Chapter 3

“It’s your mother.” Mom knocked. She sounded concerned. About an hour had passed since Nell had fled my room, flushed in the face from shame and her orgasm. I wondered why Mom had waited so long to investigate.

“Yeah, Mom? Come in.”

“What the hells happened between you and Nelda?” She stepped halfway through the door and stopped. She didn’t look mad.

“You don’t want to know. But ask her if I did anything wrong.”

“I did.”

“What did she say?”

“That’s private between she and me.”

“She and I.” I had to tease.

“Very funny. I want to hear your story.”

I stood my ground. “That’s private between Nell and I. Because I don’t know what she told you, I can’t risk saying something she didn’t.” I began scratching my crotch, subtly.

Mom pursed her lips. “Now I know why fanatic conservatives don’t want their children educated in critical thinking and reasoning. So they can spin an earnest conversation however it suits them.”

“If she hasn’t accused me of abusing her, Mom, I’d rather talk about a better remedy than Dad’s worthless ointment.”

That took some of the wind from her sails. Her pursed her lips relaxed, although she steamed silently for a couple seconds. “Is it bleeding? Are there pustules?” She sounded concerned but not very.

“No, but it’s red and sore.” I looked down at the soft but thick bulge in my trousers. “At least, last time I looked.” I turned my eyes back to her and stuck a thin smile on my face. “It’s strange that scratching feels especially good down there.”

Mom cleared her throat. “Your father will be home soon.” Her eyes were glued to the slow rising bulge in my trousers. It grew bigger and bigger- “He’ll take you to an urgent care clinic if it’s too uncomfortable.”

“Talking about it helps, Mom, but I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Two days ago, I was all in your face with my hard-on. Now nature is punishing me. I can’t stop scratching it, even in front of you.” I played my mother like a hooked fish. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well I am too - about your rash. Only that.” She said evenly while her eyes widened as my crotch panel ballooned.

“I’ll make up with Nell, if she’ll let me.”

“I think she was angrier with herself than you.” Mom was slow to blink.

That sounded about right. I kept scratching, waiting for Mom to realize how much she looked like a deer frozen in cock-lights.

“I’m glad you checked in on me, Mom.”

“Huh, what?” Her light trance broke upon my confession. “Yeah, well, I um, need to make sure there’s plate of dinner for your father to warm.”

“Can I help?” I imagined following her, rubbing my groin all along the way.

“No. You should talk to Nell.” She turned her head from me and backed into the hall, leaving my door open as she stepped away to the kitchen.

“Right. Okay.” I played a video game in my room for a while. When I heard Mom enter her room, I crept out and down the hall. “Nell?” I knocked.

“Nell’s not home right now. Go fuck yourself.” She sounded bored, actually, or possibly sad.

“You busy with homework?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“I just wanted to give you a chance to tell me what an idiot I was.”

“Chance given. Not accepted.”

Silence.

I started to return to my room.

“No, Craig.” She spoke in a normal tone. “You didn’t do anything wrong, well not much.” My big sister wasn’t going to give me a complete pass.

“Neither did you.”

“Yeah, well you haven’t got a clue. Good-bye.”

I abandoned her closed door.

I stayed up until Dad returned from work. I showed him my dick.

“I don’t see anything wrong.” His face wasn’t happy at what he was seeing.

“This rash is normal?” I kept up the pretense.

“What rash? If it’s bothering you, and the ointment didn’t work, make an appointment with Dr. xxxxxx. (family doctor’s name redacted) Dad went quickly to the kitchen. I grinned behind him and returned to my room. I slept very well that night.

My mood remained upbeat in the morning, until I saw the note on my desk. “Find me. Nell.”

She was in her room and bade me to enter when I knocked. “Sit.” She pointed at her desk chair. Nell began her prepared lecture while I was adjusting the seat’s height. “I’m only going to say this once.” She fumed at the wall opposite me. “I’ve got a problem, and you’re going to help me with it.”

“Ohh-kay.” I probably sounded a bit too smug.

“Bastard.” She muttered. “I’m sorry. I’m upset and confused and don’t mean to sound mean.”

“I got your back, Nelda. You know that.”

“Yeah, well it’s your front that’s fucking me up.” More prophetic words had never been spoken.

“Nell, I get it. You like big cocks. Your bro has one, and he’s not playing nice.”

“I smell chicanery all over you. I don’t trust you, but I need your help.”

“Tell me what I can do.” I lifted open hands and shrugged. “I’m worried that you’ll end up hating me, if I don’t help.”

“I don’t want to hate you. I want to stop hating myself.”

Mom had been right. I slumped in the chair and gave her hopeful eyes. “Tell me.”

“The only way, I figure, to fight my urges for your dick, is to go all in.”

I nearly had a heart-attack. “Nell?”

“I’m not talking about sex, you idiot. I’m talking about the opposite of aversion therapy.”

“Version-what?”

“I want to see your dick so often, I won’t give a shit about it anymore.”

I had to think about that. She wanted to become bored with my dick. Damn, she’s a clever one, and here I had promised to help her.

A gaping rend appeared in my plan for home domination.

“You don’t like the sound of that?” She prodded.

I frowned but didn’t budge. “You know I got off super good right when you left yesterday.”

“Why would I care about that?”

“No reason, but I kinda thought we both had some fun.”

“I wouldn’t be lecturing if that had been remotely true.”

“Well then stop lecturing and just spell it out. What do you want, me to go around naked all the time? You gave me shit for doing that just days ago.”

“I’ll explain it like you’re five.” Nell sat on her bed and collected her thoughts. “Big sis Nell loses control when she sees your weenie all hard, Little Craig. If Big Sis keeps away, her mind wants to see it more and more, until she does the stupid thing and begs you.” Her voice got increasingly childish as she spoke.

“But if you spend as much of every day as possible, showing it to your big sister, there’s a good chance she’ll get bored of seeing it.” Her voice returned to normal.

“As often as possible?” I gulped. It was like a dream come true, but at the end of the dream I’d be back to jerking off by myself.

“You can do anything you want with your dick. I’ll just watch and fight to contain my urges. I failed yesterday, and I’m not blaming you for that. The only thing I might blame you for is whatever scheme you’ve cooked up.

My scheme was in tatters. I couldn’t see a way to re-engage my sister’s fetish if she stopped caring about my size. I told myself, maybe Mom would come around enough to enable half of my fantasy, but she was the slipperier fish. It’d take time, and Nell, once cured of me, might help her mother escape as well. For now, Sis didn’t know about Mom and my close encounters.

“What if I said no?” Maybe bullheadedness would win instead of cleverness. “I’ll keep it in my pants.”

“Then you better stop showing bulges, or I will get Mom and Dad to understand how you’re harassing me. I’m not shy about describing sexual shenanigans.

Mom would believe her because of Sisterhood. (and the fact that I’m doing the same damned thing to her - only differently) Dad would believe anything his baby girl said, unless her mother said otherwise. And Nell had the mental fortitude to blather details about stimulating anuses with clown noses, in a church full of old biddies.

I glowered at my hot sister. “This is why guys prefer the fantasy of porn over the reality of seduction.”

“I love you too, you fat-dick, stalker asshole!”

Not to worry. That’s how all our arguments wind up. I snorted. “So we’re back to when and where.”

“Glad to hear you signed aboard.” She glanced at the clock. “You have to get to school. If I saw it now, I’d jump your bones when you get back.”

“You do understand that I wouldn’t mind you jumping my bones.”

“All guys say that.” She piffed, shaking her long hair back across her shoulders.

I’d run out of guff. I left silently.

All that day, failure stabbed at my thoughts. I’d gotten myself in a situation that was the opposite of my goals. My sister was going to use my dick for her own gratification. I would be her slave.

Fuck!

“Hey, Nell!” I called out upon returning home - without an answer. She must have stayed after her classes. I tried to lose myself in homework but ended up playing a game on the big screen. Mom said, “Hi.” On the way to change out of her work clothes.

In a few hours, I had built a thriving, sim civilization. I was feeling optimistic. Fuck self-doubt. “Who knows what the future will bring!” I sang it. I was about to get a lot of Nell’s attention on my dick. That would be worth a few excellent cums at the very least. Maybe she’d get bored of it, maybe not. Anything could happen, like the dead or alive cat in a box.

I was helping Mom make dinner when my ‘in-superposition’ sister returned, going directly into her room. I confessed. “Mom, I showed her my rash, last night.”

“Do I need to hear this - Craig?” She spoke with a tone of warning.

“I told her this morning that it was better. For some reason, she wants to keep track of it, like a science project.”

Mom, for once, reacted in the way I hoped for. “That’s what Nelda said she’s doing it for?” I didn’t see Mom’s eyes roll, but a slide-whistle played its slurred note in my head. “I guess her microbiology classes are as good an excuse as any.”

I didn’t mention it further. I did excuse myself a little later. “Gotta pee.” I went into the hall and tapped softly on Nell’s door. “Dickman calling.” I whispered.

“Okay. Come in.” She sounded resigned, the tone I wanted to hear from her forever.

I opened the door quietly and stuck my face in. “Can’t right now, but I told Mom that I have a rash, and you’re giving me advice.”

“Huh?” She, predictably, got aroused, but not in a sexy way. “You didn’t pass that lame excuse by me before telling her!?”

“Gotta pee.” I closed the door, went to the bathroom, and shook my dick a few times over the toilet. I honestly wanted to classify all women as ‘trouble.’ Then I looked up, into the mirror.

I smiled a lot at dinner, and offered cheerful banter. “ ... then the sophomore looked at the dating app on his phone and told the lady, ‘You don’t look anything like PimplesAndDimples.’” I set my fork down and grinned. “Why don’t we surprise Dad at work, tonight, by bringing him some dessert?”

Mom and Nell agreed. A quick drive to Shake and Cake, and thirty dollars later, we headed to his worksite which was half an hour’s drive. The women sat up front, sucking on milkshakes, Pralines and Cream for Mom, Butternut Swirl for Nell. I protected the carrot cake’s box in the back seat, texting Dad to meet us at the gate.

He could only take a fifteen minute break, but we timed our good time together as efficiently as possible.

With frosting stained lips Mom drove us home again. Dad’d work hours lasted until midnight. I motioned Nell to sit with me as we got in the car. I sat behind the driver’s seat. She sat on my right. I opened my pants and hauled out my dick. It was as full as a column of bird seed.

Her reaction was to look at Mom who of course was glancing at our reflection in the rear view mirror. The angle wasn’t right for Mom to see my dong, especially while driving in the dark. Nell saw brief flashes of my meaty prick as streetlights swept past. Between flashes, she had only her imagination and a shadowy outline to work with.