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Chapter One

You know how you see a science fiction movie and it seems so real that you wish it really was real?

Well ... maybe not all of them ... like War of the Worlds. But it would be totally cool to be able to be invisible, or to have a death ray or something like that.

Anyway, the point is that just like you can't believe sci fi stuff is real, sometimes things happen that are real, but they're just as hard to believe.

And that happened to me.

Something hard to believe.

I should just start. It's a long story, and I'm sure your time is valuable.

With some things, it's hard to figure out where it all started. But with this story it's easy.

It all started one night when I went to the bathroom that my sister and I share. We have adjoining bedrooms, with this bathroom between us. Each of us has our own bathroom door. And she was in there, but hadn't locked the door on my side. We're supposed to lock the door when we're in there. It's a rule. Mom and Dad said so after I started getting boners. So anyway, I had to pee, so I opened the door and there was Phoenix, standing in front of the mirror naked. She was holding her digital camera beside her face and smiling, and just as I opened the door the flash went off.

Of course she squealed and her hands went to cover her boobs. And all I could think of at that moment was that it was me who would be in trouble. I mean she was naked and I was looking at her ... you know?

And I have to say that was really interesting. I hadn't seen Phoenix naked since we were like ten or something. And let me tell you, a lot changes in five years. Believe me!

Like she had real boobs now. I'd seen them pushing out her shirts, of course. I mean you couldn't miss it. I looked at every woman's boobs from the time I was twelve until ... well ... I guess I still do. But that's not the point. The point is that my whiny little sister didn't look all that little any more.

Except for between her legs. There, she still looked like she was eleven. No hair. Nothing. Bare as a baby's butt.

So anyway, there I was freaking out, because I was sure that little squeal was going to turn into a bunch of screaming and our parents would come running and I'd be grounded for life or something.

And then the strangest thing happened. My sister stared at me with eyes the size of dinner plates and she took a huge breath. But instead of screaming, she begged.

"Please don't tell Mom!" she whispered. It was a loud whisper, probably because of all that breath she took in, but it was definitely a whisper.

Now, I might have only been seventeen, and I might have been very ordinary looking, and maybe I never have figured out how to talk to a girl, but none of that means I'm stupid.

It was instinct to say "I should!"

"Please, Tut!" she begged, and her hands reached out to me.

Just remembering that makes me pause ... seeing those delicious, round breasts, with such dark, almost wine colored nipples. It was shocking then, and I remember the shock now. I also notice our names. I'm used to it, but I'm also used to explaining it to people who don't know us.

Our parents are archaeologists. They met on a dig in Egypt, and mom got pregnant with me there. They don't know I know, but I found their marriage license in an old box of stuff, and it is dated only three months before I was born. Anyway, they named me Thutmose, which means 'Born of Thoth'. Thoth was my dad's nickname, because that's what the locals called him at that dig. It means Ibis, and he is tall and skinny, with long legs and what could pass for a hooked nose. When Phoenix came along a year later, her hair was this really, dark red, and they stuck with the Egyptian naming theme. Around the house we shortened my name to Tut and Phoenix's to Phee.

Anyway, I was standing there, dumb struck, because I suddenly realized my sister was a fricking babe! And that made me feel even more like I was in trouble because all of a sudden I was thinking things brothers aren't supposed to think about their sisters, and my cock was getting hard.

So I turned around and ran.

I didn't actually run, of course, but I retreated ... went to my room ... closed the door.

Ten minutes later I felt like a complete pervert, because I had just jerked off ... while thinking about what I had just seen.

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Well, I guess it was too weird for both of us, because we both acted like nothing had happened at all. Life went on. Of course it wasn't the same life. At least not for me. I couldn't possibly forget those round breasts, with the dark nipples, and all that dark red hair against her pale, white skin. And those pussy lips. All I could think about was what they might feel like if I licked them.

See what I mean? I was a complete pervert.

I have to say, though, that it sure helped when I looked at other girls, and thought what used to be perverted things about them. It didn't seem so bad any more to think about them that way.

Like her best friends Beth and Danni, for instance. They came over all the time, and were on the cheerleading squad with Phee. About half of the cheer squad hung out with Phee on a pretty regular basis, but Beth and Danni were the hottest. Danni was tall, even taller than my five-eight, and she had that supermodel look that went with being slim. Her boobs looked big sometimes, but not always. What I mean is that none of the girls' boobs looked big when they were in uniform. The administration of Brazelton High School not only made them wear really supportive sports bras, but they had thick embroidered megaphones, with the initials of the school "BHS" on them, that covered the whole chest. It kind of flattened everybody out. But when Danni was in jeans and a T shirt, and she cocked her hip like she did a lot, I had to go somewhere else before anybody saw my dick getting hard.

Beth, on the other hand, was the Xena Warrior Princess of the group. She was short, maybe 5-4, but she had huge tits, and muscles on her muscles. It wasn't that she was Popeye or anything. I mean she looked all girl, even with the muscles. I guess you'd say all that female brawn just gave her a super healthy look, like a lot of serious soft-ballers, or gymnasts like Mary Lou Rettin have. She was sixteen, like Danni. I don't think I ever saw her in jeans or pants. She always wore a skirt of some kind. I figured she liked showing off those fabulous legs.

While I'm at it, I might as well tell you about the other three who made up the pack of girls who were to change my life so much. Two of the others were fifteen, like my sister, while the third was sixteen, like Danni and Beth. Together, the six of them made up the freshman and sophomore cheerleaders. I never figured out whether they hung together because the juniors and seniors had their own clique or what, but that's how it turned out.

Anyway, there was Denise, who was the blond of the group. She was flat, but really pretty. Denise tried to tell me what to do when she was around, but I pretty much ignored her. Danni, on the other hand, had this trick that I didn't understand of making me do what she wanted. Like Denise might say "Hey Tut! Get me a soda!" and I'd pop off with "You know where the fridge is." But if Danni said it ... I got her the soda. Don't ask me why. It was just like that. And I never got anything for it. I mean she never flirted with me or anything like that. None of them did.

The other Freshman was Frankie, the weird one. You never knew what color her hair was going to be, and sometimes it was three colors at once. That hair stuck out all over too, like it wasn't combed, except it never looked ragged. If you really looked at Frankie hard, you could tell she probably spent more time on her hair than any of the rest of them. It was hard to tell what Frankie's body was like, because she wore a lot of oversize, loose clothing, like sweatshirts and baggy pants. When she was in her uniform, though, she had slim, well-toned legs, and she could jump way high and do all those athletic kicks cheerleaders are so good at. She was always saying weird things too. Like one time she came up and stood right in front of me, almost touching me. She's an inch shorter than me, so she had to look up. And she stares at me and says "So, how 'bout that string theory? What dimension are you from?" Frankie is weird. But, having said that, I have to say she has these almond shaped eyes, and a spray of freckles that goes from one cheek across her nose to the other cheek, above lush lips that I have always wanted to kiss. I don't want to kiss Frankie, mind you ... just those lips.

And last, but truly not least was Roberta, who was a babe for sure, but was also one of those mean girls, who is just trouble. She would lie and do things that she blamed on others. She liked to shoplift. I wasn't supposed to know a lot of what she did, but you hear things, you know? I tried not to have anything to do with Roberta. That wasn't hard because she'd had a fight with the rest of them a while back, and I guess they hadn't kissed and made up yet, because I hadn't seen her around for a couple of months.

So that was the group of girls who tormented my life on a regular basis, particularly when they came for a sleepover. They all acted like they lived there, and like I was either their servant, or some disgusting mutant that my parents had found under a rock on one of their digs.

And this was the group that assembled just weeks after I saw my sister naked, taking a picture of herself in the mirror in the bathroom.

They came for a sleepover.

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Now as I go on with my story, I'm quite sure that you, the reader, are going to connect some dots that I didn't connect. And that's fine. You, the reader, are not a seventeen-year-old boy, confused most of the time and scared the rest, because the world doesn't make all that much sense. Not to mention the flood of hormones rushing through your veins, or the fact that your brain isn't finished growing yet. But the only way I can tell you this story is the way I remember it happening. And I did not connect some dots at the time they were thrown around.

Such as, for example, all the flashes of light their cameras made, and which I saw under the door to Phee's room, or under her bathroom door, if mine was open. I mean so they were taking pictures. Girls do that, right? Especially at sleepovers. It goes along with all that screaming and yipping ... all those coyote sounds that girls make when they gather. And I didn't connect the dot that was Phee taking a picture of herself naked to the dots that were all those camera flashes. Who, for example, would believe that a bunch of girls in high school would get naked together and act all strange?

Well ... come to think of it ... I did have some clues along that line too. That's because while I was surfing the web one night, I stumbled upon a tumblr site. I am told there are all kinds of tumblr sites, but the kind I'm talking about was page after page of thumbnails of nudity and debauchery. And each site has a list of people who follow that site, and each of those people has their own site, with pages of naked, frolicking people.

In other words, I hit the mother lode of pictures that a teenaged boy could spend literally hours staring at.

It was quite an education in some ways. Some people like some pretty weird things. Like sticking things in their butt. What's up with that? And tying people up, and gagging them with balls in their mouth? People like that?!

But the important part, for the purposes of this story, were the pictures of groups of teenaged girls ... naked ... in somebody's bedroom ... doing all manner of interesting things.

In other words, other dots I never connected. I just could not fathom that such goings on might be happening right on the other side of my wall, with all those girls I told you about.

But they were.

How I found out about this fact was interesting in itself. In fact, it was tumblr that drew the line that connected that particular dot for me. It happened like this.

It was three months after I had seen Phee naked. We only had two weeks of school left. I was going to be a senior the next year, and had a part time job lined up for the summer at this Japanese sushi and steakhouse place down town. I think I was their token white guy, because everybody I had seen in that place except the diners was Oriental.

Anyway, Phee was having another slumber party - they came around about every couple of months - and all the girls were there. They had taken over the family room and kitchen. Our parents were out for the night, having learned long ago there was no sleeping during a sleepover. Not until two in the morning, anyway.

It was about that time, in fact, after things had calmed down and had been quiet for half an hour or so. I thought they were all still out in the family room. Sometimes they crashed out there, in nests made of every blanket and quilt our family owned. I had been reading with my headphones on, listening to Uncle Kracker, and I got up to go to the bathroom before I turned off my light.

I opened my bathroom door, and there was another naked teenaged girl in there.

This time it was Danni.

Danni's reaction to me seeing her was completely different than Phee's had been. Danni didn't yelp, or jump. She was brushing her hair, which was that kind of brown hair that has golden highlights in it. She looked over at me, and then looked back at the mirror and put the brush down. She used both hands to pull her hair into a ponytail and used a scrunchy to tie it up.

"I'm using the bathroom," she said, calmly.

I, of course, was staring at her body. Her breasts were bigger than they looked when she was dressed. Her areolas and nipples were the same color, which was a light brown that was barely darker than her skin. I glanced down and, though the angle was wrong for a good look, I saw no evidence of hair sticking out.

She glanced at me again.

"Leave, pervert!" she snapped.

I left, but it was different this time. I didn't feel guilty for some reason. True, I could see under the door that the light was on in there before I opened it. But Phee left the light on all the time. It was something I nagged her about.

And, of course ... Danni wasn't my sister.

Suddenly I wasn't sleepy any more. I was horny instead. I needed to beat off.

I went to my computer. There was a tumblr site I had saved, because it had some good pictures on the first page, so I went to that one and started looking for a picture to click on and blow up. I found a couple, and opened them in new tabs. I found several that, when viewed large, were good for what I wanted, and I saved them to the folder I used for beat off material. I paged down and found more, and got distracted. It was rare that I found so many pictures on a single site that I wanted to save. I'm pretty picky, actually, about the pictures I save. The girl has to have the right look on her face, or I can't plug her into any of my fantasies. She can't look too slutty. She can't look like a pro, posing for money. I really like the candid ones, the amateur ones.

Like the groups of naked girls in somebody's bedroom ... doing all manner of things with each other ... and sometimes a boy or two.

I saw several of those kinds of thumbnails and opened them in other tabs. I had about ten tabs open when I started going to each one to see the picture large.

On the fourth one I looked at, the naked girls I was suddenly looking at were the girls who were currently inhabiting the family room in my house. And the bathroom not ten feet from me.

I realized that either Phee or Roberta must have taken the picture, because neither of them was in it. The other four girls were on Phee's bed, laughing, side by side, their naked skin all rubbing up against each other.

I stared in disbelief. My fingers went through the normal sequence of saving the picture. Muscle memory did it all, including clicking on the little x in the tab to make it go away so I could see another one. As it disappeared I leaned forward and said "No!" out loud. I hadn't meant to close it. Then, about the time I realized I'd saved it, and could look at it any time I wanted, the next one registered.

It was Frankie and Beth. Beth was laid back against the headboard of Phee's bed, and Frankie was licking her pussy.

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I had forgotten about beating off.

Well, I suppose that's not technically correct. I was thinking about beating off, but I couldn't resist looking for one more picture of the girls. I'd found six so far. I had actually printed them out in four by six format, so I could look at them as a group. And I'd have been most happy to beat off to any of the six, especially the one of Frankie licking Beth's split. Beth wasn't shaved, but you could see her pussy lips real easily. You could actually see Frankie's tongue pushing those pussy lips apart, and the look on Beth's face made it unquestionably clear that she didn't mind this perversion at all.

Of course, being a pervert myself, I didn't either. And, of course, my fantasy just had Frankie getting Beth all lubed up for the main event. And ... of course ... that would be my dick in her pussy.

There seemed to be one picture of the girls on each page of this person's site. The name of it was iloveyoungtits.tumblr.com, and my feeling that it would have things I liked had been right. Besides the pictures of the girls I actually knew, I was also saving an average of ten other shots per page. I was ragingly hard, but just couldn't take the time to ease the burn, so to speak. I had to look for that one more picture I knew I'd find, and that I knew I'd cry about if I quit before I found it. You know what I mean. While I had six pictures of my sister's friends, none of them showed either Roberta or my sister. So I kept looking. Did I mention I'm a pervert?

And I did find it. I paged down, and there it was, right in the middle of the page. It was what I call a tall shot, which means it is of the female standing, usually in a pose by herself. They take up double the space on the page, which means the bloggers only keep the best ones. And this one was a doozy.

It was also Phee.

She was naked, standing there with her arms not quite hanging, looking dead at the camera. She was coming out of our bathroom, but it didn't look like they had ambushed her with the camera. It looked more like she expected someone to take it ... and didn't really mind.

I stared. When I'd barged in on her in the bathroom, I hadn't had time to really look, of course. Now I did. I saved the picture and then opened it with Windows Image Viewer and clicked full screen.

Man! She was so beautiful! It was incredible. I had lived with this girl all my life, but had never realized how sexy and beautiful she could be. As my eyes devoured her breasts I reached and squeezed my bone. I peered at her pussy. Her vulva made what I believe is called a split peach and all I could think about was how fuckable she looked. I almost groaned, but for some reason, kept it in. It's probably good I did, because unknown to me the girls had snuck into my room through the bathroom. The first I knew about that was when Beth spoke in this voice that was just full of disgust and scorn.

"What are you doing?! That's Phoenix!"

I jumped like I'd been stuck with a pin. And I'm talking about one of those old fashioned hat pins like my mother carries with her everywhere. It had belonged to her Great-Aunt Fiona or some such thing, and while it was undeniably a weapon in my mother's skilled hands, no police type ever thought anything about it because she told them it was an antique and her good luck charm.

Anyway, the chair tipped too far and I sprawled. I saw all five of them, upside down. Most of them were looking at the screen.

"Hey! That's the one Roberta took!" gasped Frankie.

"Where did you get that?" demanded Danni. She stepped forward and peered over Frankie's shoulder at the screen.

Phee saw the pile of pictures I'd printed and went to pick them up. She leafed through them. The printer finally finished processing the last request and began printing out the most recent picture.

The one of her.

I sat there. I'm sure I looked surprised, because I was pretty much astonished with what was happening. I tried to think of something to say. There was nothing there, though. I had nothing.

I was screwed.

Apparently they were pretty surprised too, because other than a lot of milling around, there was no screaming. I was pretty sure the screaming would come, though, and in the panic that consumed my brain, the only thing I could revert to was habit and tradition.

"You didn't knock!" I blurted. "Get out of my room!"

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The milling around stopped. In fact, all movement in the room stopped. It was like we were suddenly statues in Madam Whoever-she-is's wax museum in California. We went one time when I was little, and it looked like that.

Then Denise - good old Denise - said "Nice try, buster. But we caught you. First you peeked at Danni and now this!"

And that, believe it or not, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. The indignation I felt was based primarily in the lie that I had intentionally peeked at Danni. My macho teen pride couldn't take that accusation. Almost instantly a number of facts popped into my mind, and I began to use them in a rapid-fire verbal assault on the people who had just ambushed me in my own room. I stood quickly and I swear the whole crowd swayed backwards, as if I were actually dangerous.

"I did not peek at Danni!" I started. "But even if I had, what was she doing in my bathroom stark naked?!" I folded my arms, which made me feel powerful. "There is no shower in our bathroom, and no conceivable reason to be naked in there. And this, as you call it, is another thing." I waved my hand at the sheaf of prints still in Phee's hand. "Why is it that I'm seeing photographs of my sister and her friends naked on the fricking internet? What do you think all your parents are going to think when they see these pictures?" I looked down my nose at them. The only one as tall as me was Danni, and I ignored her.

I had the sweet feeling of having gotten away with it, until Danni leaned over and whispered in Phee's ear. Phee's eyes, which had been bouncing between me and the pictures in her hands, looked down at my groin. Sudden despair crashed into me, because I remembered I was wearing an older pair of sports shorts, which were thin and tight.

"You have a boner, Tut," said my sister, much too calmly.

Four other pair of eyes slid down my body and I couldn't help but look too. There it was, pushing those fricking shorts out like there was a lead pipe inside.

Suddenly it was too loud to think, as girls squealed. I swear one or two of them actually screamed. They exploded into movement, but it was useless motion, that didn't accomplish anything. I didn't realize it then, but they were just burning off energy their bodies didn't know what to do with.

Eventually Phee yelled "Shut up!" and they calmed down. All I could think of was that it was a good thing our folks were out at a movie, because if they'd come storming in to see what was causing all the noise, they'd have seen the screen too. And while I had used the nuclear threat against them, I had no intention of ever breathing a single word of this to anybody's parents. I was fully aware that the very first question aimed at me in a situation like that would be "What the hell were you doing surfing sites like that?!"

Interestingly, they did shut up. Phee said "My room!" and people began to flow towards my bathroom door, like they all knew that was the shortest way to get to their destination. Part of my brain thought it was interesting they'd all do that. Not one of them went for the door to the hallway. But I was distracted when Danni reached for my wrist and said "Come on. You too."

Remember how I told you that when Danni ordered me around, I obeyed? I did then too. I just started walking. It wasn't until I got to the bathroom, and looked through to see Frankie, Denise and Phee already in her room, that I stopped. Danni had anticipated my reluctance, apparently, because she was behind me. She put her hands on my hips, and said "Keep going, Romeo."

Now I have to explain something here. It was warm. I was dressed in those shorts I told you about, but that was all. And while every one of these girls had, at one time or another, poked me, prodded me, slapped me, kicked me, punched me and so forth, it was a rare event indeed for one of them to put her hands on me in what my brain could only interpret as an intimate touch.

Danni's hands, on my hips, weren't gripping, or pushing or doing anything aggressive. They were just there. It was almost a caress, with just a hint of a suggestion for me to keep moving. And her voice came from right above my left shoulder. I could actually feel her breath on my skin. That, and her astonishing characterization of me as "Romeo" short circuited my brain and I kept walking. When she said "Good boy," and I felt her breath on my skin again, I felt my cock lurch and, if anything, get even harder.

The brain is an astonishing thing. Within the next two seconds, I had a complete and total fantasy that involved Danni's hands sliding around my waist, and dipping into my shorts, which somehow ended up with me on top of her, both of us naked, of course, and me doing what I had only seen done in internet porn videos.

That only lasted a couple of seconds, however, because as I entered Phee's room, and I realized all the girls were staring at me - staring at my shorts, actually - Danni gave me a violent shove and barked "Get in there, pervert!"

I realized something was wrong. Nothing was going like it should. Girls should be screaming at me, but they weren't. I should be screaming at them, but I wasn't. I shouldn't even be in Phee's room, but I was. The girls shouldn't be looking at my boner.

But they were.

It was at this point that I realized I was in an other-worldly, science fiction type of existence. I didn't have a DeLorean, and I hadn't gone 88 miles per hour, but I was in some other time and place. At least it seemed that way then.

Again, that was just too much for my psyche to deal with, so again, I reverted to the normal. My sister and her friends had dragged me into Phee's room. Her territory. Where she had the advantage. But I was the big brother.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound firm.

"We know what you want!" crowed Danni, and I swear she reached out and slapped the tip of my boner. It wasn't hard, and it didn't hurt. Her fingers just brushed the bulge, actually, but it shocked me into frozen silence. Somebody else snickered.

Denise stepped forward.

"We need to know where you got those pictures."

She said it in such a reasonable way that I answered automatically.

"They were on the internet."

"That's not possible," she said.

"The site is still up on my computer," I reminded her.

"Wait here," said Beth, and she darted back into the bathroom. Phee followed her. I stood there, looking at the remaining three girls. Only Danni was looking at my face.

"Who's that boner for?" she asked softly.

"Danni!" squealed Frankie.

"Yes!" agreed Denise, sounding surprised, as if she had just thought of that. "Who is it for?"

I didn't answer. It was for all of them, and I knew better than to say that.

Danni came over to stand in front of me. I could feel her breath on my chin.

"Is it for Denise?"

I still didn't answer.

"You printed a picture of Phee. Is it for her? Are you really a pervert?"

I remembered the picture of Phee. I remembered looking at that split peach between her legs, and wondering what it would be like to slide my prick into that split. I felt my cock jump, and I heard Frankie gasp.

Then I imagined David Steppington, my best friend, looking at that picture of Phee. He had told me countless times how hot he thought she was, but he was too chicken to ask her out. I knew exactly what he'd do if he had that picture. The thought of him beating off to her made me want to explode.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking?" I blurted. "Putting yourselves naked on the internet? Where anybody can see you?"

"We didn't do that!" yelped Frankie.

I looked at her. "Yeah, right. Those pictures I printed are just a figment of my imagination."

"Yes," said Danni, moving another inch closer to me. I felt the tips of her breasts touch my chest. "Let's talk about your imagination, Tut." She let her hips slide forward until I felt her touch the tip of my boner with her ... body. She slid her hips sideways and smiled at me. I couldn't believe it!

"Danni!" gasped Frankie. "You slut!"

Danni looked over at her, but didn't back away from me.

"You know the plan," she said calmly. "This doesn't change anything. If anything ... it's perfect. Now we know he's a pervert."

"Plan? What plan?" I asked.

I didn't get an answer, though, because my sister and Beth came back into the room. My sister was actually growling, she was so mad.

"They're all there," she growled. "Every fucking picture we ever took is on that site. Roberta fucked us! She posted them. It had to be her." She stopped suddenly. "Wait!"

She went to her desk, where her own computer was, and opened the top right drawer. She pulled stuff out and reached back into that rear of the drawer. Her hand went all around.

"It's gone," she said, sounding defeated. "She must have taken it at the last sleepover she was at."

"You mean the one when you called her a cunt and said you'd never invite her over again?" asked Danni.

My sister turned on her, rage in her face. "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No," said Danni, calmly. "You did the right thing. She was a monumental bitch, way too much of the time. And this just proves we could never trust her. I only wish we had something of her to put on the internet to pay her back."

"Well we don't," said Frankie, who wasn't nearly as freaked out as she had been. "The only pictures of her naked are on that flash drive."

"Then we have to get it back," said Beth.

"If she still has it," said Frankie. She went on. "And if she hasn't erased them already."

"How do we get it back?" asked Denise. "There's no way she'll invite any of us over. She knows we agreed with Phee."

"We'll think of something," said Danni. "Meanwhile, I think we should proceed with our original plan for tonight."

"You're kidding!" whispered Frankie.

All the girls looked at me, for some reason. I had been standing there, listening to them, trying to get my boner to wilt before somebody concentrated on it again. The problem was that, based on their conversation, I was being reminded of the fact that these girls had frolicked about naked, taking pictures of each other, and that besides the ones I had already, there were some of Roberta nude too. She was arguably one of the best looking of all of them, and that image didn't help me in my goal. Still, I tried thinking of something else. I was already embarrassed enough.

But it was too late. Like they had practiced it, all the girls looked first at my face, and then their eyes dropped to my groin.

"You never answered my question, Tut," said Danni.

"Question?" My voice cracked, probably because I hadn't used it much recently, and my mouth was dry.

"Who is that boner for, Tut?"

"You are such a slut," sighed my sister. I wondered if she was addressing the comment at Danni ... or me. With a very small measure of relief, I decided it was Danni as she went on. "This was a stupid idea in the first place. Now that he's seen those pictures, it's even worse."

"Why?" asked Danni. "He'd have seen us that way sooner or later ... don't you think?"

"He's right here, people!" said Frankie, acid in her voice. "He can hear you talking."

"This isn't working out at all like I hoped it would," whined Beth.

They were starting to sound so normal that it lulled me into thinking I could say something.

"I'll just go back to my room now," I said, and headed for the bathroom.

At least three of them yelled "Stop!" at the top of their lungs.

I turned. I took a shot.

"Look," I said, and was a little amazed that they all stayed silent and waited for me to go on. "I found these pictures by accident. I wasn't going to tell anybody about them. I was going to confront you guys and tell you how stupid it was to put them online. Obviously that's no longer relevant. So I'll just go back to my room, and you guys can decide what you want to do about Roberta or whatever. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody about the pictures."

Danni looked at Phee. Then, as if I hadn't said a fricking word, she said, "Okay. So he wasn't supposed to see the pictures yet, but he did. I had to wait almost an hour in that stupid bathroom before he barged in and saw me naked tonight. I know it's all screwed up, but I say we go ahead as planned."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. My mind was looking at the part of her comment that suggested she had wanted me to see her naked in the bathroom.

Phee looked upset. That's rare. She's really easygoing. Finally she said, "Look. I went along with this stupid idea because you guys are my friends. But ... I didn't think we would actually do anything!"

Denise looked shocked. "But ... you were with us when we went in there to talk to him!"

"And that's all I thought it would be - talk! I thought he'd laugh at you ... us ... and we'd leave and it would be over."

"He wasn't laughing," said Danni. She looked at me and let her eyes drop to my groin. I realized suddenly that my boner was gone. I almost sighed with relief, but it didn't seem to matter to Danni that it was gone. She went on. "He had a stiffy ... even if he wouldn't admit who it was for."

Phee just stood there, looking upset.

"I get it," said Frankie, reaching out to touch Phee on the shoulder. "He was looking at your picture."

Phee looked at me. I had never seen that look on her face, and I had no idea what it meant, except that suddenly I was ashamed of being the pervert I knew I was.

"I'm sorry, Phee," I said.

Almost instantly I decided that had been the wrong thing to say. That's because all the girls stiffened, and moved. Danni came toward me. "Sorry for what, Tut? Sorry for getting a boner for your sister? You are a pervy little sneak!"

I know it's probably distracting, but I have to explain what I saw, because that led to what I did, and you need to understand why I did what I did. For some reason, those three little words: "I'm sorry, Phee," had a much bigger impact on all the girls than it should have. Each one reacted to it, and I could see the reaction on their faces. And in all cases except Phoenix, that reaction was anger. I could understand that. I could understand how they could be disgusted with a pervert who got hard for his own sister. But the look on my sister's face was of hurt. I just figured it was hurt that I had betrayed her trust or something like that, and I didn't want to hurt her. So I blurted out something that was designed to try to lessen that hurt.

Except that I blurted without thinking. Had I just taken Phee aside and explained it to her, everything would have been fine. The girls had been pissed off at me before, and would be again, but they were a transitory presence in the house. I could deal with their displeasure, but I had to live with Phee. So I blurted out the half truth that I hoped would ease her pain.

"The boner was for all of you!" I shouted.

Chapter Two

All movement stopped again. Voices died down. Phoenix said, "Really?" sounding surprised, and a smidgeon happier, so I thought I had eked out at least a partial victory.

"Absolutely," I said. "All your friends are ... um ... inspiring." Don't ask me why I chose that word.

Then things got weird again.

"But not me," said Phoenix.

"What?"

"I'm not ... inspiring," she said. Her voice was flat.

In case any of you readers out there are males in your early teens ... this is the kind of thing waiting for you when you get involved with girls. They do not do what they are expected to do, or act like they are expected to act. And what they do do and how they do act, is incomprehensible to the average guy. And I'm fully aware that I'm not the expert. I'm just sayin'.

Not being stupid, I heard a clue that I had hurt my sister's feelings.

"Not at all," I said, naysaying her suggestion. The girls stiffened as one, though, and I realized they had interpreted what I'd said completely wrong. "You're not inspiring. You're smokin' hot," I said in a panic.

It was Frankie who put the last nail in my coffin. She had gotten hold of those prints I had made, and she walked up to me. She held up the one of Phoenix, right in front of my face.

"I've licked your sister's pussy," she said softly. "She's delicious, Tut."

"Frankie!" gasped at least three girls, one of whom was my sister.

Frankie stepped to one side, and I thought she'd just decided to fuck with me or something, but then I realized what she'd done.

My cock was hard again.

---

 

There is something that parents, school counselors, and just about every other adult tell kids. They usually say something like this: "Just tell the truth. It always works out better if you just tell the truth." And kids, of course, know better, because if you tell the truth, it usually gets you in big trouble.

The operative word there is "usually."

I was in a world of hurt, socially speaking. I had (probably) offended everyone. I was on everybody's shit list. My lust for my own sister had just been exposed. What had started out to be a fairly normal night had somehow gotten all fucked up. And trying to extricate myself from the fucked-upedness of it all hadn't worked out. If anything it had made things worse.

So, as a last resort, I told the truth.

"Yes," I said, trying to make my voice sound confident. "I have a great appreciation for my sister's beauty. Part of me looks at her as any male would look at any female." I glanced at each of them in turn. "As any male might look at each of you. And all of you have qualities that appeal to me. I think all of you are pretty hot, for that matter. And yes, when I saw your pictures on that site, I saved them because I intended to look at them in the future." I looked at Phee. "Including yours. I'm not proud of it, but I admit it. I'll delete all the pictures. I won't go looking for more. I'm sorry that I disappointed you ... all of you. I know there never would have been anything between any of us, but I'm sorry I lost your respect."

"You never had our respect!" Frankie's voice was higher than usual and she actually giggled, which didn't go with her words at all. Danni, who was standing right next to her, elbowed her so hard that she had to take a step sideways to recover. Frankie's face suddenly got very red and she turned away from me.

"Go on," said Danni.

Go on? What else was there to say? I had said my piece ... bared my inner thoughts.

"That's it," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"So you're hot for all of us," said Danni.

I decided they weren't finished punishing me yet. I also decided to let them finish, so I could get on with what was left of my miserable life. It turned out to be a pivotal decision in my ... miserable life.

"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."

Danni looked at Phee, who had another strange, incomprehensible look on her face.

"See? I told you so."

---

 

I was lost again. My sister had come to me and taken my hand. She pulled me to her bed and pushed me until I sat on it. The girls lined up facing me ... between me and the bathroom door.

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" I asked, finally realizing something a lot of men never learn at all: Women sometimes have the answer that a man just can't find.

"I need to ask you some questions," said Phee. "Will you answer them?"

I blinked. It was a very simple question. But the way she asked it made my teenaged male radar light up like crazy. There was danger here.

"Maybe," I said.

She considered that. I mean she actually thought about my answer. It was weird.

"Will you promise that whatever we talk about right now will be a secret ... between just us?"

"What does that mean?" I asked. "You act like we're talking about national security." I tried a grin. Things were entirely too heavy at the moment.

"What that means is I want you to promise you'll never tease us about it ... never tell anybody else what was said. You could hurt us."

"Don't be silly," I scoffed. And I really scoffed, because the idea of hurting any of them was ridiculous. But, just in case they didn't know that, I told them. "I'd never hurt any of you. That's just ridiculous."

"What if we embarrassed you?"

This had gone from something bizarre and incomprehensible to something I thought I might actually be able to understand. I could tell people about the pictures. I could show people where to find them. If they embarrassed me ... whatever that meant ... I might embarrass them. What could be more embarrassing than having other people seeing those pictures?

"I'd find some other way to get even," I said. "I promise I will never, ever tell anybody about the pictures."

"I'm not talking about the pictures!" she snapped.

I blinked again while I thought. "Okay," I said, trying to make it sound like I understood.

"Just promise me!" she insisted.

Now that voice I knew. It was the voice of a juvenile conspirator. We had done lots of things together that could have gotten us in trouble, but that voice said the trouble wasn't intended to catch me up in it. We had sworn oaths to each other in the past. They were silly oaths, but we took them seriously.

"Okay!" I said. "But don't make me sorry I promised."

She relaxed. That made me feel better. I still didn't know what was going on, but she was acting more normal.

She delayed a long time before speaking again. Finally, Denise poked her and she looked at me.

"What would you say if we ... us girls ... wanted to ask you some questions ... questions about ... um ... guys."

"Questions about guys," I repeated, wondering what she was talking about. I knew girls had arcane secrets they passed on only to those with two X chromosomes. These were the homogametic secrets that males could not know, lest the universe dissolve. But guys didn't have that kind of knowledge, so I didn't know what she meant.

"Yes," she said. "Stuff guys won't usually talk about."

"Like what?" I asked.

I guess Danni thought I was being coy or something, because she stepped up beside Phee.

"Like how a guy jerks off. Would you talk about that?"

Phee pushed her aside with a hiss that sounded something like "You impatient slut!" but it might have been "Don't act like a duck!" I went for the duck thing, even though it didn't make any sense. The concept of Danni being a slut just didn't compute.

It was very quiet. I later found out Phee was trying to think of something to say, but I thought they were waiting for an answer.

"What good would it do for me to tell you that?" I asked. "You don't have the right equipment to do that with."

It was quiet again, and Beth said something under her breath that sounded a lot like "What a dumb fuck," but might have been "We're in luck!"

"It's possible," said Frankie, "that we might have a need to do that to a guy some time in the future. Not that I am all that eager to try it, but some day I might need to know how that works. Right?"

"Oh!" I said, genuinely surprised. No girl had ever offered to do that for me, and I'd never even think of asking one to. That could lead to being grounded for life.

"There are things boys don't like to talk about to girls," said Phee. "We don't understand why. We were hoping you'd be willing to talk about them with us. That's why we came to your room tonight ... to ask you."

I thought about that. It wasn't threatening at all, save for the fact that I might not know half the answers they were looking for, myself. Phee and I had both led a fairly sheltered youth. At least I had. Looking at those pictures, I realized Phee had done a heck of a lot more experimenting than I had. And I was the big brother!

At last, I began connecting some dots. Bits and pieces of what had already happened that night started popping into my head. It started with some of the things Danni had said.

She had said I would have seen the pictures sooner or later.

She had said she waited in the bathroom for a long time before I "barged in on her."

She had been insistent in asking me why I had an erection ... or who I had an erection because of.

When I said it was all of them ... not one squealed in horror.

Not even my sister.

Danni had said, "See? I told you so!" as if they had discussed this very concept before.

And now they wanted to ask me intimate questions ... apparently about relationships between boys and girls.

The not stupid part of me tried to convince the rest of me that there was the potential for terrible things to happen if I said yes. I could say the wrong thing. It could be revealed that I was as uninformed as they claimed to be. And maybe I was! That part of me whispered, "Say no right now, and get back to your room!"

But there was another part of me that said, "Did she say you'd have seen those pictures anyway? What else might you get to see? What kind of questions? Will there be hands-on instruction?" There could be happy things in all this ... somehow. Just the idea of them being willing to show me pictures of themselves naked sent a shot of stiff to my groin. I'd be an idiot not to offer them whatever they wanted, on the chance that I might get something kind of fun in return. Right?

Then the half-grown part of my prefrontal cortex that had started to work out rational thought put in its two cents worth.

It would probably be imprudent to act too eager. I'd already tried that on dates, and that tack didn't work for shit. It was supposed to convince a girl you thought she was unbelievably hot and that was why you couldn't control your desires. All it ever got me was slugged. Plus those girls never went out with you again.

"It's possible I don't have all the answers," I said.

"Awwww," said Beth. "He's got humility!"

I wasn't sure whether she was serious or making fun of me.

"You guys have to promise you won't use any of this to embarrass me either," I said firmly.

"Deal!" said Danni. The other girls looked at her like she had just kicked a puppy. She was looking at me, though, and didn't notice.

"Just like that?" Frankie sounded troubled.

"I told you he'd do it," said Danni.

---

It had gotten quiet again. I stood up, and somehow the girls all ended up huddled together on Phee's bed. It was like nobody knew where to start. And I didn't know what to say, so I stood there, looking at them.

"You've seen us naked," Danni finally ventured.

That seemed obvious, so I just nodded.

"So we should get to see you naked."

I took a deep breath. What the heck was that all about? Since when did girls want to see guys naked? I'd never heard of that one before.

"I mean it only seems fair," said Danni.

"I thought you just wanted to ask questions," I said.

"So the first question is: What do you look like naked?"

Instead of saying, "Who put you in charge?!" I decided to go with something that might get me out of it.

"So who else wants to see me naked besides Danni?" I figured that would solve that problem, because there was no way the others would vote for that.

Frankie, of all people, raised her hand first. When Beth saw that her hand shot up, too. Denise was right with her. Danni raised both of her hands.

"You already voted," I said, giving her a sour look. "And you sure don't get two votes."

"I had to vote for Phee because she's too chicken to put her own hand up," said Danni, smoothly.

"I am not!" yipped my sister. "I just don't want to see him ... that way."

"Yes you do," said Danni, again smoothly. She looked at me. "We voted. Strip, Tut."

This wasn't working out like I had thought it would. On the other hand, there is a certain amount of undeniable thrill that goes along with four hot girls all agreeing they want to see you naked. On the third hand ... there was that pesky boner that would, no doubt, screw things up royally. No pun intended.

"You might not like what you see," I suggested.

"You're not the buffest guy in the world," said Denise, "but you're not ugly either."

"He's talking about his manhood," said Danni. "He's still hard. Or hard again. Thutmose has an eee-rec-shun, ladies, and it's all for us." She grinned. She was having a good time, and that was the hardest part of all for me to understand. I trusted her, which meant I didn't believe this was all some charade to get me into a compromising position, whereupon they would yell "Surprise!" and invite the neighbors in to join the fun. I think it was instinct that made me realize she was covering for being nervous ... maybe even a little scared.

"It's not all for you," I said. "It's because of all of you."

My sister licked her lips, but she didn't scold me.

So I reached for the waistband of my shorts and bent over while I shoved them to my ankles. I stepped out of them as I stood up. I could feel the heat suffuse my face as I blushed. I was nervous, but not worried, exactly. My penis was as long and straight as I'd ever seen it, pointing upwards at a 45 degree angle, and I doubted they'd seen all that many they could compare it to.

Beth confirmed that, as she sighed. "Knowing about it is one thing," she said softly. "Actually seeing it is another."

"Are you ... normal?" That was Frankie.

"As far as I know," I answered. "It's frowned upon to stare at the other guys in the showers after gym, so I don't actually know for sure."

"It looks like it hurts," said Denise. "Does it?"

"Nope," I said. I was amazed that this wasn't really all that bad.

"Can I feel it?" asked Beth.

"No, you can not feel it!" snapped my sister.

"Why not?" complained Beth. "I distinctly remember everyone agreeing they wished they could feel one."

"That was in theory," said Phee. "And we didn't all agree we wanted to feel Tut's!"

"I do," said Denise.

"Me too," said Danni, her voice barely a whisper.

"Not me," said Frankie. "I'm with Phee on this one, regardless of what I might have said at a previous sleepover."

"Just ask him how he does it, and get this over with!" growled my sister. "This is a stupid idea!"

"No it's not," said Beth. "You don't have to touch it. Neither does Frankie."

All this banter actually made me feel calmer. They were arguing, which meant they were not a united front. For some reason that gave me a feeling that I still had some power.

"Ahem," I said, theatrically. "Shouldn't someone ask the model if he cares if people grope him?"

"You've got a boner because of us," said Danni. "And you probably have pathetic dreams that we touch you."

I stared at her, suddenly angry. I bent over, retrieved my shorts and stepped into them, pulling them up. "You're not always right," I said.

"Now see what you did?!" accused Beth, pushing at Danni. "You always have to try to be on top, and I know why, Danni. It's because you're scared of him!"

"You're insane," snorted Danni. "He's just a boy, like all the others. He probably wants what all the others want too. That's a very short jump to an obvious conclusion."

"You're scared," insisted Beth. "You're scared because you like him, and you know you'd be helpless if he tried to do you!"

I thought I was going to get to see a cat fight, but Phee interrupted them loudly.

"Shut up, you two. You're both acting like sluts." She turned to me. "Tut, please take your shorts off and show us how a guy jerks off. Then you can go to bed."

You could have heard a pin drop, and all the girls looked like statues. Surprised statues.

I thought about it. I could drop my shorts. And I could flog my log. And despite the fact that I had never masturbated in front of anybody before, I already knew there was no way I was going to be able to cum with five girls, including my sister, watching me. Of course they might not know the difference. I could just fake it and get the heck out. And it was getting awfully weird.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Phee looked down.

"Are you all sure?"

There was a very soft chorus of assenting-like sounds. I wanted to make sure nobody would scream or get all goofy.

"Does anybody object? Because if anybody objects, I won't do it."

They all just looked at me. Well, all of them except Phee, who was still looking down. What I could see of her face looked pretty pink.

So I shoved my shorts back down and started stroking my rod.

---

 

I was right. There wasn't anything very sexy about jerking off in front of five girls, especially when you're supposed to deliver a lecture on what you're doing while you do it. On the other hand, I'm an expert at beating off and, believe it or not, sometimes guys do compare notes about things like that. So I knew the differences between what I did, being uncircumcised, and what guys do who have been cut.

So I told them about that, and said that as long as the guy has all his parts, it's easy, because the foreskin does the actual work of stimulating the head. I admit I got a little bit carried away when I said that one way to get lubrication for the hand to deal with the other kind of penis was to get it wet ... with saliva. There were a bunch of gasps at that point, and Frankie plainly stated, "No fucking way in hell!"

But I was right about not being able to cum. So after stroking it for maybe three minutes, I decided trying to fake it was probably a stupid idea, so I just stopped and said, "That's about it."

"No it's not," said Danni, almost instantly. "You didn't squirt."

"I can't squirt right now," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because this isn't the right atmosphere in which to do that," I said, hoping they'd just take my word for it.

"Wait!" said Beth. "Guys look at pictures of naked women when they do it ... don't they."

"I guess some do," I said. "But if they're doing that, then they don't need your help, now do they?"

"Like the pictures you found tonight," insisted Beth. "Of us."

I wasn't about to dig myself into that hole. But their ... thirst for knowledge ... had not been quenched.

"Would you, or would you not have looked at those pictures while you jerked off, at some future point in time?" That was Danni again. I was beginning to think she didn't actually like me.

"Yes," I admitted dully. There was no avoiding it.

"Why?" asked Beth. "Why do guys look at pictures of naked women when they do that?"

Danni snorted. "Because they fantasize they're doing it with them, of course."

"Really?" That was Phee. "Is that true, Tut? Do you fantasize about having sex when you ... jerk off?"

I was really in trouble here, and I did not want to have to apologize to my sister again for being the pervert I so clearly was. But I got an idea.

"Guys are human, just like girls. I suspect that what I think about when I ... um, do that ... is the same kind of thing you guys think about when you ... do that."

It was fascinating to see them all go still. There wasn't a pink face among them at first. They all looked so pale they looked ill. But then their faces got bright red and I knew I'd hit a nerve. I also knew I was out of the woods, at least for a few minutes.

"See why it's not the best ... um ... atmosphere for me to try to, uh, squirt?" I hoped that would close the door on this weird and somewhat disastrous evening.

But feminine curiosity is strong, and I was not to be let off that quickly.

"We could give him the pictures back," whispered Beth.

"You've got to be shitting me," I groaned.

"Not my picture!" yipped Frankie. "I don't want him thinking stuff like that about me while he does that!"

"I guess it would be a little weird," Beth said, backpedaling.

Phee just covered her eyes. That left Denise and Danni, but it didn't really matter, because any pictures they were in, had the others in them too.

"Look," I said. "If and when you need to do it, the atmosphere will be there. You'll be with a guy you like, and he'll like you too." I remembered Ricky Simpson complaining that when his girlfriend jerked him off, he got too excited and it was over too fast. I tried to communicate that. "In a situation like that you won't have to worry if he'll spurt. He won't be able to stop himself. He'll spurt like crazy."

I guess it sounded like I was speaking from experience.

"Has a girl ever done it for you?" asked Danni. Her voice had an edge to it, suddenly.

"No," I admitted. "But from what I'm told, if a girl ever did, she'd be successful." I was pretty sure we were finished, so I got a little cocky. "Any volunteers to find out if I'm right?"

I bent over and picked up my shorts again. I didn't put them on. I was just going to go back to my room and finish what I'd started here. The atmosphere over there would be just fine, especially since the tumblr site was probably still open. I doubted Phee had closed it after she finished examining it.

Danni had been sitting between Phee and Beth on the edge of the bed. She stood up and approached me. She was wearing flannel pajamas. They all were. It was the official sleepover uniform. She came closer to me than I would have believed, her eyes level with mine.

"Is that true? No girl has ever touched you?" Her eyes were intense.

"I guess so," I said. I swallowed.

"You guess so?" I sensed storm clouds gathering.

"Okay, no. I admit it. I'm a virgin, okay?"

She seemed to think about that, and then she said "We want to see it spurt. I guess maybe I could ... help a little."

"Danni!" hissed my sister.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Meanwhile, I felt a drip of precum ooze out of the tip of my cock.

Danni was still staring into my eyes, but when she spoke it was obviously to Phee.

"We talked about this too, Phee. We all knew it would come to this sooner or later."

"We never agreed about it!" argued Phee.

"Does the model agree?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

My mouth opened and closed several times. I probably looked like a fish.

"He said yes," lied Danni, and I swear she actually winked at me!

There was a hubbub in the room as girls left the bed. All except Phee, as it turned out. She was still sitting there when Danni went down to her knees in front of me, which allowed me to see the half circle of cheerleaders all gathered around. It seemed that there was, in fact, going to be a hands-on demonstration portion of the lecture.

Danni reached for my cock like she'd done it a hundred times before. Her grip was firm, and her hand felt hot. But as she stroked it, I could tell she'd never done this before, because she was hesitant, and her movements were experimental.

"It feels weird," she said softly. And then she started giving them all her description of what she was experiencing. Which was good, because I couldn't have talked if my life had depended on it. Suddenly, the atmosphere was juuuust fine for spurting. In fact, she probably only got maybe five full strokes in before I got this awful feeling that Danni was going to be really mad at me. And that's because I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.

I couldn't warn her.

On stroke number seven, a thick, healthy line of pearl white fluid leapt from the tip of my cock. Luckily it struck her right under her chin, instead of in the face. Her surprise caused her to jerk downwards on it long enough for two more spurts to soil the top of her PJs. Then she let go and it bounced wildly as the remaining two spurts arced up into the air, trying to find more victims. They were short, though, and landed with wet splats on the floor, right beside the toes of Beth and ... you guessed it ... Frankie.

They reacted as expected, jumping backwards, yelling, "Ewwww," and being totally stupid about it. I mean they hadn't even been touched. It was Danni I was horrified about. I looked down, to find her looking up at me, her hand already at her throat, wiping away the mess I'd made there.

"Sorry!" I blurted.

And then I bolted for my room. Chapter Three

You couldn't lock the bathroom doors from the outside. I fully expected Danni to come storming in with murder in mind ... but she didn't. In fact, they left me alone the rest of the night. This is not to say I couldn't hear them, but it was strange, because they honestly didn't sound any different than they had on other nights. I mean I could hear voices, but not what was being said, and those voices kept speaking until I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. They obviously hadn't been traumatized into silence, but that didn't mean they would still tolerate my existence.

It had been weird. It was still weird, because I couldn't figure out how to feel about it. What was arguably one of the best things that had ever happened to me had ... happened to me. There wasn't a guy in school who wouldn't give his left nut to get Danni Nelson to jerk him off. But that hadn't happened like all those guys - including me - would have dreamed about it. Yes, her hand had stroked my rod and made me spurt, but there was a down side, in terms of the girls probably never speaking to me again, and maybe hating me ... including Danni Nelson.

There was no way I could face them in the morning. I had heard our parents come home around three, but I skipped breakfast and just stayed in bed. Since I didn't get to sleep until maybe four, I was able to sleep until ten. Even then, I tiptoed around and listened before I went into a room, just to be sure. It was pretty clear the girls were gone, though, so I relaxed and had a bowl of cereal.

I had slept in the shorts, and I figured they probably needed washing, so I went back to my room to get dressed. Things were feeling almost normal.

Phee was sitting on my bed, waiting for me.

She was dressed for the day, which made me feel kind of naked. That had never happened before. She had her hands in her lap and had been looking at them or something because she looked up as I came into the room. I had no idea what to say to her. I had stopped when I saw her, and we just looked at each other for what seemed like a long time.

She finally spoke. "You okay?"

I was astonished. She was worried about me?

"Yes!" I said, a little too eagerly, most likely. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," she said.

My heart sank.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"What for?" Her face had a look on it I couldn't quite figure out.

"What for?" I was astonished again. "I like Danni. And now she'll probably never speak to me again."

That look persisted.

"I didn't know you liked her," she said.

The way she said "liked" rang a bell in my head. She was using it in a different way than I had used it. She had used it the way kids at school used it, which injected it with all kinds of extra meaning.

"Not like that," I said. "I like all your friends. Sometimes you guys are a pain in the ass, but I wasn't complaining. You know what I mean?"

She neither nodded nor shook her head.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me when they see those pictures," she said.

So that was what that look was all about. What I was seeing must be a version of my sister's defeated look. That was rare, because she was rarely defeated.

"They'll never see them," I said. Now she looked interested. "Think about it. They don't surf those sites, and probably none of their friends do either. It's the first time I saw them, and I hang around pages like that all the time."

I blinked. I had just admitted to my sister that I routinely went to porn sites.

"What I mean is that there are thousands of sites, and your picture is only on one of them." I almost said "so far," but managed to keep that inside. I knew how I had seen the same pictures on hundreds of sites. If a girl looked good, her picture proliferated all over the place as people reblogged it. Even then, though, the older a picture was, the less likely it was to appear on a recent month's page. Unless, of course, it was a really good picture. And, come to think of it, Phee's was a really good one. I decided not to tell her all that too.

"So it's true," she said. "You look at pictures while you ... um ... do that."

It took me a few seconds to get my voice to work. Then I tried to make it sound really casual, like it was really unimportant. "Sometimes, I guess."

"Is that why you print them?"

Even a blind man could see she was referring to the fact that I had printed her picture. I tried to reassure her, as much as a pervert could reassure anybody.

"That's the first time I ever printed anything! Honest! I've never printed any pictures before this!"

She stared at me for the longest time, as it slowly dawned on me that, based on my actions (printing the pictures) and what I had just said, that made those particular pictures really special somehow.

"I only did it to show you!" I said. "I mean I wanted you to know how stupid it was to put them on there, and I figured that if I had them it would shock you into not doing that any more."

"We didn't put them online," she said.

"Yeah, but I didn't know that," I said. "I mean there are thousands of pictures that girls took of themselves and it's obvious they put them on there. They're laughing and joking and ..." I thought of Frankie, licking Beth's split. "Other stuff," I finished weakly. "Girls do it all the time. When I saw the pictures it was only natural I thought you guys had done it on purpose too. I mean, that time I caught you taking your own picture ... I didn't think about it then, but it's like the ones I see on those sites all the time."

She sighed, and her shoulders dropped. "I just wanted to see what I would look like. I wasn't going to show it to anybody. But it doesn't matter now. They're there, and they'll never go away. And if Mom or Dad or any of their friends ever see them, I'll be grounded until I'm thirty."

She stood up, and started for the bathroom door, which was probably how she had gotten into my room in the first place.

"Anyway," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Thanks."

"Thanks?" My voice must have sounded shocked, because she stopped and turned around.

"Yeah," she said. "For not being a dickhead about it, and for showing us what you ... um ... showed us."

"You're serious?" I gasped. "You're actually glad I did that?"

"You impressed the crap out of the girls," she said, smiling for the first time that morning. "If this was one of those stupid superhero movies you love so much, my next line would be 'You have taken the first step toward immortality!'"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. "You mean Danni's not pissed at me?"

"Danni?" Her eyebrows went up. "Not at all. She couldn't stop talking about it. Even Frankie said it was the coolest thing she ever saw, and I'm not completely convinced Frankie even likes boys."

I thought of that picture of Frankie and Beth again, and spoke without thinking it through first.

"Does Beth?"

Phee stared at me for a few seconds. That look was back on her face again ... the one I had thought was involved with her feeling defeated. But that was all wrong for the current situation, so I was confused.

"Oh, Beth likes boys," she said, her voice quite firm. "You'll find that out at the next sleepover."

And with that she turned and left my room.

---

 

Now, I don't know about you, but my conversation with Phee convinced me I was golden. Hadn't she said the girls thought I was the next best thing since sliced bread? Not in those words, of course, but you know what I mean. And what did that comment mean about the next sleepover mean? My fantasies went wild.

So I was absolutely confused when I was completely and irrevocably ignored by the whole bunch ... including my sister. You'd have thought I didn't even exist. At school, I saw Denise and walked up to her and said "Hi," and she acted like she hadn't heard me. She brushed on by me without even making eye contact. Frankie was next. She was standing with some friends, and before I could say anything at all to her she said "I gotta go," and went the other way. It wasn't until I got home from school that my sister sidled up to me and said "Don't talk to the girls at school, stupid!" Then she walked away. She spoke to me in a civil manner at supper, in front of the parents, but other than that she steered clear of me completely.

I was mystified.

It went on for two weeks. I finally decided that they'd thought about things and changed their minds. Girls do that, you know. So I was equally mystified when, on a Friday morning as we were waiting for the bus, Phee said "Don't make any plans for tonight." She timed that for when the bus doors opened, and of course she sat in the back with her friends, so I couldn't talk to her.

I finally cornered her at home after school and asked her what was going on.

"Sleepover," she said, her voice light and airy.

"Tonight?" I was shocked for some reason. "Here?"

She gave me a perfectly normal sister-to-brother look and said "Well duh, Einstein."

I didn't feel much like Einstein.

"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "We'll come get you when we're ready for you."

---

 

When you're seventeen, and a guy, it's pretty normal to feel like you're superior to girls a year or two younger than you. I don't mean that in a bad way. You just feel older and wiser. And yes, I know how stupid that sounds to somebody who's actually grown up, but that's the way it is when you're a kid.

Now, add to that the fact that four popular girls are eager to get you alone in your sister's room, and that past behavior suggests future benefits, and a guy might get a little overconfident.

It turned out that it was Frankie who came through my bathroom door to get me and, as I might have been just the teeniest bit overconfident, I said "You have on your PJs. Somebody forgot to tell you to get naked before you came to get me."

Somebody also forgot to tell her she should be flattered when a hot guy says something like that to her.

She folded her arms across her chest. "When pigs fly, asshole."

Then she turned around and went back into the bathroom. She closed the door.

It stayed closed for a long time, and then Danni opened it. She came in, closed the door behind her and came to stand by my bed.

"Move over," she said.

I thought she was going to get on the bed with me, and that was a great idea, so I moved over and got on my side. She sat down on the bed, instead of lying down beside me. She stared at me for a bit.

"We have a problem," she finally said.

"Nothing a little lovin' can't solve," I said, cockily.

"And that is the problem," she said.

I misunderstood. I patted the bed beside me in invitation.

She shook her head. She actually looked like she felt sorry for me or something. Then she got up and went back to Phee's room through the bathroom.

The bathroom door stayed closed a lot longer this time. I began to suspect that all was not well, for some reason. That was confirmed when the next girl to come into my room was Phee. She cut right to the chase.

"You're acting like a jerk," she said, "and you're making my friends mad at me."

"What did I do?" I complained, in typical clueless teenaged male incomprehension.

So she explained it to me.

The girls were, as I have already indicated, very close. They'd been having these sleepovers for years and years, and anything could be (and was) discussed. Of course as they got older, that included boys, and sex and all that. Like all kids, they asked each other questions, but sometimes nobody knew the answer. At one point, when someone wondered aloud why boys did this or that thing (she couldn't remember who it was, or what she wanted to know) someone else had said Phee should get the answer from me. Phee, of course, thought that was a terrible idea. She had said, "Go ask him yourself."

That led to a standing joke in the group. Any time any odd or incomprehensible male behavior came up, somebody would say, "We should go ask Tut."

"So it was a joke," I said.

She shook her head. "It used to be a joke. Remember a couple of months ago when I asked you why guys like Call of Duty so much?"

She was talking about Tina Johnson breaking up with John Disston. He was supposed to go with her to her cousin's wedding, but called her and said he had a family emergency. She found out what really happened was that he got into a marathon game of Call of Duty. Phee had asked me why a guy would do that ... mess up a good thing with a girl over what she called "a stupid game." We had ended up talking about it for quite a while.

"You told the girls what we talked about?"

"No, stupid. They got me to come ask you about it. After that, they wanted to ask more things."

"Why didn't you just ask me, then?" I asked.

"They've all had a crush on you at one time or another," she said.

"Except Frankie," I said automatically.

"Especially Frankie!" she said. "Frankie was the first one to get all googly-eyed and talk about how cute you were."

"You're kidding!" I was amazed.

"When we were in seventh grade. We teased her about it mercilessly. We were horrible. And you ignored her completely. We've all apologized to her since then, but she's still hurt about it."

"Oh." What else could I say? It was ancient history.

"The point is that we grew up and so did you. You started paying more attention to them, and they all like you. And waiting for me to ask a question and come back is no fun. So they started trying to figure out how to get you to agree to talk directly to them as a group."

"Okay," I said. "Why didn't they just ask me?"

"Because it doesn't work that way!" she insisted.

"Well how does it work?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"I told them about how you caught me taking a picture of myself nude."

I blinked. "Okay. So what?"

"So, I told them you looked at me like I was a girl instead of your sister."

Damn. That meant she knew I was a pervert.

"Oh." Again, what else could I say?

"Tut, the whole reason we started taking pictures like that was because we thought, eventually, we might show one of them to some special guy or something. You know, instead of letting him see me for real, I could just show him a picture, and see what he thought, or whatever."

"I thought you told me you just wanted to see what it would look like yourself," I said.

"Of course I did," she said. "You don't show somebody a picture of yourself you don't like."

"Well who the hell are you going to show a picture like that to?" I asked, upset now.

"Nobody!" she yipped. "Not now. Maybe someday ... but not now."

"Well that's stupid," I said.

"Why?" She looked hurt.

"Because no guy would ever say a naked picture of you looked bad. He'd just say he wished he could see the real thing."

"That's what Danni said." My sister cocked her head and suddenly I was being examined. "She also said that if you saw some of us naked, we could get you to do anything we wanted."

It hit me. I had been gamed! And I had been gamed by sixteen-year-old Danni Nelson! I rolled to my back and covered my face with both hands. I groaned.

"Why are you upset?" asked my sister. "After all, you got what you wanted too ... didn't you?"

I calmed down. She was right, actually. I had gotten something out of the deal. And this new version of Phoenix was interesting, not least because while she knew I was a pervert who liked looking at a picture of his nude sister, she didn't seem to be freaked out by it, or making demands or whatever. The other reason she was so interesting was because she was willing to tell me so much about things most guys never get to hear about at all.

I thought about the other two who had preceded Phee this evening.

"So Frankie and Danni thought I had been tamed and was supposed to be putty in their hands, and I didn't play the game," I deduced out loud.

"It has nothing to do with playing any games," said Phee. "You were just being a jerk."

"I wasn't being a jerk, I was just being me!" I complained.

"You know what I think?" she said. "I think that because of what happened last time, you assumed you could just act like a guy and everything would be fine."

"Not that I agree with you," I said, "but isn't that the whole point? I'm supposed to be a guy, aren't I?"

"You're supposed to be Tut, not the same boys that we run into everywhere else ... boys who don't really care about us. We know plenty of guys who just want stuff from us, and want to try to get away with as much as they can. That's not why the girls got infatuated with you, Tut. They liked the person you are. Don't be a jerk. Be yourself."

I thought about that. It was already obvious why Frankie had been ticked off. And I finally understood that sad shake of Danni's head, and what she'd said.

"Maybe I should talk to them," I said.

"Maybe you should apologize to them," said my sister.

"Maybe they shouldn't have gamed me," I reminded her.

"I'll talk to them about that," she said. "You just go do what you're so good at."

"What's that?" I asked.

She looked at me and then looked away, like she was nervous or something.

"Making a girl want what she shouldn't want."

---

 

They were lined up on the edge of the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Phee had climbed on the bed and sat behind them. They looked hostile.

I had put on a robe. Displaying my masculinity wasn't really going to get me anything at this point, and might even cause problems.

In the "be myself" concept of things, I didn't plan out what to say. I decided to just talk to them. It's possible I messed that up with the very first thing I said.

"Look, I need to tell you some things, so don't interrupt me until I'm finished, okay?"

The hostile feel in the room grew, if anything, but I was already framing my next words.

"Phee told me why you started taking the pictures that I ended up finding online. She said you were trying to figure out if you were desirable to men or not. She also explained how this 'ask Thutmose' thing came about, and how Danni said that if she let me see her naked you guys could get me to do anything you wanted."

Danni turned and glared over her shoulder at Phee, but I went on.

"You guys are on the cheer squad. You're popular. You're all pretty ... even gorgeous sometimes. When you do your routines, some of what you do is very sexy. Add to that the fact that you're intelligent, and funny sometimes, and it all makes up this thing that all guys crave in their dreams."

I looked at each one of them, eye to eye. I still saw hostility there, but they all looked back at me.

"So here's what I want you to understand. It is ridiculous for you to worry about whether guys think you're desirable or not. I'm going to be conservative, and say there might only be ten thousand guys out there who would kill to get to be able to hear you whisper that you love them. I'm not saying all guys would adore you, but when the time comes, you're going to have to turn a bunch of guys down. You're going to have your pick. That's how attractive each and every one of you is."

I had definitely wanted to say that much. I wasn't sure where to go from there, though. I looked at the girls again. The hostility had softened quite a bit. Beth was even smiling. Danni looked guarded, though, and that reminded me that she had gamed me.

"Now Danni is right. You can use your bodies to get most guys to do about anything you want. But think about what that means. It means you're using your body as a tool. You're treating your body like it's money, and trading it away for something you think you want. And a lot of guys will be cool with that. They don't want anything permanent. They want to hop on, and ride the ride, and then go somewhere else in the carnival and ride a different ride. But where does that leave you?"

Again, I had made a point, but I didn't know where to go next. To cover for that, I said "Questions?"

"Yeah, I have one," said Frankie. "Why are you telling us all this?"

I knew the answer to that one.

"Because we haven't been honest with each other," I said. "If we're going to do whatever this thing is that you guys want to do, and if I'm going to be any good to you for whatever it is you want from me, then we need to be honest with each other, so we can say whatever needs to be said, and you won't get mad and I won't be a jerk."

That hadn't ended up quite like I had intended, but I was stuck with it.

"I've been honest with you," argued Frankie.

"No you haven't," I shot back. She took a breath but I cut her off. "You never told me you had a crush on me. I never knew you thought I was cute."

She turned red and shot Phee a look that would kill anybody else on the spot. I kept going.

"But there's more. I wasn't honest with you, either. I never told you I thought you were cute. I never told you I wished you were older, so I could ask you out. I ignored you because you were too young. That wasn't fair to you."

"That's a nice speech," said Danni. "But girls don't go up to guys and say 'I think you're cute!' especially when they're a grade ahead of you."

"True," I said. "But that's in normal circumstances. What you've asked me to do is not normal circumstances. I like all of you, and I've wanted to take every one of you out at some point in the past. You all have good personalities. I love to watch you cheer. I'm happy when I know there's going to be a sleepover, because I know that will mean I get to be around you."

"You want to see us naked," argued Frankie.

"Okay, that's true," I said, looking right at her. "I do want to see you naked. It seems like I've always wanted to see you naked ... all of you. That's just because I'm a male of the species, but it doesn't mean I don't care about anything else. Most guys you know now, or will ever meet are well aware they'll never get to see any of you naked. That's why those pictures will probably go viral. Those pictures are a dream come true for a thousand guys! They were for me."

"But that's creepy!" moaned Frankie.

I walked over to her. I stood right in front of her.

"I have seen pictures of you naked," I said softly. "If I treated you any different because of that, I'm sorry. What you need to understand is that seeing those pictures didn't make me feel any differently about you than I did before."

I stepped back and looked at the rest of them.

"That goes for all of you. It was a treat, yes. I admit that. I'd like to see them again. I admit that too. But more importantly, I was worried about you guys. I thought you posted them on purpose, and if that was true, then you were being stupid and were making dangerous decisions. I found out that's not the case, and I'm glad for that. It's possible you haven't heard the last of those pictures, though, and you need to be ready if that happens."

I felt pretty good. There was no flow to what I was saying, but I had said some things I hoped were good things to have been said.

Beth looked over her shoulder at Phee.

"I never had a big brother before. Is he always like this?"

"Not hardly," snorted my sister.

"Yes," said Danni. "Let's talk about sisters."

That was dangerous territory. But there was a dangerous glint in Danni's eyes too, and I felt my stomach begin to sink.

"Are you mad at me?" I blurted.

She actually stopped to think about that. Then the danger went out of her face and confusion replaced it.

"Yes ... but I don't know why."

"Because you like him, and he has the hots for his sister," Denise was kind enough to remind her.

"I'm hot for all of you!" I said. Who knows why I said it. Maybe there was some damaged part of my brain that thought that would make it all okay.

"That's just so creepy!" moaned Frankie.

I looked at her again.

"Are you afraid of me, Frankie?"

"No!" she barked instantly.

"Are you afraid I'll try to rape you, or something?"

"Of course not!" she said again. The look on her face suggested she was quite confident in her ability to kill me if I ever tried.

"Then what are you worried about? I'm not going to try to do anything to you against your will. I think you know that. You need to understand that every guy you ever meet is going to look at you as a potential score. Make good decisions about which ones you trust and that won't be a problem for you."

I was out of things to say, at least for the moment. I didn't want to leave, though, so I just stood there and let them think about things. It was Beth who finally moved things along.

"So ... what now?" she asked.

Chapter Four

It was spooky. When Beth asked what came next, all four of them turned to look at Phee. I was not to find out for another month why that was, but it was weird, that's for sure.

She looked past them at me, and said "If you guys want to go on like planned, that's fine with me."

The girls turned back to look at me.

Danni said, "What do you want from us?"

I blinked. "I thought it was the other way around. I thought you had questions, and I was supposed to try to answer them."

"You wanted me to jerk you off last time ... didn't you?" She was blunt, and I saw Frankie flinch. I reminded myself I had just told them we had to be honest with each other.

"Of course," I said. "Every guy will."

"So what else are you going to want?"

She sounded odd. Her voice was strained. Worried, maybe.

"How about this?" I said. "How about as things go along, you tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I want, and then we can figure out what would be best to do ... and not do."

"What if you want something, and we don't?" She was leaning forward. I wouldn't find out how important this question was until much later either.

"Then say you don't want it, and that will be the end of it."

She visibly relaxed. At least until Beth leaned into her and said, "But you know you do want it." Then she giggled, while Danni blushed.

Beth's giggle seemed to relax all of them. There was a somewhat awkward sort of "intermission" until I asked, "So ... what's on the agenda for tonight?"

Denise said "Well, we had something planned, but now I'm not so sure it's a good idea anymore."

"What was that?" I asked.

Frankie shuddered. "The rest of them wanted to know what it was like to do that to you."

"Do what to me?" I asked.

I admit I knew what she was talking about. Everybody did. It was mean. So I apologized.

"I'm sorry," I said, reaching for her hand. "That's a good example of teasing that doesn't do any good."

"Forget about it," she said, pulling at her hand. I kept it.

"Can I ask you something?"

She pulled harder, but said "Yes."

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Of course I have!" she growled, pulling even harder.

"Would you kiss me?" I asked, and let her hand go.

"Why?"

That response told me something. On the surface, Frankie was antagonistic about me. But somewhere underneath was still that girl who had liked me at some time in the past. That was over now, of course, but not for the right reasons. She'd never had a chance to explore those feelings, and neither had I, for that matter. We never got a chance to break up, or lose interest slowly. And there was still some residual attraction there.

"I don't know. I guess I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. You're always acting like you don't like me or any other guy. If that's true, then it's sad, because you have a lot to offer a guy."

"Not you," she said, but it seemed like an automatic response, rather than a heartfelt one.

"If we could get past the tenseness between us, I think we'd both have a lot better time," I suggested.

"And you think kissing would get rid of the tenseness?"

"I think if you kiss me, you'll have a lot better feeling for how I really feel about you," I said.

None of the other girls had said a word, so I darted a glance at them. Phee and Danni were looking at Frankie. Beth and Denise were looking at me. All four of them had a look of anticipation on their faces. I looked back at Frankie, who met my eyes.

"Please?" I asked.

She swallowed. Her eyes shifted to her friends, but came back to me almost immediately.

"I'm not touching your thing," she said.

"I'm not asking you to," I said.

"This is stupid," she said.

"Please?" I begged.

Her eyes jittered left and right.

"Not in front of them," she said.

I thought about that.

"I think it would be better if everything that's said, and everything that happens, be done in the group," I said. "I mean we're all in this together ... as friends ... right?"

"Friends don't kiss," said Frankie.

"Good ones ... the ones in this group, do," I said.

There was movement among the other girls. I wasn't sure whether that was because they had been reminded they had kissed each other - that was caught in the pictures - or because it suggested I'd also be kissing the rest of them.

"This is so stupid," she said again.

Danni spoke. "Frankie, do you want to kiss Tut or not? Yes or no?" Her voice was completely empty of emotion.

Frankie turned her head. "You know I do!" she spat.

"Then kiss him!" Danni spat back.

Things got really interesting then. My thought had been that a nice mildly intimate kiss would loosen her up a little bit. I was sure I could transmit my own emotions through a kiss like that, and that she'd know I really did like her. And when she crashed into me and our lips were suddenly welded together, that's what I was prepared to do.

What I was not prepared for was the depth of emotion I got back from Frankie. My kiss was warm and welcoming. Hers was hot and hungry. There was no tongue involved, though our lips were loose enough to have permitted that. But this kiss wasn't for that kind of passion. It was a first kiss ... an exploratory kiss ... and experimental kiss, between two people who knew they were attracted to the other, but weren't capable of believing the feeling was mutual.

In the first seconds of the kiss, that inability to believe vanished like smoke in the wind. We communicated. Put it that way. And we communicated for a good minute and a half before Danni said, "Geez, you two, get a room." We broke apart then, and as I looked into her eyes I saw relief, and gratitude and something else I wasn't sure about.

"Wow," I said softly.

"Wow," she said back to me.

"Break it up!" laughed Beth, and I realized my hands had been sliding all over Frankie's back, quite possibly onto her rump as well.

"I'm still not touching your thing," whispered Frankie, but there was a glint in her eye this time.

"Yes you are," I said. And I kissed her again, just a long, friendly peck, during which I nipped at her lips.

Her lips kissed me back as she punched me in the stomach. It wasn't a hard punch, but I let go of her and turned to face the others.

"Who's next?" I said, and struck a pose.

I didn't actually mean it. I mean I was posturing in typical male fashion, but they took me seriously. Maybe it was the look on Frankie's face. Of course they'd all seen the kiss(es), so maybe that had something to do with it too. And Phee had said they'd all had a crush on me at one time or another. In any case, Beth stood up and said, "I will."

Just so you don't have to go back to the beginning, let me recap Beth's physical attributes. She was sixteen, with long, raven black hair, which was loose at the moment. She had large breasts, and wide hips. The thought of taking her into my arms woke my dick up. I know that sounds odd, because Frankie's kiss had reached right down inside me and jerked on something that still felt connected. But it hadn't given me a boner.

Beth took a step toward me and then stopped, suddenly looking uncertain. I took a step toward her and stopped, just waiting. She took another step, and was right there in front of me.

"I've always wanted to kiss you too," I said softly.

"You have?" Her voice was high.

"Oh give me a break," muttered Danni.

I looked over at her and frowned. She stuck out her tongue at me, but somehow the look on her face didn't back up her supposed cavalier attitude.

"Do you want to jump to the front of the line?" I asked.

Beth said, "No!" and turned to face her friend.

Danni held up both hands. "I'm not even in this line!" she said.

"Yes you are," I said. "Everybody is. It won't be fair to Frankie any other way."

"What?" Danni looked confused. "Who says?"

"I do!" That was Frankie, bless her heart. "You guys ragged on me for a whole year because I wanted to kiss him. And then, later on, you wanted to do the same thing. All of you did. Well, not Phee, but all the rest of you did."

"We said we were sorry," said Denise. "But I'll kiss him," she added quickly enough that it made me feel good.

I turned back to Beth, and reached for her waist, pulling her against me.

"You ready?" I asked, and then felt silly.

"I guess so," she said, a little breathlessly.

"You've kissed guys before," I said.

"Millions of times," she sighed, but her eyes didn't quite focus.

I kissed her the same way I had kissed Frankie, trying to put as much emotion into my lips as I could. It was an interesting kiss, but not because of her lips. They were fine and all that, warm and loose and very welcoming. But it was her body that affected me the most. I had stroked Frankie's back, but it was an automatic response, rather than intentional. And Frankie is pretty flat, especially compared to Beth. Beth's big, soft breasts pressed into my chest and, where my robe was parted, I could feel the heat of them through the flannel of her PJs. My hands stroked her back on purpose, feeling for the bra strap that wasn't there. Her hips pressed into mine and that erection she was responsible for pressed into hers.

She felt that erection too, because she moaned and thrust her hips at mine. Then she broke the kiss and pushed at me hard, saying "Oh shit ... Oh shit ... I'm gonna fall down." Danni grabbed her and muscled her back to the edge of the bed, where she sat hard. She fell backwards onto Phee's lap and let her arms flop out beside her.

That left Danni and Denise, who were sitting side by side. Denise was looking at Beth, her eyes wide. Danni looked mad. I reached for Denise's hand and pulled.

"Me?" she squeaked, but stood up.

I didn't talk to her or give her any warning. I just pulled her against me and gave her the works. She wasn't wearing a bra either. Her breasts were small, but hard as rocks. About ten seconds into it her tongue fluttered against my lips and her hips pushed against mine. She felt that boner too, and rubbed against it, gripping me tighter. I sensed, in Denise, a willingness to do much, much more, and I let my right hand slide down onto her ass. She didn't bat an eye. Little, blond Denise was hot to trot.

Frankie was suddenly there, sliding her hands between us.

"Break it up. It's Danni's turn."

"Why are you so worried about me?" complained Danni, who did not look happy as I let Denise go. She was smiling, and licked her lips. It was obvious she'd had a good time, and she didn't care who saw.

"Because you need to kiss him," said Frankie.

"Why?"

"Do it for me."

"I still can't believe you kissed him!" muttered Danni.

"I know how you feel," said Frankie. "I was scared too. But it's worth it, Danni. You said you knew I wanted to. Well I know you want to too. Just do it."

Danni stood up almost violently.

"Let's get this over with," she said, sounding disgusted.

But when I sealed my lips to hers, she whimpered into my mouth and almost fell down. I had to squeeze her tight and lean backwards a little just to help her stand up. That forced my boner right into her love nest, because being tall like she was, it was perfectly placed. Her hands reached for my waist, pushing my robe back, and she gripped my waist painfully and pushed.

But only for a second.

Then she seemed to gain strength, but her attitude changed at the same time. Instead of trying to get away from me, her hands slid inside my robe and to my naked back. She crushed me to her and her tongue thrust into my mouth.

This girl had spent some time kissing guys. She was good!

She was also as passionate as Frankie had been. She rubbed her chest against me, and twisted her face to the left, and then the right. I was so surprised I let both hands slid squarely onto her ass, and all she did was moan into my mouth some more.

"Hah!" crowed Frankie, standing right beside us. "I told you so."

By the time we were finished, though, Danni was crying. As I let go of her she made fists and beat them on my chest two or three times, before Phee was suddenly there and pulling her into the bathroom. The door slammed and I could hear Danni sobbing and Phee talking in hushed tones. I turned to look at Frankie, who had a smug look on her face.

"She really likes you," she said. "Everybody knows it, but she won't admit it to anybody."

Beth was still lying on the bed with her arms spread, her breast pushing up against her PJs enough to strain the buttons.

"Sit up, woman," I said gruffly. "You make me want to dive on top of you."

She lifted her head. "If Phee wouldn't just shit a brick, I might let you."

Then she sat up quickly, as only someone in great shape can do.

"Kidding," she said, as her face turned pink. "Please don't tell Phee or Danni I said that."

Denise said, "You have another boner for us ... don't you."

I nodded.

"I felt it," she sighed.

"Why didn't I?" asked Frankie.

"C'mere," I said, holding out my arms to her.

She grinned, but said, "Rain check. I'm fine."

"Awww," I complained. "Now I have to go play with it."

"Don't touch it," said Frankie. "Not until Danni and Phee get back."

"It doesn't sound like that would be a good idea," I said.

"She'll get over it," said Frankie, sounding unconcerned. "She has a harder time admitting defeat than I do."

"Defeat?"

"Don't let it swell your head, but there was a little unofficial competition going on involving you, over the last few years. Nobody won, but none of us would admit defeat either."

"Why would kissing me make anybody admit defeat? I am hurt!"

"Success, in this case, means that your heart doesn't get broken. I know it sounds weird, but in your case, defeat is thinking we still have a shot."

"I don't get that," I said. "Other than the fact that our parents won't let us date anybody exclusively or 'go steady' as they put it, maybe you would have a shot."

"Not all of us. Only one girl gets to claim you. Until tonight, I think we all assumed that would be some girl we don't know, and yet hate anyway. If you kissed Danni like you kissed me - and from the way she reacted, I think you did - then she knows she can't give up and let her heart get broken. She's going to fight for you, and to her, that means defeat."

"How strange," I said. "I find it ironic that you wanted me to answer questions about guys, and I'm just as clueless about girls."

"Yes, but Mrs. Trimble will be happy."

That confused me. Mrs. Trimble was the English teacher I'd had the year before.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to tell her you used the word 'ironic' in a conversation. I bet that makes her smile."

Chapter Five

Danni's eyes were red when they came out of the bathroom, but she was calm again. She didn't look at me.

"I think that's probably enough for tonight," Phee said.

"No fair!" chimed Beth.

"I agree," said Denise.

"Hasn't he caused enough trouble?" suggested Phee.

"Only for you and Danni," said Frankie.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Phee, darkly.

"Nothing," said Frankie breezily. "But he's ready, and Denise and Beth want to try it."

"Why are you so sunny about this all of a sudden?" asked Phee. "An hour ago you were disgusted by the idea."

"I didn't say I'm going to touch him," said Frankie. "But now I'm not worried about him any more."

"That doesn't make any sense at all," argued Phee. "You've argued against having him in here from the beginning."

"That's because I thought I was going to lose," said Frankie. "I'm not so sure about that any more." She grinned.

I held up a hand.

"In the interest of full disclosure, I need to remind everybody that our parents won't let me have a girlfriend, or Phee have a boyfriend until we graduate. They're old fashioned about it."

Denise waved a hand back at me. "A mere formality," she said.

"I like all of you," I reminded them.

"A formality that isn't so mere," noted Denise. "But I can live with it, as long as Roberta isn't included."

"Roberta isn't included," I said firmly.

"Having a formal boyfriend is overrated," said Beth. "They get all clingy and want you to do things."

"I don't want anybody's heart to get broken," I said.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" That was Danni, who finally broke her silence. "God's gift to women?"

Frankie spoke. "That has to do with a conversation we had with him while you were in the bathroom realizing you're still in love with him, even though you've tried to fall out of love with him for over a year."

"Don't be a bitch," warned Phee.

"Well then, tell her not to be one either," snorted Frankie.

"And I don't want you fighting because of me," I said. "If I see that happen, I'm leaving."

Danni remained silent, but glowered at me. Actually, I think she glowered on a general basis, but happened to be looking at me when I saw that.

"I don't care what you all do with him," she said in an obvious attempt to project dignity and unconcern. She might have succeeded, had she not been glowering when she said it.

"Then I say we continue as planned," said Denise.

"And what, exactly, does that entail?" I asked.

Beth stood up and pointed at the bed.

"It entails you taking off your clothes and lying on Phee's bed."

---

 

I lay there dazed, to tell you the truth. The whole thing with them confronting me about being a jerk, and the conversation after that, and the kissing, and all the emotion of that ... all of it had pretty much worn me out. But Beth and Denise were eager to explore. Danni still looked sullen, but wasn't crying any more. Frankie looked pensive. Phee just stared at me, with a strange look on her face.

I don't even remember taking my robe or shorts off, but there I was lying on my back on my sister's bed. I was limp as a noodle, and that seemed to fascinate the girls as much as an erection did.

"It was hard," pointed out Frankie. "Why isn't it hard any more?"

"Kiss him," muttered Danni. "It'll get hard then."

Denise turned her head to Danni.

"Look. We get it that you like him. We all like him. We've all liked him for years now. You want us to go in his room and leave the two of you alone? Is that what you want, Danni? You want him all to yourself?"

I thought she was going to yell, because she took in a deep breath. It made her beasts push her PJs tight, like Beth's had been. But she didn't yell. Instead, her face relaxed and she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't think I would feel like this. You're right. We talked about this and we agreed. I promise to do better."

I was astonished when all the girls rushed her, saying "Awwww" and stuff like that. There was this general group hug, and I heard somebody, Frankie, maybe, agree that kissing me was way different than she thought it would be too. Then they all flowed apart and turned back to me. Danni spoke again, but this time her voice was normal.

"Frankie ... show him your breasts."

"What?" Frankie froze.

"If you want him to get hard, show him your breasts."

"Noooo," she moaned. "Nobody's ever seen them."

"We have," Danni reminded her.

"No boy has ever seen them," Frankie said.

"Then it's high time one did," said Beth. "He's seen the pictures ... remember?"

Frankie flushed. She looked at me.

"If you laugh at me I'll hate you forever," she threatened.

"You need to hurry," I said. "Just thinking about seeing them is making me hard already."

Her mouth dropped open and she looked at my cock. It had been lying limply to one side of my balls, kind of on the front of my left thigh. Now it had lengthened a bit. I could feel it moving.

"Hurry!" said Beth, her voice excited.

That's what peer pressure will do. Frankie's fingers flew to her PJs and she unbuttoned the shirt. She stared at my cock the whole time and, ever so slowly, pulled her top apart.

Frankie had freckles that went from one cheek to another, across the bridge of her nose. They were pretty dark, and impossible to miss. So were the freckles that made another arch from one breast, across her upper chest, to the other breast. Her nipples were imperfectly formed. They were puffy, and it was difficult to tell where the nipple was, buried in that bulging areola. But the areolas bulged outward from her breast flesh, and those puffy nipples were eminently suckable.

I know they thought I was doing something intentional, because my penis scraped upwards, filling and firming, until it was no longer lying to the left, but was now aimed sort of at the left of my head.

"You did that," I said to Frankie. I looked at Beth. "You too?"

She blushed too, but her fingers went quickly to the buttons holding her own flannel together. Her tits - and I use that word with the utmost of flattery ... ladies, a guy can maybe explain that to you - were phenomenal ... unbelievable. They were everything I had dreamed them to be. Not only were they large, they were full and tight, meaning they sagged only a little, just from their own weight. The nipples were like dark brown pencil erasers, set on an even darker brown background. Just seeing them made me wish she had a baby - a baby I had made - to suck milk from them.

My cock lifted off my belly and sat, quivering, like a little cannon, aimed to shoot at the headboard. I felt my balls pull up tightly against my groin, and knew they'd feel hard and rough. It wouldn't take much to get them to empty.

"Why is it like that?" asked Denise. "It looked just like that when he was standing up too!"

I needed to calm down a little, so I welcomed the distraction. I rolled over and stood up. The girls darted away from me as if they were afraid. I faced them. I was still looking back and forth between Frankie and Beth, whose breasts were still exposed. My cock adopted what I call the anti-aircraft position that Beth had alluded to.

"When I get really turned on, it gets so hard it won't take any other position," I explained. "If I were a little less excited, it would be straight. If I was less excited than that, it would aim downwards."

"You're excited because of ... us?" Frankie sounded like she couldn't believe it.

"You and Beth ... yes," I said. "You're both beautiful ... delicious looking."

"Delicious." Beth said it with something like wonder in her voice.

"Boys like to suck on breasts for some reason," said Danni. It appeared her sulk was over.

"I get that," said Frankie. "I like to do that too." She blinked, blushed, and pulled her PJ top together to cover her breasts.

"That's not a problem, Frankie," I said.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she yipped.

"Okay," I said. "That's fine too, but it doesn't matter. I know I'll never have sex with you, but I still love looking at you."

"Really?" Her voice was high up.

"Wait." That was Danni. "Did you just lay a bunch of BS on her?"

I looked at Danni and shook my head. "I meant it."

"What about the rest of us?" she asked.

Denise groaned. "Stop doing this to yourself!"

"What's she doing?" I asked.

"She's trying to convince herself she doesn't have feelings for you."

"Shut up!" yelled Danni.

"If you start yelling at each other, it's going to get soft," I warned.

Danni looked like she was going to cry again.

"Danni!" I said, a bit loudly. She looked at me. "Let me explain."

She nodded, and I thought her eyes had some un-spilled tears in them.

"I've fantasized about having sex with all of you." I realized what that actually meant and quickly added, "Except Phee, of course." They all just looked at me. "Normally, I'd never tell you that. But we're not normal any more, I guess. So that's been there. I've even dreamed about it while I was ..." I wondered if that might be going too far.

"We know what you mean," said Phee, of all people.

"Okay, but dreaming about it is one thing. I've never believed I'd be lucky enough to actually get to do anything with any of you. Why do you think I went off so fast last time?" I looked at Danni. "I'm really sorry about that, but you paralyzed me. I had no control. You owned me in that moment."

She flushed, but looked less unhappy, so I went on.

"Now look at me. This is amazing. I'm standing here naked with the sexiest, hottest girls I know. I can't believe they want me to do that. There is the possibility some of them might even touch me. It's mind blowing. Do I hope it happens? You bet your ass I do. Do I assume that anything else will happen? No way. That might jinx everything. I'm already the luckiest guy in town, and even if nothing else happens, I'll always remember you guys, and wish there were five of me, so that I could be with each of you."

It was quiet, while they all just looked at me.

"Get back on the bed," said Beth, eventually.

I did, and Beth came to the edge of the bed. She sank down, mostly on the mattress and looked at my cock. Denise went to the other side and did the same thing. They had to lie halfway on the bed to get to me because it was a queen.

"Are you going to touch him?" Danni asked Frankie.

Frankie shook her head. "Kissing him made me think about it. Maybe next time, but no ... not tonight."

"Then would you touch me?" asked Danni softly.

Frankie paled. "In front of him?"

"I'm so horny," whispered Danni. "If you don't help me, I might do something stupid."

Which is how I got to lie there, while two girls traded off sliding their warm hands up and down my rigid shaft, while I watched two other girls kissing, each with a hand in the other's PJ bottoms.

Phee stood off to one side watching through glittering eyes.

It was unbelievable.

I didn't even care that I had to help Denise and Beth to get me to spurt, because they couldn't get the hang of the right combination of grip and speed.

Of course it might also have been because I never wanted this night to end.

---

 

I didn't wake up the next morning until someone sat on the edge of my bed. I opened bleary eyes, and saw it was Phee.

"Hi," I said. My voice cracked a little. I breathe through my mouth when I sleep, and my throat gets dry.

"Hi," she said. "You were a big hit last night."

"Thanks," I said. "I hope that's not weird for you."

"We'll talk about that later. Breakfast is ready."

I said okay and she left. I realized she was still in her own flannel PJs, and looked at the clock. It was nine. It was also a Saturday, though, so I assumed Phee had stayed in her PJs while she got all the girls gone. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen. Phee was dumping bacon and eggs from the pan onto a plate. She set it down on the table and pointed at the chair. I sat and she brought me a glass of milk.

"Eat, so we can talk," she said.

I looked around.

"Dad is golfing, and Mom went on some kind of tour of quilting shops with her friends," she said, in answer to my unspoken question.

I ate, and she sat and watched me. I could tell she was emotional about something, but I couldn't identify the emotion. When I finished, she took my dishes and put them in the sink. Then she took my hand and took me back to my bedroom.

"Sit down, please," she said, pointing at the bed.

I sat and she paced. Eventually she stopped and faced me.

"Why did you print my picture off that tumblr site?"

I swallowed. I didn't want to answer. I just looked at her.

"I have to know, Tut," she said.

"What if you don't like the answer?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that. Just tell me why you did it. Was it to give to Mom and Dad?"

"No!" I said immediately. Maybe too quickly. "I told you I wouldn't do that."

"You told me that later, after you printed it. Tell me ... was it to ... look at later?"

I looked at her and she looked scared.

"Look," I said. "It's not so bad, really. I mean you know I'd never hurt you or anything. And guys are just guys sometimes. Please don't get all freaked out."

She didn't look freaked out in the slightest. If anything, she looked less nervous. In fact, she took a step closer to me.

"Tell me the truth. Do you ever think about me ... that way?"

Another question I did not want to answer. "What way?" I hedged.

"Like you think of the others," she said. "Like you talked about last night."

I swallowed again.

"Didn't we talk about this already? I told you I printed them so I could show them to you."

"Is that the only reason you printed them?" She leaned over and stared into my eyes. I noticed that the top two buttons of her PJs were undone, and I could see right down the front of them. I stared at the creamy inside slopes of my sister's breasts, and swallowed again.

"No," I whispered. I hadn't meant to answer truthfully, but the distraction of her cleavage had sandbagged me.

She reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. She's only a little shorter than me. Among the girls, only Danni is taller than Phee. She stood very close to me and stared into my eyes.

"Have you ever jerked off thinking about me, Tut?" Her voice was just a whisper.

I swear I'd have lied, except her hands came to land on my waist. I had slept in my shorts, and still didn't have on a shirt. Her hands were warm and I felt tingles. They say you have to think more to lie about something, because the truth comes easy. And I couldn't think, just then, so again the truth slipped out.

"Yes."

I winced. I expected recriminations. I expected screaming. I expected threats of doom and gloom.

What I didn't expect was for her hands to leave my waist and come to my face. She gripped said face firmly and then pulled it to hers, where her warm, soft lips were suddenly crushed against mine, and her hands slipped to the back of my head to keep the kiss going.

It was like kissing Frankie. Except it was like kissing Beth, because I could feel my sister's hot breasts through the flannel covering them as they pressed against my chest. Then it was like kissing Danni, because when her hips found my sudden, instant and complete erection, they bumped into it not all that gently. In the end it was like kissing Denise, because suddenly my hands were full of firm buttocks, helping her rub against my boner.

Suffice it to say it was not a sisterly kiss.

And when it was over she pushed me hard, and I landed on my back on my bed, my arms flung wide. My expectations still weren't met, because again she didn't yell or scream. Instead, she unbuttoned her PJ top, just like the girls had the night before, and pulled them open to display her breasts. She looked at the front of my shorts, which were tented obscenely, and reached with her fingers and thumbs to squeeze her nipples.

"Why do my friends get to have fun, but I can't?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Like I could answer that. Like I could even talk.

Phoenix could be very assertive when she wanted to be. Generally, she chose her battles, but I knew full and well that if she wanted something, she usually got her way. This had happened, to my general dismay, on plenty of occasions.

She stepped up, putting her left leg between my legs, and shrugged her top off. She bent over and gripped the waistband of my shorts.

"I had to stand there last night, and watch my best friend making out with Frankie, while Beth and Denise got to play with your beautiful, hard prick!" As she said "prick" she jerked hard and exposed the actual organ to which she was referring.

"And even though they all know I wasn't pissed off about you lusting after me, they still assume I'm not allowed to do anything ... while they get to satisfy their own curiosity at my expense!"

She reached for, and gripped my penis.

"I'm curious too, you know," she said, staring at the head of my cock as she pushed the foreskin off of it. "I get horny too, you know," she said as she jacked slowly on my rod. She crawled up onto the bed, retaining her grip on my manhood, and lay down on my out flung right arm. Her face came toward mine. "I want to know what it feels like too," she said, and then she kissed me again.

This was very different than it had been with any of the other girls.

It was different on obvious levels. There was a fundamental difference between doing something with two girls at once, while you watched two others engage in at least semi-lesbian foreplay ... and being alone with one girl. There was another fundamental difference between playing around with potential girlfriends ... and doing the same thing with your sister.

But I think the main difference was that I forgot all about the fact that Phee was my sister. Rather, she was the girl I loved more than any other, the girl I wanted to please more than any other, and the girl I would die for before hurting. We had always been close, but this was taking things to a whole new level of closeness.

We basically made out while she played with my dick. At one point I whispered into her mouth "I want to touch you," and her hand left my penis to bring my left hand to her naked breast. I admit I got a little wild. There was a time when I rolled over on top of her. She didn't resist at all, and just kept kissing me. I took some time off to kiss my way down to her chest and suck on turgid nipples, and her hands played with my hair while I did it. But she loved kisses, and I loved kissing her too, so we did a whole lot more of that.

Finally I slid my hand into her bottoms. She stiffened, groaned, and then spread her legs.

All I knew about fingerfucking a girl was what I had seen in internet videos, but knowing about the clitoris was really all that was important, because finding hers was easy. Then it was just a matter of rubbing it until she shuddered and squealed and panted and whined. I honestly believe it was knowing I had caused an orgasm in her - the first I'd ever given another human being - that resulted in my semen bursting forth to soak her hand. She was still stroking, but not even close to what would actually bring me off.

In the end we lay there, gasping and panting, sweat rolling off our bodies, tangled up together, both pretty much freaked out by what had just happened.

I was told later in life, or maybe I read it somewhere, that women have one of two reactions to making love. At least if the loving they got is good loving. They either lie there, happy and satisfied, which is what evolution is all about. Lying there gives the sperm time to wiggle through the mucus plug in the cervix, and go in search of an egg. Or they get all excited and perky and jump up and are full of energy. They say women like that will do things like going on a cleaning frenzy when they are well fucked.

Anyway, when I was told this, or read it or whatever, I already had an example of the second type. Phoenix was energized by having orgasms. The more she had, the more energized she became. She once got up from bed and painted an entire room. More about that later, perhaps.

I got my introduction to that kind of woman that morning. One minute we were lying there panting, and the next she was on all fours, her perfect breasts hanging over my chest as she kissed me on the lips, and cheeks and forehead.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. That was followed by "Don't you dare tell any of them we did that." She bounced off the bed and stared at my messy cock.

"I love you, Thutmose Robinson. I don't care if it's perverted or not. I love you, and I always will."