--Six years and eleven months before day one // the Elmore JHS recess yard--

 

Rachel sat alone on the bench, watching everyone else socialize, be active, or just stay occupied. Technically, she was occupied, too - occupied with how her social life had all but collapsed in the past month. 

 

It started with her friends mocking her after the party they didn't go to - she responded by shunning them entirely. Within weeks, rumors circulated throughout the older student body: that she liked young boys, that the orange fish boy she kissed was her boyfriend, and, more recently, that she was having sex. None of it true, obviously. But, as usual for school rumors, her every denial lead to further rumor-mongering and increased social shunning in return. 

 

Today was no different. Expecting another recess by herself, Rachel put her hands in her pockets and sighed. 

 

Why can't anyone listen to me? It's not like I'm a pathological liar or anything. Besides, it was just a teensy little kiss. 

 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone sit down with her on the bench, pretending not to be interested. The person was wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. 

 

"Hi... I'm new here. My name's Natasha."

 

'Natasha' looked straight at Rachel, theIr face no longer concealed by the shadow of the hood. It was a girl, one with a pale face and geek glasses. Rachel scoffed at her. 

 

"That's nice. The chess club's over there."

 

"I heard around school that you-"

 

Rachel sighed, shoving her palm into her face. 

 

"They're lying. I don't like little boys, ok? I'm sick of hearing it."

 

Natasha's voice lowered to a whisper. 

 

"It's ok. I do too."

 

Rachel cringed for a moment, then looked away. 

 

"You expect me to believe that? Want me to say something my 'friends' would like to hear?" 

 

"No, no. I just had a gift for you."

 

Rachel rolled her eyes, almost done with this creepy girl. 

 

"Is this a religion thing?"

 

"Nope. Well... I guess you could say boys are my religion. And our 'flock' has a neat little site."

 

Rachel raised a brow, a bit morbidly curious. 

 

"What kind of site?"

 

"I'll show you."

 

Natasha reached into a hoodie pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper, setting it on Rachel's lap. 

 

"I wrote this all down last night. It's the address and my username, if you wanna talk more. I hope you like it."

 

Natasha walked off, leaving a confused Rachel alone again. She unfolded the paper - it was a bunch of random letters and numbers with '.radish' at the end. And the username wasn't any more helpful - 'bubblyboys35'. Her instinct told her better, but instead of crumpling it up, she stuffed it in her pocket, letting curiosity get the better of her as the school bell rang. 

 

I've got a bad feeling about this... But I can't just leave the breadcrumb trail as it is... No. I shouldn't. I'll probably get a computer virus or something. 

 

 

--Day three--

 

 

"I was thinking about us in the future... Let's move out together, get a nice home, get married, have a few kids.... I've got a billion, trillion things I want to do with you, Toby..." 

 

Tobias was half-asleep, and he couldn't make out any of what his sister was saying. He blinked a few times before slurring out whatever popped in his head. 

 

"Nnn... I want... hamburger meat for breakfast..."

 

Rachel giggled a bit and rubbed Tobias' sides in her usual manner. 

 

"You say the funniest things when you're half asleep, Toby."

 

In an instant, Tobias was in panic mode, despite his sleepiness. 

 

"Nnh? I've gotta get... outta here..."

 

He shuffled around, although it was pointless, since Rachel's arms held him in a tight, bear-like grip. Through his sleepy eyes, he saw a smile on his sister's face. 

 

"Hold on there, little dude. You need some more sleep. Settle down, buddy."

 

Tobias struggled for a few seconds more before realizing, in his haze, that it was futile to struggle further. He closed his eyes, heeding his body's wish for more sleep. He sensed Rachel caressing him, holding him like her life depended on it, before he blanked out. 

 

But it wasn't sleep that took him. 

 

The next thing he knew, he was... looking at himself from... above the ceiling. He felt like his mind was on standby mode, as he couldn't even think. He could just view and register what was happening below. He saw himself on his bed with Rachel, her mouth moving like she was engaged in some deep conversation. And... her shirt was gone. So were her shorts. They were discarded on the floor, apparently tossed aside. She didn't even have any underwear on. She was just naked, in his bed, talking about nothing while she ran her hands down his sides and legs. 

 

Her mouth moved some more. Her demeanor changed. In seconds, she went from happy-go-lucky teen girl having a conversation to one with a colder, aggressive look. She then stood on her knees, her privates right in his face. And then, she did something odd with them - she put two fingers in her privates, repeatedly pulling them out and sticking them back in, sometimes moving them around while they were inside her. A few more seconds and some weird, clear fluid squirted out from her privates. It squirted around his lips. It didn't look like pee, and it didn't have the consistency or liquidity of pee either. He couldn't feel it, nor anything else. 

 

Rachel seemed poorly composed, almost angry as she laid back down next to him. She moved her mouth some more. Tobias could faintly hear her voice through all the haze and jumbled speech. 

 

"...know you know what it is... a bunch of times... soon we'll be... my future husband..."

 

Tobias heard, but didn't listen, to whatever she was saying. He felt his mind start to shut down. Above the ceiling, staring into a dark abyss, he closed his eyes and sensed himself melting away. 

 

--One hour later--

 

Tobias was still in bed. He turned to his side to see Rachel gone, despite the space she took up still feeling warm. He himself felt... slimy. Like a used tissue. He touched around his mouth, remembering his strange experience; some spots were sticky, even a bit moist. He also felt like he had wet himself; he looked at his privates and saw some odd, clear fluid oozing from his... thing. It certainly wasn't pee, whatever it was. In the middle of examining himself, Rachel burst into the room. 

 

"C'mon, Toby, we're taking a shower." 

 

Tobias' head was too foggy from his slumber, and when Rachel took his arm and dragged him out of bed, he could do little but mumble and attempt to step back in protest. He wasn't a match for his older sister, however, and he could only accept his sister's will as she dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was still as naked as she was earlier, but this time there was something weird about her face. There was some sort of silver fluid on her. Tobias was too confused and tired to make any sort of connection as Rachel picked him up and sat him down in the bathtub, joined him, closed the curtain, and ran the water. 

 

It was cold when it started, jolting Tobias to a slightly more aware state of consciousness. His sister was stepping on his leg, making it harder for him to get out. She also hogged the shower water, rubbing and wiping her face. Tobias groaned out of fatigue, and a bit out of nausea. 

 

"Rach...? What's up?"

 

Rachel got her foot off of Tobias' leg, crouched, then sat down with him. The water, now warm, washed over the both of them. Her face was soft, caring, loving. She hugged him then laid on him, locking him in an intense kiss, her tongue invading his mouth. Tobias could do nothing, pinned down by his older sister. He closed his eyes, focusing only on his other senses - which only made things worse. 

 

Warm water running down his back, arms, and legs. Rachel's arms squeezing him, her body constraining him, her hair lightly tickling his sides, the near rotten taste on her tongue as it danced around his. The sounds of her kissing him, her lips repeatedly pressing against his. 

 

Rachel turned over, Tobias over his sister. She gave one more drawn-out kiss to him before pulling back. 

 

"I did a bunch of things with you today, Toby. And you did a bunch of things with me, too." 

 

She moved him closer to her face, his privates right in front of her nose. 

 

"You came for the first time, Toby. You came on my face. You showed me how much you love me."

 

"...Came?"

 

"Yup, you came all over my face like a good little boyfriend. You were asleep, though, so you didn't feel it... I would have waited, but I can't help myself. Sorry, little bud. I really wanted you to be awake for your first cumshot, giving your sister her first facial-"

 

"R- Rachel, stop it! Stop... Stop being... so weird!"

 

Tobias started to cry. He moved away from Rachel, towards the bath drain. 

 

"I don't know what you're talking about, but it's really scaring me! I don't wanna do this anymore! I want the Rachel from last month back!"

 

Rachel sat up, her rainbow hair a wet mess, a frown on her face. 

 

"But Tobias... Last month was when I realized I... needed you."

 

"You don't need me, Rach, there's tons of other boys you can be with! I'm your brother! I can't be your boyfriend!" 

 

"Why not?"

 

She crawled towards him, getting in his face. 

 

"I thought you loved me, Toby. Guess I was wrong." 

 

"But I do love you, Rach!"

 

"Then prove it, Toby. You don't prove it by arguing how much you don't love me."

 

She sat on her knees and took his hands. 

 

"I know you love me as much as I do, Tobias. I know that deep down you want to be with me too."

 

"And what if I don't?"

 

"If you don't... Then I'll go away... And you'll forget all about me. So will mom, dad, and everyone else. I know you don't want that to happen." 

 

Tobias sniffled, crying like he hadn't in a long time. 

 

"I don't want to forget about you, Rach-"

 

"Then why do you keep acting like you do?" 

 

He fell silent for a few seconds, the water turning from warm to lukewarm. 

 

"I... I don't want you to touch me... I don't want you sniffing my undies... I don't want you to be creepy anymore."

 

"Toby... I've told you before..."

 

"I know, but I'm not an adult, I'm not ready for how adults do things yet."

 

"But you are."

 

"How?"

 

"You showed me earlier."

 

She pointed at his privates. 

 

"When a boy sees a girl he really likes, he gets hard. That means his di-... His penis becomes all stiff and rigid, and it stands up straight." 

 

Tobias was crying again, now beginning to hyperventilate. Rachel hugged him, tenderly rubbing his back. 

 

"Don't be scared. Shh, shh, don't be scared, Toby. It's completely natural. Every boy goes through it. Every boy gets hard, every boy cums... Silly me, I haven't even explained what cum is."

 

As he quietly sobbed, Tobias felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside - it wasn't a good one, it was how he normally felt when hyperventilating. He had nothing to do but listen to his sister. She continued, a smile on her face. 

 

"When a girl or another boy does something that a boy really likes to his penis, he orgasms. And when a boy orgasms, he ejaculates, or cums. So when a boy cums or even gets erect, he really likes it. Like I know you do. You really like me. You love me. You loved it when I made you cum earlier. So when you came for me, you showed me you really love me. Right?"

 

Tobias kept crying, his sister's words at odd with his own feelings. 

 

"I wasn't even awake when you made me... cum..."

 

"I know, I'm sorry for that, Toby. But remember what I said? When boys cum, they say they love it through the act of cumming. So, even if you weren't awake, you...?"

 

"I... I loved cumming? But I didn't even feel it-"

 

"Oh, Toby. Tell me what I said. Even when a boy's asleep..."

 

"Uh... If he gets hard and cums, he loves it?"

 

"Good, good, Toby! You're learning."

 

She pecked him on the cheek, wiping off a few of his tears with her hands. 

 

"And you're calming down, too. See? It's nothing to be scared of. You'll keep learning with me, and you'll have fun, too. Isn't that right, my little boyfriend?"

 

"Uh... I guess..."

 

Tobias didn't feel like he had a choice. It was either agree with her or jump through hoops. Rachel stood up and turned the water off. 

 

"Hah... Nothing like a nice, relaxing shower, right, Toby?"

 

She picked him up, setting him on her shoulder, his penis brushing against her nose. She took a whiff. 

 

"I'm gonna miss your special stink... At least for a few days. Heehee!"

 

She walked out of the bathroom with him in tow, grabbing some towels from the hall closet and heading back into Tobias' room. She set him down, handing him a towel before turning to dry her hair off. Tobias wrapped his towel around him, finally able to conceal his privates from his sister, never mind that she wasn't looking. He started to try himself off when his sister turned her head, confidently smirking. 

 

"Hey, Toby..."

 

She stuck her butt out, her rear in full view of Tobias. 

 

"Why don't you touch me here? It's only fair, since I touched you the other day." 

 

Tobias looked away, trying not to look at his sister's butt. 

 

"N- no thanks, Rach..."

 

"C'mon, little bro. You deserve it for being such a champ the past few days."

 

"I... We just got out of the shower... Your butt's your butt, it might still have... butt germs?" 

 

Rachel stood up straight, giggling as she finished drying her hair. 

 

"Okay, Mister Germaphobe."

 

She eyed his crotch as she left his room, likely to get some clothes. 

 

"But we will do something tonight... since mom and dad will be out by themselves again. Heehee!"

 

Rachel closed the door behind her, leaving Tobias by himself to think things out. He dried off as best he could, ignoring the erection poking from his towel. 

 

She said that if boys get erect, they like it... But I didn't like that. 

 

But what worried him more was the thought of what they would do that night. 

 

Please don't let her touch me... Please don't let her touch me...

 

He rocked himself, water droplets dripping on his towel. 

 

Please, please, please... I don't want her to touch me ever again... 

 

--That evening--

 

Tobias was resting on the couch, dreading he moment his parents would leave. They had finally reserved seats for a play that had been sold out since two days ago, his mother told him. He desperately didn't want them to leave, since he would be alone with Rachel. But he couldn't tell them about what Rachel was doing to him - that would make her go to the land of mistakes. 

 

"Toby? We're about to leave. Anything you wanna get off your chest?" 

 

His mother was looking at him from the main hallway. 

 

"Sweetie? You ok?" 

 

She went to sit with him on the couch. She was all fancied up - fancy outfit, makeup, pretty jewelry. She took his hand, looking as concerned as a mother could be. 

 

"You've been kinda down the past few days. I'm really worried about you, sweetheart. Is there anything wrong? Is it at school? Something here?"

 

Tobias sat up, feeling conflicted. 

 

I want to tell her so bad... But I can't... I could just tell her I'm alright, but we both know that's not true...

 

"Uh..."

 

"Sweetie, go ahead and tell me. You can tell me anything that's on your mind and I won't get mad." 

 

"Well... I..." 

 

His eyes darted across the room. 

 

"I... I haven't been doing good in some of my classes..."

 

"Okay."

 

"And uh... I don't wanna fail this year... I don't wanna be held back. It's, uh, mainly math where I'm having problems..." 

 

"That's ok." 

 

"But, uh, I'm not doing so good in P.E. either..."

 

"Ah, ok. P.E. should be a breeze for you. You're a Wilson, after all."

 

Mrs. Wilson smiled and scratched Tobias' head. Tobias forced a half-smile. 

 

"Yeah, I've been kinda dreading going back to school. But I think I just needed some reassurance."

 

"No problem, sweetheart. Just remember I'm always here for you, Toby." 

 

She gave him a light kiss on the forehead before his father came down the stairs. 

 

"Hey, Jackie? We're kinda cutting it close!"

 

"I know. I just had to talk with Toby for a moment. I'm all ready."

 

"Great!"

 

Tobias watched his father speed out the door, his mother following after him. She turned back for a moment. 

 

"Oh, if you need to talk some more, just call me. I can miss a few minutes of the play for you, Toby. Have fun." 

 

"You too, mom." 

 

He smiled and waved as his parents walked out the door... along with his last bit of hope for the night. The family car started, then pulled out of their driveway. He expected Rachel to barrel down the stairs and touch him more. Instead, there were a few seconds of silence before a door inside the house creaked open. He became frightened, curling up into a ball on the couch. Although, to him, it didn't matter who it was. An intruder, Rachel, whatever. It wouldn't be good for him. 

 

Breathing hard, he looked in front of him. From the hallway, none other than Rachel emerged. She was entirely naked, her hair was tied back, and holding a camera and tripod. She walked into the living room, closing the curtains without stepping in front of them, and got on her knees in front of her brother. 

 

"Toby? It's me. And I brought something special." 

 

"Rachel, please don't touch me..."

 

"I'm not gonna touch you, Toby. Well, my hands won't. Heheh."

 

She set the camera up, turned it on, pressed the record button, and faced it downward at him - or, more accurately, at his privates. Tobias reluctantly accepted his situation, getting back into a normal sitting position, but keeping his eyes covered. 

 

"Just... Be quick, please... I'm not gonna watch..." 

 

"Aw, Toby. You're so polite." 

 

She grabbed one of his arms. 

 

"But I really want you to see this, Toby. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours. And smile. This is gonna be a good, fun moment for the both of us." 

 

He didn't want to waste time delaying the inevitable. He opened his eyes wide and forced a big, wide grin. Rachel smiled right back. 

 

"That's better. Just relax, Toby." 

 

Rachel set her chest on his penis, the two orb things on them sandwiching his privates. 

 

"Silly me, I forgot to tell you about these old things. Ahem..." 

 

She jiggled the orb things on his privates, Tobias feeling his penis start to become erect. 

 

"What I'm giving you right now," she continued, "is a tit job. Or a boob job. These things on my chest? They're called breasts. Or tits, or boobs." 

 

In any other situation, Tobias would have laughed himself hoarse hearing those words. But hearing them in this context only made him uncomfortable. He felt Rachel squeeze his penis with her 'breasts', giving his now erect penis a lick. 

 

"When I suck your penis, that's called a blowjob. When you cum on my face, that's a facial. When you cum inside my vagina... That's how babies are made." 

 

Rachel continued with her 'titjob'. Tobias was feeling aroused, yet couldn't enjoy the situation at all. 

 

I... I don't like this... But Rachel said that erections only happen when boys like it... 

 

His breathing pace increased while he sensed something building up in his privates. Rachel rubbed her breasts up and down his penis, occasionally licking and sucking on it to taste the weird, clear fluid leaking from it. Tobias suddenly thrust his hips forward in response to what Rachel was doing. Rachel giggled, kissing the tip of Tobias' penis. 

 

"Someone wants to get rough. I understand. But we'll do that some other night, I promise." 

 

Tobias was more confused than ever - he didn't want to do this, but not only was he erect, he thrust his penis in his sister's face! 

 

Is she right? Do I really... love this? I feel like I don't, but... If I didn't, I wouldn't even be erect, let .. Whatever I just did...

 

He was getting more and more tense as Rachel alternated between rubbing her breasts up and down and licking the tip of his penis. His penis winced and stiffened while more clear fluid leaked from his peehole. He was panting hard; his heart was racing. 

 

"R- Rach... Something's..."

 

He bucked forward, Rachel's warm breasts making a sleeve for his penis, and felt something come out of him. He moaned, closing his eyes and feeling a special warmth wash over his whole body. He felt like he was peeing, but just like that morning, it didn't come out like pee normally would. He looked and saw clear-white goop spurting from his penis, painting Rachel's face and breasts. He was out of breath as he squirted out a little bit more. 

 

"Rachel? Is that...? Is that 'cum'?"

 

Rachel licked her lips, tasting Tobias' ejaculate. 

 

"Sure is, Toby. It sure is."

 

She sucked on the tip of his penis, Tobias feeling her tongue lick around the base of it, kissing it again before pulling back. Her face and breasts were splattered with his 'cum'. 

 

"So, Toby... How did you like your first titjob?"

 

Tobias was totally spent. He didn't have the energy to even string a coherent sentence together. 

 

"...uh..." 

 

He heard Rachel giggling, closing his eyes once more, feeling his blood rushing through his body, his heart rate slowing down. He was getting sleepy. He laid on his side, sensing the rough, unpleasant texture of a paper towel rub his penis. He jostled a bit, but it only went on for a few more seconds before it stopped. A little bit later, he heard the sink running for a few seconds before it was shut off. He felt Rachel put on a pair of phasewear for him. She didn't even mix up the sides like his mom normally would when folding them. He heard the rummaging of equipment before Rachel spoke again. 

 

"Great job, little dude. Tonight you showed me that we're one hundred percent made for each other." 

 

As Rachel went upstairs, Tobias stopped feeling sleepy. Something else took its place. This was a feeling of... revulsion. He personally felt disgusting. 

 

That was... That was really... not good...

 

He turned on the couch, feeling physically sick. Like he was going to vomit. 

 

No, no, no... I don't wanna throw up...

 

He stumbled off of the couch, feeling sicker and sicker by the second. 

 

I... I'm gonna throw up! 

 

-/vomit scene starts here/- 

 

He rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door and grabbing the edges of the toilet bowl. 

 

*hurrgh... ack... BLOOOAAAAGHHHH!* 

 

He emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet, retching and coughing afterwards. He sat on the floor, feeling faint. He laid on his side, feeling vomit chunks in his mouth before coughing them out as well. He stayed there for a few more minutes, regaining his composure, and stood on his own. Flushing the toilet, he used a few sheets of toilet paper to gather up any chunks he coughed out and threw them in the mini trash can next to the toilet. He then washed his hands and walked out like nothing happened. 

 

-/end vomit scene/-

 

He went downstairs and washed his mouth out in the sink, spitting out the contents of his mouth into a paper cup and throwing it in the trash. He stood for a moment, then went back upstairs, feeling sleepy - actually sleepy, unlike earlier. It was weird how Rachel come out of her room to ask if he was okay - but at least it meant she didn't have another chance to touch him... or give him a 'titjob'. 

 

Tobias settled in his bed, waiting for Rachel to come in. He waited and waited for what must have been an hour. Still, nothing. Vigilant throughout, even as sleep crept up on him, he waited for Rachel to come in. It was going to happen. He prepared himself for it. 

 

She's gonna walk in... Any... second... now...