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He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his feet planted firmly, his head lolling back. Jacking off, again. His breathing was getting harder, more laboured, hands rubbing his smooth, long boycock. Just about, just about- he heard a car door slam. His older sister's! Hurriedly, he pulls up his pants, a painful erection bulging out obscenely. She walks in casually, Laurissa does, done for the day with her community college, and barely sees him as he tries to play it cool on the couch, such a sweet little angel. She calls out from the kitchen, "Hey Adam, want a Coke, too?" "Uh, sure," Adam squeaked back, still uncomfortable from the abrupt ending of his jacking off. She sauntered in, the typical pretty college girl, jeans hugging her rounded hips, her shirt's design slightly warped by her breasts. Even if she was his sister, Adam was still a boy, and as a boy, anything that remotely resembled a girl turned him on, especially now that he had fully mastered the art of masterbation. "Scoot over, I wanna watch TV, too" she said as she siddled against him, thinking nothing of how painfully pleasuring it was to have her leg nudging his, gently. She handed him his soda without looking, accidently making perfect aim: his groin. It was too much, the fact that he was so close before, her legs, the gentle pressure on his John- he sighed and came. Laurissa looked at him weirdly, then with disgust and almost anger as she sees it seeping through his jeans. "Little perv!" she yelled, absolutely shoving the can between his legs- this time with as much force as she could muster. Adam gasped, still unwinding from his long awaited cum, then realized the aching pain. He cried out for her to stop, toppling over himself to hold his 'nads. She got up, glaring at him. "Little perv" she repeated, then, "Get up" He looked at her uncertainly, his hands still clutching his wet groin. Slowly, shakily he got up. After a few moments, he could stand somewhat erect, his hands by his side, but he couldn't look her in the eyes. He knew what he did was a natural reaction, by fifteen any and every boy knew that, but also wrong, by the look on Laurissa's face. "You sicko." She said, and suddenly the slightly pointed tip of her heels met his balls. His eyes widened, and instinctively he grabbed for himself again, this time a burning, buzzing sensation working itself up on his already beaten balls. He fell back on the couch, this time he actually had tears in his eyes from the pain. "I'm sorry, it wasn't for you, it just happened!" He tried to explain, but Laurissa just stormed off into her room. He spent the rest of the evening on the couch, until finally he slowly lumbered into his room into bed. Checking himself, he noticed his bag had only swelled a little bit, and carefully he tucked himself in. The next day at CC, Laurissa was chatting with her friend, Kaitlynn, furiously about how sick her brother was. "I mean, he practically came all over me! It was disgusting!" She was saying, still quite pissed over yesterday's events. "Ugh, that used to happen all the time with my little brother, too. I swear, one time I just walked into my room, ready to do some homework, and there he is, jacking off into my panties! Doesn't happen anymore, though." Kaity replied. "Ew! If I ever caught the little pervert doing that, I'd slice his nuts off. But hey, what do you mean, not anymore though?" Kaity looked around mischieviously, and asked, "Promise not to tell?" Laurissa nodded excitedly, no doubt a big secret was going to be spoiled. "I put a cock lock on him." She gasped. "The hell did you get one?!" "I have a friend of a friend. I could ask her for you..." He was at it again. Straight from school to home, almost running, his erection almost bobbing up and down in his Levis. Once in his room, he shed his pants and proceeded to grasp his fully hardened cock, so overwhelmed he didn't realize his sister was home already. In fact, she just walked right into his doorway, over to him. His eyes were closed as his fist pumped up, down, up down adamantly. She gently grabbed his hand, wrapping the other one around his shaft. His eyes opened in surprise, then widened with fear. She smile sweetly. "Adam, what are you doing, naughty little boy?" "I uh, no, it's not- I'm sorry!" He tried to wriggle away, but she increased pressure to very uncomfortable amounts on his penis, his head started to turn a distinct shade of angry red. He stilled himself, but was almost whimpering. She dug her nails in once, but deep, as a way to shut him up. Wincing, he quieted, too. "Adam, Adam, Adam." She started, her head shaking back and forth as if disappointed in her baby brother. "What a dirty little boy you are. We can't have this going on, now, can we?" Unsure of what else to do, and not wanting any more squeezings or nails to puncture his sensitive glans, he nodded in agreement. "Good!" She smiled, almost happily, and said enthusiastically, "I'm glad you agree! Just to make sure you really do, and aren't just talking smack, I'm going to help you stick to your words, okay?" With this she pulled out a long, light pink tube. Adam look confusedly at it, then realized why his sister was holding his penis so. He began to try to break free again, but this time she dropped the tube and used her other hand to squeeze his balls- hard. He cried out, but stopped immediately. "I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again! I swear! Laurissa, no! I don't want one of those, please!" He tried to persuade her with his cries, but she ignored him, only increasing pressure on his slightly swollen bollocks. He bit his lip, trying not to cry. She began to fit the contraption over his penis, but a D-ring fixture had gotten caught on a small bit of foreskin, scraping it as well as his sensitive head. He jumped, causing his balls, which were still in her hand for leverage, to be squished yet again as she bettered her hold on him so he didn't get away. He started to moan and groan in pain, but she worked through his pain. The tube was a simple contraption, albeit very reliable. It was a thick rubber with a special seam down the middle, about 4 inches long, which left another two inches of his penis's skin free. To fit it over his cock, she had to carefully pull it somewhat over his penis to help fix it's position, then took out a small lock which is insterted on the seam, where an overlap is. Once locked, she could easily fit it over the shaft- but not as easily back off. In fact, it was near impossible, unless you wanted to chop it off. No blade could safely fit under it, and you couldn't pull it off with out it pulling your cock off. No, the only way was to unlock it, and dear sister Laurissa was placing the key on a special necklace that, when worn, laid right between her pert breasts. Finished, she took a step back and admired her work. The cocklock was a mild pink, and it contrasted nicely with her brother's tan skin. He was still gasping and sputtering from the last heave she had to do to get the thing on, somewhat accidently crunching his nuts between her elbow -then knee- and the bed. "Aww, little brother, not feeling well?" She said, gently massaging his shoulders. "Well, let's see if you can still feel good with this on, hmm?" With that she pried his hands away from his genitals, despite his groans, and lightly grasped the head of his cock between her fingers, running them up and down the visible skin. He didn't want to like it, but Adam did, and soon was lying back, panting, his dick as hard as all get out. Laurissa, though enjoying the show, was getting tired of it, and wanted to hurry him along. Crawling up on the bed, she knelt between his legs, still rubbing. She leaned forward, and took the tip between her lips. Adam gasped- his sister was giving him a blow job, and a damn fine one at that. He lifted his hips up slighty, her tongue flickering at the rim of his head, and he was so close to cumming, and he was going crazy, he had to. He felt it build, steadily, steadily, and then- Nothing. He couldn't do anything. He was hard alright, and sure feeling it, but he was locked. He let out a strangled whine, and when he looked up, he saw his sister smirking at his confused and hurt expression. "Huh, guess it works?" She said slyly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand on nothing but saliva. She started to walk out the room, leaving her him to deal with his sexual frustration and bruised balls. How long could this go on? (Maybe continued?) |