****** Do Sex and Violence on TV Affect Children? by Sally ******
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Do Sex and Violence on TV Affect Children?


This story is based on the events in 'Fiction becomes Reality' by
Michael Allan, a short story that can be found at this site. I liked
his premise but wanted to provide my version of the story.


Mike was flaked out on the couch watching TV flicking listlessy from channel to
channel but nothing was on except old re-runs. It was too hot outside and he'd
come into the cool of the lounge and collapsed on the sofa. Claire, his older
sister, was still outside, soaking up the rays 'working on her tan' as she
called it - 'getting skin cancer' he called it.

He'd finally come to rest on some creaky old cop show from the 70s - all flares
and hilarious wide collars. Two cops were on the trail of a drug pusher. Mike
sank into a vegetative state as he slowly became engrossed in the show.

Just as he was becoming comfortable, Claire came in. Her very presence annoyed
Mike, somehow she always managed to look prissy, even when just standing there
doing nothing. She always found something to disapprove of in what ever he did.

"What're you watching?", she asked, innocently.

"None of your fucking business", he felt like saying. "Leave me alone."

But instead he mumbled, as he nearly always did to her:

"I dunno - some dumb cop show."

She continued to stand there, her presence a horrible reminder that he should
be getting on with some homework or something. "Improving your mind?", the
bitch would probably say sacrcastically, he thought.

"Fuck off, fuck off", he thought.

Just then the cops caught up with the pusher. The scene cut to the pusher's
apartment and he was on the bed making love. Being an old 70's show of course
it was not explicit, you couldn't see anything. A big busted girl was sitting
on top of the pusher with most of her clothes on going: "Oh, yeah baby!" and
the guy was lying there looking mighty pleased. But it was enough to stir
Mike's limp cock into semi-hardness, despite the fact that his sister was still
standing there....

Mike hated watching sex, even something as cheesy as this, on TV with any of
his family in the room. Even when nature programs came on and they started
talking about mating habits he would find an excuse to leave the room. His mom
would have a habit of making some crass remark to make his father laugh and he
just hated the whole thing.

Claire was embarrassed too. She had just come in for drink when she'd heard the
TV and been drawn to see what was on. Of course, it was just her younger
brother, Mike, slobbing out again, watching rubbish as usual. She was just
about to leave when the sex scene came on. She didn't know what to do; if she
left Mike would think she was uncool and embarrassed and if she stayed it would
be embarrassing anyway.

She tried to act cool and perched herself on the end of the sofa. Claire felt
some remark was in order so she said:

"Jeez, she's got big breasts."

At 17, Claire was fairly flat chested herself, a constant source of
embarrassment to her, especially when she compared herself to some of the
bigger chested, more popular girls at school.

Mike cringed at the comment. Things got worse when the pusher said:

"Oh yeah, that's good sis!"

Mike groaned inwardly and Claire just said "Gross!"

Mike felt some comment of his own was now in order. The image of someone making
love to their own sister was a disturbing idea. His cock seemed have other
ideas and swelled even more. Mike shifted slightly to ease the pressure and
tried to distance himself from the signals his cock was sending:

"Yeah, he'd have to be pretty desperate to pork his own sis."

Caroline was angry with the turn of events. She'd only come in to get a drink
and here she was watching some girl let her brother make love to her! She felt
a comeback was necessary:

" Yeah? Well she'd have to be mad to sleep with her brother........"

A silence descended. At that moment they both realised what they'd said. They
had both uttered those words expressing their contempt for those who would make
love to their own brother or sister, but the very act of saying so conjured up
the image of what they were denying to themselves. Both Claire and Mike were
thinking what it would be like if that was THEM in the bed together. The image
was unsettling and disturbing.

Claire was a little shocked and befuddled by her thoughts. Mike was lying on
the couch in just his cut-off jeans and a T-shirt. He was a good looking boy of
15, far more popular at school than she ever was. She knew the girls at school
fancied him, even some of the older girls in her class had made comments on his
looks. Sometimes she wanted to scream at them for being so stupid; Claire
considered him a mindless slob, but deep down she envied his casual grace.

Michael was also taken aback. Claire was perched on the end of the sofa in just
her bikini, and at 17, her body was beautiful, slim and firm. There suddenly
seemed to be far too much female flesh on display. To break the sudden tension
that had developed he decided on a snide remark:

"Yeah, well, at least HIS sis has got tits", a reference to Claire's much
smaller endowment.

Claire turned on him. She suddenly felt on safe ground with bickering.

'Tits, that's all guys think about', she said bitterly.

Michael sensed the hurt. He knew that was the one subject that upset Claire and
so he eased off. To try and placate her he said:

"Hey, small tits are ok too", then jokingly, referring to his own lack of sex
life he added, "Any tits would be nice!"

Claire winced at Mike's crudity and said:

"I don't understand why guys get so hung up on them."

Mike liked talking about tits, and said childishly:

"I wish I was a girl then I could feel my tits all day."

Claire threw a cushion at him.

"You're gross!" she exclaimed.

Mike, found it the image of Claire touching herself up funny, yet arousing,
"Yeah, I bet that's what you do!"

"I do not!" Claire replied indignantly, for want of a better reply.

Mom and Dad weren't home so Mike started chanting: "Claire gropes her titties,
Claire gropes her titties!" like a moron.

Ostensibly to try and shut him up, yet with the secret need to feel his animal
warmth and his hard body, Claire jumped on him and tried to hit him with the
cushion.

With Claire looming over him, Mike grabbed at her wrists to stop her. He was
much more powerful than her and it was fairly easy to stop her, though she
wriggled like a fish to get away. Mike lay and enjoyed the pleasurable
sensations of his near-naked sister struggling on his body. The fact that his
sister was now sitting on his erection in a parody of what they'd just seen on
TV was not lost on him.

'Oh, sis, that feels so good!' he said, mimicking the pusher.

Getting the reference Claire blushed furiously but felt unable to reply.

'Let's see those titties' Mike joked, but he realised they were now both
breathing hard and not from the exertion alone.

They both felt they was no way back. With her hands held, Claire felt
deliciously powerless to prevent Mike from doing whatever he wanted to her.
Mike suddenly felt desperate to see her breasts but unable to go further.

Sensing Mike's hesitation, Caroline urged "Don't you dare!"

Seizing that opportunity Mike held both her wrists with one hand and pulled at
her bikini top. It came away easily, leaving her breasts naked and exposed.
They were beautiful. Small and firm with large puffy nipples that stood erect
with the arousal Claire now felt astride her brother's body.

Claire was now breathing heavily and looked down at him defiantly. Mike was
mesmerized by them. His cock became rigid with arousal. He fantasized about
girls nearly all the time and now he was up close to these gorgeous breasts.
His instinct was to lick them, suck on them, devour them, but he knew it was
out of the question.

"Let me suck them", he managed to gasp.

"No way", replied Claire indignantly, though she longed for the caress of his
mouth upon them.

"Go on, I'll do anything you want", he begged.

Claire considered, this was a tempting offer and gave her a way out of
appearing to want him to do it.

"Right, firstly let go of my wrists!" she said, and Mike did so instantly.

She jumped off Mike and looked down at him, rubbing her wrists where he had
gripped them tightly. She made no attempt to retrieve her bikini top, she was
enjoying the feeling of having the upper hand for once. She no longer felt
embarrassed about showing off her small chest, she had seen the look in Mike's
face. She suddenly felt a glimmer of the power that women can have over men,
even women like her, with small breasts.

Mike was still lying on the couch, blinking up at her expectantly, so she told
him to get up and let her sit down. He leaped to his feet, all his attention on
her. She sat down and smiled at him sweetly. She knew she didn't have to let
him touch her breasts, she could just play him along, tease HIM for a change,
see how he liked it. She would merely play him along until he got bored. She
knew what she was doing was wrong, 'cock-teasing' she had heard it called, but
it seemed irresistible.

"Well," she said, drawing out the word, "If you want to feel them, you're gonna
have to beg me!"

So Mike started begging, but Claire cut him short:

"On your knees............" she added.

They were kids, playing a very adult game. Mike knelt before her and continued
to plead as earnestly as he could. Claire was enjoying herself and the effect
she was having on him. She wondered how far she could push him:

"..............naked!" she said.

Mike looked up questioningly, was she joking? She definitely had a smirk on her
face. Mike didn't mind stripping off, he was fairly proud of his body, but if
he did she'd see his boner.

"Look Claire", he started to explain, "It's a bit embarrassing, but I've got a
hard on, do I have to take it all off?"

Claire was fascinated. Her brother had an erection? For her? She wanted to see
it.

"Yes, everything", she said imperiously.

Mike shrugged and peeled of his T-shirt then stepped out of his cut-offs
revealing his bulging boxer shorts. Claire's eyes were fixed on the bulge. He
slipped down the shorts and his erection sprang free over the waist band
pointing in her general direction. Claire's heart leaped. It was true, Mike
really was aroused and it was because of her. His cock was almost comical, a
hard lump of flesh springing from his loins, with his hairy testicles hanging
below. They almost looked like they weren't part of him. Claire had never seen
one up close and was tempted to hold it to see what it felt like. Mike looked
so vulnerable with this thing, didn't it hurt him? She suddenly had a dozen
questions.

He looked at her, self-consciously trying to shield the hard on from her gaze
with one hand, he felt a bit humiliated that she was teasing him like this, but
at that moment he would have really done anything to just touch her breasts.

"Now, kneel before me and kiss my feet", Claire ordered.

So Mike did. At last he had been given a chance to express his desire, even if
it was only on his sister's smelly feet. Smelly? They smelled of fresh earth
and grass where she had been walking in the garden. They were definitely a bit
grubby, but Mike set to his task with gusto, first kissing the tops of her
feet, but then drawing down his tongue to her toes, licking and sucking them
then tracing his tongue along her soles.

Claire gasped with pleasure. She had expected him to refuse, or at least just
place a dainty peck on them, but now her naked brother was slathering over her
feet. The sensations ran all the way from her toes, up her legs to her pussy.
She felt herself becoming moist with the sensations.

"Stop, oh stop", she gasped.

But Mike sensed her pleasure and continued, holding her ankles tightly and
devouring her toes.

When he sensed she could not take any more, he knelt up and without even
asking, held her waist, pulled her chest to his mouth and put his lips to her
nipple. The effect was electrifying. The sensations shook Claire's body as her
brother kissed her tender nipple, then began to lick and suck eagerly on her
breasts. She looked down and stroked his curly brown hair then stroked his
broad back as he knelt, hunched between her legs, devouring her. His cock, now
fully erect, brushed against her thighs as he sucked, the sensation thrilling
them both.

Claire was in ecstasy, her brother loved her, more than any other girl in the
world! He could have any of them and he wanted her; look at the passion with
which he was worshipping her body.

Mike was also in ecstasy, his sister's body smelt of a heady mixture of warm
skin, sweat and suntan lotion. Her small but firm breasts felt wonderful in his
mouth, when he sucked, the pert nipples touched the roof of his mouth sending
pleasurable sensations straight to his cock. His sister, who had always seemed
to disapprove of him, was now allowing him to have free reign with her body.
His cock ached to be touched and he wondered how far he could go, or even how
far he should go. His mind was telling him to stop, but his cock wanted more.

Claire never wanted him to stop, but knew that they'd already gone too far.
This display of his passionate love was enough for her and they should stop.
They could always put it down to high spirits and laugh about it later.

She pushed Mike away by his shoulders and he looked up at her, his eyes a bit
dazed.

"Mike, we have to stop this", she said in what she hoped was a no-nonsense
tone.

"I...I....want you, I need you", replied Mike in dismay, trying to lift his
eyes from her glistening breasts and full nipples.

Claire was secretly delighted at his words, but knew she must be strong with
him.

"I know you do Mikey", she said, using her baby name for him, "but its wrong
for you and me to be doing this."

"Who says?" replied Mike angrily, he suddenly felt that Claire had set this
whole thing up to humiliate him in yet another way.

Claire sensed his hurt, but didn't know what to say.

"You know it's wrong!" she replied, lamely.

Mike stood up. His cock was still at half mast and it wavered at the height of
Claire's face. He was furious.

"You fucking cock-tease!", he yelled.

Claire was stung by his words. She hated that expression.

"I'm not - I'm just trying to be sensible - I didn't mean to tease or hurt
you", she replied earnestly.

"You think this is just another fucking game, don't you?", he felt as though he
was on the verge of hitting her.

Claire didn't know how to soothe his anger, instinctively she reached out for
his lovely, smooth cock that was bobbing in front of her face. She had no
experience with cocks, and held it gingerly.

"Mikey, Mikey, I'm sorry." she soothed.

The touch of her hand on his cock was wonderful. His anger dissolved. Mike felt
his balls spasm as if he was about to cum.

"Rub me, rub me, Claire", he pleaded.

His plea was so serious that Claire obliged and inexpertly began to rub his
cock. It felt so delicate that she was afraid she might break it.

"Harder, faster", begged Mike. Her touch was delicious, but she was too goddam
gentle. Frustrated he reached down and held her hand to show her how to do it.
After a few clumsy moments while Mike tried to get Claire to wank him, Claire
withdrew her hand from his grip and left Mike pulling himself off in front of
her. Claire looked on with amazement at the blur his fingers made on his cock.
He treated it much more harshly than she felt she could.

"Help me", he groaned.

Claire wasn't sure what he wanted.

"What?" she asked.

"Suck it", he said and thrust his cock clumsily in her face.

Claire recoiled - she didn't want it in her mouth.

"No, Mike!" she exclaimed.

But at that moment he came and thick gobs of his cum spattered her face, hair,
shoulders and breasts. Mike's orgasm continued for some seconds and he groaned
while Claire sat stupified with amazement.

Eventually he slumped back down on to the sofa next to her, avoiding her eyes.
When he eventually looked up he saw his sister, covered in his cum, looking at
him. She looked so funny that he laughed. The laughter broke the tension and
she laughed too, wiping the sperm from her face and wiping it on his naked
torso.

"Have this back!" she laughed.

This started more frolics and they ended up wrestling on the sofa, with Claire
trying to wipe the cum from her body on to his.

When they finally stopped the horseplay, leaning back exhausted on either end
of the sofa, Mike said:

"I suppose we should have a cigarette now, that's what they do in the movies".

Claire laughed.

"That wasn't sex - that was you jerking off", she said.

Mike's cock was beginning to recover and lazily rolled up his thigh.

"Do you want to try then?" he quizzed, only half-jokingly, letting the question
hang in the air.

"Not with you!" Claire responded, but her pussy was moist.

"Just asking", he said, nonchalantly, but his erecting cock betrayed him.

"You want to, don't you?" Claire teased.

"Not with you!" Mike mimicked, then, "but I'd love to see your snatch!"

"Oh god, men!" Claire said, but she was interested to know what Mike would
think of her pussy.

"I showed you mine - you show me yours", said Mike, mimicking a kid.

Claire gave in easily.

"Alright then", she said, in a resigned sort of way and putting both legs on
the sofa, peeled off her bikini bottoms and dropped them on the floor.

Mike looked on hungrily, but Claire had her legs together.

"Open your legs then", he said, testily.

Claire obliged, coyly revealing her vagina to Mike's gaze. She was unshaven,
except for her bikini line. Her pussy lips were swollen and parted with
arousal.

Mike looked on with interest. This was the closest he'd ever come to seeing
'live' beaver and he wanted to touch and feel it. Gently he put his fingers to
her and stroked it. He slid his thumb up the wet crack and Claire tried to
remain still but when he tried to push his thumb any deeper Claire stopped him.

"Do you jerk off too?" he asked

"Yes", replied Claire, a little embarrassed, "But nothing like the way you do!"

"I'd love to watch", said Mike, his cock now fully erect again.

"Why?" asked Claire.

"I guess because I've never seen it before", he replied simply.

"Well all I do is just rub here", she indicated her clitoris, "until I have an
orgasm."

"Show me!", grinned Mike.

Claire was too embarrassed to let herself go like that, she was no slut.

"Not now, maybe another time. Listen", she said, changing the subject, "Mom
will be home pretty soon, we'd better clean up & get dressed."

But Mike just wanted things to remain as they were.

"What about this?" he said, indicating his erection.

Claire was unsure.

"Can't you just jerk yourself off again? But preferably not on me!" she added.

"Yeah, I suppose, but its harder the second time - I need to feel you against
me."

Claire liked his honesty and put one of her naked feet on his balls.

"Like that?" she teased

The feel of her soft sole on his balls was cool and delicious. Mike closed his
eyes, put his head back and began to rub himself again. Claire moved closer and
studied her younger brother. He was certainly handsome and like this, in the
powerful grip of pleasure, was almost god-like. Claire was moved by what he was
doing. She wanted to be closer to him, by closing his eyes he seemed to shut
her out. Claire realised that she was dangerously close to falling in love with
him.

"Mike", she whispered.

No response.

"Mikey", she repeated.

His eyes flickered.

"Mikey, I love you, I'll do anything you want of me", she said softly.

Mike's eyes flickered open and his hand stopped moving. He stared at her.

"Anything?" he said, amazed at her change of her heart.

"Yes", said Claire, simply; the mere act of confirming he love for him made her
stomach flip.

"I wanna fuck you so bad", gulped Mike. "Open your legs wide again."

Claire obeyed. Mike fumbled into position until his cock was at the entrance to
her glistening vagina. Claire's eyes were closed.

"Look at me", demanded Mike.

Claire opened her eyes.

"Do you want this?" he asked, searchingly.

"Yes my love", said Claire. "Take me, I want to be yours, forever."

Mike halted at the second use of the word 'love'.

"What do you mean, 'love'?", he asked.

Claire was puzzled, she was about to give her all to him and now he was
hesitating?

"I mean, I love you. More than anyone else, I want to be your girlfriend as
well as your sister."

This shocked Mike, his swollen cock started to soften.

"No way Claire - I can't be your boyfriend!" he exclaimed, horrified.

"I thought you wanted me, couldn't do without me - would do anything for me?"
she said.

"Yeah, to fuck you I would", he responded.

The word 'fuck' now was so unappealing so harsh, that Claire jumped up, out
from under Mike.

"You bastard!', she yelled.

"Stupid bitch!" he hurled back.

The kids stood by the sofa naked, their clothes strewn on the floor, hurling
insults at each other........

.....which is how their mother found them as she came through the backdoor,
laden with shopping.........


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