Freak of Nature - Part Two - Sisters The following story is a work of complete and utter fiction, meant for adults. That means that it isn't a true story. If you are under 18 or under the age of consent where you live stop reading now and do not download this story. If you have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, please stop reading now, do not download this story, and consider getting psychiatric help. If you have already consulted a psychiatrist, please take your medications. The story involves sexual contact (exhibitionism, mutual masturbation) between a thirteen-year-old boy and his fourteen- and fifteen-year-old sisters. Neither the boy, nor the girls are real children. THAT IS, NO REAL PEOPLE, WITH THE POSSIBLE EXCEPTION OF THE AUTHOR, WERE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. If such stories offend you, stop reading now and do not download this story. If such stories are illegal where you live, stop reading now and do not download this story. If you enjoy reading stories like this one, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. Operating sites like these is not free. I really like SPECIFIC feedback on my writing. Good or bad, it helps me improve. Email me at jordan.bradders@writeme.com ================================================ Freak of Nature - Part Two - Sisters By Jordan Bradders (c) Copyright 2016 Jordan Bradders. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to download this story for personal use only. It may not be published in any other forum, web site or book without my prior permission. Peter stepped out of the shower. He went immediately to the bathroom door to confirm that it was firmly locked. His life had changed dramatically since the last time he'd forgotten to lock that door, and he wanted no more surprises. He swung the closet door open, blocking the doorway as additional insurance, He examined himself in the mirror as he toweled himself dry, marveling at the sheer size of his penis. It had been about the size of a pencil stub, both in length and girth, when he was twelve; but now, only a year later, it measured ten-and-a-quarter inches in length. When it was hard, he could barely wrap his hand around its almost five-and-a-half inch circumference. He hadn't realized that this was unusual until the past weekend, when his Uncle Pete had visited. Prior to that, he'd thought his rapid and excessive penile growth normal; the man had disabused him of that notion. Among other things, they had measured one another. Peter's "peter" was almost an inch longer than that of the thirty-three-year-old man and almost as thick. This was at least twice the length of the average man's penis; of course, young Peter had still not reached his full growth and would most likely continue to grow. `Damn,' he thought. `How big is this thing gonna get?' Unprepared for his weekend visit and surprised by its purpose, Peter had missed the opportunity to talk with his uncle about something that had been bothering him for some time. He'd started to wonder during his uncle's last visit whether they had a secret in common. That, of course, was before he learned of the anatomical oddity that would link them forever. His thirty-three-year-old uncle was single. He'd never mentioned a girlfriend, and had never taken or received any phone calls from friends of any kind, even during extended visits. Coupled with the way he sometimes looked at him and some of his friends, Peter had started to wonder if his uncle might be gay. This question was of pressing interest to Peter because he had realized over about the past year that he was more attracted to boys - and men - than to girls. He had no need to fake it for his friends, though, because he liked to look at girls; but he fantasized and even had dreams about boys. His best friend, Jake, figured prominently in many of those dreams, though he'd actually dreamed about Uncle Pete last night. He didn't know how he felt about being gay. He thought it might be a hard way to live, and wished he'd had the courage to broach the subject with his uncle before he left to return home. He suspected that his prodigious penis might further complicate things. He put on his robe and cinched it tight. Until recently, he'd felt comfortable walking around in just his underwear, but those days were gone. As he made his way down the hall, he spied Molly, the oldest of his four sisters, staring up at him from the main floor of the house. She hadn't looked at him the same since she'd walked in on him in the bathroom and discovered his anomaly. Very conscious of his penis swinging back and forth under his robe, he stepped into his bedroom and closed the door. Not for the first time, he considered what to do about her. He'd asked his Uncle Pete, but he had no suggestions. He was on his own. Not knowing what else to do, he changed into his pajamas - another change in his routine spurred by recent events - and slipped into bed. The next morning, he woke to the sound of his two youngest sisters, Emma and Lillie, arguing over the bathroom. He swung out of bed and was confronted by "morning wood." This, at least, wasn't new. He got up, threw the comforter back over the bed, and then laid out his clothes for school while he waited for his half-erection to go down. Even semi-flaccid, his penis was too large to go out into the hallway with his sisters present. He decided to wear compression shorts under baggy jeans. He and his uncle had determined that this was one of the better ways to conceal his "package." He, his uncle and his mother had concluded that the smart move would be to keep his anatomical peculiarity "under wraps" as long as possible, knowing that it would result in the worst kind of celebrity - something Peter desperately hoped to avoid. When the shouting had subsided, Peter hurried to the bathroom, only barely beating Miranda, another of his sisters, to the door. He quickly urinated, then washed his face, brushed his teeth, applied deodorant, and generally made himself presentable for a day in the eighth grade. When he opened the door, the fourteen-year-old was standing there, waiting. She silently stood back and let him pass, her piercing blue eyes never leaving his face. Peter was struck by how different she seemed. Ordinarily, he would have expected her to demand over and over that he "Hurry up, Peter," then would have pushed past him into the bathroom. `Shit,' he thought. `Molly told her.' Breakfast was uneventful, except some odd looks from his mother, and some unusually polite interactions with his two older sisters. `At least,' he thought, `Lillie and Emma aren't treating me any different. Maybe Molly didn't tell them.' The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that Molly wouldn't have told the nine- and eleven-year-old girls, but he was increasingly certain that the fourteen-year-old knew. `I guess I'd better talk with mom about this,' he thought as he cleared his dishes and escorted the two younger girls to the bus stop. He was in Middle School - eighth grade. The elementary school bus came first, then his own about fifteen minutes later; Molly and Miranda's bus wouldn't arrive for another thirty minutes after that, but they followed him out and were standing there when Lillie and Emma disappeared into their bus. The two older girls stood looking at their brother for a long moment. Molly spoke. "Miranda wants to see your ..." She blushed. "... you know." Peter decided to play dumb and make them say it. "No. I don't know." He looked at Miranda. "What do you want to see, Miranda?" The fourteen-year-old didn't speak but just stood there, her eyes cast down as if staring at his crotch. This reminded Peter of what her friend, Christine had said to him only a week before. His voice sharp, he called "Hey, Miranda. My eyes are up here!" She snapped her eyes to his face guiltily, much as he had when reprimanded by her friend. Molly spoke. "I told Miranda what I saw in the bathroom, but she doesn't believe me. You have to show us. If you don't, I'm gonna tell everybody. I know you don't want that; I overheard you talking with mom and Uncle Pete." Peter's bus turned the corner. He looked from Molly to Miranda, shaking his head. "No way, Molly. No fuckin' way. That's fuckin' sick." The bus door opened and he climbed aboard, shaken by his sister's threat. "I definitely need to talk with mom tonight," he muttered as he dropped into a seat. "What did you say, dude," asked his best friend, Jake. He turned, surprised. "Oh. Nothing. Was just thinking about... ummm... something I have to do tonight. They quickly moved on to discussions of the drama and intrigue known as the Middle School social world; but Peter was unable to get over the idea that nothing would ever be the same for him again. Peter wanted desperately to talk with someone about his secrets. He could feel them weighing him down; in fact, he the newest secret was a literal weight in his pants as he walked. But, who could he trust? He knew he could trust his best friend, Jake; but, could Jake handle it? Would he be jealous? Angry? Disgusted? Would he reject him? Thinking back to the discussion he'd had with his mother and uncle, he decided not to risk it. 'But,' he wondered, 'will Jake be mad when he finds out and realizes I didn't tell him?' By the time Peter got home from school he'd figured out that he would have to deal with his sisters on his own. Nothing his mother said or did could stop Molly from "accidentally" letting his secret slip. After all, it was bound to get out eventually; they just wanted to delay that as long as possible. Oddly, his strategy for dealing with the older girls came out of a discussion in Language Arts class. During a discussion of Shakespeare's `Merchant of Venice,' the teacher had compared Shylock's demand that Antonio promise a pound of his own flesh to having "skin in the game." Peter's mind had whirled as he considered the idea of making the girls literally put their skin on the line. Miranda was already home when Peter walked into the house, but he went directly to his room, announcing that he had lots of homework. He didn't want to talk to Miranda; he needed to come to terms with Molly first. After dinner, he signaled the older girl, then went up to his bedroom, leaving the door open. As expected, the two girls joined him almost immediately. He gestured for Molly to come in, leaving Miranda in the hall. "You think about my proposition, little brother?" Molly smirked and added "It's not like you have a choice." "Yeah. I thought about it. But what's in it for me? Right now, you've got no proof. If I show Miranda, you have a witness. Why would I want to make it worse?" Smiling, Molly took out her phone. "Okay, then. I guess I'll just have to let it slip to a few of my friends." She scrolled through her contact list. "I'll bet Christine'd be really interested. It's too bad she's such a horrible gossip." She looked at her brother pointedly. Peter smiled at his sister. "You really are an evil bitch. Y'know that, Molly?" When she didn't respond, he continued "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just want something in return." Sensing victory, Molly slipped her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. "Oh yeah, Petey? What do you want in return?" Peter grimaced. His mother had banned the diminutive nickname, knowing that it made him feel even smaller than he was. It seemed especially ironic under the current circumstances. "All I want is a guarantee that you and Miranda won't tell anyone else." Molly opened her mouth to speak, but Peter rushed on. "I need more than a promise. I need a guarantee." She nodded. "Go on. What kind of guarantee?" "Everything you want from me, you have to do, too. You want to see me naked; you have to get naked, too. You want to touch it; I get to touch you. That way, if you tell, I have as much on the two of you as you have on me." Molly stared back at her brother. "You fucking perv. You want to see your sisters naked?" Peter just stared back, knowing that she would quickly realize the flaw in her logic. He knew he had her when she nodded. "I'll talk to Miranda." Before she could open the door, Peter said "We do it in here. The two of you go and get your showers, then put on your robes and come in here together. When you're naked, I'll take off my clothes and you can look all you want; just so I get to look all I want. Whatever you do to me, I get to do to you. That's the deal." Molly swept from the room and led her sister to their room. She quickly reviewed the plan. Miranda quickly agreed. She didn't care if her brother saw her naked; she just wanted to see the trouser snake her sister had described. Peter made some last minute preparations. First, he checked the position of his laptop computer, ensuring that the webcam caught the far end of the room as well as the bed. He smiled when he heard the bathroom door close and the shower running. The two girls were actually in the bathroom together! When he heard the bathroom door open, he turned on the webcam and blanked the screen, then hurried to sit on his bed, facing the door. A knock at the door, then it opened to reveal the two girls, dressed only in their bathrobes. They walked in, and Molly closed and locked the door. Peter pulled his tee-shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, then waited. Molly dropped her robe, leaving her naked. Miranda hesitated a long moment, then did the same. Peter didn't move, but ran his eyes over his two sisters' bodies. He was surprised to find his penis stiffening in his pants. These were, after all, his sisters. Besides which, he'd known for some time that he was more attracted to boys than to girls. All of his masturbatory fantasies centered on hunky boys and men. He wondered if that would change after tonight. "Turn around. Let me see your asses." Ever conscious of the webcam's field of vision, he added "Come stand in front of me. Don't worry. I won't touch you unless you touch me." When the girls complied with his demands, Peter felt a surge of blood push into his penis and he realized his excitement wasn't strictly sexual. It was a combination of the forbidden nature of what he and his sisters were doing, and the power he wielded over them. `Wow,' he thought. `This thing is like a magic wand.' He stood and let his jeans drop to the floor, leaving him wearing compression shorts that left little to the imagination. Leering at Molly, he said "I didn't know you had such nice tits. No wonder the boys are always sniffing after you." He reached down and stroked himself through the compression shorts as he turned to Miranda. "I have a friend who says `Anything more than a handful is a waste.' There's no waste here; your breasts are perfect." Miranda shuddered at her brother's crudity, but also felt a thrill of excitement. She wasn't accustomed to being talked to in such overtly sexual language. She thought she liked it, even if it was just her little brother. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pushed them down. When they finally cleared the end of his semi-flaccid penis, it bobbed up, and then dropped back to pendulum back and forth between his legs. Molly just stared. She'd seen several boys without their pants, including Peter less than a week before, but she was still shocked by the size of her brother's cock. She'd never actually seen her boyfriend's penis, but had touched it and knew it was smaller than her palm. She held up her hand and compared it to the organ in front of her then shook her head in disbelief. Miranda gasped. Her sister had told her how big her brother was, but she was still shocked. She'd never actually laid eyes on a penis before, but had checked out the shapes of some of the boys through their swim suits. The biggest of them didn't compare with what her brother was sporting. His penis hung almost to his knees, and was as thick as her wrist. `It just doesn't look right on his skinny little body,' she thought, suppressing a giggle. She was stunned when her older sister licked her lips and asked "Can I... touch it?" Peter nodded. "Remember the deal. You touch my dick; I get to touch you wherever I want." His eyes locked onto his sister's breasts, making it clear where he would be touching. Molly took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Peter turned, positioning himself so the camera would catch the space between them. Molly reached down and touched, then grasped his penis, while he reached out with both hands and gently squeezed her breasts. When she started to stroke along the shaft of his penis, he gently pinched, then caressed, each of her nipples in turn. Miranda stepped closer as her brother's penis stiffened. She gasped when its tip brushed Molly's pubic hair. Peter could have leaned forward and pressed his penis into his sister's slit, but he remained still. Without asking, Miranda reached out and grasped her brother's shaft. At ten-and-a-quarter inches, there was plenty of room for each of the girls to grip it with both hands. Peter smiled as he took his hands from Molly's breasts and reached for Miranda's pert little mounds. "Mmmm... these feel good, Miranda." Peter moaned softly when one of the girls -- he didn't know which -- grasped the head of his penis. The only hands that had ever touched his penis this way were his own, and he was enjoying this immensely. But he remembered the deal. "Don't forget. I get to do whatever you do. If you..." He moaned again then fell back onto the bed. Neither girl let go and the hand that had been massaging the head of his penis continued its ministrations. "If you... god... if you keep doing... doing that, I get to mast... ohhh... I get to masturbate you... too." He looked down and saw that the hand belonged to Molly, but he made no move to stop her or to reciprocate. "Oh god... that feels so good... Molly. God... please don't stop." The two girls pressed their advantage, apparently oblivious to the fact that they were being recorded. Molly continued to work the head of her brother's penis, while Miranda slid her hands down the shaft to his balls. Looking at her sister, she said "These seem pretty tiny. How do they compare with Michael's?" Without missing a beat, Molly cupped her brother's balls in one hand and weighed them. "Michael's are way bigger. I guess that means Peter still has some growing to do. This thing's gonna be the size of a fire hose by the time it's done!" Peter's penis was at full attention. Its tip bounced up and down on his belly, well above his navel. His belly was coated with precum. He moaned "If you don't stop, I'm gonna... god... don't stop." He was barely conscious of his surroundings, but he knew he didn't want the girls to stop. He didn't care that it was his sisters. He was on the verge of getting off, for the first time without benefit of his own hands. Just then, their mother's voice came to them from downstairs. "Okay, kids. It's time for bed." Miranda removed her hands, leaving his penis feeling cold, but Molly continued. She wanted to see him cum. She'd wondered how this worked, and now was her chance. She slid her thumb over the head of her brother's penis the way her boyfriend had taught her. She could hear his breaths, shallow and fast; just like Michael. She felt his penis thicken in her hand and watched as his tiny balls pulled up into his scrotum. She'd never been in a position to see all of this before, and was loving every minute. Peter put his hand over his mouth to stifle a loud moan as he released, spilling a small amount of semen across his belly and chest. His penis spasmed over and over, but no more fluid came out. He lay there, panting for breath. Molly stood up and nodded at her sister. She leaned down and kissed her brother full on the lips, then whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, little brother. We're gonna do this again, and you'll get your chance at my pussy." She signaled Miranda to put on her robe and slip out of the room ahead of her then bent to pick up her own robe. Still naked, she whispered "I'm gonna want to see that video, little brother. Nobody else bet see it, though." Then she was gone. Peter lay there, stunned. Molly had known he was recording but went ahead anyway. She'd obviously enjoyed it and wanted more. He didn't know about Miranda but was certain that he and Molly would be playing together again. His cock felt heavy as it lay along his belly. He got up, pulled his robe from the hook on the back of the door, and made his way to the bathroom for his shower. `This,' he thought, `is gonna be a great summer.' --------------------------------------------------- Did you like this story? Want to hear what happens over the summer? When Peter starts High school? What do you think SHOULD happen next? Email me at jordan.bradders@writeme.com If you enjoyed this story, PLEASE DONATE TO THIS FORUM. Websites like this do not run themselves and are not free!