0 comments/ 91321 views/ 15 favorites Nicky Strom-the Peeping Tom By: fmcchris (Author's Note: My thanks to Allan, one of my very best fans, for supplying me with the wonderful idea for this story!) Hi, my name is Julia Strom. I am nineteen years old and a Scorpio. That's supposed to make me automatically sensitive, secretive, powerful, and most importantly, hyper sexy. But I don't believe all that astrological crap and neither should you. The reality is: I am all those things, but not because I was born in late October. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am of Italian and German descent; my mother, a highly intelligent, loving, but intransigent woman descended from Roman nobility, and my father, a genial, fun-loving man who loves to tinker with junk metal. I stand 5' 8" tall and have long, straight, platinum-blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes I inherited from my mother; the platinum-blonde hair from my dad. I have an athletic, rather than a voluptuous body, but my tits are a size 38 DD and my ass is of your proverbial "bubble butt' variety, so the guys are always devouring me with their eyes—and my brother Nicky is no exception. Yes, you read it right—my brother! Nicky is 14 months older than I am and he loves women with big tits. He is so fascinated with huge breasts that he constantly tries to catch me coming out of the shower in the hopes that he'll get a quick glance at my twin beauties. His obsession with big breasts is bad enough, but he suffers from another, far more significant, problem: Nicky is a voyeur, a real "Peeping Tom". Now let it be understood that I have nothing against guys checking me out. It's flattering and it makes me feel nice. But to be lusted after by your own brother? Now that's fucked up! Nicky is a very handsome guy with wavy brown hair and green eyes that could melt your heart. He stands about six feet tall and has a lean, muscular body that women love. And the best part? He's a really wonderful guy—intelligent, kind, loving—a sweetheart of a man! But he wants to suck on my tits! Yuck! No way! And did I mention that he was handsome? Yes, he is—ridiculously so. I usually hate to make comparisons, but if I had to compare his looks with some famous celebrity, I'd say his features were a cross between the rugged handsomeness of a guy like Brad Pitt and that of veteran actor Franco Nero, the Italian film star with the incredibly beautiful face who I absolutely adored in the movie version of "Camelot". Yes, it's true. Nicky is that gorgeous. But as handsome as he is, he could never be accused of being vain or pompous. In fact, he always downplays his looks, saying that they are just an incidence of birth and that it is your character, and not your physical beauty, that is most important to get you through life. On that one issue, we had always agreed. So to begin my story, let me take you back to when we were both still in junior high. We had just come home from school together and had climbed up the three flights of stairs leading up to our apartment. My mom and dad were both at work. Being that it was mid-July, I usually headed up to the roof to cool off and listen to some music on my radio. I had a folding chair already set up on the rooftop where I could see the entire panorama of the Boston cityscape before me. I took a seat and turned on my radio and closed my eyes. About a half an hour later I heard some woman's voice calling my name. It was Felicia, a pretty Sicilian lady of about forty-five years old who lived next door. Like me, she also had a few chairs set up on her rooftop and was now arranging them so that they faced away from the sun. She had her two daughters, Regina and Maria aged 23 and 21, respectively, and her mother with her. The two young women were dressed in bikinis and all of them were talking very excitedly. "Hey Julia!" Felicia shouted. "Come sta?" "Bene!" I replied. "What's up?" "We're discussing breast size and I wanted your opinion." I heard her mother, whose name was Jeanette, say something to her in Italian, but I couldn't make it out. "What did she just say?" I asked Felicia. "Oh, my mother is being a pain in the ass, as usual. Right mom?" "Tell her! Tell her!" her mother replied in broken English. "She says that men prefer women with large breasts. Do you think that is true?" "I think some men do," I replied honestly. "She thinks all men do." "I don't think I can agree with that." "Neither can I." Jeanette must have understood a little of what we were saying because she pointed to her two granddaughters and indicated with her hands the physical distinction in breast size between the two women. She then said something in Italian to explain further. "She's saying that Regina has had better luck with men because she is big breasted, Felicia said to me. "And Maria has had not so much luck because she is not that big." "It's not about breast size," Maria said to her mother. "Some guys like legs, some like butts..." "But most guys like big knockers," Regina concluded. The grandmother shook her head in agreement. "Oh, what do you know, ma?" Felicia said. "I know enough!" the old woman replied. "You see?" Felicia said to me. "She can speak English when she wants to." I turned down the sound on my radio and told Felicia that I was going downstairs to get something cool to drink. "But what do you think?" she asked. "You have big breasts. Does it help you to attract men?" "Truthfully, I think they're attracted to my looks more than my breasts, or my legs, or my ass." "So big tits are not the main attraction?" "As I said, for some guys it is. But do you really think that having big tits is going to compensate for an unattractive face? I don't think so, Felicia." "That's what I think too!" Maria said emphatically. I heard the grandmother say something that sounded like a curse word in Italian and indicated that she wanted to go downstairs. "She has irritable bowel syndrome," Felicia said. "She'll be in the bathroom for the next half hour." "Oh," I replied. "I thought it was something I said." "That's possible too." I took my radio in my hand and started walking to the door. "I'm going downstairs," I said. "Nice seeing you guys." "Ciao, Julia!" Felicia replied. As I opened the door I found my brother on the other side standing against the wall with a sheepish look on his face. He had some tissue paper in his hand. "Why are you standing there like that?" I asked him. "I...I was going out onto the roof to join you." "You've never done that before." "Well, there's always a first time." He pulled open the door and walked out without any further explanation. But I could tell that something wasn't quite right. I went downstairs and after getting my drink I walked back up the stairs to see what was up. He must not have heard me because when I reached the landing I could see that he was standing with his body pressed close to the roof door with his head inclined at a 45-degree angle to it, peering out a small hole between the slats. I immediately knew what he was doing. "You pervert!" I said to him. "Do you come up here just to jerk off to our neighbors?" My startled brother turned around quickly, the tissues dropping from his hand. "I'm not doing anything wrong," he said, his face turning beet red. "You're spying on our friends!" "So what? They don't know and I'm not hurting anybody." "That's not the point. You're invading their privacy, Nicky." "Then they shouldn't be up on the roof in their bikinis." "They have a right to their roof, just as we do, without being spied upon. Not to mention that what you're doing is disgusting." My brother hung his head as if ashamed, but I could tell that he was enjoying his belittlement. Maybe some part of him had wanted me to know of his perversion so that he could use my discovery as a prelude to further titillation. "Please don't tell mom and dad," he said looking up at me with a pathetic face. "I won't tell them. But if I catch you doing it again..." "I won't. I promise I won't." And that was the end of that. So I thought. I did not catch Nicky spying on our neighbors for a good long time. It is possible that he could have been doing so when I was not home, but I can't prove it. Suffice it to say, I never caught him in his role of "Peeping Tom" again; that is, not until he and I had both graduated high school. I had just turned eighteen in July, and for my birthday I had decided to invite a bunch of my girlfriends over to my apartment for a rooftop celebration. It was just going to be the girls and me—seven of my closest friends from school—and the day was a beautiful, dry and breezy Saturday afternoon. All my friends were dressed very casually, for the most part, in shorts and tank tops, as was I. We had bought a few pizzas and some soft drinks, and one of my dearest friends Roxy, a girl known in school for her mammoth breasts, brought along a chocolate birthday cake. We sat around for a few hours just eating and drinking and enjoying the temperate weather. Eventually our conversation turned to boys, and one of the girls, Lisa, a tall, lithe brunette with a beautiful complexion, asked me about my brother. "I hardly see him around anymore," she said. "You two used to hang around all the time." "We hung around too much. It wasn't healthy," I replied, fondling my glass. "What do you mean?" Roxy said, halfway through her fourth slice of pizza. Roxy was a big girl—not chunky, just very voluptuous and big boned. Her tits were massive, making my own 38 DD's pall by comparison. She was one year older than I was and had been active sexually ever since she had turned eighteen. She was not beautiful in the conventional sense, but her face was nonetheless pretty, and possessed great character and intensity. She was not one to be pushed around by anyone. "Nicky is a great guy, but he's too fond of me. I had to put some distance between us." "I still don't understand you," my big-breasted friend said between mouthfuls. "What?" Belinda asked me. "Is he like in love with you or something fucked up like that?" "Let's just say that he has a thing for big boobs, including mine." The stout, little redhead screwed up her face into a knot and guffawed. "He's sexually attracted to you?" "He was, or maybe he still is. I don't know. But I had to get away from him, as much as I love him." Alana, a very pretty blonde who had been my friend for many years, stood looking at me with her mouth wide open. "Jesus Christ! Did you ever tell your parents about this obsession of his?" "No," I replied. "He begged me not to. I told him I wouldn't say anything as long as he left me alone. So far, he hasn't been a problem." Another old friend of mine, Tiffany, a girl who was by far the most beautiful of all of us and never wasted an opportunity to use her vastly incredible looks to devastate guys, whistled through her teeth. "Shit, Julia! That is the weirdest thing I've ever heard. Your own brother lusting after you! How perverse is that?" "Haven't you ever heard of incest?" my next door neighbor, Belle, said to Tiffany. "Of course I have. But it happens to other people's families, not to your own, or your friends." "That's ridiculous!" Roxy laughed. "Why do people think they are somehow immune from the frailties that affect others? I don't understand that at all." "It can happen to anyone, Tiffany," I said to her. "I decided not to make it an issue because it would have hurt my parents to know the truth—as well as my brother." "You did the right thing." This opinion was voiced by Jillian, the smartest and most gregarious of the bunch. She was a plain-looking girl of nineteen and had long, mousy hair that was always too long to be manageable. Despite her bookish appearance, guys found her desirable, probably because she had such a winning personality. "I think so, Jill," I replied. "Since the time I caught him spying on our neighbors, he seems to have kept his urges in check—at least that's how it appears." "You caught him spying on...?" "My Sicilian friends next door," I replied. "You know...Regina...the one with..." "Tits as big as mine?" Roxy interjected. "Yeah, I met her a few times. Nice girl." "She's very sweet. They all are." "When did all this happen?" Alana asked me. "Oh, years ago. I think I told you guys. I caught him spying on them through the hole in the roof door." "That's right!" Lisa recalled. "You did tell us. But not about the incest part." "Can we not mention that word?" I said to her. It's over now. I told you and let's just forget it." "Fine," she replied. "You don't have to get so testy." "Shut up, Lisa," Roxy said. "It's Julia's birthday for Christ's sake, all right?" Lisa knew better than to get in an argument with Roxy. Roxy always won, and even if the big girl was found sometimes wanting in the logic department, she always had her huge melons to call into service if anyone made her angry, using them as weapons to shove in anyone's face at any time. For a while we talked about our future goals and what colleges we might, or might not, be accepted to. We were having a splendid time dancing to the music that loudly blared from my radio, even breaking into some of my father's stash of cold beer to add some excitement to the party. Soon enough we had become a trifle inebriated. Even I, who rarely touched alcohol, had a few beers, which gave me a slight buzz. Then, suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, we heard a loud yell and the sound of metal clashing upon the rooftop. "What the fuck is that?" Belle exclaimed, turning her head toward the tiny shed that was situated to the left of the roof door where my father had kept his tools and various pieces of scrap metal. I ran to the shed, my friends following close behind. I tugged on the door handle but it wouldn't open. The lock was a standard key lock, but I didn't have the key. "Something must have fallen down," I said. "Don't worry about it." "There's a little window up there," Tiffany observed, pointing above the shed door. "Maybe we should take a look." "I doubt you can see anything out of that," I replied, my eyes squinting in the sun. "Let's go." Just then I heard a low moan come from within the shed. It sounded like a man's voice—a voice I recognized. "There's someone in there!" Jillian cried. The girls drew back in fear as I tried to maintain calm. Acting on my presumptions, I knocked on the door, all too certain who the intruder might be. "Is that you in there, Nicky?" I asked. "If it's you, please come out." The girls started to giggle anxiously as we heard the sound of metal clamoring on the other side of the door. I heard a few more grunts and then the door opened revealing my brother's face covered in soot. "I don't believe this!" I said angrily. "You've been spying on us, haven't you?" He looked at me with apologies written all over his face, the door swung halfway open. "I'm sorry, sis. I really am." "Come out of there and close the door. You, you little pervert!" My brother avoided eye contact with me or my friends as he walked out. His legs and arms had a few scratches on them and there was a rip in his shirt. My friends looked upon him with derision as he stood dejectedly before us, his ego now as much bruised as his body. "Are you all right?" I asked him. "Did you hurt yourself?" "No, no. I'm okay. Just ashamed, that's all." "As well you should be, Nicky!" Roxy said. "Julia told us all about you." "I know. I heard." "You heard everything?" I asked him. "It's okay, Julia. I can live with it." "He can live with it!" Alana said. "You're such a jerk, Nicky. Do you know that?" "I guess I am," he replied, avoiding her gaze. His honesty and genuine expression of shame helped to quell my anger and made my friends react with much less harshness than they might have done had he tried to defend himself. But he had been caught red-handed, and there was nothing much he could do but accept our condemnation. "I thought you had put this behind you," I told him. "But I guess I was wrong." "He's a voyeur, that's all," Roxy said, looking straight at him. "He just likes to jerk off watching beautiful women like us." I couldn't help but laugh, as did everyone else. "Is that true, Nicky?" Lisa asked him. "Do we turn you on?" She did a cute little wiggling motion with her ass to taunt him, which made all the girls giggle. My brother looked at me for the first time and sighed. "I admit I have a problem. And I'm sorry for spying on you guys." Unconsciously, he reached down with his right hand and adjusted his shorts, letting his hand rest on his genitals for a brief moment. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Isn't it obvious?" Belle said with a snicker. "He's got a hard-on!" "No, I don't," he protested. "I'm just adjusting... "You're not adjusting anything!" Alana laughed. "You're sticking out of your shorts!" Much to my dismay, and to my brother's horror, the tip of his erect penis was jutting out for everyone to see. It was obvious that he had become excited with our discovery of his voyeurism and now everyone was pointing and laughing at his condition. "I can't believe this!" I exclaimed. "What's the matter with you, Nicky?" "Oh, leave him alone, Julia!" Roxy said, doubling over with laughter. "This is fucking great!" "I guess we really do turn you on, don't we, Nicky?" Belinda taunted him. My brother's face turned beet red as the girls teased him unmercifully. He shifted his body away from us to hide his rampant erection, but he could not hide his shame. "I'm going downstairs," he said, moving towards the door. "Why?" I asked him. "So you can jerk off?" "I'm not going to jerk off." "I'll bet he is!" Tiffany said, staring at his crotch. "Look at him. He's as big as a horse!" All my friends now focused their attention on his cock, which forced his shorts to stretch out before him several inches. If this weren't bad enough, his big balls had managed to find their way out of his underwear such that we could see them partially exposed. I had seen my brother nude on several occasions, but that was when we were just little kids. I had no idea that he was so well endowed. "That's some serious dick!" Roxy commented favorably, as the girls continued to laugh and toy with him. "I'm going downstairs," he repeated again, turning his back to us as he headed toward the door. As he approached the door, my friends suddenly descended upon him en masse and pulled him back. He struggled with them but seven girls were too much for him to handle. "Hey!" he complained. "What's going on?" "We want to take a closer look at your cock!" Roxy squealed. "Oh, come on!" I said to my friends. "Let him go and jerk off!" "I'm not going to jerk off!" he shouted as they dragged him toward the area where we had been sitting. "Girls!" I said, admonishing them. "Let him go!" "Come on, Julia," Lisa laughed. "We're just going to have a little fun with him." "Yeah," Roxy agreed. "He's too fucking hung to ignore!" It had to have been the liquor that had so emboldened us because I had never seen my friends act so aggressively toward a guy before. Despite my brother's protests, and my own weak admonishments, my friends had now pinned him down and were removing his shorts and underwear. As soon as the boxers came off, his prick sprang into view. It was a monster. "Jesus!" Belle exclaimed. "What is that like, twelve fucking inches?" The girls laughed loudly. "Julia," Roxy said. "Did you know Nicky was hung like this?" I stood there dumbfounded. I had never seen my brother's penis in its erect state and had to marvel at his circumcised beauty. Nicky Strom-the Peeping Tom "No, of course not," I replied, captivated by the rock-hard monstrosity. "How big are you, Nicky?" Belinda asked, touching the tip of his penis with her fingers. My brother tried unsuccessfully to break free of their grasp. But he was pinned down very effectively and could only plead with them to let him free. "I don't know how big I am!" he cried. "Now let me go! Julia! Tell them to get off!" By this time I myself had become amused and somewhat aroused by the reactions of my friends towards my handsome brother. I knew they would never hurt him, they just wanted to teach him a lesson, and, to be honest, I was all for it. "Relax, Nicky," I said, standing directly over him. "They're not going to hurt you. But I really think it's time that you are punished." "For what?" he cried. "You caught me! Isn't that enough?" "No, Nicky. That's not enough. Now stop acting like a jerk and take your punishment like a man." "What fucking punishment are you talking about, Julia?" he asked, looking at me with terror in his eyes. "I'll let the girls decide." That was all Roxy needed. "We're going to make you cum, Nicky," the big breasted girl said. "And we're going to make you cum big time." My friends reacted with glee to the idea, and Roxy started things off by masturbating him roughly while sticking her huge tits right in his face. "Since you like big boobs so much," she said to him, "you can start by sucking on mine." Nicky's face disappeared between the dual mounds of flesh as his cock was now being expertly milked by several other hands. Seeing my brother's huge cock being fondled by all of my friends really turned me on. At first he fought against the pleasurable feelings of having his cock stroked while sucking on Roxy's nipples, but he soon began to enjoy the sensation. "Your brother has a really nice dick," Tiffany said to me as she let her index finger casually play with the little strip of flesh under the glans. "Look! I've got some pre-cum girls!" "I want to see him cum all over your tits, Roxy!" Belle said, as he squeezed Nicky's balls hard. "Would you like to cum on mommy's big boobies, Nicky?" Roxy asked my brother. "I'll bet you'd just love to splash all your nasty hot juice all over mommy's big nipples, huh?" "I'll bet he would!" Belle affirmed. My brother was too busy sucking on Roxy's breasts to answer her, or to offer any resistance to my friend's demands. I sat next to the girls watching them work him over as though he were nothing more than their plaything, forced to comply with their every whim. "Yeah," Alana agreed. "Let's get some sperm on those big nips of yours, Roxy!" "Not like they haven't been coated in the stuff many times before!" Lisa joked. The girls continued to laugh and play with Nicky's body for another half hour before it was decided to make him to cum on Roxy's tits. Forcing him into an upright position, the girls took turns jerking his huge cock as Roxy positioned herself on her knees before him, holding her boobs together in her hands, anxiously awaiting his hot load. I watched my friends turn into veritable nymphomaniacs as they provoked my brother to shoot his sperm. For his part, Nicky could do little to avoid his fate. He was physically overpowered and realized that it was impossible to fight all of them off. But it also seemed to me that he enjoyed being controlled by these drunken, willful girls, and that he really wanted them to watch him cum. At that moment the door on my neighbor's roof swung open and Felicia and her two daughters came running out. "Oh, my God! " Felicia exclaimed. "What are you girls doing?" "We're jerking off a pervert!" Jill replied. "Want to watch?" Felicia looked at me in shock. Regina and Maria simply laughed. "Julia!" Felicia said, finding her voice. "How can you allow this?" "Nicky is being punished because he was caught spying on us. Now we're giving him a taste of his own medicine." "Good!" Regina said. "He's been spying on us for years. That's what you get, Nicky!" "You know about him?" I asked her, amazed that she was aware of his voyeurism. "Of course!" I used to see him standing over there behind the shed jerking off whenever my sister and me was up here—my mother too. We all know about Nicky, the Peeping Tom." "Oh, God!" my brother moaned aloud. "And I tried to be so careful!" I looked at him with renewed anger. "You little prick!" I said. "So you have been spying on our friends all this time?" "We knew he was jerking off," Felicia said. "But I told my daughters not to say anything to you or your parents because we didn't want to start any trouble." "I'm really sorry, Felicia," Nicky said, apologizing. "I really couldn't help myself." Felicia just looked at him and shook her head. The girls were still masturbating him and invited Felicia and her daughters to watch as they brought him to climax. "I've always wanted to see how much he shoots," Maria chuckled. "Big load or small load? I never could see before." "Well, you're going to see any second now!" Roxy assured her. No sooner had she said this than Nicky roared and threw his head back, his prick ready to fire its full supply of sperm onto Roxy's waiting tits. His orgasm began just as it was Tiffany's turn to stroke his cock, and this proved efficacious because she had been known to give the best handjobs in town. With her long, strong fingers she grasped Nicky's big pole and stroked it ferociously, provoking him to cum. "Ah!" he cried. "You're going to make me bust my load!" Tiffany laughed. "Go ahead you fucking pervert! Shoot that fucking jizz!" The girls exploded with joy as my brother surrendered his sperm to Tiffany's masterful handjob. The first shot of cum flew over Roxy's head and almost reached as far as where Felicia was standing about twenty feet away. The next shot hit Roxy in the face and made her turn her head away. "Aim it on my tits, Tif!" Roxy exclaimed. "My tits!" Tiffany pointed Nicky's cock downward so that the next several volleys all landed directly on Roxy's breasts, coating them effectively with sperm. A few of the blasts splashed onto her big nipples and then shot upwards to land in her open mouth. She swallowed what sperm she could as she watched the remainder drip down from her breasts and chin. "What a fucking load!" Jillian laughed. "It's like icing a cake!" Roxy's tits did indeed look like a thick layer of frosting had been applied to them. As Tiffany's hands continued to stroke him, he kept surrendering rope after rope of spunk onto my friend's enormous boobs. I had seen guys cum on my own tits before, but I had never seen anything quite like this. By the time he was finished, Nicky had completely saturated her twin mounds. Roxy stood up and then shoved her cum-soaked tits right in his face. "That's what you get for spying on us!" she said, defiantly. The girls let Nicky go and without a word to us he ran downstairs and disappeared. Roxy followed him so that she could get cleaned up. When she got back she told me that Nicky had gone. "I saw him walking down the street," she said to me. "I think he's learned his lesson." I wasn't so sure about her conclusion. "We're going downstairs," Felicia said. "Thanks for the show. It was very entertaining!" "Big load!" Maria laughed. "Now we know!" It was a birthday celebration I would never forget. ************ Sometimes people learn from their mistakes and sometimes they do not. My brother belonged to the latter category. Whatever the cause or causes of his perversion, his compulsion toward voyeurism did not end on the rooftop that fateful summer day. It is true that for a short while he had managed to keep his obsession more or less under control. But the desire must have always burned deep within his psyche, never to be dislodged. So maybe I am wrong to call his perversion a "mistake". Maybe it would be more appropriate to call his condition a mental aberration—a result of hormonal imbalances in the brain over which he had very little control. So, let me continue my story be relating to you the series of events that began very shortly after he had begun college, and which affected me as well since some of my friends and I were attending the same school. Nicky had already finished his first year at Harvard, pursuing an undergraduate degree in business. He was already very popular in school, not only because of his pristine academic record, but because he was very handsome and charming. It was his charm more than anything else that drew girls to him, and he loved the attention. Before I go on I should mention that some of my friends also wound up getting accepted to Harvard—Roxy, Belle, Tiffany and Jillian—and I was thrilled to hear that in addition to sharing a similar major (English Literature), we would all be joining the Kappa Alpha Theta sorority. The fact that all four girls had been accepted was exemplary in itself; that we all came from the same high school was even more phenomenal. But it was true—we had made it into one of the most prestigious Ivy League schools in the world and nothing could have made us happier. But let me get back to my story. I, being one full year behind my brother, soon got to see first-hand how popular he really was. It was during the second week of the first semester that I had a chance to meet some of his friends. Most of them were guys, but he also had quite a few female friends as well. And though he wasn't serious with any of them, they enjoyed being in his presence, if for no other reason than they thought he was very hot. I know this because some of them told me so. I had to admit that he was probably the best looking guy on campus, and I'm not saying that just because I'm his little sister. I really mean it. As the semester wore on I got to hang out with Nicky and his college friends, both male and female. Invariably these chums of his turned out to be highly intelligent, progressive, and outgoing. I actually befriended several of his pals, and I learned a lot about student life outside the ivy walls. It seemed that Harvard did indeed support a rather flourishing underground that supported its students in ways that had nothing at all to do with academics, and this tiny microcosm supported an ethic and a way of life that seemed hardly in line with the refined and pristine image the university portrayed to the world. It was an ethic based upon hedonism and relativism—tenets that no one would admit to embracing openly, but which almost everyone did covertly. At first this image of a world within a world was only hinted at in whispers and hearsay from some of the students I met, but once I had joined the sorority the truth was slowly revealed to me, and it was a revelation. Although Kappa Alpha Theta had a long and storied reputation, there was no formal initiation ceremony to welcome new initiates. Any girl could become a member. However, in order to stay in the sorority, you had to do certain things. Some of these things were innocuous; some were not. If you failed to obey the sorority leader, you were out—simple as that. By the time Roxy, Belle, Tiffany, Jillian, and myself were to meet with the sorority leaders, all of us had some idea of what to expect. However, none of us were quite prepared for the reality. My friends and I had agreed to meet with the leader of Kappa Alpha Theta after regular classes had ended. It was a dreary, late October afternoon as we made our way in the pouring rain toward the building that housed our sorority, which was situated on the periphery of the westernmost part of Harvard Yard. Upon entering the building we were escorted by two very pretty girls who led us upstairs to a suite of offices. Within the largest of these sat a beautiful, red-haired girl with flashing green eyes. As soon as she saw us enter she stood and graciously welcomed us. She was rather tall, about 5' 11" and was dressed in a green sweater and black slacks. She reminded me a little of the actress Lucy Lawless, otherwise known as "Zena, the Warrior Princess," and possessed that same smoldering sensuality that made the actress such a perennial favorite of adolescent males. There was a large black and white photo showing the rear view of a nude, muscular, male model pinned to the wall behind her desk. "Hi guys!" the sorority leader said with a cheery smile. "Welcome to Kappa Alpha Theta!" She began by shaking our hands in turn and then invited us all to sit down. After all the introductions had been made, she had one of her assistants bring us some cans of soda and then went into a speech. "My name is Bunny West—yes, it's my real name—but don't let that fool you. I am anything but a timid little rabbit and I was born right here in Boston." All of us chuckled at her remark, but little did we know how different her persona was from the implications of her sobriquet. "Now, you guys are here today because you want to join the sorority, right." "Yes," I replied. "Okay. You're in." "Just like that?" Roxy asked. "Just like that. We don't have any special initiation rites or stupid-ass hazing ceremonies like the guys do. However you do have to perform certain tasks that will be asked of you. If you perform them, and perform them well, you will then be officially indoctrinated." "What kind of tasks are you talking about?" Tiffany inquired. "Well from time to time we throw parties and may ask you to serve drinks to our guests. Once in while we have guys pose nude in our art classes and you might be called upon to keep the model dry." "Dry?" Belle asked, looking straight at me. "Explain that." "Models have to pose under these big lamps that produce a lot of heat. Sometimes you have to wipe the sweat off their bodies with a towel. Is that a problem?" "As long as we don't have to wipe their...you know," Jillian giggled. Bunny didn't smile. "If their dicks need drying, you do it," the red-haired beauty said flatly. "What else?" Roxy asked. At this point Bunny did smile, and as she glanced at us in turn I saw a wickedly mischievous glint in her eyes. "Next weekend the sorority is hosting a sex education class to be held downstairs in the lounge." "Is it going to be anything like the sex-ed classes we had to take in high school?" I asked her. "Because if it is..." "No," Bunny grinned. "This is not about learning how to put a condom on a penis." "Well, thank God!" Jillian exclaimed. "Those classes were so boring!" "I assure you that none of you will be bored," Bunny said. "In fact, I think it would be an excellent idea if you all began your indoctrination by coming to the class and helping out." "Doing what?" Tiffany asked. "Well, by helping your other sisters with setting up the tables and chairs, putting the slide show together, and stuff like that." "This doesn't sound too interesting to me," Roxy said looking none too happy. "Do we have to attend?" "Yes, you do," Bunny replied, still exhibiting that impish look. "Otherwise we should end this conversation right now." "No, we'll do it," I said, turning to my friends. "Come on, guys. Let's give it a shot. How awful can it be?" "It's not going to be awful, Julia," Bunny said. "In fact, I think all of you are going to enjoy yourselves quite a bit." "When is it going to be held?" Belle asked. "A week from today at 4:00 p.m. From what my assistant Ginger tells me, there's going to be about fifty girls attending. It should be quite a learning experience." "If you say so," Tiffany said dourly. "It just seems so pedantic." Bunny threw her head back and laughed. "Trust me, Tiffany," she said. "It is anything but." Much to our combined displeasure, Bunny would reveal nothing more to us despite our barrage of questions. She was no doubt playing with our heads. But it was not done in a malicious way, so we tended to write it off as one of those things that new initiates had to endure. The week went by quickly. I barely had time to see my brother, but on those few occasions when we did meet I noticed that he always seemed preoccupied, as if something heavy were weighing on his mind. "Care to talk about it?" I asked him one afternoon as we sat under the ivy canopy that sheltered us. "Not really," he replied, hastily writing something down in his notebook. "Notes for class?" "Notes for life!" "Oh come on, Nicky. What's eating you? All week you've been so distant. It's not like you. Now, what's going on?" "I just have a lot on my mind. You know, studying, trying to maintain my grades...that's all." "Are you telling me the truth?" "Yes." "It's not something else, is it?" "Like what?" "Like, you know. Personal problems." "Can we drop this Julia? I'm really not in the mood." With that my brother stood up and dusted off his pants with broad, angry strokes. "I've got to get to class," he said. "I'll talk to you later, sis." I watched him as he walked hurriedly away, wondering what on earth could have made him so terribly anxious. It turned out that the sex education class was not really a class at all, at least not in the official sense. It was being "taught" be none other than Bunny, and was supposed to have been a course that was deemed necessary for the enlightenment of all the sisters. That Bunny herself had no medical background didn't matter. It was going to be an introductory course, presumably implying that no medical training was necessary to impart the precious information. At 5:00 p.m. my friends and I arrived at the downstairs lounge and helped with the set up of the room. A half hour later the students began to arrive, some looking like they would rather be someplace else, while others seemed quite excited. How anyone could get excited over a slide show presentation was a mystery to me. The room filled up quickly. Bunny's estimation that there would be about fifty girls attending was proved incorrect when it was found that over one hundred girls—in fact, the entire sorority—was in attendance. I wondered why some of the girls, a good portion of them, seemed to wait with baited breath for the class to begin—after all, it was just some stupid sex-ed class done on a college level. What was the big deal? My friends and I had seated ourselves in the front row, on the far left next to a blackboard that contained some scientific terminology scribbled in tiny letters across the top of it. In front of us stood the projector screen we had helped to set up earlier. One of Bunny's assistants, a cute girl called Allison, had turned the digital projector on, waiting for the students to settle down and for Bunny to make her arrival. "I feel like I'm back in Ms. Carangelo's health class," Roxy said to me. "We are students at Harvard, right?" "Last I checked," I replied, shouting at her over the din. "I wish these girls would shut up!" "They're excited about something, Jules. Never saw excitement like this back at Ms. Carangelo's." "Bunny purposely kept us in the dark about this. What's she hiding?" "You want to know what I think?" Jillian interjected. "I think there's going to be a live demonstration." "Of what?" Tiffany asked. "They're going have real people doing stuff, you know." My friends and I looked at each other open-mouthed for several seconds and then we all burst out laughing. "Shit!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Do you know this for sure, Jill?" "I heard one of the girls mention it." "Doesn't mean it's true," Belle observed. "Yeah, but they're excited," Roxy once again noted. "I think Jill may be right." "We'll just have to wait and see, I guess," I said. We didn't have to wait long. No sooner had I finished my sentence than Bunny came walking in dressed up in a very elegant black, three-piece business suit. She wore her long red hair up and back, and her beautiful green eyes were framed by a gawky pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses. Despite her very academic appearance, she exuded tons of sexuality. Nicky Strom-the Peeping Tom "Okay, okay! Everyone please shut up!" she began, with a sweep of her manicured hand. "As you all know, attendance for this class in not mandatory except for our newest members."She looked directly at me and smiled warmly. "So, welcome to our newest members!" The audience gave up a generous round of applause. "You will be introduced to them later. But for now, let's get on with our class. Today our topic is going to be the study of the penis. What it is. What it does. What it can and should do!" Her last comment provoked the crowd to laughter. "Allison! Please begin the slideshow!" The show started off much like the ones we had seen in high school. There were shots of some guy's dick and balls and Bunny provided the requisite dialogue to accompany each picture, read from a cue card every time the picture changed. It was all done in a most tiresome and clinical way that I wished I had not come at all. Some of the girls made some rude comments of their own in an effort to spice things up, but for the most part, the whole affair was an exercise in boredom. Finally after a full ten minutes of explaining the various functions of a man's penis, the show came to a halt. "I'm sorry," Bunny said, apologizing to the class. "That part was required." She then turned around to face the door behind her. "Ready!" she shouted. Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, a man dressed in a black, hooded robe, came out from behind an inter-office door and stood before us with his head down. The crowd of girls went wild. "I told you! I told you!" Jillian shrieked. "It's a live male model!" We couldn't see the guy's face because his head was covered, but I suddenly got a strange feeling in my stomach when I saw his legs. I knew whom they belonged to. "No!" I cried. "Please don't tell me!" "What?" Roxy exclaimed. "What is it?" Bunny gingerly waltzed over to the hooded figure, and as he stretched out his arms she gave his robe one quick pull, revealing a completely naked man underneath. "Nicky!" I screamed. "It's Nicky!" "Oh, my God!" Roxy laughed, hysterically. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Tiffany sat with her mouth open, while both Belle and Jillian stood up and applauded with the rest of the crowd. "This if fucking crazy!" I said to Roxy, my eyes unable to look away at my brother's predicament. Yet even as Nicky stood there completely naked in front of the cheering audience of girls, he was in no way diminished by the fact that he had no clothes on. In fact, his beautiful, godlike body served to enervate the crowd, rather than to serve as a specimen to be mocked. It took a full five minutes for the crowd to calm down, even despite Bunny's admonitions. I could not imagine in a million years how my brother had found his way to being put on display for these randy Harvard girls. As I watched him, standing motionless with his head down as the chorus of cheering sisters thundered loudly in the room, I began to think that maybe the reason he had been so non-communicative this past week had something to do with this event now taking place. But what hadn't he told me? What was he hiding? "Are you done?" Bunny said, addressing the crowd in a not-too-friendly manner. "Shut your fucking mouths will you ladies? This is Kappa Alpha Theta and you will all conduct yourselves accordingly!" This did the trick. Within seconds the entire room became quiet, with only a few giggles punctuating the silence. "This naked man you see standing before you is Nicky...something or other...I didn't get his last name. But it doesn't matter. He is a second-year student and he is here today because he is a pervert." "Holy shit!" Tiffany said under her breath. "They found him out!" "He was discovered," Bunny continued, "taking a peek at some of the girls in the girl's locker room while they were taking a shower. But even more disturbing, we—meaning Allison and myself—found him jerking off—yes—jerking off the whole time he was committing his act of voyeurism! That's why he is here now—because if he didn't show up I threatened to go to the dean and tell him about the whole affair. Isn't that right Nicky?" "Yes, miss," I heard my brother mumble, his head hung low. I was too angry, too disappointed, to acknowledge my kinship to my brother at that moment. He hadn't seen me yet, and I was not about to draw attention to the fact that I was related to him. He had once again allowed his perversion to take control of his life and he was getting what he deserved. Yet I couldn't help but feel pity for him because I knew that it must have been difficult for him to surmount his problem. All I could do was sit and stare at him, wondering what act of redemption he would have to perform to get him off the hook with Bunny and the other sisters. "I could easily have reported you, Nicky," Bunny resumed. "And you would have faced a lawsuit as well as probable expulsion from school. But I thought about it and decided that humiliation would be a much better punishment. And that's why you are here tonight. And you better perform well or you still might find yourself in deep shit." My brother never once looked at his accuser, but I could sense the great shame he felt at being put on display for engaging in a perversion over which he had little control. "This is really fucked up!" Roxy said. "I thought he was done with spying on women." "It doesn't work that way, Roxy," I replied. "It's a mental problem. It just doesn't go away by itself." "Aren't you going to do anything about this?" Jillian asked me. "Do what? Admit to them what they already know—that he's a pervert, a Peeping Tom? He broke the law, Jill. They could have him thrown in jail for what he did. He's lucky this is all he has to suffer." "I wonder what she's going to make him do," Belle said. "It has to be better than being thrown out of school," Roxy replied. There was a great clamor amongst the students as all this was taking place. Some of the girls were arguing for his release from any form of retribution, even though some of them had suffered as a direct result of my brother's actions. But maybe "suffered" is not the right word. Maybe I should say instead that these girls had been inconvenienced by his antics, since all he did was invade their privacy and had done them no physical harm. I finally had to stand up and say something in his defense. As much as I hated his obsessive voyeurism, he was my brother, and I could not stand by and let his punishment, whatever form it was going to take, be meted out without coming to his defense. "Nicky! Nicky!" I shouted to him. "Over here!" My brother lifted his head up and turned toward me, shocked to see my friends and I sitting only a few yards away from him. "Julia!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "I joined the sorority you big jerk! Why did you spy on those girls?" "I couldn't help myself." "You really fucked things up good. What am I going to do with you?" Just then Bunny walked up to me, curious to find out why I was talking to Nicky. "Do you two know each other?" she asked me. "He's my brother." She smiled wanly. "Yes, of course. Now I recall his last name. Strom. Your brother is a pervert. Do you know that?" "Of course I know that. The whole fucking school knows it thanks to you." "I'm sorry," she replied. "But perpetrators of the sorority must be punished. Don't worry. It will be a very light punishment—more like a humiliation really. But it must be done." "It's okay sis," Nicky said. "I know what she wants me to do. I'm not crazy about it but it's either their way or it's goodbye Harvard." I shook my head and frowned. "You're such a dickhead, Nicky. All this could have been avoided if you had just kept your dick in your pants." "My dick has a mind of its own," he replied with a smirk. "And we're going to put it to good use, right Nicky?" Bunny said teasingly. "Whatever you say." I gave him another nasty look before taking my seat. The girls in the audience were getting restless. "So how are you going to punish the son of a bitch, Bunny?" said one grim, butch-like girl in the row behind me. "String him up by the balls?" The entire audience erupted into laughter. "No," Bunny replied. "Since this is a sex education class, we're going to use Nicky here to show us how the male reproductive system works. He will do this by providing us with a sperm sample." At first everyone was struck silent by her remark, and then suddenly burst out laughing once the idea took hold. Bunny was going to have Nicky masturbate himself in front of the entire audience, and she was going to catch his ejaculate into a dish. It would be a fitting punishment for his outlandish crime. My brother stood there dumbstruck at the thought of wanking himself in front of so many girls. But Bunny's authoritarian manner was such that when she ordered him to start jerking off, he did so without any objection. "When you're ready to shoot," she said to him, "let Allison know and she'll catch your sperm in this container." She held the plastic dish in front of her so that he could see it and then called Allison over to sit in a chair next to him. She gave the dish to the girl and stood to one side to watch him masturbate himself while Allison kept one hand outstretched, ready to capture his ejaculate. The girls in the audience were enjoying every minute of it. Not only was the perpetrator being punished for his foolishness, but they were also deriving a prurient thrill from watching him tug away on his foot-long cock. And the fact that he was so handsome and well built only added to their titillation. "Stroke it Nicky!" a voice said from the back of the room. "Shoot a big load for us!" "Nicky Strom is a pervert! Nicky Strom is a pervert!" a girl who sat directly behind me started chanting. My brother's cock was getting hard. And the more nasty comments hurled his way only served to make his dick grow even bigger. "We've got a twelve-incher here girls!" Bunny laughed as my brother's dick grew to full size under his assiduous stroking. "Do you tend to shoot big loads?" she asked him. "Very big loads," he replied without breaking his stride. "Good," Bunny smiled. "The bigger, the better." It would be difficult to describe the level of sexual tension in the room at that moment, and more difficult still to estimate the emotional level of the girls themselves. Some of them were clearly amazed to see a naked man standing before them masturbating, while others found the scene intensely erotic. A few made snide remarks while others remained silent, afraid to offer any comment at all. They just watched intently, probably experiencing the first public sexual ritual of their lives and were captivated by it. For my part, Nicky's punishment was a tough pill to swallow and I had mixed feelings about the entire affair. I hated to see my brother put on display and humiliated in such a fashion. Yet I knew that he deserved it and that some part of him felt that he deserved it too. For all I knew, he was probably enjoying the humiliation. After all, he loved jerking off while looking at women, so this was not unlike what he had been doing in a covert way by spying on them. My friends, no doubt in deference to me, tried to accept his punishment with equanimity. But I could tell that all of them were enjoying the sight of seeing my handsome brother whack off in front of them, anticipating one of his huge orgasms. "He really has a beautiful cock," Tiffany said to me without taking her eyes off my brother. "And look at how big his balls are." "Probably really full of cum by now," Belle guessed. "Can't wait to see him spurt." "I don't think these girls can wait much longer either," I replied. "Bet he shoots one of his epic loads," Roxy said. Jillian laughed. "You know he will. With all the girls in this room egging him on it's going to be hot cream deluxe in here tonight!" "And look at Allison," Tiffany said. "She can't take her fucking eyes of his prick. I think she's in love with it." "I think she's in love with Nicky," Jillian replied. "Your brother is too god damn handsome for his own good, Julia." "Fuck," Roxy exclaimed. "I'm in love with him myself! But look at these girls! They're going fucking nuts over him!" Roxy couldn't have put it any better. The girls were indeed in an uproar. As Nicky continued to masturbate himself under the watchful supervision of Bunny, I took a moment to look around the room to see exactly who these jeering girls were. At one end of the front row were several dedicated collegiates, many of them former preppies, outfitted in the latest Harvard accoutrements: matching crimson skirt and top; penny loafers; backpack; and the ubiquitous hooded jacket with the words "Harvard" spelled out on the front in large, white, block letters. Everything about them was neat and formulated to project a clean and fashionable image. They formed their own cheering section and treated the spectacle as if it were a football game, shouting words of masturbatory encouragement to my brother. Then you had the "gothic chick" section, those girls who formed a small but radical movement of leather-clad, spiked hair, biker boots, nose-ring wearing female intimidators, the inheritors of the ultra-progressive, ultra-left-wing section of the once formidable Radcliffe feminist community. They sat somewhere in the middle of the room. On a physical scale I found them less than attractive. The only thing they had going for them was their incredibly shocking vocabulary, which contained the most reprehensible vulgarity that ever issued from any girl's mouth. And this filth was heaped upon my brother with such intentional and vociferous devotion that if he had been easily intimidated, I think he would have lost his erection then and there. And then of course were the typical Harvard intellectual types, dressed in corduroy pants and heavy woolen sweaters, invariably burdened with too many books and possessed of a particular brand of Ivy League snobbery that made the less confident of their peers feel inferior in their exalted presence. These so-called mental behemoths sat and enjoyed Nicky's masturbation show as if they were watching a soap opera unfold on a television screen—titillated by the sexual deviance it offered, but reluctant to let their natural sexual passions overwhelm their logical sensibilities lest, by doing so, they start to resemble the jeering maniacs all around them. Finally, there was us—the average college student that formed the backbone of the academic intelligentsia. Girls like us didn't form groups or huddle together as if the rest of the world didn't exist. We were a varied lot, spread out amongst the room like breakers amongst the tide, finding fun in the spectacle but never forgetting that we were not beasts but human beings, and that even such punishments did invoke limits against utter cruelty. About five minutes had now passed and it was clear that Nicky was about to ejaculate. The sexual intensity had risen to the point where a few of the girls were openly masturbating themselves while they watched my brother bring himself off before their eyes. Even Jillian, who was the most demure of my friends, mumbled that she was getting "wet" watching Nicky's huge cock prepare to shoot off. "I can't help it," she confessed to us. "I love watching guys squirt. It makes me so fucking horny!" As she said this, she drew her legs together and cringed, making all of us laugh. "I get turned on by it too," Tiffany admitted. "I love the look on their faces just as they are about to cream. Priceless!" "Well, forgive me if I don't get too excited," I said. "He's my damn brother after all!" "Well, forgive us if we do!" Roxy replied. "Nicky is the hottest piece of male ass in this fucking school." "And of course you would fuck him if given half a chance." "Yes, Julia. I would. But he never looked at me that way, even when he came all over my tits that time up on your roof. Remember?" "I remember." My friend put her arm around me and whispered in my ear. "You have to admit, it is a real turn-on to watch a guy jerk off in front of you—even if it is your brother." "Okay, it does turn me on, all right? Is that what you wanted to hear?" "Yes," she replied satisfactorily. "You're honest, Julia. That's why I love you so much." She took my hand and pressed it hard in her hand and then resumed watching Nicky stroke his prick, which was now on the verge of relinquishing its heavy cream for the audience. "He's going to cum any second now!" Belle exclaimed. She was right. How she knew I could not fathom, but Bunny knew it too and stood directly to one side of him, laughing and cajoling him to surrender his sperm for the girls. "I'm going to cum!" my brother screamed, shutting his eyes from the leering faces that now strained forward to watch him hurl his hot and sticky seed up into the air. Allison immediately brought the little plastic dish directly in front of his prick as he violently threw his hips forward and froze into position. "Shoot it you fucking pervert!" Bunny screamed at my brother. "Shoot that fucking cum!" The first rope of sperm shot out of Nicky's prick and went flying into the third row of seats over twenty feet away. The girls roared their approval not only for the incredible distance of the cumshot, but because the sticky white mass landed squarely in the face so some foul-mouthed gothic bitch who had been especially robust in her condemnation of my brother. I stood up and looked directly at her, laughing with joy as she scrambled to find anything with which to wipe the sperm from her face. "Serves you right you little shit!" I shouted at her over the din. Roxy and my other friends laughed too, but not for very long. My brother was getting ready to launch another salvo of his hot seed. Allison and Bunny had been just as shocked as their audience upon seeing Nicky's immense cumshot and were now hoping to see more. They didn't have to wait long. Pulling on his mammoth prick with great speed, his body bent over and wracked with intense pleasure, Nicky let go with a series of massive cum blasts, each one just as creamy and thick as the one before it. "Ah!" he cried, as the sperm sailed out into the screaming audience of girls. Allison had absolutely no chance of capturing any of Nicky's hot seed, seeing that his ejaculations were so unbelievably robust and voluminous. She therefore pulled her chair back and sat there watching his prick explode violently, every spasm releasing a fountain of thick white froth that would simply not subside. "Can you believe this?" she said to Bunny, who was just as astonished as her assistant. "There's so much of it!" Bunny looked down on the spurting tool and laughed uncontrollably. She had never seen a guy orgasm like this and it made her delirious with joy. "I love it! I love it!" she squealed as the stringy ropes of my brother's semen shot out into the crowd of screaming girls, splashing into their faces, hair, or anything else in its way. Even my own friends, who had witnessed first-hand what Nicky's cock could do, sat in absolute amazement as his multiple ejaculations fired off one after another without pause. For a time it seemed as if his supply of semen, and the unending roars of laughter following each milky burst, would never end. "I counted over twenty ropes so far," Tiffany said, never taking her eyes of Nicky's dick. "She's counting them now!" Roxy laughed. "You're too fucking much, Tif!" "There's goes another one...no, that makes twenty-three!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Shit! Where does it all come from?" "From his huge fucking balls, that's where!" Belle replied, watching open-mouthed as yet another long rope of sperm was launched into the crowd.