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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Hit in the eye (t/t, teen, mast.)
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Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2004 07:10:05 -0500
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Hit in the eye (t/t, teen, mast.)

By Jari


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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer 

The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of
adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story
contains scenes of sexual activities between minors. If you are
offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a
fantasy, a delightful one but still a fantasy. Any resemblance to any
person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not
responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work.

Copyright 2004, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of
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I tossed myself on my other side but still I couldn't sleep. Each time
I closed my eyes I immediately saw again the image of Janice, my
seventeen-year-old sister, coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing
nothing but a large red towel, loosely knotted just above her breasts.
Hell, how could I know she had been busy tidying up her room that
afternoon and, being all sweaty, had taken a shower at that unusual
time of day. So there I was on my way to the bathroom to have a pee.
She clearly didn't expect to see me either when we sort of bumped into
each other in front of the bathroom.

"Oh Jimmy," she startled, "is that you?" And then it happened.... the
fire-red towel began to slide down her breasts and slowly her nipples
came into view. Once the towel had passed the barrier of the two
eraser-like knobs there was nothing left to hold it up, so suddenly
Janice found herself standing stark naked in front of me, her
twelve-year-old little brother.

I got beet-red in my face and could not help but stare at her tits.
They were so big and so excitingly white with small blue veins across
them. But what attracted me most were the two pink nipples, protruding
and inviting. For the first time I saw a girl naked in the flesh and,
to my surprise, I was strangely attracted to it. Up to now I had only
seen girls as strange, giggling, annoying creatures, good for teasing
but nothing else. Eying the strangely appealing female body of my
sister however, I suddenly seemed to grasp a new meaning of life.
Maybe, just maybe there were other things in life almost as important
as playing soccer, or making plans with my friends Joey and Mark, or
... well, whatever matters to boys my age.

Anyway, standing there in shock on the corridor before my naked sister
one moment I felt ashamed and averted my eyes, and the other moment
curiosity took over and I let my eyes wander over Janice's shapely
body. She quickly stooped however, took up the towel and pressed it
against her body.

"You freak, get out of my way, I'll tell mom you spied on me," she
yelled angrily. She pushed me aside and walked away.

"But, sis, I never spied... " The words stuck in my throat as I looked
at the completely naked back side of my angry sister. My throat went
dry when I watched her wobbling behind. But then the door of Janice's
room was closed with a loud bang and she was out of sight for my
stinging eyes. I sighed and hoped that Janice wouldn't tell mom about
the incident. Although I was sure I hadn't meant any evil, I vaguely
sensed that seeing your elder sister naked must mean trouble.

I quickly went into the bathroom, peed and went back downstairs again.
There I yawned ostentatiously and said I was sleepy and would go to
bed. Mom looked a bit surprised that I wished to go to bed almost half
an hour earlier than I was supposed to, but when I had assured her
that I wasn't ill or something she kissed me goodnight. So I went up
to my room that I shared with my 16-year-old brother Dustin.

When I passed my sister's room I gave a quick glance at the closed
door and hastened my step, but nothing happened. So I was relieved to
reach my own room. Probably nothing would come out of the incident
with Janice after all, I thought. I undressed and climbed in the lower
half of the bed that I shared with my brother. Dustin slept in the
upper bed, but he wouldn't turn up for at least an hour or so.

When I tried to fall asleep however I soon found out that the incident
with my sister had made quite an impact on me. I was too excited to
fall asleep. The images of my sister's protruding pink nipples, her
(in my inexperienced eyes) enormous boobs which were swinging around
when she had stooped to pick up the towel, her swaying naked butt when
she was walking away from me.. they forced themselves on me as soon as
I closed my eyes. I felt a tension in my body building up without
having a clue how to get rid of it.

And so after more than an hour I was still lying awake in my bed when
my brother Dustin entered the room. Normally I would have been long
asleep by then, so Dustin paid no attention to me. I in turn didn't
wish to let my brother know I was still awake, because Dustin would
like to know the cause of my sleeplessness and then I would have to
confess I had seen our sister naked that evening. I was sure that
Dustin would make my life very miserable for a long time when he would
know about this compromising fact. Besides that, I normally tried to
keep out of Dustin's way as much as possible, because Dustin liked to
keep me all too aware of the fact that I am four years younger than
he. So we kind of avoided each other despite our sharing the same
bedroom.

I held my eyes closed from the moment Dustin had entered the room. I
tried to deduct from the sounds my brother made what he was doing. I
heard some soft rustling of cloths being removed. Next my brother
combed his hair. Then I heard how Dustin flipped thru some pages of a
magazine or a book (homework? At this hour?), and then there was
silence for a while. Just when I considered opening my eyes to have a
peek, I heard Dustin sigh and then he apparently approached the bed.
When my brother was climbing the little ladder to reach the upper bed,
I dared to quickly open my eyes. I saw the muscular, almost hairless
legs of my brother passing by as he quickly climbed the stairs. Dustin
always wore a t-shirt and boxer shorts in bed. Strangely enough I saw
that Dustin was bringing a towel along with him. What did he need a
towel for, I wondered?

The bed shook when Dustin lied himself down. I closed my eyes again,
relieved my brother hadn't noticed I was still awake. I felt very
tired now and hoped I would fall asleep soon. But then the bed began
to shake again. Had Dustin forgotten something and was he climbing
down again? I looked thru my half-closed eyelids, but no one came down
the ladder. I waited till the shaking would stop, but it didn't. Then
I thought I also heard Dustin moaning softly.

"Hey.. Dustin.. what are you doing?" I finally whispered to my
brother.

For a moment the movements of the bed above me came to a halt, but
then I heard Dustin hiss: "Come up and see for yourself," and the
shaking started again. So I stood up quickly and climbed the stairs to
the upper bed. When my eyes rose above the surface of my brother's
mattress my breath stuck in my throat.

Dustin lay on his back on top of his blanket, his t-shirt pulled up so
that his stomach and his well-developed chest were bare. His shorts
were pushed down to his knees and his hand was closely wrapped around
what seemed to be his penis. It was moving up and down very fast. I
looked in awe, because I had never seen a penis that big! Sometimes my
own pecker would involuntarily grow, but it never reached beyond 3 to
4 inches or so. But Dustin's dick was HUGE! It measured at least 6
inches or more, and it was really fat! Dustin moaned again and the
sudden sound startled me.

"Why do you moan, Dus? Are you in pain or so?" I asked anxiously. 

The question seemed to surprise Dustin because he stopped stroking his
meat for a moment and looked at me to make out whether I was joking or
not.

"Do you mean you've never wanked before or seen some other boy do it?
Jeez, what kind of friends do you hang out with?" Dustin asked and
resumed his pumping. His face was all flushed. Dustin only looked that
way when he had played a game of baseball or some other sport. A thin
layer of sweat covered his face and his chest; his mouth was slightly
opened and he panted a bit. His curly dark hair stuck to his forehead.

Finally the coin fell in it's slot in my head: "oh, you are
masturbating, aren't you?"

"He, little brother, welcome to the big world! I thought you'd never
find out," Dustin panted. "Why are you still awake by the way?"

I didn't answer but my eyes were fixed on the swollen dark-red head of
Dustin's dick. It seemed that some fluid was coming out of the sleet.
Was Dustin peeing in his bed? "It's Janice's fault," I answered
absentmindedly. Dustin stopped stroking his dick.

"What do you mean by 'Janice's fault'? Was she here in my room? Has
she gone thru my things?" Dustin seemed really worried and he even
removed his hand from his dick. That gave me a full view of the
erected pole of boy-meat. "Jeez, look how big it is," I whispered
excited and looked around me in the half-dark room because I wanted to
share the excitement with some body else.

"Do you really think it's big?" Dustin proudly said and looked down
self-consciously at his erection that was throbbing lightly on his
heartbeat. But then our sister came back in his mind. "Tell me, what
was Janice doing here," he urged me. He pulled the sheet up and
covered his groin.

"She wasn't in here," I answered somewhat disappointed. "I bumped into
her in front of the bathroom. She lost her towel and I saw her."

Dustin frowned. What was this geek talking about? 'Saw her? What do
you mean with "SAW her"?' And lost her towel you said? Did you see her
.. naked?" he hesitated slightly before uttering the word 'naked'.

"Yeah, completely. I saw everything." I bluntly said. Dustin's eyes
lit up. Wow! Janice naked! That was a view he would have gladly given
his right hand to watch (no, maybe better his left hand because he
used his right to jerk off). Dustin had a secret crush on his sister
from since he had turned thirteen or so. But he had never ever managed
to get to see more of her than what her bikini revealed to him. And
jeez: had he tried to trap her! When she came out of the shower, or
was changing in her room, or went to the bathroom! But he never had
had any success. Not that seeing her in bikini wasn't good enough to
entice some frantic whacking sessions! But still.. it wasn't the real
thing. And now this geek of a brother of his just told him he had seen
her naked.. completely NAKED. `Bumped into her', he mumbled, `sheer
luck!' He could have beaten up his brother for it, but he realized he
needed him to hear more details of what had happened.

"Tell me, Jim. What did she look like? Could you see her hooters? What
do they look like?" Dustin asked feverishly. I wondered why Dustin
made such a fuzz about it, but I wanted to stay up on the ladder to
see my brother starting masturbating again, so I decided to oblige
him.

"Her hooters? Hmmm... let me think. They were big! Yes, really huge." 

"Are they? I knew it," Dustin mumbled. 

"Yes, especially when she stooped to pick up her towel they hung down
like two big melons, really big you know. They swayed a bit." I held
my hands about 50 cm. away from my chest to give my brother a somewhat
exaggerated idea. Dustin groaned, threw off the sheet, groped his dick
and started pumping again. His eyes were closed as if he wanted to see
in his mind what I, his little brother, told him.

"Go on, tell me more. Her nipples, how do they look like? Color...
what color?"

"Hmm, pink or rather pinkish around the nipple and the nipple itself
more brownish."

"How large are her areolas?" Dustin urged on. This was an important
question for him because he had never been able to establish that
himself.

"Auro.. things? What is that?" I asked confused.

"Areolas! The brown area around the nipple. It can be large or small.
How's Janice's?" Dustin explained impatiently.

"Oh, that. Not so large, I would say.. no, hardly the size of a dollar
I would say."

Dustin raised the speed of his pumping hand. He seemed on the verge of
climaxing and I was very excited to watch my brother ready to shoot. I
had understood from my friend Johnny that some stuff would come out of
the penis, but I had never really understood what or how it worked and
I had been too shy to ask. But now I had a chance to eyewitness such
an event!

"Hey, Dustin, can I watch when you cum? Please?" I begged my brother.
Dustin didn't open his eyes or slow down his speed. "Yeah.. if you
want to.. just watch closely, I'm coming real soon now. Tell me more
about Janice. Did you see her snatch?"

I bent myself in the direction of Dustin's body and held my face very
close in front of Dustin's cock-head. I didn't want not to miss
anything of the coming spectacle. The head looked even bigger now and
it's color had turned to dark purple. "Yeah, I saw everything.. I told
you. But I couldn't see it too well because she has hair around and on
top of it. Yuck! Should she not have shaved it off, Dus? The women in
Playboy all do!"

Dustin only groaned. Hearing how his brother described Janice's twat
was too much for him. His hormones took over and he was overwhelmed by
feelings of lust. He felt how his boyish semen started the way up, out
of his dick. "Watch.. here it.. cums.." he stammered. I moved my head
even closer in front of my brother's pole. My nose was not more than 1
or 2 inches away from it. I saw the head swell even more, the shaft
started to pulsate, the little slit of Dustin's dick opened up a bit
and then....

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." 

Dustin and I screamed at the same time. Dustin because of his orgasm
which was better than he had ever experienced before (was it because
of the images of his sister or because his brother was watching? He
didn't know). But I cried out because I was hit straight in the eye by
the first ray of sticky cum of my brother. "Aaaaah. It hurts," I
yelled and began wiping my eyes with both hands which, unfortunately,
made the pain even worse. Blinded by my brother's semen I tried to
step down the ladder, but I stumbled and fell backwards to the floor.
"Ooouch," I cried out and stood up and ran out of the door to the
bathroom to wash out my tortured eyes.

Dustin found the whole scene so comical that he couldn't help but fall
back in his bed and he laughed... he laughed..

Well, that was my first experience with a boy's orgasm. Although it
had been a painful one, I could not resist the temptation to imitate
myself the next evening what I had my brother seen doing. And then I
had quite a different experience...


The End
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