Anyone who’s read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I’ve written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you.
Everyone is over 18.
*****
Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.
Mary had never had this problem with Michael’s three sisters. They weren’t jamming their hands down their pants every free minute they got. Mary, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man.
Mary found out about Michael’s habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately. Mary was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Michael was doing was a terrible sin.
But Michael kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But once Mary knew the signs – the closed door, the loud music, the mysteriously sticky underwear and the vast consumption of tissues – she was always able to catch him.
Mary started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Michael’s age to have urges, but that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Mary threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.
With nowhere left to turn, Mary went to talk to their family priest. She was embarrassed, of course. Admitting that she couldn’t control her son, keep him on the moral path, made her feel like a failure. But Mary needed Father Donovan’s wisdom more than her pride.
They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far side of Father Donovan’s oversized wooden desk, Mary told him everything.
“I’m sorry Mary,” Father Donovan said, “I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman’s vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or… Well, anywhere else he might think to put it.”
“But he’ll go to Hell,” Mary said and sobbed.
“That’s why he needs your help.”
*
The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael’s penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it.
And then it came to her. Father Donovan had not said that Michael couldn’t masturbate. The act itself was fine – it was the result, and what Michael did with it, that was the problem. Mary simply needed the appropriate receptacle for her son’s spend. And wouldn’t you know it? She had three of them just waiting for her at home.
*
Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.
Her middle daughter, Chastity, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father’s. Chastity was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.
Finally Tabitha, the youngest at 18, entered the room. With light brown hair down to the middle of her back, she was a bit shorter than Chastity and a bit curvier than Hope. Especially in the hips. She was wearing a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it and a pair of ripped up jeans.
All three were very pretty girls – bright. Hope and Chastity were both top of their classes at college nearby, and Tabitha was in line for a scholarship to Villanova. And all three of them were single. It wasn’t appropriate for such young women to have boyfriends. But Mary knew each would make an excellent wife sometime in the future.
Once everyone was seated, Mary called Michael into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often clumsy – like a boy trapped in an adult’s body. It didn’t help that it seemed like he’d outgrown his clothes overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son’s body.
Michael’s unruly, curly brown hair bounced as he flopped into his seat. He clearly thought he was in some kind of trouble. Mary smiled – he was going to feel much better once she told him the good news.
“As all of you know, I’ve been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem.”
“Moooom,” Michael said, burying his head behind his muscular arms, “Why are you always talking about this? It’s so embarrassing.”
“If you could control yourself we wouldn’t have to talk about it,” Mary said.
“It’s OK, Michael,” Hope said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings after their father had died. “It’s perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man.” As always, Hope had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child – driven and deliberate.
“I agree,” Tabitha said, “I’ve read a lot about it.” She was the smartest in the family, though also the most innocent. Tabitha spent so much time behind a screen, she often struggled when she stepped out into the real world.
“Yeah,” Chastity said, “Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like, die.” That was Chastity – always teasing. She wasn’t mean, but Chastity wasn’t exactly kind to her kin, either.
“Some people clearly think this is funny,” Mary said, “But I know better. At first, I thought that you were innocent, Michael. Naive. Then I believed that you were doing it on purpose. Trying to hurt me and the family. But I’ve come to understand the truth: you cannot control yourself. And it’s my job – the family’s job – to help you. To keep your soul safe. That’s why I’ve been talking to Father Donovan.”
“Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?” Michael asked.
“Yes God,” Mary said, “That’s exactly the problem. Father Donovan made it very clear that you will be damned forever if we don’t stop you from spilling your sperm all over the house. And unlike some people, I know that Father Donovan isn’t the type to say things just to jerk me around.”
Chastity giggled.
“In fact, Father Donovan has given me an idea for how we can handle Michael’s problem, so it doesn’t shoot us all in the face.”
Chastity burst out laughing. Her face bright red.
“It’s not a joke, Chastity,” Mary said, “We’re all going to have to work together to make Father Donovan’s solution work.”
Well, it had been Mary’s solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went silent. She had their attention.
“Father Donovan reminded me that the problem isn’t Michael’s horrible addiction to self-pleasure…”
“Mooooom,” Michael groaned.
“…it’s what he’s doing with the results.”
“Look, Mom,” Hope said, “We all want to help Michael out, but shouldn’t this be a conversation between you and him? I’m not sure why we need to be involved.”
“Because you’re the ones that have to help him,” Mary said.
“Wait,” Chastity said, “You want us to like, jerk him…”
“Oh my Lord no! You can’t do that to your brother. That would be terrible!” Mary said, shocked. She felt the whole room seem to sigh in relief, “Michael needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands.”
All three sisters went stiff. They looked at each other side eyed. No one breathed, let alone said anything. Mary saw that Michael, however, was staring straight at Tabitha. He was making a very strange face that looked almost like desire.
“Isn’t it the perfect solution?” Mary said, “God wants Michael’s sperm to go inside a woman. So long as he does that, it’s OK.”
“You want us to fu… I mean, have intercourse with Michael?” Hope asked. Her voice slipped out like a whisper.
“Oh no, honey. Not at all. Michael will do his thing as usual. When he’s ready to go, he’ll just finish where he’s supposed to. That’s all.”
“Oh, well if that’s all,” Chastity said.
“See,” Mary said, “Your sister gets it.”
“But Momma,” Tabitha said, “None of us are on the pill.”
“That’s exactly right, honey,” Mary said, “Birth control is also a sin. No pill or condoms or any of that. But there’s such a thing as the rhythm method. Your body is only fertile for a few days each month, when you’re ovulating. And we’ll know when that is because we can track it on the calendar. Plus there’s other signs too. So when you’re not safe, Michael will simply use one of your other sisters, instead. That’s why all of you have to work together.”
“I’m so confused,” Hope said.
“It’s easy,” Mary said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn’t get it, “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right.”
“Mom,” Hope said, “I get that you’re trying to help. But I don’t know…”
Mary’s patience finally snapped. “I have had it up to here with the entitlement in this family!” Mary jumped out of her seat, waving her finger at her daughters as she spoke. “I work so hard to provide for all of you. But I ask you to make one little sacrifice, one, and it’s too much to ask. Clearly, I’ve raised selfish, spoiled little brats. If you’re not willing to do this for your brother, maybe I should stop doing things for you. College, cell phones, clothes. I don’t need to pay for those things. Maybe when you’re working three jobs instead of going to class, you’ll understand what it means to make concessions for the people you love.”
The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Mary made it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?
As everyone left the room, Mary realized that her son hadn’t said anything at all about her plan. He’d just nodded when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Michael was so ashamed that it had come to this he couldn’t say a word. Or perhaps he was overcome with happiness.
After all, Mary had just saved his soul.
*
Mary bought a big calendar and tacked it up on the fridge. Then she made each of the girls mark down their cycles so that they could determine their safe days. You’d think she was asking them to choose which finger they wanted to cut off, for all their complaining.
Mary knew better than to ask Michael to be regular about his activities. They would all have to play by ear and figure things out as they went. Fortunately, all three girls lived at home and they all had different schedules with school, extracurricular activities and, of course, church. That meant at least one sister would be available at all times.
With everything set up, Mary wanted to get things started as soon as possible. Fortunately, her son was on the same wavelength. That very next evening, after dinner, she heard music blaring in Michael’s room. Her favorite scented hand lotion was missing from her bathroom. All the signs were there. Mary opened the door and, sure enough, there was Michael lying back on his bed. Pants around his ankles. Penis in his palm.
Mary had heard boys liked to look at pictures when they did it, but her son just had his eyes squeezed shut. His body twisted in rising pleasure. He was whispering a word that sounded a bit like ‘Tabitha,’ but Mary couldn’t be sure.
Michael’s eyes popped open when his mother walked in the room. “Holy… Mom! I told you not to bother me when I’m… When my door is shut.”
“And I told you what to do the next time you masturbate,” Mary said. She crossed her arms with disdain. Michael lay back, looking shocked. His penis was still in his fist, pulsing and purple.
“Well, come on then,” Mary said, “Let’s get this over with. Unless you need more time.”
“No! I mean. No – it’s pretty close.”
“Good,” Mary said, “Let’s go find your sister.”
“You mean Tabitha?” Michael asked, hopefully. Mary eyed him warily. One sister shouldn’t be any more desirable than another. In any case, Tabitha was at volleyball practice and Hope had a night class. But fortunately Chastity was in her room and almost certainly ready to help.
“Maybe I’ll wait,” Michael said, “I’m pretty sure Chastity hates me.”
“Chastity doesn’t hate you,” Mary said, “She just has a unique way of expressing her feelings.” Michael looked ready to protest more, so she grabbed her son by the arm, dragged him out of his room, and marched him down the hall.
“Chastity is going to be so mad,” Michael said.
“Of course she won’t. If anything, she’d be angrier if you didn’t let her help you. You’ll see.” Mary knocked on Chastity’s door (a courtesy she hadn’t given her son) and then opened the door.
Chastity was lying back on her bed, reading a book. She was wearing a conservative set of pajamas – red black plaid with long sleeves that almost looked like a little bedroom business suit. Chastity’s golden curls splayed out on the pillow behind her.
“What we talked about,” Mary said, “It’s time.” She shoved her son into the room. Michael was completely naked. He kept his head down, avoiding everyone’s eyes. He held his erect penis in his hand like it was something that needed carrying. It looked to be about the same size as her husband’s, Mary noticed. Perhaps a bit longer and definitely thicker. A very nice penis that would someday give Michael’s future wife a lot of healthy babies.
Chastity looked up at her brother in shock. Her mouth moved, like she was trying to spin up a sassy retort, but no sound came out.
“Well, get on with it,” Mary said. The siblings stared back at their mother. “Must I do everything? Fine. Michael, you said you were close, so get moving. Chastity, take your clothes off. You need to be ready when your brother is, or this will all be for nothing. Don’t just stare at me like idiots. This is what we agreed to – get going!”
Michael began rubbing his hand up and down his member lightly. It didn’t look to Mary like he was doing much, but she was willing to concede that everyone worked differently. Chastity lifted her pajama shirt over her head. Her large breasts spilled out.
“Holy fuck, sis!” Michael said, “Nice!”
Chastity gave her brother a look – it was supposed to be nasty, but it came out as kind of pleased. Mary had to admit, her daughter’s breasts were quite big. Yet they still had the perkiness of youth. Her little pink nipples poked outward.
It occurred to Mary that her daughter didn’t actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Michael. He was rubbing himself much faster.
Chastity slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed.
“Spread your legs a little, honey,” Mary said. She stepped forward and pulled Chastity’s knees apart. Her daughter’s sex was as purple as her son’s – her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.
“You getting turned on by your sister, Perv?” Chastity asked.
“Oh yes,” Michael said, like he couldn’t hear the insult. His whole body turned red. He was breathing like he’d just run a race. Michael started to rub even faster – completely focused on his sister’s naked body.
“OK, Michael. When you’re…”
“Oh FUCK, I’m going to…” Michael tried to jump forward but it was too late. His semen spurted onto his sister’s stomach and chest. He groaned as his body jerked, every ejaculation slowly covering his sister’s ample chest.
“Ewww, gross!” Chastity said as she was splashed with her brother’s sperm.
“You need to cum in your sister, dear, not on her,” Mary said, not unkindly, “Don’t worry. We’ll keep practicing and you’ll get it right eventually.” She rubbed his head lovingly. Michael looked down at what he’d done.
“Sorry,” Michael said, “I’m so sorry.” He ran out of the room.
Mary glared down at Chastity. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant by being supportive.”
“It’s not my fault he shot his spooge all over me,” Chastity said.
“You didn’t have to make him feel bad about it, though, did you?”
Chastity got up and started to wipe herself off with a tissue. She sighed. “Stupid, useless brother.”
“We’re all learning here,” Mary said, “I expect you to be more encouraging next time, OK?”
“You mean, like, beg him to stuff my aching pussy with his huge, hard cock until he blasts me full of his hot, sticky cum?”
“Well, maybe not that encouraging,” Mary said.
*
After a little time had passed, Mary went to her son’s room and talked to him. She told him that no one was upset. He just needed to learn to time things better.
“With Chastity there naked and watching me. I’m sorry, Mom. I lost control,” Michael said.
“I understand honey. And now we know how to fix things for next time,” Mary said.
Michael nodded. She thought, for a moment, she saw him smile.
“Chastity is very beautiful, isn’t she?” Mary said.
“She’s OK.”
“And Hope,” Mary said, “Don’t you think she’s pretty?”
“Sure, I guess. They’re my sisters. Chastity’s so mean and Hope’s always being bossy. It’s hard for me to think of them that way.”
“And Tabitha?”
“Oh, Tabby’s gorgeous. Everyone knows that,” Michael said.
“Mmhmm,” Mary said, “You’re a very lucky boy.”
“I suppose I am.”
*
After the previous day’s debacle, Mary knew she needed to adjust her idea of how things would go. Just randomly selecting a sister in the moment was too complicated. They needed to make the process as easy as possible to start with. Later, once they had a system, they could be less organized about things.
She also decided that Michael may have been right. Mary had no doubt that Chastity would be fine in the long run, but she probably wasn’t the best choice for a first try. And if the 20-year old blonde had struggled with doing things right, then starting things off with baby, brunette Tabitha was out of the question. Plus Michael’s own reactions to his little sister were a bit troubling. This was supposed to be functional, not fantasy.
So, Mary made Michael promise the next day to masturbate at a certain time. He grumbled and complained but he agreed. Then she made sure Hope would be around at the right moment and ready. Mary told her oldest daughter to wait in her room, already naked. Then she went to Michael and told him he could begin.
Mary waited in the hallway while her son went to work. She thought it would be a few minutes, but a good amount of time passed before she heard her son’s door open. He was naked again and cradling his penis the same way he had before. It looked a little larger this time, somehow.
Mary led him back to Hope’s bedroom. The tall brunette knew to expect them, so Mary didn’t bother to knock. She opened the door and shoved Michael inside.
Much like her sister the day before, Hope lay back naked on top of the covers. She was long enough that her feet hung off the end of the bed. Hope was very thin with tiny, barely-there breasts. Her brown hair was still neatly tied back in a ponytail. Hope was very beautiful – all my girls are, Mary thought proudly – and she could see by Michael’s reaction to his naked sister that he found her attractive as well. Despite his earlier denial.
Hope smiled at her brother and gestured warmly for him to enter.
“It’s OK, Michael,” Hope said, “I’m here for you.” She opened her legs, raising her knees to give Michael easy access to her sex. Michael stood at the end of the bed, penis in his hand. He was stroking it so fast, Mary could barely see his fist.
“Are you getting close?” Hope asked. Michael just moaned and nodded.
“When you’re ready,” Mary said, “Don’t wait too long like last time.”
Michael stepped forward and lined his penis up with his sister’s vagina. He did his best to still rub it as he did. Then, slowly, he moved the head so it was lodged in his oldest sister’s opening. She made a little “hmph” noise as he entered her for the first time.
“OH! Wow,” Michael said, “Hope. You feel so…”
“Much better than a hand, isn’t it, son?” Mary said.
“Incredible,” Michael said. His eyes filled with wonder at the pleasure he could feel just from being inside a woman.
“Get it all in there,” Mary said, “I don’t want any to escape.”
Michael leaned forward and Mary saw his shaft disappear into his sister’s body. Hope bit her lip. Tossed her head back.
“So good…” Michael said. He reached down to start rubbing his penis again but found there wasn’t enough shaft to grab. He looked back at Mary with a sad, confused face.
“Pump her,” Mary said, “Just a little. To make your stuff come out.”
Michael drew back then pushed forward. Hope let out a deep breath as he did so. In. Out. Two more times. Then suddenly Michael convulsed. His testicles jumped upward. And Mary knew that her son was spending inside her daughter.
“Oh YES!” Michael cried.
“MMMmmmph,” Hope gasped. Michael stayed in his sister until he stopped shaking. Then slowly pulled back. Mary saw a bit of white liquid leak from the head of his penis.
“NO!” she shouted and shoved Michael back inside his sister. The two siblings stood there, connected, looking at each other almost with wonder. Michael’s penis gently pulsed inside Hope. Only after she was satisfied that all of her son’s sperm had been left in the proper place, Mary let Michael pull out.
Hope sat up like it was nothing. She grabbed a tissue and held it to her dripping sex. Mary supposed that so long as the sperm was in Hope’s vagina initially, God couldn’t be too concerned if it leaked out later.
Michael stood over his sister, his deflating penis still in his hand. He was shivering slightly.
“What do you say?” Mary asked.
“Thank you, sis.”
“No problem, Michael,” Hope said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some reading to do for class.”
“Excellent,” Mary said, “Remember, Michael, if you need Hope again, just let her know, OK?”
Michael nodded, seriously.
*
Now that everything had gone so well with Hope, Mary was ready to try again with Chastity. As Hope had done, the blonde girl got undressed and then waited for her brother to show up. Michael came into the room soon after, Mary trailing behind him.
Chastity’s room smelled strongly of her sex again. She gave her brother a smarmy grin, then turned it sweet for her Mother.
“Try not to blow it, little bro,” Chastity said.
Mary thought there was little chance of that. Michael had come out of his room much more quickly this time, and Mary thought his penis looked a bit less primed. But she knew that it was folly to assume that every time would be exactly the same. That’s why they needed to practice.
Michael lightly stroked his cock, while Chastity slid forward, putting her open vagina at the edge of the bed.
“Remember Michael, just like with Hope,” Mary said.
Michael nodded, then fed his penis into his sister’s sex. He didn’t stop at the head this time, but instead buried himself to the hilt inside Chastity. Then he started rocking back and forth.
The room was filled with squelching sounds as Michael slid inside his sister.
“Ffffff… She’s really tight,” Michael said, “Feels so good.”
“Better than Hope?” Chastity asked, grinning wickedly.
“I’m sure everyone feels different, dear,” Mary said, “But also equally as good. Right Michael?”
“Y… Yes. Oh Yes.”
“OK honey,” Mary said, “Just go ahead and…”
As if on impulse, Michael’s arms shot out and suddenly grabbed his older sister’s massive breasts. Mary expected Chastity to scream and slap him, but instead she sort of grunted and let him grope at her.
Almost as soon as he touched his sister’s chest, Michael’s body began to cinch. “Oh… Oh GOD!”
“Is he doing it?” Mary asked.
“Yuh. Oh yeah,” Chastity said, “I can feel it spurting in me. I was wrong before. When I said his sperm was icky. It’s actually kind of awesome.”
“OK, good. Remember not to pull out too soon, Michael.” Mary said. Her son nodded as the pleasure washed over him.
*
Mary thought that would be it for the day, but later that night she heard a knock on her door. When she opened it, she saw Michael, standing there and looking pained. His penis peeked through the doorway.
“Oh,” Mary said, “OK.”
Michael tried to lead her to Tabitha’s room, but Mary dragged him back toward Hope’s. She knocked on her daughter’s door and then opened it.
“Hey, what’s…” Hope looked up and saw her naked brother standing behind his mother. Penis at the ready. “Oh! OK, sure.”
Hope jumped up and shucked off her pajamas – the same red plaid ones all the girls wore. Then Hope lay back down on her bed, her legs spread lewdly. Michael looked down at his oldest sister and grinned. Without a word, he went between Hope’s legs.
Hope gasped as her brother entered her. Michael started pumping right away. Already a veteran. Hope looked over at her mother and made a sour face.
“It shouldn’t be much longer, now,” Mary said.
“It’s not fair,” Hope said, “Chastity told me Michael played with her breasts before, but he’s not even touching mine.
“Michael, play with your sister’s breasts.”
“Yes Mom. Sorry Sis,” Michael reached over and took Hope’s tiny breasts in his hands. He tweaked her nipples, too.
“It’s OK,” Hope said, “I forgive… OH!”
“God Hope, you feel so good!” Michael shuddered and fell forward.
Hope made a long low whine. Her chest and face went cherry red. Her legs kicked out. Twitched. She squeaked out little sounds and her green eyes squeezed shut. Wrapped her arms around her brother’s back and shook.
Mary knew her daughter didn’t mean to, but Hope was clearly experiencing an orgasm as her brother filled her with his cum.
*
After it was over, Mary walked Michael back to his room.
“I think we’ve got this,” she told him, “You don’t have to come get me every time now. Just grab Hope or Chastity and do what you need to do.
Michael nodded, then leaned down and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks Mom. I mean… For everything.”
Mary smiled wide. She’d really, truly done it.
*
The next afternoon, a naked Michael ran into the living room like the house was on fire. His erect penis flopped comically as he ran
“Mom? We have a problem.”
“I thought we solved this,” Mary said, pausing her movie. Michael explained that Hope wasn’t in her room and so he’d gone to Chastity. But she had told him it was her fertile time. Mary went into the kitchen and looked at the calendar. Sure enough, Chastity would be out of the rotation for a few days.
That meant only Tabitha was left. After everything had gone so well with Hope and Chastity, Mary had quietly decided not to involve her youngest daughter. Now though, it looked like Tabitha was the only option. Mary was glad that Michael had come to her, first.
“I thought it would be best,” Michael said. They walked together over to Tabitha’s room. Michael’s penis seemed not to flag even a little. Oh, to be young again.
Mary went in first and found Tabitha watching a movie on Netflix. The small, brown-haired girl took off her headphones.
“Hi Mom, what’s wrong?”
“It’s your brother.”
“Oh, is it my turn?” Tabitha asked. She quickly stood. “Hope and Chastity told me all about it. I can’t wait. I mean, ummm, I can’t wait to help my brother.”
Tabitha quickly got undressed and lay down in the bed. She really was a mix of her older sisters. She had Chastity’s broad shoulders and baby-making hips, combined with Hope’s smaller breasts and thinner arms. She smiled, almost eagerly.
Then Michael stepped into the room. He’d clearly been stroking his penis while he waited, and it stuck out angrily. He looked down at his sister and gaped.
“God Tabitha. You’re amazing. I mean, even better than I… um. Wow.”
Tabitha smiled at her brother, warmly. Then she saw what he was holding and her eyes went wide.
“It’ll be fine,” Mary said.
“I know, it’s just… I’ve never seen one before,” Tabitha said, “At least not outside a textbook. It’s a little imposing.”
Mary didn’t want her baby daughter to have a bad experience with this. If it was too much, Tabitha might not do it again and then they’d be down to only two options. As that day had proven, it was helpful to have a third. Even if it was only for emergencies.
Mary knew that Tabitha was very cerebral, so she wondered if explaining things a bit clinically would help her get over the initial shock. Tabitha nodded. She sat up on the bed. Her little breasts – a bit larger than Hope’s, but not by much – hung down as best they could.
“Come here, Michael,” Mary said. Her son walked up and stood in front of his baby sister. His sex pointed almost right at her mouth. “This is your brother’s penis.” Mary gestured at Michael’s member, careful not to touch it.
“It’s also called a cock,” Michael said. Tabitha giggled girlishly.
“When he rubs it, it gets hard. Erect,” Mary said.
“Uh huh.”
“Would you maybe like to touch it?” Michael asked, “You know, see how it feels?”
Tabitha reached up and grabbed her older brother’s penis. His cock, Mary corrected herself. It sounded like a porn word, but if that’s what he called it, who was she to tell him differently?
Tabitha and Michael gasped in unison as her tiny hand wrapped around his shaft.
“Oh Tabby,” Michael said.
“It feels so warm,” Tabitha said, “Soft. But also strong.”
“It gets hard so it can go in your vagina,” Mary said, “When it’s in you and it’s your time, Michael’s cock will produce sperm and that’s how you get babies.”
“I know that part, Momma,” Tabitha said. She hadn’t taken her hand off her brother’s cock.
“Well, are you ready to try it?” Mary asked. Tabitha smiled and leaned back, resting her head on her pillow.
“Oh Tabitha,” Michael said, taking his penis in hand again, “I’ve always… I mean, when I would. Back in my room. You were always the one I…”
“You’re rambling nonsense, dear,” Mary said.
“It’s OK, Michael,” Tabitha said. “I’m ready when you are.”
Michael stepped a little closer to his sister and started stroking, slowly. “It’s a little… I just need some more time,” he said.
“You could just put it in me,” Tabitha said with a grin. “Might be more scientific that way.”
“Not till he’s ready,” Mary said, “You’re accepting your brother’s sperm so he doesn’t go to Hell. You’re not fu… Having intercourse.”
“Right,” Tabitha said, “Duh. Does that feel good, Michael? Rubbing it? I mean, like, in a learning sense. So I know for when I’m married.”
“You look so awesome, Tabitha,” Michael said, “It feels so good.”
“In what way?” Tabitha asked.
“It’s just this like building pleasure” Michael said, “I slide the loose skin up and down. It’s fantastic. Especially when I go over the head.”
“Hmmmm… It did feel really nice in my hand,” Tabitha said.
“OK, enough learning time,” Mary said, “Let’s get this over with. I’m in the middle of a movie here.”
“OK,” Michael said, “I’m getting close.” He moved in front of his sister, and, as before, took his cock and rested it at her dripping opening. Tabitha looked down at their impending connection. Entranced.
Michael started sliding into his sister. “Oh, Tabby Cat, I always dreamed of…” Suddenly he stopped. He’d gotten himself halfway in.
“What’s wrong?” Mary asked.
“I don’t know,” Michael said, looking at his mother in confusion, “There’s some kind of barrier there or something. Maybe Tabitha’s puss… I mean her vagina. Maybe it’s really small.”
Mary almost laughed when she realized what he was saying. He’d reached his sister’s hymen. Come to think of it, Mary wondered why Michael hadn’t had this issue with his other two sisters. Well it was a problem to be pondered another time.
“Can you stroke yourself while you’re still in her like that?” Mary asked.
“Not really,” Michael said.
“Well, do your best with what you have,” Mary said, “I’m sure it’ll be enough.”
“Yeah, but. I’m worried some of it might spill out.”
“Good point,” Mary said, suddenly concerned.
“It’s OK, Momma,” Tabitha said, “He can push it in more. I feel like he can.”
“You sure, honey?” Mary asked.
Michael pulled back a bit, then slid forward. “I can feel it give a little.”
“Me too,” Tabitha said, “Try pushing harder.”
“You sure Tabitha?” Michael asked, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tabitha nodded. Michael drew back. This time he really drove into his sister. Tabitha screamed. Michael groaned.
“OH!” Tabitha cried, “Oh fffuck.”
“Are you OK?” Mary asked.
“Y… yeah. I did it. His… I feel it shooting inside me.”
Michael waited, then pulled out. His penis was streaked with blood. “Oh God. I’m so sorry, sis. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really didn’t.”
“It’s OK, Michael,” Mary said, and patted him on the back. Tabitha sat up and Mary handed her a few tissues. Thick, pinkish goo dripped out of her vagina.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Tabitha said, “Just feels a little weird. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be ready by the next time you need me.”
“Are you sure?” Michael said, “Maybe it’s better if I don’t…”
“Don’t even think it,” Tabitha said, “I want to help the family the same as everyone else.”
*
Now Mary assumed her job was truly done. All three girls were trained for the next emergency. Eventually, Michael would grow out of this faze and his sisters could stop providing for him. Until then, Mary was happy to stay out of it.
However, unintentionally, Mary had set herself up as the director of this entire project and so she found she couldn’t escape her responsibilities. She was in charge of the calendar – the siblings relied on her to “assign” Michael a sister when it was time. Like a dirty maitre d’. Further, since Mary had been present at all of the initial attempts, the children treated her as the expert, the coordinator and, when necessary, the referee.
Still, Mary tried to disentangle herself as much as possible. The next time Michael came to her with a “need,” Mary showed him the calendar and explained how it worked. She told him that he, too, could simply decide which sister was the most appropriate and act accordingly.
“I just feel more comfortable when you do it, Mom,” Michael said, “When it’s me on my own it feels kind of wrong. Pervy. But if we decide as a family…”
“I can’t be here every time you need to do your thing,” Mary said, “I have to work, too, honey. But I understand you want to respect your sisters. You’re being a good brother. I’ll do my best to help out when I can.”
So, Mary reviewed the calendar with Michael. As it turned out, with Hope out for an early run and Chastity still in the danger zone, It was Tabitha’s turn again. Michael’s baby sister was going from excused to almost overused. Well, there was no other option – Mary sent her son up to request Tabitha’s help.
Mary heard the bedroom door shut behind him. She went back to folding clean clothes. But suddenly she heard footsteps and saw her naked daughter standing over her, looking distraught.
“We need a little help,” Tabitha said, her tiny breasts still jiggling from her run over. Tabitha lead her mother into her room. Michael stood to the side looking sheepish. Tabitha jumped back on the bed, knocking her stuffed bears to the side. She resumed the position. Knees elevated. Thighs apart.
“I’m having a little trouble, ummmm. Getting going,” Michael said, “I thought I was ready, but when I came in here it just…”
“Then go back to your room until you really are ready,” Mary said. She pushed her hair out of her eyes. Seriously? How had this boy been masturbating on his own all this time?
“I can’t lie here and wait,” Tabitha said, “I have class in a couple minutes. Can’t we do something to, like, speed him up?”
Both children looked to their Mother earnestly. “Honestly, you two,” she said, “I’m not the expert in these things. But it seems as though Michael is just nervous. Tabitha, honey, are you doing your best to make Michael comfortable?”
“I mean, I guess,” Tabitha said, “I was only asking him questions about his penis. Like how it worked, how it felt. Stuff like that.”
“Well, there you go, honey,” Mary said, “You can’t interrogate the boy while he’s building up like that.”
“Oh,” Tabitha said, “I’m sorry Michael. I didn’t mean to. What can I do to fix it, Momma?”
“Well, maybe you could do things that would make Michael feel more comfortable. Like, say nice things about him.”
“Michael, your penis looks very nice,” Tabitha said.
“Thanks?” Michael said. He’d resumed slowly stroking himself, but he was clearly still not at full mast.
“That’s a good start,” Mary said, “Try saying other things. And use the word cock, your brother appears to prefer it. We should respect that.”
“Michael your cock looks really tumescent. I can’t wait to have it inside my vagina.”
“A little less clinical, honey.”
“Maybe you could try, like, touching yourself, too,” Michael said, “Not like masturbating. I know that would be wrong. Just, like, little rubs that show you’re enjoying what you see.”
“That’s a good idea,” Mary said, “Just don’t get too into it, like your brother said.”
Tabitha rubbed her little breast, being sure to tweak the pinkish nipple. With her other hand, she reached down and sort of teased at her opening. She clearly had no idea what she was doing, but the young brunette managed to make a believable appearance of enjoying herself.
“Don’t forget the talking, dear.”
“Oh yes,” Tabitha said, “Michael, I know you think about me when you… do stuff. I think about you, too sometimes. Here I am. Waiting for you. Wanting you. Please come give me your cock. It looks so good. I want it so bad.”
Mary thought Tabitha’s speech sounded pretty forced, but it clearly did the trick for her son. He lunged forward and buried himself in his little sister. She gasped, but it clearly wasn’t as painful as the last time. Tabitha looked down, interested at where her brother and she were now joined. She smiled and clapped.
“Yay! Thanks, Momma.” Tabitha reached for her brother’s hands and pulled them onto her breasts. He squeezed them both, like testing for ripeness. Apparently this was part of the procedure now. Michael moved in and out, then shuddered. He fell forward.
Tabitha giggled. “It feels so neat, erupting inside me.”
“Oh yes,” Michael said, his head buried between his sister’s breasts.
“Well, very good,” Mary said, “Just remember what we learned for next time.”
Both siblings nodded simultaneously. Michael’s eyes glazed over with post-sex stupor. His sister’s, though, stayed bright and wanting.
*
Again, Mary thought she finally had things figured out. But, again, Michael ran out to find her when he needed help.
“I thought we talked about this,” Mary said, standing over the hot stove and stirring.
“We did,” Michael said, “And we agreed that it’s creepy for me to just commandeer a sister.”
“You’re not whatevering your sisters. That’s why the calendar is up. It literally tells you who you should go to for help.”
