Storiesonline.net ------- Packing Clarissa's Genes by Lubrican Copyright© 2009 by Lubrican ------- Description: When Bob brought some prototype marketing samples of his company's new miracle menopause drug home, he had no idea his niece would find them and think they were just candy. He also had no idea how they would affect her. Oh ... and his nephew got into them too. That's when things just got crazy. Codes: MF mf cons reluc het inc 1st oral pett preg ------- ------- Author's Comment: The idea for this story came from one of my well loved readers who goes by the name Drunken Dwarf. My thanks to him. This is the second story idea he suggested, and which actually got written, so he's on a roll. This story is written in two versions, one long and one short. This is the long one. I actually started this version intending it to be a short stroke story, but, as has happened so often in my recent writing, it got longer and longer until it just wasn't a short stroke story any more. At least I don't think so. So, after this one was done, I went back and tried again, using the same general plot idea. The result is about a third the length of this one. The short one is titled "Clarissa's Genes Get Packed." The two versions were the result of reader input where some people said they liked short stroke stories and other people liked longer ones, with more character development and a slower pace. You, the reader, are the judge. Take a look at them both and see which one you like better ... assuming you like either one of them (grin). And please, let me know what you think. Bob The long story will be posted first, and then the short one. The short one will be named "Clarissa's Genes Get Packed". You, the reader, are the judge. Once they're both posted, take a look at them both and see which one you like better ... assuming you like either one of them (grin). And please, let me know what you think. Bob ------- Chapter 1 Bob Davidson entered the conference room of Davidson Genetics. The company was one of a thousand little known research and development startups that resulted from the relaxing of strictures on the study and manipulation of stem cells. As things turned out, it wouldn't remain little known for much longer. At least not much longer in a historical context. The first hint of that was about to be delivered to the board members and major investors of the company. "Thank you for being here. I'm not going to beat around the bush or waste your time. I'm just going to give you very good news about RD684." He pushed a button that dimmed the lights. Another button turned on a large flat screen LCD unit mounted on the wall. He gestured at the screen that now provided most of the light in the room. "As you can see by the chart, the results of the clinical trials are good. In fact, they're so good that we're a little worried about it. You know the old saying - if it looks too good to be true, it probably IS too good to be true." A voice spoke out in the dark. "So you think the results are skewed somehow?" "We can't find any problems," said Bob. "Believe me, we've looked and looked. The fact is that RD684 is producing results that are nothing short of astonishing. The doctors participating in the study are elated, and whether you know it or not, a good physician is pretty difficult to get excited. The women are reporting they never felt better and every symptom ... I repeat EVERY symptom is being remediated after a treatment period of only three to four weeks." "This is the menopause thing, right?" came the voice of a man Bob knew was an investor, but who usually had no frequent contact with the company. "That's right," said Bob. "This project addresses the hormonal changes in a woman who has entered menopause, and the symptoms such women suffer. RD684 appears to counter the body's loss of hormones through the natural aging process. The symptoms just flat disappear. It's really quite astonishing." "Side effects?" same a deep voice. "None that we've been able to identify," said Bob. "The women are happy and the doctors are too." "What's the delivery method?" asked another voice. "We started with injections, because the taste of the drug was awful. One of our junior people came up with the idea to counter the taste with something sweet. We have one group still getting the shots, and another group that is taking it in what amounts to a piece of taffy each day." "Taffy? You mean like candy?" The voice sounded incredulous. Bob nodded. "One of the marketing people did a preliminary packaging design. I meant to have them here for this meeting, but I left them at home," he said. His assistant stepped up to him and whispered in his ear. Bob nodded and the man hurried out. "Why candy?" asked one man. Bob explained. "We tried putting it in a pill, but the results were not acceptable. Even when it's in the stomach if there's any reflux action the taste comes up, and it tastes awful. We think it's the corn syrup in the candy that deals with the taste, but haven't proven that yet. It's possible it could be put in chocolate too." "Are you telling us that we have a product that tastes like candy, and solves the symptoms women complain about during menopause?" "I DID say it sounds a little too good to be true," Bob said, smiling in the darkness. "How does it work?" asked another voice, this one female. "Isn't this just another hormone replacement therapy?" "Not at all," said Bob. "RD684 stimulates the body's normal production of stem cells," said Bob. "At the same time it encourages the naturally produced stem cells in the body to migrate to and replenish the lost function of the organs that produce the needed hormones." He brought the lights back up and looked at the stunned faces before him. "RD684 doesn't replace hormones. It encourages a woman's body to make new ones. And the brain then regulates that process. She gets what she needs, in this case estrogen and ... as far as we can tell ... nothing else." Bob's assistant returned and handed him a small, flat square. "We were able to locate a sample of the preliminary packaging concept that was undergoing some heat testing." He held up the object, which was wrapped in pink waxy paper. He handed it to the board member nearest him. "Looks like that candy my kids love," said the board member holding the square by opposite corners. He handed it to the woman sitting next to him. "Starburst," she said. "It looks like a Starburst candy." She peered at the wrapper. "Cute!" she snorted. "What?" asked the man next to her. She pointed to white printing on the wrapper, a circle with a cross extending from the bottom. "They put the symbol for female on it," said the woman. There were chuckles around the room and the candy was passed along so all could examine it. "This is FANTASTIC!" yelped a man Bob knew had provided more than half of the money for the research. "Have these gone to focus groups yet?" Bob also knew he was chafing to see some return on his investment. He held up a hand. "It is fantastic," he said carefully. "But the trials aren't over yet, so let's not get ahead of ourselves. We need restraint and patience. There are three more months in the trials. Then the FDA will take a look at it. If all goes well ... well ... a year from now then we can think about marketing, and about making you all very rich people." He was greeted with multiple groans from the assembled group. ------- Fifteen miles from Davidson Genetics, Clarissa Davidson entered a modest three bedroom house that was home. She'd never thought of it as anything but home, but it wasn't her original one. She and her little brother, Matt, had come to this house when they were six and five, respectively. They couldn't remember that and, to her dismay, it was getting harder and harder to remember the people who held the names "mom" and "dad" in her memory. Uncle Bob had been her "parent" for almost as long as she could remember, after her parents were killed in a car crash. She entered the house as she had hundreds of times before, tossing her book bag on the couch and turning for the kitchen to make herself a snack. An observer might have thought she looked like she was floating as she moved. That observer might, under the right lighting conditions, have thought she was a ghost too. That was because she was very tall, very thin, and very pale. Everything about her was pale, from her limp dull blond hair, to her almost sallow complexion. She was thin to the point that people thought she was underfed, which wasn't true at all. She ate like Matt, who ate like a horse. Had Matt been there, the observer could easily have imagined that a PAIR of ghosts was floating from room to room, perhaps some pair of star-crossed lovers who had died in some horrible way while they were in love. Matt's form was strikingly similar to hers, except that is hair was a dull brown, instead of blond. It was their physical appearance, in fact, that helped them retain the memory of their parents. They had inherited most of their physical characteristics from those parents. When she looked in the mirror, Clarissa saw her mother, and when she looked at Matt, she saw her father ... sometimes, at least. It sounds as if she might have appeared sad, but that was not the case. While she looked thin and wan, Clarissa was mostly a happy teenager, going through life much like her friends. She didn't consider herself to be deprived, or anything like that. Which is not to say she was completely happy with things. She knew she was a beanpole and that was an unhappy thing, sometimes. At home there was no problem. Uncle Bob was both fun and satisfying to be around. He was a very smart man and he recognized and appreciated intelligence in those around him. Recognizing and appreciating it in his fosterlings was no exception. She wasn't surprised that Matt wasn't home yet. The robotics club was meeting after school today and he was a founding member. She grabbed a stick of string cheese, stuffed a more than mouth-sized piece of chocolate cake in her mouth, and went off to participate in one of her favorite hobbies - snooping on her brother. Not that she thought there would be anything really interesting to find. She and Matt, having undergone terrible trauma together, had grown up with a relationship that was much better than many siblings have. There was no competition between them for much of anything at home. Uncle Bob loved them both and provided for them both. He had enough money that they didn't want for anything, though there were times he said "No," when they pestered him to buy this or that thing. There was some minor competition between them when it came to using brain power, but that was friendly competition. Still, sometimes Matt surprised her, like when she had found a Playboy magazine under his mattress. That had been a year ago and it had astonished her. Not that she didn't know boys were interested in naked women. But this was Matt! He wasn't like other boys! She'd kept track of that magazine, carefully peeking to see if it stayed in one position, or if there were signs it was being removed and replaced. Those signs were obvious and that led her to think about what that meant. Obviously, Matt was looking at the magazine each night. She was pretty sure what that meant too, and THAT made her wonder about Uncle Bob. He was a man too. But he didn't go on dates, and he was usually home most nights. As far as Clarissa could tell, there were no women in his life. That's when she started snooping in HIS room too, looking under his mattress, and in his closets, and even in the chest of drawers in his room. It was puzzling, because she never found anything that suggested he had a sexual life and yet ... she was sure he must. All adults did ... didn't then? The magazine under Matt's bed disappeared one day. Just like that, it was gone. No new one appeared. She didn't say anything to Matt, of course. They were close, and she was pretty sure he'd tell her the truth if she actually asked him, but she was also sure he'd be mad that she'd snooped, and she didn't want that. If they knew she snooped, they'd stop her. And snooping was about the only fun she had any more. Nobody asked a beanpole out on dates. She didn't even own a bra, because her chest was only thirty-two inches around. She didn't have breasts, in her own opinion. She had swells of flesh, with darkened tips that had a slightly different texture, but that was about it. Her hips were also underdeveloped. Hip huggers, on Clarissa, simply slid down her thighs, unless she cinched them on with a belt. Today she did the normal snooping in Matt's room. She was mildly miffed when nothing of interest was found. Returning to the dining room she debated whether to get some of her homework out of the way, or start supper. As she glanced at the dining room table her gaze happened to fall on four plain gray cardboard boxes, sitting on one corner. She picked up one box and opened it to find neatly arranged rows of squares, wrapped in pink waxy paper. Like the people in the board room, miles away, she thought of Starburst candy immediately. But it didn't have the Starburst wrapper. There was an image on each one. She also recognized the symbol for woman. Picking one up, she examined it. Sniffing it also suggested it was candy of some kind. She opened the other boxes. All contained the same thing, except they were wrapped in different colors of paper: yellow; lavender and pale green. Clarissa was a smart girl. But even smart girls can have a lapse of judgment now and then. She didn't think about the fact that her uncle was in the genetics business, or that these apparent candies might have something to do with his work. She couldn't know that he'd brought them home in his briefcase to examine them, and had forgotten to take them back to work. When her stomach growled, she simply picked a pink candy, thinking it might be cherry flavored, unwrapped it ... and popped it in her mouth. It tasted like candy, though there was no cherry flavor to it. She tried a lavender one next and, as far as she could tell, it tasted exactly the same. Trying a yellow one convinced her that they were all the same. Still, they were tasty. That reminded her that she'd better get supper started. It was her chore this week, and while she didn't mind doing it, she didn't want to get her stint extended by slacking off. With a sigh of resignation, she went back to the kitchen to get things ready for what she knew would be two hungry men, when they got home. Twenty minutes later she went to set the table. She picked up the boxes of candy. They didn't belong there. She took them back to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard on the snack shelf, next to a bag of cookies and a bag of potato chips. She tried a green one, but it tasted the same. Then she started setting the table. ------- Bob's mind always ran a mile a minute, and the drive home that night made no difference. He managed to think about the day and the traffic around him at the same time, which was fortunate. He was thinking about how, in the R&D business, you were lucky if five percent of your projects actually worked out. If you were VERY lucky, a project like RD684 came along. Davidson Genetics had several good ideas in the works, but none of them looked as promising as RD684. He knew he was lucky that his team had developed it. Now all he had to do was make sure it really WAS as good as it looked. That was going to take all the leadership skills he possessed, if only to slow things down when others wanted to rush ahead. As he got out of the car a body on a skateboard sailed past him and fingers plucked at the collar of his shirt. He jumped and heard the receding laughter of his nephew. "GOTCHA!" yelled Matt over his shoulder. Then he did some kind of minor magic, jumping off the board and kicking it somehow, to make it spring up into the air where the boy caught it effortlessly and tucked it under his arm. "And you think driving like that is going to get you behind the wheel of the car anytime in the next decade?" Bob shot back. "Awww, come on, Uncle Bob!" complained the teen. "I can get my learner's permit in six months. And you already PROMISED me you'd teach me to drive." "Why do I pay my taxes and then watch them suspend Driver's Ed?" Bob did some complaining of his own. "The only reason I pay my taxes at all is so I won't have to get in the car with a rookie teenage driver!" "Rissa didn't kill you when you taught her to drive," said Matt, grinning. "No, but I had to go on four medications to control my blood pressure," snorted Bob. "Does she know that?" asked the boy, grinning even wider. "No, and if you ever hope to feel the wheel of my car in your hands, she'd better not find out I said that," warned the boy's uncle. "I promise," said Matt, looking suddenly grave. "And we both know you always taught us to honor our promises." He grinned again. "Which is why, six months from now, I know you'll honor yours!" "I thought I told you to wear pads and a helmet when you ride that thing," said Bob, changing the subject. "I only weigh a hundred and five pounds," said Matt. "I could probably jump off the roof, land flat on my back, and not dent the grass." "Wear the protection!" snapped Bob. "Got it," said Matt, who turned and loped into the house. Bob was pretty sure the next time he saw Matt on the skateboard ... he'd still be pad-less and helmet-less. He sighed and went in the house to be a leader of a different kind. ------- "So how was the day of my two favorite geeks?" asked Bob. The meatloaf was delicious. It always was when Clarissa made it. "Normal," said Clarissa. "Me too," said Matt. Both were eating like they always did. It astonished Bob how much they could consume and still stay rail thin. If he ate like they did, he'd weigh four hundred pounds in no time. He thought back to growing up with Danny, his brother. Danny had eaten the same way and had the same physique. He'd married a marathon runner named Judy, who also didn't have a spare ounce on her trim, athletic body. He probed. Kids never told you anything unless you dragged it out of them, and Clarissa and Matt were no different. He found out about the mobility experiments the robotics club was working on from Matt. Clarissa mentioned Prom was coming up. "You going?" asked Bob. "Yeah, right," she snorted. Her snort made Prom sound like it was the lamest thing on earth. "What's wrong with Prom?" he asked. "Historically," said Clarissa, going into her lecture voice, "over the past several decades it has, for some strange reason, become required that you attend such cultural mating rituals with a member of the opposite sex." She grimaced. "Unless you're gay, or bi or whatever. A lot of those subcultures just hang around in herds." "So, get a date," said Bob. "Yeah, right," she snorted again. This was old news. Clarissa didn't date. Bob had urged her to do so a number of times. They'd been over the reasons she didn't many times, primarily that she knew she wasn't attractive, and that no boy was going to be interested in what she called "a titless wonder." He'd yelled at her, the first time she'd used the term. "First off, they aren't tits. They're breasts. And it doesn't matter how big or small they are. They all serve the same intended purpose. women with small breasts can feed a baby just as well as women with big ones." "I don't have ANY breasts!" she'd complained. "And we're not talking about feeding babies. Boys like breasts, and they don't go for girls who don't have them!" "Secondly," Bob had said, ignoring her complaint. "I think you're beautiful." "Awww," she'd returned, with a substantial lack of genuine emotion in her voice. "Are you asking me for a date?" "Of course not," he'd said, flustered. "Neither is anybody else!" she'd snapped. They'd had the same conversation more than once since then, and he had never won the argument. This time Bob took a new tack. "You know, these days, it's perfectly acceptable for the girl to ask the boy out," he pointed out. Clarissa put her fork down and stared at Bob. "Want to know what Brad Peterson said to me today?" Brad Peterson was the star fullback on the football team. Bob was pretty sure that whatever he'd said wasn't going to advance his argument that she could ask a boy out. She didn't wait for him to answer her question. "He said I was a pirate's dream!" She grinned widely, and then the grin vanished like smoke in the wind, "because I have a sunken chest." Bob almost groaned. That one was so old that HE even remembered using it on some poor, unfortunate girl, back when he was in grade school. "Do you really think I want to ask boys out who tell such lame and cruel jokes like that? I'd rather spend the evening learning to do self acupuncture." "Not all boys are like that," said Bob. "Yeah ... right." Clarissa would have been astonished at what was taking place inside her body as she spoke of a cruel joke said by a thoughtless young man. She had taken a quadruple dose of RD684, and it was already at work in her young body. The way RD684 worked was to take what the body already produced - stem cells - and encourage them to become involved in producing what the body lacked ... and needed. It was what stem cells already did, really, but the RD684 simply aimed them in a particular direction by making certain parts of the body claim more share in what wealth there was. In Clarissa's case, like that of the cases in the menopausal women in the clinical trials, what she lacked was estrogen. Estrogen is produced in the ovaries, adrenal glands and fatty tissues. Clarissa's body produced enough to enable her to menstruate, but just barely. Though she didn't know it, it was the underdevelopment of her adrenal glands that was responsible for the fact that her secondary female characteristics - breasts, hips and some other features - had stunted in their development. While she sat and complained that she had no breasts, the RD684 in her system was practically overwhelming her adrenal glands and ovaries with stem cells that were driven by nature, and the drug, to help her organs become more healthy. And, if that continued to happen, those organs would then start producing more estrogen. Over the next month and a half, as Clarissa opened the snack cabinet, and saw the candy, her reaction was quite normal. Sometimes she took only one. Sometimes she ate several. It was fortunate that there were other snacks in the cabinet too, or she might have taken a handful. And, as for Bob, he had other things on his mind and just plain forgot about the boxes of "prototype delivery devices" he'd brought home. By the time he remembered them ... well ... it was just too late. ------- Chapter 2 The first thing Clarissa noticed about the changes in her body was when she got out of the shower one day and was drying off. It was about two weeks after her first four doses of what she didn't know was RD684, and she'd had twenty more doses since then. As she ran the towel across her chest she felt distinct tingles of pleasure. She was thinking about something else at the time, but the feeling caught her attention and she looked down at her flat chest only to find that ... it wasn't flat any more. She stared at the modest swells, and then looked in the mirror to see if they were still there. They were. Not only that, they had defined nipples on them now. Unbelieving, she pushed at the humps. They moved and then settled back into position, firm and hard. She stared and then rose to her toes, jumping several times, just far enough to get her toes off the floor. Her breasts jiggled and shook, and her jaw dropped. The next thing she noticed was a week later, when she was running laps during PE and realized things were shaking around inside her shirt. She'd never worn a bra in her life, with the possible exception of the one that went with her bikini. Now, as she looked down at her chest, it looked like there were kittens or something under there, trying to get out. She was almost embarrassed at the feel of her now sensitive nipples scraping back and forth against the fabric, and how much energy that seemed to create inside her. She almost took an extra lap, but she needed to get to her next class. Then, when she was getting dressed in the locker room, she had to actually tug to get her jeans up around her waist. She looked down to see that the normally loose fit was gone. The cloth was tight against the sides of her hips. Again, she was astonished. She turned and looked in the mirror. She had a butt! She examined herself in the mirror that night. It was obvious her breasts were growing. They had doubled in size just since she'd first noticed she had any at all. Then one day, at school, Tommy Jenkins said "Hey, Clarissa" and smiled at her as they passed each other in the hallway. She almost ran into a locker turning to see if he'd really spoken to her or not, and saw him looking back over his shoulder at her ... SMILING! Tommy Jenkins had never said a WORD to her before, and they'd been in the same class for years! She thought about Tommy at home that night, as she sat, ignoring her homework on the table in front of her. Finally she leaned forward to begin writing in her workbook and ... her breasts pressed into the table. It was too much. She got up and went to the bathroom. She was wearing one of Uncle Bob's old checkered shirts that she'd stolen from him years ago. It was soft and light and served as a kind of nightgown when she first took it. She looked in the mirror and goggled as she saw that, between two buttons, the material was stretched open enough that she could see skin through the gap. She turned sideways. Her breasts now pushed the shirt out ... significantly! It almost scared her, and when she heard Matt come crashing into the house she went to get him immediately. She found him coming from the kitchen, where he'd made himself a peanut butter sandwich. "Matt!" she said. He looked over his shoulder. "Do I look different?" she asked, her voice tense. "Different how?" he asked. She blushed. She wasn't about to ask her little brother if she had tits or not. "Just different," she insisted. "Do I look different than usual?" Matt knew his sister well, and he heard something in her voice that sounded a little like fear. He took a bite of his sandwich and turned around to look at her. "I don't know," he said with his mouth full. "You do something to your hair?" "My hair!?" That was obviously not the answer she was looking for. Even Matt could tell. But the fact was that her hair DID look different. "Yeah," he said, taking a step closer. "It's kind of golden now, and it looks shiny. Did you dye it?" "NO I DIDN'T DYE IT!" she yipped. "Well don't yell at me!" he complained. "I'm just telling you what I see!" Frustrated, she turned sideways to him. "Look lower!" she snapped. She watched his eyes drop past her chest and then jerk back up. She watched them widen as he saw the objects of her concern. Then she saw his face get red and his eyes jerk back up to her face. "What?" he asked weakly. "Don't even try it," she said. "You saw them." "Them?" His eyes were everywhere except on her face now. "My BREASTS!" she shouted. "You looked right at them!" "You TOLD me to!" he yelped. She realized, at that instant, that he was embarrassed. That seemed completely foreign to her. They'd seen each other naked all their lives. They'd both swum topless in the pool in the back yard until both were twelve and then the only reason she'd put a top on was because Uncle Bob had made her. And, in the same instant she realized he was embarrassed, she felt the thrill, for the first time in her life, of a male looking at her as a female ... and not just plain old Clarissa. "I'm not mad at you," she said softly. His eyes fluttered back to her face, and then down again and then back up. "They've grown," she said. "You can say that again," he said softly. "When? I can't believe I didn't notice them before this!" "It's like they're growing every day or something," she said, exasperatedly. "It started a month ago and I SWEAR they get bigger each day! I'm scared, Matt!" He looked at her like she was crazy. "Scared? Why in the world would you be scared?" "Where did they come from?" she wailed. For the first time he looked more comfortable. "For somebody with an IQ of a hundred and forty you sure can be dumb sometimes," he said, grinning. "You're a girl, dummy." "Girls tits don't grow two inches a week!" moaned Clarissa. "They're not tits," said Matt, looking down his nose at her. "As you WELL know, they're breasts!" "And look at my butt!" whined Clarissa, turning around. She stuck her bottom out, still encased in jeans that were now skin tight. "Don't mind if I do," sighed Matt, no longer afraid he was going to get hit for staring at the parts of a girl you got hit for staring at. "This is serious!" she moaned. "What am I going to do?" "What do you mean what are you going to do?" asked her brother. "You've been complaining that you're flat-chested for years. Isn't this what you wanted?" She blinked. "Well yeah ... I guess ... except that it's happening so FAST. Something has to be wrong with me!" "There's nothing wrong with you that I can see," he sighed as she turned around and he got to look at her breasts again. He saw the buds of her nipples pushing through the shirt, and then saw the same thing she'd seen ... skin ... in the gaping cloth between two buttons. Almost involuntarily he reached and pushed his index finger through the gap until it touched the bare skin between her breasts. "Wow," he said softly. "You've been wearing that shirt for years, and it never did this." Clarissa looked down as he touched her. He'd touched her hundreds of times ... THOUSANDS of times. Why, then, did it feel so different when he touched her now? Her nipples tingled, and she stepped back. "Don't tell Uncle Bob," she said. He frowned. "Why not?" "Because he'll take me to the doctor. You know how much I hate going to the doctor." "Rissa, there is no WAY he's not going to notice. I can't believe I didn't notice it until you showed me. I mean ... you've actually got tits!" She slapped his shoulder. "Breasts!" "Can I see them?" he asked suddenly. "What?" "You know ... without the shirt?" "Are you insane!" she squealed. "I'm your sister!" "So?" "I cannot believe you said that," she said, sounding disgusted. "Come on, Rissa," he complained. "I'm dying to see some, and you and I both know that's never going to happen." "What happened to your stupid Playboy?" she asked without thinking. A wary look came into his eyes. "How do you know about that?" he asked. Now it was Clarissa who looked everywhere but at his face. "I don't know. I saw it in your room one day, I guess." "No you didn't," he said, flushing. "How do you know?" she asked, almost angrily. "Because the only time it wasn't under my bed was when I was using it to..." His mouth closed suddenly. "To what?" she said, looking at his face. It was red. "Never mind!" he snapped. "You were snooping around in my room, weren't you!" "OK, OK, so I snooped a couple of times," she said. "There's nothing ELSE to do around here." She cocked her head at him. "What happened to it anyway?" "What?" "You kept it under your mattress for months, and then it just disappeared. What happened to it?" "You snooped in my room for MONTHS?!" he said angrily. "We already got past that," she said calmly. "What happened to it?" Matt looked down at the floor. "I took it to school to show Rodney and Miss Johnston caught us with it. She took it." He flushed a deeper shade of red. "She said she'd give it to Uncle Bob if he came to claim it." "Like he'd do that," laughed Clarissa. "He'd probably tan your hide for having it in the first place." "No he wouldn't," muttered Matt. "He's the one who gave it to me." Clarissa's eyes got huge. "You liar!" she squeaked. "No I'm NOT!" he yelled. "He understands!" "Understands what?" she asked. Matt was the one who was back to looking all over the place. "You know ... about guy stuff." "What guy stuff?" she asked. "I'm hungry," he said. He'd forgotten completely about the half eaten peanut butter sandwich in his left hand. "Isn't this your week for supper?" "No, it's yours," she said. "What guy stuff?" "I have to fix supper!" he said. He turned to go back into the kitchen. Clarissa was on him in a flash. This wasn't unusual. They were about the same height and, for as long as either of them could remember, had been about the same weight. They were pretty evenly matched in a wrestling situation and it wasn't unheard of for one of them to try to take the other down to settle some dispute. Usually it ended up in a draw. It didn't this time, though, because suddenly Clarissa had twenty pounds on Matt. "AWP!" he yelped as he felt himself being driven toward the floor. He managed to roll and land on his side, but she ended up on top of him and he went on over to his back. Her hands gripped his wrists and her bottom sat squarely on his pelvis as she leaned much of that new weight to pin his hands to the floor beside his shoulders. "What guy stuff?" she asked, her voice intense. "What are you doing?" he asked, completely embarrassed that his sister was able to pin him to the floor like this. "What ... guy ... stuff ... Matt?" she said firmly. "He knew I needed relief, OK?" said Matt tightly. "Relief from what?" she asked. "Oh come ON!" snapped Matt. "You're not that stupid. You just want to hear me say I do it." Comprehension came to Clarissa as she felt something hard begin to press into her now lush ... and more sensitive backside. Her astonishment was a mix of having confirmation of what she had thought Matt had USED that magazine for, the fact that Uncle Bob had ENCOURAGED it ... and the sudden wave of something that made her light headed as she felt what was obviously her little brother's ERECTION under her. As for Matt, the embarrassment he was feeling was a mixture too. But it only had two components: the fact that his sister was forcing him to admit that he beat off ... and the fact that he was getting a boner from her doing it. Her soft round butt perched firmly on top of his burgeoning prick didn't help. His eyes fell from her face to the breasts she had so recently brought to his attention. He could see those nipples pressing through the thin cloth of the shirt. That didn't help either. "I admit it, OK?" he moaned. "I masturbate. Now would you get off me?" "Wow," she sighed. It was suddenly impossible not to wiggle her butt. As soon as she did so, though, she felt even more light headed, like something inside her was swelling up and threatening to make her head blow up like a balloon. She had no way of knowing that she was experiencing the side effect of RD684 that her Uncle was, at that precise point in time, just learning about. ------- Bob ran his hand through his hair and looked at Justine McKinley, one of his research interviewers. He was late leaving from work, but didn't notice it. "How could we have missed something like this?" he asked. "We never thought to ask that question," said Justine, shrugging her shoulders. "It was a fluke that it came up at all, the first time." "Tell me about that," he said, his mind searching for whether this was a good thing, or a bad thing. "I was interviewing Mrs. Nelson," said Justine. "She was acting like she was uncomfortable, moving around a lot in the chair. I just asked her if everything was OK." She stopped and looked at Bob. "And?" Bob prodded. "And she said she was horny!" sighed Justine. "Just like that," said Bob. "Just like that," confirmed Justine. "I thought she was just embarrassed about it, so I told her it was fine. But she said she hadn't had any sex drive in over five years ... until she entered the trial. She said it took her a while to even understand what she was feeling, but then, when she did ... well she said it kept getting stronger and stronger." "Was she upset?" "Not exactly," said Justine carefully. "What does that mean?" asked Bob. "Well, apparently Mr. Nelson thought this was a good thing ... initially." "Initially," Bob repeated. He was beginning to feel like there was bad news ahead. "I guess he can't ... um ... keep up with her any more." "Please tell me this is some kind of twisted joke," moaned Bob. "I can't do that," sighed Justine. "When that happened I started thinking about it. I added a few questions to the survey." "You can't DO that!" moaned Bob. "That will invalidate the whole study!" "I didn't change the survey," said Justine. "I just asked the questions verbally, and I did NOT record the answers." "OK," said Bob carefully. "So?" "Virtually a hundred percent of the participants expressed either a reawakening or an intensification of sexual desire once they started taking RD684," she said. Bob heaved a sigh of relief. "Then there's no problem," he said. "If they're all experiencing it, then it can't be the 684, because some of them are getting the placebo." Justine colored. "I ... um ... broke another rule," she said softly. "I got Charley to tell me which ones were getting the real stuff and which ones weren't. When I said it was almost a hundred percent ... I mean only those who were getting the drug. None of the ones getting the placebo reported this side effect." Bob groaned. "Just shoot me. The whole fucking study is blown." "No it's not," Justine insisted. "I was already pretty sure who was getting the drug anyway. And I didn't let that affect how I asked the questions." "How could you possibly know who was getting 684 and who wasn't?" asked Bob. "I spend time with them all the time, boss," she said, shrugging. "The 684 is changing their appearance too. They look younger. Their hair is in better shape. Their skin softens. Boss it actually seems to make them younger!" "That's insane," said Bob. "We can't claim we found the fountain of youth. We'd be laughed out of the business." "It's not the fountain of youth," said Justine. "But it DOES bring about more youthful appearance, if only because it changes the hormonal balance back to what it was before they entered menopause. It fools the body, Bob. We knew it would do that. That's what it's SUPPOSED to do." Bob thought for a few minutes and Justine waited patiently. He looked up at her. "How many did you guess wrong?" "Two," she said promptly. "Do you want to know who?" "No!" Bob said forcefully. "It's bad enough that you know and I swear I'll have Charlie's balls for breaking secrecy." "Don't," said Justine. "When I told him my theory, and what Mrs. Nelson and a few of the others told me, he got all nervous. He said Mrs. Jankowski came on to him a week ago." "Mrs. Jankowsky?" Bob was shocked. "She's one of the oldest women in the study!" "Sixty four, and a widow," said Justine. "She asked him if, after the study was over, it would be inappropriate for him to come see her etchings." Bob's jaw dropped. "If I'm lyin' I'm dyin'" said Justine, who couldn't keep a smile off her lips. "That's when he said we had to know. I mean, if the trial ended and we didn't address the possibility that 684 was the cause of this ... phenomenon ... it could be a problem." "We'd be in serious trouble," said Bob. "You're right. But I still think this queers the whole study. How are we supposed to bring this into the light, when it wasn't part of the study to begin with?" "Unexpected side effect," said Justine. "Just came to light. That happens sometimes. We extend the study for another six months, bring that side effect into it and then everything is all on the up and up. We tell the FDA that it's merely a dosage issue. It's not the end of the world for a woman to get horny, Bob." "The board will squeal about an extension," said Bob. "Tell them why," said Justine. "It should be obvious to them that we need this covered to cover their asses too. It's not a BAD side effect, but it needs to be covered in the trial." "We're already behind the power curve," said Bob. "How do I convince them this is a real issue?" "I didn't put it in the official records yet but I DID keep the data. It would take some time but we could update all the records. If we use the original date of disclosure as a starting point and put the data in as of that date, it will just look like an unexpected side effect. It IS an unexpected side effect! From that point on we include it in the survey openly." "How much time?" asked Bob. She shrugged. "With four people ... maybe two hours." "No," said Bob firmly. "The fewer people who know about how this came about the better. Let's keep it to you and Charlie and me." "Eight hours," she said, her shoulders dropping. "Pull Charlie into it," said Bob. "That will be his punishment. I'll help. I'll call my kids and tell them they're on their own for a while." "Got it." "Damn!" grunted Bob. "Everything was going so well." "Bob," said Justine patiently. "We have a drug here that relieves some really terrible symptoms of menopause. It makes women feel MUCH better and, as an added benefit, appears to act as an aphrodisiac. This is a gold mine, not a problem. It just has to be handled with kid gloves before it becomes known, that's all." "I hope you're right," sighed Bob. ------- Chapter 3 Matt looked up at his sister, who had released his wrists, but was still sitting on his boner. She had a really funny look on her face too. She was flushed, and she was breathing much more deeply than her recent physical expense of energy could account for. "Are you going to let me up?" he asked. "I don't know," she said dreamily. Her hands came up and Matt watched in amazement as she rubbed her breasts. "Rissa? What are you doing?" Her eyes cleared suddenly and she looked at her hands like they were those of another person. They jerked down from her chest. "I don't know!" she said, her voice shaky. "Are you OK?" "I feel so funny," she moaned. "Matt, something's wrong with meeee!" He tried to sit up, which basically required that she scoot back onto his thighs. As she did so the crotch of her jeans scraped along his erection and she gasped. She stopped and it was literally impossible for her to stop herself from grinding her pussy against Matt's boner. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, practically writhing on him. "What's wrong with me?" Her breathing increased to a quick pant. As Clarissa had experienced an epiphany earlier, about what Matt had been doing with the Playboy magazine, Matt had his own epiphany as he felt his sister rubbing her crotch all over his erection. "You're horny!" he gasped. "Is THAT what this is?" she panted. "You're fucking horny!" "Don't curse!" she snapped automatically. Then her voice took on a whining note. "Help me, Matty! I feel like I'm going to explode! What's happening to me?" Matt's astonishment was based primarily in the fact that he had never really thought of his sister as a "girl" before. She was many things to him. Besides being his sister she was, at one time or another, a friend, pain in the ass, tutor, partner in mischief and quite possibly played a dozen other roles in his life as well. But she had never played the role of sexy turned on girl who was grinding her pussy against his hard dick. He knew what HE needed right now, and he was pretty sure what SHE needed too. "You need to cum," he said, beginning to pant in time with her gasps. "What?" Her eyes were taking on a wild appearance. "You need to cum ... you know ... get off ... like I do sometimes." "Masturbate?!" Her voice made it sound like she was trying out some word in a foreign language for the first time. "Yes," groaned Matt as her hips thrust rapidly back and forth. Clarissa's body seemed to know what to do, even if her brain didn't. "I don't do that," she moaned. "Well you'd better start ... if you want that feeling to go away," said Matt. "And get off me, 'cause you're making me want to do it too." "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," chanted Clarissa in time with her hip movements. "Now look who's cussing," huffed Matt, who was in the process of realizing that if his sister kept doing what she was doing, he might very well be able to shoot off right in his pants. He wanted to cum ... but not in his pants. "I don't know how!" she whined, referring to the activity he had just suggested she engage in. Matt watched her breasts jiggle and shake under her shirt as she moved on top of him. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be this turned on by his own sister, but the fact was he WAS turned on, and it was getting better ... or worse ... every second. "I'll show you!" he gasped, sitting up and pushing her. Clarissa lost her balance and fell over onto the floor, moaning. Her thighs began rubbing together as if they itched and she had no fingers to scratch them with. Matt didn't wait for her to approve his actions. He simply stood up, undid his pants and shoved both them and his underwear to his ankles. His T shirt hung down too low, so he just whipped it up and off his head. Clarissa stared, transfixed, at his rock hard penis, which bobbed up and down as he moved. The "You can't do that!" that burst from her lips was purely from her subconscious, and just popped out. "Like this!" said Matt, who gripped his penis and started jerking on it furiously. "MATT!" squealed Clarissa, whose eyes couldn't leave the fascinating sight in front of her. It looked like he was tearing the skin off his penis. As his hand moved back the skin went with it and a shiny knob suddenly appeared that she hadn't seen before. Then, when his hand moved forward, the skin came back with it and covered the knob. It was happening so fast that it seemed like one of those old time movies where the screen displayed a strobe-like effect. She was distracted by her own body screaming at her again. Her hand went to press against the crotch of her jeans and she was startled to find she had peed her pants or something, because it was wet down there. Still, it felt SO good to press. "Just rub!" gasped Matt, watching her hand. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him and he was loving every second of it. Clarissa remembered how it had felt to rub against Matt, and her hips jerked against her hand. Then the meaning of his words sank in and she moved her fingers. It felt wonderful, but not like it had to rub against him. The scholastic part of her high IQ brain was still functioning enough to give her the information that she couldn't press her hand against herself with as much force as her body weight had used to rub against him. Her eyes had never left his penis and that same part of her brain pointed out that he was having skin-to-skin contact. Almost frantically she fumbled with her belt, and then the button and zipper of the jeans. She shoved her hand inside her pants. Her fingertips just barely got to the top of her split ... enough to tell her that THIS was the right way. But she moaned as she realized the jeans were too tight. She couldn't get her fingers lower, to where she instinctively knew she needed to rub. She was lying on her side, so she simply rolled onto her back, arching her hips as her hands pushed at the stubborn pants until they finally slid over her hips to her thighs. They took her panties about half that distance, but that was good enough because now she could reach what she wanted to reach. "Oh dude!" gasped Matt, who had watched her pants come down and gotten his very first shot of real pussy. He didn't even care that her hand covered it up almost immediately, because he was WATCHING a girl rub off! It felt so good to stroke his dick right then that he hoped he WOULDN'T cum. To that end he stopped stroking for a few seconds, just squeezing, instead. He didn't pay any attention to the pearly drop of precum that oozed from the tip of his cock. Clarissa did, though. She saw the drip of his precum and the academic part of her brain registered its source and meaning. Her mind felt like it was going in five different directions at once. Now that she could get her fingers into her sex she felt the slippery, hot swamp that had never been there before. The feeling was almost overwhelming, as her inexperienced fingers found her clitty, which happily told her to rub RIGHT THERE! At the same time she was watching Matt, and that beautiful thing she'd seen a hundred times, but which had NEVER looked like THIS! She felt the urge to spread her legs, but couldn't, because her jeans were keeping them closed. Still, that fascinating, terrifying pressure was back, and it kept getting stronger and stronger. She was sure that she'd just die if something didn't happen soon to end it but, like her brother, everything felt so wonderful that she didn't want it to stop. All these things were rampaging around in her mind as her body finally reacted to the stimuli she was experiencing. She gave a convulsive jerk and Clarissa experienced her very first orgasm. She didn't know that's what it was. She knew the word, but that's all it was ... just a word she'd learned somewhere ... that had no basis in reality. But her body didn't care what she knew. It just reacted the way nature, and a healthy overdose of RD684 intended it to. Her scream of completion scared Matt at first, until HIS MENSA eligible brain recognized her jerks and twists as the female version of what he was about to do any second. She was cumming, and it was so hot to see it that that's all it took to bring him off. Clarissa missed the main event, so to speak. That's because her eyes were tightly closed. She saw stars that weren't really there, instead of the jets of semen that rocketed out of her brother's penis. Her consciousness was suspended in an expanding ball of pure pleasure as that semen landed in long strips that crossed both of her thighs, her panties, her hand and the exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up. Matt didn't aim it. It just happened that some of his sperm landed right on top of the thin layer of skin that separated it from what it was programmed to seek - the eggs in her ovaries under that skin. Matt's own orgasm was so powerful that he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. He felt so weak that his head fell forward and his chin touched his bony chest. His shoulders sagged. He couldn't even hold on to his prick any longer. It took everything he had to avoid simply falling over on the floor. ------- Bob punched buttons on the phone. It rang and rang on the other end, which seemed odd. One of the kids usually picked up by the third ring. There was a rattle and a panting voice yelled "HELLO!" "Matt?" "Uncle Bob!" came Matt's gasping voice. "What's wrong?" asked Bob, concerned. "NOTHING!" yelled Matt. His voice came down. "I had to run to get to the phone." "Son, if you're breathing that hard just from running to the phone, you need more exercise." "Right," said Matt, his breathing a little less labored. "Anyway," said Bob. "I'm stuck at work. You guys are on your own for a while." "OK," said Matt. "No problem." "Save me some supper," said Bob, eager to get back to work so he could feel like the world wasn't caving in on him. "Got it!" said Matt. "Bye!" ------- Matt went back to the living room. He'd fastened his pants while he talked to his uncle. He found his sister also reassembled and looking a little dazed. She was sitting on the couch now, instead of lying on the floor. His shirt was lying on the floor. He picked it up and put it on as he spoke. "That was Uncle Bob," he said. "He has to work late." "That's a good thing," said Clarissa softly. "What if he'd come home while we were doing ... that?" It was a rhetorical question, but her brother answered it anyway. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Do you think he'd have gotten all pissed off?" She looked at him sharply. "Of course, you idiot. We were masturbating!" The irritation on her face faded. "I was masturbating!" she exclaimed softly. "I can't believe I was masturbating." "Why not?" asked Matt. He might be socially challenged, but he was still a normal male of the species. "Everybody does it." "I don't," she said. "I mean I didn't." Her analytical mind was beginning to deal with the recent events. "I wonder why I never did. I mean I know what you're saying. Everybody SAYS that everybody else does it. Maybe I'm going insane." Matt snorted. "It doesn't make you insane." He was still filled with the after effects of the best cum of his life, and babbled a bit. "It also doesn't make you go blind or make hair grow on your palms. I checked ... lots of times, at first." Unthinking, he lifted a hand and looked at his right palm. When he didn't see hair on it he dropped it. "I THOUGHT I was going crazy," she said with a little shiver. She felt a heavy lassitude throughout her body, as if she'd just run a very long distance and was recovering from that. "It's pretty cool, huh?" Matt smiled. "There's just about nothing else that feels that good." Something in Clarissa's mind agreed with his comment, but something else suggested she should feel guilty. "I masturbated," she said again. She looked up at her brother. "WE masturbated, Matty! TOGETHER!" "Yeah," he sighed happily. "It was even better than usual." "But you're my brother!" she complained. "So?" He looked a little impatient. "You think it would have been better to do it with somebody else?" "Of course not," she said automatically. "But it isn't right to do it at all! I mean together ... you and me." "I don't see why not," said Matt. "Uncle Bob said that it's normal. He said that hundreds of years ago a boy my age might have already been married, or at least thinking about getting married. He'd have a wife to have sex with and it wouldn't get all bottled up inside." "Was that what happened to me?" asked Clarissa. "Did it get all bottled up inside? Why? It's never happened before." "I don't know," said Matt. "I just know it's fun, and it doesn't hurt anything and I like to do it sometimes." His eyes fell to the gap in her shirt. "You want to do it again?" "What?!" She looked shocked. "I could do it again right now," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Watching you do it was so hot. Doing it with you was lots better than doing it alone." "See?!" she moaned. "It DOES make you insane!" "I'm not insane," he said firmly. His stomach growled and they both heard it. "What I am is hungry. I need something to eat." That was something else to think about ... something normal ... and Clarissa seized on that to get her life back to something closer to normal. She jumped up. "THAT I'll do with you," she said. They scurried to the kitchen. Both were on the rotating schedule to prepare supper, so both had plenty of experience at cooking. While it was technically Matt's turn this week, Clarissa pitched in to help him. "You get the vegetable and I'll do the meat," she offered. "Deal," said her brother. He watched as she detoured to the snack cabinet and got out a piece of candy. "What's that?" he asked. "Candy," she said. "When did we get candy?" he asked. "I don't know," she said. "Uncle Bob must have gotten them." "Well I'm hungry too!" he complained. "Don't expect me to peel one and feed it to you," said Clarissa, feeling much more normal as they verbally sparred. She was used to this kind of relationship. Matt looked through the boxes, like she had. "Different flavors?" he asked. "Not as far as I can tell," she said. He ate a blue one and then a green one. "Not bad," he said. He grabbed a handful. "Hey!" she said. "Don't hog them." "I thought you were going to get the meat ready," he said, popping two more in his mouth. ------- They sat, eating, and Clarissa watched Matt. She still couldn't believe what had happened. It seemed like some strange dream. But she knew it HAD happened. She couldn't help but look at Matt differently now. She remembered the scrunched look on his face while his hand flew back and forth on his penis. She felt tingles in her body as she remembered what his penis looked like, so long and stiff like it had been. "Could you really do that again right now?" she asked suddenly. Matt had been thinking about the event too. He couldn't keep his eyes off that little gap in her shirt that he could see skin through. "Sure," he said. "I can do it four or five times a day." "You're kidding!" she sighed. She wondered what it would be like to feel that good four or five times a day. She felt a tremor in her belly at the thought, and her nipples reminded her they were right there, under the shirt, available for squeezing. "Nope," he said. He had no idea why all this had happened, but he thought it was great. He hoped it would go on. "You act like it's so normal!" said his sister. "It is," he said. "I've been doing it for over a year now." "And Uncle Bob said you could." She found that so hard to believe. "He said I probably SHOULD," Matt corrected her. "He said it can uncomplicate things ... relieve stress. And he's right, don't you think? Didn't you like it?" Clarissa didn't know what to say. She HAD liked it, but for some reasons she couldn't quite identify she didn't think she was supposed to admit that to Matt. Then she remembered how they had been practically naked together, not to mention what they had done, and it seemed silly to be embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess it was OK," she said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "I thought you were going to pass out," he said grinning. "It was so hot that I spooged." "Was that what was all over me?" she asked with a little shudder. "Yeah ... sorry," he said. He actually looked sorry. "I kind of couldn't help it. I usually have a tissue or something to catch it in." "I found it on me and it was ... weird ... all slippery and warm," she said. "I didn't know where it came from. I mean I knew it had to have come from you, but..." She sighed. "This all so new." "It was the best," said Matt. "I mean the best I ever felt," he added. "Really?" "Yes!" he said. "Looking at you ... I don't know ... it was just so cool!" "And you don't think we're perverts or something?" He looked thoughtful for half a minute. "I don't really think so," he said. "I mean if it was some other girl, who I didn't know or something ... I don't think I could have actually done it. Isn't that strange? But I know you. I love you. It was like we were swimming. Remember how we used to play tag in the pool when we were little? I loved that. I loved it that neither of us had a top on." "But I didn't have any boobs then," said Clarissa. "I know. I still loved it. It made me feel really close to you or something. I never played with any other kids like that." "I remember it as being fun, but I didn't pay any attention to your body," she said. "Maybe boys are different than girls," he suggested. "Well duh!" She laughed. It felt good to laugh, almost like everything was normal again. "You're sure different now," he sighed. He was staring right at her chest. "It makes me feel funny when you look at me like that." Clarissa felt the pangs of longing begin to course through her body. "Sorry." His eyes didn't leave her breasts, though. "No, I mean funny good. I think I'm getting horny again!" "Really? I'm ... I don't know ... still horny, I guess." Matt's eyes seemed glued to her breasts. "Why are you staring at them?" Clarissa asked. She wasn't used to boys staring at her chest. "I can see your nipples," he sighed. "It's hot." "You can't see them. I have a shirt on!" "I mean through the shirt," he said. "If I could actually see them I'd probably pass out." "You would not!" "I guess you're right," he said. "I'd have said the same thing about your pussy, but I saw that and didn't pass out. It made me cum, though." "I never came before," sighed Clarissa. "That was so awesome," she added, forgetting that she was trying not to be too enthusiastic about it. "I'm getting really horny thinking about it, Matt. What's wrong with me? I never got like this before." "I don't know," he said. "Except that horny is easy to deal with. You just rub off again. Like I said, sometimes I do it four or five times a day. You want to do it again now? Together I mean? That was the best part, Rissa. You're so beautiful now. I've got another boner just from looking at you." She looked at him through lowered lashes. Her face was flushed, but not with embarrassment. "How late did Uncle Bob say he'd be?" ------- Chapter 4 They went to her bedroom. It wasn't an agreed on destination. Perhaps Clarissa gravitated toward that spot because it was where she felt most comfortable. Both of them were full of emotion and the excitement of experimentation and discovery. He took his pants off this time, not so much in an attempt to get naked, but so he wouldn't trip with them around his ankles. Then he felt stupid because he was wearing a shirt with no pants. He took his shirt off and then felt embarrassed because he was naked and his sister wasn't. Oddly, it was his own nudity that encouraged Clarissa to take her own clothes off. She removed her shirt first, just watching her brother to see how he would react. It was most satisfying. He actually drooled as he stared at her naked breasts. He also made nonsense sounds, not even close to real words. Those sounds sent thrills through her body as the still unfamiliar feeling of being desired by a male coursed through her. He'd already been fully erect when he disrobed. Now his hand came to his prick and began to stroke. "Wait for me!" she panted. In the next minute and a half, Clarissa learned, completely by accident, the power a woman has over a man as she slowly exposes her body to him. She took her pants off slowly, but not because she was trying to be sexy. She was just distracted by watching him play with his penis. His eyes followed the waistband of her pants, though, jumping up to her breasts again every two or three seconds. When she hooked her thumbs in her panties, he sucked in air and groaned. His eyes seemed to bug out as she pushed them down a little, and she realized, in that second, that she had been teasing him without even knowing it. She discovered she loved teasing him. It made him flail at his prick. "Wait for me!" she commanded, her voice low, and sultry. "I can't!" he panted. "Matt!" she barked, warning in her voice. She pulled her panties back up. His hand suddenly stopped and he sounded like he was choking. He jerked his hand away from his prick and it bobbed, settling at an angle that mimicked an anti-aircraft gun, searching for a target. "OK. OK!" he groaned. Again, she pushed her panties down slowly, watching his eyes and, suddenly, she couldn't move slowly any more. Quickly her panties were left in a puddle on the floor as she stepped out of them. Her hand went to her stomach and started to slide down. Her left foot moved outward. Remembering the bed, she suddenly turned and crawled onto it, affording Matt a view of her pussy lips, peeking from between legs that were no longer bony looking. Those lips, while vertical, seemed to purse, like oral lips waiting to be kissed, and Matt licked his own lips unconsciously. His hand went back to his prick as if drawn by a strong magnet. He stared as she flopped onto her back, spreading her legs and reaching to feel for that special spot. Her head turned toward her brother. "Is this good?" she asked, sliding her fingers between slippery pussy lips. "Oh shit," he gasped. "Oh Rissa. I can't believe this!" "Me either," she panted, beginning to rub her fingertips in circles. She couldn't seem to rub hard enough, at first, and then discovered the thrill of using just one fingertip to tease the little bump with a light touch. She alternated rubbing hard for a few seconds, and then teasing the organ gently. It felt marvelous, but her mind sent her a memory of sitting on top of him, rubbing against what he had in his hand. It had been in his pants then, but had still made her feel like the top of her head was going to pop off. Feeling her slippery fingers sliding to and fro, she wondered what it would feel like to rub against him naked. Her brain said it would be fantastic ... SO fantastic that she stopped and sat up. "Get on the bed!" she panted, getting to her knees and facing him. "What?" His hand was moving along his stiff column of flesh again, uncovering and covering a knob that had taken on a purplish hue. "Get on the bed!" she said again. She pointed to the space in front of her. "Right there. Lie down on your back!" "What?" His mind was working on two levels. One of them had no idea what was going on and was confused and excited. The other said "Get on the motherfucking bed like she just told you to!" He moved and the feel of her hands helping him lie down beside her was like hot coals touching his body. Once he was down she lifted a knee and mounted him as if he were a pony, sitting on his thighs because his hand was in the way. She reached for his hand and batted it away from his cock. Then she put her hands on his chest and slid her hips toward his head, sliding her dripping pussy lips over his balls and along the bottom of his stiff shaft. She leaned forward and let her arms take most of her upper body weight as she got light headed. It DID feel fantastic. "Oh fuck!" he gasped excitedly. "Oh FUCK!" She looked down to see strings of thick white erupting from the tip of his penis, shooting up onto his stomach. It made a mess and a small part of her brain acknowledged that the mess was on HIM this time, instead of on her. It was like she was suddenly on another planet, where strange and interesting things were happening all around her. Remembering how slippery and warm his stuff had felt on her, she hunched her hips forward to get some of that warm slippery stuff on her pussy lips. Her pussy slipped over the head of his still spurting cock and smeared his issue. When she pushed backwards to find his hard shaft again, though, the tip of his cock caught in her virgin slot. Disaster - if that's the right word - was avoided because his shaft was already softening, and his cock bent double as she scooted back down. The tip was pulled out of her slit and the half hard thing straightened back out to lie, as if looking with one little eye at what it has just spurted. For Clarissa, time seemed to slow down. It seemed like she could feel every square inch of her body, and every bit of it was howling with joy. Rubbing directly against his sexual organ was even better than she'd hoped it would be. It didn't matter that it was soft, and that it was a mess of white goo. All that mattered was that it rubbed her pussy in the most delightful way imaginable and she could feel that special pressure beginning to build. Now, though, she knew what was at the end of this delightful exercise, and her hips sped up as she strained to get there. A new thing was introduced when his hands came up to mold around her breasts. They squeezed gently, in exploration, moving her breast mounds around on her chest. His fingertips found and experienced the feel of stiff nipples for the first time in his life. It was the first time in HER life too, and the electric surges as he pinched them gently jumped her much closer to what she now knew was her approaching orgasm. "YES!" she gasped. "Squeeze them like that!" Her hips became a blur as he mauled her nipples. Had they just been beginning their foreplay she would have complained that he squeezed too hard, but at this stage of the game, it was perfect. Her head tilted back and she drew in a huge lungful of air, only to let it out in an agonized groan as the dam burst inside her and the orgasm seemed to burn away every feeling except insane pleasure. It went on and on until, suddenly, she had no strength left. She fell forward and her breasts took her whole upper body weight as his arms stiffened automatically to hold her up. Then, partly because his own build was so slight and it was hard to hold her up, and partly because he wanted to feel those soft breasts pressed against his chest, he let her sink down to lie on him. He hands moved, going to her back and he just slid them over her skin, marveling at the feel of a naked woman in his arms. For Matt, the exercise had been almost enough to blow his mind. His own orgasm had been unexpected and explosive. Had he known what she was going to do, he was pretty sure it wouldn't have mattered. He was convinced there was no way to train for having a hot pussy rubbing against your prick for the first time. Already, though, his mind was adjusting. It had been amazing, but he was already looking forward ... to the next time ... when he was sure he'd be able to make it last a little longer. He lay there, with her surprisingly heavy, but comfortable weight pressing him into the bed. Her skin felt so good under his hands, and her panting in his ear made him feel taller, somehow. He hadn't done all that much, but she'd still had a great time. Anybody could see that. But the best part was that she'd had that good time with HIM. And that made it unimaginably better for him too. There was no talk this time. Being in an embrace like this made the whole episode different on levels that neither of them could really grasp. They were brother and sister; hugging ... sharing warmth and closeness ... the kind of closeness only siblings can share. They were also lovers, though, sharing the kind of closeness that only lovers can share. After their frantic exercise, just lying there in each other's arms was just as delicious. Neither was in a hurry to end that. Eventually, perhaps fifteen minutes later, Clarissa sat up. As she did so her swollen pussy lips pressed his cock. It was just natural to wiggle. And he'd had time enough to recuperate, so it was just natural, when she wiggled that he started to get hard again. She wiggled some more, and he hardened some more until, once again, she was sliding her pussy lips along the bottom of his erect shaft. "I could do this all day," she sighed, the urgency gone from her loins. "Me too," he said softly. "I WANT to do this all day." As so often happens when emotions are at peak levels, she looked down at the man who was making her feel so complete, and said "I love you Matt." There was no hesitation. "I love you too, Rissa." "No," she said, sensing the routineness of his response. She rubbed a little faster. "I mean I REALLY love you!" "I know," he said, sure in his heart that he really DID know how she felt, because he felt the same way. Their bond had been strengthened beyond imagination, and would remain unbreakable for life. That's what he was feeling, and he was sure that's what she was feeling too. His emotional response hadn't been routine, though his words were. "I love you so much I want to kiss you," she said. "You kiss me all the time," he said, smiling. "Not like this," she said, leaning back down to press her lips against his. She'd seen open mouthed kisses on TV and in movies. She'd always wondered what those would be like. The actors seemed to like it. Now, as her tongue invaded Matt's mouth she found out why they liked it. In Matt's mind, he was remembering things HE had seen in movies too. The kiss was electric, but the man was supposed to be on top. That was what made him roll them over. She didn't care, as long as the kiss went on, and she helped him reverse their orientation. It was just natural for her to settle with her legs spread. It was normal for his knees to fall between those spread legs, where there was room for them. It was understandable that his newly stiffened prick fell quite naturally to lie on pussy lips that were ready to receive what they were intended to receive. And, though neither youth intended for mating to take place ... nature took over. Matt, while he kissed her, imitated what he'd seen in the movies. That was a thrusting movement of his hips. His cock was in the right place, at the right time. Her pussy was super lubricated. They fit together like a hand in a glove, and there was no pain whatsoever as, with one manic thrust, his prick slid into her pussy until his balls slapped the taut globes of her buttocks. He wasn't even aware that his toes dug into the bedspread, or that his calves corded, helping him get as deep in her as possible. As many new things as both had felt recently, they were still capable of realizing that this was something REALLY new. They froze, lips still locked. The pressure of newly invaded vaginal walls lessened as they reluctantly broke the kiss. "What happened?" she whispered, panting. "I think I went in you," he panted back. "In me?" "In you," he confirmed, pressing forward. The feel of her clasping pussy along his rod was different than anything he'd ever felt before. And better. MUCH better. Clarissa examined the feeling. She felt full, like she'd eaten too much, except the feeling was in a different place than her stomach. And there were muscles down there she'd never felt before. As they announced they existed, she flexed them, making them squeeze against something unyielding, and yet soft at the same time. "Ooooo," he panted, feeling something gripping his prick. It was like a hundred little hands all stroking him at the same time. "You're inside me!" she yipped. "I think so," he panted. He pulled out ... just a little ... and then, as cool air sent a signal to his brain, slid back in, where it was warm and soft. In the process his cock scraped her clitty and she jerked. "We're fucking!" she gasped. "We are?" He looked confused. "We are!" he gasped as it all came home. "Should I stop?" He looked terrified. "NO!" she almost shouted, before she could even think about it. "I don't care!" "You don't care?" Matt sounded confused. "I don't care that we're fucking!" she gasped. Her clitty sent zings of pleasure to her brain. Her muscles squeezed him again, and now her hips gave a little wiggle as she got used to the idea. "It feels good, Matt! It feels too good to stop now!" "Are you sure?" he groaned. "Oh please be sure, because I don't want to stop either!" "Yes. Move it around some more ... like you did before," she instructed. He pulled out, a little more this time than before. Again he felt the cool air around his exposed penis flesh, and then slammed right back in. If he never had to take it out of her that would be just fine with him. "Oooo yes," she sighed. "Like that. Do that again." Together they learned the time honored horizontal dance that men and women have performed since before there were words to describe it. It didn't matter that they were brother and sister. All that mattered was that they were male and female. And as her pussy convulsed, sending her to a higher plane of ecstasy than she'd thought was even possible, his body responded. Neurons transmitted messages. His prostate clenched, and a little more than a fluid ounce of sperm-laced semen jetted from his body into hers, soaking her pussy with life-giving fluid that she felt as hot, wet pulses of love, coming from Matt to her. "Oh PLEASE don't stop!" she gasped as she suddenly felt like she was in ocean surf, being tumbled head over heels. She couldn't even breathe to let out the scream of joy that wanted to fill the room in which she had become a woman. ------- Having full intercourse finally sated the lusts of both teens. The aftermath of this activity wasn't as torpid as their earlier sanguine enjoyment cuddle. There were a few moments of tense discomfort as they finally disengaged, and the knowledge of what they'd done sank in. That knowledge was almost too much to deal with, at least rapidly. Clarissa went to take a shower. It was part a desire to clean off ... to somehow undo what had been done ... but as she stood under the hot spray her emotions settled into a place that wasn't regretful. The spray, beating off of her shoulders reminded her of the pulses of heat as he jetted into her. It was completely different, of course, but the shower spray felt good, and she accepted that his internal spray had felt good too. Matt used Uncle Bob's bathroom, but all he did was get a washcloth wet and clean off the mixture of sticky fluids that coated him from ribs to thighs. He didn't know what to think, really. What seemed to bubble to the top of his thoughts was that, whenever he thought the best had happened, he was quite likely to be wrong. To be honest, his prime concern was whether he'd ever get to do that again. Perhaps he may be forgiven for being male. In truth, even though he stayed soft, he was ready to go again, on a subliminal level. Clarissa was, of course, the prime candidate for future ... activities. At the same time he was clearly aware that a boudary had been passed that could create conflict. Right now he had no interest in having conflict of any kind with his sister. Matt was in the kitchen when Clarissa appeared, dressed in a different pair of shorts and T shirt. She was rubbing her head with a towel and Matt, who had just grabbed another handful of candy from the cupboard, munched one while he watched her breasts jiggle under the shirt. They had still not said anything to each other. He felt only slightly perverted as his cock twitched. "You OK?" he finally asked. Her hands never hesitated as she continued to dry her hair. "Fine," she said. "Really?" He sounded so hopeful that she stopped and looked at him. "I'm not sorry, if that's what you mean." "Oh wow," he said, with a rush of relief. "I'm so glad!" She tilted her head and examined him. "What does this mean?" she asked. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "I mean everything has changed ... but you look just like always." Her eyes picked up the bulge in his pants, but she didn't have enough experience yet to recognize it as a half stiff penis. "You don't," he sighed. "Why? How do I look different?" "I know what's under your clothes now," he answered. "I can't help but think about that." "So from now on you're going to think of me naked?" She wasn't sure that made her happy, and yet ... it didn't exactly make her unhappy. "I don't know," he answered, again honestly. "Maybe." "Well don't think we're going to just do that whenever you feel like it," said Clarissa, trying to establish who was in control. She was still the big sister. "Believe me," he said. "I'll feel like the luckiest guy in the world if I EVER get to do that again." "Awww." She melted as she felt the warmth of his comment. She couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion as a special man announced how appreciative he was of her in her role as a woman. It was something she wasn't used to, and it made her feel very, very good. ------- They were watching TV when Bob finally got home. They weren't sitting together, though there had been some low level flirting going on all night. While their passions had been tempered, Clarissa couldn't help but have some fun, sitting in positions that drew her brother's hot eyes to her. She learned more and more about how powerful a woman could be if the circumstances were right. As for Bob, he noticed nothing. It wasn't that he was particularly preoccupied, though he WAS still thinking about what it had taken to fix the study so that the formerly unofficial questions and answers could be included in the official data, and an "unexpected side effect" introduced into the study. It was more like when you see newlyweds after they return from their honeymoon. They don't really look any different. The only real reason you look at them differently is because you KNOW what they were doing on that honeymoon. And, of course, Bob didn't know about the brief "honeymoon" that had taken place in his house before his arrival. It was for that reason that he didn't notice any change in his charges. He was dead on his feet too, which made him less observant than usual. He ate the food they'd saved for him, said good night and went to bed. It was probably his exhaustion that kept him from observing other things that happened that night as well. Such as when Matt wandered to his sister's room and tapped gently on the door. Opening it, he stuck his head in to see her lying on her back, reading a magazine. She was dressed in her normal sleepwear, panties and a T shirt. Nothing was said. She laid the magazine aside, sat up, and removed the T shirt. Perhaps, if Bob hadn't been so tired that night, he might have heard the moans, and gasps as brother and sister began learning each other's bodies better. He might have heard the bed squeak as Matt's thrusts moved the whole frame. He wouldn't have heard many words. There were only a few spoken. "Yes!" was moaned several times. "Like that," was said, both as instruction and a question. Matt's "Oh man I love this," was the loudest thing said, as he strained to get his prick as deep into her as possible while it jetted again, filling her with his hot teen spunk. This time there was much less mess, because all his fluid went inside her. In fact, all she had to do was close her legs tightly, when he finally got up and kissed her good night. That way, she found, nothing drained out of her. When she rolled onto her side the weight of her upper leg closed her pussy lips tightly, while she drifted happily to sleep. ------- Two weeks later Clarissa knew she had to do something. Her breasts had grown more. Now, when she ran laps for PE they actually hurt from the bouncing. Even the loose shirts she had begun to wear, to hide her burgeoning breasts were not doing much to conceal them very well. Clarissa had undergone other changes too. It was a complicated series of things that were intermeshed with her sudden physical development. Boys paid a lot of attention to her now. Now, instead of being a tall, skinny tomboyish girl, she presented the appearance of a tall, well built young woman, in the flower of her development. Girls who had never spoken to her were either jealous, or tried to bring her into their circle. It was suggested that she might have what it took to make the cheerleading squad. And, at home, most nights, she got better and better at reaching for and finding orgasms that seemed to get stronger and longer lasting. Matt was getting better at pleasing her too. He seemed to have more energy and was lasting longer and longer before blasting her pussy full of his hot male offering. He was changing in other ways too. He'd gained some weight. The muscles in his arms held him up more easily as he lunged so delightfully into her. Just last night she had looked up at his face while he lunged into her and seen tiny hairs growing on his chin. Uncle Bob shaved every day, and she had just assumed that Matt must too, even though she'd never seen him do it. As they lay in each others arms, kissing and cuddling after a hot fuck she asked him about it, only to find out his whiskers were as much a surprise to him as they were to her. His voice, as he said that, was deeper than it had been, though she didn't notice. And so, with her newfound popularity at school, and her very satisfying sex life at home, the world seemed like a different place to Clarissa. That feeling of being on another planet somewhere persisted, though she was beginning to get used to it. She was more confident. She felt more grown up. She decided she had to do something about her bouncing breasts. When it was her turn to do the grocery shopping, she went to the super center, got the things on the list and then went to the lingerie department. She'd never spent that much time there, and had never really examined bras. The plethora of choices overwhelmed her. And bras were expensive too! Even though it was going on Uncle Bob's credit card, she didn't feel it would be acceptable to spend that much money and then find out she'd gotten the wrong thing. More confident she might be, but she wasn't up to approaching a stranger to ask which bra was right for her. But she COULD approach Uncle Bob. ------- Chapter 5 "What?" Bob looked up from the book he was reading. "Did you say bra?" "Yes," she said. She was dressed for bed, in one of his old T shirts. "I need a bra and I don't know which one to get." "You don't wear bras," said Bob. She turned sideways and arched her back, pulling her shirt in at the waist. She was used to doing that to tease Matt and it was just an impulse to do it now. "I need to start," she said, posturing. Bob goggled. "When did THAT happen?!" he gasped. "I'm a girl," she said. "We grow breasts, Uncle Bob. If you dated you'd know that." "Yes but..." He stared at her chest just like Robby had, initially. "I mean..." Clarissa almost laughed. Could it be that Uncle Bob was just as helpless around a good pair of breasts as other males? "The last time I looked at you, you were flat!" he blurted. "Probably," she said. "I went through a growth spurt, I guess." "Man!" sighed Bob. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this already. She wasn't huge, compared to some other women Bob had seen, but if he had a before picture, nobody would believe this was the same girl. That sparked something in his mind. He jumped up. "Be right back." He came back with a picture. It was of the three of them, taken at Six Flags, the previous summer. Bob was in the middle, with an arm around each youngster. Clarissa stood there looking somber in shorts and a tank top. Her legs were thin and there was VERY little pushing the tank top away from her ribs. "I can't believe this!" he exclaimed. "You're all grown up!" "Why thank you," she said, curtsying and holding imaginary skirts. "I looked at bras and there have to be a hundred and fifty different kinds. I don't know which one to get." Bob snorted. "And you think I know about that kind of thing?" "Well, asking you is better than asking a stranger," she said. "Don't you know somebody who could tell us what to do?" "I know lots of women who wear bras," he said. "I don't think any of them would entertain questions about how they fit them. Not from me, anyway. You're an internet guru. Why not look it up online? I'm sure there have to be guides there." "Of course!" she said, hitting her head with the heel of her hand. "I don't know why didn't think of that." "Well, based on what I'm seeing, it's entirely possible that your brains have sunk down to your chest," he joked. "That's the stupidest thing I think I ever heard," she said, shaking her head sadly. "And you're a scientist!" "Good luck," said Bob. He forced himself to go back to his book, but he looked up as she walked away. Her hips were swaying. He stared at a luscious looking butt ... and HIPS! She sure HAD gone through a growth spurt. ------- Half an hour later, Clarissa came back into the room with a sheet of paper in her hand. "This is complicated," she said, looking at the page. "I collated all the stuff and printed it out. I'm going to have to have help, though." "Help with what?" asked Bob. "Measurements," she said. "I need dozens of measurements." "Dozens?" "It sure seems like it." Bob got up. He went to the junk drawer in the kitchen and dug through it. He came up with a bedraggled yellow cloth measuring tape that had seen better days. Still, the numbers could be read. "I have no idea where I got this, or why I got it," he said. "But it's a good thing I did. What's first?" What was first was something Clarissa had thought about as she did her research. Uncle Bob had looked at her with the same look in his eyes that Matt had when he looked at her. She recognized that look and it made her horny. Guys at school did it too, however it didn't have the same effect when they did it. She liked the attention, but didn't get all that horny, usually. That she DID get horny when Matt or Uncle Bob looked at her, she chalked up to the fact that she loved them. They were her special men, always there for her, and she knew they'd ALWAYS be there for her, no matter what. To be fair, she didn't actually think of Bob as a potential sexual partner at that point. But she loved teasing Matt, and she decided it might be fun to tease Uncle Bob too. If nothing else, she'd feel really good if he got excited. So ... what was first was for Clarissa to yank her shirt off and stand in front of her uncle in only her panties. She was proud of herself for how steady her voice was when she spoke. "It says here that the first measurement is for band size." "What?" Bob just stared as his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe the soft, round orbs he was seeing. The pink tips were well defined and stiff. "You have to measure just under my breasts, and I have to expel all the air I can. It needs to be as small a measurement as possible without being too tight." She held her arms out, waiting for him to take the measurement. Bob realized he was holding the tape. With jerky movements he went to her. She blew out her breath while he wrapped the tape around her ribs. He stared at her breasts the whole time and his fingers brushed against the bottoms. Her skin felt hot to the touch. She took in a breath. "Well?" He jerked. He hadn't read the tape. "Blow out again. I got distracted," he sighed. She exhaled again and he pulled the tape tight. "OK, it's pretty close to thirty-two exactly," he said. She looked at the paper in her hand. "OK, we have to add four inches because it's an even number, so that's thirty-six for the band. Now you measure around the breasts themselves, at the fullest part." Bob swallowed. "Um ... that would be ... um ... here," he said, pointing at one nipple. "OK. Go ahead." She WAS having fun watching him flush and get all nervous. He could have arranged to read the number on her side, but he wasn't thinking that way. He pulled the tape around and let it cross right on one nipple. His fingers brushed the bud, which almost appeared to be erect, to his mind. He tried to concentrate on the numbers on the tape. "Mmmmm," she said. "What?" He sounded anxious. "Nothing. It just felt kind of nice when you touched me, that's all." "It's not supposed to feel nice!" he moaned. "Never mind. What's the measurement?" "I got distracted again," he sighed. "Let me do it again." "Make sure the tape is parallel to the floor," she advised. "It's a little over thirty-five," he said, feeling his penis getting stiff. "Can I go now?" "We're not done yet," she said. "There's math to do." She dropped her arms and wrote the numbers down on the page. "OK, I have to subtract the over measurement from the band measurement. That's thirty-five minus thirty-two. That comes out to three inches. According to this chart, that makes me a thirty-six C." Bob nodded. "That looks about right." He licked his lips. "I guess." "OH? Have you seen a lot of thirty-six C boobs?" she asked sweetly. "I've seen my fair share," he said, wresting some control back over his emotions. "And I shouldn't be seeing yours at all, young lady!" "Oh pooh," she said. "You're my Uncle Bob. It's not like you're some boy at school. I don't mind if you see me like this." "Well I do," he sighed. "I don't know what happened to you, little lady, but you're turning into a beautiful young woman and that's hard on an old man like me." "You're not that old," she laughed. "I feel like it right now," he sighed. "Thirty-six C. How about that. Last summer you were flat as a board." "Im glad I had my growth spurt," said Clarissa. "I feel much more grown up now." "I can see why," muttered Bob. "OK, you're a thirty-six C. Are we done?" He was thinking about going to his room and beating off. "I need measurements around my hips too," she said. She started to push her panties down. Bob stopped her, frantically. "We can do that with those on!" he gasped. "Oh, OK," she said, holding out her arms. He leaned over and wrapped the tape around the thin cloth of her panties. He imagined he could smell a woman's arousal and he almost groaned. "Thirty-four," he croaked. "Do you think we need to measure around the legs too?" she asked. She touched her inner thigh just below the panties. "Like right here?" Bob imagined putting his hands so close to her pussy and had a vision of his hand taking on a life of it's own and diving between her legs. He stood up quickly and had to take a step as he got light headed. "I think the leg holes stretch to fit," he groaned. "We're done, right?" "For now," she said. "There's lots more I need your help with. Now that we know what size to get me, I have to try them on and there are all kinds of things that have to be checked. "Surely you can do that by yourself," he said. "No," she said. "I'm supposed to just stand there while somebody else checks the fit. We can do that tomorrow." "Check the fit," Bob said. His voice sounded hollow. "Thank you!" yipped Clarissa. She hugged her uncle and kissed him on the cheek. His hands just naturally went to her naked back. "Sure," he said, with a breathy voice. ------- Ten minutes later Bob was lying on his bed, jerking his prick savagely, thinking about those luscious thirty-six inch breasts he'd touched so recently. Relief came almost violently as he decided he needed to think about finding a girlfriend. Thirty feet away Clarissa and Matt were seeking release too. Clarissa had ridden Matt through two very nice orgasms and he was beginning to buck under her. "You gonna squirt in me now?" she panted. "Uh huh!" he grunted. "Good," she purred. "I love it when you squirt in me." You'd have thought two teenagers on the genius scale would have thought about the consequences of what she loved so much. ------- When Bob woke, it was with the memory of a crazy dream he'd had in which everyone he met or interacted with was a huge breast. The nipples in his dream had been noses, and each breast had eyes and a mouth too. He rolled over and relaxed, deciding to stay in bed. Most Saturdays, at least in the last couple of months, Bob had had to go in to work for a few hours. On this one, though, that wasn't required. He lay there, hearing the little sounds that happen on a Saturday morning in any domestic setting. There was the clink of a dish being put in the sink. He heard Saturday morning kids' programming come on the TV, and a door closing somewhere. It was a comfortable feeling to lie there just dozing. It was ten when he got up. He wandered into the kitchen and, on the way, saw Clarissa sitting on the couch, watching TV. She was half reclining and, now that he was paying attention, it was even harder to believe he'd completely missed her recent physical maturation. She looked like some young lioness waiting for something to wander into sight so she could chase it and eat it. "Morning, Pumpkin," he said. She looked up and smiled. "Hi! I thought you were going to sleep forever." "It was nice," he said. "Hurry up and eat, so we can go shopping," she said. ------- An hour later Bob was standing in the middle of the women's section in WalMart, surrounded by women's underwear. Clarissa was almost vibrating with energy as she searched for bras that had a 36C tag on them. Bob was relieved to see that the first thing she looked for was a sports bra. There couldn't be anything to fitting a sports bra. It either covered the breasts and kept them from moving, or it didn't. His relief was short-lived as she handed him the sports bra and then selected a sexy looking white bra that looked very lacy and insubstantial to Bob. He nervously looked away and took in some of the marketing photographs of women wearing underthings. That didn't help control his unruly manhood, so he switched to watching other women who were shopping in the area. Then he began worrying that they'd notice him ... noticing them. He didn't know where to look. "OK, I have some stuff," said Clarissa. "Let's go to the fitting room." "I don't think they approve of men going into the fitting rooms with ladies," he said. "Well that's too bad," she said. "I need help and I don't want anybody else to help me except you." He kept expecting sirens to go off, or people to yell as he followed her to what seemed like an impossibly small room that had no ceiling in it. She closed the door and locked it. He had to press into a corner so she had room to move. She held an armful of variously colored items out to him and, as soon as they were in his arms, she took off her shirt, baring her teen breasts to him once again. "This isn't a good idea," he said weakly. "Why not?" she asked. "I'm a man," he said softly. "and you are most obviously a woman now." "You're sweet," she said. "Give me the white one." She pointed at the sports bra. "That one there. My poor boobies bounce all around when I run laps at school." Bob's mind supplied him with a slow motion image of her running along the track. She was half naked in his mind, and her breasts were bouncing up and down. His prick moved in his pants as she struggled into the sports bra. "This is tight!" she said, pulling and tugging until her breasts were covered. "It's supposed to be," he said. He watched her jump up and down on the balls of her feet. "Are they bouncing?" she asked. "Not so much," he choked. He felt like his eyes might be bouncing. She took the sports bra off and selected a black bra this time. Bob sighed as she filled the cups with her pale breasts. She was having trouble with the catch and, with her arms behind her back, her breasts were thrust out at him. The cups seemed awfully small, compared to what they were supposed to be holding. "Let me," he said. She turned and he fastened the bra. "OK," she said, reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling out the same piece of paper she'd had the night before. "The center panel is supposed to lay flat against my breastbone. Is that right here?" She pointed at the material at the bottom of the bra in the front, right between her breasts. It wasn't lying flat on her skin. "You're supposed to be able to run a finger under the band," she said. "I could run a finger under that," he said, looking at the part that was supposed to be flat on her skin. "Well do it then!" she said, impatiently. She kept reading as he gingerly reached out and slipped his index finger into the gap in the front. No matter which way he moved his finger, it ran into soft, warm female breast flesh. "The cups are supposed to be smooth over the breast. If I don't fill the cups, I need a smaller size. If my breasts are bulging, I need a larger cup size." She also told him to slip his finger between the edge of the cup and the side of her breast, to see if there was a gap there. That put his finger in contact with more soft, warm flesh. "These are definitely bulging," said Bob weakly. He was still absently running his finger back and forth under the band between her breasts. "I think this one is too small." She took it off and looked at the tag. Bob looked at her breasts. "It's a 36C," she complained. "It's supposed to fit!" "Try this one," he said, picking the first thing that came away from the bundle in his hand. Again, he had to fasten it for her. This one was blue and it fit much better. The cups were full and smooth, and the center of the band did, in fact, touch her skin. She told him to look and see if the front and back of the band strap were both parallel to the floor, though he had no idea how to judge that. He said the back was lower than the front and she said that was good, and that it meant it provided better support. Again he had to run his finger under the band. He could tell the difference immediately. It had been easy to get his finger under the band of the black one, but it had felt tight as he moved his finger. This one just felt snug everywhere. She took the bra off and examined the tag. "This is the exact same size as the black one," she said. "How the heck am I supposed to be able to pick out a bra if the same size fits differently?" "I guess that's why you have to try them on," said Bob, who was trying not to stare at her pink nipples. She tried on four more bras. At one point she read off the page that it was important that the breasts didn't fall to the side or sag. "Those breasts couldn't fall to the side or sag if their life depended on it," mumbled Bob. Of course Bob had to touch her breasts each time she put on a different bra. In the end, the only one she liked the feel of was the blue one. She put it back on and leaned down to pick up a wisp of blue cloth from the seat. Bob realized, with horror, that they were matching panties. Before he could say anything she was pushing her jeans down. She faced away from him and took her panties off at the same time, which put her naked ass inches from the front of Bob's pants. Those pants appeared to be trying to reach out and touch her, based on the tented bulge there. Then she wiggled into the panties and turned around. She held her arms out and posed. "Well?" "Ahhhh ... umm ... Oh man, Rissa!" he croaked. She dimpled. "I'll take that as a positive assessment." Then she frowned. "But I can't get by on just one set, and the others don't fit right." "So get more of those," said Bob. "Doesn't the company make the same thing in different colors?" he asked, trying to think about anything but jumping his niece's bones. "Of course!" she said, smiling again. "Why didn't I think of that?" She turned her back to him. "Undo me?" He groaned, and she looked over her shoulder. "What's wrong?" "What's wrong is that you've matured into a beautiful sexy woman, who's standing here almost naked." "You're so silly," she laughed. "I'm NOT silly!" he said. "And you need to understand that, honey. Boys are going to start treating you a lot differently than they have in the past." Clarissa had already been teasing him, and it was easy to keep doing so. "Oh? How?" "You're not stupid," he said. "They're going to want to date you, and kiss you, and touch you, and ... stuff," he added, his fingers twitching. "You're so silly," she said again. "The only difference is that now I have boobs. So what. Now undo me, please." His fingers went to the catch on the bra and it snapped apart. He couldn't help but run his fingertips down her sides. She shivered. "That tickles," she said. "But it feels good too." She turned around and pulled the bra off her breasts. "See? They're just boobs, Uncle Bob." Bob's face twisted and his mouth worked. "Not to a man," he said softly. "What are they to a man?" she asked, her voice just as soft. "They're a playground," he sighed. "A tasty treat." He jerked, unable to believe he'd actually said that. "Tasty?" She seemed to lean closer to him. Matt had played with them, but he'd never tasted them. She wondered what that would feel like. "I bet that would feel good," she said without thinking first. "What?!" Bob croaked. "Well, it feels good to rub them," she said, rolling her breasts in her hands. Her fingertips flicked across the nipples and they spiked. "And when you kiss my cheek it feels good, so I bet it would feel good if somebody kissed them and tasted them." "Oh for Pete's sake, Rissa!" groaned Bob. "You're killing me here! I'm not even supposed to be seeing them!" "I don't know why," she said, still rolling her breasts. "I like it when you look at them. It makes me feel good inside." "Yeah, well people just wouldn't understand about that," said Bob. "I don't care what they think," said Clarissa. "They're MY boobs, and I should get to choose who can look at them and make me feel good." She paused a few seconds. "Have you ever tasted a woman's breasts?" He was a little off balance, which was probably why he actually answered the question. "Of course I have," he said. "Did she like it?" He was caught now. She sounded quite serious and he was the closest thing she had to a father. Didn't she deserve an honest answer? "They all liked it," he said, wondering how they had gotten onto this subject. "Do you think I'd like it?" Something clicked in Bob's mind. A warning bell went off. Her suddenly physical maturation was strange enough, but now her inner sexuality seemed to have had a growth spurt as well. She was entirely too comfortable being around him like this. Girls just didn't act this way ... especially teenaged girls who had apparently just entered full puberty. He suddenly wondered if she was sexually active already. That seemed insane, on the face of it, but she surely was acting the vamp. The invitation in her voice was plain. It sobered him, and control returned to his brain. "You're still a little young to find out," he said firmly. "And you're too young to be flashing your breasts at ANY man, much less me. So get dressed and let's get you some more of this brand and size and be on our merry way." He expected her to be cowed. She wasn't. She was obviously angry instead. Her face flushed and she pulled her shirt on roughly, muttering "How am I supposed to learn things if the men I like won't cooperate!?" "You're just a little young to be learning things ... whatever that means," said Bob, sure he was saying the right thing. She turned to him, a gathering storm on her face. "You know I get horny too, Uncle Bob! Just like Matt does!" Bob's jaw dropped, and she went on. "But you didn't teach ME to masturbate! Oh no! You just left me to wonder what was wrong with me. And when I try to get you to help me, all you do is say I'm too young. Well I'm NOT too young! And I'm horny right now and you're NOT HELPING!" She stormed out of the dressing room and he followed, to see an overweight woman staring at them both. He remembered that the dressing room didn't have a ceiling and wondered if the woman had just heard Clarissa's outburst. It was obvious she was still mad at him, because she sulked all the way home. She even left her eight new bra and panty sets in the car when she got out and went into the house. He took them in for her. The rest of the day was uneventful and quiet, since Clarissa seemed to have no interest in talking to Bob. Matt said he was going to one of his friend's houses and his sister calmly announced she was going with him. Bob expected Matt to object, but he didn't. They called around suppertime and said they'd been invited to stay for supper there, so Bob ate alone. He watched some TV, thought about how teenaged hormones were well known to make kids act bizarre, and then went to bed early. He opened a book he'd been meaning to read, but hadn't had time to. He wasn't worried about the kids. They were intelligent and wouldn't get into any trouble. They were probably just having fun with their friends. He heard them come in, sounding like a small herd of elephants. They made noises in the kitchen, which didn't surprise him. Then it sounded like they both went to their rooms, which did surprise him, since he expected them to stay up a while. While he thought about that he reached for the cup he kept by his bedside, but it was empty. He got up and went to the kitchen. Along the way he saw the WalMart bag with Clarissa's new underwear in it. Filling his cup, he decided to take the underwear to her and try to make peace. It never occurred to him to knock. The kids had been living with him for years and nobody ever knocked. Usually, in fact, the doors to the bedrooms in the house were never even closed. He turned the knob and went in. His cup hit the floor and iced tea splashed everywhere. Clarissa was on the bed, on her back, stark naked, with her legs flung wide. Matt was doing pushups on top of her, except that Bob realized instantly that it wasn't pushups. His eyes went to their groins and he saw Matt's slickened hard prick slide out and then back into his sister as both of the teen's heads turned to stare, wide-eyed at their uncle. They froze. Bob was already frozen. He couldn't help but look at the bare breasts he had seen, just that morning, on the chest of a girl who was obviously, it was now clear, sexually active. He almost laughed hysterically as he remembered her complaining that he hadn't taught her to masturbate. He couldn't laugh, though. He knew that would be a very bad idea, under the circumstances. "Get dressed," he said. "Meet me in the kitchen immediately." He didn't think it was necessary to say there was going to be a family conference. ------- Chapter 6 Bob was sitting there, when they came slowly into the kitchen looking like frightened mice venturing into the cat's lair. Bob had switched from tea to whiskey, and didn't feel at all bad about it. He'd been trying to think of how to deal with the situation. It was completely unexpected. He was pretty sure yelling wouldn't do any good. He had laughed long and often at the people who thought teens could be convinced to practice abstinence, so just telling them to stop wasn't going to cut any mustard either. In fact, he couldn't think of ANYTHING that would do any good. That Matt was willing to engage in this activity somehow didn't seem that odd. Bob was well aware he'd been thinking along those lines himself earlier in the day, as he jerked the spunk out of his own balls. When they stopped and just stood, looking at him fearfully, he said, "Sit down." They did, but didn't say anything. Bob couldn't think of anything to say either. What he came up with was "I don't know what to do." It was Clarissa who spoke next. "You don't have to do anything." He almost snorted. That was the way a young person would think of it. Just ignore it! No problem. "Of course I do," he said. "Matt wasn't using a condom. Unleass somebody gave you birth control without my knowledge, you're not protected. What if you get pregnant?" Both kids blinked. It was obvious neither had thought of this little problem before. Geniuses they might be, but both had the full capacity to be pretty stupid. Neither of them said anything. "How long has this been going on?" Bob asked. "About two weeks, I guess," mumbled Clarissa. "Ever since she got boobs," Matt added helpfully. "I had them before that," she said automatically. "You just never noticed them until I showed them to you." "You showed them to him." Bob sounded like he'd eaten something that tasted bad. "Why did you show him your boobs ... breasts, Clarissa?" "Because they grew so fast!" she moaned. "I thought something was wrong with me and I felt so jittery all the time, and you were always at work." "And you thought Matt might be an expert on growth and development," said Bob dryly. "I came to you when I realized I needed a bra," she said defensively. "And you showed them to me too," said Bob. He had a thought. "But that was after you two ... uh..." "Yeah," she said softly. "Matt told me the jittery feeling was because I was horny. And he said you told him to masturbate, so we did that, except that things got all mixed up and it was fun to rub against each other and..." Bob felt terrible. He had, in fact, been at work almost constantly since the anomaly was discovered. Part of his brain pointed out that it was interesting that Clarissa's horniness gene got turned on at the same time... He pushed that thought away. Work had already screwed things up for him and the kids. He needed to think about them now, not work. "Surely you knew better than to do it with each other," he said. It felt like what he was supposed to say. "Well I wasn't going to let some boy from school play with my titties!" said Clarissa darkly. "We didn't MEAN to have sex. It just kind of happened." Bob sighed. He should have seen this coming. Pandora's box had been thrown wide open, and there was no closing it again. "I'll have to get you on the pill," he said. "What?" Both teens spoke as one. "You need to be on birth control pills so you don't get pregnant." Matt looked incredulous. "You mean we get to keep doing it?" "I didn't say that," said Bob. "I understand how you feel. She affected me the same way when we were fitting bras." He looked at Clarissa. "You were teasing me on purpose, weren't you?" She blushed. "I just get so horny," she moaned. "And I love the way you and Matt look at me. It makes me feel so good!" Bob looked back at Matt. "The point is that you shouldn't be doing it. Not with her and not with anybody else. You're too young to understand the consequences ... or deal with them, for that matter. But I also understand how hard it is not to, once you find out what it's like." He glanced at Clarissa, who looked miserable. "And from what I've seen, even if YOU stop, she might not. We don't want her getting pregnant by some random boy either." "I don't WANT to have sex with some random boy!" she almost shouted. "I love Matt!" "So do you think you can stop completely?" asked Bob. Her face looked anguished. "I don't want to stop either," she admitted. "At least you're truthful about it." "If I didn't get so horny it would help. Maybe there IS something wrong with me," she said. Matt, who felt like a death sentence had just been pardoned by a governor, absently got up and went to the cupboard. He got a piece of candy and returned to the table. He had it unwrapped and was about to pop it in his mouth when he heard a gasp from his uncle. A hand gripped his wrist firmly ... VERY firmly. "Where did you get that?" Bob's voice sounded almost scared, and that scared both kids. "In the cupboard," said Matt. "From a box." Bob took the candy from Matt's fingers and peered at it. He picked up the wrapper and examined it as well. "Oh no," he groaned. He got up and went to the cupboard, opening it. He saw the boxes and took them all out. Frantically he tore each one open. Two were almost empty. He turned around, his eyes wide. "Did you eat all these?" he gasped. "Rissa ate some of them," said Matt defensively. Bob was almost overwhelmed with the flood of questions, potential answers and issues that almost robbed him of the ability to stand up. He swayed and sat down before he fell down. "Shit, shit shit!" he groaned. "What's wrong?" asked Clarissa. She was getting scared now. "This is RD684," said Bob weakly. "RD ... what?" "It's an experimental drug my company is testing. These are samples of how it might be marketed." A chill shot through both teens' spines. "What's going to happen to us?" asked Clarissa. "I have no idea," sighed Bob. "It was designed for women much older than you, to deal with hormone imbalances and the effects of menopause." "But it won't HURT me ... will it?" Her voice sounded tiny and as if she was about to cry. "I don't think so," he said. His mind was working better now. Her amazing and sudden physical development was beginning to take on new significance. "When did you start eating them?" "I don't know," she said. "A month ago? Maybe more?" He looked in the boxes. "You ate ALL these in just a month?" "Yes." Now she sounded really scared. "Matt ate some of them. He pigged on them more than I did." "But I've only been eating them for a couple of weeks," added Matt. He also sounded scared. Bob sat back. His scientific mind was whirring. "You've always been underdeveloped. I just thought it was taking you a while to catch up. But it must have been a genetic problem. Both of your parents had very slim builds. The RD684 corrected the hormonal deficiency with you, just like it does in the older women." His face showed surprise. "This is fantastic!" he yelped. Then, as he realized the complications, his face fell. "This is horrible!" "Which is it?" asked Clarissa, fearfully. "Did that stuff make my boobs grow?" "Yes," said Bob, only half paying attention. "And your hips too." He frowned. "I think," he added. "I'm going to grow BOOBS?!" gasped Matt. That got Bob's attention. No thought at all had been given to what might happen if RD684 was taken by a male. "I don't know," said Bob. It was an honest, if somewhat thoughtless reply. Now THAT issue vied for space in Bob's crowded thought processes too. "I DON'T WANT BOOBS!" wailed Matt. Bob looked at Matt for the first time in a long time ... really LOOKED at him. He saw changes immediately, but they were much more subtle than what he'd missed with Clarissa. Matt's jaw was stronger, and his neck muscles were thicker. "Take your shirt off," he said to Matt. "What?" Matt looked fearful. "Take it off!" barked Bob. The differences there were subtle too. There was more muscle, but it wasn't developed or shaped, like muscle was when it was grown during exercise. The ribs weren't as pronounced as the last time Bob had noticed. "Raise your arm," ordered Bob. There was a nice, dark tuft of hair under the arm Matt lifted. Bob leaned forward to see the same hair on his chin that Clarissa had noticed. As incredible as it seemed, Matt's body was using the RD684 to enhance his MALE hormones, just like it had worked on Clarissa's FEMALE hormones. He'd have to test Matt to be sure, but the levels of both estrogen and testosterone in Matt's body would be fascinating. That was a given. "You're not going to grow breasts," said Bob. Matt sank back in his chair, obviously relieved. "I think," Bob added again. ------- There was much more discussion. Bob interrogated the kids, trying to determine exactly when each had started eating the "candy" and what dosages they had received. That part was impossible, except to say that they had both obviously overdosed, at least in terms of what the trials were using. And, considering the unexpected side effect he had just been dealing with, it was suspected that the dose in the trial might be too high. Then he took measurements, while he thought about what to do. He didn't know whether to let them keep taking the drug, regulating their dosage, or make them stop. He had no data to work with, and only the barest of hypotheses. It was unethical in the extreme to test the stuff on these kids. On the other hand, based on the results, they needed to be studied. But if he did that openly, it would screw the pooch for sure on the main trials. Not to speak of getting his license revoked. Unauthorized trials were frowned on heavily, to put it lightly ... especially when humans were involved. He felt guilty for even thinking of letting them continue as he remembered they were his family, and he was their guardian. He felt a bit like Victor Frankenstein. At the same time, neither youth had suffered any negative effects. At least not that he could discern. The over dosage was troublesome, and there was the horniness issue, with Clarissa, but that actually supported the new data in the authorized trials. And it was helpful to know that it affected young women just as much as it affected older ones. There had been arguments at the lab about how that might be controlled. Some thought there was no need to control it, and that it was a benefit. Finally, no one knew what the effects were of suddenly stopping the drug. That had never been done before, and wouldn't be studied until the final stages of the trials, when women stopped taking it then. He suddenly thought of a way to examine both issues. "First off, Clarissa, you are limited to one of these a day," he said. "And Matt, you don't eat any more at all. I'm going to keep a very close eye on both of you for the foreseeable future. We're going to do measurements every day. I need to know ANYTHING you feel, especially discomfort or anything that feels odd." "No problem!" said Matt, who was feeling his pecks worriedly, even though his uncle had said he wasn't going to turn into a girl. "The drug is very likely what's been making you feel so horny, too," said Bob to Clarissa. "Other women taking it have reported that." "Oh," she said. She felt better too. "I don't really mind that part. I mean when that happens Matt and I just ... um..." She blushed. "Yes ... well ... maybe you won't feel so horny if you get the lower dose. You've both been overdosing, by the way. That's probably why your breasts grew so quickly." "Are they going to go away?" Clarissa's voice held a note of tragedy in it. Bob's first impulse was to say he didn't know, which was technically true. But he knew what those new appendages meant to her. Besides, she couldn't 'ungrow' tissue. "I don't think so, Pumpkin," he said gently. "I have a feeling you're stuck with them." "I don't mind!" She brightened. Then her face fell. "It was kind of fun being horny though," she said sadly. "I don't think that's going to go away either," said Bob, hiding a smile. "Not completely. I think you just got caught up to other girls your age ... that's all." "So I'm still going to have to go on the pill?" "I think that would be wise," said Bob. ------- Having made decisions and laid out a course of action didn't ease Bob's mind very much. He was very nervous about letting Clarissa continue taking the drug. At the same time, he knew that any information he could get from this would be priceless later on. If RD684 was approved for what amounted to hormone replacement therapy in menopause, it would inevitably be used by some endocrinologist for other hormonal disturbances. Doctors did that kind of thing all the time. Further, if it was approved for adults, Bob intended to immediately explore setting up animal tests, regarding hormonal deficiencies, which could be followed by doing a trial on young people with such afflictions. As to putting Clarissa on the pill, Bob was less worried about that. Most birth control pills contained synthetic estrogen and progesterone, which is what RD684 was supposed to correct deficiencies in. Technically, by definition, menopause was established when a woman's ovaries stopped producing eggs. The problem was that lots of things caused menopause-like symptoms. Like an economic recession, it was often only possible to diagnose "menopause" until it had been there for a long time. As a result, some doctors told their patients to continue taking the pill during the early stages of what might be menopause because a woman might start missing periods, but not be clinically infertile. Bob and his crew believed that RD684 would have no effect on the synthtic hormones in birth control pills, which simply regulate estrus. The theory that the new drug would help create healthier organs had nothing to do with how the pill would affect those organs. And, there had been no unusual reports from the women in the study who were taking the pill. For that reason Bob didn't think there were any contraindications to the plan when he got Clarissa an appointment with the doctor and they bought her first wheel of pills. She began taking them regularly, which was all he checked on. He decided not to ask any questions about whether she still needed them or not. The biggest problem, at least for Bob, was that when it came time to measure her each night, she got naked. It had been bad enough when he just saw her breasts. Now he saw every bit of her. Within days she was completely comfortable with her uncle measuring what seemed like every inch of her body. She still got horny and there were times, when Bob was measuring a thigh, when her pussy announced to his nose that she was in that particular condition. The feel of her satiny skin under his fingers wore on him. It was harder to keep from thinking about what she and Matt might still be doing. It wasn't lost on him that, when they were done, she never got dressed again. She just skipped happily off toward her room. Which was also toward Matt's room. Bob tried to ignore his lust by concentrating on getting the measurements precise, and getting them in his notebook without error. Analyzing them would have to wait until there was enough data. Then, one night, Matt was gone. A group of his friends had decided to go camping and Matt went with them. Bob didn't think about that when he called out to Clarissa that it was time to measure her. She walked into the room naked. "Anything new to report?" he asked routinely. "I'm just extra horny tonight," she said. "Hmmm," was Bob's only reply. He began wrapping the tape around her arms, and measuring lengths. She'd apparently taken a shower, because he could smell the body wash she used after she took one. When he wrapped the tape around her back and breasts, he noticed her nipples were flushed and swollen. "Have you been pinching your nipples?" he asked. "A little," she sighed. "I told you, I'm extra horny tonight." "I can't tell if it's because they're swollen, or because you grew, but the measurement tonight is over thirty-seven." "Matt won't taste them," she said suddenly. "What?" "He says he's not a baby. I asked him to taste them and he wouldn't do it." "So..." Bob couldn't help himself. "You and Matt are still... ?" "Every night," she said with a long sigh. "Except tonight. He's gone. Maybe that's why I'm extra horny. I miss him." "And you're taking your pills?" "Of course I am," she said. "Can I buy a dildo?" Bob blinked. She didn't seem to be teasing him. "I saw them on the internet. I think I need one," she said. "You're THAT horny?" he asked worriedly. "Matt's getting better, but he can only go for ten minutes or so. I could go all night." Bob tried to imagine riding this luscious girl for ten minutes. His cock ballooned in his pants. "Um ... how many ... um ... orgasms do you have?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "In the ten minutes, I mean?" he added. "Well, if I'm on top I can have two, sometimes even three. If he's on top usually only one," she said, looking confused. "How many SHOULD I have?" "That's relative," he said. "It all depends on the experience of your partner." "Like you?" His eyebrows rose. "Me?" "You're older. And you're more experienced ... right?" It occurred to her that she didn't actually know if her uncle was more experienced than Matt. As far as she knew, he hadn't had sex since she and her brother moved into his house. Still, he'd been twice her age at that time, so he probably did have a lot more experience. Bob held up a hand in the universal sign for 'stop.' "Hang on here. I can't do that with you." "Why not?" she whined. "He's gone and I'm horny and you're older and more experienced. I need SOMETHING!" "Can't you just masturbate?" he asked weakly. She shook her head. "It feels great, but it doesn't satisfy me. I have nice orgasms and all, but they're little. To have a really good one I have to have something nice and hard in me." "Oh boy," moaned Bob. His knees felt weak. "I'm your uncle, baby." "Duh," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Come on, Uncle Bob. Nobody has to know. Matt doesn't even have to know. Just for tonight?" "This is not a good idea!" he said as firmly as he could. He was weakening and he knew it. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with anything other than his hand. Having kids in the house had put a damper on that, and he'd tried to set a good example. For all the good that had done. "It's a wonderful idea," she said. Her fingers came to her nipples and squeezed them. "I need something hard to make me feel better, and from the look of your pants you have something hard. I'm sooooo horny!" "This is all my fault," he moaned. His prick twitched in his pants. "If I hadn't brought those damn candies home this would never have happened." "But you did," she pointed out. "And you're right. This IS your fault. It's YOUR fault that I'm so horny, Uncle Bob!" Bob's defenses were weakening, but they weren't completely gone yet. "How about if I give you a couple of orgasms?" he asked. "Maybe that will be enough." "I KNEW you'd help me!" she squealed. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him. "I can't wait to feel you in me. I think about your penis every night." "Hang on," he groaned as her fluffy bush pushed against his rock hard cock. "I didn't say I was going to have intercourse with you." "But you said you'd give me orgasms!" she complained. "There are other things I can do to make you cum," said Bob. "You mean rub me? Matt's done that a few times. It doesn't work. He doesn't do it right. I need your penis in me. I can't cum if you don't fuck me," she said, pushing away from him. "Not a really good cum, anyway." "Trust me," he said, giving up. "You'll cum. I promise." ------- Chapter 7 It turned out that while both Clarissa and Matt were fully cognizant of the concept of oral sex, neither had been willing to try that. It was too easy to just just rut, and that got the job done, more or less. The only reason they knew about any position other than the missionary position was because of the accident in which Clarissa lost her virginity. Clarissa's world expanded a lot that night. She got over the "ewww" feeling within seconds after he sucked her clitty into his mouth. He chewed it and she went off like a bomb. She was almost crying from the joy of it when he lifted his mouth. He'd only been sucking for a couple of minutes. "I didn't KNOW!" she panted. "Can you do that again?" "Dozens of times," he said, smiling. He got her off four times with his mouth. Then he moved to her breasts and showed her what it felt like to be tasted there. His fingers, much more educated than Matt's brought her three more orgasms while she wailed and squirmed, holding his head to one breast while he sucked lustily at a nipple, and then pushing it to the other breast while her hips arched up to try to get his finger deeper in her. It was actually her unbridled love of everything he did to her that broke Bob's will to resist completely. His balls started to ache and he asked her if she'd be willing to learn how to please him with her mouth. After everything that had happened her reticence was gone, and she happily agreed. She was a quick, and avid learner. She loved the feel of the different kinds of skin on his prick against her lips. Several times she took her mouth off of him to closely examine with her eyes what she'd been feeling with her tongue and cheeks. It had the effect of both prolonging Bob's delightful experience and making him tend to get used to her stop and go technique. That was to become important a few minutes later. She loved that he was so hard for her. She also knew that, no matter how wonderful everything had been, this handsome hard cock in her hand would feel even better in her pussy. So she stopped sucking it, and sat on it, cowgirl style. Bob just thought she was shifting to a more comfortable position and left his eyes closed. He had no idea she was going to fuck him. "Ohhhh," she sighed as Bob realized what had just happened. "You're bigger than Matt." "Oh damn," he groaned as tight, hot pussy flesh surrounded his cock and squeezed it. "It feels different," she said, giving an experimental twitch with her hips. Her pussy muscles milked the thing in her lovingly. "Not better, exactly ... just different." The reluctance to do this with his niece disappeared like a puff of smoke in a strong wind. In Bob's defense, that was because his pride was stung. What did she mean it wasn't better?! That sting fueled his lust, and his desire to convince her he WAS better than a stripling youth. He pulled her down and rolled as she squealed, landing on top of her and crushing her to the bed. His knees moved between her thighs roughly and she spread her legs. He'd come halfway out of her during the roll and he surged forward hard enough to make her body move a few inches on the bedspread. Her "Uhhh!" as he drove deep spurred him on and he stayed deep. Digging in his toes he pushed with his arms until he was lifted enough that her breasts felt spongy and supportive against his chest. Then he moved to his right, squashing her young clit flat. "AHHHHH," she groaned. He kissed her while her mouth was still open and licked at her tongue. Her hands, on his sides, tensed as he kept moving, sliding down a little and then completing a circle with the base of his prick, to crush her clit again. He kept moving in that small circular pattern, basically moving only two inches of prick in her as her legs kicked and her fingernails dug into his sides painfully. Then her knees came up and she groaned into his mouth as her heels hit the bed and her loins thrust hard, as if she were trying to lift him. Continuing his circular assault on her clit, he licked her lips and bit her lower lip gently, pulling at it with his teeth before letting it loose again. "Oh pleeease," she moaned. "Don't stop!" "Oh, I'm nowhere near stopping," he panted. "Gonna cum!" she grunted. Her mouth opened in a wide, soundless scream as she went rigid. He felt her pussy muscles try to grip him, but he wouldn't let them, pulling out and slamming back in. She made a noise then, a mixture of what sounded like agony and ecstatic joy that started on a low groaning note and ripped up the scale until she was wailing. He ground harder against her, feeling the tip of his prick battering her young cervix, giving her no chance to rest from the constant stimulation of her sexual center. "Oh yes," she panted. "It's happening again!" Over the next ten minutes she went rigid, went completely limp, flopped like a rag doll and kicked as if she were having a seizure, as orgasms came one after another until, finally, her "Oh yes" became "Oh no" and then "Oh nooooo" and finally a gasping "I can't take any more!" Only then did Bob begin allow himself long strokes in her, providing the stimulation needed to tip him over the edge. She was on the pill, so he could enjoy it fully. His prick belched ropes of thick cum, soaking her pussy and seeping through her cervix into her womb. "Please tell me you took your pill," he gasped as his prick jerked in her. She couldn't answer. She had nothing left. She'd used up every bit of energy in her body having orgasms. All she could do was smile a dreamy smile while she caught her breath. ------- "I didn't know it could be like that," she whispered. Her head was lying on his shoulder and her arm lay limply across his chest. "It's never been anything close to that with Matt." "He has much to learn," said Bob, feeling much better about his prowess. "He sure does," she sighed. "I feel like I got caught in the dryer and have been spinning around for an hour." "We only went twenty minutes," he said. "I'm out of shape." "Out of shape? Twenty minutes? No way!" "I used to go for at least half an hour when I was younger." "How could she stand it?" sighed Clarissa. "I thought you were going to fuck me to death!" She played with the hair on his chest. "Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not. I loved it." "Me too," he said. "That's the problem. I loved it so much I'm going to want to do it again." "OK," she said instantly. "I wasn't supposed to fuck you, sweetheart," he said. "I kind of lost control." "Technically I fucked you first," she said. "Even if it was only for about ten seconds." "The point is that we can't do this. I could get in big trouble if anybody found out, and they'd take you away from me." "Well then we'll just make sure that nobody finds out," she said, with the overconfidence of youth. "Maybe you should stop taking 684," he mused. "It's pretty clear in my mind that it's what caused your sudden maturation. And life might be easier for you if you didn't get so overpoweringly horny." "But I like being horny," she complained. "And I love being full of nice hard cock. I love that part the most!" "You can have that with a man you can love and stay with forever," he said. "Right now I wouldn't mind staying with you forever," she said. "I already love you and I already know you know how to make me crazy." "You can't marry me," he said. "You need a man you can marry and have babies with." "Maybe," she said. "But that will be years from now, so until he comes along, I just want you to do that to me again, every so often." "How often?" he asked. "Twice a day?" He choked and she laughed, delighted that she'd been able to tease him so thoroughly. ------- Half an hour later she wasn't laughing any more. She was in what he called the three point stance, supporting herself on the bed on her knees and head. That left her ass high in the air, with his thick cock in her pussy from behind. "You rub your own clit," he said as he reached under her to cup and play with her breasts. "That way you control when you cum." "It feels so different," she said, her voice half muffled by the bedspread. "It's like I'm getting a massage inside me. I could do this all night long!" "Well I'm not going all night. I'm going long enough to give you a chance to work off your horny attack. Then I'm going to take a nap." "Nap?" She was starting to pant as her hand flitted rapidly between her legs. "It's nighttime!" "I know that," he said. "But I have a feeling you're going to wake up in the middle of the night horny again. If I just take a nap, I won't mind. If I go to sleep for the night I might get grumpy when you wake me up." "You're so silly," she panted. "You're right. I can have my cum any time I want it this way." "Better hurry up," he huffed. "Why?" "Cause I'm about to try really hard to make a baby in that sweet belly of yours," he groaned. "Goody!" she squealed. "I love it when you squirt in me." "You're taking your pills every day, right?" he grunted, asking for more confirmation. "Uh huh!" she moaned. He moaned and happily filled her womb with another load of his thick, rich sperm. ------- Matt's return was to a house that was substantially changed. No longer did he and Clarissa have to hide their lusty exchanges. When he got home, the first thing she did was take him to her bedroom and teach him all the things she'd learned from Uncle Bob. She left the door open this time. Then, with him worn out completely, she told him she was going to sleep with their uncle that night. Over the next few nights, there evolved a tacit understanding that she would sleep with her brother one night, and her uncle the next. While that suited Bob perfectly, Clarissa was horny almost all the time now, and Matt had the stamina of youth. In other words, on Bob's nights with his luscious lusty niece, she usually came to him already lubed up with Matt's spunk. Life was good for all of them. Each member of the family got as much sex as he or she wanted and all of them were relaxed and happy because of it. ------- Janet appeared in Bob's office doorway. She looked nervous. "We might have another unexpected side effect," she said. Bob looked up and frowned. It was four in the afternoon. Why did bad news always come late in the afternoon? "Mrs. Henderson is pregnant. The doctor confirmed that about an hour ago. And Mrs. Billingsworth told Pete she thinks she is, but the test isn't back yet. He didn't mention it until I told him about Mrs. Henderson, because she wasnt sure." "That's insane. Weren't they on the pill?" Bob started going through a notebook that contained the histories of each participant. "Mrs. Henderson was. She was still having periods, though they weren't regular. When she went three months without one she reported it. Initially we thought she had just advanced into menopause enough that she'd stopped." "And Mrs. Billingsworth?" "She said she knows what it feels like when her body is pregnant. She has seven children." "But was she on the pill?" Janet's face got darker. "Um ... she's a widow. When she signed up for the study she said she wasn't sexually active." Bob sighed. "You wouldn't have told me this unless you had a theory." The researcher brightened. "Yes. As you know, what signals the ovaries to release an egg is a spike in estrogen. In a woman's fertile years, her own cycle does that. If she takes the pill it prevents that spike. Normally, once her oocytes are used up, she stops producing eggs and, technically speaking, menopause has begun. But the problem is that hormone levels may be insufficient to spur a remaining oocyte to become an egg, which simulates menopause, even though the woman is technically still fertile. Things just aren't working right." She stopped to take a breath and wait for Bob to nod, which he did. "We think RD684 regulated the hormonal levels and ... um ... re-fertilized them, so to speak." "OK, that explains Mrs. Billingsworth, but what about Mrs. Henderson? She was on the pill." "RD684 appears to block the effect of the pill. We think it allows the spike of estrogen the pill is supposed to prevent, which releases an egg and preps the uterine wall for implantation. It's as if there were no interference from the pill." "You're telling me now that not only is it an aphrodisiac, it's a fertility drug too?" "It will take more study, obviously," said Janet, "but ... yeah ... I guess I am ... at least we think so." Twenty minutes after Janet left Bob sat bolt upright in his chair. His face took on a look of horror. Five people asked him if everything was all right as he ran out of the building. ------- Bob was also running when he entered the house. As usual, he found Clarissa, naked and legs thrown wide with Matt pounding his healthy adolescent prick into her pussy. The froth of white around his penis suggested he'd already spent himself in her once. "STOP!" bawled Bob. The teens fairly flew apart, scared by his scream. "When was your last period?" he gasped, for once not distracted by Clarissa's nakedness. "What?" She gaped. "What's wrong?" "When was it?" he moaned, his voice lower. He was scaring her and he tried to stop doing that. "I don't know," she said. Tears were starting to build up in her eyes. "I'll have to look at the calendar." "Let's go do that, please," said Bob, trying harder not to look so wild. ------- "It can't have been that long," said Clarissa, frowning. She wasn't crying any more. Her academic mind was interested in the problem at hand. According to her notations on the calendar, her last period had started fifty-two days ago and ended six days after that. That was forty-six days in the past, which was only ten days shy of being two complete cycles ago. "I must have forgotten to put it on the calendar," she said, frowning. "Ohhhhhh," groaned Bob. "I knew it. You're pregnant." "I can't be pregnant," said Clarissa firmly. "I haven't missed a day since I got on the pill. I've been very careful about that." ------- A week later the glazed looks around the Davidson household had faded away. Acceptance was sinking in and the first thoughts of plans to be made were formulating in their minds. Clarissa had been to the doctor who solemnly informed her she was, in fact, pregnant. She had stomped out of his office when he asked her if she wanted an abortion. Bob had made her go back in and, once she vented about that, she calmed down and got the rest of her prenatal counseling and instructions. Matt, who believed with all his heart that the baby was his, practically strutted until Bob explained the consequences for all of them. He was sober after that, until Clarissa kissed him and said she still loved him. Bob was worried that he might be the father, but then figured that it really didn't matter. Whether it was him or Matt, his responsibilities to Clarissa were the same. He had already stopped her from taking any more RD684. Within another two weeks things in the Davidson household had returned to the new "normal" with the exception that Clarissa's sex drive slowed down significantly. Now, just sleeping with each man every other night was enough. At Davidson Biotec things weren't nearly as calm. The two pregnant women in the study had also been removed from the drug once it was confirmed neither had been receiving the placebo. That they were pregnant so late in life was already a problem, and no one wanted to compound that with the unknown effects of RD684 on a pregnant woman or her fetus. But the side effects could no longer be masked and the study was formally halted. It was a setback, but at the same time the possible efficacy of the drug had expanded threefold. New studies would have to be designed and new trials would have to be run, but there was enough data to support a claim that the drug was safe, physiologically speaking. In the next study dosages would be lowered and the participants would be required to use alternative birth control measures to the pill. Research was already underway with animals to determine if RD684 would lengthen the fertility period past what was considered normal. ------- Six years later RD684 was ready for new trials. There would be three different trials running at the same time. Bob took time off and, with Clarissa, attended Matt's university graduation, where he received a Bachelor of Science degree in Biology. He'd already been accepted into medical school. He intended to become an endocrinologist. Clarissa had gone a bit slower, due to her responsibilities as a mother, and only had fifty-four hours of college credit toward her own Bachelors degree. After the ceremony Matt moved stridently through the crowd, where he located his sister and uncle. He accepted a hug from five year old Tommy and then took three year old Elizabeth from Bob so she could hug him too. Clarissa was holding the latest, 18 month old Shelby, who had fallen asleep after breast feeding on the way to the auditorium. "Out to eat, or back home?" Matt asked. "Back home," said Clarissa. "Seeing you walk across that stage made me..." She looked around, but there was so much noise nobody could hear her unless they were trying. She mouthed the last word silently anyway. "Horny!" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-03-23 Last Modified: 2009-03-30 / 08:43:43 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------