It all started the day I flashed my sister.
See, we live out in the Bible Belt, a little place called Vernonberg. Everything you're imagining, that's it. I live in a town of about 200 people, and all of 'em cram into the same Church every Sunday. My sister is the head of the chastity club, which every boy in town probably thinks is a complete waste, because she's easily the hottest girl in the state.
I'd never thought of her in a sexual light before though. She was just my older sister - a bit of a pain at time, useful at other times. Sometimes good company, sometimes the last person I wanted to hang around with. Y'know, just an older sister.
But it's hard to stop thinking about someone in a sexual light when they become completely obsessed with your cock.
I had no idea what Brad was up to at the time. I knew him, of course - in a town this small, when someone new arrives it's often the biggest news of the year. He was from New York, and his parents sent him out here to live with his uncle and aunt, some kind of punishment.
New blood, even from the Godless state of New York, is still attractive, and with her looks, my sister could have her pick of any guy, so less than a week after Brad moved here, the two were dating.
I was trying to work it out later, and it must have been about 3 weeks through the 6-week program that I flashed my sister. I didn't mean anything by it - I just thought it would annoy her, be funny, you know. I thought she'd shriek, maybe tell mom and dad, at worst I'd get a talking-to and at best I'd get a good laugh.
So when she stopped, her eyes widened, and she just stared at my member, I wasn't sure how to take it.
After a few seconds, I asked if she was okay. She just nodded, and kept staring.
I covered myself back up with my towel, I went to my room and she went to hers.
Other than a passing thought of "wow, how weird" and a brief rumination as to whether this was her way of getting me back, I didn't really think much of it.
Meanwhile, she was continuing to see Brad every second night. Like I said, it wasn't until later that I found out what they were doing on their dates (except I knew that it wasn't anything sexual, because, y'know. There are lots of nasty things you can say about my sister, but she's really serious about this Chastity Club. She really wants- well, wanted- to go to Liberty University a virgin, find her soulmate, and all that.)
But I'll tell you now because otherwise the next bit of the story won't make sense. Brad got sent from New York because - and I didn't believe this at first, I thought it was just so weird - he was caught hypnotising girls.
Yeah, that's right. Hypnosis, like in those old cartoons.
I dunno why they didn't think he'd try it out here, or maybe they just didn't care, as long as it was away from his parents. They're big-shot lawyers out there, or doctors, or something like that.
But every second night, Brad was taking my sister somewhere quiet and dark, and just hypnotising the heck out of her. I still don't really know much about it, so maybe he only knew the program he was using, or maybe it's something to do with giving them a fixation, something to obsess over. Maybe he just likes playing weird mind-games, I dunno.
But the program he was using was a simple one - it boiled down to the idea that the next penis she saw, the next penis my sister saw, she would become obsessed with it. She would want to fuck and suck and do everything with. She would masturbate thinking about it, do anything to get to play with it, and play with it every chance she got. She'd think about it before she went to sleep and be hungry for it first thing in the morning.
It was probably a pretty safe bet. Before I flashed her, I don't think my sister had EVER seen a penis, and Brad's plan was obviously to finish the program, and then get her hooked on his and enjoy the benefits. I can't blame him - every guy in town probably thought about my sister when they jerked off, and probably some of the girls as well.
3 weeks into his 6-week program, he had no idea that her kid brother would flash her in the hallway, and make her programming take hold early.
She didn't do anything for the next few days, and like I said, I'd pretty much forgotten about it. But two nights after I flashed her, it must have been a Thursday, she came into my room one night, and sat on my bed.
"Hey." I said. Like I mentioned, I didn't really think anything was up. We weren't close close but we weren't at each other's throats or anything. Coming in for a chat wasn't anything strange. She closed the door, which wasn't necessarily normal, but could just have meant that she wanted to talk about our parents.
There was a weird pause, and I went back to reading my magazine.
"Hey Brodie," she said ... oh, that's me! My name's Brodie, and she's Anne. I just realised I never told you that. "Hey Brodie, have you got a girlfriend?"
"No," I said, without looking up from my magazine. "Why, are you offering?"
She didn't laugh, but I didn't really expect her too. Dad once said Anne got my dose of the serious as well as her own.
"I was just wondering. If you ... y'know, like anyone."
"Not really, sis." I wondered where this was going. You've got to remember that I didn't know about Brad's hypnosis. Even though she was only halfway through the program, Anne had already spent two sleepless, confused nights, replaying that moment in the hall again and again.
"So who do you think about when you, y'know, play with yourself."
Suddenly it seemed obvious. Anne's Chastity Club were all about not only stopping people from having sex, but also from masturbating. Lusting after a woman is as bad as having an affair and all that. She'd never tried to guilt me about it before, but I'd seen her go to work on other guys.
"Anne," I groaned (a week later I'd spend a lot of time groaning my sister's name but in a completely different way.) "I don't really want to talk about that with you."
"No no no," Anne said, after a few seconds of confusion. "That's not what I mean. I figure that, y'know, you're doing it and that's fine."
"Yeah. I mean, sure, we're not really meant to lust, but better to have a bit of relief than to, y'know, do it. It."
She looked a bit distracted for a few seconds, then focussed again.
"And when I find," she continued, "You know, the one, I was thinking about it..."
"Yeah?" I said, completely clueless. This was nothing like Anne. She had a slightly manic look in her eyes - a bit like she did when she was going on about the chastity club, or one of her friends hearing the Word. It was a weird mix of passionate and exhausted - like I said, I found out later that she'd had less than 5 hours sleep in the last 48.
I probably could have talked her into pretty much anything if I'd known, but I wasn't thinking like that. Yet. At that stage, I was just feeling worried about my older sister.
"So I was thinking that, y'know, if you ... well, y'know."
"Anne, I don't know what you're talking about."
She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear.
"I was wondering if I could watch you ... y'know. If I could watch you."
"Watch me what?"
She sighed, exasperated. I sort of knew what she was talking about, but didn't want to say it in case I was wrong.
"Watch you ... y'know. /Masturbate/."
"Anne!" I was genuinely shocked. I'd never heard her use such language. I don't even know if she'd ever used such language before. It certainly didn't roll off her tongue.
The manic look was back in her eyes again. One of her hands was fiddling with the cross she wore around her neck, and she swallowed nervously before she replied.
"I just want to watch. Y'know, so I can learn. I want to see what it looks like."
"Anne, is this some kind of weird joke? Is this revenge for the other day in the hall?"
She unfocussed for a few seconds, then snapped back.
"No! I ... please, Brodie?"
I dunno what I expected. She was never good at arguing, and she'd never really had to do much to convince people to do what she wanted. Even mom was putty in her hands. She had that sort of aura around her - like God had picked her out for something special, like she was somehow better than other people. Maybe that's what she thought too, and that's why she never really tried that hard. If something was meant to be, it would happen, and if it wasn't going to happen, it wasn't meant to be so she wouldn't try too hard.
Knowing that the person asking you to do something will get it done whether you help or not should make you less interested, but for some reason it doesn't.
Anyway, it worked on me. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life - my hyper-Christian, sex-before-marriage-is-as-bad-as-murder, so virginial she made Mary look like a slut ... my confident, gorgeous older sister had just asked me to masturbate in front of her, and she even sounded nervous about it.
But it was too weird for me to even notice how weird it was - I was focussed on what was happening, not the bigger pictures, so I just nodded and Anne breathed a sigh of relief.
This would have been the perfect opening to ask if she, y'know. Played with herself. But honestly, it never occurred to me that it was even a possibility. Girls, as far as I knew, didn't, and especially not my sister.
I certainly had no idea that two days ago she had come for the first time, thinking about me. And then six more times since.
.... There is more of this story ...