-consciously.
Rick was momentarily dumbfounded, but at last he found his voice. "When
did you start wearing.... you know?" He felt the blood rush to his cheeks.
"A bra?" Vanessa replied with a smile. "Last month. Mom got it for
me." Then she added proudly, "I'm almost twelve, you know!"
Rick was at a loss for words. The first glimpse of his kid sister's
training bra really got his heart going. He started to fumble with the top
button of his blue jeans. Vanessa stared at her brother for a few seconds
before she reached for the side zipper of her khaki skirt.
When Rick next looked up his beautiful "almost twelve" year old sister
was standing before him wearing only her little training brassiere and a
pair of brief cotton panties. Rick was in the process of tugging his jeans
down and froze at the sight of her. He was bent at the waist so his
semi-naked sister couldn't see his raging erection that instantly sprang
up. It was Rick's turn to blush, though, when after kicking his feet out of
his pant legs, he stood upright and faced Vanessa. He saw her eyes grow
wide, and he knew exactly what she was staring at. Rick shrugged and
grinned sheepishly. "You ready?" he asked moving his hands to the waist
band of his Jockey shorts. Vanessa smiled a bit timidly and nodded.
Moments later, the two siblings stood facing each other, and judging
from the rapt expressions on their faces, they were both excited by what
they saw. Vanessa was the first to break the silence. "It... it's gotten
bigger, hasn't it?" She smiled at up her big brother.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so," Rick replied sheepishly. Then he asked, "What
about your...?" he nodded toward his sister.
"Huh? Oh yeah," Vanessa said blushing hotly. Then with deft fingers
she quickly unfastened the little bra and slipped out of the shoulder
straps.
"You look great," Rick offered shyly after a period of silence where
brother and sister each studied the other's anatomy. Vanessa blushed once
more. She'd certainly matured since the last time Rick had seen her naked.
His kid sister was growing up. Her tummy was flatter and her waist
narrower. Her once boyish hips now described enticing curves. The small
cotton brassiere hadn't covered much, but Rick was pleased to see two small
conical protuberances blossoming from Vanessa's previously flat chest, and
her dark pink areolae had grown to the size of quarters. Rick's visual
inspection of his younger sister ended at the juncture of her thighs. Even
as a young child, Vanessa had been a rather plump little girl, but now,
what Rick beheld between his sister's slim legs was nothing short of
breathtaking. Still devoid of pubic hair, Vanessa Adams had marvelously
robust labia majora which pressed tightly together so as not to reveal even
the slightest hint of the treasures that lay behind those luscious, fleshy
gates.
So entranced by his sister's loveliness was Rick, that she startled him
when she moved two steps closer. "It really is a lot bigger," Vanessa said
in an attempt to get her older brother's attention. She inched closer
still. "Helloooo," she said facetiously when he continued to stare at her
"down there".
"Huh? Wha...?" Rick said hoarsely as if coming out of a trance.
"I said. It really has gotten bigger," Vanessa nodded toward her
brother's considerable example of manhood for a twelve year old boy. Her
voice had an odd husky quality to it that Rick had never heard before.
Rick started to say something, but realized he couldn't think clearly.
His heart was pounding, and he felt mildly dizzy. Then suddenly he
realized how close to him Vanessa was standing. While he'd stood in a near
coma, she'd moved right in front of him. Rick looked up bashfully into her
big brown eyes.
Vanessa's next remark was so totally unanticipated that Rick thought he
was dreaming. "Mind if I touch it?" his beautiful pre-pubescent sister
asked both shyly and slyly.
Rick didn't discover that his mouth was hanging wide open until he felt
his kid sister's small warm hand close around his girth. He stared
downward almost drunkenly. "It's so hard and hot," Vanessa whispered in an
awed little voice.
"Uhhh... Yeah," Rick stammered. Then he looked up into his sister's
eyes and slowly raised his hand toward her budding chest.
"Uh..uh," Vanessa said, shaking her head.
"But..." Rick protested.
Vanessa didn't answer, but instead she squeezed her big brother firmly
in her small hand. Rick quickly forgot about his sister's refusal to allow
him to touch her and groaned with pleasure. She squeezed him again and
again.
After about five minutes, Rick suddenly jerked his hips back, freeing
himself from his sister's grasp. It had been a very close thing. In
another few seconds, Rick was certain he would have made a mess of things.
"W...what's the matter?" Vanessa asked. She'd been enjoying the sense
of power she felt she had over her older brother.
"N...nothing. It's just that..." Rick stammered.
"What?" Vanessa persisted. "Didn't you like me touching it?" She looked
perplexed and miffed. Rick would one day learn that there is no greater
wrath on Earth than that of a spurned female.
"Yeah I.. I don't know, I...." Rick was struggling. He was too
embarrassed to admit to his sister that all he wanted to do at that very
moment was to relieve the pent up sexual pressure in his loins, but for
reasons he could not explain at the time, Rick was reluctant to completely
lose control at the hands of his sister.
Vanessa got dressed in a hurry and left his room in a huff.
At the time, Rick didn't understand at all what had happened that
afternoon in his bedroom. In fact he was mystified for several days, every
time he thought about it.
"Why had Vanessa suddenly become interested in their games again after
refusing his advances for so many months? What had made her so curious,
and why after touching him, the memories of which had been good for many
furious encounters with 'Five Finger Mary'. Why had she then refused to
allow Rick to touch her?"
Rick was thoroughly confused. What he had no way of knowing at his
tender age was that he'd just experienced his first lesson in sexual
extortion at the hands of his sister. As a result, he was not only
confused, but he felt lessened by the experience as well. Vanessa had
instigated the encounter, then she'd gained and maintained control over him
throughout the entire engagement. In retrospect, he felt both used and
cheated.
The conviction which was quietly born that afternoon out of the depths
of young Rick Adams' disappointment would become the pivotal constituent of
his belief system. One that would remain with him always and shape his
very destiny. That afternoon Rick Adams vowed to himself that he would
never again allow his sister to gain control over him. Make no mistake,
Rick loved Vanessa, but he came to believe quite strongly that she had her
place in the grand scheme of things, and he would make it his business to
help her to find that place.
Vanessa Adams had no idea what she'd triggered. About a week after that
memorable day when she'd gone to her brother's room, Rick came to her
begging once again for her favors, or so she thought. Actually the young
man was simply testing the waters. It was the beginning of a plan. In any
case, Vanessa summarily refused his suggestions and pleadings, then reveled
in the sense of power she felt when he subsequently left her room stoop
shouldered and rejected.
Vanessa was at that fascinating age where her femininity was just
beginning to exert itself. Curious urges and unfamiliar longings would
suddenly come over her. Although she rarely resorted to it, the fact was
that should she desire to explore or experiment, her older brother was
certain to cooperate. This gave her great comfort. Any time she wanted,
all she had to do was say the word. Vanessa Adams had everything under
control, or so she thought. At least until the day she found the
photograph and note tucked beneath her pillow.
The photo was printed on paper using an ink-jet printer, and the
resolution was quite good. Vanessa held the 8 1/2 x 11 inch piece of paper
in trembling hands as she stared in utter shock at the thoroughly damaging
image. The photo plainly showed her lying on her bed with her legs spread
widely apart. There could be no doubt as to just exactly what she was
doing there on the bed. In one hand she held a magazine while her other
hand was obviously busy between her legs. Vanessa was clearly
masturbating. Emotions quickly overpowered her conscious thoughts. She
felt faint at first, as she found herself bouncing between fear and rage.
Finally rage won. Vanessa balled up the page angrily and stood, wondering
just exactly what she should do with it. She was afraid that if she threw
it into the trash, someone might find it. If any of her friends ever got
hold of it, Vanessa knew her life would be over.
"Who could have done this?" the young girl thought furiously. Then she
saw the note, lying there unread on her bed.
"Dear Vanessa, I think we should talk." That was all the note said when
she at last opened it and read it. It was unsigned, but Vanessa recognized
the handwriting. It was from her brother.
Rick didn't force himself on his sister as one might imagine. His
approach was much more subtle, and the end results more wide reaching. To
begin with, he made it abundantly clear to the lovely young blond, that he
was now in charge. If at any time she chose not to cooperate, copies of
the photo he'd left for her as well as a few others would instantly find
their way onto the Internet. What began that day was a new relationship
between brother and sister. One in which Rick was the dominant figure, and
his comely sister submissive and accommodating.
Initially, Rick made Vanessa strip for him on command, and surprisingly
after only some very minor complaining the first few times, she cooperated.
Rick thoroughly enjoyed his new found power over his sister, but quickly
concluded that the strip on command routine lacked spontaneity. Rick
therefore began to enter his sister's room randomly and unannounced, in
particular at times when she was either dressing or undressing.
Rick would simply walk in, close the door behind himself then take a
seat on her bed or in a nearby chair to watch while Vanessa went about
selecting the clothes she intended to wear to school that day. This new
approach proved to be far more rewarding for Rick, while at the same time
the experience of having most of her once private activities casually
observed by her older brother was tremendously unsettling for Vanessa.
Rick was quite inventive for a young lad. For example, he thoroughly
shocked his pretty sister one morning when while watching her dress, he
calmly stated that he preferred that she not wear underwear to school that
day. The training bra was OK, but no panties. The pretty blond had been
utterly astounded at his request, as it would be tremendously difficult for
her to make it through an entire day at school without accidentally
exposing herself. She'd argued vehemently, promising her brother all
manner of hinted reward if he would only reconsider, but Rick held his
ground. Several young men consequently developed an entirely new
appreciation of Vanessa Adams that day.
The next surprise came one evening as Vanessa undressed for bed. After
putting on her nightie, the young girl turned and headed for the bathroom.
Much to her consternation, her older brother who as usual sat at the end of
her bed while she changed, hopped up and followed her into the bathroom.
Vanessa didn't notice until she turned to close the door behind her, and
there stood Rick.
"W...what do you want, Rick?" she asked apprehensively. Then, as if he
didn't understand, she explained. "I have to go to the bathroom." When
after a moment of awkward silence her brother made no move to leave,
Vanessa put her hands on her hips and in an adamant and mildly aggravated
tone of voice said, "Do you mind, Rick. This is private."
For a long time, Rick didn't respond to his sister's reprimand. Then at
last he said quite succinctly, "Nothing you do is private anymore,
Vanessa." He gazed cooly at the astonished blond. Without waiting for an
argument from her, Rick ordered Vanessa to sit down and go about her
business. When she opened her mouth to rebut him further, Rick simply
pointed toward the toilet, and waited.
At last the young girl stepped over to the commode, pulled her panties
down beneath her nightie and started to sit.
Rick knew exactly what she was up to. He was beginning to have an
uncanny way of anticipation his sister's thoughts and actions. She fully
intended to sit on the toilet with her long flannel night gown covering her
legs to protect her modesty.
"Wait just a minute, young lady," he said, addressing her rather
formally, like he was in the habit of doing now whenever the two of them
were alone together. Vanessa looked up at him warily from her
half-crouched position. "Pull that nightie up so I can see," Rick ordered.
"But Riiiickkkk," she whined like a little girl.
"Do it, Vanessa!" was her brother's instantaneous response.
While her older brother looked on approvingly, the trickling sounds
began. The pretty eleven year old sat blushing hotly, holding her flannel
nightie up above her tummy like she'd been instructed. To her dismay, when
Vanessa was only half finished, Rick made her spread her knees apart so
that he could peer between them. Vanessa had never been so embarrassed in
all her life.
From that day forward, Vanessa Adams had very little privacy. Rick was
always there to watch her dress and bath. She was expected to inform her
big brother whenever she needed to use the bathroom, so that he could
observe if he so chose.
Ironically, although Rick didn't realize it at the time, he'd
intuitively stumbled upon a rudimentary program of conditioning for his kid
sister, and what's more, he was getting results. Vanessa very rarely
complained about his presence during her private activities. In fact,
she'd actually become accustomed to her brother being with her all the
time. All in all, it was proving to be a most satisfactory arrangement.
Oddly enough, as much as Rick had wanted in the past to touch Vanessa,
he still had not done so even several months into their relationship. He
found that he derived pleasure from watching his sister go about her daily
routines and toiletries with the full knowledge that he would be present
and in control.
Rick encouraged Vanessa to touch him fairly regularly. From the very
first time she'd held him in his bedroom so many months ago, Rick knew that
his kid sister had a natural talent. And although he was young and
inexperienced himself, with the help of some reference material he'd
collected from some magazines as well as some playful experimentation, Rick
was able to slowly teach his young sister to please him without protest.
He showed her how to hold him, where to squeeze and where not to. He
instructed Vanessa to coddle his testicles with her free hand while she
stroked him with the other. He'd seen this technique demonstrated in one
of his magazines and was pleased to find just how good it felt to have his
pretty sister hold his constricted scrotum in her warm palm while she went
about her assigned tasks.
Vanessa was an adept student and quickly picked up on everything her big
brother taught her. Thus, in addition to Rick's constant presence in what
used to be her private life, the young lady was given regular duties to
perform every day.
Twice a day at least, and more often at times, Vanessa was called upon
by her brother to tend to his needs. These requests, coupled with her
observed dressing and toiletry activities, kept Vanessa very busy. Control
over her daily schedule slowly passed from her to her older brother.
In spite of his seeming power and control over his pretty sister, Rick
wasn't certain just how far she would be willing to go. He still held the
threat of exposure on the Internet over Vanessa, and reminded her quite
frequently about the revealing photographs he had in his possession. The
thought of the embarrassment she would suffer should any of her friends or
classmates ever lay eyes on those pictures seemed to be enough to keep his
sister in line for the time being. As insurance, however, Rick continued
to record their daily intimate liaisons using his trusty hidden NetCam.
He'd even installed a second tiny device in Vanessa's bathroom. For
reasons Rick would never understand, his sister never discovered that he
was recording their activities and Rick never had to tell her. He kept
that information secret just in case.
Another thing Rick wasn't sure about was just how his sister might react
to ejaculation. He would find that out quite accidentally later on, but
for now, his gut feeling was that she would be disgusted by it. Not that
it really mattered, but in the interest of a smooth relationship, Rick
continued to tell his sister that she should stop just before he went over
the edge. Vanessa, however, having become such a talented young girl,
caused him to get very, very close on more than one occasion.
The day that Rick first touched his sister in any sort of meaningful way
was a memorable occasion for both of them. Rick sat on the closed lid of
the toilet watching his pretty sister take her bath before bedtime when he
noticed that she was struggling to reach a spot on her back with the wash
cloth.
"Here, let me help you, Sis," Rick offered, moving close and kneeling
beside the tub. Neither of them understood what that act would eventually
lead to, but Vanessa had an inkling that this particular bath was about to
become more eventful than most as she handed her brother the wash cloth.
Rick applied a generous amount of soap to the terry cloth then began to
rub the smooth skin of his little sister's back with it. He felt her grow
tense under his hand, so Rick whispered, "Just relax, Vanessa. Take it
easy," he murmured soothingly. Then after laying the wash cloth on the
side of the tub, Rick scooped up some warm sudsy water in a cupped hand and
poured it over his sister's bare shoulders. He watched the water roll down
her satiny smooth skin as he repeated the rinsing. Then almost by
accident, Rick spread his palm out onto Vanessa's back. Her skin was
absolutely flawless and so very soft beneath his touch as he started to
massage her in slow circles.
A soft sigh and an ever so slight shiver was Vanessa Adams' reaction to
having her brother's hands on her body for the first time. Sensing no
resistance or complaint, Rick decided to explore further. He moved his
hand down his sister's back he slid it around onto her flank then up under
her right arm. As his hand slipped slowly back down the right side of
Vanessa's body, Rick could feel every rib beneath her satin skin. Then he
dipped his hand into the warm water and slowly massaged her right hip.
Still farther down he ventured until his finger tips touched the top of her
thigh.
Rick had his arm wrapped almost all the way around his sister's body
now. He leaned over her close enough to smell the fragrance of the freshly
bathed young girl. Holding his breath, Rick moved his hand up slightly
then around onto her tummy. Again she sighed, and to Rick's never ending
amazement, Vanessa leaned back against his arm then tipped her head to the
side and onto his shoulder.
"Was she giving in to the inevitable?" Rick had to assume that she was.
Slowly, after extending his two middle fingers, he moved his hand downward.
It occurred to Rick as he pressed his two fingers against the resilient
flesh of his sister's pubic arch, that he'd been waiting a lifetime for
this very moment, and Vanessa was even more wonderful to touch than he'd
dreamed.
Her immaculate outer labia were so incredibly soft as to feel almost
fluffy beneath the surface of the tepid bath water. She shivered again.
This time more noticeably, but surprisingly she didn't make a sound. After
a few thrilling minutes, Rick removed his hand from between Vanessa's legs
then shifted his position beside the bath tub so that he could see her
face. This also put him in a better position for a frontal approach.
Reaching into the luke-warm water once again, Rick placed his hand onto
his sister's left thigh just above the knee. Meanwhile, he kept his eyes
on her face, studying her expression closely. Vanessa seemed intent upon
staring down into the tub as her big brother slowly moved his hand up her
slim thigh. She wore an expression of concern on her face, but offered no
protest or opposition to Rick's advance. Her leg jerked once reflexively
and she uttered a quick gasp when her brother's finger tips once again made
contact with her intimate flesh. Her little brow furrowed anxiously.
Somehow, Rick intuitively knew what to do. As though fate were guiding
him, when he carefully slipped three finger tips between his kid sister's
resilient outer labia, he said to her, "Look at me, Vanessa. I want to see
your face when I touch you like this."
Honoring her brother's most recent request proved to be one of the most
difficult things that Vanessa Adams would ever have to do. Her thoughts
and emotions were besieged by a tumult of conflicting feelings. What her
brother was doing to her was infuriating and debasing, yet somehow exciting
as well. She was one very confused young lady, and her humiliation seemed
to redouble when she reluctantly raised her eyes to her brother's. Rick
would never forget the priceless expression of surrender on her face.
There was no mistaking the fact that Vanessa knew at last that he was in
command of her life.
The weeks and months seemed to fly by as brother and sister routinely
enjoyed one another's company. Rick always called the shots, of course,
scheduling their daily amorous encounters at which Vanessa was expected to
pleasure him to his specifications. From time to time, his kid sister
would complain about her new lot in life, but all Rick had to do was run
off a few pictures on his trusty Cannon ink jet, and show them to the
recalcitrant youngster. Rick did finally clue his sister in on the fact
that all along, he'd been recording their best times together. Vanessa was
shocked to the roots of her soul when Rick showed her a few examples from
his sizeable library of very interesting images of the pretty blond
performing her daily chores. The thought of even one of these choice shots
falling into the hands of anyone she knew was more than enough to string
Vanessa along until she was nearly thirteen years old.
Rick would always look back fondly on this period of his life. It was a
time of discovery. As he would read about or hear about some new sexual
mystery, he and his reluctantly willing younger sister would experiment and
learn together.
Oral sex was the next logical step in their blossoming relationship.
Nearly thirteen years old, Vanessa had naturally heard of oral sex. She
and her girlfriends discussed all manner of things sexual, chattering and
giggling between classes at school the way young girls will do. There were
many occasions lately where Vanessa had to conceal her embarrassment when
the topic of discussion turned to some experience deemed "gross" by her
peers, yet was one that she had shared with Rick. Vanessa tried her best
not to blush and attempted to change the subject when, for example, one of
her young girlfriends exclaimed quite adamantly that "She wouldn't dream of
ever touching a boy's penis!"
"Yuck!" the others would chime in before they all broke into giggles and
nervous laughter.
While her friends laughed, Vanessa envisioned her hand clutched around
her brother's erect penis. Embarrassment flooded her consciousness as in
her mind's eye she saw herself kneeling before Rick, stroking him dutifully
while staring obediently into his eyes.
Vanessa hoped that none of her friends noticed that it was usually she
who changed the subject to other topics, like oral sex.
"Gross!!!" the young girls would chime in unanimously, allowing Vanessa
to breathe a sigh of relief that she was once again on "equal turf" with
her friends. Unfortunately, her status would soon change.
"Put it in your mouth," Rick said with his usual air of authority.
Vanessa was so shocked that her hand stopped in mid-stroke. Kneeling
there on his bed, she gazed up at her big brother in astonishment and
horror. She was so stunned that all she could say was, "Huh?"
"You heard me," Rick replied cooly.
"But...." Then she fell silent while her thoughts raced. In her mind
the many girlish conversations with her friends played with vivid clarity
of recall. All the vows and the promises and the exclamations of disgust
were about to become meaningless for Vanessa Adams.
"Open your mouth, Vanessa," she heard her brother command her as if from
a great distance.
"But I... I..." she stammered. "I don't know how to do what you want,
Rick," she whined miserably at last. Vanessa still had her hand on his
erect manhood as she gazed plaintively up into her older brother's eyes.
"I'll teach you," Rick said flatly, placing his right hand on the back
of her neck. "Now take your hand away and open your mouth."
Rick's command of his kid sister had gradually developed over the last
year such that if he spoke with the correct vocal inflection, Vanessa would
almost reflexively obey him.
A lot happened that afternoon in a rather short period of time.
Vanessa's eyes seemed to open wider than her mouth when the smooth, white
hot head of her big brother's penis first touched the back of her soft
pallet. Vanessa gagged horribly and her small hands scrabbled
ineffectually at the fronts of Rick's thighs, until at last he released his
hold on her neck. Vanessa fell back onto the bed where she lay for several
minutes, coughing and sputtering, while her older brother stared down at
her unsympathetically. When she finally caught her breath and regained
some semblance of composure, the pretty blond launched into an uncustomary
tirade of abusive language directed at her brother.
Rick let her have her say but was not in the mood to negotiate. Amidst
a chorus of whines and pathetic protests, Vanessa Adams was ordered to her
knees. No more would she be able to voice any sincere repugnance to her
friends about the taste and texture of the male organ. After being made to
kiss her brother in a most humiliating way, Vanessa's mouth became the
property of her brother, Rick.
Another interesting development, and one that was significant for both
Vanessa and her brother occurred that afternoon. As resistant as she was
to begin her lessons in fellatio, Rick was eventually able to teach his
younger sister to close her lips around him and suckle him. Sister and
brother were in the process of practicing technique when it happened. It
was quite unexpected by all parties concerned. Rick had just instructed
Vanessa to use her free hand to coddle his testicles the way she'd learned
long ago. Vanessa was also attempting to master the technique of using one
hand to stroke the exposed shaft of his penis slowly while at the same time
using her lips and tongue on its tip in more or less the same cadence.
"It's really all a matter of timing," her big brother explained to the
young blond as he guided her head with one hand. "Just move your lips back
and forth at the same speed as your hand, and look up at me, please," Rick
instructed patiently.
Rick Adams had wondered for months how his younger sister might react to
him cumming, and today was the day that he and Vanessa would find out.
Rick had wanted the setting to be ideal, and he really couldn't have
planned it any better if he'd tried.
His lovely blond haired, blue eyed sister was on her knees before him.
Approximately half of his maturing manhood was in her mouth while the other
half protruded from between her lips, glistening with saliva in her small
hand. Her other hand cradled his tightly constricted testicles in a warm
but gentle embrace.
"Suck just a little bit harder, please," Rick instructed. He smiled
down at his pretty sister as she obeyed him. He was about to give Vanessa
a well deserved compliment. "That's just righ....." When, " Aghhhh....
Jeeezee!" Rick suddenly groaned.
Vanessa was looking up at him as instructed when the first of the hot
fluid hit the back of her throat. Rick saw her eyes spring open in
surprise as he quickly grabbed a fist full of thick blond hair and pulled
his sister onto himself quite forcefully. Again Vanessa's small hands flew
to the fronts of her brother's hairy thighs as she unsuccessfully tried to
pull away from him. Rick's second offering of ejaculate went straight down
his sister's throat, causing her to cough fitfully. Some of her brother's
musky smelling bodily fluid came back up, but the biggest majority ended up
in Vanessa's tummy. A small portion seeped from her right nostril and
leaked out onto her upper lip when she coughed again around the throbbing
restriction in her airway.
By the time Rick was finished with her, his sweet sister, Vanessa, had
consumed a copious amount of his seed. When at last he released his hold
on her hair and allowed his semi-flaccid organ to fall from her mouth, Rick
expected his kid sister to throw up, but to the contrary, and to her
credit, it all stayed down.
Vanessa, of course, was not very happy about the whole affair, but she
would learn. After all, she was only twelve years old. Vanessa Adams had
a long life ahead of her. A life in which her big brother, Rick, would
continue to be a pivotal character.
The months passed and Rick and Vanessa's relationship flourished. His
sister was almost thirteen now, and her natural good looks coupled with her
increasingly worldly mannerisms, caused many a young man to sit up and take
notice. More and more often, Rick overheard remarks from male friends and
acquaintances about how they'd very much like to spend some "quality time"
with young Vanessa Adams. Realizing that it was only a matter of time
before he would be faced with the prospect of losing her regular
attentions, or at the very least having to share her with someone else,
Rick decided that he would prefer to choose the mate for Vanessa, rather
than leave it to random chance. In this manner, he would remain in the
driver's seat as far as his young sister's romantic interests were
concerned.
Vanessa had a friend by the name of Miranda Carter. The two young girls
were quite close, and spent a great deal of time together. Miranda had an
older brother by the name of Randal, and although Rick didn't know the
young man well, Randal had a certain swagger about him that caused Rick to
admire him from the beginning. Rick took particular interest in the way
that Randal treated his younger sister, Miranda. Randal appeared to be in
a position of authority, which caused him to consider if just maybe the
Carter siblings might have some sort of arrangement similar to that which
he and Vanessa shared.
"What do you know about your friend Miranda's brother?" Rick asked his
attractive sister quite unexpectedly.
Vanessa instantly became defensive. After wiping away a drop of his
semen which seeped from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand,
she looked up at him. It was obvious from her expression that she was
troubled by the question. She looked away quickly.
"Not much," she muttered almost inaudibly.
"What did you say?" Rick asked sharply. He took his sister's chin in
his fingers and raised her face to his.
"Nothing, Rick," Vanessa whined as she tried to turn away again, but he
held her fast. He knew she was being less than truthful.
"Don't give me that, Vanessa," Rick said. "You and Miranda are together
all the time. You can't tell me the two of you don't talk. Don't lie to
me, Vanessa," he added in a slightly threatening tone of voice.
After a short hesitation the pretty blond admitted quietly, "He creeps
me out. I mean, the way he treats Miranda and all."
Oddly Vanessa Adams failed to see the comparison to her situation with
her own brother. Such can be the power of denial.
"What do yo mean by that?" Rick pressed.
Vanessa's brow furrowed with concern as she was forced to stare into her
brother's dark eyes. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth as she
answered reluctantly, "You know. He's all the time telling her what to do,
and sometimes when I call her up, her brother will answer the phone and
tell me that Miranda's busy and to call back later." She paused a moment,
thinking. " Miranda acts differently around him," she Vanessa went on.
"She won't talk hardly at all whenever her brother is around. She just
follows him around like a puppy or something. It's spooky."
Rick was certain that something was going on between Miranda Carter and
her brother. He'd heard stories about the mysterious disappearance of the
Carter girl a couple of years back, followed by her equally mysterious
reappearance approximately six months later. According to rumor, the young
lady was either unwilling or unable to tell anyone what had happened to her
or where she'd been. Her parents reportedly requested a full scale police
investigation, but after over a year of searching for clues, no evidence
was uncovered, and the Carter girl, seemingly no worse for wear following
the incident, maintained her silence. The investigation was subsequently
dropped, although the files were still open.
"And what does your little friend have to say about her brother? Does
she know that you don't particularly care for him?" Rick interrogated his
sister further.
Vanessa averted her gaze before answering her brother. "Miranda doesn't
like to talk about Randal much. It's really weird."
Rick stared in silence at his kid sister for several moments. At last
he said, "OK, you can get dressed. We're finished for now, but I want to
see you again after you take a bath tonight. Understand?"
"Uh huh," Vanessa answered meekly.
As Rick watched his sister dress, he couldn't help but admire her slim
figure. She was definitely turning into an attractive young lady. More
importantly he'd made up his mind about who would be Vanessa's first love
interest.
During the next month or so, Rick Adams made a point of getting better
acquainted with Randal Carter. Randal wasn't the easiest guy to get to
know. He was quiet and secretive, and had few friends. On the few
occasions that Randal's younger sister, Miranda was with him, Rick found
that what Vanessa had told him about the two was quite accurate. The
pretty curly headed brunette appeared to comply with her brother's every
wish. She maintained a posture of complete submissiveness in her brother's
presence, and only spoke when Randal spoke to her.
The day that Randal introduced Miranda to Rick, the youngster raised her
dark blue eyes to Rick's only long enough to acknowledge him, then lowered
her gaze. When Rick asked Miranda about her friendship with his sister,
Vanessa, she merely nodded, apparently unwilling to elaborate about the
relationship, even though everyone knew how close the two girls were.
Vanessa had said it best. "It was kind of spooky."
"What's with your sister?" Rick ventured one day when he and Randal were
together.
"What do you mean?" Randal answered rather defensively.
"I mean, you know," Rick hesitated. "She's so quiet when she's around
you. I've seen her with Vanessa, and she's not nearly as subdued. If you
know what I mean."
"Miranda just knows her place. That's all," Randal responded flatly.
Rick brightened at that and quickly added, "That's the way it ought to
be."
Randal remained silent for an uncomfortable period of time. He seemed
to be considering his next statement very carefully. "I've noticed that
your sister, Vanessa is it?" he asked.
"Yeah," Rick said with a nod.
"Your sister, Vanessa, doesn't seem to argue with you too much either,"
Randal continued with a peculiar smile. He hesitated another moment, then
he asked point blank. "You two got something going on?"
Now it was Rick's turn to be mysterious. He wasn't sure if it was wise
to confide in the secretive Randal Carter about his relationship with
Vanessa. "What do you mean by that?" he asked rather obtusely.
Randal's odd smile broadened. "I kinda thought so," he said. "I've
been watching you two when you're together."
At first Rick was going to deny Randal's insinuation, but for some
inexplicable reason he changed his mind at the last minute. Rick Adams had
no way of knowing what a huge impact that decision would have on his life,
not to mention the life of his younger sister. Throwing caution to the
wind, Rick spent the next half hour describing his relationship with
Vanessa. His confession was very thorough, and when he was finished,
Randal reciprocated. The information that the mysterious young man would
disclose to him, would not only solidify their undying friendship, but
would cause Rick to embark upon a course that would utterly transform his
life.
"What I'm about to tell you is one of the best guarded secrets in the
world," Randal began, and judging from his expression, Rick knew that he
was dead serious. "I'm telling you about this, because if what you tell me
about you and your sister is true, then you are obviously sympathetic to
our cause." He paused a moment before going on. "If the information I am
about to share with you were to become pubic knowledge, a lot of very
dedicated men and women could end up in prison." Randal's expression was
hard as he stared at Rick. "I must have your word that you will divulge
this to no one."
Rick had no idea what the young man was talking about, but replied
solemnly, "I give you my word." Then he waited excitedly but patiently for
Randal to continue.
"Do you remember hearing about my sister's disappearance a couple of
years ago?" Randal Carter asked.
Rick nodded.
"The police, the FBI and everyone involved in the investigation have
always maintained that Miranda was abducted. They have never discovered by
whom, nor have they ever figured out where she was during her mysterious
absence." Randal paused for a moment. "If you recall, about six months
passed, then one day, seemingly out of the blue, Miranda, simply showed up.
In fact, she walked into the house like nothing at all was out of the
ordinary. My parents were so shocked that my mother actually fainted."
Randal smiled as he remembered that morning. His father had gone
berserk. He'd called the police and the FBI and threatened to have the
badges of the head investigators. Everyone involved was totally baffled,
and Miranda, of course, was no help at all. No matter how hard they
pressed, she would not say a word. My folks sent her to psychologists.
They had her hypnotized. They pleaded and they threatened, but the details
of her six month hiatus remained an enigma."
Rick stared at him questioningly. He was completely captivated by
Randal's bizarre story.
"I did it," Randal said unexpectedly with a wry smile.
Caught off guard, Rick stammered, "Wha... what?"
"I did it," Randal repeated. Then he added, "Well, that's not exactly
true. Actually I arranged for Miranda's disappearance."
"Y... you're kidding," Rick responded. His astonishment was quite
obvious.
"I contracted with a certain organization to capture my kid sister and
keep her as their guest for a prearranged period of time."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rick asked. He was getting a
little perturbed with the other young man's intentional vagueness. "Who
would do that, and for what purpose?"
"I was about to get to that," Randal said with his queer smile. "But
first let me tell you a little story."
Rick exhaled and rolled his eyes a little impatiently.
"Ever since I was a kid, I've had a thing for my little sister. Sound
familiar?" Randal asked with a perceptive smile when Rick raised his
eyebrows. "Anyway, when we were really young, there was no problem, but
just like your own sister, as Miranda got older, she began to lose interest
in our little games. Then one day without warning, she cut me off
entirely."
Rick gave his new friend a sympathetic smile.
"And just like you, I found that state of affairs to be totally
unacceptable," Randal continued. "Unfortunately, at the time I had nothing
that I could use as leverage on Miranda to encourage her to cooperate, but
God knows, I tried! For months, I plotted and pleaded, but to no avail.
My sister wouldn't entertain a single one of my sexual advances, no matter
how well veiled they were."
Rick nodded his understanding.
"As a result, I became frustrated and angry." Randal admitted. It was a
difficult position that I found myself in. Seeking advice on how to go
about developing an amorous relationship with one's sister can be fraught
with danger, as you can well imagine. Society tends to frown on that kind
of thing, you know."
Both young men grinned at his understatement.
"I tried a dropping a few purposely ambiguous messages on a few News
Groups on the Net, but for the most part, all I got back was a lot of wise
cracks and spam. Then one day, about four months after I posted my
messages, I received an anonymous e-mail. To this day, I don't know who
sent it, but whoever it was, changed my life. I can tell you that." Randal
paused, causing Rick's curiosity and anticipation to grow like a forest
fire.
"Well," Rick prompted, unable to contain himself any longer. "What did
it say?"
Randal Carter smiled, magnanimously in the knowledge that he was about
to be personally instrumental in changing the life-course of a fellow male
sympathizer. "The message contained a web site address: www.tytc.org .
There was no explanation or signature. Naturally, I was curious, so I
tried the link." Randal hesitated again.
"So..." Rick prodded.
"I got a 404."
"Great! Thanks a lot," Rick said sarcastically. His growing
frustration was obvious.
"Hang on. There's more. Much more," Randal said with a wink. "About a
week later I got another anonymous e-mail. This second message contained
an encrypted password and instructions on how to use it. Thankfully I
hadn't erased the message containing the url, and following the
instructions, I was able to embed the pass code into the previous innocuous
looking message. I found out later on that I had been the subject of a
very thorough background check, and I must have passed, because this time
when I tried the link, I was granted access to a web site the likes of
which you cannot believe."
Randal paused only briefly this time before he went on to explain.
"The Youth Training Center is the answer, Rick," he said succinctly.
"The what?" Rick asked.
"The Youth Training Center; TYTC if you prefer," Randal responded to his
curious friend.
"What the hell is that?" Rick immediately wanted to know.
Holding up a hand, Randal Carter shook his head then began to speak.
"That's a really big question, my friend. If you only knew how big. Let's
just say that TYTC is an organization dedicated to helping young women,
even women as young as my sister, Miranda, to find themselves. Wait, let
me explain," he said, sensing that Rick was about to interrupt. "When I'm
through, I'll try to answer your questions, if you still have any."
Rick nodded his consent.
"The folks at TYTC believe that over the years, women have changed.
Don't get me wrong. Evolution, both physical and emotional is inevitable.
What TYTC believes is that the ideals that the modern female models her
persona upon have become warped."
Rick looked confused as well he should.
"Look at it this way," Randal said, noticing his new friend's perplexed
expression. "It's like that old game where you get a line of people, and
tell a secret to the guy on one end of the line, who passes it on to the
next person and so on. By the time the last person gets the message, it is
almost always completely different than what was told to the first man.
Follow me so far?" Randal asked.
"OK," Rick answered.
"Over the years, the 'fairer sex' had been forced to deal with the fact
that she is weaker, physically than her male counterpart. For centuries
the female accepted this position, and the male maintained his position of
leadership within the family unit. Then as society became more complex,
and women wished to assume a greater role in the decision making process,
little 'tidbits' of experience and knowledge about how best to negotiate
with her mate were passed down from mother to daughter. Unfortunately,
what was whispered into the ear of Miranda's Great, Great, Great, Great....
Grandmother by her mother, in no way resembles that which my mother
whispered to Miranda. Rather than a message of harmony, my sister and
yours and every young woman for the last twenty years receives a whispered
missive about sexual equality and power and how to achieve it."
Randal smiled when he saw the dawning of understanding in Rick's face.
It was just a beginning, but everything had to have its beginning. Neither
young man knew at the time, the great extent to which Rick's appreciation
of this concept would grow. Suffice it to say, Randal had his undivided
attention that afternoon.
"So, there you have the problem," Randal stated. "The Youth Training
Center exists for the sole purpose of helping young women everywhere to
return to their rightful and comfortable place in the grand scheme of
things. Their methodology is, shall we say, 'unconventional'," Randal said
with a smile. "But since opening their doors in 1986, until this very day,
TYTC boasts a one hundred percent rate of success." Looking Rick squarely
in the eye, in all sincerity, Randal said, "You deserve a lot of credit for
the progress that you've made with Vanessa. She's an attractive young
lady."
Rick was very glad to hear his new friend speak favorably of his young
sister.
"From what you've told me, the two of you enjoy a reasonably fulfilling
relationship. It appears that your sister responds well to intimidation,
but wouldn't it be preferable if she were to become entirely accommodating
without the need for continued extortion? If nothing else, it would make
your life easier. Right? I mean, you wouldn't have to keep thinking up
new ways to keep her under control."
Rick found himself unconsciously nodding his agreement. "But, how?" he
had to ask.
"Well... If you really want to do it right, you get Vanessa admitted to
the Training Center." When Randal recognized signs of concern in his new
friend's handsome face, he added, "What do you think about my sister?"
"What do you mean?" Rick asked, puzzled by the question.
"I mean, what do you think of her. Do you think she's cute? She's a
smart girl. Miranda's been on the honor roll for two years," Randal
bragged.
"I... I guess so," Rick responded a bit lamely.
"If I tell her to, she'll fuck your brains out. Would you like that,
Rick old buddy?" Randal said with a grin.
Rick was totally flustered and unable to answer.
"Hey, Miranda's a pretty girl. Don't you think? She's twelve and a
half years old and athletic as hell. Let me tell you. My sister can do
stuff to you that'll make a crow blush!" Randal Carter said with a smile
and a wink.
"But... I... It... She... I..." Rick spluttered.
"Take it easy, man," Randal said to his ruffled friend. "We'll work out
the details later on. My point is," he insisted. "Miranda is completely
conditioned. In fact, she was on the honor roll at TYTC too, during her
stay. She has become what the Center refers to as a Fully Functional
Female. I don't know how well Vanessa would respond to advances from me,
for example, but Miranda will eagerly accommodate any lover or lovers for
however long her services are required. That's just the kind of education
a girl receives at The Youth Training Center."
Rick's mind was brimming with information to the point where he felt
almost light headed. The philosophy that Randal Carter had shared with him
was nothing short of revolutionary, but the more he considered it, the more
questions popped into his mind. Rick would obviously require a lot more
time to digest the entire concept, but he did have one proposal that he
very much wished to extend to Randal while they were more or less on the
subject of Vanessa.
Clearing his throat, Rick said as casually as possible, "Speaking of my
sister."
Continued... SM
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