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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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