8 comments/ 50926 views/ 19 favorites Humilation & Comfort: My Sisters By: ted_marx38 PART I: HOMEWARD BOUND On our return from an errand, walking along a rural road in the Nebraska countryside late in the afternoon on a warm Saturday, my sister Jen and I struggled through awkward silence. We were both 18 as was our other sister, Traci. I was the oldest -- by a few minutes -- and Traci technically the youngest, with Jen in the middle. We were triplets although people sometimes assumed Jen and Traci were identical twins due to their blue eyes, flowing blond hair and nearly identical features. Beautiful, they were. Incredibly beautiful with appealing facial features and stellar bodies. I was of average height and weight and had the same eye and hair color as them, wasn't much into sports or other physical pursuits but did well academically. I had a keen interest in technology and could fix virtually any problem with a computer or cell phone. I'd also gain access to every Internet porn site imaginable by crafting unique search protocols and hacking my way around credit card requirements and other barriers. You might say that nerds envied a guy like me. Jen appreciated me despite my geeky traits and we shared a strong bond. We sometimes held hands when we walked alone like this, but not this time, not on the twenty-minute walk to the nearest store, and so far not on the way back. I glanced over at her once again but she would not look me in the eyes. We were close, so close, especially in comparison to our individual relationships with Traci. Finally I said, "Jen, what do you think Traci's going to do to me this time?" Jen brushed her hair off her face and looped it behind her ear, continuing to look straight ahead as we walked. "I don't know, Ben," she said. "But it's going to be bad". Then she chuckled and looked up at me. "You have the worst luck with her." "I know I do." Jen reached for my hand and said "You'll be okay, whatever it is. I'll help you. Somehow." PART II: BACKGROUND I'll explain what brought on this impending punishment after sharing a bit more about us. We lived in an isolated area and our parents often traveled, so my two sisters and I spent a great deal of time alone with each other. We had no neighbors our age and with this being summer and us not having access to a car, we never saw the few friends we had. We did have an in-ground pool, though. Although technically the youngest, Traci had the strongest personality among us and therefore called the shots. She could quickly turn manipulative, vengeful and downright cruel to us if we crossed her, so Jen and I submitted to her authoritarian rule rather than face the consequences. At school and in social situations outside of our home, Traci used her attractiveness, poise and quick wit to project a commanding presence and captured the admiration of almost everyone she encountered. When she was with just Jen and me though, depending on her mood, she could be caring, kind and joyful or brutally heartless. Her unpredictable nature was especially troubling as she might express warm appreciation about a comment or behavior one day, and then launch into a demented rage in response to the same thing the next. In short, Traci was nuts, and that summer she seemed to be getting more and more so each day. But man, was she ever hot. She often went braless around me and would usually react with delight when she caught me staring at her chest. Being 18 with my hormones firing at peak capacity, I couldn't avoid looking. Other times she lashed out at me for doing that. A few weeks prior, as the three of us sat down to eat lunch, Traci emptied an entire pitcher of iced tea on my when she caught me peaking down her shirt as she placed the pitcher on our kitchen table, and then began screaming at me for being a "morally corrupt, freaky deviant fucking degenerate", as she put it. Jen lived in mortal fear of Traci. Although she wasn't stupid, Jen sometimes seemed oblivious to what others considered obvious. Pitted against Traci's brilliance and manipulative, spiteful capabilities, Jen was simply outgunned. Over the years although never attacking Jen through physical combat, Traci constructed an enormous arsenal of tactical and strategic emotional weapons and ruthlessly employed them to keep Jen in her place. Public humiliation, extortion, social media bullying, passive aggression -- Traci used all this and more to maintain her dominance over her. As for my feelings toward Jen, I'd be dishonest if I claimed that I had an emotional and sexual attraction to her because that's an insufficient description. Captivating relentless lust enhanced by a passionate fondness for her -- much more accurate. As mentioned, Jen bore a strong physical resemblance to Traci, but aside from occasional meltdowns typical of people our age, Jen had nothing else in common with her. For the most part, Jen approached life with a predictable and easy going grace. My lack of self-esteem put me at the bottom of the pecking order among the three of us, and Traci imposed her will on me whenever she wanted. She terrified me and she knew it, and used my fear and her dominance of me to its full potential. In contrast, because we were so close, Jen rarely took advantage of me. I emphasize "rarely", because despite her stable demeanor and our bond, Jen did have moments when she picked on me or made me the recipient of her angst about something. Now that the three of us had matured physically and had no friends around given where we lived, we turned to one another regarding our blossoming sexual feelings that summer. This consisted of strictly talk at first, then the hand holding between Jen and me, and hugs amongst two or even all of us that lasted a bit longer with each passing week. Traci and Jen often spoke of their techniques for self-stimulation in front of me, as if I wasn't even present. These stories excited me to say the least except for one aspect Traci frequently shared, which worried me: that when stroking herself to climax, she liked to fantasize about dominating a guy who was unable to defend himself. The boundary pushed farther, extending from just talk to sight and then to touch as the summer progressed. Both of my sisters began teasing me with their bodies in a sexual manner. Minor stuff at first, like exposing their breasts to me due to "accidental" wardrobe malfunctions. Or asking me to put suntan lotion on their backs and then returning the favor on me. Traci took delight with my resulting frustration. Jen did as well, but she sometimes expressed her remorse about tormenting me like that. For example, one morning Jen came into my bedroom after taking her shower. Wrapped only in her white bathrobe, she sat beside me on my bed and leaned forward as she spoke to me so that I could see her breasts if I positioned myself properly. She caught me looking several times and without mentioning what was happening, smiled with satisfaction at my efforts to gaze down at her boobs. She'd then lean back away from me, only to bend toward me again a few minutes later. This sequence repeated a half-dozen times or so before she stood up and said she needed to go change into her clothes, adding in a sarcastic tone, "Besides, I guess I shouldn't be in here without a bra on, know what I mean little buddy?" I blushed and said nothing. Later that night after I'd crawled into my bed and turned off the lights, Jen came back into my room, knelt down with her knees on my bed beside me, turned the light back on and then hugged me goodnight. I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra under her nightshirt. She whispered in my ear, "About the bathrobe thing this morning, you know I was just goofing around with you. I'm sorry if it's hurtful because it isn't meant that way." I told her not to worry about it, and then she sat back and whispered quietly, "I have something for you before you go to sleep." She leaned forward and pulled open the neck of her shirt, exposing both of her breasts in their entirety. My eyes fixated at the wonderful sight before me, I didn't say a word and neither did she. Then after about a minute she sat back up, looked me in the eyes and smiled, and then said, "Now go to sleep knowing that I care about you more than you can imagine." I'll label that sequence as typical of the "teasing but compassionate Jen", in contrast to this next one that illustrates "the angst-ridden Jen". One evening she kept having problems with her laptop not connecting to our wireless network. I offered to help but she insisted on figuring it out herself, so I went into my room, undressed and crawled into my bed, leaving the lamp on my nightstand on. I planned to surf the web for a bit before going to sleep. Because our bedrooms were adjacent I could hear her over in her room muttering and swearing in frustration. She finally yelled "FUCK IT", and stormed into the bathroom, filled up the tub and took a bath in an effort to simmer down. That didn't work out to well because I soon heard her rise from the water, pull open the drain to let the water out, and return to her bedroom anxious to solve the problem. A few minutes later she barged into my room wrapped only in a towel, still dripping wet, and holding her laptop while breathing heavily in anger. "Ok, you win," she said. "Can you fix the damn thing?" She sat beside me on my bed as I went to work and I couldn't help but gaze up at her bare shoulders and down at the water droplets glistening on her legs. She caught me doing so and said with disgust, "I appreciate that you're helping me out, but please just hurry up and fix it, will you?" I determined that she had inadvertently turned off the wireless radio switch and while I could have solved the problem in a few seconds, I opened her control panel and started going through the various settings with her. Holding her towel up with one hand, she kept leaning forward to study the screen as I explained a few options. While I talked, I titled my head back and kept my eyes focused on the top of her chest hoping she'd let the towel slip. Within a couple of minutes she saw what I was doing, and busted me. "Oh, trying to look are you? Sometimes you suck, you know that? I'm trying really hard not to call you a dork right now," she said in anger. "You pick the damndest times to dick around even when it's obvious that I'm in no -- oh never mind. Just please fix it. Will you please?" So I flipped the switch to the proper setting, and off she went. I lay back in my bed with my laptop propped up against my legs and commenced with my tour of my favorite porn sites. Her meltdown didn't upset me because for one, she could get like this at times and it never lasted long, and second, I preferred her nastiest outbursts over Traci's mildest ones. After about twenty minutes I heard a soft knock on my door and it was Jen, who opened the door and stood with a somber expression, wearing her usual slumber attire: a long nightshirt, no bra, the shirt covering her underwear while leaving her legs exposed. She came in and knelt down by the right side of my bed, put her arm on my chest and said "Thanks for your help. And I'm sorry for being a bitch. And for calling you, kinda saying you're a geek or whatever." I put my laptop aside, closed the lid, and told her not to worry about it. Still on her knees beside my bed, she then sprawled her upper body across mine and clasped my shoulders with her hands as she snuggled her face next to mine, and hugged me as she buried her face into my pillow. She thanked me again in a whispered tone, her breasts resting on my chest. We sometimes would lie together in my bed like this and talk for a bit until it was time to go to sleep, but this seemed different. She wasn't saying anything, just lying there across me with her face beside mine, still hiding it in the pillow. I could hear each breath but that was it. No talking. Soon she tilted on her side and picked her head up just long enough to look me in the eyes and smile, and then as she put her head down next to my face again, she shifted herself onto the bed, now lying completely on top of me. She draped one of her legs across one of mine, so that her leg was now sandwiched between my thighs. Sprouting an erection, I pressed my leg up into her crotch expecting her to pull away in protest, but she didn't. Her face still hidden in the pillow and her cheek nestled against mine, I felt her squeezing her legs together as she gently grinded her crotch against my thigh, and then she relaxed. With neither of us having yet uttered a word, she repeated the sequence, squeezing my leg with her thighs as she grinded her crotch into me a bit again, with the thin cotton fabric of her panties separating her pussy from my leg. She sighed as she then relaxed. Her breathing becoming more labored, she did this again, and this time as she started squeezing my leg between hers, I pressed mine more firmly into her crotch and matched her effort to hump and grind herself on me, her crotch against my thigh and my erection thrusting into her pelvis. When she relaxed her legs, this time she let out a huge breath, and then whispered, "I really do appreciate you fixing my computer, Ben. You're so sweet to me. Goodnight now." She got up and kept her face turned to avoid eye contact, and left. I switched off the lamp on my nightstand, and though I'd had enough stimulation with what just happened to wank without porn, I opened my laptop, logged in and navigated to one of my favorite sites. Suddenly an email notification appeared and when I clicked on it, I saw that it was from Jen. "Delete this and don't reply," she wrote, followed by "If you weren't my own brother I swear I'd come over there and screw your brains out right now." Several hours later when I finally accepted that she wasn't going to change her mind and return, I deleted the email, shut off my computer and fell asleep. PART III: TRAINING A few weeks later, as the three of us worked on our tans beside the swimming pool, Traci began rubbing sunscreen on my back, my legs, and massaged my inner things with her warm slippery hands. As Jen watched, Traci ordered, "Ben, roll over now so I can do your stomach," and with her face inches above the bulge in my swim trunks, Traci smiled as my erection grew ever larger while she gently massaged lotion on my abdomen with her palms, asking me over and over if I wanted her to stop, and then answering for me by saying "From the looks of things I'd say you want me to keep going." When she finally stopped she said with a twisted grin, "You know Ben, I'm sure you understand that since Jen and I are your sisters, it would be inappropriate for our brother to think of us in a sexual way. I've reminded you of this many times." I couldn't wait for that afternoon to end so I could take my bath and whack off in the tub to relieve the frustration. Now that my sisters had enhanced their tactics, I'd been unloading in this fashion after our days by the pool, and it wasn't long until Traci caught onto my pattern. That day after I emerged from the bathroom, she went in after me and hollered, "Did you sneeze in the tub again? There's something stuck in the drain that looks like snot. Just like yesterday." A few days later, a scorching mid-summer Thursday, Traci and Jen made me sprout an enormous erection as they rubbed lotion on me, slowly and with an erotic tenderness, spreading it all over my body with their hands. At first Jen smiled at my futile refusal to obey Traci's command that I turn over so they could do my front. But when I did so and Jen saw my tremendous bulge, and how I was struggling to maintain my composure, she stood up, said that it was time to stop and walked back to her chair. Traci continued rubbing my stomach and began dipping her hand a little bit underneath the waist band on my swimsuit, her fingers occasionally bumping against my erect penis. "I just want to make sure you're protected from the sun below your tan line," she said. "I'm sorry I keep making contact with your penis, but don't get the wrong idea. I AM your sister you know." I didn't respond and Traci eventually stopped and shut the lid on the tube of sunscreen. Then she snuggled up to me, draped her arms behind my neck, and pressing her bikini-clad breasts into my face, softly whispered in my ear, "It's so hot today. I am feeling SO hot all over." My boner pulsated with unprecedented ferocity. When Traci suggested that I should go take my bath, I agreed by simply nodding my head as I couldn't speak. I went inside, filled up the tub, got into it and couldn't wait to set free the semen that swelled inside me. I soaped up my hands and as I took my first stroke, I heard a rustling noise outside the door, and suddenly it burst open, with Traci pushing Jen forward into the bathroom. I dropped the soap and the two of them stood there in their skimpy bikinis looking at my glistening erection, and though I tried to cover it with my washcloth it was too late. Jen blushed and wouldn't look me in the eyes. Traci bent down and got right in my face and said softly, "You shouldn't gratify yourself while thinking about your sisters. And don't deny it; we ALL know what's going on here." She continued, "It humiliates Jen and me that when we express our sisterly love to you with innocent hugs or a good night kiss, you react like the little pervert you are. Those kinds of thoughts are wrong, just plain wrong." "Huh?" I started. "But wait a minute, that doesn't even make sense. You mean to tell me that you expect me to believe you didn't try —" Traci put her index finger to my lips. "Hush," she said. "You need to be trained to be around us without reacting sexually." I looked at her and then Jen, figuring that this was the beginning of some sort of escalating joke, but because of their blank expressions I wasn't sure what to make of it. "Traci, how was I supposed to know that any of this troubled you, if it really does even bother you in the first place?" I asked. Traci just smiled back at me, her eyes blazing. "Well," Jen began, "he does have a point there because we do tease him, and I don't necessary agree that we—" But Traci interrupted her and asked, "Ben, surely you aren't going to deny this twisted attraction to us now. That you think about us when you play with yourself in the tub?" I could barely speak but managed to mumble, "I think about other...things, girls, other girls, not you two, not in that way at all. I promise. You're misunderstanding this." "Ha!" exclaimed Traci. "You don't think about us sexually? Yeah, right." "I don't. Promise." They looked at each other and both smiled. "Let's do what we talked about," said Traci to Jen, and then added, "It won't hurt him, he's a big boy. Go ahead Jen, tell him what we're going to do." Jen forced a smile, her face beet red, and said softly, "Ben, there's nothing wrong about affectionate love among a brother and his sisters, but not when --." "Jen," I said, "come on now, this is ridiculous." "Shut up Ben," said Traci. "You interrupted Jen and that's rude. Go on with what you were saying, Jen." Jen and I exchanged a knowing glance, silently sharing with one another our understanding that "Traci's going psycho again, let's just deal with it." Jen then continued, sounding as if she was trying to make herself believe what she was saying. "Traci and I got to talking about this the other day and for the sake of all three of us, maybe we can help you not to think about us like that." "But I don't," I said. "Yeah, sure Ben, sure you don't," Traci said. "So here's what we're going to do. We're first going to prove you wrong, and then make you learn not to include us in your twisted fantasies. What do you think?" "Whatever," I said. "We're going to stroke your cock, that's 'whatever'", said Traci. "Now put your hands behind your head. Jen's going to give you one stroke, and then I'm giving you another. Then we're going to stop and you have to lay there until your boner goes away." Humilation & Comfort: My Sisters "Sure yeah, I'm sure you're going to do all that," I said in disbelief. Traci's face turned red in anger. "Oh, you don't think we have enough guts to do it?" "Wait a minute Traci," said Jen. "Relax Ben, you're right, we are just kidding, we don't really plan to go through with it." "Quit being such a wimp Jen, you're beginning to annoy me," said Traci. "Ben, put your fucking hands behind your head like I told you." Still not sure what to make of all this, the thought crossed my mind that if Traci was serious, this plan actually didn't sound all that bad. It had to be a hoax, though, as there had never been any touching of this sort among us. I put my hands behind my head as told. "Jen, if you wimp out on me you're going to be really sorry," said Traci as she grabbed a couple of extra washcloths. She dampened them and told me to arch up so she could put them under my butt. "There!" she said, "Now your dick's up out of the water where it belongs." Then Traci fished around in the water for the bar of soap, hunting around between my legs until she found it. She lathered up her hands and handed the soap to Jen. Traci reached down to my inner thigh with her slippery hand, rubbing it as she slowly worked her way up to my scrotum and asked "Believe me yet Ben, or do you still think we're joking?" I trembled with growing excitement. Traci cupped my balls with her hand and I shivered harder in response, my hands still behind my head. Then Traci said, "Go ahead Jen, get your hands good and soapy, then I'm going to let go of him so you can give him one good stroke." "You're truly serious about this I guess," said Jen. "Just do what I said," Traci replied. Jen sighed and at first looked at her as if ready to continue protesting, but because she knew the risk of crossing Traci, followed her order. Jen rubbed the bar of soap between her hands to create a slippery lather. She gently placed the palm of her hand on top of my penis with her fingers extended, and we again exchanged glances with her eyes seeming to say to me, "Sorry about this but here goes nothing." Then she, wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis, squeezed a bit tighter and gave me one slow and incredibly sensual stroke, perhaps lasting three or four seconds. Jen stared into my eyes the whole time, her cheeks red, a bit of a satisfied smirk emerging on her face when I reacted with a convulsive full-body response. It was a feeling beyond anything I had imagined and shaking uncontrollably, I humped up at her hoping she'd do it again. Instead, Traci declared that it was her turn, and after Jen let go, Traci put her hand around the head of my erection and proceeded to stroke me in the same manner, slow, very slow, and intensely sensual. I almost came. Just two strokes from them and my heart raced out of control. "Did you like that?" asked Traci. "You don't have to answer. Of course you did. But that's all. We're going to sit here and watch you shrink now no matter how long it takes. You can finish the job later if you want, but not until we leave." And that's exactly what they did. They sat there and talked about all sorts of miscellaneous nonsense, Jen and I looking into each other's eyes at times, with her seeming to study me to check on how I was doing. On went the chatter -- favorite movies, stupid movies, whether learning about history was useful or just a waste of time, how much rain we had gotten so far this summer. And eventually my boner went away, but it took a long time, and when they finally left me to be by myself, it quickly came back and I needed only three strokes of my own to unleash my load. That was Thursday. A memorable day yet nothing compared to Friday. Jen caught me in the hallway in the morning and said softly, "Sorry about yesterday. Don't tell Traci I said this but to be honest, it really turned me on to see you get so aroused. I hope you somehow managed to enjoy it despite it being weird." I walked away without answering and other than that, none of us mentioned a word about what had happened the previous afternoon. A similar scenario of suntan lotion and various other ploys geared toward my sexual torment unfolded by the pool Friday afternoon. As the day ended, Traci once again suggested that I take a bath, only this time, the two of them stood in the bathroom while I peeled off my swimming trunks as the tub filled. "Welcome to round two of your de-sexualization training," said Traci as I got into the bathtub, my boner throbbing. "You did really well yesterday, Ben, but this time we're going to make it much more challenging." I didn't respond and watched in anticipation as Traci soaped up her hand. As she stared into my eyes with Jen looking on, Traci fondled my scrotum and then while caressing my shaft with her finger tips as she worked her way up, she wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis. She gave me an astounding stroke, only this time she didn't stop. She gave me another. And another. I was arching my back and thrusting upward to match her motion but now she stopped. "Here's what we're going to do, Ben," said Traci as I tried to catch my breath, my chest heaving. "Jen and I are going to take our tops off while you watch. Then we're going to take turns stroking you until you're about ready to come, and we will stop before you do. You absolutely positively CANNOT come. And you must not look at our tits. I repeat, do not look at our boobs. How's that sound?" "Stu-, stupid," I stammered. "Oh, that's right Jen, he doesn't think of us sexually, how could we forget? " Traci said, and then reached behind Jen's neck and untied the knot holding up her bikini top. Traci let it fall, unveiling Jen's beautiful breasts. I had seen glimpses of them as I noted earlier, but not the full frontal view. Jen's face reddened as I stared, and then Traci undid her own top and bared her chest. The two of them continued to kneel at the side of the tub as I looked at one set of breasts, then the other. "Who's do you like better?" Traci asked. "They're the same," I answered. "Wimpy response, Ben. You have to pick." "Well, by a small margin, Jen's are maybe a bit nicer." "Oh Ben," said Traci, shaking her head, "you've already done a bad thing, naughty boy." "I'm sorry," I said, "yours are better Traci, I meant no offense." Traci laughed and said, "Well thanks Ben, but you did something worse than that." "What?" "You aren't supposed to be looking at our breasts in the first place. Remember?" Traci laughed as I blushed, and then she ordered Jen into action. "Give him a few strokes until he gets ready to blow. And Ben, you better NOT have any accidents or you're going to have repercussions that you can't imagine. Do you understand?" I nodded yes. And Jen took over. "I'm sorry Ben," Jen said as she soaped up her hand, "I don't mean to be cruel." "Jen," said Traci, "please shut the fuck up." Jen firmly wrapped her fingers around my boner's head and looked into my eyes as she proceeded to slide her hand down my shaft. She took a couple of seconds to complete the stroke and I thrust up into her hand as she began her second one. Jen leaned forward to whisper softly in my ear, "Please know Ben that I'm not trying to hurt --" "Ben!" Traci yelled. "DO NOT look at Jen's tits. I saw you peaking." I closed my eyes as Jen finished stroke two and began another. "Open your eyes," Traci said. "Look into Jen's eyes. You will not get over these troubling notions about us unless you watch what we're doing to you, and prove that you can stop responding sexually." I did open my eyes, although Jen kept her gaze focused on my penis. Her warm, soft, soapy hand felt sensational and my heart pounded so fast and my chest heaved as she continued. After one more stroke I was on the verge of busting and Traci finally said, "Better stop Jen, he's about to explode." And so Jen stopped and she let go of me, that same almost undetectable smirk of achievement having returned as I shivered and panted. But that was it. Done. Nothing. The two of them sat there just like yesterday watching me suffer, my urge unsatisfied. "I'm going to resume this lesson," Traci said after a few minutes of silence, "but first I want to remind you that you cannot come. And I have a question for you: do you still say that you don't think of us in a sexual way?" I looked at Traci's breasts and then Jen's, and Traci lightly slapped my face and reminded me of the no-looking rule. "Okay," I said. "You win. I guess maybe I do sort of think of you that way. Sometimes." Traci erased my hope that this acknowledgement would bring about better fortune. "Good", she said. "At least you're finally being honest. Now back to your training." Traci took over and began stroking, after reminding me yet again of the commandment not to come or peak at her breasts. One stroke, followed by two, then three. As Traci began her fourth stroke, Jen interjected. "Traci, maybe he's had enough for today." "Don't be such a pussy Jen, that's HIS role," said Traci as she continued. Jen slowly shook her head and looked away. "Look at my eyes, Ben" said Traci. I complied. She brought me to the brink of orgasm moments later but stopped just in time. The two of them sat in silence while I shook breathlessly, moaning in frustrated agony, a drop of pre-come oozing from my swollen penis. I felt completely spent and exhausted, wanting to unload more than before, not sure how much more of this I could stand. A few minutes later, right when I started to calm down a bit, Traci ordered Jen to resume. Traci once more stated the rules, this time making me promise out loud that I would not come. "If we misjudge you'll tell us to stop in time, right Ben?" asked Traci. "Yes." And so began round four, with Jen back in charge. The smirk gone, Jen had an apologetic expression when our eyes met and she seemed ready to shed a tear of sorrow for me, but nonetheless placed her hand around my penis, sighed heavily, tightened her grip and stroked me. Now her warm soft hand felt even better than each time earlier. She continued and I came closer to climax, knowing full well that Jen would soon stop and I'd go on unrelieved, shivering and panting once again. "I really do think that he's now had enough for today", said Jen, stopping for a moment to plead with Traci while squeezing the shaft of my cock more firmly, as if to cut off blood flow to reduce my agony. "No," said Traci. "Keep going. He's not there yet. And Ben, you better not come. That defeats the purpose. I repeat: Do. Not. Come." Traci bent forward and put her face near my penis, saying that she would watch carefully and warn Jen when it was time to stop. Jen resumed, now a bit slower as she delivered sensual stokes, loosening her grip a bit. Throughout this ordeal I could tell that Jen felt bad about what she and Traci were doing to me, and that she wanted to somehow help me cope. She decided to try a pep talk. With a look of helpless empathy, she leaned forward and positioned her mouth near my ear so that her lips were hidden from Traci's view. She tightened her grip again and while continuing to stroke me in the same slow manner, Jen whispered in my ear, so softly that only I could hear her. "Hang in there, buddy. You'll be okay." I nodded my appreciation as she kept her lips near my ear and continued whispering so that only I could hear her. As she began another torturously delightful stroke, she whispered to me, "I'm sorry. Let's just get you through this." I nodded again as she completed the stroke. Then as she began another one, Jen whispered to me, "I mean it, I love you and you have to know that I don't like doing this to you. I'll make it up to you. Somehow. Okay?" Jen glanced back at Traci, who still had her face down by my penis, staring at the head and right down into the barrel, watching for signs that I was going to burst. Then Jen turned back to me, gripped the head of my erection to start another stroke, and just when I was a few seconds from coming, Jen said something that literally defined the phrase "What the heck were you thinking?" As she progressed downward with her soft and soapy hand, Jen whispered to me, "Someday, I'm not sure when, but if you want to, I promise that I'll let you make lo-- " With a full body convulsion, I exploded and launched semen all over Traci's face. Enraged, Traci jumped to her feet and screamed at me as Jen began to sob. "You little useless fucking SHIT!" screamed Traci as she towered over me, enraged. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was my fault!" cried Jen, "I did something that caused it. I didn't mean to." "Just shut up Jen," yelled Traci. "Ben, you're going to pay dearly for this, you pathetic perverted fucker. Can't follow simple directions." She wiped semen of her face and breasts with a towel that Jen handed her, then said to me, "You'll PAY, Ben. Big time." PART IV: THE PUNISHMENT So that's how Friday ended, which takes us to that Saturday afternoon and my walk home along the rural road with Jen. Traci had sent us to the store to pick up some groceries. On the way back, an overwhelming feeling of dread haunted me. As per Traci's orders, Jen and I had not spoken to her or to each another throughout the entire day until our walk together, and even then not much was said. "You know Jen," I said as we walked together holding hands. "Part of me wonders if you meant to make me do that yesterday." Jen looked away and then said softly, "Well I didn't. And I'm sorry, that was just me feeling bad for you. And I hope you know that." I didn't respond and after we took a few more steps she let go of my hand and glared at me. "Why would you even accuse me of such a thing? You think it was some big setup I suppose? Give me a break." "Fine," I said, "But if you really want to help me through whatever's next, maybe try a different approach. Don't piss her off more, though, whatever you do. She's getting more and more psychotic every fucking day." When we arrived home from the store, Traci told us to put the groceries away and meet her in the basement. As we placed the items on their proper shelves in the kitchen, Jen and I caught each other's eyes a couple of times but didn't speak. She had on my favorite miniskirt of hers, a pleated red short skirt that showcased her soft wonderfully-shaped thighs. Together we went down the stairs to the basement, which felt cold as it was unfinished, nothing but bare concrete walls and a dark, musty atmosphere. Traci had placed a chair beneath a light that hung from the ceiling, suspended by a twisted cord. She stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at us as we walked toward her. "Jen," said Traci, "I don't know what the hell you did to him last night but I am not happy with either of you. I repeat: I. Am not. Happy. Sit down on the chair, Jen." Jen seated herself on the chair without saying a word, a look of concern on her face, her red skirt now covering just the uppermost portion of her thighs. "As for you Ben, this training backfired and you've defeated the entire purpose. I tried the gentle approach and you blew it. Literally." "I'm sorry," I pleaded. "Hush. Take your shirt off and pull your pants down, including your underwear, all the way to your ankles." I did as told as Traci continued, "You didn't seem to understand that the idea last night was to erase from your sick little head, that ignorant mind of yours, the simple concept of your own sisters being objects placed here for your sexual gratification." "He tried, Traci," said Jen. "He lasted so long." Traci ignored her. "Ben," she said, "the only way to solve this problem of yours, and it is YOUR problem, is to have you now learn that you must associate us with discomfort, not pleasure. Put your hands behind your back and whatever you do, keep them there." My feeling of dread turned to horror. Standing in front of Traci with my pants down and underwear at my ankles, I put my hands behind my back as instructed. With an air of satisfaction, Traci smiled warmly and snuggled up to me as I stood naked in front of her, my hands clasped behind me. This time it was her turn to whisper in my ear. "You think we're pretty hot, don't you, a couple of sexy little kittens," she whispered as she placed the top of her head under my chin. Her hair felt and smelled wonderful as I dug my nose into it, but I was afraid to answer. I felt her fingertips walking down my side, slowly, her nails gently scratching me at times, and then she placed her hand around my penis. "Go ahead Ben," Traci said, "get a boner. I'm going to pleasure you a bit more, right now." Stroking me very lightly she said, "You know, I feel a little bit sorry about all this and although we'll get to the repercussions of what happened last night in a bit, for now, let's just forget all that. We'll just pretend that you and I aren't brother and sister. We aren't even related to each other. Does that sound okay to you?" I kept my hands behind my back, and as Jen sat silently on the chair, Traci pressed her breasts into my chest, and rested her chin on my shoulder, her cheek touching mine. She began fondling my penis with both of her soft hands, moaning in my ear, flicking her tongue in and out, occasionally licking in little circles. I soon had a massive boner and wanted desperately to grab Traci and hug her, hump away at her, anything to make me unleash like before. "Would you feel a bit better if I made you come all over me, Ben?" Traci whispered. I contemplated how to answer but then said, "No", thinking that's what she wanted me to hear. "LIAR!" Traci shouted, pushing me away. I should have realized she was playing a trick but it was too late, and I felt helpless standing there with my pants down and my hands behind my back. Traci smiled with a delusional fire in her eyes. She then said in a soft voice, "You're so predictable, Ben, so easy to manipulate. Look at you with that boner, your pants at your ankles. Aren't you ashamed at yourself?" "I, um, --" "Shut your mouth," Traci yelled. "The subject this time is pain. Not pleasure. Now lay down, little Benny, lay face down across Jen's lap. Feet on the floor behind you. Hands in front, your ass in the air. Got all that?" Jen and I exchanged worried glances as I complied, kneeling over and crawling into position as instructed. Jen's thighs felt cold at first against my erection as I sprawled across her lap. "Good job," said Traci as she stood behind me. I felt her hair tickle my back as she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't move during this, Ben. Don't say anything. Not a sound. Just think about me, and Jen, and how we are linked to discomfort." With my feet on the ground and pants still at my ankles, my hands on the floor in front of me to brace myself with my butt propped up naked in the cold air, I felt Traci's fingertips lightly touch my bare bottom, tapping lightly all around it. Then she began raking away with her fingernails, using both hands in tandem, very lightly, one on each side of my butt, progressing with her nails slowly, ever so slowly. Moving from top to bottom with her hands working together, she raked my bare skin with her nails in this manner over and over. I could feel the goose bumps on my butt as she continued, and although it wasn't intolerable I definitely wanted her to stop doing this, to stop causing this sensation, this mix of a tickle and scratch. I still had an erection though and Jen's thighs now felt warm and soft beneath me. Traci stopped and leaned forward and asked me if what she was doing felt uncomfortable, and when I said "Yes", she said "Okay I'll stop then." She paused, and then did it again, one slow, torturous raking stroke down my butt. She stopped again as I shivered. Humilation & Comfort: My Sisters "Not pleasurable, is it Ben?" asked Traci, "Not in the least I bet, you utterly useless creature. But you'll be begging for that in a second." She raked my butt with her fingertips and nails a few more times, very slowly, and I shook as I formed more goose bumps. Then I felt what I feared most: her finger probed my anus, gently at first. "That's my middle finger, Ben, the big finger. As you begin to experience this pain, I want you to think of me. Think of Jen. Associate us with what you are about to feel: my dry finger, the longest one, penetrating you over and over. But DO NOT complain or ask me to stop. Don't you dare make a sound." She rhythmically started pushing her finger into me bit by bit, and it hurt. It hurt badly. I lurged forward as if to escape but it was useless, my erect penis sliding along Jen's thighs as I did so. Traci put her other hand on my back and pressed down on me as she whispered, "I'm going to count Ben, and let's start now." With that, she shoved her finger the rest of the way in and said softly "One." My entire body filled with pain, a ripping sensation pulsating throughout. She pulled her finger almost all the way out and then back in saying "Two". I cried out in pain as I thrust forward, my penis grinding into Jen's thighs. "I said to not make a sound, little Ben. For that, now you get two fingers at once, my middle finger AND my index finger." She plunged her two fingers in and said, "Three". The pain doubled and my vision started to close in, a red halo surrounding darkness as I stared down at the concrete floor. Still she continued. "Four". "Five". With each insertion I lunged forward, humping my cock against Jen's lap. By the count of "Six", to take my mind off the torture Traci was inflicting, I tried to focus on how nice Jen's thighs felt against my erection. "Seven!" Traci exclaimed, now much louder. Then "Eight, nine, ten!" In rapid succession Traci continued to violate me with her two fingers, and I humped forward with each thrust in an effort to pull away from her, my boner sliding across Jen's thighs, burying into her warm soft skin. I started to sweat, with beads of moisture forming on my abdomen. "Eleven," Traci yelled, louder now, and with a quickened pace. "Twelve thirteen! We're just getting started little Ben." I felt Jen's arm on my back as she said "Please stop, Traci, this is enough". "JEN!" yelled Traci, "If you don't stop being a cunt, I swear to fucking Christ I'll piss in your mouth." Then she went back to work. "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!" I kept my mind focused on my penis, pulsating and rock-hard, thrusting against Jen's thighs which had become moist, my perspiration serving as a lubricant. All of a sudden I realized that I was about to come. "Eighteen, nineteen!" Jen leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Please hang in there. I'm so, so very sorry." I felt my orgasm build but tried desperately to remain in control, because I knew if I shot my load Traci would further punish me in an unimaginable manner. All the same, given how wonderful the lubricating moisture of my sweat made Jen's thighs feel beneath my thrusting cock, I knew this was a losing battle. I was going to burst. "Twenty! Twenty one! You're breathing harder now, you little pervert. Pain is no fun, is it Ben?" Oblivious to my impending orgasm, Jen continued whispering to me. "I will make her stop soon, just hang in there little buddy. It's almost over. Just a little more." "Stop talking to him Jen. He needs to focus. Twenty two!" Now sobbing, Jen again whispered directly into my ear, "I'm so sorry. I really will make this up to you. I promise. This is my fault. Whatever I can do to repair the damage. " I felt one of Jen's hot tears drop fall on the back of my neck, followed by another. Traci continued violating me as I lurched forward with each plunge, sliding my boner across Jen's moistened thighs, clenching my teeth as I tried not to come. Jen kept her lips near my ear, clueless that I was seconds away from ejaculating all over her lap. "I'm so sorry about this, about what she's doing to you" she whispered to me. "Not someday. Later tonight." Another of her tears landed on my neck, as she continued, "Later tonight I will let you do whatever you want to me. I want you to fuck me." I screamed in orgasm as my semen shot all over her legs, and groaned with each successive convulsion. "Finally!" proclaimed Traci. "We made the little bitch suffer and now he's crying, yelping like a wounded animal!" She ran out from behind me and started dancing around in circles, thrusting her fists in the air and yelling "YES! YES! YES!" Jen leaned completely across my back, her soft breasts against me, and shifted her legs, doing all that she could to hide the evidence, the semen that I'd shot all over her thighs, as the mess I'd made formed a warm, slippery goo between our skin. Unaware of what I'd actually done, Traci grabbed my hair at the back of my head, jerking my head up and said "From now on, you will think of us as NOT PLEASURABLE! Pain. PAIN. NOT PLEASURE. Do you understand?" "Yes, I know" I said breathlessly, hyperventilating. "I'm so sorry." Traci gave my head a hard push forward and then let go of my hair. As she stormed away, I stared down at the floor again, my penis convulsing a few final times on Jen's thighs. As Traci made her way up the stairs, Jen leaned over me and softly whispered in my ear. "She doesn't know you that you came, and she'll never find out. She will never know what really just happened. I promise." "You don't think she knows?" I asked. "I'm absolutely positive that she doesn't." "I hope you're right," I replied, still lying naked across her lap. "I am. Trust me, she'd be going ballistic on us if she knew," Jen said, no longer sobbing. "But we better start cleaning this up now." I nodded in agreement and started to straighten up, but Jen placed her hand on my back to stop me and said "Wait." Then she put her lips right against my ear and whispered to me one final time. "Later tonight when you're sure she's asleep, come into my bedroom but don't make a sound. Please. For both of us, just quietly come in."