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Author: Sterling
Title: Chemistry Set
Summary: Evan Graham has an embarrassing secret. When his sister
Alexa spreads it around the school, he gets furious -- and so
does his father. For his living, the father makes medicines
related to women's bodies. He looks the other way while his son
uses his chemistry set to torment his sister. She soon
understands that she truly deserves all he does to her. He
extends his chemical reach to other girls who had spread his
secret, and follows torment by fulfilling his sexual dreams.
Codes: mf Mf cons non-con reluc coer het inc bro sis span humil
1st prost

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 7/18/2010, new header added 8/24/2010.
 
I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
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I have written many other stories and they can all be found at 
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Sterling
 
And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!
 
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Chemistry Set

I'm a senior in high school, and before I go off to college I
wanted to write about my life so far.  It's not your typical high
schooler's life.
 
It all started when I was 14 years old, just starting my
sophomore year in high school.  I had gone through puberty.  I
had gotten pubic hair, my balls were bigger, I was horny as hell,
and when I jerked off I spurted.  But then there were the parts
where I didn't quite make it into a hunky guy.  I got a little
taller and stronger, but not much.  I didn't have any facial
hair, and my voice had changed a little bit -- enough to turn me
from a soprano into an alto.  I'm 5'4".  All in all, I was great
fodder for bullies.
 
But the thing that bugged me most was that I had a small dick. 
When it's erect it's still only about three and a half inches
long, and only as big around as a quarter.  I didn't tell a
soul.  Probably some doctor found out during some exam -- I
forget -- but that was it.  I never told anyone in my family or
any of my friends.
 
My family situation wasn't so great.  My father was a great guy,
an endocrinologist working for a pharmaceutical company.  But he
wasn't very ambitious.  He didn't want to try to climb the
management track, and in fact he took a new job that let him do
really cool research even though it paid less.  But my mom wanted
more.  She wanted more expensive things and vacations.  She used
to work as a technical writer and made good money.  She quit when
my sister Alexa and I were born, but she never went back to work
even when we got to be school age.  My father said that if she
wanted more possessions, she should work too, and not expect him
to become a manager and do stuff he hated.
 
My mom didn't like that idea and took off with another guy, and
by the time I was 13 my folks were divorced.  The other guy was a
successful businessman, but he never had kids and didn't want to
be troubled by them.  Mom went along.  Dad was happy to get
custody of me and my sister.
 
What hurt me and really hurt my sister is that it didn't seem to
bother mom much to lose us.  Maybe it was partly being mad at mom
that made Alexa do the terrible thing that changed my life.  But
it was still her fault.
 
--------------
 
I woke with a start one morning when I felt the covers being
pulled down, and then I heard her giggle.  I don't wear anything
below the waist at night, and I had a morning hard-on.  And there
it was, all three and a half inches of it, for Alexa to see.  And
she giggled.
 
"It's so tiny!" she said, gleefully.
 
I grabbed the covers to hide myself again.  I was too mortified
to yell at her.  I just turned beet red and stammered.
 
"The ones in Ellen's movies were way bigger!"  She skipped off
then, giggling.
 
Alexa is thirteen, a year younger than me and just starting high
school.  She used to be nice sometimes, until puberty got hold of
her.
 
We were sitting around the dinner table that night.  And then
Alexa did the thing I'll never forgive her for as long as I
live.  Alexa said out of the blue, "Hey dad, did you know Evan's
got a really tiny penis?"  I had been hiding my little penis from
everyone, my father more than anyone else.
 
But my father didn't smile at my sister's remark or give me a
condescending look.  He froze, and then fixed Alexa with an icy
stare.
 
"And just how do you know that, Alexa?"
 
"Ummmmm..." she whispered.  She knew she was in trouble.
 
"Did Evan tell you?"  One glance at my flushed face told him the
answer to that.
 
"Answer me, young lady!"
 
Alexa started crying.
 
"Cry all you want, but answer me!  Answer me!"
 
"I... pulled the covers down on his bed while he was sleeping."
 
At first my dad was white with rage, but he controlled himself.
 
"Have you told anyone else?"
 
"No," Alexa replied.  I thought I detected the slightest pause
before she answered.
 
"You must never tell anyone else, do you understand?"
 
"Yes, dad," Alexa said.
 
I was miserable.  Now my dad knew I wasn't going to grow up to be
a real man.  I had let him down.  I knew at one level that was
crazy thinking, but it felt that way.
 
We ate dinner in silence.  Towards the end of the meal, though,
dad smiled to himself.
 
 
--------------
 
A week passed, and whenever I thought of Alexa and how she had
pulled down the covers I got this sick feeling.
 
I felt furious every time Alexa crossed my sight, and now and
then I found myself accidentally stepping on her foot or jabbing
her with my elbow.  She knew better than to fight back.
 
"Evan," my father said, "Let's take a walk."
 
"OK," I mumbled.
 
He's not a real chatty guy, so it was no great surprise that we
walked a couple blocks before he said anything.
 
"I've got a secret to tell you.  You're old enough now to keep
secrets, right?"
 
"Right," I said, with a tingle of pride.  I guess I had passed a
milestone of maturity in his eyes.
 
"I've got a pretty small penis too.  And I know what it's like."
 
My mind reeled.  My dad was a wimpy half-man too?  I had always
admired him.  But then, on the other hand ... he understood!  And
it wasn't my fault so much.  It came down through the genes,
maybe.
 
"When the other guys found out..." he said, trailing off.  "Well,
things are a lot better now, though, right?  They don't let
bullies get away with things any more, right?"
 
"I guess."  I didn't know how things were in his day, so I didn't
have a standard of comparison.  I knew there were kids who were
really cruel to the ones who weren't cool.
 
We walked on in silence a bit.
 
"How much have I told you about what I do at work?"
 
"Not much.  Something with chemistry, right?"
 
"True.  I don't talk about it much because it's all secret, see. 
 
"I work on drugs affecting women's bodies, like their periods and
stuff.  The drugs we want to make and sell some day are
contraceptives, and drugs for when girls don't start getting
their periods or get them too early.  Then we want drugs for the
other end when they get to menopause, and all kinds of troubles
in between.  But I'm not involved with making any of those
drugs.  I do more basic research, producing components that can
be mixed up to do different things.
 
"I've got this lab in the basement.  It's for when I want to do
work on weekends and don't want to go in to the office."
 
I was dimly aware that there was a locked room in the basement
that I had never been in, but there was stuff against the door
and it looked like no one went in there for months at a time.
 
We talked about other things for a while, but when we got back to
the house he led me down to the basement.  The path to the locked
room had been cleared, and a new lock installed -- just within
the past couple days.
 
"Two, four, one, one, two," he said slowly, punching in each
digit.
 
"Two, four, one, one, two," he repeated under his breath a few
times.  "I'm still trying to make sure I know it by heart."
 
I knew that he wanted me to be able to remember those numbers,
and I made sure I did.
 
The room featured a refrigerator and a table and just a few
supplies.
 
He opened the refrigerator, which contained a number of little
bottles labeled with just a single letter, like "A".  Then he
showed me a notebook.  There was a section for each letter
describing what the stuff in that bottle did.
 
"When a woman or girl inhales a mixture of these, it can have an
effect on her.  Depending on what you put in, different things
will happen.  The more 'B' you add, the longer it takes for the
drugs to start working.  The more 'C' you add, the longer it
lasts.  'A' is a marker.  Sometimes a girl might not be sure
whether she's gotten enough of the drugs to have an effect.  'A'
makes her face flush briefly so she can tell.  And then there is
'Z'.  'Z' is very important because it makes any of the effects
of these drugs go away."
 
"What do the drugs actually do, I mean the other ones?"
 
"Well, 'M' is pretty good for making menstrual cramps go away,
and 'N' makes a period start when it's late.  'O' keeps a period
from starting for a couple days.  The others do other different
things."
 
"Interesting," I said, not feeling particularly interested.
 
"It's like my own private chemistry set," my dad continued.  "But
don't tell Alexa this is here, right?  She's not old enough to
keep secrets like this.  And, well, there's the question of what
an unfortunate combination of those drugs would do to her!  The
room's got a lock, and only I know the combination..."  I thought
I saw him give me a significant glance, "but still!  Well, enough
of that!  Now you know a bit more about my work."
 
And with that, my special time with dad was over.
 
 
-----------
 
I tried to figure out why my dad had been showing me that stuff. 
Maybe he wanted to make me feel more grown-up to compensate for
having a small dick.  It was a nice effort.
 
As I was drifting off to sleep that night a number of thoughts
converged.  I had a small dick.  My dad did too, and he had been
furious at Alexa when he found out what she had done.  He had
recently set up a chemistry set in the basement.  He had let me
see the combination.  I had the feeling I was invited if not even
expected to go down and look around.  Making yucky periods start
or stop or whatever wasn't very exciting, but there were those
other letters he hadn't explained.  It was worth a look. 
 
Alexa had afternoon soccer practice, and dad didn't get home
until 6pm at the earliest, so I had the house to myself in the
afternoon.  I decided to check out the chemistry set.
 
'This factor in tiny doses can help reduce pain in the breasts
from hormonal shifts.  Beware that with a larger dose the breasts
will become very itchy, although there is no permanent harm.'
 
'This factor when combined with a man's sweat causes an effect to
occur only when the woman smells that particular man.'
 
I smiled.  These were more interesting than period starters and
stoppers!
 
'This factor causes a woman's vulva and vagina to engorge and
lubricate as they would with sexual excitement.'
 
I got a hard-on reading that one!
 
'This factor can help with incontinence.  However, in larger
doses it can make it very difficult for a woman to urinate.'
 
Oh boy, I knew that playing with this chemistry set was going to
be good.  Very sweet!
 
Once again I seethed as I recalled Alexa laughing at my small
cock, then casually mentioning it to my father at the dinner
table.
 
I was motivated to learn chemistry as never before, and read the
details about doses, mixing, how long the concoctions lasted at
room temperature, and so forth.

In retrospect, maybe I went too far.  Maybe I went totally
apeshit over something that shouldn't have been such a huge deal.
 But my father encouraged me.  Maybe what happened to him when he
was a boy was so horrible it made him totally crazy on the
subject.  In any case, Alexa paid a steep price.  And I loved
making her pay.

----------
 
"Hey, sis," I said.  "Take a whiff of this!"  I put a cotton ball
under her nose.
 
"Mmmmm, smells nice," she said.  "What is it?"
 
"Never mind," I said.  "It's a secret."
 
Alexa shrugged, but as she did her face flushed red briefly.
 
 
The next afternoon when Alexa came home from school, she looked a
little preoccupied.
 
"Hi, sis," I said.  "You look a little down.  What's wrong?"
 
She looked at me.  "Nothing's wrong," she said, but it didn't
fool me.
 
"Well, you know you can always tell your big brother what's on
your mind."
 
She looked at me strangely, undoubtedly noting that I wasn't
usually that friendly.
 
The next day at breakfast she looked worried.
 
She got home late that afternoon, looking disheveled and dazed.
 
"What's the matter, sis?" I asked, voice full of caring concern.
 
"None of your business!" she shouted and stormed off to her room.
 
I knocked on her door, but she yelled, "Go away!"
 
"Alexa, is there is some kind of female trouble you are having?"

The door flew open.  "What, is it all over school?" she asked.
 "Nurses aren't supposed to talk," she continued, half to
herself.

"I am pretty sure I know how to fix it."
 
"What?  How do you know that?  Did you do this to me?"

"Who, me?"

"You did!  You did it when you had me sniff that stuff
yesterday."

I smirked.

"How did you manage that?  I'm going to tell dad."

"Be my guest," I said.  "But if you sniff this stuff the problem
will go away."

"OK," she said suspiciously.

She took a sniff, and her face flushed red briefly.
 
At supper, Alexa seemed relaxed again, at least physically.

"Dad," she said.  "Evan gave me some drug."

"And what makes you think that?"

"He had me sniff something yesterday, then I had a problem, then
when he had me sniff something else the problem went away."
"Oh, I'm sure it was just a coincidence," Dad said.

"No, it wasn't!"

"Alexa, you're being silly!" he said with some force, and she
dropped the subject.

----------------
The next afternoon, she approached me again.  "Do you have more
of that stuff?" she asked.

"I think I can find some, yes."
 
"Give it to me!"
 
"That's no way to ask, sis."
 
She took a deep breath, "Could I please have it?"
 
"Why do you want it?"
 
"I just need it, OK?"
 
"No, I think you owe me an explanation."
 
"What is that stuff?  How did you get it?"
 
"I didn't say *I* was going to explain anything, I said I wanted
*you* to explain."
 
"No!"
 
"OK, I said, heading down the corridor to my room.
 
"No, OK, wait!"  she said.
 
"Let's go into your room to talk," I said.
 
We sat on her bed a few feet apart.  "This is so embarrassing,"
she said after a pause.  "Couldn't you just do a favor to your
little sister?  I've been a good sister, haven't I?"  She
hesitated.
 
"I'm ... I'm sorry about pulling your sheets down," she said.
 
"That's nice," I said, making no attempt to hide my sarcasm. 
"But still, you need to tell me what's going on."
 
She sighed.  "I started having trouble peeing.  It was so hard to
get it out.  The next day I could barely pee at all; I went to
the nurse at school, who sent me to the gynecologist.  And she
examined me -- God, it's so embarrassing.  First she got a little
tube, and shoved it up inside..."
 
"Where, inside?" I asked.
 
"You know, where the pee comes out!  It hurt a little but once it
was up there the pee flowed out and it was a huge relief.  You're
not going to tell anyone, are you?"
 
"Alexa, did you tell anyone about my small dick?"
 
"Dad told me not to, and I knew he meant it, so I didn't."
 
"What about during the day before you told him?"
 
"No, no one!" she said, but I knew her tone of voice.
 
"Who?"
 
"No one!"
 
"I know you're lying.  Who did you tell?"
 
Alexa looked miserable.  "Well, I may have said a little to
Ellen, but she swore she would never tell another soul, and I'm
sure she didn't!"
 
"Hmmmm," I said.  Ellen was a popular girl with a wide circle of
friends, so it was probably all over the school.
 
She continued the story.  "That's when you offered me a whiff of
that stuff, and within a half an hour it was all better!"
 
"That's nice!"
 
"But it's getting worse again," she said.
 
"Did the doctor say what it was?"
 
"No, she said it was a mystery."
 
Alexa was lying again.
 
"Any follow-up appointments?"
 
"No."
 
"This is the first time I've ever heard of the doctors just
giving up when something really serious happens, like when a
little girl can't tinkle in the potty any more."
 
Alexa started crying.
 
"Please, Evan, please?  I'm so sorry about telling about your
dick."
 
"Sometimes 'Sorry' isn't enough!  Keep talking."
 
She was silent, and I started to get up to leave.
 
"No, wait!" she said, miserable.  "The doctor says when that
happens it's always because ... Do I have to tell?"
 
"Yes."
 
"because a girl's been playing with herself too much, and if she
takes a rest from it then it will get better!"
 
I started laughing.  Dad's book said that it 'mimicked the
symptoms of urinary blockage from pathological masturbation'. 
Right on the nose!  I pointed at her and laughed some more.
 
"It's not funny, Evan!  Please!  I wasn't playing with myself at
all!"
 
"Yeah, likely story," I said, chuckling and shaking my head.
 
"Maybe a little, now and then, but just a few minutes, not all
night!  And not since I first got this problem!
 
"So I told, now can I have it?  Please?"
 
"I don't know, Alexa, you're a naughty girl, diddling yourself
all night long."
 
Then Alexa just let down all her defenses and sat crying, like a
little girl: alone, miserable, and hopeless.
 
I don't know why, but I took pity on her then.  I had poured a
few drops of Alexa's medicine into a small bottle in my pocket. 
Holding it firmly in my hand, I reached out to her.  She eagerly
put her nose over it and inhaled deeply twice, before I took the
bottle back.

"Can I have that?" she asked.
 
"I don't think so," I said.
 
Alexa moaned, and I went back to my own room.
 
In about five minutes, I heard her head to the bathroom, and as
soon as she shut the door I walked quickly and quietly to the
door.  Through the closed door I heard pee flooding into the
toilet and a little sigh from my sister.  I called through the
door, "Wow, I bet that felt good!"
 
"You pig!" she shouted.
 
After she reappeared, I said, "That wasn't a very nice thing to
say to a guy who just helped you feel a lot better."
 
"I'm sorry," she said curtly.
 
"That didn't sound very convincing," I said.
 
She repeated, "I'm sorry" under her breath as she strode to her
room and slammed the door behind her.
 
---------------
 
The next day Alexa was home early, evidently having skipped
soccer practice.  Knocking at my door, she looked pale and was
fighting back tears.
"I tried telling them you were drugging me, and they just laughed
at me," she said.
"Evan, I'm so sorry for everything bad I've ever done to you. 
I'm really, really sorry for looking at your dick.  I'll do
anything!" she said.
 
This was a good start.  My bratty little sister was begging.  But
there was far more humiliation in store for her.  "First, why
don't you show me what this problem looks like between your
legs."
 
"Evan!"
 
"Well, you looked at me without my permission, so this seems only
fair."
 
She saw the logic in that, though she didn't like it one bit.
 
"It doesn't look any different than usual!  I just can't pee!"
she said.
 
"Well, I don't recall I've seen your private parts lately, sis. 
Maybe you've got a huge pussy, big enough to drive a truck into,
and I can laugh at that!"
 
"I do not!"
 
"Well, show me."
 
Alexa gave a frustrated groan.  Soccer shorts and panties came
down as she stood.  She briefly spread her labia, pointed, and
let them slide together again.
 
"No, no, I think you need to sit here on the bed, spread your
legs wide, and give me a good, long guided tour."
 
She sat and held herself open, trembling and looking away in
shame.  I had never seen a naked girl before, except maybe little
girls with the tiny flaps shut and hiding the mysteries within.
 
"Have you gotten your period yet?"
 
"Yeah, for about a year now."
 
"So you're all grown up down there, like a woman?"
 
"I don't know!" she said.
 
"Why don't you show me where everything is?" I asked.
 
She mumbled, "That's where the pee comes out, and that's my
vagina," she said quickly, pointing to each in turn.  "And that's
my clitoris," she said quickly and quietly.
 
"Hmmm, can I touch?"  My little cock was growing in my pants.
 
"No!" she said, indignantly.  "I didn't touch you!"
 
"That doesn't matter.  You said you'd do anything."
 
She paused, now pink with shame.
 
I saw her shame and remembered my own.  "There is one thing you
haven't apologized for."
 
"I'm sorry I pulled the covers off and looked at you.  And I'm
sorry I said anything to Ellen -- though I'm sure she didn't tell
anyone!"
 
"Nice start," I said.  "You're forgetting something."
 
"What?"
 
"Telling dad."
 
"Oh," she said.  "He knew, didn't he?"
 
"No, he didn't.  Why would he know?"
 
"Well, you're both guys, right?"
 
"Just because we're both guys doesn't mean we show each other our
cocks."
 
"Oh," she said quietly.
 
"And you know how that makes me feel that dad knows about my
cock? SHITTY!  That's how!"
 
I felt a surge of shame.  This was getting away from me.  I was
here to humiliate Alexa, not humiliate myself.
 
"Oh, no," Alexa said, with genuine mortification.  "I never
thought of it that way."
 
I reached over to touch her pussy, and she didn't stop me.  I
rubbed her labia, poked at her vagina, and a finger went in.  I
kept pushing gently, and it kept going in farther and farther.
 
"That's where the tampons go, right?" I asked.
 
"Yeah," she said.  "My vagina."
 
"Hmmm.  What's a vagina used for, Alexa?"
 
"You know that!"
 
"Oh, maybe, but I want to hear it from you."
 
She sighed.  "Well, it's where babies come out, and where the
menstrual blood comes out."  She hesitated briefly, "And where
the sperm goes in."
 
"How does the sperm go in, Alexa?"
 
"Oh, Evan!"  She sighed.  "You're making fun of me, aren't you."
 
"Yes.  Continue."
 
"A penis goes up inside and the sperm comes out the end."
 
"Has any penis gone up your vagina?" I asked.
 
"No!" she said.
 
I moved to her clitoris, which was prominent, and started
stroking it gently.
 
"And what's this good for?" I asked.
 
"Nothing, really," she said, gulping.
 
"Nothing?"
 
"Not really!"
 
"Then you wouldn't mind if the doctor removed it, like an
appendix or something?"
 
"No," she said, groaning.  "It's for pleasure."
 
"Whose pleasure?"
 
"Mine, of course!"
 
"Let's not get snippy.  So, does it feel good now?"
 
"Not really," she said.
 
I kept rubbing, over and over.
 
"Well, maybe a little," she said.
 
I rubbed faster.
 
"Haven't you touched enough yet?" she asked, decidedly
uncomfortable.
 
"No," I said.  With my other hand, I poked a finger into her
vagina again, and slid it in and out.
 
My little cock was completely stiff.
 
"Oh, my!" I said.  "Your pussy is getting all wet!  I wonder why
that's happening."
 
"I don't know," she said, feigning innocence.
 
"I think I remember from sex ed."
 
"What?"
 
"That means your body is getting excited and wants a prick up
inside!"
 
"I do not!"
 
"Maybe you don't, but your body does."
 
I kept rubbing and thrusting.
 
"Man, this is like a river here!  You're sure you aren't peeing? 
You sure are making a mess!"
 
"Evan," she said quietly, "Please?"
 
"Evan," she said with tears in her eyes, "We're not supposed to
be doing this, right?  It's incest, right?"
 
"You should have thought of that before you told about my dick." 
I had another thought.  "Yeah, it's incest, but you slutty girl,
you're getting all hot for your brother's cock!  You want it?"
 
"Evan!" she whimpered.
 
Incest.  What did I think of incest?  I had never thought of
Alexa in a sexual way before, but something had changed.  I had
started poking around in her pussy to humiliate her, but once I
started messing around with it, my body knew it was just like the
kind of thing my body wanted to fuck.
 
"Can I have a sniff yet?" she asked meekly.  "I've really gotta
go, and I can't!  Please?"
 
I was rock hard in my pants from watching Alexa get all soupy,
and I had an inspiration.  Alexa knew what my cock looked like,
so I might as well show it to her again.  There were definitely
possibilities here.
 
"Not quite yet," I said.  I stood and casually pulled down my
jeans and briefs and stepped out of them.
 
I stood in front of her.
 
"You've seen this before.  Apologize to my cock for calling it
small," I said.
 
Alexa looked miserable again.  She addressed my organ from six
inches away.  "I am sorry for calling you small."
 
"Kiss and make up?" I said.
 
Alexa looked at me with a flicker of disgust, but she approached
my cock and kissed it.
 
"What about a nice, long French kiss?"
 
She knew she had no choice, so she took me in her mouth.  I had
never had a mouth around my cock, of course.  I wasn't cool
enough to get blow jobs at school, and even if I had been, I
wasn't going to be the laughingstock of the entire place when I
pulled out my tiny cock.
 
Whatever Alexa was doing felt great!  I especially loved the
roughness of her tongue flicking back and forth on my tip.  My
dick may be small, but it feels plenty of pleasure.  I was
panting and moaning.
 
"Is that enough?" she asked.
 
"No!" I said.  "Keep doing it!  Actually, wait!"
 
I lay down on the bed.  I didn't want to worry about falling over
when I came.
 
Alexa went back to her job.  And it felt great.
 
I had always dreamed of burying myself in a warm, wet cavity in a
girl's body.  While this hadn't been the cavity in my fantasy, it
felt pretty fantastic.
 
"Oh, just like that, sis!" I moaned.
 
My climax was upon me before I knew it.  I arched my hips upward
while my cum boiled out of my prick in shots.
 
Startled, Alexa took her head off to deal with the strange stuff
in her mouth.
 
"No!  Keep going!" I said urgently.
 
But she just sputtered and spit as my later spurts landed on my
chest.
 
"Yuck!" she grumbled.  "Gross!"
 
My cock would have preferred to finish unloading in a warm, wet
place, but I still felt very good.  I lay panting on the bed,
eyes closed.
 
I lazed a minute, catching my breath.
 
"Listen, baby sister, the cum that spurts out of my prick is the
most wonderful, precious stuff there is, and it's your job to
lick it all up and swallow it.  You can start with what's on my
stomach now."
 
She didn't answer, so I opened my eyes.  She was on the floor
rummaging through my jeans pockets.  Sneaky bitch!
 
I dragged myself out of my orgasmic stupor and launched myself at
her, tackling her just as she had grabbed the vial.  My sticky
stomach was plastered against the back of her soccer jersey.  I
tried to pry the vial from her fingers.
 
"Let go, Alexa!"
 
"No!  Please let me have it!" she whined.
 
"Let go now, or you'll regret it," I said calmly.
 
She didn't let go.  I jammed my hand between her legs, grabbed
whatever fleshy bits of her pussy were sticking out to be
grabbed, and squeezed as hard as I could, digging in with my
fingernails.
 
"Ouuuccch!" she cried, letting go of the vial.
 
I sat back and took a breath.
 
"Oh, Alexa!" I said.  "You are very bad again!  Taking something
that's not yours!  Going through my jeans without asking!"
 
"Oh Evan," she wailed.  "I'm sorry!  But I need it!"
 
"That's no excuse for that kind of behavior!" I said, then
continued more calmly, "If you just stop masturbating all night
long, I'm sure it will get better, like the doctor said!"
 
"I haven't touched myself!" she cried.
 
"You're not going to let me have any, are you?" she asked,
crying.
 
"No, not now!"
 
"What am I going to do?"
 
"I imagine you will go back to the doctor, who will drain your
pee for you and tell you to stop playing with yourself -- you
nasty girl!"
 
"No, please!"
 
"Maybe I'll give you some.  First, bend over my lap."
 
"What are you going to do?"
 
"If you ever want to get any of that stuff again, you'd better
stop asking questions and do what I say."
 
She bent over, teeth clenched, and I pulled her panties back down
to mid-thigh.  I spanked her hard, whapping one blow after
another.
 
I growled under my breath, "Here's for peeking, here's for
laughing, here's for skipping as you left, here's for telling
dad," at which point I gave her three massive whacks.  "Here's
for telling Ellen, here's for calling me a pig, here's for not
letting me spurt all my cum into your mouth, here's for spitting
it out and sounding disgusted, here's for looking through my
jeans without asking," followed by one giant massive whack,
"here's for not giving it back, here's for whining and begging."
 
By then her backside was very red and bleeding in a few places,
while more blood seeped from where I had crushed her pussy in my
fingers.
 
"And here's for not apologizing," I said, whacking away.  "I'll
keep spanking you until you apologize."
 
"OK," she sniffled, "I'll apologize!"
 
I rested my right arm and hand, which was a bit sore itself from
all the punishment it had doled out.
 
Alexa spoke with her bottom still in my lap, bright red and ready
to receive more punishment as I saw fit.  Her head was on the
floor, cheek against the carpet.
 
"I am sorry for sneaking into your room and pulling the covers
down.  I am so, so sorry I did that! ..."
 
"I'll bet you are," I said.  "Sorry because I'm making you pay,
or sorry because of what happened to me?"
 
"You!  You!  I'm sorry about what happened to you!  I'm sorry for
invading your privacy and finding out your secret."
 
I decided to toy with my prey.  "So you mean you don't regret
doing it because of how I'm making you pay?"
 
"No," she said, "I deserved it.  I deserved all of it!"
 
"Now you're lying," I said, giving a few more whacks.
 
"Oh, Evan!  I'm ... I'm working on thinking about it and
understanding how I deserved it all, even if I still have a
little more work to do."
 
Hey, this bratty sister had let me right into her brain!  She was
trying to change her thoughts for me.  Her humiliation gave me
another little thrill.
 
"And I am sorry for giggling -- that was so mean! -- and for
skipping and acting happy.   And I am so, so sorry for telling
Ellen!  I giggled when I told Ellen too, and told her how you got
all red and embarrassed..."
 
She hadn't told me that before.  So they not only laughed at my
dick, they laughed at my humiliation about my dick!
 
"Oh, you little bitch!" I said, and gave a few more good whacks. 
At this point the strength of my blows was limited not by my
anger but because my right arm was very tired.
 
"Thank, you Evan, I deserved that," she said.  "And I'm sorry for
telling dad!  I am so, so sorry for telling dad!  And I'm sorry
for calling you a pig and not being grateful yesterday.  That was
mean.  And I'm sorry for going through your pants pockets, as I
was invading your privacy again!  And I'm sorry for whining!" she
said, removing from her voice as she said that the traces of
whining that had accompanied her entire apology.  Silence told me
the apology had ended.
 
"What are you forgetting?" I asked.
 
"Forgetting?"  She floundered.  "I'm ... I'm sorry for forgetting
something bad I did."
 
"Think about my mean little dick, sis," I said.
 
"Oh yes, I am sorry for forgetting, but now I remember!  I am
sorry that I didn't keep your dick in my mouth until you were
done coming, and I'm sorry for sounding disgusted by the cum in
my mouth, and sorry for not swallowing it all."
 
If there was more she was supposed to apologize for, I had
forgotten too.
 
I then returned to the present.  I had my little sister over my
lap with her butt exposed, humiliated and sore after I had
whacked her.  She could be so charming and playful when she
wanted to -- before she hit puberty.
 
Why was I doing this to my sister?  Then I remembered.  She had
peeked at my dick, laughed at it, told a friend, and laughed with
her at my embarrassment.  She deserved it.
 
"OK, Alexa, you can leave now."

"I could still lick your dick and your stomach to get all the
precious cum," she said.
 
I checked to see if she was being sarcastic, but she wasn't.
 
"It's OK, just go!"  I hoped she didn't see my eyes getting moist
as she left, picking up her shorts and panties on the way.
 
I heard her head to the bathroom just as I was getting ready for
my own shower.  Maybe she wanted to wash off her sore bum and
pussy.
 
"After me, Alexa," I called.
 
"Oh, yes, certainly," she said, retreating to her room with eyes
cast down.
 
I had decided to walk to the shower naked.  I was going to be
proud of my dick.
 
------------------
 
I had an inspiration, and after a brief trip to my dad's
chemistry set, I knocked on Alexa's door.
 
"Come in!"
 
"Hey, Alexa, I can see you're uncomfortable.  Here, take a
whiff."
 
She flashed me a big smile and took a deep whiff.
 
"Oh, thank you, Evan.  Thank you so much," and she gave me a
gentle squeeze.
 
I reflected that her speech was a little funny now she was
getting all meek and submissive.  Alexa was one smart cookie --
smarter than me, I must admit -- and she now started talking in
very proper grown-up talk some of the time.  It was a bit weird,
but it also felt respectful, and I liked that.

------------
 
At midnight she came to my room.  "Evan, it's not working!  I
still can't pee!"
 
I gave an evil little grin.  "I knew you wouldn't be able to. 
Not all the stuff you smell is the same."
 
Alexa sputtered, trying her best to hide her indignation.
 
 
------------
 
I punched my alarm to shut it up, then took a minute to wake up. 
Then I heaved myself up and started getting dressed.  I heard a
knock on the door.
 
"What?" I muttered.
 
"Evan, can I come in, please, if you don't mind?" Alexa asked.
 
I finishing pulling my jeans up and sitting on the bed again. 
"OK," I sighed.  I realized I hadn't heard her approaching the
door.  Had she been waiting outside for me to wake up?
 
She crawled in, nude, head down and beautiful blond hair, freshly
brushed, hanging down in front of her.  She crawled until she
reached the side of my bed, and then she sat back with her legs
folded under her.
 
"Oh, Evan.  I have been very bad.  I am very sorry.  Is there
anything I can do so you'll give me some of that stuff this
morning?  I need it."
 
I considered, awake enough to enjoy her discomfort.
 
She spoke first.  "Would you like to have intercourse with me? 
I'll let you!"
 
That offer got my attention!  She must really want that little
whiff bad.  I considered the situation, though.  I was a virgin
and just waking up, a bit groggy.  I didn't want my first time to
be like that.
 
"I'll take a rain check on that," I said.  "But you could take my
large, manly organ in your mouth again.  But this time you keep
licking it when I come, and keep going until I'm totally
finished, OK?"
 
"OK.  I would be happy to do that," she said.
 
I lay back and removed jeans and underpants. She crawled up on
the bed, and as she did I took a closer look at her in her
nakedness.  Her breasts were not large, but they were definitely
breasts, and the shape was very pleasing.  She knelt below me and
her head went down to my cock, her cascade of blond hair
shielding what she was doing from my eyes.  She proceeded to give
me a lovely blow job.  She took in all of my dick, swirled her
tongue more, caressed my balls lightly, and flicked her tongue
just as my climax was upon me.  I heaved my pelvis upward just as
my first glob shot into her mouth, but she adjusted to the motion
as well as to the cum and kept flicking and swallowing and
sucking.
 
I felt fantastic, unloading my cum into the most wonderful warm
and wet cave.  I finally said, "OK, enough."
 
She let my cock pop free and sat up.  I lay in afterglow, and she
sat below me on the bed, legs folded under her as before, head
bowed.
 
After a suitable interval, she asked very softly, "Is there
anything else I could do to please you?"
 
I stirred and sat up.  We needed to get moving or we would be
late to school.
 
"Hmmm.  Not right now.  So, sis, what can I do for you?"
 
She looked up only briefly, taking my sarcasm with total
humility.
 
"I can't pee, Evan.  Not at all."
 
I hadn't seen Alexa pee in ages, since she was a tiny girl.  It
might be fun.
 
"So what would you like me to do?"
 
"If it's OK with you, I would like to sniff a little of the
liquid that lets me pee."
 
"OK.  Say, can I take a look this morning as to what's down
there?"
 
She hesitated.  "There's something else," she said.
 
"Yes?"
 
"It's all swollen and wet."
 
"Like yesterday, as you enjoyed my finger?"
 
"Worse.  Or at least wetter."
 
"Were you playing with yourself?"
 
"No, Evan, I wasn't.  Or if I did, it was in my sleep."
 
"I'll give you a sniff and that problem will get better too."
 
She tried to hide her excitement.
 
"But I want to watch it change, and I want to watch you pee."
 
"Certainly."
 
"And I want a full apology."
 
"Evan, I am so sorry I came into your room without asking, and
pulled down the sheet, and laughed at your dick.  I am sorry for
telling my friend Ellen, and I am really, really sorry for
telling dad.  I am so sorry, Evan.  I was really, really bad. 
Can you forgive me?"
 
"No," I said.  "But keep apologizing and doing what I say, and
maybe I will some day."
 
"Yes, Evan, I will apologize whenever you like."
 
"So, show me your twat, sis."
 
So she pulled down her wet underpants and sat on the bed with
legs spread wide.  I stroked her vulva, significantly more
engorged and wet than they had been the previous afternoon.  I
slid my finger into her vagina; it was positively soupy.
 
Then I reached under my pillow for the small bottle, took the top
off and held it under her nose.  She inhaled twice.  She looked
like a junkie getting her next fix.
 
I then watched carefully.  Within a minute I could see the dark
color slowly drain from her pussy lips and see them shrink.
 
I saw red spots where my fingernails had dug into her the day
before.
 
"I have to go bad, now, Evan.  Please?"
 
"Just another minute," I said.
 
Her pussy opening and clit and inner lips all shrank before my
eyes.  It was a little like watching my cock go down after
coming.
 
"Evan," she said meekly after maybe ten seconds, "I can't hold it
much longer..."
 
I saw a few drops of pee dribble from her pee hole.  I certainly
didn't want a flood on my bed.
 
"OK," I said.
 
Instantly she leapt from the bed and darted to the bathroom, with
me hot on her heels.
 
As she got to the toilet, I called "Just one more second!"
 
As she sat on the toilet seat I quickly got on my knees in front
of her and spread her legs even wider than they were, and said,
"OK."
 
Instantly, a flood of urine gushed forth.  Pee could never flow
out of a dick that fast!  I could see her bliss as her face
relaxed.  Peeing when you really have to can feel almost like an
orgasm, I recalled.
 
"Let me wipe, little sis," I said, and she patiently sat while I
got some toilet paper and dabbed off her pussy lips.
 
 
-------------
 
I was doing my homework that afternoon when Alexa got home from
soccer practice.  She sheepishly approached my door and
curtseyed.
 
"Curtseying looks pretty funny in soccer shorts," I said.
 
"Sorry," she said.  "I am ready for anything you wish, including
sexual intercourse," she said.  "Would you still like that?"
 
"Yes," I said.  "I am going to fuck you.  Ask me to fuck you."
 
"Yes, Evan, please fuck me.  Any time is fine; however, if you
wait until late this evening I will have more time to make it
special for you."
 
That sounded good.  "OK," I said.
 
She turned to leave, but I stopped her.  "First, come over here
and take your shorts and panties off.  Now put your foot up on
the desk.  Good."
 
Her pussy was open to my view.  I looked it over.
 
"Not swollen," I said.
 
"No," she said.  She started to say something more but stopped
herself.
 
I felt around her pussy with my fingers, and slid one in her
hole.  It wasn't as soupy as before, but it still slid in OK.
 
"Evan, I am so sorry I invaded your privacy..."  She continued
her apology to the end, not forgetting anything.
 
"I have something for you to sniff," I said.
 
"I'm not having any difficulties at the moment."
 
"That's OK, sniff it anyway."
 
With only a slight hesitation, she did, and I made sure her face
flushed red.
 
"OK, now you can go."
 
"There is one other thing, Evan:  contraception.  I have bought
some condoms which you could use if you like.  We could simply
have sex without protection, and then I could take a
morning-after pill.  We could also wait to see if I become
pregnant, and if I do I could either get an abortion, or carry
the baby to term, whichever you want."
 
Wow!  The idea of getting Alexa pregnant made my cock pulse.
 
"No condom," I said.  "As for the rest, let's see later.  When
should I come to your room?"
 
"Would midnight suit you?"
 
"Sure."
 
"Very well," she said. "See you then."
 
 
--------------
 
My father invited me for another walk after he got home from
work.  After some mundane talk, he brought up the issue on his
mind.
 
"Alexa came to me the other day, complaining that you were
molesting her."
 
I got a very uneasy feeling, but waited for him to continue.  He
looked at me sidelong a few times, but I held my silence.
 
"I told her that her big brother wouldn't do anything of the
kind, and surely she was imagining things.  I reminded her that
she had molested you by spying on your cock, and that I couldn't
blame you for still wanting to strangle her."
 
My dad was smiling, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  He knew,
and he didn't mind.
 
"Are you feeling any better about what she did?" he asked.

"A little," I said.

"Well,l take your time.  It's understandable that your anger at
what she did wouldn't go away all at once."

I smiled at him, and although he tried not to smile, he did
anyway.
 
--------------
 
That night at 12:30 I knocked on Alexa's door.
 
"Come in!" she said at once.
 
It was a surprising sight.  The room was completely picked up and
clean -- a condition it had not been in for several years.  A
half dozen candles gave a romantic effect.  There was a bottle of
wine, even though we were both underage.  Most stunning was Alexa
herself.  She wore a low-cut white dress that came to mid-thigh. 
Her hair shone and hung loose to her shoulders.  Her face looked
absolutely stunning.  She was probably wearing make-up to achieve
that effect, though I couldn't detect any.
 
"Evan, I am sorry that I..."
 
"It's OK," I said.  I didn't feel like an apology just then.
 
I'm not sure what she expected.  If I had had on a tux we could
have danced and drunk wine, I guess.  That would be a girl thing
to do, to make a romantic time of it.  I appreciated her effort,
but this night was going to happen according to my agenda, not
hers.
 
I hadn't dressed specially, and the first thing I did was to
strip, my cock rising quickly in plain view.  She looked gorgeous
in her dress, but I wanted to get at what was inside.  I
approached her and had a brief impulse to kiss her, but that
prospect felt incestuous in a way the rest of this wasn't. 
Besides, I still hated her.
 
As she stood, head bowed, I moved my hands all over her, back,
front, neck, thighs.  I squeezed her butt through the fabric, and
slid my hand up under her dress.  Little boys dream of doing
that, but big boys do too.  I wasn't surprised to find she was
wearing no panties, given what she had signed up to do.  Within a
minute I was unfastening her dress in back so she could step out
of it.  She was wearing no bra either.
 
She stripped the covers from the bed, and at my instruction lay
back, legs apart.  I couldn't resist sucking on those lovely
young nipples that stuck out from her small breasts.
 
"You know, Alexa, we're going to do this more than once tonight."
 
"If you want," she said.
 
As I lowered myself, I looked at her pussy.
 
"Wow, Alexa!  You are so soupy!  And no trouble peeing?"
 
"None," she said.
 
I decided to give my body free rein.  I lowered myself on her,
and she winced just the tiniest bit.
 
"What was that?"
 
"Where you spanked me is still a bit sore," she said.  "I... am
also a virgin, of course, so it may hurt me at first.  But that
doesn't matter."
 
I agreed that it didn't matter.  I lined my cock up with her
pussy, and pushed in -- the first time my cock had ever been in
one.  Under the influence of her afternoon medicine, my sister's
cunt was wet and hot.  I felt a slight constriction.  My finger
had been in her a number of times, but a finger is smaller than a
cock, even my cock.
 
"Yum, sis, I get to take your virginity.  I hope it hurts."
 
"Me .... me, too," Alexa said, though she looked pale.  "I
deserve for it to hurt."
 
I made sure I had a good view of her face as I positioned my hard
prong like it was a spring-loaded steel tool.  I let the trigger
go and rammed in, and her pussy gave way before me as I surged
into the hot welcoming soup beyond.  Alexa gave a little wince,
but not much.
 
The sensations were magnificent.  Her mouth was great, but her
cunt felt right in a profound way.  I saw my prong up inside a
girl, between her smooth, parted legs.  It triggered my most
primitive masculine instincts.  I pounded in a flurry, and within
fifteen seconds I came up inside my sister -- my naughty sister. 
It felt magnificent.  My cock might be small, but it does the
job.
 
Her mouth might have to learn how special cum was, but her cunt
knew it instinctively, welcoming the teeming sperm.  I lay
panting beside her.
 
I looked at her, and she at me.  "Did I make you happy?" she
asked.
 
"Yes," I said with a touch of reservation, not wanting to admit
how perfect it had been to fuck my sister with abandon.  "You may
apologize, now," I said as I rested.
 
She repeated the apology, sounding totally sincere.
 
"One more thing.  You tattled to dad."
 
"I am so sorry for that!  It was before I fully realized what a
bad, bad girl I had been."
 
Within two minutes my cock was hard again.
 
I mounted her again, and this time settled in for a leisurely
slow fuck.  I looked at her nipples, and bent down to lick and
suck them as I rowed my prick in and out, over and over.
 
"Evan, I am so sorry to interrupt."
 
"Yes?"  If she told me something hurt, I was going to tell her to
lump it and keep fucking away.  Maybe I would do my best to make
it hurt more.  She had told my father!  She had laughed with
Ellen at how embarrassed I was!
 
"As you know, sex can feel good to girls as well as boys.  I can
try to feel as little pleasure as possible, though I might not
succeed completely.  If I do feel pleasure, should I keep it to
myself, or express it?"
 
"I'm not going to do one damned thing to help you feel pleasure,
OK?"
 
"Of course not, Evan.  I never would have asked.  I deserve no
pleasure.  But the motions you use to get your own pleasure also
give my body pleasure."  She thought a moment.  "Perhaps we could
experiment to find other positions that would let you feel good
without feeling good to me."
 
"Maybe later," I said.  "For now, let it all hang out, sis.  Just
remember, I'm doing it for me, not you, OK?"
 
"Of course, Evan.  I do not deserve to have you do anything to
make me feel good."  She was dead serious, and I was glad.
 
I pumped away, sucking her breasts now and then.  She panted and
moaned, and when I bothered to look I saw a hunger and passion in
her eyes as she looked at me.
 
"I want you to feel so good, Evan.  If there's anything I can
do..."
 
"It's OK, sis, just shut up," I said, pumping away.  Maybe I saw
a brief expression of hurt or anger flash across her face, but I
decided to give her a break.
 
"Ready for more sperm, sis?  Ready to get pregnant?"
 
"Yes, Evan!  Please shoot me full of sperm!  Make me pregnant!"
 
I grinned, and with that encouragement she continued.
 
"You're so hard and male.  I want you to have your every pleasure
with me.  I want you to feel more pleasure than you've ever had
in your life as your hard dick surges into my cunt and fills me
with sweet, precious cum to make me pregnant!  Fuck me, Evan! 
Fuck me just the way you like!"
 
"OK, sis," I panted, as I passed the point of no return and
natural heroin surged through my brain, "Fuck you!  Fuck you!
FUCK YOU!" and then an amazing thing happened.  Her cunt squeezed
me tight, and the natural heroin doubled.  Alexa let out a huge
moan, the cunt contractions became rhythmic, and she panted.
 
"Oh, Evan, oh Evan, oh Evan!" she babbled, then got control of
herself, presumably wondering if that would please or displease
me.
 
I was happy that my totally selfish fucking with my small dick
was enough to satisfy a woman.  It was an ego boost, and I
smiled.
 
I lay down on her squarely, enjoying her female flesh.  She
struggled a bit to breathe, but didn't complain.  Both parts were
good:  that she was struggling to breathe and that she wasn't
complaining.
 
She asked meekly from beneath me, "Evan, can I ask a question? 
You don't have to answer."
 
I felt my defenses start going up.  "Not just yet, sis, give me a
minute".
 
After a minute, I rolled off of her onto my back.  When I was
good and ready, I spoke, "OK, what's your question?"
 
"You don't have to answer, but I'm curious.  Is it going to be
like this forever?  Needing to sniff that stuff?  How much do you
control things, and how much is random?  You don't need to tell
me, of course, but I'd be glad if you wanted to say a little."
 
This was worth a little thought.  It was good for her to be
miserable.  It would also be good to dangle some hope in front of
her.
 
"Well, my dear Alexa, fine fuck that you are, I will tell you a
little.
 
"Things can go back to normal whenever I decide.  I change what's
in what you sniff to make different things happen to you.  Like
this evening: I had no reason to want you to be having trouble
peeing, but I liked the idea of your pussy being all wet and
engorged.  Did it make you feel horny?"
 
"Oh.  Not directly, but having everything swollen like that means
every little thing stimulates me.  And I can't help thinking
about sex."
 
"So it isn't so bad?"
 
"No, not really, except, during the day I don't like to be
thinking about sex, and it's hard."
 
"Like on the soccer field?"
 
"Especially there.  When I run it chafes.  It feels good and bad
at the same time."
 
I smiled at that.
 
"Evan," she said softly.  "I feel so helpless."  Then she
returned to her submissive tone, adding, "Of course I deserve to
feel helpless after what I did to you."
 
Her groveling really was very satisfying.
 
I retrieved a vial from my pants pocket.  "You need a whiff of
this, my dear," I said, "so that you will have trouble peeing
tomorrow morning, and to create one other trial for you to
endure, a new one.  So, sweet sister, take a nice long whiff of
your evening medicine.
 
Tears sprang to her eyes as I held the bottle under her nose. 
She held her breath.
 
"Come on, Alexa, you deserve it."
 
Still she hesitated.
 
"Take a nice deep breath, Alexi-poo."
 
Finally she couldn't hold her breath any more, and sniffed up her
medicine.  This time I checked carefully to make sure she flushed
red.  She did, but started crying.
 
"I'm sorry... Evan... I shouldn't cry... I deserve this..."
 
"Yes, you do.  Now pull yourself together, and do what you have
to do."
 
She repeated her apology, and with a kiss to her forehead, I
returned to my bed.  Why had I kissed her?  She didn't deserve
any comforting kisses.
 
I woke a couple hours later, my dick aching for the feel of
Alexa's cunt.  I let myself into her room, quietly.  She was
sleeping, but quickly came awake and asked what I would like.  I
just had her spread her legs again so I could have another quick
fuck and put more of my precious sperm where it belonged.  She
was still pretty wet from my last two loads of cum, but she
wasn't swollen.  I would have to remember to add more of the
factor that makes things last when I gave her the arousing
stuff.  That way I could have a smooth, hot fuck whenever I
wanted without bothering with whatever it was they called
foreplay.
 
-----------
 
"Evan, is there anything I can do to please you?" she asked as
soon as I emerged from my room the next morning.
 
"Do you have any symptoms this morning?" I asked.
 
"As you predicted, I can't pee this morning."
 
"Good, good.  Anything else?"
 
"I am feeling sore in my vagina, but I'm not sure if that's a
normal consequence of sex or part of your plan."
 
"That's all you," I said.  "Anything else?"
 
"My breasts are a little itchy."
 
"That's right.  Very good.  As for other things, let me
think.  What about this pregnancy business?  I dumped three loads
of cum into your cunt last night, and so the sperm are all
wriggling around.  Where are you in your cycle?"
 
"My last period started 14 days ago, so it's likely that I 'm
fertile."
 
"So you might get pregnant?"
 
"Yes, it seems entirely possible.  It's kind of exciting,
actually," she said, then realized that offering her opinions
without being asked was not wise.  "Whatever you want is what I
want."
 
The idea of having knocked my sister up made blood pulse into my
loins.  "So would you raise the baby?  Or give it up for
adoption?"
 
"Whichever you like," she said.
 
"What do you think dad would say?  Or mom?"
 
"Perhaps they'd be upset.  It doesn't matter how mad they are at
me, all that matters is how it affects you."
 
"Oh Alexa, you are something else," I said, smiling.  I then
realized that I was betraying something resembling affection.
 
"I think a morning after pill would be an excellent choice.   Can
you get yourself one?"
 
"Certainly."
 
"And get yourself on the real pill as soon as you can."
 
"Of course."
 
 
-----------
 
Alexa was already home when I got home that afternoon, and she
raced up to me, topless, breasts covered with something sticky,
face red and streaked with tears.
 
"Oh, Evan!  It's so horrible!  I can't stand it!  Can you fix
it?  Please?"
 
It looked like this had gotten out of hand.
 
I raced to my room, shutting the door so she wouldn't see where I
kept my secret stash of factor Z.  But I retrieved it quickly and
offered her a sniff.  She kept inhaling and inhaling over and
over again.
 
"Can I take a shower now?" she asked meekly.
 
I thought it might be fun to see her breasts return to normal,
but there wasn't really much to see.  So I let her go shower by
herself.  But I made a mental note that I wanted to drill her
against the wall of the shower pretty soon.  From the shower I
heard groans of relief, and half an hour late she appeared,
dressed and relaxed.
 
Alexa had skipped out of school a mere hour after getting there
that morning, since she was going crazy trying not to scratch her
breasts in public.  As advertised, there were no lasting
effects.  But as I recalled the utter panic on her face, I
realized I needed to be careful with the doses I used.  My dear
sister Alexa deserved misery, but there were limits.
 
---------------
 
So Alexa and I fucked, almost every night, sometimes twice or
three times.  I humped her from the rear, and against the
wall.  I had her ride me facing me and facing away. She was
always demure and always did everything I asked, but she usually
had a moaning, pussy-clenching orgasm just when I did.  My small
dick was big enough to give her a big orgasm.
 
Then I wanted to try an experiment.
 
"Alexa," I said.  "I am going to leave it up to you whether we
sleep together tonight."
 
"What do you mean?" she asked.
 
"If you'd like to fuck, I'll be happy to fuck, but if you'd
rather take a night off, I'd be happy to do that too."
 
"Surely you know which you would prefer?"
 
"What I would prefer tonight is to do what you would like."
 
I could see Alexa's mind spin.  "Well, if you really want to
know, I'd slightly prefer not to have sex tonight.  But I really
would be fine with it as well.  I would enjoy -- I mean, I would
be happy to help you enjoy me sexually."
 
She groveled so nicely, I thought.  We took a night off.
 
-----------
 
"Evan, I have a question."
 
"Yes, dear sister."
 
"It seems that the only effect of what I sniff lately is to make
me engorged and wet, is that right?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"I can do that myself, whenever you wish, without needing to
sniff anything."
 
"Hmmmm.  How are you going to do that?  Doesn't it take a while
for a girl to get hot?"
 
"I got a vibrator.  Is that OK?  Should I have asked?  I could
throw it away."
 
"No, that's fine," I said.
 
"It can lead to very rapid sexual arousal."
 
"OK, let's give it a try."
 
It worked great.
 
Alexa always made herself wet when she went to bed, so she was
ready for the taking whenever I came in.  If I wanted her in the
middle of the night, it really took only 30 seconds for her to
get aroused.
 
It was slightly more pleasant as well.  Her pussy was somehow
fresher when it was responding in the moment based on
old-fashioned stimulation than when it had been aroused all night
by chemical means.
 
That meant that she wasn't sniffing anything at all.
 
--------------
 
"Evan, you didn't come in to my room last night," Alexa asked one
morning.  "Did I do something wrong?"
 
"No," I said, "I just didn't feel like it."
 
"OK," she said, but she sounded deflated.
 
I grinned.  "You miss it!  You want it!"
 
"No, Evan," she said, a little flustered.  "Only because it
usually means so much to you."
 
"Nah, you're lying.  You want it!  You miss it when your big
brother doesn't fuck you!"
 
"Well," she said, coloring. "It is bad of me to think of my own
pleasure, but I guess I do miss it.  I will try to do better.  I
also, um," she shifted uneasily, "I also really love seeing you
so happy."  She hesitated.  "I would love it even if it wasn't
part of my punishment."
 
I felt a pang in my heart that felt a lot like love, but I
quickly quashed it.
 
"We will continue to have sex when and only when I feel like it,"
I said.  "I think you should also clean my room, and give me back
rubs and foot rubs."
 
"Certainly."
 
"And I'd like you to bake chocolate chip cookies every Friday
afternoon."
 
She smiled.  "Of course."
 
"And on Saturdays, I'd like breakfast in bed -- an omelette, I
think.  French toast, sometimes."
 
She smiled.
 
Oh, Alexa had been a sweet girl before her hormones struck.  And
she was certainly acting sweet again, even if it was under
duress.
 
Why was I making her meet my every whim?  How had this happened? 
I remembered.  She had made fun of my small dick.  To my father,
and to a friend at school.  I could never forgive her for that.
 
There were these hints now and then that it wasn't all under
duress, though.
 
------------
 
I had assumed that once Ellen knew about my small dick, the news
would be all over school.  I was wrong about that.  Somehow the
secret had stayed in a fairly small group of girls.  I knew that
because when it finally jumped across the gender line to the boys
two months later, it was unmistakable.
 
They jumped me in the locker room, the five jeering guys, they
pulled my pants down and saw for themselves my little cock.  They
rubbed it, and although I desperately wanted it to stay limp, it
grew -- to its embarrassingly short three and a half inches.  And
for the rest of the day, it seemed that whenever I passed boys,
they would say, "How's Mr. Tiny Cock, eh?  Hahaha."  And the
girls would look away, but you could tell they were amused.  I
trudged through the day in a humiliated daze.
 
Word got back to Alexa during the day too, of course.  When she
got home, she knelt at my feet and started crying softly.
 
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
 
I took her over my knee and spanked her.
 
"You lousy bitch, you see what you've done!" I yelled.
 
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry!  It was truly horrible, what I did!"  I
could see her wincing and tears flowing.
 
"So, how does that feel, sis?" I jeered.
 
"It hurts, but I deserve it!"
 
I stopped when she started bleeding.
 
"You can do more," she sobbed.
 
I didn't tell her that my arm was sore from so much whacking.
 
--------------
 
"Dad," I said that night, fighting back tears.  The guys just
found out.  And it really is all over the school now."
 
"So are they making fun of you, the jerks?"
 
"They pulled my pants down in the locker room to see for
themselves.  I ... I fought, but it was no use."
 
My father pounded the sofa beside him.
 
He didn't hesitate long, however.  "Starting tomorrow you are
being home-schooled.  As soon as we can I'll enroll you in a
private school."
 
The next evening he dropped by my room, shut the door, and gave
me a long look.
 
"Private school is expensive, you know.  I had a thought.  Maybe
Alexa could help out by getting an after-school job."
 
What an odd thought.  If she was very lucky, she might land a job
at $10 per hour.  The private school might cost $40,000 per year.
 
"How could that help?"
 
My father jotted a URL on my pad and stalked out, fists clenched.
 
When I brought up the site, my jaw dropped.
 
Alexa suspected nothing when I took some pictures and movies of
her, some naked.  I sent them by the method requested.  The
organization was hidden behind layers of proxies and deception
and encryption that I couldn't begin to understand.  However,
after they had the pictures for a few days, I got a return
message.
 
Alexa, now fourteen, beautiful, and largely innocent, was worth a
lot.  Customers would pay ten grand for an hour, and our cut was
half of that.  Had she been a virgin, the opportunity to correct
that condition could have brought in fifty thousand.  As valued
on the free black market, I was getting some very expensive tail
from my little sister.
 
--------------
 
"Hey, Alexa, how do you feel now?  I can't show my face in school
any more."
 
She fell to her knees.  "I am so, so sorry, Evan.  What can I
ever do?"  She kept asking that, and it was getting largely pro
forma.  The truth was  there wasn't much more that I wanted from
her.  I had lost interest in humiliating her just for the sake of
humiliation.
 
"Dad's going to send me to private school."
 
"Oh," she said.
 
"You know how expensive private school is, right?"
 
"Yeah, can we afford it?"
 
"Dad's not sure."
 
"Is there anything I could do?" she asked.
 
"I thought you might take an after-school job to help pay."
 
"Of course," she said, "but it can't help much, can it?"
 
"What I had in mind isn't an ordinary job."
 
"What kind is it?"
 
I smiled, relishing the opportunity.  "You know you like sex,
right?"
 
"You don't give me any choice, so I make the best of it, yes,"
she said.  Suddenly her eyes grew wide.
 
"No!  Evan!  Oh, no!  Please!"  She staggered.
 
She fell to her knees and launched into her apology.  I let her
finish, then had her say it twice more.
 
"But you see, Alexa, it's not really enough, is it?  I've still
lost my friends, and I still have to go to a different school."
 
She tried to control her sobs.
 
"Here's the good news, though.  They will treat you well.  They
will wear condoms.  And you won't have to work too often."
 
"Why?  What?"
 
"Because, little sister, you are a sweet, lovely thing.  And for
an hour's opportunity to see you naked, touch your private parts,
and slide a cock into your delicate little pussy..."
 
She shuddered as I said that.
 
"These nice men will pay $10,000."
 
She tried to comprehend that.
 
"We only get $5,000, but still...
 
"And, you will have to admit, dear sister, that with the proper
attitude, you are very fond of a cock sliding into your little
pussy."
 
I could see that my little sister felt shame for being forced to
prostitute herself, but also shame for being the kind of girl who
really did like to be fucked.
 
"You'll have to get used to full-size cocks," I said, a bit
wistfully.  "But I'm sure you'll stretch just fine.  Eight tricks
should do it," I said.
 
She pleaded more, but it was no use.  I had only to mention the
breast-itch potion in passing and her resistance faded.
 
-----------
 
A black Cadillac pulled up outside our house at the appointed
time.
 
Alexa fought back tears. She was dressed in a beautiful pink
dress with white stockings and black shoes.  Her hair was down
and it shone.  This was what the client had ordered.
 
Even I had some pangs of compassion.
 
"Remember, you deserve this.  You laughed at my small cock,
remember?"
 
"Yes, Evan, I remember," she said.
 
"Help the nice man feel good, OK?"
 
"Yes, Evan," she whispered.
 
A chunky man in a dark suit and sunglasses knocked.
 
Alexa gasped.  He did look like a hard, tough fellow.
 
"I bet you're just the driver, right?" I asked.
 
The man didn't speak, but he did nod.  Alexa relaxed a little.
 
 ------------------
 
I was waiting impatiently for Alexa to return.  It had been two
hours.
 
Through the window I saw her get out of the car and walk with
some dignity to the house and let herself in.
 
She looked at me with a neutral expression.
 
"How was it, sis?" I asked.
 
She just sighed and sat.  "Do I really need to tell you about
it?"
 
"Yes," I said with a smile.
 
"Could I take a shower and change first?" she asked.
 
That was fine with me.
 
In jeans and a T-shirt, she told me.
 
"He was old -- in his sixties, maybe.  He started feeling me up
just a little, and I fought back feeling yucky -- remembering how
I owed this to you.  Then he had me dance around for him and do a
striptease.  I did my best.  Then he had me undress him, which
was a lot of work, because he was in a coat and tie.
 
"And then he had me kneel and suck his dick.  It took a while for
it to get hard.  But when it did he moaned and before long he
came in my mouth.  It tasted yucky.  You have very sweet sperm,
Evan," she said, playfully, before remembering her need to be
subservient.  "Then we lay on the bed.  He sucked my nipples, and
poked his finger up my pussy, but he didn't get hard again.  He
grumbled that he had paid to get into my pussy but wasn't going
to be able to.  He had me lie on top of him, then he licked my
pussy with his tongue."  She made a face.  "I pretended to enjoy
it.  Then he just wanted me to snuggle against him, and I did.  I
noticed he was crying a little when it was time to go.  I
actually felt sorry for him and reached up to kiss him on the
cheek twice, and that made him smile."
 
"So, he never fucked you?"
 
"Just his finger."
 
She looked down and shifted in her chair, leading me to suspect
she was thinking about the same question I was -- how big his
dick was compared to mine.  But I knew the answer.  If it had
been tiny she would have volunteered the information.
 
"Let's fuck, Alexa.  Your bed, on your back.  I'll be there in a
minute."
 
"Sure," she said, with a smile.
 
She was waiting, wet as always.  She smiled up at me as I mounted
her.
 
"I do love it when you fuck me," she said, warmly.  "I knew it
before, but being with that man made me realize how much I love
it with you."
 
Alexa has a future as a hooker if she wants it.  She only had to
take four different men.  The first guy liked her so much that he
took her for a second two-hour session, and from that our cut was
$10,000.  That time he did screw her.  She impressed her second
man, and got two more one-hour sessions out of him.  Numbers
three and four just took her for a single hour, but that let her
reach her fundraising goal of $40,000.
 
I never inquired about how a normal-size dick had felt in
her.  But once her cunt had been stretched by a big dick, I
somehow didn't want to get into it any more.  I couldn't tell her
that, of course.
 
Soon her service to me consisted only of cleaning my room and
cooking me treats.  She got used to doing without sex.  Most
14-year-old girls do.  But even though most 15-year-old boys also
do without sex, I had no intention of that.  I had another idea.
 
 
--------------
 
"Are you sure that Ellen is the only person you told?" I asked.
 
She nodded, and I knew her well enough to know she was telling
the truth.
 
"I have one more requirement of you."  I handed her a sealed
plastic pouch with a cotton ball in it.  "Get Ellen to sniff
this."
 
Alexa's eyes opened wide.
 
"You were very bad, especially telling dad, and not only telling
Ellen but laughing at my embarrassment," I said.  "But she was
bad too, passing it on."
 
"But a friend?  How could I do that to a friend?"
 
"Tell your friend that if she has any difficulties, she can come
over to hang out at your house."
 
"How could I?  That would be such a total betrayal!  You can do
anything to me!  But my friend?"
 
 
After a few days of evasion and refusal, I had had enough.
 
Alexa woke to my body covering her, and a rag held over her face.
 
"Take a nice breath, Alexa."
 
She shook her head violently, but it was no use.  Eventually she
had to breathe, and her face flushed red.
 
The next evening, she came to my room on her knees.  She couldn't
help scratching her breast a few times.  If the potion had worked
as advertised, her nipples would have been leaking weird-smelling
stuff and itching too.
 
"I did a very bad thing, Evan.  I've tried to apologize and do
anything you wanted.  Would you like more sexual relations?  Blow
jobs?  I would be happy to give them to you."
 
"That's kind of you, but no, I want you to get Ellen to sniff
what's in the bag I give you."
 
"What are you going to give her?"
 
"That is none of your business.  Alexa, you realize you did a
very bad thing laughing at my small dick."
 
"Yes, Evan, I am sorry..."
 
"Does Ellen realize she did a very bad thing?"
 
"I tried to bring up the subject once, but she laughed at me."
 
"Perhaps she needs to learn to see that she was bad too."
 
"But she's my friend!"
 
"I won't tell her that you had anything to do with her upcoming
difficulties," I said.

"She'll figure it out!" Alex said.

"Besides, I lost my friends.  Why shouldn't you lose one of
yours?"
 
It was hard to tell to what extent my reasoning was having an
effect on her, and to what extent it was hard to think straight
with itchy breasts oozing yellowish goo and a bladder that felt
like it was going to burst.
 
She promised.  I gave her relief.  She kept her word.
 
 
-------------
 
"Evan, you know Ellen, right?"
 
"We've met a few times.  Nice to see you again."
 
"Hi."
 
"How are you today, Ellen?"
 
She looked pretty haggard.
 
"Kind of sick, actually.  Alexa says she got the same kind of
thing and you had a homeopathic remedy that worked."
 
"Oh.  What's the problem?"
 
"You really want to know?  It's kind of private stuff."
 
"Yeah, please tell me."
 
"I can't piss.  Isn't that the weirdest thing?"
 
"Yeah.  Hmmm.  Did you go to the doctor?"
 
"Yeah.  She says it's because I'm diddling myself too much.  Can
you believe it?"
 
Ellen was more willing to talk about this stuff than Alexa.
 
"How much do you play with yourself, Ellen?"
 
She looked at me a little funny, then.  "Not that much."
 
Bringing up the next subject was hard, but I knew I was going to
have the last laugh.  "Say, the whole school knows I have a
little cock."
 
"Well, yeah, so I heard."
 
"Alexa was the one who told you, and she feels very sorry for
what she did.  She says the only one she told was you, and that
you laughed at how I got embarrassed about it."
 
"Well, yeah.  She did too."
 
"Yeah, she told me that.  But she has apologized.  Many times."
 
I looked at Alexa, who looked down, embarrassed.
 
"So would you be willing to apologize?"
 
"Geez, it wasn't any big deal, right?  I mean, anybody's going to
laugh at a little cock, right?"
 
"Maybe, but if a guy has to leave school because of what she did,
she might regret it."
 
"Well, OK, sorry," she said.
 
"That didn't sound very convincing."
 
"OK, 'Sorrrryyy'" she said in exaggerated, sarcastic fashion.
 
I could see Alexa over Ellen's shoulder, looking down, putting
her hand over her face and shaking her head.
 
"Very well," I said, coldly, and produced a small vial.  "Just
take a whiff of this."
 
She did, thanked me, and was out the door.
 
"What are you going to do to her, Evan?" Alexa asked.
 
"You'll see."  Her sniff had set her up for her next day's
problem, but I hadn't decided about anything beyond that. I would
think of something good.
 
"She's really a good person, just a little insensitive
sometimes."
 
 
-----------------
 
The bell rang, and there was Ellen, looking uneasy.
 
"That stuff yesterday was really helpful, Evan.  Thanks!  Could I
have some more of it?"
 
"Well, why don't you come in and have a Coke first."
 
Ellen hesitated.  "OK," she said.
 
I had one too.  "Why don't you show me your house?" I asked. 
"Alexa's been there, but I've never been."
 
"Well, OK."
 
Her house was only a few blocks away.  As we walked, she kept
looking around, hoping no one would see her walking with Alexa's
brother -- the guy with the little dick.
 
"Show me your bedroom."
 
"OK, but you're not getting weird with me, right?"
 
"No, no, I won't touch you."
 
Ellen showed me her room.  I shut the door behind me.  She eyed
me warily.
 
"You can get what you want without a vial.  Do you smell
something funny?"
 
"Yeah.  Aftershave or something?"
 
"Just follow that smell."
 
She sniffed, and it became clear to her quickly that the odor was
coming from my crotch.
 
"Evan, are you looking for a blow job?"
 
"Oh no, Ellen, not that.  Just apologize, OK?"
 
"I'm sorry about your dick -- I mean telling people about your
dick."  She changed the subject suddenly. "Evan, excuse me, I've
got to go."
 
I was leaning against the door.
 
"Oh, surely you can hold it a little longer.  Is it nice to laugh
at people?"
 
"No, Evan, it's not nice... please, I got to go real bad!"
 
"Perhaps down on your knees?"
 
"Evan, I gotta go now!"
 
She tried pulling me away from the door, but I wouldn't be moved.
 
"Gee, we learned in kindergarten to use our words, right?"
 
Ellen looked around, panicked, her face contorted with pain.  She
spied a metal trash can and reached for it to maybe use as a piss
pot, but it was too late.  She frantically unfastened her pants
and pulled them halfway down her butt, her panties just an inch
below her exposed crotch when she let loose.  A flood gushed onto
her panties, then the inside of her jeans legs started darkening,
but not before a flood of pee came out at her ankle, filling her
shoe and quickly pooling on the carpet.
 
Her look of mortification was perfect.
 
"Gosh, Ellen, I thought you were toilet-trained!"
 
"Evan, you ... you, asshole!"
 
"That's not a nice thing to call me.  But I bet you feel a lot
better.  You said you were having trouble peeing, and it looks
like you peed."
 
"Evan, get out.  You're a total dickhead!"
 
"You'll regret that, Ellen."
 
My plan had worked perfectly.  I had been playing with some of
the other factors in my chemistry set.  I linked the drug that
let her pee to my scent.  Getting a sniff of me was enough to
free up her urinary sphincter.  A day's worth of pee topped off
with a coke was more than her own voluntary muscle control could
handle.
 
-------------
 
To my surprise, she didn't contact me the next day, but the day
after she appeared at my door.
 
"I'm so sorry, Evan, for anything mean I've said.  I need your
help."
 
"Why is that, Ellen?"
 
"I went to the doctor again yesterday, and she catheterized me so
I could pee, but then she said this could get serious if I didn't
stop playing with myself.  She talked about having them tie my
hands to the bedposts at night!  And said in bad cases, if I
didn't stop, they might have to take out my ovaries!"
 
"Wow, that sounds serious!"
 
"But it's all your doing, right?  You're why I can't pee, and why
my pussy is all crazy, right?"
 
"What makes you think that?  Whenever you see me, things get
better, right?  What's your problem now?"
 
"I can't pee, and my pussy is all riled up."
 
"And you don't want to go back to the doctor?"
 
"No!  Evan, please!"  And in a softer voice, "Can you help me
now?  It hurts!"
 
"Hmmmm.  Last time I helped you pee you wet your pants.  I
wouldn't want you doing that here.  But let's go into my room." 
We walked in.  Ellen, I'd like you to make the acquaintance of my
little dick."
 
She stifled a groan, but following my gesture undid my zipper and
fished out my small dick.  With a look of distaste, she took it
in her mouth and set about pleasuring me.  The warmth felt good,
but I had a sudden urge.
 
"Hey Ellen."
 
"Yeah."
 
"I want to fuck you.  Right now."
 
The girl winced.  "And then you'll give me the stuff?"
 
"You do what I say first."
 
She hesitated only a moment, but the uppity nasty girl got pale
and started shaking a bit as she stripped her clothes off.  She
had a nice body, though different from Alexa's.  She had a fuller
body type, with bigger tits and a bigger ass.  Her pussy was
swollen and dripping.
 
I stripped and leaned over her, my little hard cock twitching.
 
"See, my cock is very offended that you called it little, and
laughed at it, so it is now going to get you back by burrowing
into your cunt,  And when it's good and ready, it's going to
shoot sperm up in you.  You're mine!  Do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Evan," she said meekly.
 
I took a moment to suck on a nipple, then remembered her calling
me an asshole.  I bit hard.  She shrieked.  I sucked some of the
blood, then brought myself up to the main attraction.
 
Ellen was a virgin, and although her pussy was engorged and wet,
it was small.  I positioned my cock and hammered it home.
 
"Ouch, ouch, shit!" she cried, then whimpered.  Blood ran out
between her legs.  Between that and the trickle of blood that had
run down her breast, these sheets were probably history.
 
"I guess my little cock is big enough to rupture your cherry, and
big enough to make it hurt."
 
"Evan, it hurts every time you move!"
 
"Good, good!"  I set about a good, solid, earnest fuck, my tough
and mean Ellen wincing and crying the whole time.  My thrusting
was lubricated by her own drug-induced juices and the blood I had
freed with her cherry-popping.
 
When I'd had enough of ramming her, I sped up.
 
"Here comes the sperm, Ellen."
 
She nodded briefly but kept crying.  When the tip of my cock was
hammered into Ellen its full three and a half inches, I spurted,
again and again.
 
I relaxed and lay beside her.
 
"Evan?" she said softly.
 
"What?"
 
"I have to go pee now."
 
I smiled.  Everything was working perfectly.  I had concocted her
last batch so it would be relieved by semen.  It would have
worked if I had come in her mouth and she had swallowed, but a
sperm bath deep in her cunt was even better.
 
"OK, but first why don't you sniff tomorrow's medicine."  I
produced a small vial.
 
"What's that going to do?"
 
"None of your business.  But I will tell you that you won't like
it, and the way to be cured is to come back to my house and take
more of my sperm in your cunt."
 
I held the vial under her nose.  She didn't breathe at first. 
"Come on, Ellen dear, take a whiff."
 
She had to, of course.
 
 
-------------------------
 
When I got home from school, Ellen was waiting out front, doubled
over.
 
"Please, Evan.  Could you do me now?  It hurts so much!" she
said.
 
"Oh, c'mon, let me get settled in."
 
I had her sit on the porch, miserable, as I put my stuff away and
got myself a snack.  Finally I opened the door for her.
 
"Where?  What do you want?" she asked urgently.

"Why don't you tell me the problem?"

"It's like the worst cramps I've ever got, even though it's not
my period.  I've been throwing up and having diarrhea.  It's
awful!"

I gave her a little something to whiff.  I didn't want any
diarrhea or vomiting while I fucked her.  So I cured her problem
first, but I gave her another one.

"In my room, on the bed.  Put your butt up in the air like a
bitch."
 
"OK, OK," she said, and flashed down the hall and got ready.  My
little cock rose rapidly.
 
I penetrated her from the rear.  "Here is my little pissed off
cock, again," I said.
 
"What would you like my little cock to do, Ellen?"
 
"Come in me!"
 
"Would you like my little cock to make you pregnant?"
 
She hesitated just a moment.  "Yes!"
 
"Well, you'll just have to wait.  I'm going to enjoy fucking for
a while first."

"Oh, shit, Evan!  My boobs are getting very sore!"

I proceeded to luxuriously bathe my cock in her hot and smooth
female parts.  She was getting more and more uncomfortable, but I
didn't mind.  "A very nice pussy, Ellen," I said.  I only had
Alexa's to compare it to, and they felt pretty much the same, but
it sure did feel good.
 
"Oh, Evan, come in my cunt!  Plaster me full of wicked, juicy
sperm!"
 
I liked this bit of creativity!
 
"Don't miss, be sure it all goes in!  You feel so big inside me
-- I mean that -- and I want to feel you grow and shoot.  I'd
love to have your baby!"
 
I grabbed her hips roughly and knifed up into her over and over,
and finally as requested I shot her full.
 
The semen in her cunt stopped the breast pain.  She didn't come,
but her relief from stopping the pain might have been better than
an ogasm.
 
----------------
 
I had had fun humiliating Ellen.  She was harder to tame than
Alexa had been.  Her nasty side came out again, and at the moment
of truth she was naked on the garage floor, body scratched and
filthy, kissing my feet between incoherent sobs.  I had been
really pissed and thrown everything together, so she couldn't
pee, her cunt was sopping wet but itched like crazy, her breasts
hurt and itched, and her womb was seizing with what felt the most
intense menstrual cramps imaginable.

But in time she too came to understand that she deserved all the
punishment I meted out and more, and satisfied my every request
with humility.  I still chuckled when I remembered her peeing her
pants.  I relished the sight of her down on her knees begging for
forgiveness.  I also relished having her begging me to fuck her,
and most of all I relished fucking her.
 
She wasn't the only one who had spread my secret.  I found the
names of others.  My loyal servant Alexa helped me find out.  One
by one Alexa gave them the medicine to keep them from peeing and
then delivered them into my clutches for humiliation and some
good solid fucking.

None required the treatment I had given Ellen.  Many seemed truly
sorry even before I did anything.  In any case, the word had
gotten around that if you started feeling weird in any part of
your girl parts, you should go to Evan and do anything he asked.
Absolutely anything.
 
--------------------
 
When Anne came in one evening my father was in the living room. 
I introduced them.  Anne had itchy breasts and a soupy pussy and
a full bladder she couldn't empty.  To her credit, she was
sociable with my father for a minute, but then excused herself to
hurry to my bedroom, hoping I would join her shortly and dying to
feel me shoot my sperm up inside her.  Just as I turned to follow
her, I saw unmistakable lust in my father's eyes.
 
-------------------
 
"Can we take a walk, Dad?"
 
We walked half a block in silence.
 
"You haven't dated anyone since mom left, have you?"
 
He seemed surprised by this topic.  "No, actually," he paused,
"no, I haven't."
 
"Why not?"
 
"I loved your mom, but things didn't work out so well, as you
know."
 
"But you could start new with someone else, right?"
 
"I love my work, Evan.  I don't have time for a relationship. 
Women need a lot of attention.  A lot of maintenance."
 
"What about sex, dad?  Do you miss the sex?"
 
He hesitated to get into that topic with me, but he did.
 
"Yes, I miss the sex a lot.  But there are always 
complications.  A woman won't let you do it to her unless there
is a 'meaningful relationship'."
 
We walked another half block in silence.
 
"You know girls come visit me a lot, right?"
 
"Yeah, I've noticed you have a lot of girls visiting.  You're
getting popular, I guess.  That's great!"
 
"Dad, not all of those girls come here because they like me." 
That was an exaggeration.  Not one of them really wanted to see
me.  "They come because they helped spread the news about my
little cock.  And I am punishing them."
 
He didn't skip a beat.  "I'm not surprised.  They certainly
deserve punishment."
 
"You know how I'm doing it right?"
 
"I have a good guess."
 
"Would you like to help punish some of them?"
 
He stopped dead in his tracks.
 
"Me?"
 
"Well, I saw you looking at Anne the other night."
 
He blushed a little.  "Oh, no, I was just ... well, she's an
attractive girl.  I'm sure some boy her age will be very happy
some day."
 
"She's sixteen."
 
"Oh, no, Evan, I couldn't possibly."
 
"She doesn't want to do it with me, you can be sure.  As long as
she's got to do it with someone she doesn't want, I doubt she
would care much exactly who."
 
"No, Evan.  I can't ... Thank you for thinking of me, but no."
 
 
----------------
 
I knocked and my Dad invited me in sleepily.  It was 2am.
 
"Hey, dad, this is Anne.  You remember her?"
 
"Oh!"  He sat up quickly.
 
"Mr. Graham, um, I wondered if I could talk with you."
 
"Hmmm?  What?" Dad said.
 
"I'm having trouble getting along with my father, and Evan says
you're a good Dad, and maybe you could help me understand him a
little better so we can get along."
 
As she spoke, she was climbing into bed beside him.  My father
sat in a daze.
 
"I figure it would be easier for me to feel comfortable talking
if we're lying down in the dark together.  You know, help me open
up and talk?"
 
"Ummmm," said Dad, fidgeting.
 
"Well," I said.  "I hope you can listen to Anne and see if you
can help her out, dad.  Whenever you're done, Anne, you can come
see me and I'll walk you home.  OK, bye!" I said, shutting the
door behind me, grinning.
 
Anne had big tits and a big ass.  She really didn't turn me on
that much, but from Dad's expression the night he had first met
her it was obvious she was his type of girl.
 
At breakfast the next morning there was no sign of Anne, as Dad
had driven her home very early in the morning.  But Dad was
wandering through his morning routine in a daze.  A very happy
daze.
 
Anne came to see me every evening to do whatever I asked in
payment for the delicious whiffs that let her pee and made her
breasts stop itching.  But with great generosity I gave her her
relief.  I didn't punish her at the time, but instead offered her
the chance to get more of my father's counsel.
 
----------------
 
"Evan!"  Anne seemed positively excited.  "Can I see your dad
again tonight?"
 
She had never shown any true enthusiasm for seeing my father
before.
 
"Sure..."
 
"Oh, goody!" she said.  She waited impatiently for her relief
medicine to take effect and peed quickly.  She kissed me before
flying to my father's room.
 
-----------
 
"Do you think Anne's been punished enough?" Dad asked me.
 
"Only if you do," I said, grinning.
 
"I think she has been.  We've been having some good talks and she
says she's getting along much better with her father."
 
He paused.  "Have you ever thought much about the letter 'V'? 
It's so cool, with those two lines slanting together..."
 
------------
 
Factor V had not been in the book before, I was certain of it.
 
'Factor V:  Increases sexual pleasure in women.  The effect of
high doses has not been studied scientifically, but moderate
doses are highly effective at restoring libidinal energies to
women who have lost interest in sex.'
 
Anne arrived just about every evening, eager to see Dad.  She
tried unsuccessfully to hide her adoration.  The two disappeared
into his bedroom much earlier than a usual bedtime.  She didn't
always succeed in stifling her loud moans and screams of
pleasure.
 
Her parents believed that she was best friends with Alexa, and
the friendship was so intense they saw each other just about
every evening.  Dad soberly confirmed with her parents that Anne
was delightful and it was no problem if she slept over yet
again.  Anne's parents didn't ask too many questions, as she was
suddenly much more friendly and cheerful and had started applying
herself diligently at school.
 
I had to think about Factor V.  So far I had used the chemistry
set to control by discomfort or pain.  All of my concoctions were
all sticks.  Factor V was a carrot.  Factor V made Anne race in
the door, eager to see my father.
 
How much did I want to humiliate?  And how much did I just want
to fuck for pleasure?
 
 
-------------------
 
"So, Gayle," I said.  "What brings you here?"
 
Gayle was on the quiet side, but so beautiful she didn't have to
try much to be popular.  She was at worst a minor player in
spreading the news about my cock.  But she had snickered too when
she found out I had a small cock.  She was definitely only a bit
player in terms of what she had done for me.  But I hadn't had
Alexa deliver her to my clutches to punish her, really.  I had
snared her because she was gorgeous and hot.
 
"I'm, um, uncomfortable, and Alexa says you have a remedy that
she and Ellen recommend.  I said I might go to the doctor first,
but Alexa got apoplectic telling me not to do that, so I believed
her."
 
"Did they say anything else?"
 
"No."
 
"Ellen told me she told you I had a little cock."  It was getting
easier and easier for me to say this as time went on.
 
Gayle looked a little uncomfortable.
 
"And that you laughed when she told you."
 
Gayle looked down.  "I did, a little, it's true.  But I felt bad
about it."
 
"Did you tell anyone else?"
 
"No!  And once it was all over the school I felt so bad." She
hesitated.  "When Ellen and some friends were laughing about it I
tried to tell them it wasn't nice, but it didn't do any
good.  They started laughing at me."
 
Of course.  A single girl couldn't fight against the herd
mentality. I wanted to believe her.  I decided I did believe her,
and I was touched. 
 
I gave her the whiff that would let her pee, but I had added a
new factor.
 
---------
 
Gayle looked quite distressed when she arrived the next day.
 
"There's something else, Evan."
 
"Why don't I give you the stuff to let you pee, and then we'll
talk about the other."
 
"It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm incredibly horny.  My, you
know, parts down there are all swollen up."
 
"Hmmmmm," I said.  "Is that a proposition?"
 
"No!" she said, though a bit uncertainly.  "Do you have a cure
for that too?"
 
I smiled.  "The only cure for that is sex."
 
Gayle looked uneasy.  She was a good girl, and while she had
dated quite a bit, she was a virgin.
 
"With who?  How am I going to... ?"
 
"There's always me.  I'm right here, and I won't say anything to
ruin your reputation."
 
She sat in stunned silence, her pulsing pussy clouding her
judgment.
 
"You're horny, and I'm right here!  And besides, it might be one
way to make it up to me.  Accepting the cock you laughed at."
 
Gayle's warring feelings were plainly visible.  She was being
coerced, and I was far from cool.  On the other hand, I knew that
if the chemistry manual was correct, she was feeling a powerful
primal hunger.
 
"You laughed at my little cock, remember?  You regret it, right?"
 
"Yes...  OK," she said uncertainly.  "Where?"
 
"My bedroom will be just fine."
 
If she had refused, my next move was to tell her that
unfortunately it was only sex with me that would cure her, not
sex with just anyone.  But it was nicer that I didn't have to
tighten the screws.
 
Gayle stripped and lay back on the bed.  Her pussy was, as she
had said, very prominent and very wet.  The rest of her was just
as beautiful as I had imagined her, having mentally undressed her
any number of times.
 
My cock wasn't fully erect when I stripped.  But she looked at it
with adoration and stroked it.  "It's beautiful!" she said.  "I
need that in me ... as soon as you can!"
 
Her admiration and caress did the job.  I leaned over her and
pressed my cock against her sopping pussy lips.  The instant I
started sliding in, she gasped and I felt her pussy clench.
 
"Oh my God!" she moaned.
 
As I thrust into her truly hot, velvety pussy I felt her clench
rhythmically over and over.
 
"It feels so good!" she blurted out urgently.  From her wiggling
and moaning and spasming cunt it sure looked like she was having
a continuous, massive orgasm.
 
It was hard to hold back.
 
"Oh, please ... come, Evan!  Come in me!  I don't think ... I can
stand it ... much longer!"
 
It was the best orgasm of my life, in a truly beautiful girl with
the hottest, silkiest vagina, writhing with orgasm from my
attentions and begging for my sperm.  She stifled a scream and
went rigid when I came, clutching my back.
 
I had devised her concoction so her pussy would start returning
to normal once she got a dose of my semen, and I expected her to
leave as soon as I would let her.
 
Instead, within a couple minutes she was playing with my cock,
whispering and cooing to it, then taking it in her mouth and
swirling her tongue.  It soon got hard again. She came back to
face me, on our sides, and said, "Again ... please?" and gently
nudged me in the direction of mounting her.  I eagerly complied,
and once again she started convulsing as soon as my cock entered
her.  It took me a while to finish, having come a few minutes
before.  She lay in what was obviously a continuous orgasm, and
when I came she shrieked again.  Then she fainted, but she
revived within a minute.
 
She looked disappointed when I told her it was time for her to
go.  She had already fainted; what would happen to her next?  Her
body was so ravaged by orgasms that she had trouble standing up
straight at first.
 
-------------
 
Gayle begged to see me again the next day.  I had prepared a
potion that kept her from peeing as well as made her hot, wet and
horny, and the second day was as passionate as the first.  From
then on I felt no need to interfere with her peeing and lowered
the horniness component somewhat.
 
Gayle couldn't hide her ecstasy from her friends, and eventually
let slip that if you wanted a good time, you should definitely
consider Evan.
 
I engaged Alexa as my broker.  A dozen times girls showed up at
my house in the afternoon simply in anticipation of a good time,
not because of any drug-induced distress.  They were dressed to
arouse, as nervous as a girl who had a date with the hunky senior
quarterback.  I did have a potion for her to sniff at the time,
and after she did, we talked for fifteen minutes as her pussy
swelled in her panties.  Some did a strip-tease.  Some were
excellent at giving head. But all of them were soon on their
backs, legs spread wide, imploring me to get my cock into their
pussies as soon as possible.
 
Apparently one side effect of Factor V was that the girls wanted
to get pregnant.  I had knocked up four of them before I
discovered what was going on.  I then added in a contraceptive
factor.  Curiously, all four girls were adamant that they wanted
to carry their babies to term and give them up for adoption, and
they all did.  I was infamous for impregnating four girls at
roughly the same time.  Parents told their girls they were
strictly forbidden to see me under any circumstances, but it did
no good.
 
Girls got hooked on me, and when I tired of a girl, it was
sometimes hard to get rid of her.  I found another factor in my
chemistry set that eliminated a girl's libidinal energies, and I
combined it with a factor to make the effect last a week.  That
was enough to cure a girl of her addiction.
 
A year after my departure, I returned to my old school. The girls
treated me as a deity, and spoke with hushed awe of my
magnificent small cock.  The guys grumbled but didn't dare cross
me.
 
After a year I tired of new pussy.  I had already wormed my way
into the pussies of all the girls I found truly alluring.
 
Gayle was my favorite, and when I propositioned her again she
leapt into bed with me and was ecstatic when I suggested that she
become my steady.  I tuned her dose so that she was content with
getting fucked to massive orgasm only twice a day, which suited
my tastes best.
 
 
-----------------
 
"Hey, Alexa," I said.
 
"Yes, Evan, what can I do for you?" she said in the tone of
servant to master.
 
"I hear Lewis has been putting moves on you."
 
"Yes, I'm afraid so, but of course I turn him down."
 
"Do you like him?"
 
"I belong to you, Evan."
 
"You have been very faithful and helpful, it is true.  But if it
was up to you, would you like Lewis?"
 
"Well, I ..."  Her expression readily confirmed the rumors I had
gotten from Gayle.
 
"Apologize."  She did, beautifully and sincerely.
 
I took a deep breath.  "Go ahead, sis," I said.  "I give you
permission."
 
"For what?"
 
"To date Lewis."
 
She proceeded cautiously, uncertain if I might change my
mind.  But one afternoon the two of them disappeared into her
bedroom, and it was just possible to hear a stifled moan.
 
--------------
 
"Here, sis, sniff this."
 
Alexa paled.
 
"It will be OK, I promise."
 
She sniffed, not trusting me exactly, but clear that she needed
to meet all of my wishes unquestioningly.  She sure looked pretty
when that red blush flashed across her face.
 
The next afternoon when Lewis and Alexa disappeared into the
bedroom, her moans were unmistakable, and then she shrieked.
 
 
-----------------
 
"Evan, I ..." Alexa stammered that evening after Lewis had left.
 
"Nice?" I asked.
 
My baby sister gave an entirely natural blush and smiled.
 
I handed her a vial that had quite a bit of liquid in it, good
for many, many sniffs.
 
"I ... you ... oh, Evan!"
 
I rose and let her hug me.  I hugged her back.
 
Uncertainly, she began, "Evan, I am so sorry --"
 
"It's OK, sis," I interrupted.  "I forgive you."  After a pause,
I repeated it so she would get that it wasn't just for some
little thing that had happened lately.  "I forgive you."
 
We hugged, perhaps a bit longer than an affectionate brother and
sister might hug, but just a bit.
 
---------------
 
Alexa dumped Lewis after a while, but she took up with Mike. 
They got on quite well, rapidly escalating to regular afternoon
screams from the bedroom as Alexa just couldn't restrain herself,
juiced up to nymphomania from her Factor V.
 
Mike had a small dick too, and it was one thing she liked about
him.  He felt right for the family somehow.  She explained to
Mike the trouble she had gotten into for telling the world about
my small dick -- though she omitted several details.  Then, after
getting his permission in writing, Alexa told the rest of us that
Mike had a small dick too.  My dad in turn came forward to tell
everyone about his small dick, something previously known only to
me -- and Anne, of course.  So the six of us all knew about the
three small dicks, and I think the three of us guys felt better
about ourselves, having a kind of support group.
 
The three couples became a sort of family at that point, as Gayle
and Mike and Anne stayed overnight a lot.  We never did any group
sex, but the girls put less and less effort into muffling their
stupendous orgasms brought on by Factor V.  The rest of us
sometimes clapped when Anne screamed from dad's bedroom, or Gayle
cried out, "Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Yes, Evan..." at the top of
her lungs.  Now and then Alexa made the mistake of yelling out
"Evan" instead of "Mike".  But Mike thought it was funny, as he
knew about Alexa's history with me.
 
And in that entirely pleasant fashion my junior and senior years
of high school passed.
 
The chemistry set itself remains dad's and my secret, though. 
It's a father-son bonding sort of thing.
 
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