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Date: Sat, 17 Dec 1994 13:41:23 UTC
Subject: REPOST The Invention 2/5
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I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !
Sandy was afraid to test the new Device, thinking that
perhaps some flaw in construction would cause it to scramble his
own brain waves. He went to his closet and got a football helmet,
sticking aluminum foil all over the outside for shielding. Then he
unwrapped screening left over from the breezeway, piling it over
his rat cage with the Device inside. He rigged a remote control
and went into the next room. He couldn't think of any way to
shield it better. He held his breath and turned the Device on. He
waited, counting for four or five pulses. That would have been
enough for the other Device, he knew.
He switched the Device off, pulling off the shiny helmet and
reentered the room. The coil was still mounted on the outside of
the rat cage, and was pleased to see that the female mice were
healthy, approaching the males. Within minutes the mice were
happily copulating, fucking their brains out, in fact. He left the
helmet off and gave them another jolt. The females all exhibited
that characteristic quiver, but his brain stayed intact. In fact
he felt nothing at all.
Using the old Device, Sandy had discovered that pulsing the
oscillator in half-second bursts worked better than a steady
current, and had fitted that improvement into his new model, its
timing controlled by the stolen microprocessor. The new Device fit
easily into a small padded sack that Sandy had found in the garage
and fit easily into his knapsack with space left over for
schoolbooks. The wonders of miniaturization, he thought. Now he
needed a date. He had decided to ask some girl to walk by the lake
with him. He could pack a lunch in the knapsack. There was plenty
of room. He knew just the spot, but hadn't picked the girl.
Sandy had trouble sleeping. He kept fantasying about using
the Device on every girl in school, trying to decide who his first
subject would be. On Saturday morning, he sat at his desk and made
a list of all the girls he thought he'd like to fuck, ranking each
one for looks, personality, and general sex appeal. He decided
that he also had to rate them on the chance that they would agree
to go to the lake with him, so he added another column. He
considered turning the Device on in the middle of a class, say
Civics, but realized that the chaos if it worked as expected would
not be worth the risk. Sandy went to the basement, suddenly afraid
that one of his parents would look inside the knapsack, and carried
the Device upstairs to his bedroom. His parents were in the
kitchen, eating breakfast. They were off to an Elk's picnic, his
father said, and should be back by suppertime. His mother gave him
a quick hug as she picked up her purse.
"What's in the bag?" she asked. His heart jumped. He hadn't
finished sewing up the cushion and he knew if anyone looked at his
Device they were bound to ask him why wires were sticking out
everywhere.
"Just some schoolwork," he replied. "And stuff for the
Science Fair."
"You've been spending an awful lot of time working on that,"
his father said. "Just make sure your studies don't suffer. And
I hope the reward is worth the effort."
"Oh, I expect it will be," he grinned, watching as they left
for the car. He proceeded upstairs to work on his list. As he
went to his room he noticed Sammy in her room with the door open,
reading a magazine, stretched out on the bed in her bathrobe.
Sandy knew she had cheerleading practice on Saturdays.
"What're you doing home?" he asked.
"Practice was cancelled. Haven't you noticed it's pouring
rain outside? And there's basketball practice in the gym. They
postponed it, so I've got plenty of time."
Sammy was lying in about the same position she'd been in when
he peeked at her before. Of course, she had her robe on now, and
her hands weren't buried in her pants, but seeing her slim body and
exposed long legs, Sandy had a flashback to his earlier view.
Knowing it was wicked, he mentally added his older sister to his
list. He quickly crossed her off again. She was his own sister!
But he was really curious to know if the Device would work. And if
it worked on Sammy, he figured, it'd work on just about anybody.
He decided there was no time like the present to test his new model
on a human subject. Besides, he had a test line with her--the old
Device had seemed to have quite an effect. But how to get away
with it?
He thought a long time, mentally trying one strategy then
another. A distraction, he thought. What to use for a
distraction? He had an inspiration and went back to the basement
where he picked up a test tube. He put a few drops of rat urine
into it, then went to his mother's room and added a drop of perfume
from one bottle and a drop from another. He sniffed it, and it
smelled strangely sweet and musky, almost familiar. He went to the
den and added a few drops of whisky and some white creme de menthe,
smelling it and mixing in different liquors until he was satisfied
that the result didn't smell like anything he recognized. Then he
returned upstairs to his bedroom and wired the ON/OFF switch for
the Device into the straps of his knapsack. He put his hand next
to the coil and switched it on. He felt the familiar tingle at the
base of his neck.
Sandy waited. One pulse. Two pulses. Three pulses. Right
on time. Then he closed the knapsack and walked into his sister's
room. He stood by the door thinking, making sure he had his
scenario straight.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, demurely gathering her long legs under
herself as she sat up on the bed. Sandy felt his heart pound as he
thought about what he was about to try. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about hormones. And perfume."
"Okay," she said, putting down the magazine. "What's up?"
"I blended this stuff up at school. I think it smells
something like human pheremones, and wanted your opinion. Do you
think I could market it as a perfume?"
He reached into the knapsack and pulled out the test tube,
loosening the cork and handed the tube to her. He dropped the
knapsack on the floor next to the brass headboard of her bed. He
suddenly wondered whether the conductive metal would shield the
subject. Maybe it would act as an antenna? She took it, removing
the top. She sniffed, wrinkling her nose. "Phew! It smells
awful! I don't think anyone I know would wear it! You may know a
lot about phere-whatevers but you sure don't have a nose for
perfume!"
"Maybe it's just too concentrated?" he said in a hopeful
voice, secretly turning on his transmitter just as the vial passed
under his sister's nose again. "Try it again, this time not so
close."
His sister passed the vial under her nose one more time, then
gave it back to him. He had timed it perfectly so that the shiver
that seemed to accompany the transmitter was concealed by her
reaction to the smell. "Ugh. Still awful." She exhaled and
pressed her fingers to her nose, as if brushing away an insect.
"Ugh again, I can still smell it!"
He watched as another small shiver passed over her body. One
second later there was another. The Device was working! At least
he thought it was. He switched it off, hoping that the chain
reaction he'd noticed in the rats would take its course. Sammy
shook her head. "I think it made me a little dizzy. What's in it,
anyway?"
"Just some of the chemicals I've been using. I thought it
smelled really nice. Sort of sexy." He took a sniff himself.
Silently, he agreed with her. The stuff smelled really bad.
"I think you need a nose examination," she said, breathing
deeply. She thought a second, then shook her head as if clearing
her thoughts. Right on time, he thought to himself. Then she
looked at him strangely. "Or maybe you don't know what sexy smells
like."
"What does 'sexy' smell like?" he asked innocently. She
looked at him again, then leaned back on the bed. Another shiver.
He put the stopper back on the vial and returned it to the
knapsack, turning off the Device.
"Ugh! Nothing like that! That stuff's awful. Sexy is like
smooth and clean. Sort of like a guy's body after he's taken a
shower. Like when you kiss someone and smell his neck while he
touches your throat with his lips. That makes me all shivery, you
know? And makes my, uh, my breasts sort of tingle, like they are
now. Sort of tingly and smooth and soft . . ." Her voice trailed
off and her hand reached toward her chest. Then she pulled it away
quickly, realizing her brother was watching. "Ummm . . . you know
what I mean?"
"Not really," Sandy said, moving further from the bed. It's
working, he thought to himself. The damn thing really works!
"What kind of tingle?"
"I don't think we should talk about this," she replied, her
words coming thickly. Her eyes had a glassy look. "I think maybe
I should be doing homework or something, and maybe you could leave
me alone for a while. Okay?"
"No, no, Sammy. I really want you to tell me. What kind of
tingle?" He wanted to be sure the Device worked. He figured he'd
watch her reaction a little longer, just to be sure, then listen at
the door like before. Maybe he'd even leave it open a bit, just to
see what was happening.
His sister looked at him sharply, then he saw her expression
soften. She gave him what could only be called a sexy, come-hither
smile.
"Starting here," she said, brushing her soft hair away from
her neck. She traced her finger from her neck down to her
shoulder. "And here." Her hands lightly touched her breast
through the terrycloth robe. Sandy watched as the flesh jiggled
slightly. He felt a stirring in his prick as his sister stretched
out her legs. "And little shivers slowly moving down your body to
here," she continued, her voice low pitched and her hand brushing
down past her stomach, pressing her robe into her crotch. "And
then back up to here," as her hands returned to her breasts.
Sandy watched as his sister's hand slipped inside the terry
robe, opening it partway. He could see right inside the robe even
though she was almost straining to hold back her hands. She licked
her lips and let the robe fall half open. His prick rose in jerks
as he looked for the first time at the soft mounds of female
breasts. Jesus, even her nipples were visible! He saw she was
wearing a thin lacy bra and as he watched her hand passed it, over
the erect nipple visible through the white cloth. He felt another
tingle at the back of his neck and Sammy appeared to forget he was
there. She opened the top more. Now he could see both tits. He
noticed with more than scientific detachment that both her nipples
were fully erect. This was even better than he'd expected, for a
first try anyway. His sister looked up at him. "Look, Sandy, I've
got things to do. You better go now."
Sandy remained where he was, thinking he'd watch a bit more.
As a scientific study of his Device, of course. But his hand
brushed over his jeans, pushing his stiff prick down a little. He
pulsed the Device again. "What kind of things?"
"Oh, Sandy! What's happening to me?"
"I don't know," he replied. "What do you mean?"
"Do you really want me to show you?" she asked, her voice
husky and almost a whisper. She was looking up at him out of the
corner of her eye, her hand toying with the edge of her robe,
easing it up her legs.
"Sure," he said.
Sandy watched amazed as his sister's fingers slowly undid the
knot at her waist and she let the robe fall completely open,
looking right at him. God! Was she built! Her breasts were really
well developed, standing out nicely from her body. His eyes roamed
down her body, past her flat stomach and to her pink bikini
panties. Her legs were slightly parted and he could make out the
furrow of her pussy under the material. A tangle of hair was
barely visible escaping through the silky material covering her
crotch. Sammy squeezed her legs together and slid her finger
beneath the brassiere, lightly stroking her nipple, lying back with
her fingers softly stroking herself as she reached her other hand
down towards her panties. His excitement rising, he watched her
fingers slip beneath the elastic waistband. She raised her knee
slightly, then brought her hand back up to her breast, pushing it
upward slightly. Sandy watched her knead the soft tit flesh as a
pink blush spread down her chest. He didn't know if it was
excitement or embarrassment, but she closed her eyes with a sigh as
if giving in to the strange feelings sweeping through her.
One of his sister's hands moved right inside the cup of her
bra, and the other one wandered back down her stomach, tracing a
light line over her navel, inching downward as she tried again to
resist the overpowering sexual urges that flooded her brain. But
her hand slid lower and lower, beyond her ability to control it,
until her fingers were beneath the elastic waist of the panties,
then all the way to her crotch, between her legs. She gave him a
long soulful look and closed her eyes. This time, though, her
fingers began pressing together the two sides of her pussy,
squeezing her sex tightly together and then releasing it. Again
and again she did this. She was actually letting him watch her
masturbate!
Sandy watched his sister writhe on the bed, her eyes closed,
then he reached toward her bra. He knew she could feel his fingers
as he touched the clasp and with fumbling fingers worked it open.
The cups fell off her chest, exposing her mounds to his hands.
When he let his fingers graze an erect nipple, Sammy's eyes flew
open and she started to protest, moaning as she struggled to get
the words out. She seemed to change her mind and began brushing
her erect pink nipples with her own fingers, sighing with pleasure
as he watched. She took one stiff nipple between her finger and
thumb and squeezed it, her other hand rubbing up and down between
her legs.
"Oh yes!" she sighed as she felt the cool air on her naked
tit flesh. "That's right!" He peeled the robe all the way open,
her flat stomach and full hips now showing. Between her legs was
a rounded hill with a slight furrow at the bottom. Holding his
breath, he reached out to her pinched nipple, naked between her
fingers and he touched it. She moaned at his touch, then opened
her eyes in surprise.
Sandy wanted to find out how far he could go with his sister.
He knew she was something of a sexual prude, and if the Device
would work with her, it would probably work on anyone. He figured
that this was as much as would happen, but decided to give the
Device one more chance. As Sammy started to remove her hand from
her panties. he kept one hand on her nipple and with the other
secretly activated the Device again. She sighed and closed her
eyes, then began stroking down her smooth skin towards her panties
just as the next jolt caused another little shiver, raising her
another level in sexual arousal, then he felt another shiver and
then a third, each two seconds apart, just as he'd programmed the
Device. Her fingers had returned to her pussy, slipping down over
her thin underwear. She started to slowly run her finger up and
down over her slit, looking at him with half-closed eyes. Then,
sighing, she slid her hand inside her panties and began stroking
herself again, up and down. She closed her eyes, murmuring that he
should really leave now, but her hands reached out to him as if to
pull him closer.
Sandy was amazed. His older sister, the ice maiden, was
openly masturbating right in front of him. He watched for a few
seconds then switched the Device off and pulled his tee-shirt over
his head, thinking he would lie on the bed with her and feel her
tits pressing into his chest. He wondered if she'd really let him
do that. He checked to be sure her eyes were still closed, then
decided to give her one more jolt, just to be sure.
"Where else does it tingle?" he asked, his fingers resting on
her stomach right above her panties as her body tensed with the
next oscillation. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy.
"Oh God!" she sighed, feeling his fingers. "That feels so
nice! But we shouldn't be doing this. Oh Sandy, we shouldn't!"
Her hands moved to his near her crotch and he thought she was
going to push his fingers away. Her hips were making involuntary
up and down thrusting movements, very small but still perceptible.
Suddenly she cried out, "Oh YES! YES!!! Right here!"
Sammy let one leg fall off the side of the bed, exposing the
strip of panty material emerging from between the globes of her ass
and covering her mound. Her brother could see her rear pressing
against the bed and could make out a stain of liquid spreading from
her crotch through the material of her panties. He saw her ass
contract with a quiver, and realized the Device had cycled again,
beginning another series of transmissions. She traced her fingers
around the edges of her panties, sighing again with sexual
excitement. Sandy lowered his hand until his fingers were resting
on his sister's panties, right over the apex of the vee of soft
hair, then traced down the narrow furrow between her legs. He
could feel her pussy quiver, once every two seconds as again and
again the Device worked its magic. He lightly drew his fingers
upward, keeping a slight pressure as he felt the soft mound of her
sex through her damp panties. He used his fingers to squeeze the
sides of her flesh together, as she had done, and again she moaned,
spreading her legs wider to give him access, arching her back.
Sammy's body shook as his finger touched a small button of flesh
and her eyes flew open, almost in shock. She gasped as she saw her
brother had removed his top, but then reached up and rubbed her
hand over his chest, tickling his own nipples.
He started to take his fingers away, but his sister reached
down and firmly pressed them against her flesh again. He realized
he had found her clitoris and pushed against it. Sammy began to
press her hips upward, forcing her pussy against his hand every
time the Device pulsed. Little cries of pleasure began to escape
her lips with each pulse. She put her hand right on his, pressing
his finger down hard against her panties. Sandy hooked his fingers
under the elastic waist of the panties and slid them down over her
hips, exposing her fluffy patch of blond pubic hair. Sammy
urgently lifted her hips off the bed, allowing him to slip her
panties down her hips and he could smell the wonderful smell of
cunt as he returned his finger to the magic spot. The soft blond
hairs below her pussy mound were wet and matted against her white
flesh. He kept one finger on the tiny button of flesh and slid the
other ones down deeper between her legs, parting her moist slippery
cuntal lips.
When she felt her panties being removed, Sammy couldn't wait
any longer. As his fingers pressed into her most secret recesses
her own hands flew to her brother's jeans and fumbled with the
buckle. She tugged at the belt which opened suddenly, the snap at
the top of his jeans popping open at the same time. Sammy yanked
down the zipper and pulled her brother's jeans down his hips. His
cock popped out, stiff and straight, and she curled her hands
around it, murmuring softly to herself. Sandy was so excited he
barely remembered to make sure the Device was off. It was.
He let his fingers trace back up her thighs and she moaned
yet again, spreading her legs far apart, giving him a view of her
entire naked pussy. The sides of her pussy were bright pink and he
could see wet lubrication as her hole opened to him. He touched
her exposed cuntal hole and found it was squishy wet, fluid almost
dripping out. His finger slipped between the lips again, going
deeper this time and her whole body jerked with pleasure, her hands
giving his erect organ a hard squeeze as he felt her cunt squeeze
his fingers. He could feel a membrane blocking his way and knew
for sure that his pretty sister was still cherry.
Without removing his fingers Sandy stepped out of his
bluejeans, pulling off his sneakers with his other hand. He drew
his finger up the furrow of Sammy's wet pussy until he was at the
top. A spasm of pleasure racked her body. With his thumb he
experimentally flicked the button of flesh buried between her soft
cuntal lips and was rewarded with another contraction of her cunt
and of the fingers holding his erect cock. He kept up the rhythm
of the Device, once every two seconds, even though his invention
was switched was off, figuring she'd been conditioned to it.
As if in response, his sister pulled him onto the bed with
his stiff cock, urgently trying to fit him between her legs. She
seemed in an awful hurry, but then lifted her head and touched each
of his nipples with her lips, her eyes open wide and her hands
still struggling with his hips as if trying to figure out how to
jam his cock into her pussy. She began sucking on his nipples, her
hips thrusting up and down now in bigger motions, faster and
faster, about one every half second and she was groaning, telling
him to hurry.
Sandy climbed onto the bed. His sister never let go of his
cock, pulling it to her open pussy as he lay naked between her
legs. He felt a jolt of pleasure when his cock head touched her
wet open pussy. Sammy rubbed the head of his cock up and down on
herself, arching her hips on the bed and crying out with pleasure.
On the next thrust of her hips he felt his organ slide between her
wet cuntal lips, actually penetrating the slippery cuntal canal,
stopping just at the entrance. Her fingers were around his cock,
pulling it into her body and she kept murmuring "Hurry! Hurry! Oh
put it in!. Put it in there!"
He felt resistance. He couldn't get past her virgin
membranes. She pulled on his cock, stuffing it into herself and he
felt a sudden tearing sensation as he took her maidenhead, but his
sister was too far gone to notice. He leaned forward, holding her
and crushing her tits against him as his cock slid into his
sister's cunt. It was so hot and tight he couldn't believe it!
Sammy cried out again and again in pleasure as his cock slid
right up into her hot pussy and he began ramming his stiff dick in
and out, his crotch slamming against hers and pushing her ass down
into the mattress. Her legs were wrapped around his ass, holding
him tight inside her body. She was kissing and lapping his face
again and again, and he responded, kissing his sister full on the
lips for probably the first time in his life. He felt his cock
slide against the tight wet flesh of her tight cunt again and
again. In return she thrust her tongue into his mouth then sucked
his own into hers, pressing her full firm tits against his body and
rubbing them from side to side. He'd never even heard of a woman
getting this turned on and he knew he was going to cum too quickly.
He was afraid he couldn't resist shooting his hot sperm into her
but he didn't want the experience to end.
Sandy tried to pull his dick out of his sister's spasming
quim, but she cried out almost in frustration, trying to get him
back inside with her hands, her cunt squeezing him tightly inside
her body, writhing on the bed and moaning with desire. He pulled
her hands off his cock, seconds away from cumming, trying to think
what to do next.
Sandy used all his strength to hold his sister's hands away
from his organ as he lifted his hips to pull his cock out of her
tight pussy. He had to strain to pull against her powerful
gymnast's legs, which were wrapped around his ass trying to pull
him back inside. He fingered her clit again while he recovered,
but she kept telling him to put it back in, begging him not to
stop. He worked himself down her body and lowered his head to her
mound. He touched her clitoris with his lips, running his tongue
up and down her slit. Sammy almost shouted, saying "No! No! Oh
please no!" but her back arched in response and her legs parted.
He lapped up her slit, pushing his tongue inside her while she kept
murmuring "No! No! Oh Please no!" But she still moved her hips up
and down, pushing her pussy against his probing tongue again and
again.
When he thought he wouldn't cum immediately, he returned his
cock to her quim. Sammy immediately changed her chant to "Yes!
Yes! Oh please yes!" and he slid into her again, loving the tight
feeling of his rock hard shaft inside her tight cunt. Again and
again they fucked, his shaft sliding in and out of the tight pussy
and rubbing right against the tiny button of flesh that was exposed
by her widely spread legs. He could feel her pussy spasm around
his cock and she bit the pillow to keep from crying out, holding
his ass tightly with her legs and pushing his body tight against
her. They fucked harder and harder, Sammy reaching one climax
after another, impaled on her brother's cock. Finally Sandy pulled
out just as his organ began gushing sperm which flew in thick
spurts all over her flat stomach, wetting her blond pubic hairs.
To his amazement, his sister was still thrusting her hips up
and down, crying out in excitement, so he moved his body down until
his lips were at once more at her open cunt and began lapping her
clitoris. She immediately arched her back, lifting herself to give
him better access, and spread her legs far apart. He thrust his
tongue deep into his sister's hot wet crack. She cried out again
and again as multiple orgasms swept through her. He sucked and
lapped, tasting his own cum and her fluids, a tangy unfamiliar
taste. She kept climaxing, again and again, wrapping her legs
around his head this time to keep his mouth close to her spasming
cunt. As his jaw got sore he wondered if maybe he hadn't overdone
the Device a little. She squeezed his head with her thighs,
raising her knees in the air and his ears burned from the friction.
Still she wouldn't let him stop, crying out again and again.
Finally she collapsed on the bed, unable to continue any
more, her hands still working at her own pussy, gently pressing it
and exploring as if to see if anything was broken. He could see
she could feel his wet sperm on her pussy hairs and she lowered her
hand to her open cunt, then pulled her fingers away.
Sandy sat up in the bed, between his naked sisters legs,
rubbing his sore ears. He was amazed at the effect his Device had
had. It passed any expectation! He realized that his prick was
sore. He guessed the last few jolts he'd given her hadn't been
necessary, and decided to put an automatic shutoff control on it,
just in case he forgot.
His sister was recovering. She began sobbing with confusion
and exhaustion, saying she was sorry, and that maybe they better
get dressed. He was a little relieved, because he wasn't sure he
could do another round of fucking right now. He watched his sister
roll over on her stomach, crying into the pillow. Sandy supposed
he should feel guilty, but his eyes roved over her supine form,
noticing the smooth curves of her tight buttocks and thighs, and he
stroked lightly up her legs, telling her it was all right.
"No it isn't," she sobbed. "God, I never let anyone even
touch me there, and now we've done it all the way! What could I
have been thinking?"
"Maybe it isn't our fault," he lied, still gently stroking
her smooth ass cheeks. To his astonishment, his prick stirred in
response. Not now, he thought. Down boy. More for you later. He
gave her the story he had invented.
"Maybe it was that goo I mixed up, like maybe it was stronger
than I thought, and we got carried away because of it. But I'm not
that sorry. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had."
Sammy rolled over on the bed, her teary eyes meeting his as
she sat halfway up on the bed. Her breasts jiggled and he felt his
cock twitch again, getting stiffer. She began talking softly, in
a wondering voice.
"Oh, I know! I just couldn't help myself, and it felt so
wonderful! Soooo wonderful. Like fireworks and stars and so so
good!." She looked down at his crotch and gave him a little smile.
"At least I'm glad it felt good for you. And at least you pulled
out before you, you know. . ."
She reached for a box of tissues near her bed and turned her
back to him, carefully wiping off the droplets of sperm he had shot
onto her belly. Then she looked pained. "But I don't know if it
was that stuff, you know. Oh God, Sandy. Lately I've been getting
these, you know, urges. I asked you to leave, you know. I mean,
maybe I'm becoming some kind of nymphomaniac or something. Like I
have to do myself, you know, like down here, all of a sudden. And
I just can't resist. I think I'm going crazy!"
Sandy thought to himself. He didn't want to tell her about
the experiments he'd been doing with her cat, or with the rats in
the basement, but perhaps his coil had been leaking radiation
through the house. He really wasn't sure what the effective range
of the device was, and there had been several unexplained
oscillations while he was testing it. Maybe Sammy had been in the
basement, doing laundry perhaps.
"I bet it's the chemicals I've been playing with," he lied
again. "I've been having the same effect, but I thought I had
diluted them enough this time. I've been thinking about how pretty
and sexy you are, and how incredibly sexy your body is, for weeks,
and even fantasized doing it with you. Maybe I should pour the
stuff down the sink!"
Sammy laughed ruefully. She covered her naked breasts with
her hands. "And turn on everyone who walks by a sewer? Oh Lord,
Sandy. What're we going to do now? I mean what if Mom and Dad
ever found out?"
"Hmmm," Sandy said. "I wonder if they've noticed any effect?
I mean, the fumes of this stuff must have leaked out, you know.
I've been noticing that I get pretty horny too, but I figured it
was just being a boy, you know?"
"Now that you mention it, they have been going to bed
earlier." Sammy almost laughed. "But you know they ARE married.
Do you really think that this all is because of some chemicals?"
She waved her hands over her naked body, then realized she
was sitting talking to her brother stark naked. She pulled the
bedclothes around herself.
"It seems that way. I mean, you ARE the most beautiful girl
in school, and it's not like I'm not affected by that, but I don't
think this ever would have happened if you hadn't sniffed that goo.
Or if I hadn't."
"Uh, Sandy, do you think you could go now so I could get
dressed?"
"Okay. Let me get my stuff." Sandy picked up his jeans and
underwear from the floor, pulling them on. He noticed that his
sister watched him dress, not taking her eyes away when he tucked
his semi-erect cock into his undershorts. Maybe a residual effect
of the Device, he thought to himself, pulling his tee-shirt over
his head. He pulled on his sneakers and stood up.
"You better hurry," he said, looking at the clock by her bed.
"Don't you have cheerleading practice today?"
"Oh no!" Sammy exclaimed. Then she looked at the clock.
"I've still got thirty minutes. Enough for a quick shower. God
knows I need one. Is my hair a mess?"
Sandy laughed. "Just a little. You look really beautiful,
you know. Really!"
Sammy blushed. "Just let me get up. Oh damn, I don't know
what I'm doing! Where did all my clothes go?"
Her brother handed her her panties and bra. He realized that
the panties were still wet in the crotch, and slick. "I don't
think you can wear these," he commented.
"No, I guess not. Oh Sandy, what have we done?"
"Better get ready," he said, rising from the bed, not wanting
to answer. "We can figure that out later."
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