Chapter 1 - It's a dark, sad world

by MadGenuis

There seemed to be no end to how depressing the world could be these days, Keith mused quietly as he lay idly on his back, staring blankly into the wooden ceiling of his room, examining the furrows in the planks with dispassionate interest. To him, it seemed impossible that there could be anyone more miserable on the face of the Earth than him. He was the youngest in his class, having only recently turned thirteen, yet somehow managed to be more emotionally mature than even the majority of the girls at his own age. He had started noticing the girls long ago, even before his self-proclaimed friends began bragging of imaginary conquests and of things that seemed vulgar to Keith, who was very bashful by nature. He had felt a tingling somewhere within him - not anywhere "naughty", but a candid knotting in his chest, near his heart. He even thought that he was genuinely in love with a girl, though they hardly ever spoke. He had confessed to her in a note left at her seat at school, and requested that they should start seeing each other, but she had declined without as much as a second look and merely sharing a quick girly giggle as she showed the note to her friends.

But that was the core of the problem, was it not? He was emotionally mature, and even his classmates knew this and openly admitted it to him and each other, yet it seemed that the deep and genuine feelings inside of him would never be returned. And why would they? He was an average student that frequently "forgot" to make his homework, and that the teachers always complained about while incessantly stating that he had a bright mind, "if he only tried to use it". And then the teachers would move on to talk about how Keith always got into fights, and how he could just not seem to get along with the other children, ignorant to the fact that the shy boy was the butt of every prank the others made, both innocent and vile, and that most of the "fights" he had been in consisted of another boy punching or kicking him, where after Keith would either flee or struggle against his attacker with almost feral desperation.

He had become the target of his peers years ago, part because of his semi-unattractive appearance, part because he was generally in poor physical condition, part because of his below-average sized penis and part because of his introverted nature. He had a tendency of just quietly receiving the other children's taunts and teasing until finally his patience shattered and he would abruptly react very strongly, sometimes even lashing out violently and gaining a boost of adrenaline-induced strength. On occasion he had gone berserk and even started picking up tables and tossing them around - he was like a real-life Bruce Banner, only less intelligent and more whimsical, that turned into a less powerful and infinitely more whimsical version of the Hulk. His self-proclaimed friends were delighted to witness these fits of rage and went to great lengths to trigger them.

Somehow, though, today had turned out to be the worst day ever. Keith had gone into his backpack and taken out his math book for class and had found a note tugged in between the pages - a note stating the interest of one of the girls in his class, though whoever had left it simply signed anonymously to the declaration of pure intentioned love. Now, a less romantic and na�ve person than Keith might have been suspicious of the fact that this secret admirer did not leave a name, but the young boy had craved someone to love and someone to love him so desperately that he accepted the note without question, and then went on to spend the rest of the day in a blissful fit of obliviousness as he proudly presented the note to all of his classmates, each of them smiling widely and congratulating him - and Keith, in his state of blind happiness, did not even realize how unusual this was for them. He tried to guess who had left the note one hour after another, secretly lurking about and comparing the writing on the note to the handwriting of the various girls in the class.

Only when he was about to head home, anticipating to present the note to his parents, did another note suddenly drop on his desk. It was a short note, in the same handwriting as the first one, yet far more effective.

"It was just a joke. Sincerely, all the girls in the class."

Still staring into the ceiling, Keith's right hand moved to the edge of his trousers, touching himself absentmindedly for a moment before he figured that there was no point. After today he had simply accepted the fact that he was literally incapable of being loved by someone not related to him, and that he would spend his entire life with a heart full of love that he had nowhere to pour. Plus, right now he really could not manage to get excited about thinking about any of the girls he knew, as they had abruptly transformed into wicked succubae in his mind, unworthy of his affection.

Not that it made much of a difference. Though the other boys spoke frequently and openly of the joys of masturbation, Keith failed to see what was so great about it. It had only been a month's time since he had tried the first time, out of curiosity, but after some dozen strokes he had abandoned the idea, unable to understand what all the fuss was about. Though he was emotionally mature, his body lacked behind, as did his understanding of carnal pleasure. He had not even discovered what an orgasm was, and did not realize he had to keep masturbating to achieve it. Another thing missing from an already wretched existence.

"Whatcha doing?"

The childish, girlish voice of Keith's little sister reached him, and he started a bit in surprise as he turned to face her. He was lying in a bunk bed where the bottom bed had been removed, so he had to look down to see her.

She was only ten years old, with long brown hair and a slim, petite frame that had yet to experience any kind of maturity... yet oddly, Keith suddenly realized, she was not all that less physically mature than himself.

"Nothing, Emma," he told her, feeling heat rush to his head at how close he had just been to being caught in almost thinking about touching himself (that is how shy he is). He looked away again, certain that this would end the conversation, but then slowly looked down at her again. She was dressed in loose-fitting beige pajamas-pants and an equally loose T-shirt. Her innocent eyes were looking at him with concern, and it suddenly struck him how pretty she actually was.

He thought frantically, his chest suddenly feeling very weird - not the kind of weird as the tightening knot when he looked at the girls in his class, but a strange, pleasant tingling sensation that quickly spread all over his body and numbed his mind.

He had not told his family about either of the two notes, so Emma did not know of his plight and did not understand his intense stare at her and long, hesitant silence. But just then, Keith felt his throat constrict and a confusingly pleasant nausea rising from the pit of his stomach as he suddenly wondered... but... no...

He bit his lip nervously, every fiber of his introverted personality fighting against what he was thinking about, but something else entirely presented the case quite convincingly. He would spend his life alone and unloved - he might never learn about girls, might never know the truth behind his classmates wild stories or what all the obscure moaning and screaming in the movies was about.

"H-hey," he stuttered in a low voice, his heart pounding rapidly and swallowing far too often, feeling lightheaded at the fact that he had even managed to speak such a harmless word, simply because he knew the intention behind it. "Would you... come up here a minute?"

"Sure!" Emma eagerly bounded for the short ladder to Keith's bunk, happy to spend time with her big brother. She crawled into his bed and kneeled next to him, smiling widely. "Whatcha want to do? Do you want to play?"

She looked around, expecting to find toys in the bed but naturally found none. This made Keith feel even more guilty, even though he had done nothing wrong, but it also intensified the odd tingling inside of him.

He swallowed for what seemed the hundredth time, hands trembling with an anxiety he did not fully understand. "I was wondering... if I... we... could... try something?"

"Okay," Emma stated trustingly, placing her hands idly in her lap. "What are we trying?"

"Err..." To Keith, this seemed like the point of no return, and while his heart kept galloping faster his mind worked so quickly that he could not even follow his own thoughts, but ended up lost and confused. He had no idea what to do, no plans, and was just about the most nervous he had ever been in his entire short life.

"Just... let me try something. Okay? Will you let me?"

Nodding her consent, Emma looked at Keith with a curious expression that almost seemed to be too much for the young boy, and he actually decided to abandon his endeavor. But even as he did, that other part of his mind urged him on, and before he even realized it his body moved on its own, sealing what seemed like a thoroughly abominable fate for himself.

Hesitating, he leaned forward and took hold of the hem of Emma's T-shirt, and slowly he started pulling it off of her. The girl silently and confusedly complied, letting her arms slide out of the sleeves until she was naked from the waist up. Looking at her slim waist and flat belly made the feeling inside of Keith descend, tying a knot in his stomach and filling his body with feverish heat.

"What...?" his sister began, but Keith silenced her with a gesture, his eyes shifting wildly between her waist and belly and her face. Slowly his hands went to touch her stomach, running his fingers over her smooth skin and feeling the soft tissue underneath. He caressed her navel and her hips, licking his lips as he did so.

He let his hands move upward, feeling her ribs clearly through her skin as he reached her tiny pink nipples. She did not have even the slightest indication of breasts yet, but somehow it only added to her petite charm, and to Keith simply knowing that they would grow there once was enough.

He caressed Emma's chest gently, lovingly, and played uncertainly with her nipples. Then he leaned forward further and started licking her chest and nipples, playing with them with his tongue, pushing his lips against the areola and sucking on them, even biting and pinching them slightly, though she protested at this as it hurt.

Dizzy, terrified and nauseous Keith leaned back, and he felt that by now his chest had constricted so that he had to gasp for air. This was so wrong, so forbidden, yet the odd pleasurable tingling inside of him goaded him on, urging him to try something else. His shy side lost faster this time, the first barrier already broken, and his numbed mind slowly stopped trying to resist the pull of this new darker side of him.

Emma was staring at him openly now, her smile gone and her expression half-nervous and half-curious at what he was doing. Gripping her knees, Keith straightened her legs in front of her and first removed her socks, then reached to her waist to meticulously start pulling down her pajamas-pants.

Surprised, the sister reached down to grab her trousers herself, pulling them back up quickly. She stared at him in breathless wonder, but did not say anything, and even though Keith was shaking like a leaf with excitement and with the various pleasant feelings within him, he still noticed how her breath had become shallower and faster, and her oddly cute little heartbeat pounded quickly in her undeveloped chest.

"I just want to try something, okay?" He still stammered and spoke haltingly, and his voice was still low, but it was somehow getting easier. At a whim he took off his own T-shirt and socks so that the two siblings were wearing equally much clothing. "It's a test, right? You... you can try things with me, too, if you want. Just... trust me, okay?"

Letting out a small, shy and hesitant "Okay," Emma released her grip on her pants and allowed her brother to remove them, revealing her slim legs. He threw them aside and finally removed her adorable little panties, revealing her small but shapely butt and the thin pink slit of her vagina.

At seeing this somehow sacred part of the female body for the first time, Keith was sure that he must be about to vomit from the roaming feelings within him, yet nothing happened. He only felt hotter and more excited, his dazed mind slowly realizing that his phallus had gotten rock-hard, and he was not even sure for how long it had been so. He had not even touched it, yet it was far more stimulated right now than he had managed when trying to masturbate.

Following through with his pattern he removed his own trousers, and then, hesitantly, his boxers, allowing his merely four inch erect member to jump out and greet the surprised Emma, who suddenly seemed less concerned with what was going on and more curious about her brother's penis.

Trying vainly to swallow a huge lump in his throat, Keith made the first move and leaned down to Emma's crotch, his hands gently parting her thighs to allow him access to her most restricted area. It felt almost sacrilegious, somehow, to even approach the alluring pink vagina, but the part of him that had made him start this entire thing was only excited even more by how wrong and forbidden it was.

Coming to the startling realization that he could not stop himself no matter how hard he tried, Keith finally gave himself over to his instincts, leaning close to the strangely warm snatch. Propping his elbows on her legs to keep them apart, the boy let his hands tenderly caress his sister's thighs, sneaking closer and closer to her hairless box, until they finally came to lie around it in breathless reverence.

Emma just stared at him, breathless herself, not understanding what was going on but no longer fighting it either. Her flustered acceptance only served to excite Keith even further.

Gasping to fill his aching lungs with air past his constricted throat, the boy let his right hand wander slightly closer to the forbidden place, until finally he let his fingers touch Emma's tiny labia playfully. She started in surprise at the sensation, but as he continued she stopped moving, silently accepting the caress.

"How does it feel?" Keith whispered with wide-eyed fascination, desperate for his sister to approve of this as for her not to view him as a detestable freak.

"Strange," was all she could say. "Really strange..."

Not sure what to make of that, Keith hesitated for a moment as he spread her lower lips apart slightly and curiously tried to peek inside. Not being able to see anything he tried slipping a finger inside to spread Emma more widely open, but she abruptly pulled away with a stifled whimper.

"That hurt!"

"Sorry, sorry," Keith gasped, terrified that he might have antagonized his little sister. Luckily it seemed that he had not scared her off entirely, and he was allowed to lean in again - even closer this time, until the tip of his nose touched her miniature clit.

Without being sure what he was doing, the boy rolled out his tongue and began playing with her labia once again, running the tip of his tongue up and down her slit several times without Emma making the slightest protest. He found that her pussy was oddly moist and sweet-tasting, and though he did not understand the mechanics of why it was so, he appreciated it nonetheless.

Slowly he tried to slip his tongue into Emma's box, but once again she pulled away, though she remained silent this time, and Keith decided that going inside her pussy right now was obviously out of the question, as he did not want to hurt her. Instead he spent another minute playing with her labia, licking and touching it gently, making it wetter and wetter.

Once more not understanding what this meant, Keith pulled away slightly and tryingly blew at her snatch, causing her nether lips to shiver slightly. This made Emma giggle happily and childishly, and she moved her crotch about randomly at the sensation.

"That tickles!" she announced, and her delighted tone filled her older brother with renewed resolve, as he blew at her pussy several times until the girl pulled away, still chuckling with glee.

Emma turned around to lie on her stomach to prevent Keith from blowing at her vagina any more, and the young boy felt his heart leap as he saw the two perfectly round small buttocks presented to him.

Trembling even more, so excited that he could barely contain himself, he leaned to her butt and gripped it with his hands, feeling the firm shape under his fingers, padded with a thin, soft layer of fat and with skin as smooth and untarnished as any. Her buttocks tensed at his touch, but quickly relaxed, and Keith was allowed to spend several seconds caressing her.

Then he moved on to the last place on his check-list, gripping her hips and lifting her butt up slightly so that he had free access to her anus. This was something he did not understand entirely, and he realized that he was not all that interested in the unattractive tiny opening, but nevertheless felt obliged to finish the investigation he had started.

Hesitating, he let his hands slither to the tight hole and let his fingers poke at it tryingly, testing how Emma would react. When she did nothing to pull away he brought up his right pointer and pressed it toward her back passage until the tip of his finger entered. His finger was lubricated with her pussy juice and entered with unexpected ease.

Emma moved about restlessly, but did not specifically pull away from his touch.

"Are... are you okay?" he asked, not wanting to do anything before he was sure that it did not hurt her. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away.

"No, it's better than the other one. It doesn't hurt... actually it feels kinda nice."

Hearing this almost pushed him to his limit, and Keith immediately reacted by inserting the rest of his index finger until all three joints were inside her ass. Emma made a low groaning noise, but did not react otherwise as he felt around inside her with his pointer, feeling the spongy surface of her intestines and marveling at the feeling.

Drunk with success he brought up the middle finger and began pressing it against her anus, stretching it to accommodate the second finger.

"That hurts!" Emma whimpered, even though only the first joint of the middle finger hand been pushed in. Keith immediately pulled out entirely, deciding that this was enough of a first exploration of that area.

"Okay, as promised," Keith said, barely daring to speak in a whisper as Emma sat up and faced him, a ponderous smile on her lips and her eyes wide with curiosity. "Now you can test anything you want about me."

Looking over him briefly, Emma seemed to consider this for a moment, examining his body bit by bit. Then she leaned down to his fully erect penis to look at it with bewilderment.

"Why is it so big?" she asked, having never seen a hard pecker before and only having flaccid penises of boys much younger than both of them to compare it to. She poked at it tryingly with a finger, and Keith had to resist the urge to groan as his member throbbed mightily, being as ready for use as it would ever be. "And why does it stand up like that?"

"It-it just does," the older brother gasped, his thoughts in disarray while his excitement reached its peak at watching his baby sister tryingly touching and tugging at his penis. Waves of heat and pleasure washed over him, and he felt dizzy with how much he wanted to touch himself, but refused to do so as long as Emma was there - despite everything, there were still barriers unbroken.

"It's warm." She said, grabbing the shaft in her hand and moving it back and forth a little like a joystick. It was so stiff, however, that it refused to budge more than an inch. She also prodded at his scrotum, but immediately lost interest and moved back to his member. She pulled downward on it, towards its base, and the outermost foreskin slid back to reveal his red throbbing glans, which was covered in a layer of whitish precum already.
Curiously, Emma investigated this phenomenon closely, pulling the foreskin back a little further until the entire head was revealed, dark-red and aching. She touched the head with a finger, sending waves of mixed pleasure and pain wracking through the member, and then tried to slid her finger under the foreskin and along the penis itself.

She had barely begun at this endeavor when Keith gasped out his protest. "No! That hurts!"

Pouting, Emma inspected the slit at the tip of his penis, and then tried to put a finger in there. Needless to say, her brother repeated his protest even more incessantly.

"Then there isn't really much for me to try, is there?" she said disappointedly, and Keith actually felt guilty for not having more exciting parts to inspect, like she had.

Then she abruptly brightened. "Turn around and lie on your stomach!"

Hesitantly obeying, the brother lay down on his stomach but managed to twist his neck so that he could still keep an eye on what she was doing, and his eyes widened further as he realized that the little girl was now examining his butt, her hands hesitantly nearing it in short movements, as if she could not make up her mind. Keith held his breath, unable to make up his mind on what to think of this behavior from his dear little sister.

Finally Emma seemed to make up her mind, her right hand going to his anus, and she clumsily tried to push her pointer inside him.

Keith averted his face to hide the fact that he was grimacing from Emma as her pointer slid in with some difficulty. He was very uncomfortable and awkward about feeling something going into his butt, and he desperately wanted to ask her to stop, yet somehow he felt that stopping her would be unfair. As she had said, there were fewer things she could try with him than him with her, and if he was to prevent her from this...

He winced as a second finger snaked inside of him, but the amused giggle of the little girl behind him somehow managed to keep the burning excitement inside of him alive through the discomfort. Mercifully Emma soon grew tired of fingering Keith's ass and withdrew, allowing him to sit back up and face her.

"I don't know what else to do," Emma shrugged, looking down her brother, then down herself. Seeing his little sister examine her own naked body like that intensified the tingling inside Keith until it was almost unbearable, and he felt sure that he was about to spontaneously combust from the building heat inside him. "Are we done now?"

His breathing shallow and ragged, Keith inched closer to her until they kneeled right in front of each other, their knees touching. His quivering member pointed straight at Emma's face, the tip of the head still showing through the foreskin like a red lidless eye.

He still shook all over as he reached down to her crotch again and ran his fingers around and over her vagina, feeling carefully the shape of her pelvis and her vulva once more, as well as smearing his fingers in her juice, which he drew in a glistening trail up her flat stomach and navel, her chest and nipples, and all the way up to caress her collar bone.

With this last feel of his body he felt that his excitement had peaked once more, and he hurriedly withdrew, not knowing how to proceed any further. All he knew was that he right now managed to maintain a state of bliss he had never known before in his short life.

"I guess we are," he mumbled quietly, overjoyed at what he had experienced but at the same time disappointed that it was already over - even though the delicious state of pleasure lingered now he knew that it would fade soon enough, and he would be left once more to his sad excuse of a life.

As Emma got dressed again, Keith sat still, his chest constricting tighter than ever. This was nice, but we can never do it again, he planned to say, but as he opened his mouth, the words he uttered were some entirely different ones.

"Can we... have more tests?" he asked nervously, deeply afraid that he would disgust or scare his sister with this request. "Like this one? Later? In the future?"

Hesitating only a moment, Emma nodded, unwittingly making Keith one of the top candidates for being the happiest person on Earth. "Sure. Later."

Once Emma had crawled out of his bed and left his room, Keith was left to himself, staring down as his throbbing penis and the red eye of its head staring back at him. He did not know fully why, but he just grabbed it with his right hand just then and started moving quickly up and down the shaft, masturbating with his full vigor.

In his mind he replayed what he had just experienced, visualizing Emma's taut young body before him once again, her perfect little butt, her delicious virgin pussy...

Abruptly he gasped as he felt his entire body being rocked to the core by a white-hot sensation that chased away all thoughts and sent violent convulsions through his entire body, all while his member started bounding up and down as it throbbed. His hand was suddenly locked at the base of it, holding the foreskin back, and within seconds long spurts of creamy white liquid shot from it so fiercely that it reached the ceiling where it stuck in large clumps, slowly dripping back down on his bed.

Keith panted, unable to fully grasp just how wonderful it was to finally have release for all his pent up frustrations like this. His penis had gone flaccid once it had ejaculated its entire load, and even the skin had turned red. As he finally started dressing, Keith's mind was already planning when he and his little sister should have their next 'test'.