Troy: Part 1 "Undressing" Troy couldn't help it, especially now that he was entering puberty, and despite what he tried to tell himself he could physically feel the heat of his shame slowly spread across his face. Then, as if to make matters worse than what they already were, he would inevitably stammer when begging his mother to change her mind. And it was the way that he begged, in a soft voice that was a stammer that always brought the first real leers to his sister's faces. Pawing at the floor Troy tried to hold the words back, but the fact was too ingrained within his mind that upon occassions, rare as they were, they had changed his mother's mind. And with that the softly spoken, if cracking "Mommy please?" was distinctly heard. The giggles coming from his younger sister were muffled, but still all too audible as she mimicked his childish "Mommy" and try as he might to block her out, tonight, when alone, her voice would be ringing in his ears. Without as much as turning her head Mrs. Tyler hushed her daughter with a gentle hand motion then in a stern tone simply said, "Troy. Now." Choking back the cries meant biting down on his upper lip, but that didn't stop the first sign of wetness from springing to Troy's eyes as he started to fumble with the top button of his shirt. Slowly, button by button he continued until his shirt fell open and he was able to shrug it off his shoulders. Exposing his chest and stomach which were just now showing the first real hint of maturity. The broadness of chest and tapered "V" yet to come. Unable to look towards his sisters and knowing from experience how bright their eyes would be, like demons in a really bad movie, he folded his shirt and set it down, neatly. The looks and expressions within the room all said so much, although none of them said exactly the same thing. The look on his mothers face was one of resolve, the look that said in her mind Troy was a boy, and like all boys, in dire need of constant correction. Glaring at him, his oldest sister, Gwen, now almost seventeen, couldn't help but to agree with her mother. Troy was always getting out of line and it was her opinion that if Troy wasn't kept in check it wouldn't be long before he too started to act like so many of the boys his age did. Something Gwen, along with her mother, found inexcusable. Besides, unknown to either Troy or her younger sister, she had an agenda of her own. One that she had been working on for over a year now. One that just might be coming to pass. Soon. At twelve, Annabelle, Anna, as she now wanted to be called, was seeing Troy in a different light. Slowly, as if inspecting a fine painting, she looked him over. Sending the image into her mind. For prosperity as well as for future referance. Anna was now of the age where boys, and their bodies, were of the utmost importance to her. The fact that it was her brother's she was studying didn't bother her in the slightest. Troy had now reached the point where she was all but unable to breath, his hands were on his underwear, not that she would ever admit that fact, as she found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs in nervous anticipation. Pausing, even Troy took notice of the silence in the room and was acutely aware of what everyone was waiting for. Breathing deeply, unaware of how hard he was fighting to retain some semblance of self control, Troy turned his head away as he felt his underwear sliding past his private parts. Then actually closed his eyes as he instinctivly stepped out of them. Before adding them, neatly, and folded, to his pile of clothes. For both sisters this was a sight that they could see again and again and still feel the pit form in their stomachs as the need, the want, to watch, to look yet again took hold. There was a surrealness to the moment that never failed to thrill and excite them. Just as it served as a bonding of emotions between them. It was Gwen's thoughts, had he been able to read them, that would have Troy recoiling. In Gwen's mind she was seeing Troy as he was now, naked, diminished. Hands firmly clasped behind his back, leaving him exposed and upon display, head hanging in shame, as he is slowly scolded. Awaiting the now inevitable spanking, and possible other punishments that might follow. Only in Gwen's mind, she was seeing herself standing in her mother's place and her heart gives a leap when recalling their most recent mother-daughter talk. Standing in place Troy's small tremors were noticeable if one looked. However, it was the expression upon his face that held your attention. The clean planes that gave his face that open, fresh look were tight, pinching his features. Add to this the sad eyes that only briefly glanced up from the floor, as if afraid to look anyone in the eye, and Troy looked more like a pauper child on a winter's night then a suburban thirteen year old. Anna could feel herself creeping in closer, once again enthralled and overwhelmed at the sight of her brother, as a unknowing smile started to play upon her lips. Twelve she might be but already a bright mind and a dominate personality was evident and never more so than at times like this. Holding herself still, as if someone had put her on pause, she waited until she had caught her brother's eye and with nothing more then a upward twitch of her lips she slowly clasped her hands together, a quiet signal to Troy that his hands were no longer being held in place. And felt a spasm as she spotted the humble submission in his eyes as he wordlessly reclasped them. But this spasm was nothing when compared to the knee buckling reaction Anna got from Troy when she suddenly blurted out what had just now creeped into her consiousness. "Mom! Look! Troy has hair now!" And like a hawk that has spotted it's prey Anna moved in for a closer look. Unable to move all Troy could do was whimper as both of his sisters moved in for a closer look. Troy was as proud of his new pubic hair as he was embarrassed by them and his mind seemingly went to overload as he tried to think of a response. Until Gwen went so far as to reach out and gently brush them with her fingertips. Then he recoiled and took a step back. It took all of his strength for Troy to obey his mother's whippet like response of "Young man! You will stand still!" So much so that his wounded cry of "Mommy please!" never became audible and instead died on his lips. Part 2 "Spanking" His mother's encouraging smile allowed his sisters to get so close to him he could feel the warmth of their breath upon him as he stood rigidly at parade rest, the byproduct of having a military father, before gently telling her daughters "That is enough. For right now." The veiled promise within his mother's statement caused Troy to actually raise up on his toes for a moment. And silently gulp. Then moan as if in pain when Anna proudly announced to one and all, "He has six of them. I counted six hairs!" All but cooing a "That's nice dear," to her daughter, Mrs. Allenson now turned the full force of her personality, which is formidable to say the least, towards her son. "Troy!" she barked. "I am tired of your not obeying me, as well as your constant harassment of your sisters! Maybe after we're done today you will have a different opinion! Do you understand me?" Blinded by how unfair this was, after all he had only told Anna to get her own if she wanted a pop out of the kitchen. But knowing better then to argue with his Mom, Troy simply croaked out a contrite "Yes Ma'am." Sitting down in the chair Mrs. Allenson could feel her own crooked smile. Half of her was smiling at how obedient her son was, while the other half was frowning in thought. Troy was at the age where his attitude had to be monitored constantly least his hormones overtake his common sense. Or worse yet, the manners and obedience she had worked so hard to instill. With that thought Mrs. Allenson felt her resolve strengthen and her back straighten and with that she reached out and led her son over her lap. As Troy gently wiggled himself into place she became aware of the fact that her son now felt heavier and felt an alarm going off in her head that said she had better keep him on his toes, starting now. Taking Troy's arm and pinning it against his back, Mrs. Allenson felt someone modified, if not comforted, by the silky smoothness, the boyishness of Troy's skin. He was, still, all boy. And with that thought picked up her hairbrush. Honing in on the sweet spot of her son's bottom, Mrs. Allenson raised the brush slowly, as taking aim at a firing range, before swinging, and finding solace in the loud sound of wood meeting bare skin. And the bright red mark it left on Troy's pinkish skin. Three more strong strokes and the spot was all but shining. Not to mention that Troy was now trying to burrow his way through her lap, like an animal trying to claw it's way to freedom. Now moving up just a little, Mrs. Allenson decided to target the middle of Troy's bottom, the part where the crack separates the two cheeks, and with a rapidness that sounded like gun fire, placed twenty stinging strokes, one on top of the other. And found herself nodding as Troy was now crying through some real pain as he begged her, "Mommy! Please. I am sorry. I will be a good boy!" As she lifted the brush yet again, Mrs. Allenson happened to catch the steely glint in her daughters' eyes and felt a warm spread of motherly love. Her girls, were indeed, their mother's daughters. "Crack!" and with that new stroke on the lower sweet spot Troy's voice broke and she now knew there were tears coming from her son's eyes. Good, was all she thought. Before slowly, and with a strength she hadn't yet used, methodically placed one fresh stroke on top of another until the pinkish hue of her son's bottom was replaced with a red like that on a cheap hookers lips. It was the fact that her son was no longer begging her, just crying. Combined with the fact that his legs were moving back and forth like a little kid playing scissors on the floor that made Mrs. Allenson decide, that maybe, just maybe, it was time to finish his spanking, but not his punishment. Most definitely not his punishment. And with that she placed the brush down. Still holding onto Troy's arm, keeping him pinned in place, Mrs. Allenson raised her hand and placed a hard smack across the middle of his butt and felt the give. Troy still had a layer of baby fat there that created a gentle roll to his bottom. That bubble effect that just screams to be spanked. And with that smack started to lecture her son, in between the slow, hard spanks. And continued until it hurt her hand too much to swing one more time. Leaning back, and brushing off of her face the loose hair that had fallen while spanking her son, she felt an inner voice telling her, "It's time." Then, smiling softly to herself, as if suddenly at peace, she inclined her head forward, asking Troy's sisters to come here. Part 3 "The Anatomy Lesson Begins" Keeping Troy's arm pinned Mrs. Allenson watched for a moment as her daughters circled around their brother, staring at his glowing bottom, silently, before Mrs. Allenson nudged then on, like a wolf pushing her puppies out into daylight for the first time by saying "Go ahead. Touch. This is how a boy's bottom should feel after he's been spanked!" Anna was the first to take the leap of faith as the words were no more then out of her mother's mouth then her young hands were on her brother's bottom. Softly at first, as if massaging, before stopping and pressing down, hard. Then blinking once or twice quickly and looking up and exclaiming, "Mom, Troy's butt is like throbbing!" "Yes dear." Mrs. Allenson all but cooed. "That's how it suppose to feel after a boy's been spanked." Then, without warning, found herself having to all but lean down to keep her suddenly jerking son in place. It had just now dawned on Troy what was happening and as hard it was for him to speak a wail came with his sudden jerks that could have peeled paint. A cry of "Mommy! Please! NO! Don't let her touch me! It's not FAIR!" Troy's jerks were met with a sudden volley of fresh smacks. Delivered with a ferociousness that almost unsettled Mrs. Allenson herself. Before she calmed herself down and in a voice that was eerie in it's stillness told Troy. "Young man. You do not tell me what I can and can not allow. I will tell you what is and is not allowed. Is that understood?" And both mother and son knew, that indeed, if Troy could have spoken at that moment, his answer would have been a very meek "Yes ma'am." Sitting up straight in the chair Mrs. Allenson turned again to Anna and with a chirp in her voice ask "Now. Where were we dear?" And felt herself relaxing as Anna again boldly stepped forward. Then found the tension in her shoulders unknotting as Anna this time understood what was expected of her. That, in effect, her mother was saying Troy's body was hers to explore. And with that fact now in her mind Anna took her brothers two cheeks and spread them apart. Far apart. Then laughed, as only young girls can do, nervously with high pitched excitement, as Troy squealed a protest from under his breath. Then turned to her still silent sister and said "Gwen? Look! I can make Troy's butt wink at you!" as she pushed and then pulled his cheeks apart. Taking Gwen's silence as a sign she didn't wish to participate, Mrs. Allenson decided to allow Anna a few more minutes of fun, allowing both of her children time to get use to their new positions, before grasping what Anna was doing. Then bit down on her bottom lip as to keep her mood, or her tone at least, somber. Anna had taken up a position behind her brother and in between his spread legs. And while it was true Anna was still spreading and closing his cheeks, even still commenting on his 'smile' she was also now pushing down her brother's bottom, making it ride into his mother's leg, pushing Troy ever so gently forward, before watching him fall back and then starting again. If possible, it almost looked like Anna was fucking her brother. As if stating her dominance over him. Reaching out Mrs. Allenson ran her hand through Anna's hair, letting her know that she understood what her daughter was doing. And that she approved. And let Anna continue until Troy emitted a surprised cry of alarm. One full of personal comprehension. Then suddenly went quiet. The hopeful look in Anna's eyes was warmed by the look in her mothers. Well, that and her wicked smile as Mrs. Allenson sternly told Troy, "Time to get up young man!" Trying to stand up quickly was a chore, but try Troy did, and as soon as he was on his feet the first thing he did was to throw his hands down in front of himself. Something he knew he wasn't ever allowed to do, yet something he did by instinct this time. And with the bright shame of a boy caught, looked only at the floor. Not saying a word, and moving without a sound, Troy's mother simply reached out, grabbed both of her son's arm, and pulled them apart and place them at his sides. Leaving Troy to heave a sob of protest as his engorged, though not erect penis, was now on display, exclaiming to one and all the changes that were now occurring with Troy. In the silence that ensued all Anna could do was to stare. Stare at how long Troy's shaft was. Stare at the way it's red head, or tip as her mother called it, seemed as bright as Rudolph's nose. As if in anger?. Stare at it's small lips that seemingly wanted a kiss as they bounced in time with her brother's moving feet. But most of all she stared at the way it swayed in time with his feet, as if alive. As if a separate entity from her brother that had somehow gotten attached to him. Part 4 "The Anatomy Lesson Continues" That said it was Gwen's biting words that brought everyone back to the here and now as she angrily stated "Well! I guess that explains the sticky tissue paper by his bed. See Mom! I told you Troy was jerking off!" After that it was impossible for Troy to turn any redder. Even when Anna asked, "What do you mean? What's jerking off?" Standing in place Troy was feeling a humility, a terror, that no young teenager can begin to bring into words, although the hard dry heaves of his chest and his darting eyes were clues of his inner most feelings. Clues that the females of his family were choosing to ignore. Or worse yet, slyly playing upon. As with a charm and grace that had beguiled many a suitor in her younger day Mrs. Allenson turned to her daughter and sweetly said "Anna? That is when a boy's penis becomes erect and stays that way long enough that his fluid comes out." Matching her mother's charm tic for tac, Anna found herself pulling her ponytail into the corner of her mouth to cover the growing grin and shyly ask for further explanation. Then, like the little girl she still was at heart, all but skipped closer to her brother as Mrs. Allenson dramatically sighed and ask the room a rhetorical question, "Just what are they teaching you girls in school nowadays anyway?" Then turned towards Troy with a glint in her eye. A glint so cold that the shivers Troy were now generating were of fear. Stark, primordial fear. Meekly, Troy submitted to his mother's orders, as with closed eyes, as if that would block his terror out, Troy put his hands on top of his head, all the while moving his lips in a soft plea. Although he never uttered a sound. Then Troy found his knees starting to give as the sudden, the soft touch, of warm hands on his penis caused his body to twitch and his mind to redirect from the horrifying anatomy lesson his mother was now intoning to his sisters. But nothing could have prepared Troy for what he saw when he opened his eyes. It wasn't his mother who was touching his cock, but Gwen! His mother was letting Gwen touch him like this! At this even the soft voice inside his head went quiet. Instinctively Troy tried to balk. Jerking his body backwards, and with a cry that carried a sound of wetness to it, begged his Mom to make Gwen stop. Mrs. Allenson's answer was so direct, so breath taking in it's scope as to literally silence the room. "Troy. You will do as you are told or else you will get another spanking. Only this time from Gwen!" There was a blankness to Troy's face, like that of an unfinished painting, as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. Maybe Mrs. Allenson had been working up to this all along. Or maybe she just went with the moment. Either way the sound of her son begging, in a whiney voice, set her off; and it was at this moment a new reality came to the Allenson household. "Young man" and like a performer on stage Mrs. Allenson's voice was soft, yet intoned, to the point it seemingly had weight to it, "I have had it with your mouth and disrespect towards your sisters. I see no other way to teach you some proper manners other than to let your sister's take charge. As obviously you aren't listening to me! Anymore than I can watch you twenty fours a day" The gasping intake of air by Anna might have been heard, if it wasn't for the sobs of protest coming from Troy. But it was Gwen who seized upon the moment, who after the briefest of glances at her mother, walked back up to Troy and took charge. As with a gentleness that belied her true nature she once again softly cupped Troy's boyhood in her hand and began the lecture where her mother had left off. Gentleness of touch be damned, it was here that Gwen's true colors began to show through as she started to lecture her sister on a boy's anatomy, and Troy's in particular, with all the delicacy of a pit bull that has turned on it's master. And in Troy's mind he could see the saliva forming at the corners of Gwen's mouth, even if it wasn't visible to the naked eye. Not yet anyway. As he yet again shuddered to the feel of his sister's hands as they played with his body. A few gentle motions of her hand was all it took for Gwen to achieve the reaction she was looking for. For all the will power at Troy's command couldn't alter the fact that he was a boy in the throes of puberty, and for his body to react accordingly. As moments later he found himself looking down at his cock, through tear stained eyes, watching in disbelief as it continued to grow and take shape. Stepping back and letting go the women of the family watched, with smirks of amusement, and yes, control, as Troy's now erect penis tried to stand proudly at attention. Only it's gentle throbbing kept it from standing still. Grinning at her sister Gwen now placed her hands on Troy's armpits and asked Anna to do the same. "Feel how smooth Troy's pits are Anna," Gwen stated as her sister took up the side opposite her and followed her sister's lead. Anna nodded a quizzical yes. "Well they won't be for long." Now, as both sisters ran their hands freely across their brother's body, Gwen continued her lecture. Explaining to Anna, as they explored Troy, how in time his arm pits would grow hair, and maybe soon. "You see the hair around his penis Anna?" Anna's answer brought forth laughs, as she brightly responded with a "Sure. If I look close enough." Even through the laughter Gwen's face was still set in a dark leer, as she continued by saying "That's a sign that a boy is trying to mature. That soon Troy will sprout hair everywhere. Under his pits, on his legs, everywhere." Anna's "Oh yack" seemingly summed up the room's reaction. In spite of the harsh exploration of his sister's, in spite of the degrading details of Gwen's lecture, Troy found himself unable to contain his natural reactions to being naked and played with, a fact that was soon spotted by the eagle eye of his youngest sister. "Mom! Look at this! Is something wrong with Troy?" Anna had spotted the glistening wetness that now shined on the tip of Troy's penis. A fact that caused even Gwen to step back. A fact that caused their mother to laugh. "No dear. That is simply nature's way of saying that your brother is ready to cum." Now Anna was confused. Pay for TV or not, this was a fact of life she really knew little about and the honesty of her reaction said so. Seizing the moment Gwen motioned her sister forward, while telling her to stand to one side, "You don't want to get hit in the face do you?" Anna wasn't sure what might hit her in the face, but decided on the spot whatever 'it' was, she didn't want 'it' hitting her in the face. Grasping Troy's stiff member in her hand, Gwen felt the life in it, the gentle throbbing, then thought for a moment, and smiled to herself at her perceived cleverness. "Troy" and make no bones about it, Gwen's tone was caustic in nature, "I want you to announce when you going to cum so that Anna sees this. Understood?" Even as horrified as Troy was, to the point of numbness, the nerve endings in his body were now so alive that he found himself gasping out a yes. Which quickly became a yes ma'am at Gwen's order. An order that was given with a hard smack to his already sore backside. Gwen thought it would take longer than what it did, just a few up down motions, however, the combination of embarrassment, youth, not to mention the amount of time Troy had already been erect meant he was ready. As with a weak cry of distress, he all but croaked out the fact that he was cumming, mere micro seconds before a hot, streaming liquid came shooting out of him. And shoot it did. As it's arc topped out at a point slightly above his head. A fact that had anyone been watching, brought forth the first proud smile Mrs. Allenson had given her son all day. Sensing the emotional comedown in the room, Mrs. Allenson gave her children a few moments to digest what had just occurred before taking charge again. Explaining to a still panting Troy that he would, from this point forward, obey his sisters every command. Making sure that her daughters understood and accepted this as a fact took no more than a glance at their faces. Then told Troy he was to finish his 'corner' time by standing at attention in the center of the room. Needless to say his 'corner' time was served with both girls sitting on the couch, drinking tea and eating cookies, watching the shadows of thought as they played themselves out across Troy's face. Looking at his naked body as the cum that had fallen back onto him dried into white patterns across his chest and stomach. Reliving what they had just experienced, and planning, more like plotting actually, the future. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com