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Subject: {ASSM} Minding Others, Parts 1 and 2 (mf, mF, mc, incest, reluct, slow)
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Minding Others
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
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- Chapter 1 -

I have an older brother and two younger sisters. Mother is divorced,
and my few memories of my father aren't so memorable. He left us while
mom was pregnant with Shelley. I forgot about him by the time I
learned to jerk off. Once when I was nine years old, I interrupted
Rodney masturbating in the john. Of course anything he could do I had
to ape. His face burned red, and I though he was angry with me, but he
was just embarrassed. He tried to tell me it was no big deal, but his
voice quivered like I'd caught him flushing a loved but dead pet. The
rest of my sexual education I picked up from mom and school. When I
asked her a question, mother would answer briefly but reasonably. Long
before puberty turned my life into a freak show, I had seen no less
than five 'serious' films about it. Mother answered my other
questions, but I was shy about asking. That's not surprising,
considering my older brother's embarrassment, my mother's terseness,
school's antiseptic treatment, and American culture's manic-depressive
sexual lifestyle. Since puberty, I've made some changes, but the world
isn't yet the sex positive heaven I'm fucking to create.

Puberty bloomed late in my life. My dick spurted cum for the first
time when I was fourteen. The rest of my adult changes also arrived
slowly. Sediment grows faster than the hair on my face, groin, and
armpits. I may be a little short at 5' 7", but my penis isn't. It was
lucky to get a couple extra inches over the national average, and I'm
glad it's not bigger. Most of my younger 'friends' don't enjoy getting
their cervixes pounded. At fourteen, I was pretty anxious about the
fact I hadn't developed, and I took a lot of teasing.

I remember being ill on my first day of manhood, very ill. Fever's
sweat soaked me, and I thrashed upon my bed from hallucinations. I
dreamed about witches and curses. They flew on Snoopy dog-house
Sopwith Camels, buzzing all around me. The witches kept sucking me
into their dog house entrances. For a moment I'd be cold, huddled in
darkness, shivering, trying to shake my fear. I held my cock for
warmth. Then a spark of frustration leapt within my heart. It erupted
into fire, and I burned my way out of the dog house with flaming piss.

The witch would fall from the sky in a smoking, roaring spiral. I
heard her curse me. I heard them all curse me, until every flying
witch had been burned out of the sky. It was the same curse, each
time. "Mind yourself child, or you'll grow up minding others!"

"You'll grow up minding others!"

"You'll grow up minding others!"

...all the way down, until they hit the ground and burst into dust.

I burst somewhere between my legs. I was wrapped in blankets. My
senses reeled, overloaded and confused. Mother, hovering close,
pressed cold compresses to my forehead, trying to soothe me.

"They're just bad dreams, honey. They'll go away. Can you hear me?"

I saw her. At least, what I saw was mostly composed of her features.
She didn't look like a witch. She was beautiful, extra beautiful,
lovelier than sunsets on tropical islands, lovelier than street lamps
in fog, lovelier than the moon over a mountain camp.

"I love you mother!" I spoke wildly.

"Oh, baby. You'll get better." She hugged me through the blankets.

I kept shivering. The wetness between my legs was cooling. I thought I
had peed on myself. I was suddenly so embarrassed. When you're
fourteen, there's nothing like wetting your bed in front of your
mother to chill a fever.

"Oh shit!" I shouted, and immediately was more embarrassed.

"What's the matter?"

"Mommy, oh mommy... I-I uh, I think I..." I gulped. "I'm so cold!" My
vision remained blurry. I couldn't tell if the blankets were as wet on
the outside as they felt on the inside. They kept crawling over my
body.

For a second, I imagined mom crawling under the covers with me. Then I
imagined she was a cow standing in the room, chewing on my Godzilla
doll. My head wasn't in the clear yet. I blacked out.

I woke again to the sound of splashing. I was splashing in the tub. It
was full of ice! I was freezing, and my head felt like a rock. I
looked around the bathroom gripping the edge of the tub ready to
execute a hasty escape.

Rodney laughed. "Brother, stay right were you are. If you start raving
about butt fucking tele-evangelists again, I'll drive you to one of
them and let them drive the devil out of you."

My brother watched too much television.

"I'm freezing! Let me out of here." I tried to get up, but he was a
good two years older, and HIS puberty was a distant memory. He held me
in the tub with one hand.

"MOM! I think his fever broke." Rodney yelled at the top of his lungs.

She had been waiting outside the door. She opened it and shuffled in.
Averting her eyes from my body, she held out a thick towel. "Get him
up and help dry him. I'll get a blanket to wrap him." She left.

I managed to stand and step out of the tub by myself, but my arms were
weak. I could barely hold the towel. Rodney didn't seem embarrassed at
all about drying my scrawny, naked self.

"Your fever isn't all that broke, eh Jules?" He grinned at me.

I was hugging myself and shivered. "Huh?"

He toweled me efficiently. "...but did you have to do it in front of
mother?" Rodney laughed then.

"Oh crud, you aren't going to tell anyone, are you? I haven't wet my
bed since I was a toddler."

He suddenly laughed harder. "You thought it was pee?"

"Of course, I..." I shut up.

Rodney smiled big and looked at me in a way I hadn't seen before.
"Welcome to the club."

"Oh GOD, mother saw THAT?" My jaw hung low.

"I'm not sure. When she told me to haul your ass into the bathtub, she
might not have seen the stain down your pajama bottoms. She probably
couldn't tell cum stains from sweat. You might get away clean... at
least with her." Big brother got way too serious then.

"You. You're the one who took them off." I had a new reason to
tremble.

"You owe me big time, brother. I even washed your dick." He just
laughed and laughed, until a blanket hit him in the back.

"I didn't hear that!" Mother shouted.

For the remainder of my recuperation there was no more talk about
dicks or cum, but I couldn't keep them out of my mind. My
hallucinations had ended, but the image of fire shooting out of my
dick haunted me like an owl in a tree. I wanted to see if I came the
next time I jacked off. Unfortunately, I had to wait. With my mother
swirling about, checking my health, I didn't feel safe enough to try
out my new ability. She'd even check on me in the middle of the night.

By the forth day, I was feeling pretty horny. I didn't feel sick at
all. I wandered about the house keeping my erections hidden as best I
could and annoying everyone with a lot of, "Oh pity my sick self - let
me watch what I want to watch on TV." or "Do we have to have lima
beans? I think they make me feel worse." Everyone, except my brother
seem extra agitated. Mom increased her knocks at my door during the
night, and my two sisters literally bounced off the walls.

"I think it was Shell who started it, but maybe it was Lynn. They
managed to plant footprints as high as the key hooks in the entrance
way. Mom heard the pounding and stopped their little contest straight
away. She sent them outside. Rodney shook his head when he told me
about it. "She actually yelled at them. Looks like you aren't the only
one growing up."

"Mom must not be happy about that." I felt sorry for her. All her kids
were starting to lose their adoration for her, except for me. Little
Shelley was nine, and Lynn was eleven. "Their jumping against the
walls woke me up. I heard mother yell, 'What the fuck are you doing?'"
None of us had ever heard her say, fuck.

Big brother looked at me. "You should get some sun." He left me
sitting on the couch. The TV was on 'mute'. I watched it for a little
longer. I heard the front door let Rodney out. Mother walked into the
living room a little while after he left. She looked a fright.

In my wild imaginations during my fever, my mind had exaggerated her
appearance. Mom was good looking, but no model. She was a little
chubby and slightly taller than me. Her hair was undone, and bags held
her eyes for ransom. Something about her eyes struck me. They seemed
to be holding something back. Something eerie. My dick hardened.

"Honey, mommy's going to her room for a little while. Don't disturb
your mommy for a little while, okay?"

"Uh sure." I blinked. She looked like she needed a nap really bad. She
didn't repeat herself very often. Little while.

As I watched my mom, I actually gave a damn about the clothes she was
wearing. They were a jumble of styles, poorly matched. She had on a
white pair of slacks and wore a cream yellow sweater over a pink
blouse. Dust and grime spotted them somewhat. Down her back, her dark
hair hung in ratty disarray. She disappeared up the stairs.

My cock reminded me about the changes that were happening in my body.
It reminded me that I had the house to myself for a 'little while'. I
hopped off the couch and climbed quickly to my room. I shed my clothes
in record time. I swear my cock grew fingers and slipped out of my
briefs by itself. My fingers were wrapped tightly about my seven inch
shaft well before my body fell back on my bed.

"Ohh, I wish I could fuck somebody!" I whispered. My hand pulled
firmly but slowly. I like slow fucks. They really get me high. I don't
start beating it hard until I'm just about ready to shoot. Then it's
like rockets. God, how I love to get off! Just because I didn't cum
before, didn't mean I didn't climax when I was younger. Why else would
I have done it?

I thought of my mother. She was so, oh I don't know. I didn't think
about fucking her. I spit into my hand and really gave my cock a good,
slippery massage. I thought about my mother walking away from me, her
round ass swaying. I imagined the yellow sweater. I imagined her
taking off her pink blouse, right through her sweater as if by magic.
I imagined her walking as she pulled it right off in front of me. I
imagined her turning around at the hallway and raising her arms above
her. Her tits covered by soft yellow wool. Dark nipples hinted beneath
it.

"Ohhhhhh!" This wasn't going to take very long. My cock pulsed with
inspiration. It had been severely neglected. Usually, I beat off once
or twice a day. I looked at my fine cock. I gazed down my hairless
chest and my other hand toyed with my testicles. I've got a good body,
I tell myself. My balls rumbled. I imagined sticking my cock into my
mother's mouth and forcing her to suck it.

"Suck it now!" I whispered intensely.

I got a new feeling then, one that I've never felt since. My balls
hurt briefly as if they had to burst through some male hymen to blast
their load through my dick and shoot it high into the air. I showered
my stomach and hips and thighs and bed cover with thick, white cum.

"AAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!! OOoooohhhhhh!" I jacked my cock like there was
no tomorrow. My crotch muscles contracted. My brain flew with release.
I imagined my mother swallowing my cum, every drop. Then I stopped
thinking about her, in my fantasy. I heard her yell from her bedroom.
I couldn't make out the words, but I did understand what she was
saying. It was the same thing I had just yelled.


- Chapter 2 -

The next day, I felt great! But I had to go to school. That day was
the worst of my life. By comparison, the next night made it seem
casual.

Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives
of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck
slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school
than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it.

"A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my
side. We walked to school. Lynn and Shelley's primary school was only
ten blocks away. Rodney and I walked together across three main
streets and two back alleys to get to high school. I was a proud
freshman. Rodney was a far less proud Junior, but he did enjoy the
girls, and they enjoyed him. Whenever any should happen to cross our
path, I became a ghost. 'Lousy chicks', I thought while walking four
paces behind my popular brother.

This day, my first outside of quarantine, the air was particularly
clear, the sun exceptionally bright, and the girls had reached a new
high state of undress for the summer season.

"Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first
to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports
cars.

"Tell us about the kind of engine you like." Sabrina spoke softly,
right next to his ear. "Is it a big engine, with lots of horse power?"
She hung on to his right arm as if she'd blow away in the wind if she
let go. She was anorexic enough to support that theory.

Ursula wouldn't be beat. "If you bring the engine, I'll bring the
leather for your seat." She breathed hotly. Her chest was so big you
could only tell she was breathing by the vapor that steamed out her
ears.

Yep, the girls were in perfect form. I grimaced and casually tried to
position my hard-on to a more comfortable angle.

"Eewe!" Ursula noticed me. She pouted and flung her long hair to block
me from her sight.

Girls my age wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't bad looking,
but I was definitely shy. My brother was many a freshman girl's idol,
and I was his unseen shadow. To give the big guy credit, he had a
steady girlfriend, and he was faithful.

Wendy laughed every time she saw the arm candy who tried to score her
sweetshop. She was always waiting for him at the top of the school's
front steps.

"Lose the ho's my dearest darling, or I'll eat them for lunch."

"Bitch!" Ursula and Sabrina spit quietly in unison. It was their usual
cue to attempt their undermining another day. This day, as I have
warned, was to be cut from a new bolt of cloth.

Ursula suddenly grabbed my brother's hand and literally shoved it up
under her tank top. "Do you like my surprise, honey? Today I'm going
to show you don't have to settle for witch's tits." She tried to force
his hand to rub her covered but not hidden nipples.

Sabrina too was strangely smitten. She crawled like an express snail
up Rodney's hips and gripped his torso with her scrawny legs. If her
cunt had been bared it might have chewed right through his jeans.

"Fuck that, honey. Limber pussy is what you really need."

Rod, rarely at a loss for words, found himself in the center of a
wilderness of unfamiliar territory.

Wendy moved first, to rescue him. She was nearly as aghast as he. If
she were all cat, she couldn't have pounced more sinuously. Her hands
proceeded to bitch slap the two freshmen before they could blink. I
half expected a full cat-fight with my poor brother clawed to pieces
between them, but nothing so fantasy-fulfilling could have happened
that day. For Wendy suddenly paused. The other girls were still caught
off their guards.

Rodney tried to speak first. "Hey, hey. None of this makes any sen..."

Wendy's eyes had grown very large. She wrapped her arms around my
brother and kissed him passionately on the lips. The other two didn't
seem to register the total redness on their cheeks. They clutched
their intended booty with equal desire.

About one hundred students turned to witness the first four-way of
fully clothed sex, never imagined. Three women, right before my very
eyes were hunching and rubbing their privates all over my brother.
Rodney tried to politely extract himself from the grip of three
blatant competitors. He was as successful as a fly in a pitcher plant.

 I was so embarrassed - my cock pushed my trousers out like a divining
rod aimed directly at the source of it's origin. Nobody noticed me.
Fortunately, Miss Helen Hargrove didn't either.

"What on earth? ...and on school grounds, even!" She hollered as only
a harpy of her age and ugliness could. Shrill trills temporarily broke
the strange spell enveloping the central scene. "Children, cease that
foulness, IMMEDIATELY!!"

She stood her ground, six steps up and one yard beneath Glen Loch High
School's stone edifice.

Lewd movements hesitated. Rodney found his escape, and he leaped for
clear ground. The girls were obviously torn. They acted like a rat
trio discovered in the nest of a hawk. It might catch only one or two
of them if they scattered.

Vice Principal Hargrove was an outcast peahen defending her pride from
a harem of younger hens. Her reputation as a hard ass was more
important than her charges' futures.

"I'll expel the lot of you! Follow me this instant!" She huffed and
turned to walk inside, fully expecting her four prisoners to join
behind.

Unknown to me, I had been hedging my position farther and farther from
the center of attention, directly away from Miss Hardass. Once more, a
shift occurred in the faces of the three teenage girls. True horror
gripped them. They were suddenly meek and tearful. They began their
assent to certain hell. Rodney noticed the change and after looking at
me with both stymied and reassuring expressions, he trailed behind his
recent assailants. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. My
cock finally found some rest, at least until my third period class.

Holly Winters was my one stumbling block to fame and fortune. She sat
ahead of me in our history class. She was stunning. Holly was smart,
beautiful, outgoing, as popular as myself, and above all hated me with
a passion. When I wasn't dreaming about her body, I was neurotically
imagining what terror she would next visit upon me.

"Hi shit-zits." She turned to grin at me. "I hear the old bro' got
quite a reception this morning. If I had been there, it wouldn't have
been a contest. There'd be three cunts cumming from my mouth and hands
before they had a chance to catch dick. She spun back around,
uninterested in any reply. That's the other inflaming part of Holly,
her flaming dykitude. It was the reason Mr. Corothers surrounded her
seat with boys.

After her enlightening lecture, I wished I had masturbated that
morning, not that it would have helped. My cock would have sprouted
wood after cumming five minutes before Holly slipped into her seat. It
was always a show for her, to show the guys what they were missing. I
wished I could show her. My cock tried in spite of my typical shyness.
I tried to pay attention to world history.

"After the Bolsheviks took power in 1917, czarist loyalists, White
Russians, waged a futile struggle against the Red Army for over a year
before finally being cornered in their last stronghold in Siberia."
Mr. Corothers droned. For such a young instructor, he recited like a
monotone, middle aged coot.

I felt like I was in Siberia, cornered by the heat of my loins in
proximity to my greatest longing. I couldn't help but take a quick
glance at the ice queen of heterosexuality. If only I could tell my
cock the futility of its struggle.

Holly wasn't paying attention either. She seemed to be looking for
something in the room. She glanced my way, briefly. Her face, for the
first time wasn't flush with mockery. She looked worried. Her hands
nervously clutched her pants. I could almost swear she was digging
into her own thighs, but my view of them vanished as she looked
elsewhere. Anyone with imagination might have guessed she was trying
to masturbate, but that wasn't what I saw. Her knuckles were white
from the tightness of her grip.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I dared to whisper. I was honestly concerned
for her. I might have been in total lust for Holly, but I actually
cared about her too. I knew her all lesbo offense was in reality a
defense. My words startled her.

Suddenly, she leaped up and cleared her throat. "Uh, I have to go to
the bathroom. Right Now." Our history teacher noticed her with a
pained, curious look. Holly's urgency was marked by her explanation
rather than her usual history of simply leaving.

"Hall pass is on the desk." The teacher answered and rolled his eyes.

Holly made it out of the room in record time. I heaved a huge sigh of
relief. My cock might have another chance to calm. Then I noticed the
other students around me. Ben, Carlo, Doug, Steve, Shamus, they were
goofing off as usual, or paying boredom induced attention to the
lecture. Two of the other three nearest girls, Kate and Belinda
sported expressions similar to Holly's, but less severe. Their hands
nattered in their laps.

An unexpected gasp issued ahead of me and to my left. The third
nearest, Carolyn something-or-other, had her hands on her chest and
she was slowly fondling her breasts and looking at the ceiling.

Immediately, the classroom ceased to be. All eyes turned. Mr.
Corothers consented to let his jaw hang open. Carolyn was not the
prettiest girl in class - she was the fattest. Her breasts were the
size of auto headlamps from the forties.  What you could make out of
her legs beneath her extended belly was a slow swirl of movement. She
was grinding thigh fat against her clitoris.

The room had become a theater. The men in the audience gulped
simultaneously. Even I forgot the existence of the other people in the
room. A virtual spotlight lit Carolyn's seat like angels from heaven.
She was lost in her physical search for release.

"Hhhhmmmmmnnng!" She intoned. Eyes closed, she exhaled another wanton
expression.

The door opened. Holly walked in. She placed the hall pass back on the
desk. She began to walk to her seat. I was but of a handful who
noticed her. I watched her eyes. They were clear and only a little
puzzled, but as she approached her seat, confusion and concern
reignited in them. Then she noticed Carolyn.

Holly was, like most teenagers, not morally opposed to putting less
socially acceptable peers into their supposedly deserved place. To say
it bluntly, she regularly called Carolyn a watermelon among peaches,
and she wasn't afraid to tell her. High school girls and their cruelty
are one of the best pieces of bad evidence supporting the theory of
Eve's original sin. Of course I, like my deserved peers, didn't dare
to defend 'losers' like Carolyn and ourselves. We scattered from each
other's sinking rafts like mice.

Holly shifted gears and direction without compromising her mesmerizing
wriggle. She turned on a dime and headed straight for the fat bitch in
heat. She actually kneeled in front of Carolyn and had reached up the
tent-like skirt before Mr. Corother's finally was able to rub two
brain cells together.

"Holly! G-get your head out of that dress." It was the best he could
come up with. It did the trick. Everyone could see Holly shake her
head under the colorful material and pull back out. She was blinking
and twitching, as if trying to resist a powerful spell. Carolyn's
sexuality was anybody's guess, but she hadn't reacted other than to
spread her legs for the lesbian's approach.

"I think," our guiding light of education started, "i-it might be best
if we... I dismissed class. Everyone, please leave calmly and
efficiently." Mr. Corothers clearly was neither in charge of the
situation or himself. Students slowly, hesitantly collected their
books and bags and wandered out.  Holly and Carolyn, he told to
remain... in their separate seats. Reaching the relatively safe
hallway, I darted for the johns. I immediately sought a lockable
toilet booth and jerked off a load of youthful cum all over its
interior.

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