Danny

Danny

“Danny, are you sure you have all the emergency numbers?” my mom asked as she ushered my two kid sisters towards the car.

“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be OK,” I said waving back to her as she pulled out of the driveway. “It will only be a couple of hours until dad gets home anyway.”

That was the plan. As far as my mom knew, she was taking Pam and Amy to my aunt’s house for the Thanksgiving weekend early, and I would wait at home for dad to get home from work and ride up with him. I was happy to have the house to myself. It’s not that I didn’t like mom or my sisters. For a 12 year old, and a 10 year old, they weren’t bad as kid sisters go, but I had plans of my own. My plans revolved around some magazines I just got from my friend Dave.

I waited until the car disappeared around the corner and ran up to my room where I had the magazine hidden. I stripped out of my clothes, went down to the master bedroom, and then went to lie on my parents’ bed. I liked using their bed to masturbate since they had a three-panel closet with mirrors on the door. I could watch myself doing it. The other thing about the room was the laundry hamper. I could always find a pair of mom’s panties there.

Pam

I was looking forward to the trip to Aunt Doris’ house for Thanksgiving. My cousin Gwen and I are only a couple of month’s apart, and she and I have a lot in common. She’s even good to Amy too. So, it was somewhat of a disappointment when mom said, “Oh shit! I forgot to bring along the extra blankets and pillows.”

“The ones on the floor of the closet in your bedroom?” Amy asked.

“Yes dear, I’m afraid I’ll have to go back and get them.”

“Damn!” I thought to myself. “This will put us at least a half hour behind schedule.”

I rode along in the front seat patiently as we retraced our route to the house. When we got there, Amy bounded out of the car almost before it stopped and said, “I’ll get it.” Being only 10 years old, she’s still very much like a puppy.

Meanwhile, mom said to me, “Might as well go back in and see if there is anything else we might have forgotten.”

We had hardly gotten in the front door when we heard Amy shriek! I had no idea what happened, but mom and I raced to the bedroom.

Amy

When mom announced that she left the pillows behind I was afraid that she wouldn’t go back for them. I don’t think I could sleep without my favorite pillow. I think Pam was upset with mom turning back, but I was glad.

I knew exactly where the pillows and blankets were. I helped mom put them there in the morning. So I went straight to her bedroom as soon as we got to the house. I ran down the hall and bounced off the wall and through the door like I do almost every Saturday morning to cuddle with mom and dad in bed.

Only this time mom and dad weren’t there. Instead, my brother Danny was there. I didn’t expect anyone to be there at all, and seeing him there scared me. I didn’t recognize my brother and I screamed. The reason I didn’t recognize him is that he was totally naked!

My knees were shaking by the time mom and Pam got there.

Danny

I was deep into my fantasy and well on my way to an orgasm when all of a sudden; I heard the front door open! I froze in panic. There was no way out! I left my clothes in my room. I could hear Amy’s voice coming down the hall. “I know where they are, mom. I’ll get them for you.” Before I could react, she was in the doorway.

I was still frozen with one hand on my penis, and the other on the magazine, panties lying nearby. At least I was warned of my sister’s approach, so I don’t think I was as shocked as she was. She saw me suddenly and screamed. Mom and Pam came running in immediately behind her.

Mom was the first to recover. “Daniel,” she said using my proper name – she only does that when I am in trouble. I didn’t need to hear it to know that I WAS in trouble. “Get dressed.”

She turned around and said to my sisters, “Let him get by so he can get his clothes.” Both girls were sufficiently recovered from their shock to appreciate the situation. I could feel their eyes probing my naked body. I really couldn’t look them in the eye, but the brief glance I got revealed a couple of smug smirks. At least they didn’t giggle or laugh.

Joanne

When I heard my daughter scream, I thought the worst had happened. Either a burglar had broken in, or she found Danny lying dead on the rug. I was quite shocked to see him there on the bed very much alive and very much naked and with my dirty panties too. However, I was also very relieved to find the situation no more serious than a horny teenaged boy taking matters into his own hands.

I had been more than suspicious about Daniel’s masturbation habits. I knew what to look for. I had been warned by a friend of mine whose boys were now in college. I saw the come stains in the laundry; I knew my laundry hamper had been messed with. I was hoping he would either grow out of it, or become more discrete. Apparently that wasn’t going to happen with Danny soon.

I decided that I really had to teach him a lesson, and I had to deal with this sudden revelation to my girls too. I had already talked to Pam a little about sex, but mostly from the woman’s point of view explaining to her the things that were going on with her body. I hadn’t reached the point in our discussions about boys and the things they do. Now it was full out in the open!

As for Amy, my sweet, innocent, still-playing-with-Barbie, Amy – well, she got the accelerated course. I’m not even sure she knew what boys looked like up until this point. What she actually saw, I didn’t know since I arrived several seconds after she did. As it was, Danny was in an obvious state of sexual arousal. She couldn’t fail to notice that.

I told Danny to go to his room and get dressed. I gave the girls one of those looks that essentially said, “He’s been embarrassed enough. Don’t you dare laugh at him, or you will be next.”

While Danny was gone, I pressed Amy on what she saw. All she admitted to was seeing her brother sitting on the bed with his hand on his “pee pee.”

“Was he doing anything with it?” I asked.

She shook her head, “no” and added, “It was just sticking up big and hard.”

At least he had stopped jerking off at that point. However, I wondered how Amy knew that “big and hard” was not the normal state for a penis, even one belonging to a 13-year-old horny boy.

It was Pam that startled me. She asked, “Mom, what was Danny doing? Was he …” I cut her off quickly.

“Not in front of Amy” I admonished.

“Aw, come on mom,” Amy protested, “I’m not a baby. I’m a big girl, you know.”

I had to admit she was right. I was going to have to control this situation and get both my girls to a level of understanding with it. I had to make a critical decision, and I had to make it on the spot. Pulling on my own history, I came up with an idea.

“All in due time,” is what I said to Amy. “Meanwhile, Danny is going to need some supervision. Your sister, Pam, is going to provide it. We’ll see how things go with her and Danny first.”

“You girls wait for me in the kitchen.” I picked up the magazine and marched off to talk to Danny in his room.

Danny

I got dressed and mom came in to talk with me. “I know you are nearly 14 years old. I know that boys like you have urges, but I am disappointed. You shouldn’t be reading this kind of stuff. It’s not only disrespectful to women; it will make it impossible to think of anything other than sex.” She said waving the magazine. “You are going to have to learn how to control your urges. I can’t trust you to watch yourself.”

“Mom, please.” I said, “Don’t take me with you. I really want to go with dad.”

“And so you shall,” she said.

“Then you are not going to tell dad?”

“No I am not.”

I hugged her, “You’re the greatest, mom. Thanks”

“Wait a minute,” she pushed me back gently. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

I looked at her questioningly.

“I said that you were going to have to learn to control yourself, and that I can’t trust you to watch yourself. I am going to leave Pam behind to watch you.”

“Mom!” I protested, “Pam’s only 12. She’s younger than me.”

“She may be younger, but she’s also a lot more mature, it seems. It’s your choice. You either come with me, or your sister baby-sits you.”

“I don’t have to listen to her, do I?”

“Yes, you do. She’s in charge. You will do what she tells you to do.”

I frowned but said, “OK.”

“Good,” she said, “now as to your masturbation. I see the stains. I know you do it several times a day it seems. We are going to have to bring that under control. I know you have urges, and it’s difficult to resist them. However, if you are going to read smut, you are never going to have a chance to resist them. You will have to force yourself to think about something else.”

“OK mom, I’ll try.”

“I’ll see to it that you’ll do more than just try. Now, what’s this about my panties?”

“I don’t know. It’s just …” I trailed off.

She wouldn’t buy it. “It’s just WHAT?” she insisted.

“Well, it’s sort of like having a girl there with me.”

“Oh, so you’d like to have a girl there when you do it?”

“No mom. I like to think about girls when I do it.”

“I bet you think about that cute Stephanie Wilson when you do it.”

I could feel myself blush.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes, mom.” I said meekly.

“And how would you feel if she found out that you are a masturbator?”

I just looked at my toes, and she took it for an answer.

“I thought so. You wouldn’t like it at all. Think about that the next time you feel like jerking off.” She reflected. “There are going to be some new rules around here.”

“OK, let’s get on with this. Follow me.”

Joanne

I felt like the Padre leading the condemned man to the gallows as I led Danny to the kitchen where Amy and Pam awaited us. I had second thoughts about what I was about to propose, but I knew that it was ultimately in my children’s best interest, and moms have to obey these instincts.

I told Danny to go inside as I crooked my finger at Pam to have her join me in a private conference.

Pam

We listened at Danny’s bedroom door before stealing away to the kitchen. I really wanted to hear all mom had to say to my brother about what he was doing, but didn’t want to get caught doing it. So I took Amy to the kitchen and got us a couple of sodas.

Amy and I giggled as we sipped our drinks. It seemed that Danny was really in trouble now. I think I know what he was doing. I heard some girls at school talk about it. They called it “jerking off” and I got the impression it was something boys did and liked doing, but were ashamed of doing.

Amy was chattering away about what she saw, or what she thought she saw. The poor kid was so excited, she was already getting her facts confused. I tried to calm her down, and asked her to describe to me in detail everything she saw.

I asked her if she had ever seen a boy before, and she readily admitted that she had seen her friend’s kid brother coming running out of the bathroom totally naked after a bath with his pajama-clutching mom in pursuit.

She asked me if I had seen a boy before, and I exaggerated, “Of course, I have. Lots of boys.” OK, “lots” meant two, and the first was when I was 7 years old and my friend Patsy and I got her kid brother to make pee for us. The second was even less exciting. I watched one of my girlfriends change her infant cousin. At least I got a close up view of his “apparatus.”

Mom appeared with the now-dressed Danny, and she indicated that she wanted to talk to me alone.

“I was going to have this talk with you when you were older,” she started, “but circumstances have changed that.”

She went on to explain to me how boys have these “urges” and that if they were left to their own, they would masturbate continuously. She told me that it was very natural for boys to masturbate, and that it was probably even healthy, as long as they didn’t get obsessed with it. Then she lowered the boom on me.

“I need your help. Danny needs supervision on this, and I don’t think it’s proper for a mother to supervise her son. He needs a girl closer to his own age.”

“What are you getting at, mom?” I asked.

“I need you to supervise Danny when he masturbates.”

“What?”

“I need you to keep track of when he masturbates so he doesn’t do it too often.”

“Do you mean that you want me to watch him do it?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, you don’t have to watch, but I suppose you can if you want. I think I explained how a penis works when we went over those books together. Besides, you’ve seen most of what there is to see already.”

I just sat there and let the air whistle out from between my teeth.

“Will you do that for me?”

“What if he doesn’t listen to me?”

“Then he’ll have to deal with me or his dad. Believe me, I am sure he doesn’t want your daddy finding out about this.” The way she said this made me believe that there was something about dad she was trying to hide from me. Finally, she added, “And if he doesn’t listen to you, you have my permission to spank him. I’ll back you up on this.”

“OK mom,” I finally answered. “What do I have to do?”

“It’s simple. We will come up with a jerk off quota. I can tell by the laundry, that he’s probably doing it twice a day. He will be given permission to come so many times a week. Let’s say 5 times a week. It will be your job to assure that he makes the minimum quota, but doesn’t exceed the maximum. Let’s limit him to 10. It think those figures are appropriate for a boy of his age.”

“You mean I have to make sure he masturbates at least a certain amount of times?”

“That’s right,” mom explained, “I want you to make sure that he spreads his masturbations around more or less evenly throughout the week. I gave you a range of 5 to 10 so you can use the extra masturbations as a reward for him if he’s a good boy.”

I let all of this sink in.

“OK, mom,” I finally said, “I’ll do it. I’ll ask you for help if I need it.”

“That’s a good girl,” mom said, “but I don’t think you’ll need much help from me. You’re a very mature girl, so I think you can handle this on your own.”

“What do we tell Amy?” I asked.

“Well, I’ll explain that when we get back into the kitchen.”

As I followed mom, I noticed a funny feeling in my stomach. I always liked being in charge when I baby sat, especially in charge of boys, but now I was in charge of an older boy – my brother no less. It made me feel good to be a girl.

Danny

Mom sat the three of us down in the kitchen and explained the new rules. “First of all, Danny, since you have proven to be untrustworthy, I can’t leave you alone. I will need to leave you with a babysitter at all times.”

“Aw mom,” I complained.

“Don’t ‘Aw, mom’ me,” she said cutting me off. “You’re in danger of becoming addicted to sex, and we have to nip this in the bud. So as of right now, Pam will be your babysitter. Whenever, I am gone you will listen to her the same way I expect you to listen to any other babysitter.”

“Pam!” I nearly screamed, “Mom, she’s a year younger than me!”

“Yes, she is, and she is in charge.” Mom’s face flushed with anger, “Look, we’ve been over this before. Pam has full rights to order you around as much as I do. You will listen to her or you’ll have me or your dad to deal with. Do you have that?”

I did, and nodded my head to indicate I understood. This was humiliating, to be ordered around by my younger sister. I was especially embarrassed about being scolded like this in front of my sisters. I didn’t know that the worst was yet to come.

“Now, as to your masturbation.” Mom started.

“Mom! Not in front of Pam and Amy!”

“Yes, in front of Pam and Amy. This concerns them too.”

“But they’re GIRLS,” I protested.

Mom ignored me, “I know a boy of your age has urges, and if I repress them you may turn out to be a rapist or some sort of sex pervert, or have some other sexual problem later on. So, I am going to allow you to masturbate between 5 and 10 times a week.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She’s talking about my masturbation habits with my kid sisters listening. I was intrigued by the fact that she acknowledged my urges and was willing to let me take care of them.

“Thanks, mom,” I managed to mumble.

“Don’t thank me yet. There’s a catch -- a big one. Pam will be in charge of your masturbations too.”

I wanted to yell out, “What!” but all I could manage was a noiseless flapping of my mouth.

“She will keep track of your masturbations. You must ask her for permission to masturbate, and you must masturbate if she tells you to.”

“But mom …”

“No ‘but moms.’ This time I am serious. You will obey Pam, or she has my permission to spank you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I looked at Pam. She was smiling back at me smugly.

Amy

When mom came back and laid down the law for Danny, I was surprised, and just a little bit put out. I liked the idea that Pam had control over Danny. It was good to see a girl in charge of a boy for a change. But what about me? I’m a girl too, and not too much younger than my sister.

I was about to express this concern when mom announced that I would be Pam’s ‘assistant’ and that she could have me help her. Pam and I always got along and I could talk her into doing things a lot.

Mom said that Pam would stay behind to watch Danny as I went with her to Aunt Peggy’s house. I was disappointed. That meant I had to wait almost a whole week before I could help Pam, but mom explained to me that she wanted me to keep her company on the long drive.

Danny

I was glad that Amy was going with mom. It was bad enough having to listen to one girl and a younger girl at that. Pam, at least was close to my age. I heard that girls matured faster than boys, so maybe we were sort of equal, but Amy was still a kid. She still played with dolls and played other kids games.

Now it was Pam who peered out the window and waited until the car cleared the corner. She wasted no time in establishing her dominance over me.

“Danny, would you show me what you were doing when we were gone?” she asked.

“What! NO!” I shouted back.

“Remember what mom said. I am in charge. Besides, I won’t tell anybody. I know you like to do it. I heard the whole thing. Amy and me were just outside the door when mom was talking to you.”

“I can’t do that. You’re a girl.”

“So is Stephanie Wilson. You can pretend I’m her.”

“No way. I’m not doing it.”

“I can spank you, but I have something better. Why don’t you take a look under the bottom of the clothes hamper in your room?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I am talking about. Mom only got one of your magazines, you were smart not to hide them all in one place. That magazine looked new to me, I didn’t know where you hid it. Amy and I found the other one. The one that used to be in your clothes hamper.”

“What do you mean, ‘used to be?’ What have you done with it?”

“Oh nothing,” she replied, “just put it in a safe place while mom was busy with you.

“Give it back.” I demanded.

“No, I won’t.” she said. “In fact, I’m going to tell mom unless you do what I tell you to do. I’m going to tell mom that I caught you again with another magazine.”

“You wouldn’t”

Pam was nonplussed and continued as if she didn’t even hear me, “And then I’m going to tell Stephanie, and some of the other kids at school.”

I was defeated, and she knew it.

“Come on,” she urged softly. “Look, you were going to do it anyway. I’ll let you use my panties. In fact, since mom will be checking hers closely from now on, I’ll make sure you have a fresh pair every day.”

“Can I use the cute pink ones with the lace?” I asked.

Pam

Danny was in an understandably resistive mood. Little did he know that Amy and I already had some evidence on him already, and were going to use it to extort some favors from him. Mom’s recent rule changes merely put me in the driver’s seat without my having to resort to blackmail.

Once I revealed these facts, it was a lot easier to bargain with him. I knew that I had to get on with establishing my authority over him immediately, or I would never really have his respect.

I finally got him to agree to masturbate for me, although he asked for my pink panties with the lace. I don’t know how he knew about them. I bought those with my own money, and kept them secret even from mom.

I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. I don’t know why. We had the whole house to ourselves, but it just seemed funny to do this in the “open” part of the house.

“Come on. Take your clothes off and do it.”

“What about the panties?” he asked.

“Oh OK, I’ll get them.”

As I left, and I heard him close and lock the door behind me. I was hoping he wasn’t going to get difficult on me now. Nonetheless, I got my panties and returned. I banged on the door and insisted, “Let me in.”

“Just a minute,” was the response from the other side.

My brother opened the door in less than the promised minute, and was there totally naked. I asked him why he locked me out. He told me that he wanted to get undressed in private. That explanation actually made sense to me. I vowed that I would make him disrobe for me at some future time, but one step at a time, I thought.

I looked at him and giggled. It looked so small! “Can I touch it?” I asked.

“Go ahead,” he said without any enthusiasm.

This was a special treat for me. In my previous penis viewings, I had never touched one. It felt all floppy and rubbery as I started to handle it, but as I went on, it got bigger and harder. I thought I was seeing things. The two little boy penises I saw before were small, and when I first saw Danny, I thought it was big, but in the confusion of the moment, I thought I was mistaken. Now I found out that penises had different “phases.”

Danny

I didn’t know what to do except to give into my sister’s wishes. I really didn’t have much of a choice. Mom put her in charge, and she had more stuff on me that would get me into deeper trouble. The only thing I could do is play along, and hope that we could keep this is private as possible.

When she asked me if she could touch my penis, I let her. I was all shrunken with my shame and excitement, but as she brought her fingers in contact with the head of my organ, it all changed. She had her pink panties in her hand and they were brushing against my penis as she manipulated it. To be so close to her panties would be enough to get me hard, the physical stimulation was just icing on this sweet cake. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought after all.

“It’s getting big,” she announced unnecessarily. “What are you doing to make it do that?”

“Nothing,” I replied, “I can’t control it. It just sort of happens when I’m around girls.”

Pam giggled. “You mean girls like Stephanie Wilson?”

I could feel myself blushing. “Yeah, like her, but other girls too.”

“I don’t know what you see in Stephanie. She’s in the same grade as me, you know.”

“I know.”

“Do I make you hard when you are around me?” she asked.

“You’re my sister. It’s different.” I stuttered. “Well, yeah, sort of. I mean, if you weren’t my sister, you’d be kind of cute. I mean, not that you’re not cute, you are, but…” I was making a real mess out of my response.

Pam smiled at me, and gave me a peck on my cheek, “I know what you mean, and that’s so sweet.” Her kind words made me feel a lot better. I was able to continue. “Also touching it makes it hard.”

“So if a girl touches it, then it should become super-hard.”

I actually laughed, “DUH! – Just look at it. What do you think?”

She giggled and leaned forward and kissed me again, this time on the lips. It was a sister-brother type kiss, but there was a little something extra in it – at least for me.

I was getting excited, and decided to go for it. I was as horny as all get out having looked at the magazine, and actually getting myself almost to the point of coming when I was interrupted. Then I had all this talk of Stephanie and my sister manipulating my organ. “Give me the panties, and sit down,” I told her. “Let me show you what this baby can do.”

Pam sat on the edge of the tub, and I knelt before her. She looked down at me. “It’s better this way,” I explained.

I put the panties to my nose and sniffed them. I was disappointed; “They don’t smell.”

“I just washed them,” Pam apologized. “I can get you a pair I just wore,” she promised.

“Maybe next time,” I said. I didn’t need another interruption.

I pumped my dick feverously and got to the explosion point in a matter of seconds. “Move your feet,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Your feet. Apart” I was no longer capable of communicating in complete sentences. Pam got the idea and spread her legs just in time. I shot off my first ejaculation right between her legs hitting the wall of the tub. My next shot hit the first as it dripped down. I kept pumping until I formed a small lake at Pam’s feet. I looked up and saw she had her hands clasped over her mouth as if to try to hold in her breath.

Pam

I couldn’t believe how cooperative my brother was. He didn’t even want fresh (or should I say worn) panties even when I offered to get them for him. I was willing to take off the pair I had on, but I had no intention of getting even partially naked in front of him, and besides I only had them on for an hour or so.

He had me sit on the tub and he knelt down between my knees. There was something about him kneeling before me that I liked. I felt like a queen with one of her knights kneeling before her. I almost forgot the purpose of this little get together until he grabbed his penis and started stroking along the shaft. So this was the “jerking off” that I heard so much about. I guess it was intended to simulate pumping it in and out of a vagina.

He wasn’t at it very long when he sort of barked at me to tell me to move my feet. I was inclined to be angry with me for taking that tone, but when he repeated his request even more urgently, I complied. It’s a good thing I did, too! No sooner than I spread my legs apart when he started squirting this white stuff. I was glad I didn’t get it on my new sneakers; I wanted to be able to wear them to my aunt’s house.

I watched as jet after jet of this creamy white stuff kept squirting out. I figured correctly that this was an ejaculation, and that the white stuff was actually sperm.

Danny

Now that it was done with, I really didn’t feel all that bad, but I had conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I was embarrassed beyond all hell over being naked in front of my sister. I had hoped that the first time I was naked in front of a girl, that she would be naked too. My sister was fully dressed, and this simple fact merely emphasized that she was in charge here.

I felt an even greater embarrassment on behalf of my gender. I wasn’t not exactly a male chauvinist, but I still thought that boys were better than girls, especially girls younger than them. There was also this vague thought that my sister was in the same grade with Stephanie, and in a sense, she was a surrogate Stephanie. I certainly wanted Stephanie to think more of me than my being a masturbator.

On the other hand, embarrassment is a kind of excitement, and like other excitements such as looking at my magazines, it gets my heart pounding and my blood racing. My penis was harder than I ever felt it before, and the ejaculation was more intense than any other I had ever experienced. I had never measured the amount of come I pumped out before, but the puddle on the floor seemed bigger than any other I ever produced. Looking at the side of the tub, I could see how far away and how far up I shot. I know if I were lying on my back, I would have probably shot it over my head!

Of course, I was in a rather excited state before I even started and the anticipation probably also contributed to the event.

Pam

I tried to recompose myself as I looked at the pools of semen between my feet. This was not at all what I expected. My sex ed book mentioned ejaculations, but left a lot to the imagination. I thought the semen just sort of flowed out like pee. Was I ever wrong! Also, since the book we used was written primarily for girls, it talked mostly about our bodies and pregnancy and diseases. Very little attention was given to male anatomy. It has some drawings of a cross section of a penis showing the testicles and shaft and head and the various “tubes” running through the organ, but it was all so clinical. It was enough to get an idea of what a penis looked like so that if we girls ever saw one, we’d know what it was.

I heard the boys had it even worse. All they got to see was a diagram of a woman’s internal organs.

The book never mentioned the pleasurable aspects of sex. I heard some whispered conversations among the older girls, but they left me none the wiser. Mom hinted that boys like to do this. Danny confirmed this himself. Although he said nothing other than a couple of grunts, his face told it all. It looked like he was either in extreme pain or in extreme ecstasy. I had a hard time deciding where I wanted to look; at his penis or at his face.

I sat there, and Danny knelt there in silence for what seemed like minutes. Finally I took a breath and said, “I guess we better get this cleaned up and you dressed before dad comes home.”

Joanne

As I drove away from the house for a second time that day, I wondered if I did the correct thing. Then I thought back on my own training as a young girl. Mom was a member of what I thought was a feminist group. In actuality, they were a lot more than that, but I didn’t find that out until I was 18.

Mostly I remember the many “women’s affairs” we had as girls. Mom would take my sister and me to these meetings where we’d meet up with the daughters of the other women (no boys allowed). and we’d participate in “team building” events where our self-esteem as girls was nurtured. I didn’t notice at the time, but as I recall it now, there was a subtle male-bashing to it, and an even more subtle message of female superiority.

Not that I would knock it. My sister and I and most of the girls who participated in these events came away well prepared to fight for their own rights in a male-dominated world. So, there was a practical and public side to this group. What we girls didn’t know until we turned 18 was the real purpose of the group which was female domination of males by women.

It all happened innocently enough with a visit to a club featuring male strippers. It’s one heck of a way for a girl to celebrate her 18th birthday! Then we were invited to private parties where the males did more than just strip. First it was groping, then having the men masturbate for us, and then having us masturbate them! From there it escalated even more into bondage, whippings and other forms of corporal punishment. Not all of us “graduate girls” took it this far, but my sister and I enjoyed watching and then experimenting with female domination.

The only problem was that I was introduced to the world of female domination as an officially recognized adult. My daughters were only 12 and 10! I had to console myself with the fact that I did not engineer this situation. I merely took advantage of what happened naturally. I had to explain it some way, so I picked one consistent with my upbringing. I decided that as much as possible, I would let the girls find their own way and not impose my ideas on them.

When they turn 18, I’ll re-evaluate the situation.

Amy

Man, was I major pissed when mom left Pam in charge of Danny without letting me stay behind.

“I need company on the long ride,” was her excuse. At least it left me in a position where I could ask her questions about what happened.

“Mom,” I asked, “what was Danny doing in your bedroom.” I could see mom blush at the question.

She sighed and said, “He was playing with himself, dear.”

“What do you mean by playing with himself?”

“He was touching his penis in such a way as to make it feel good.”

“Oh,” I said, and then remained silent for a long time. “Why do boys play with themselves?”

Mom laughed, “Because they can’t get girls to play with them.” There was a slight pause then, “No seriously. They really can’t help themselves. Boys have these urges as they become teenagers. They have to have sex, and if they can’t get it, they go crazy. Good girls don’t have sex with a boy until they are ready for it. Most girls Danny’s age are not ready for it.”

She was quick to add, “And you and Pam aren’t ready for it either!”

She continued, “Anyway, since they can’t have sex with a girl, they have sex with themselves. I can’t explain it any clearer than that.”

“OK, mom. I think I understand. It’s sort of like an itch that they can’t scratch.”

“Exactly!” she replied.

“So where do Pam and I fit in.” I asked.

“You girls have to help me keep Danny in check. He is going to masturbate whether we want him to or not. There is nothing wrong with a boy masturbating. It’s probably a very healthy thing for him to do. The only thing is that some boys get carried away with it and do it to excess. I’m afraid your brother might be one of those boys. So somebody has to supervise him so he doesn’t do it too much. That’s where you and Pam fit in. You will help me supervise his masturbation so he doesn’t overdo it.”

“So do all boys do it? Does daddy masturbate?” I said, trying out the new word.

I could see mom blush but she said, “Yes, dear, he does. But that’s not for us to talk about. Your father is my concern; Danny is yours. Let’s agree to respect each other’s privacy on this matter, OK?”

“OK, mom.” I giggled, although I wondered what daddy would look like doing it. “Do other girls get to watch their brothers masturbate?”

“I don’t know,” mom laughed, “but I imagine there are some.”

“How can you tell?”

“You really can’t,” mom replied, “In fact, we need to keep this a secret just between you and me and Pam for the moment.”

I sat in silence and thought about everything I saw and heard since finding Danny in the bedroom. I amused myself by imagining some of my girlfriends and their brothers doing what mom had Pam and me and Danny doing. I conjured up all kinds of fantasies of girls telling boys what to do: even the teachers in school. I wondered what it would be like if Ms. Spadifino, the principal, made Mr. Jensen, my home room teacher, take his clothes off in front of the class. Us girls would laugh, and the boys would be embarrassed. Somehow that picture made me feel good.

Before I knew it, I was at my aunt’s house.

Danny

I knelt in front of Pam, penis slowly shrinking and semen still dripping from its tip. Now that it was over, I felt the shame. I had just performed the most private act a boy can do while my sister watched. Half of me vowed never to do it again. The other half knew that when I got horny enough, I would, especially since it was much more enjoyable than when I did it myself.

I just breathed heavily for several moments, looking down, unable to make eye contact with Pam. I knew that once I looked at her again, I would not see the kid sister that I knew several hours ago. From now on, she would be a strange woman to me – one with mysterious powers over me.

She finally broke the ice suggesting I clean up my mess and get dressed. I agreed.

When dad got home, he was mildly surprised to find the both of us here when he got home, but Pam explained it away saying that mom thought it was a good idea for both of us to wait for him so nobody had to be alone. It was the truth, but not the whole truth.

We both piled into the car. I have to admit that I am normally a tease with my sisters in the car, however this time it was Pam who was chattering away, and I sat in almost stone silence. Dad even asked me if I was sick. In a sense I was since my stomach would knot up every time I thought of my new relationship with my sisters, but I just said, “No, dad, I’m just tired.”

Joanne

My husband and the rest of my children arrived safely at last at Doris’ house. While waiting for them to arrive, I told my sister what had happened at my house, and what I decided to do about it.

It was a somewhat surreal conversation. Here we were moving about the kitchen preparing things for the following day’s dinner and talking about a very sensitive subject with the same nonchalance as if we were discussing how to make the stuffing.

Doris consoled me, “If you ask me, I think you did the right thing. I don’t think you are rushing this. I think you were presented with a very awkward opportunity, and made the best of it.”

“But they’re so young,” I protested.

“You’re forgetting what we were thinking about at that age,” Doris smiled back.

I had to laugh myself, “Yeah, mom’s group certainly put some thoughts into our heads, didn’t it?”

My sister shot back, “I always knew something was going on with the older girls, but I never really knew what it was until my acceptance ceremony.” She turned to me and said, “Look, your girls were going to find out about female domination sooner or later. It just happened sooner in their case, that’s all.”

“But they’re so young,” I said again.

“That objection has already been brought up and overruled. First of all, your girls are very mature for their age, and besides, the Genii is already out of the bottle. Let them enjoy being girls and all the privileges that come with being girls. I think you can keep it managed, and bring them along as they can handle things.”

“But my own son! It seems so incestuous.”

“Not at all!” Doris responded. “Train your girls and let them handle Danny.”

“So, they are still brother and sisters.”

“And nothing sexual is going on. We are talking about two separate things: dominance and masturbation. If the girls dominated him with absolutely no reference to his penis, would you consider it incest?”

“No.” I had to admit.

“And if Danny masturbated, would that be incest.”

“No.” again.

“So there you have it. What’s the issue?”

I actually had to laugh. “You’re right. I’m making more of this than is actually there.”

I bit my lower lip and proposed what was running in the back of my mind since the conversation began. I figured it would take a turn in this direction, but now that it came down to it, I was afraid to ask. “What about Gwen. I told Amy that we needed to keep this a secret, but it’s going to come out. You know it and I know it. Pam and Gwen are just too close. She’s going to find out.”

“Then we’ll have to let her in on the secret. I think we can pretty much limit it to just our three girls. We’re not going to tell. We’ll order our husbands not to tell. Danny sure isn’t going to tell. All the other cousins are simply too young right now, although that may change over the next couple of years. We can have a talk with Gwen as soon as we finish up here.”

Gwen

I was really excited about my aunt and cousins coming. Pam and I always have so much fun. Amy isn’t too bad either for a little kid. I’m having second thoughts about Danny. He used to be such a pest, but now I think he’s kind of cute. If he weren’t my cousin, I’d have a crush on him. I was hoping maybe to show him off to some of my girlfriends.

I was a little disappointed when Pam didn’t come with Aunt Joanne. When I asked about this, I got some excuse about her keeping Danny company. “Oh well,” I thought, “she’ll be along not too much later.

I also thought it strange that mom threw me out of the kitchen. I always help her prepare for Thanksgiving, and I thought she would like my help. Instead she ushered me out to keep Amy busy. The couple of times I went into the kitchen, she and my aunt would suddenly become quiet. I knew something was up, but it was obvious they were talking “adult stuff” and didn’t want me hearing. I wished they didn’t treat me like a baby. I’m already 12!

Amy and I were well into a board game when my mom asked me if she could speak to me in the kitchen privately. I was a little worried, since the only time she wants to speak to me privately is when I’m in trouble; only this time, I didn’t do anything wrong.

When I got in the kitchen she asked me to sit down at the table with her and Aunt Joanne. I still had no idea what they wanted to talk to me about. We sat in silence for what seemed like a couple of minutes. Finally she started, “Amy, do you remember that talk we had about boys?”

Did I ever! She told me a lot of things about boys and about how they felt, and how a girl had to be careful when she was around boys. She also told me about things that I shouldn’t do around boys to lead them on. I planned to do them anyway, just to tease them. What I told mom was, “Yes.”

“Do you remember the part where I told you about boys having these urges?” At this point she and my aunt exchanged glances and smiled.

“Of course,” I responded.

“I told you also about boys masturbating?”

“Yes mommy.” This conversation was getting me excited.

“And do you remember when you asked me how they did it, and a bunch of other questions about male masturbation and I told you that I would explain it when you got older?”

I nodded and swallowed hard.

“Are you still interested in finding out how a boy does it?”

Again I made with the nod.

Mom then went into a discussion about how Danny got himself in trouble and how Aunt Joanne put Pam and Amy in charge of him, and that they were actually supposed to supervise his masturbation. My mouth was totally dry by the time she finished talking.

I actually managed to stammer out, “So Pam and Amy actually get to see Danny masturbate?”

My aunt answered, “Well, they haven’t seen him do it yet. At least I don’t think Pam hasn’t. She can be a very persuasive girl, and I did give her a couple of hours head start. Maybe Pam and Amy and you can see Danny do it over the weekend. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes!” I shouted. “Mommy, can I?”

Mom smiled back at me, “Of course, you can dear. Just keep it a secret between your cousins, your aunt and me. Nobody else is to find out about this.”

“I swear, mommy. I do”

“Good, call Amy in here. We have to tell her that you know.”

Pam

The ride with dad seemed so long. I couldn’t wait to get to my aunt’s house. My cousin and I always have so much fun together. I couldn’t wait to tell her about my new role. From time to time I looked back at Danny in the back seat. He was sweating even though it was rather cool in the car.

Every time I thought back about his kneeling in front of me doing what for him must have been a very intimate, but humiliating act, I got a tingling down in my crotch. I think some of it was because of seeing his penis, but I’ve seen penises before, and they never did this to me. I think the act itself, the kneeling, doing it because I told him to do it, was what really got me excited.

As soon as I got to my aunt’s house, I ran to find Gwen. Mom intercepted me and informed me about the conversation she had with Gwen. I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to tell. I was hoping to let some of my girlfriends in on this back home, but I guess I’d better keep that under wraps for a while. It will be enough to share with Gwen and Amy.

What I said to mom was, “You mean you’re going to let me do Danny here?”

“Of course, if he’s going to make his quota, he’s going to have to do it at least once a day. He’s already behind.”

I blushed and mom noticed it and said, “He IS behind, isn’t he?”

I began to stammer, but mom filled in for me again, “It’s OK dear. I think it’s great. You should be taking control on this matter. You don’t need my permission for every jerk off you order your brother to do.”

“You mean it, mom?”

“I do. You’re in control. You and your sister, that is. You can do anything you want with Danny. Within reason, that is. Don’t hurt him. He’s still your brother. I wouldn’t make him strip at school or anything that will get us in trouble, but inside the house, he’s yours to do with as you wish. Just make sure you observe his masturbation schedule.”

“OK, mom. When can we do it here? I mean dad and Uncle Frank are around?” I automatically assumed that Aunt Doris was in on this.

“Those boys will be watching football all weekend. As long as we keep sending beer and junk food down to the den, they will never emerge. Besides, if either of them find out, Doris and I will handle it. They won’t want to find out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean you’re not the only girls who are in control over a boy.”

“You mean you and dad? … and Aunt Doris and Uncle Frank?”

“Exactly, but as I told your sister, we are going to respect each other’s privacy in these matters. You don’t ask me questions about your father, and I won’t ask you questions about Danny. Your aunt and I might do a couple of things to get you started, but you girls are in charge. If you want to ask for advice, I’ll give it to you. Otherwise I’ll stay out of your affairs. Deal?”

“Deal!” I felt so much like an adult. Never before had mom given me such responsibility and free reign.

Amy

I couldn’t believe it when Pam told me that the three of us girls were going to be able to “do Danny” that very weekend. She explained that mom said we’d be too busy on Thanksgiving Day to do it, but that Aunt Doris had something worked out for the following day.

Gwen and I couldn’t close our eyes that night until Pam told us the whole story. She gave us every detail down to his last stoke and squirt. It took her longer to tell than it probably took her to do it. Gwen and I kept asking her questions about it. I was trying to imagine what it would be like to have a naked boy kneeling between my knees. Even though I knew we couldn’t do anything about it right now, I was excited and found it difficult to sleep.

All through the next day, whenever Gwen, Pam or I crossed each others’ path, we exchanged a knowing look. Sometimes we’d even giggle. My dad and uncle even noticed and asked us what was going on. Mom told them, “Mind your own business. This is ‘girl stuff.’ Let them have their secrets.” Every time Pam looked at Danny, I could see him blush. I noticed that he really couldn’t look any of us girls in the eye.

Doris

As the host, I had to make all the arrangements. I made the arrangements for the dinner, and I made the sleeping arrangements, and I now had the responsibility of arranging whatever one would call what we planned to do with Danny.

“How far are you willing to take this,” I asked my sister.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do we just want Danny to jerk off for us, or do you want to provide a little more training for the girls?”

“Well,” Joanne said slowly, “I think we should take advantage of every opportunity we have. After all, it will be a while until we are all together again.”

“OK, then let’s work out a ‘lesson plan.’ I have an idea about what we could use for a schoolhouse.”

I filled my sister in on what I thought we should have the girls do, and she agreed. She said, “Oh, they will just love that. I think it’s exactly what they need now.”

Pam

I was kind of disappointed when my aunt revealed her plans to the world to take us all shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I thought that was our day to “do Danny.” My disappointment was soon turned around as she took me aside and explained that on the way back from shopping we would get down to business. I simply accepted what she said without further question.

Danny clearly had no interest coming with us girls. Mom whispered to me, “Explain it to him.” I got what she meant. I gave him such a glare that he stopped complaining immediately.

My dad and my uncle tried to come to his defense, “Let the boy stay here. He can watch football with us. Let him do ‘men’ things and not ‘girl’ things. I am sure he’d rather watch football than shop. Right, Danny?”

My brother was so defeated by this time that he just remained silent.

Mom put an end to this conversation. “Danny is coming with us, and that’s final.” Aunt Doris glared at my uncle. Neither my uncle nor my father said another word on the topic. Now that mom let me in a little bit on her secret, I was beginning to see things in a new light.

Mom softened the blow a little, “Besides, it’s the only opportunity he’ll have to do Christmas shopping. You guys can drive. He can’t. Do you want to take him to the mall?”

“No ma’am,” my dad answered emphatically.

Danny

I didn’t like the idea of being dragged to the mall. It’s the worst day of the year for shopping. There are millions of people, and all of them want to go to the mall on this same day. Well, it wasn’t all that bad. There were also millions of teenage girls, and they all show up at the mall too. At least a mall is a good place to girl watch.

When we got there, I had very little opportunity to “hang out” and girl watch. I wanted to go off to the arcade, but mom would have none of it. She told me that I was to “stay with Pam or Amy or Gwen at all times.” I was being treated like a 6-year-old. She even made Amy follow me to the men’s room and wait outside for me.

Nor was following them around in the store any better. How many shoe stores does a mall need? We went from one woman’s store to another. Clothes, clothes, and more clothes – is that all women ever think of? Don’t they ever stop by an electronics shop?

The ordeal was finally over, and my aunt bustled us all up in her van for the trip home. The problem was that we drove right by her house and continued a couple of blocks to a strange house.

Amy

I really enjoyed my trip to the mall even if I had to baby sit my brother. It was a pain to make sure he was with me when it was my turn to watch him. I even had to hold his hand on a couple of occasions to make sure he didn’t get distracted and “wonder off” while we were looking at clothes. At least Pam and Gwen took their turns too.

We didn’t go back to my aunt’s house after shopping. Instead we went to one of her neighbors. My aunt explained. “This is Marsha’s house. She’s a co-worker and she’s on vacation. I’m house watching for her, and I need to come in once a day, water the plants, make sure the cat has food and water, and clean the kitty litter at the end of the week.”

As we piled out of the car and approached the house, she continued. “Marsha is also a member of the same group mom and we used to belong to.” Although that statement conveyed something to mom, it meant nothing to me.

We got into the house, and I helped my aunt with her chores. We were done in no time flat, and she led us all down into the basement. The basement was divided into a playroom and a back room. The back room was obviously a work area.

Whoever owned this house had it well organized. There were floor to ceiling cabinets along one wall with some tools and other things hanging off the doors. My aunt opened one of these cabinets and I found that it was several inches deep and there were shelves on the inside door and along the wall. These shelves contained all kinds of tools, jars of screws and other things. What an ingenious use of space! When I think how cluttered our basement was.

My aunt reached up on the top shelf and got a key off a small hook. She used this key to unlock then next cabinet over. This cabinet was built a lot like the other one, but contained some things a lot more interesting than screws and nails.

The back wall had this big “X” made out of wood, and there were eye bolts at the end of the “X”, with some kind of fasteners. On the inside of the door were hanging all kinds of things mostly ropes and chains and stuff like that, and even a whip! There was also a lot of other stuff there, and I had no idea what it was, and a lot of things were hidden in bags or boxes.

My mom chimed in, “That’s fantastic! I could use one of these at home!” Then she got all red. She forgot us girls were there. Pam came to her rescue, “It’s OK, mom. We sort of know by now, and we’ll just look the other way.”

My aunt changed the conversation rapidly, “Marsha calls this her Dungeon-in-a-box. She has a lot of visitors. Some of them are prudes, others are more enlightened … like us.”

Danny

I didn’t like being dragged all over the mall, and I certainly didn’t like being kept out with the girls longer than I had to. Dragging me to someone else’s house wasn’t my idea of fun either. But that wasn’t the worst of it. We got into this woman’s basement, and she had some sort of torture chamber set up down there. I had a feeling that we were all there for the same purpose, and that I wasn’t going to like my part of the purpose.

“Oh wow!” I heard Amy exclaim, “Look at the whips. Does this lady beat people with them?”

Pam tried to hush her up, but my aunt intervened. “Yes, Amy, she does. Some men like that kind of thing. But that’s not what we are here for now.” “Danny,” she said turning to me, “get that saw horse and put it over here.”

Turning to my sisters, she directed them to get some items out of the cabinet.

My aunt nodded at my mom and there seemed to be a message conveyed there. My mom had no problem translating it and said, “Pam, why don’t you have Danny get undressed for us.” My balls felt like they were in my throat, and my Adam’s apple was in my stomach.

Pam

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to Marsha’s basement (or was that Marsha’s dungeon – it did have sort of an eerie feel to it.)

I was even more floored when my little sister asked if we could whip Danny. I never would have thought of that! So by the time mom asked me to make Danny get undressed for us, it seemed like a very natural request.

Having at least one session with Danny gave me the confidence I needed, “Danny, take off your clothes. All of them. Now!” I ordered. Danny did not even hesitate, and soon was totally naked before us and not even trying to hide anything. Gwen blushed, and Amy said, “See I told you he was big.”

My aunt came over and offered her help, “Come, let me show you what to do.” We threw a pad over the saw horse and had Danny lay over it. Then we secured each of his wrists and ankles to the eyebolts on the legs using clips. He looked so helpless there.

Amy was still turned on by the whips, but my aunt was adamant that we don’t use them until we knew what we were doing. She did let us play with them on a pillow. Every time one of us girls landed a good belt on the pillow, I could see Danny flinch.

What we were allowed to play with was a leather strap. My aunt demonstrated it on the pillow and invited me to try it. Once I got good at it, she had Gwen and Amy try it in their turn.

Handing the strap back to me, she said, “OK now use it on Danny.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was going to actually strap my brother.

I took a series of swings and left some marks on his ass, when my aunt called out, “OK, it’s Gwen’s turn now.”

Gwen

I don’t know what was going through the other girls’ minds but I was getting very excited. My panties were soaked through! I watched as my cousin strapped Danny. She seemed so confident doing it. Although she had never held a strap in her hand until minutes ago, she was pelting at him like she was doing it all her life.

I watched with amazement as the very white butt of my cousin was being painted pink by Pam’s blows.

Then it was my turn! I was shaking so much, I was sure I couldn’t hit him very hard. But that wasn’t the point anyway. I really liked Danny and I didn’t want to hurt him, but boy did it feel good to be in control of him.

After me came little Amy. It was funny to watch her spank her older brother. It just underscored the whole thing. We girls ruled the boy. It didn’t matter that he was older than us. We were in charge simply because we were girls!

Danny

I was very apprehensive about the strapping I was about to receive. At least I was spared the whip, although I had my doubts for a while.

None of the girls really hit that hard. Sure it hurt, but the greater hurt was to my pride. Here I am a teenager, having a bunch of little girls spanking me. It wasn’t fair.

My butt was all tingly and hot by the time I heard my aunt announce, “That’s enough girls. We have other things to do, and it’s getting late. Untie him and we’ll put him on the cross.”

I didn’t resist. Soon I was spread eagle facing my female audience on the “X” contraption.

My aunt was full of ideas. “Let’s make this a contest,” she said. “Let me show you how to stoke him and then each of you girls will have 60 seconds each to jerk him off. We’ll keep rotating until he comes. But first, put on these latex gloves so you won’t get your hands dirty.”

My aunt handled my penis to the minimum extent possible. She showed the girls how to grasp the shaft and pull the skin over the head and let it pop back. She looked closely as my sisters and my cousins tried it. Once she was satisfied, she let them go at it themselves.

“OK, here is the ‘batting order:’ Pam, Gwen and Amy.”

“That’s not fair,” my youngest sister objected,”I’m always last.”

Mom was soon to explain, “In this game it doesn’t matter. In fact, going last means that you are most likely to win.” Amy seemed to accept that logic.

“OK, girls,” my aunt announced, “He’s all yours. We’ll just stand back here and time you.”

Pam was first and it felt funny having someone else playing with my penis. That added an element of excitement to the affair, but to be quite honest, Pam didn’t know what she was doing. Neither did Gwen nor Amy. So we went several rounds before any of them even got me close.

Surprisingly little Amy was the best mastrubatrix of the group. The older girls seemed to be concerned about hurting my organ and were too gentle in their manipulation. Amy was a little on the rough side, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

Amy

Mom and my aunt tied Danny to the X thing and showed us how to “jerk him off” as she called it. I thought it was a good term. It certainly looked like she was trying to jerk his thing off. I was disappointed at getting picked last to play. Just because I’m the youngest, I’m always last.

It wasn’t so bad once we got playing. I was surprised by how my brother’s penis felt. I’ve seen it soft and squishy and now it was big and hard, but still soft in a way. And the stuff that came out of it was both slippery and sticky all at the same time.

Anyway, it fit nice in my hand and I liked the way the knob felt as it passed over my palm.

Pam and Gwen and I took turns playing with Danny as my aunt kept time. I felt so disappointed each time it was my turn and she said, “time’s up.”

I don’t know what turn I was on and nothing was happening, so I thought I’d try something else. I got his penis between my palms and rubbed them like I was trying to make a snake using clay. All of a sudden, Danny got stiff all over and his penis really got hard. Then his come came out. It felt so hot! I tired to keep rubbing but it got so slippery it was hard to do.

Danny

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. I was naked in front of my mom, my aunt, my cousin and my two sisters. I could accept my mom and my aunt. They are adults, but the girls were younger than me.

Not only that, but they were touching me and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. They were using my penis, the very thing that makes me a boy, and using it as just a toy in a game.

Once Amy started rubbing me with her palms, I knew I was going to lose it. I knew I was going to come, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at her pleadingly, begging her with my eyes to continue. I wanted her to force me to do something I didn’t want to do.

She could control my body. She was a girl. Girls can cause boys to have erections, and girls can make boys come. And she was only 10.

I delivered for her.

Pam

My mom announced, “We have a winner. Little Amy wins the round!”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I said when I saw what my sister was doing. “She cheated. She’s didn’t rub it the way you showed us.”

My aunt said, “You’re just jealous that you didn’t think of it first. In fact, I’ve never done it that way either, have you sis?”

My mom turned to my aunt, “No, I haven’t. This might be something to tell the group about.” Turning to me, she said, “Look at it this way, your sister just taught us girls something new. You can try it the next time you do him. You’ll have plenty of chances with him.”

Mom was right. Mom went on to explain how boys have to recharge between ejaculations and how successive comes in the same day diminish the amount of semen. Nonetheless, Gwen, and then I had our turn with Danny. Three masturbations in such a short time was a little excessive, but as mom explained, “This is a special occasion and besides he has some catching up to do to make his quota.”