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.



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