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Kids SEE the Darndest Things 4 (Mfff, pre-teen, exh)
by Schulzie (c) 1996

**

Early the next morning, at that moment when I was not completely asleep,
but not exactly awake either, I was aware of movement to my right.
Trying to get a clue what I was feeling, but having forgotten that the
twins had climbed in bed with me last night, I felt the covers being
lifted off of me by someone laying next to me on the right. The covers
were lifted high enough for whoever it was to look down and see me
sleeping there, in the nude. It was all coming back to me. The twins,
the lightning, the thunder. And now I knew that Kristi was lifting up
the covers and looking at my cock. Only this time, it wasn't hard. It
was just lying there, flaccid - for a change. Then I felt the covers
being lowered. There was no movement for a minute. Then I could sense
that Kristi was sitting up, leaning her arm over me, and trying to prod
Kara awake. Then, I could feel movement to my left and knew that Kara
was awake. I pretended to be asleep to see what the two girls were going
to do. I could tell the two girls were engaging in some sort of sign
language or signals. Then I felt the covers being lifted from both
sides, this time being folded backward towards the foot of the
bed, exposing me completely. There was no movement or noise for at least
a full minute.

Then I heard Kara whisper, very quietly, "It's not standing up. It's
just lying there."

Kristi whispered back, "I see."

Then Kara asked, "Should I go get Sissy?"

"Yeah," answered Kristi, "But be quiet. Don't wake him up."

I could feel Kara getting out of bed to go get her older sister. It was
hard pretending to be asleep, when the thought of what might happen next
had my heart beating so hard. I calmed myself down, trying to control my
breathing so I wouldn't give myself away.

In a few minutes, I could hear Kara returning to the room, bringing
Sissy along with her.

"See? It's not hard. How come?"

"I don't know," said Sissy. "I'm not sure."

I could feel Kara getting back in bed, and could tell that Sissy had
slid in beside her.

"What should we do?" asked Kristi, barely audible.

"Let's just look at it awhile," replied Sissy.

And so they looked. And looked. And looked. I just remained still,
trying to breathe as shallow as possible so they wouldn't suspect I was
awake and aware they were looking at my cock. The girls did nothing else
but look, and I was dying of anticipation, wondering if they were ever
going to do anything else. Finally, Sissy broke the silence.

"Kristi. I dare you to touch it."

"Me? Why me? Why doesn't Kara touch it first."

Kara said, "I'm scared. What if he wakes up? You touch it, Sissy."

The room got quiet, and then I sensed that Sissy was reaching across
Kara, her hand heading straight for my dick. Then I felt it. One little
fingertip poked my cock very gently, then pulled back.

"Go ahead, Kara. You do it," Sissy said.

I felt Kara's finger just barely touch my dick, then it backed off.

"Your turn, Kristi," Kara told her twin.

There was a slight pause. Kristi was just a little bit bolder than her
sisters. I could feel all four of Kristi's fingers and her thumb,
carefully and slowly lifting my cock up, holding it for a minute, then
letting it drop down on my leg. There were suppressed giggles coming
from the girls as the watched my dick settle back into place. But I felt
a little twitch. I knew my cock was coming to life, and shortly, the
three girls would witness my dick getting hard, growing steadily, rising
up, and standing completely erect.

Sissy reached for my cock again and started to lift it up the same way
Kristi had done, but she quickly let go. "Look," she said. She must have
felt as she touched my dick that it was growing.

"It's getting hard," said Kristi.

"It's beginning to stand up!" Kara said.

My cock was rapidly growing, the blood engorged tissues inside quickly
filling up, causing it to stiffen as it slowly began to rise.

All at once, the girls quietly said, "Wow!" as they watched with
astonishment while my dick hardened to its fully erect state.

"What do we do now?" Kara asked.

"Touch it, Sissy," Kristi said, urging her sister on.

Sissy reached over Kara again, and grasping my swollen member with her
forefinger and thumb, gave it a firm squeeze. "God, it's so hard!"

"Let me feel," said Kara. She also used her thumb and forefinger to
squeeze my cock, but she chose to squeeze the head. "This part's not
hard, it's kinda spongy."

"Really?" asked Sissy.

"My turn," Kristi said. Kristi put her whole hand around my cock and
gave it a firm squeeze. God, that felt good. I nearly moaned when
Kristi's fist gripped my hard-on. "That's really hard!" Kristi told the
others.

"What are those?" I heard Kara ask.

"Those are his balls," Sissy answered.

"Really?" asked Kristi. "Can we touch them, too?"

"Better not," Sissy told the girls. "We might hurt them, and then he'll
wake up for sure."

"I want to squeeze his dick again," Kristi said, and once more, she
wrapped her little fist around my dick and squeezed. This time, she got
a reaction none of the girls was expecting. I could feel pre-cum seeping
out of the head of my cock. Kristi quickly let go of my dick. "What's
that? What's that?" Kristi asked excitedly.

Sissy said, "I think that's his sperm."

"What's sperm?" Kara asked.

"That's the stuff that goes inside a woman that makes a baby."

"Really??" the twins said.

I could feel one of the girl's fingers reach out and touch the pre-cum
at the tip of my cock. It was Sissy. "It feels sticky", she told the
girls.

"Listen. We're pushing our luck. We better get out of here before he
wakes up," said Sissy.

"Should we cover him back up?" asked Kara.

"Yeah, you better or he might wonder how he got uncovered," Sissy told
her.

Kara and Kristi carefully lift the covers back up and over me as I
continued to pretend I was asleep. I heard the three girls quietly walk
toward the bedroom door, and closed the door behind them as they left.
Then I heard the girls quietly exchange excited whispers among
themselves as they walked down the hall.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized what the girls had just done.
They had played with a man's dick, made it hard, thinking the entire
time that they did it without me knowing. It was difficult for me to
maintain my composure the whole time, but I enjoyed every second of it.
I resisted the temptation to jack off and relieve my hard-on. Now, I
wanted to see where all this was leading.

I went back to sleep for about an hour. When I woke up, it was raining
outside, and I knew we would all be housebound for awhile. I got up,
threw on some pants and a T-shirt and went downstairs to fix some
breakfast for the girls. From the time I got down there until breakfast
was over, the girls kept giving each other looks, thinking that they
were keeping some big secret from me. Little did they know I knew what
transpired up in my bedroom earlier.

After breakfast, I went back upstairs to take a shower. When I got out
of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and prepared to shave. I was
just getting ready to lather up my face with shaving creme when I heard
a knock on the bathroom door. I opened the door and there stood Kara.

"Hi Kara, what's up," I asked.

Kara looked at me but seemed totally nonchalant even though I stood
there in only a towel. "What's this?" she asked, showing me one of the
little prizes she had won on the boardwalk yesterday.

"That?" I asked. "That's what they call a Chinese handcuff." It was one
of those cheap little prizes they give away at carnivals and fairs.

"Chinese handcuff? How does it work?" she wanted to know.

I explained. "It's a finger trap. If you put the index finger of one
hand in this end and your other index finger in the other end, your
fingers get trapped and it's hard to get out."

"Really? Show me how it works."

So I had her put her fingers in either end, and sure enough, her fingers
were stuck.

"Hey, how do I get my fingers out of this?" she asked.

I helped her release her fingers from the device.

"Gosh, my fingers were really trapped in there," she said. By this time,
Kristi had wandered upstairs to join her sister.

"That's why it's called a Chinese handcuff. Really works, doesn't it?" I
asked.

"Can you get out of it by yourself, Rick, without any help?" Kristi
wanted to know.

"Sure. It's easy. Watch me." I handed it to her, and said, "Here. You
put it on me." She put the little toy on my fingers and pulled it good
and tight. Within seconds, I had freed my fingers.

"How did you do that?" Kara asked.

"A magician never tells," I answered. Actually, I used to win a lot of
those stupid things at carnivals when I was a kid, and after some
practice I had learned the secret to a quick release. Instead of trying
to pull your fingers apart which only tightens it, one has to try and
move their fingers closer together, let the tips overlap, which loosens
it.

"Show us again," Kara said, "I don't believe that."

So I had Kara put it on my fingers again, and she made sure it was snug
and tight. But again, within seconds, my fingers were free.

Kristi said, "What if your hands were behind your back, you know, like
when they arrest criminals with regular handcuffs. Could you get it off
then?"

"I don't know," I told her, "I've never tried. But I bet I could."

So I turned around and had Kristi put the Chinese handcuff on my fingers
behind my back. I quickly discovered something I never realized about
myself. There are just some things I can't do unless I'm actually
looking at what I'm doing. For example, I am incapable of tying my tie
without looking in a mirror. And now I know that I can't free myself
from a Chinese handcuff when it's behind my back. For the first minute,
I tried calmly to loosen it without success. Then I struggled a little
bit with it. At first, the twins just thought I was fooling around, but
it became apparent pretty quickly that I was truly trapped. The girls
started giggling when they realized I was in quite a predicament. At
first I laughed along with them. But then, the more I tried to get out
of the damn thing, the tighter it got - just the way it's supposed to
work.

"Girls," I said, "I think I've really handcuffed myself. I may need a
little help getting out of these." I turned around and let the girls
take a stab at it, but their efforts were only making matters worse.

"I'm going to tell Sissy," said Kara, who went to the top of the stairs
and yelled, "Hey, Sissy! Rick got his fingers caught in the Chinese
handcuff and he can't get them out."

All Sissy said was, "Uh-huh," apparently not very interested in my
fingers being trapped in some toy.

Kara came back, and the twins stood there watching me continue to
struggle. My efforts to free myself from this stupid restraint were
having another effect. As my hands were busy behind my back, pulling and
pushing, and trying to manipulate the device, my hands kept brushing up
against the towel wrapped around my middle, slowly and steadily
loosening it until, in a flash - if you will pardon the pun - the towel
dropped to the floor, and I stood there, naked.

The twins just gawked at my cock, then looked at each other and giggled,
then looked back at my cock. Then I looked at the twins, and they looked
at me. True, they had already seen my dick a couple of times, but this
time they were looking at it when they knew I was awake. They seemed to
wait to see my reaction to my accidental exposure, and they got one. I
was embarrassed, not because I was naked in front of them, but because I
had no control over the situation. The towel was on the floor, but I
couldn't pick it up. And my fingers were trapped, and apparently would
remain so until I got some help.

Kara ran to the top of the staircase again and yelled down to Sissy,
"And now Rick's naked!" This time, Sissy practically flew up the stairs
to investigate. Now all three girls stood there, looking at me, my hands
trapped behind my back, and my limp dick just hanging there on display.

"How did this happen?" Sissy wanted to know. So the girls gave her the
story, line for line, word for word, about how I got my fingers stuck,
and then how my towel dropped off. The whole time they were telling the
story, they kept staring at my cock, and then started to giggle when
they thought about how funny the whole thing was.

"Come on, girls. This isn't funny anymore. Sissy, see if you can get my
fingers loose." I turned around, giving the girls a view of my ass, and
Sissy went to work trying to pry my fingers loose from that damn toy.
She wasn't having much luck either.

"At least try to cover me up with the towel," I asked the girls. Sissy
picked the towel up and tried to tie it around my waist. She got it
around me okay, but she was having a hard time securing it. Just when
she thought she had it, it fell right back off onto the floor. And each
time she tried to put the towel back on, it brush against my dick,
giving my cock a little tingle which, naturally, triggered the beginning
of an erection. Oh great, I thought. I'd tried mild bondage before, but
not like this.

"Kara," I said, "it looks like we're going to have to cut it off with
the scissors. There's a pair downstairs, somewhere in the kitchen. Could
you go down and get them for me, please?" At first, I thought she was
talking about my dick, but then I realized she was referring to the
handcuff. Off went Kara for the scissors.

Both Sissy and Kristi tried to get the towel to stay up, but with no
success. That didn't stop my cock from stirring a little more. Where was
Kara and those damn scissors?

About a minute later, Kara called up from downstairs. "I can't find the
scissors." Wonderful, I thought.

"I'll go help her," Kristi said.

I looked at Sissy. "Sissy, help me find some shorts in my bedroom and
see if you get them on for me."

So we walked to the bedroom, me in front, she following me (I'm sure she
watched my ass the whole way), and I told her to look in the bottom
drawer of my dresser for a pair of shorts. Bending down on one knee in
front of me, Sissy held the shorts open so I could put one foot in, then
the other. She pulled the shorts up past my knees, but then she ran into
a little problem. She had chosen a pair of shorts that were several
years old, had been washed numerous times, and were a little tight. When
she got the shorts up to my crotch level, she discovered that she
couldn't easily pull them up over my dick and my balls without rubbing
the edge of the zipper against them. She looked to me for guidance.

I looked at her for a moment, then told her, "Sissy, honey. You're gonna
have to tuck me in." She just looked at me, her mouth open, not sure how
she should go about it.

"Sissy," I told her, "take my dick in your hand." She hesitated for a
second, then followed my directions. Her warm, soft fingers grabbed my
cock ever so gently. The feeling of her fingers on my dick was
sensational.

"Now, lift it up." She started to, then she dropped it, and started
lifting it up again.

"Now, take your other hand, and pull the front of my pants open as far
as possible so you can just slide my dick down inside my pants, and push
my balls out of the way. Then you should be able to pull my pants all
the way up."

My directions would have worked well except for one thing. It didn't
take into account the warmth of Sissy's fingers holding my cock. The
gentle sensations from her hand as she held my dick in it made my cock
grow hard. By the time she was ready to slide my cock downward into my
pants, it would not go down. Each time, she tried to bend my stiff dick
downward and pull my pants up over it, my cock would spring free. And
now, my dick was at its fullest, totally erect, bouncing in front of her
each time Sissy tried to stuff it in my shorts.

She reached for my cock once again, but this time, she started to stroke
it. I just looked at her, not believing that she had her fingers firmly
gripping my dick, stroking it gently, but steadily as I stood naked in
front of her.

"What are you doing, Sissy," I asked.

"Won't this help? I read somewhere that if a guy masturbates, it will
make his dick go down, right? So, I'm going to make your dick go down so
we can fit it inside your pants," explained Sissy, soothingly.

"Why don't we lay down on the bed so we both can be more comfortable."
she suggested, leading me to the bed.

Dumbfounded, I sat down near the edge, then laid back while Sissy laid
down beside me and resumed her stroking. God, her fingers felt so
wonderful as the slid up and down the length of my shaft. From beside
me, she looked at me and smiled so sweetly, as her hand tenderly
caressed my swollen cock. Up and down, up and down went her hand as she
continued to rub my dick.

Just then the twins walked in. "We found the scissors..." They stopped
dead in their tracks when they saw the scene being played out right
before them. There we were, me and their big sister, side by side on the
bed, her hand on my cock, stroking it up and down. The girls just stood
there, speechless, until Kristi asked, "Sissy?!? What are you doing?"

"Girls," said Sissy, "come over here next to Rick so I can explain."

The girls climbed up on the bed and sat side-by-side right next to me.
They couldn't take their eyes off of Sissy's hand as she stroked by
engorged cock.

Sissy began to explain. "Girls, I was trying to help Rick get into his
shorts, but then his dick got hard, see?" She stopped her manipulation
of my dick for a moment and held it straight up for the girls to
inspect. The twins just couldn't believe that their older sister was
holding my dick and rubbing it, and that I was letting her do it.

"You see, a guy's dick gets hard when he's sexually excited, isn't that
right, RicK?"

I just nodded. The girls looked quizzical.

Sissy explained. "That means a guy wants to have sex."

"You mean Rick wants to have sex with you? Or us??" asked Kara.

Sissy looked me right in the eye. "I don't know. Do you, Rick?" I
swallowed hard. Does she know something I don't know?

But she didn't give me a chance to answer. "No, girls. I think Rick's
dick got hard when I touched it, trying to get it into his pants. And
when I realized I wouldn't be able to get his dick in his pants, I
decided to masturbate him."

"Masturbate? What does that mean, Sissy?" asked Kristi.

"When a person masturbates himself or herself, it means that they play
with their private parts and rub them and it feels good."

"But how is that going to help Rick?" Kara asked.

"In a little while, something's going to happen that you've never seen
before; something I'VE never seen before," said Sissy.

"WHAT??" the girls asked, excitedly.

"In a couple of minutes, some white stuff called semen is going to shoot
out of his dick."

"Oh", said Kara, "you mean like..." Kara almost gave herself away. She
was about to mention what happened this morning when they thought I was
asleep and they touched my dick and some pre-cum dribbled out. I just
played dumb and ignored Kara's aborted question.

"Never mind," said Kara, "I was thinking of something else."

"What's semen?" Kristi asked Sissy.

"Semen is white, sticky stuff that has sperm in it. Sperm is what makes
babies," Sissy explained.

The whole time Sissy was explaining the birds and the bees to the twins,
she continued stroking my dick, up and down, not too hard, at least not
enough to make me come. But now, she decided to pick up the pace. If
this really was the first time she had ever jerked a guy off, she was a
natural. The way she was stroking my dick was like she had been doing it
for years. She knew exactly what to do to make me feel good. Her grip on
my cock got a little tighter, and her fingers started stroking me a
little faster. I wanted to grab her and squeeze her, but I couldn't. My
hands were still stuck behind my back.


The twins watched very closely as Sissy stroked me rapidly. My hips
began to buck a little. I wanted to unload my cum so bad.

"Is it close, Rick?" Are you getting ready to shoot?" asked Sissy, so
damned sexily.

"Uh-huh," was all I could manage to say, as I felt the cum started to
rise up the shaft of my cock. The twins leaned in to see what was going
to happen. They watched as Sissy held my dick straight up and stroked
hard and fast.

The first blast came shooting out of my cock, flying straight up into
the air. The twins gasped at first, then began to giggle as they watched
more and more of my white cream spew out of the head of my cock landing
on all of us. Most of it fell back on me, but a few drops landed on
Kara, a couple landed on Kristi, and a whole bunch dripped down on
Sissy's hand as she finished stroking me.

Shocked and breathless from the handjob Sissy had just given me, I laid
there contentedly for a few minutes until I realized how uncomfortable I
was getting with my hands still restrained behind my back in that damn
Chinese handcuff.

"Help me up so one of you can cut that stupid thing off," I told the
girls. They pushed me up into a sitting position, I stood up, and turned
around to let Kristi cut the handcuff off of me. "Be careful, don't cut
my finger off please."

Kristi and Kara both agreed on where my fingers were inside that
confounded little device, lined the scissors up while I held my breath,
then they began cutting away until, at last, my fingers were free.

"Thanks, girls," I told them. Then I looked at Sissy. "Thanks for
everything," I said to her.

She smiled sweetly and replied, "My pleasure."


Continued in part 5...
