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Minding Others
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
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- Chapter 9 -

Mother threw away her vial of boner retardant the next day. Whatever
it was, it certainly had a lasting impact. Maybe mother had been a
little too eager to teach her son a lesson, or maybe I shouldn't have
taken another slice of extra special tasting cake. Both probably
conspired to keep my penis soft until the following weekend. I didn't
really mind. For one thing, I didn't have to worry about Lynn or
Shell. And even Rodney fell in line as tensions lessened around the
house. Our sisters knew something strange was going on, (they
whispered to themselves in cautious tones) but for the rest of the
week, they couldn't fathom a single clue. For another thing, I went to
school studiously, while Rodney worked off the Vice Principle's enmity
by working in her office. He found out Miss Hardass was just as cruel
with her subordinates as she was with students.

"Jules, she's got more teachers upset with her than kids. Even the
other teachers in the district call her names. 'Miss Hardass' is a
kindness compared to some of them."

By Friday, Rod and I were almost back to square one. He sensed mother
had done something, and whatever it was, at least he felt I had been
dealt with. Nothing on this Earth could have made me confess.

On the other hand, mother's latent desires from her son's magic dick
faded, as did Wendy's. Neither of them attacked a man all week, at
least none that Rodney or I knew about. I could feel good about that,
too. But I sure missed feasting on mom's fantastic cunt meat. I didn't
care if I didn't get hard or cum. While I was sucking her, I had felt
like I was really in charge of her, more so than when my dick told her
to do whatever I willed.

Saturday morning changed everything.

I woke up much earlier than I usually did on the weekends. My head
swam lazily, warmed between two pillows, and my eyes resisted repeated
attempts to open them. If I didn't have to pee like crazy, I would
have simply fell back to sleep. Something else was going on too. I had
an erection, but it felt so strange. Eventually I struggled for full
consciousness and opened my eyes. I saw mother, stark naked, sucking
on my erect prick like it was manna from heaven, and she was finger
fucking herself like there was no tomorrow.

"Mmmmmnnngggg, mmmmmmm." She greeted me.

Suddenly I was comming. I thought I was peeing inside mom's mouth, but
the way it jerked out instead of streamed convinced me. Mom sucked
down every squirt and then it was her turn to shoot fireworks.
"MMMMMMGGGGGG!!! NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Her mouth never left my seven
towering inches. I wondered if she had missed it that much.

"Mom, what on Earth?" I lay amazed beneath her gorging mouth. She
ignored me until the last sparks in her brain zapped themselves out.
Finally, her mouth opened and she took a deep breath.

"Not too bad." She said to herself.

"MOM!" I cried.

"Oh hush up. You're acting as if you didn't understand."

"I don't"

She looked sharply at me, almost in accusation. "When I woke up this
morning, I found my fingers in my cunt. I rushed to your room and
found you in this state. I didn't dare wait a second longer, in case
Lynn or Shell were already up. They both like Saturday morning
cartoons."

"Oh." I didn't press the issue. Instead I raced to the bathroom.

I was pouring last night's soda pop into the toilet when the real shit
hit the fan.

"OH MY GOD, MOTHER!!!" Rodney called from below. His exclamation
rocked through the house. I heard mother race away, and I doubt she
had had time enough to dress in more than a robe.

I didn't bother to flush. I pulled on yesterday's shorts and ran
downstairs where Rod's commotion had begun. I reached the living room
in record time, but I was too late.

"YOU WHORE!! YOU STINKING, FILTHY CUNT OF A BITCH!!!!" Rodney screamed
at his mother. But mother wasn't looking at him.

I flashed my gaze to that which had struck her harder than my
brother's hatred. Before us Lynn and Shell, lay on the carpet, in
front of the television, sucking each others' lil' cunnys.

Two cherubs held themselves in an innocent, bare embrace. None of
their little titties had grown enough shape to stand distinct from
their adolescent bodies. Their cunts were hairless equally. Both of
their tight nubbins harbored eager tongues exploring youth's limits.
Lynn and Shell acted impervious to the scene around them. They rocked
together slowly, grunted softly, and mewed.

"I told you this would happen!" Rodney shouted.

"But Mom, I'm only half hard. Why aren't they stopping?"

"I-I don't know." She continued to stare at her girls. Her eyes
weren't completely clear, either.  "Honey? Baby? Lynn?  Shell?"

Both girls turn one of their eyes to their mother, and then like two
merged octopi they cuddled tighter.

"I-I guess they simply like it." Mother's breath shortened.

My cock normally would have softened after cumming as much as I had
from mother's earlier intervention. I should have stayed satisfied for
hours, but in the presence of my two innocent sisters sucking each
other's naked bodies to orgasm, it sprang back to life. My yellowed
pair of shorts tented as far as its cotton weave allowed. I forgot the
pain of my pressurized bladder. I thought only of how perfect sex
could be.

That most beautiful sight, two fearless lovers pleasuring themselves
on the thick carpet convinced me once and for all. I was not a demon.
My cock was an instrument that played music for all to dance. It piped
up a merry tune, and the house lights dimmed. I turned to my mother
and reached for her. Already, she was seeking me. Rodney resumed his
curses and threats, but his voice faded into the background and
disappeared.

"You're going to hell, I tell you, every one of you! You'll burn and
despair. You are wicked and deserve eternal punishment and
damnation..."

Mother's heavenly embrace found me, and we kissed fully. My arms
sneaked inside hers and gripped her waist. I tugged her close and the
only flesh not met with flesh were her loins pressing upon the bulge
in my shorts. Her wonderful breasts flattened against my chest and our
bodies writhed together filling the pores of our skin with each
other's oil.

I carefully constructed an image in my mind of Lynn and Shell, locked
together, slicking their hairless cunnys with spittle and lapping it
up with their eager tongues. Instead of forcing the image into a
scenario of my creation, I simply visualized them exactly as they
were. Their beautiful symmetry aroused me more than anything I ever
dreamed. For my mother, I concentrated upon our own actions, sensing
our reality and reinforcing it with my experience of it. In a fashion,
I created a feedback loop, but instead of magnifying or intensifying
our emotions my power locked into something new, something far more
powerful, and I immediately realized I was in perfect control.
Finally, after so many failures and missteps, my will freely affected
the world without it collapsing.

I was the calm center of a slow whirlwind. Sexuality eased around me
in a smear of young tongues and mature breasts, hairless cunnies and
dark thatches. My cock, raised like a director's baton, bowed to the
rhythms in the room. Always before, when I grasp the eddies, forcing
them into my fantasies, dictating my rhythm, I disturbed their
structure. Chaos brought the wind low and me with them. There and
then, I was a tall blade of grass leaning above the other blades,
leading them and writhing with them.

I had ultimately discovered the secret to my weird power, my first
sense of real control. At the time, I didn't have a name to call that
feeling, but later in my life I read an old Taoist fable that taught
the concept of no action. Even now I cannot provide an adequate
explanation, but I understood it implicitly, fully, there in the
center. One thing I can say about no action is, it requires the
absence of ego. When I recognized the magnificence of reality, I was
humbled. My two sisters, locked in embrace, untainted by guilt,
introduced my chemical lust to the realm of spirits connecting. I let
events occur as they may and integrated myself into them. Then, my
will perfectly affected the women around me. They understood and
obeyed. But too, my will was subject to theirs. We were bonded
sexually by our desires, but not by our egos. Our actions arose from a
deeper, collective source.

Even Rodney's paranoia had its place in the whole, but that was not
resolved until a couple weeks later. He fled the house, yelling into
the bright day, as if our whirling had shaken him clear.

I kissed my mother and accepted her tongue into my mouth, allowing it
to probe deep. I licked the tip of it with my own and then sucked it
gently. Her hands reached my ass and grasp the elastic band of my
shorts. She eased them down while her hips rocked her cunt against my
hard-on. My hands caressed the length of her back. When I breathed, my
chest rubbed her nipples. My tongue wound with hers, and we sucked
each other's saliva. My dick slipped free of my shorts just before her
hands could tug them no lower. I shrugged them down to the floor and
stepped out.

Small hands touched our legs. Shell and Lynn had broken their pairing
and had crawled over to us. They wanted new stimulations.

"Why is Rodney angry?" Shell asked innocently.

Mother broke our kiss. "Oh honey, he just doesn't understand. He still
loves us."

"When will he understand?" Lynn's rubbed her cheeks against mom's
calf. He arm stretched languidly up the inside of her mother's thigh.
Mother stepped wider to permit her access.

"I don't know, maybe never, but we must not be afraid." Her arms
reached for my head, and she pulled me into another kiss.

"I'm not afraid, mommy." Little Shell gripped my leg securely, but her
eyes were staring at my seven inches of manhood. "I-I want..."

Lynn raised herself into a kneel and reached her hand into her
mother's cunt. Mom gasped from pleasure, and our kiss broke again.
Three dainty fingers slipped inside her wet snatch and squirmed
inside.

"Shelley, is this what you want?" I gripped my prick and bent it down
at her.

Mother acted. "You have to call it a cock, honey. Nnnnnggg!" Her knees
weakened then, and she squatted slightly and spread her knees  so that
Lynn's face could reach her plunging fingers. "Jules said he was going
to fuck you daughter. We can't disappoint him."

Lynn extended her tongue into our mother's snatch and began to suck.

"OOOOooooohhhhh!!!"

"What's fuck, mommy?" Shell hadn't forgotten when she first heard that
word.

"Lay down on your back, my sweet girl, and you'll find out." Her mom
instructed. She had grabbed Lynn's head and pressed her daughter's
face into her thighs. Drips of spit and cunt juice ran down Lynn's
face. Mother's groan began at the base of her spine and forged upward
until it echoed off the top of her skull.

Shell nodded and spun around on her small ass. She lay back into the
thick rug. Her hands trembled a little, gripping the carpet. Her knees
automatically closed together, bent so that her feet touched down
flat.

"You have to open your legs, honey." Mom chided. "Jules can't fuck
your cherry unless you spread them apart."

Little Shell didn't hesitate. She opened her cunt up to me like a
beautiful, obscene, peace sign. However, she did raise her head and
peeked at her hairless mound. "Where's the cherry? I like cherries."

"So does Jules, but your cherry isn't for you, sweetheart. It's for
your big brother. If you give it to him, he'll fuck you." Mother
couldn't stand any longer and she sank to the floor with Lynn's tongue
stuck inside her cunt like a bee gorging within a fabulous rose.

Shell pursed her lips and pulled them to one side, uncertain. She
observed the proximity of her baby cunny to my approaching length of
prick. "Is this going to hurt?"

I told my littlest sister, "Yes, Shell, just a little bit. Not very
much at all, and It'll stop real quick." I kneeled on the carpet and
leaned over her. "I'll be real gentle." I assured her.

Her face revealed worry, like a daisy missing a single petal.

Lynn's face convulsed then, pushing mother into an intense orgasm.
"UUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!! Don't stop sucking your mommy's
cunt. Don't stop!"

"She's getting the feeling, right Jules?" Shelley smiled looking over
at her mom.

"Yes Shelley. Do you want to get that feeling?"

"Uh huh." My sister nodded.

I pressed my cock head against her bare little snatch. I didn't push
it inside her, just rubbed it up and down the length of her tiny slit.
Shelley cooed like a mother dove.

"Ohh, but it's so big. Is it going to fit?" She gulped.

"Don't you pay her no mind, Jules." Mother cried. "You have to fuck
her cherry! Oooooohhhhh Lynnnnn, my honey, my sweet, you're sucking
mommy so good!" My eldest sister plunged her hand all the way into our
mother's cunt and set off an orgasm larger than the first.

"FUCK HER!! SCREW HER LITTLE CUNT, AND FUCK THAT CHERRY RIGHT OUT OF
HER! Fuck little Shelley - fuck her now!"

I couldn't delay fucking her any longer, but my sincere love for Shell
kept me from plunging all seven inches of my thick shaft into her
cunny 'til my groin smacked her thighs. I almost did, I was so hard
and hot. I wanted to spear my sister's baby cunt lips and dig into her
puss like a drilling machine. Instead I raised my head and yelled.
"FUCK!"

Then I pressed my cock determinedly into my little sister's bare
cunny. My thick cock head pushed her tiny labia aside and slipped
inside, expecting next to break through her young hymen. My prick meat
never slowed. It buried it's length into Shell's hole as if her cherry
was made of tissue.

She cried out in joy! "Jules, oh big brother. It's so big!!  It's
inside me. It's filling me up, and feels so good!"

"All the way inside, Shell. All the way." I told her, and I pulled my
cock back through her littlest lips and stuffed it even deeper.

"Oooooooooohh" He small form wriggled on the carpet against the weight
of my chest. I fucked my cock steadily into her.

"Yes fuck her, Jules. Fuck her right out of her mind!"  Mother was
certainly out of hers. Lynn plumbed her fist, sinking half an arm into
her mother's cunt,. Mom's cunt was like a cavern. It was that big. I
almost could have pushed my fist into, when I was fourteen.

Shell's cunny felt like a tight condom, and my cock pressed her little
cervix at the full extent of it's plunging. I wanted to shoot my sperm
right through her inner iris and directly into her undeveloped womb.
My cock picked up speed in and out of her small vessel.

"I don't see any blood!" Mother demanded. "Are you sure you broke her
cherry?"

"Mom!" Lynn lifted her face from her mom's quaking cunt. I thought she
should have died from asphyxiation by now. Lynn must have been hiding
an aqualung in mom's pussy. Catching her breath, she explained. "I
broke her cherry the first night, Jules got a hard on. I shoved a
hairbrush her cunny, so I could lick all the way inside her." Her arm
sped into our mother's cunt nearly as fast as I fucked our little
sister.

"Oooohhhhh!" Shell groaned. "F-fu-fucking...  Gooooooohhhhh!" Her
pliant body took the thrusts from my loins like a sack of jello. Her
nubbin titties wriggled and jiggled. I tried to taste them with my
tongue, but already I was feeling a tightness in my balls.

Lynn's revelation explained a lot, and she told me more later. That
first night, when the females at the table first felt my power, Lynn
had noticed me fumbling with my hard-on under the table as I tried to
position it in a less obvious orientation. They had gone to their
room, and Shell had been the first one to break down and openly finger
her pussy. That triggered Lynn's response and soon she was
masturbating with her hairbrush. She watched her sister trying
desperately to ease the desire in her young head, and the more she
watched, the swifter she drove herself to orgasm. Shell wasn't as
experienced with finger-fucking. She had only played with her lil'
puss till it just tingled before, but it wasn't enough to save her
from the heat in her body. After two incredible cums, Lynn took pity
on her sister and sucked her pussy while she drove her hairbrush
handle into her little sister's sweet cunny. Perhaps Lynn will
continue to have lesbian tendencies in her future, but all things
sexual are as certain as snake eyes.

Lynn loved pushing her fist into mother's snatch. She smiled
gleefully, and her free hand played in her own cunt vigorously. Mom
had already cum once, and she was trying to make her come again before
she did.

Shell continued to moan and groan, beneath me. I studied her eyes as I
bore into her soft but tight hole. "Shell, I'm fucking you. Do you
like it?"

"Uh, huh." She tried to sound brave, but her eyes told a the true
story. She worried about what would happen next. The cock that slipped
so swiftly inside her pert, young mound was a new thing to her. She
wished she had had more time to play with it before it dove into the
center of her body and shook her with my efforts.

"You love it, you baby bitch; you young cunt slut!" Mother rapidly
approached her second round of sensational, internal explosions. She
grabbed her older daughter's head and plastered her face back on her
clit. I was getting little worried, myself. I had never seen mom so
wild. I wondered briefly if our earlier explorations and debauchery
had led her to such a wicked state. It made my balls rumble, to think
about it.

The night when I led mother into her room, I thought I was saving
Shelley from my power as she munched on her sandwich. I was wrong -
little Shell was still within my range, and she had to stop eating and
search for her sister. She found Lynn naked on her bed, just beginning
to fuck herself with her hair brush. Shell simply climbed in bed, took
off her clothes, and swallowed Lynn's clit into her little mouth. She
gave her big sister an even bigger orgasm than Lynn had experienced
during their previous interlude. They had no name for the lust which
regularly overwhelmed them. To their naive thoughts, it seemed quite
natural. They never imagined telling anyone else. Young sisters stick
together to show older brothers they didn't need them.

My rumbling balls spanked lightly upon Shell's ass nook, the split in
her baby asscheeks right at the base of her beautiful cunny. I was
going to shoot soon. I had seven inches of hard cock plunging inside
my nine year old sister, and I watched her eyes change from
trepidation to tempest. Shell was shouting now.

"Oh, Jules it's so good!!" She whimpered. "I want you fucking me all
the time. I want you inside me, making me get the feeling."

"Cum, Shelley - damn you little slut! I want you to cum at the same
instant your brother shoots his incestuous seed inside your filthy
baby cunt. I want your cunny to suck up his hot jism right into your
little womb!" Mother bucked her twat against Lynn's arm while she
yelled at her youngest daughter. She held Lynn's face to her engorged
love button and raked it across Lynn's lips. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOODDD!!
I"M CUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"

Lynn frigged herself just as passionately, and even through the
slobbery mess of mom's hairy cunt, we could hear her grunting and
howling from waves of pleasure.

Shell, my panting fuck toy and my precious little sister, gasped for
air. She couldn't breathe as a tsunami of orgasmic force crashed upon
her entire physique, and her brain ignited from excitement and nearly
painful joy. The tide in her body crashed upon the blaze in her head,
and they consumed each other and gouts of steam screamed out of the
pores in her skin like train whistles. "FUUUUUKKKKKK MMEEEEEEE,
AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

Boiling cum exploded out of my cock just as its tip smashed into her
womb, splitting her cervix wide open and dumping a dozen pulses of her
bother's cum straight into the well of her soul. My prick gushed six
more spurts as I pulled out and another seven coursed into her loins
as I plunged my cock back inside her. I humped her and spilled my seed
into her for almost a minute. Each release shook my brain with
lightning bolts of ecstasy. I nearly went blind from the recoil of my
shooting balls. I fell on my baby sister with the last of my energy
spent inside her cum filled inner chamber. I slid off her and rolled
onto my back.

She hugged me then, and we lay silent. Mother stopped hollering her
inane blather after her third orgasm, and Lynn finally escaped her
mother's grip. Lynn panted for the next two minutes.

I looked around the living room. All four of us had stretched out on
our backs. Mother cupped her cunt as if she were keeping her last
orgasms from escaping. Lynn's cunt juice soaked hand lay across her
naked belly. Her other hand still moved purposefully inside her young
cunny. Shell was perfectly still, almost sleeping, except her eyes
stared into the air above her. Her arms still held me, but they were
too short to encompass my fourteen year old torso.

Time disappeared, like my supernatural erection. Peace reigned until I
remembered my brother.


- Chapter 10 -

The last thing I discovered about my power was that, with practice, it
increases. The sexual intensity women feel when they are within it's
influence never exceeded that night's peak, but over time, my cock's
range had increased. The evening I fixed little Shelley a ham
sandwich, my power had encompassed our entire house. The girls had
been relieving their needs together for weeks while my power expanded.
It wasn't long before I found out how far it had extended.

Rodney appeared in the front doorway a few minutes after I began to
pick myself up off the living room floor. The women in our family
remained in an excited state. This time, my brother ignored our
nakedness and the pleasure shining in our faces. He lurched inside,
his legs heavy and his face drained. Outside, if the dead of the world
had crawled out of the earth, he would have not have lost his mind to
the same degree. He looked at me. I had never seen my brother
terrified before.

"You are the doom of nations." His whispered, and he slowly pointed at
my softening penis. "Th-them, out there," His hand shot behind him,
implicating our neighborhood. "it's madness." Rodney looked back out
the door, and he froze.

I wanted to comfort my brother, and I went to him. The incredible
peace after my family's glorious fucking spree left me without a fear
in the world. I didn't feel all powerful, but I did feel as if I
existed above normal danger. I wanted to explain the perfection I had
found, make him understand it wasn't evil, and welcome him to share
it. Just as I reached him, curiosity turned my head to the outdoors,
and I witnessed his demons.

A station wagon had driven off the street into our yard. Through it's
windshield, I saw the mommy within sucking the small prick of her
youngest son. An older boy pushed his meatier cock into her from
behind as she leaned over the bench seat to administer sex to her
child. Farther away, left of the car, a man ran up the sidewalk, his
young daughter chasing him. In her hands, she waved heart patterned
panties. Across the street, Old Mrs. Gulderson had tripped her younger
neighbor, Mr. Kent, with a garden hose and she was dry humping him in
her yard as the hose soaked them both.

I stepped outside and where ever I looked, up and down our street, the
ravaging sexual urge had possess every female in sight. I looked upon
all of it and saw that it was good. I turned to my bother and smiled
invitingly. I reached out to him, but he would not let me touch him.
His eyes grew wide from a newly perceived horror, and his mouth spoke
without obvious intent. "Oh God no, Wendy." Rodney pushed me aside and
ran out against the storm.

I walked calmly back inside my home. Smiling at the lovers
recuperating within, I strode leisurely to my bedroom. There I dressed
and returned to the living room. My mother and sisters had begun to
explore their own after-lusts. My heart soared at the sight of their
hands and mouths and cunts, seeking and probing and tasting. I left
them there, naked and beautiful, and I walked into the day towards
Wendy's. My cock never subsided in fullness, but it did not ache from
pressure.

Along the way, everywhere, inside the houses, and upon the lawns, and
within the cars, women had grabbed the first opportunity to sate their
overwhelming lusts. Women sucked on captured cocks, and they fucked on
top of whatever man they could find. Fathers humped into their
daughters, and boys timidly fucked their mothers. Brothers and sisters
cavorted in the sunlight like dolphins at play. I walked steadily, and
my cock grew hard once again. This time I donned the mantle of an
entire neighborhood of desire. A tornado of lust raged across our
community and I felt the center return to my mind. This time I existed
within but separate from the passions careening through their hearts
and minds.

I walked onward, knowing what I would find at the end of my path.

My brother was on his knees outside his girlfriend's home. He had
nearly fallen into the shrubs growing around the base of their living
room window. Light poured into it. Shadows hilighted the agony on my
brother's face. He watched with horror at the spectacle within.

Inside, Wendy  stood on her hands and knees. She was sucking on her
mother's cunt as her father hewed his meat into her depths. He was a
giant, and his cock pushed into her like a battering ram. He fucked
her with the power of a hero, and her eyes were filled with delight!
She munched pussy in a heated frenzy. Outside we could hear their
groans of pleasure. I watched tears run down Rodney's cheeks.

I walked quietly to his side. "Brother, let us talk." I reached out to
touch his hair.

 "NOO!!!" Rodney jumped up and spun around. He faced me, sickness and
hate burning inside him, but I let it pass through me. Again I offered
my hand. He froze for a instant. "NEVER!!" He screamed, and he batted
my hand out of his way. I watched my brother flee madly down the
street. Sadness crept into my heart, but I did not despair. I would
see him again, one other time, but at that moment I had things to do,
for I was the doom of nations.

------

In the next few weeks, the nearby world changed. Five times a day, the
people in my town stopped whatever they were doing. Women sought out
the partner closest to them and relieved themselves of a mad desire
for sexual fulfillment. Most were dreadfully embarrassed, and half a
dozen committed suicide over their actions. Once it became clear that
this nightmare affected everyone equally, blame turned away from the
individual to just about everything else. They checked the water
supply. They checked the air. They checked the food. Some blamed the
occult, and others blamed extra-terrestrials. Many flocked to their
churches begging for forgiveness, until the repeated mass orgies there
convinced most of them that it was God's will.

The rest of the country was given very little time to consider us. By
the second week a huge area around our small town was sealed off with
a military quarantine. Reporters were either evicted or disarmed. The
government pulled every string at its disposal to discredit early
reports of sexual madness. Instead they seeded world news agencies
with statements about a recurring, but non-deadly 'flu'. Rumors about
women rape gangs were quickly ridiculed in the media. Who could
believe such a thing? All communications out of the town were
physically cut and electronically jammed. No matter how hard they
tried, though, the truth would eventually get out.

Three times, the quarantine's perimeter had to be expanded, after
women in the national guard and other armed forces began to attack
their male counterparts. Male specialists were sent in, but they could
find nothing wrong with the women they were able to restrain and
examine. The majority of the population, tried to continue with their
lives despite its new awkwardness. It was a life only a few people
consented to, but their numbers slowly grew.

I limited myself to five times a day after discussing it with mother
and my sisters. That's the most they could take over twenty four
hours. Every time I let my power roam, it sought farther and farther.
I wanted to increase my range as quickly as possible, hoping to reach
the closest large city before summer. For the rest of my hard-ons, I
dealt with them promptly and usually in a tried and true method. There
was much to get excited about!

One sunny afternoon I was masturbating peacefully in our living room,
watching satellite news go on about the terrible danger spreading
across the state. I always got great orgasms listening to their
stupidity. Instilling fear within an entire nation would be a huge
turn on for any teenage boy. I might have learned to control my ego,
but I was not insensitive to its uses.

The kitchen door opened distantly behind me. I did not dispute its
scraping with the fact that mother had taken Lynn and Shell to her
room while I strived to get off efficiently. We had already fucked
twice that morning.

Suddenly, Rodney jumped out, between me and the television. His eyes
were wide with fear. In his hand he wielded our kitchen's sharpest
knife, and just as I shouted, he grabbed my pumping hand and tugged it
to the top of my dick. Then he neatly severed my cock from it's root.

 Blood spewed in every direction. I screamed and fell instantly into
shock. The volume of blood pouring out would have killed me in
minutes. However, my loving brother had prepared well. His other hand
pushed thick, sterile towels into my pelvis and compressed the clean
wound. He pressed them there until the emergency team, he had called
in advance, arrived. All the while he fought to sustain my life, he
kept reassuring me that this was for my own good and for the good of
the people. I fainted.

By the time my eyes reopened, the authorities had taken him away.
First they dumped him in jail, but when he began ranting, increasingly
more adamant about my terrible power, they transferred him to a
sanitarium.

The collective sum of me was rushed to the hospital. There I
discovered medical science wasn't entirely a bunch of tabloid fad
pieces. The surgeon estimated my chances at seventy five percent for a
full recovery. Mother and the girls showered me with love and
affection through out my ordeal. They never flagged in their support.
When an investigator queried Lynn and Shell, separately about Rodney's
claims of abuse against them, they denied it with such enthusiasm we
were not questioned further.

My cock, however, never again invoked any sign of affecting the women
around me. Had the power been a physical thing inside me, unable to
grow a new connection? Had it all be psychological and had the shock
of emasculation rendered it impotent? I would never learn. Aftershocks
swept unevenly across the township for nearly six days, until women
realized the compulsion had vanished. Many extended the effect on
their own accord, but centuries of repression cannot be cast off in
one season of passion. Life in our town eventually returned to the
mundane, and despite a predictable shift in the gender of visiting
tourists, we managed to convince the nation all was well.

Over the course of the next few years, my family's mutual loss
(meaning my severed dick) proved less than disabilitating. It never
got as hard as it used to, but it never slacked in overall
effectiveness. My three partners occasionally sought me out for a
joyful romp in the sack. Even Lynn would stop by my bedroom, on rare
nights, for the intimacy of a friendly fuck with her older brother.
Otherwise, she was strictly a girl's girl, and competed with me for
Mom and Shell's attentions. I never pressured any of them. I guess I
really was growing up.

I eventually discovered that there are other ways to spread the seed
of revolution. As I grew into my majority, various neighbors grew ever
more inviting of our family's secret. We discovered new forms of
community that bred trust and good will. Our public lives continued
much as it had before I reached puberty.

Wendy and I eventually married, and her parents welcomed my mother's
family into hers. We all live in the same house today. Others I have
mentioned were changed in different ways. Miss Helen Hargrove was
fired for sexually abusing the school football team.  Holly Winters
visited Lynn a few times, but they were not all that suited for a
permanent relationship. She eventually became Vice Principal at the
high school. Ursula and Sabrina started a very successful internet
website together. And the nice old lady who I spied upon long ago has
been sighted regularly at the park, picking up 3 or 4 young boys a
week.

Other neighbors, who concluded they could not rationally condemn their
natural urges, continue to explore further within my new and expanding
circle. All are welcome. We pray, someday our power might reach across
nations.

Finally, there was poor, miserable Rodney. The last I heard of my
brother was, he had managed to escape the sanitarium. The authorities
searched for him briefly and halfheartedly. They never found my
brother, but I know he still lurks around our community. My family is
not worried. We consider him only occasionally dangerous.


THE END

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