The Missile 5
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 4: Christmas Shopping
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: Christmas Shopping - The fifth in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
The drive from Birmingham to the Gadsden area isn’t that long. Less than an hour on the interstate, if the traffic isn’t too bad. However, I lived in Attalla, just a little west of the interstate. Cindy and Nell and Mr. Jeffreys lived in Glencoe, which was well to the east. The only decent road between the two was US-431. That was a good road, but it went through 8 or 10 miles of city traffic.
The right thing to do, in my mind, was to go to Glencoe first and drop off Mr. Jeffreys so that he could get the intense medical care he needed from his wife. Maybe get off at SR-77 and go through Rainbow City and take the back roads to Glencoe. Then, Cindy and Nell could go spend the night with me in Attalla. Nell could take Cindy to school in the morning and everyone would be back where they lived. That school was out for the next two weeks didn’t seem relevant so I didn’t bring it up.
For some reason, Mr. Jeffreys didn’t like that. He thought that we should drive to Attalla first, drop me off, and everyone else just drive on home to Glencoe. However, three out of four voters didn’t like that idea. Since Nell was driving us all around in her truck, her vote won.
Cindy said it would just be easier on everyone if we simply drove home to Glencoe and parked the truck where it belonged. They’d find someplace for me to sleep for the night, and Nell could take me to school in the morning. Well, Mr. Jeffreys didn’t like THAT one either. It was all good-natured bickering, but something was going to have to be done.
Anyway, Nell finally told us all that she was driving and it was her decision. We would go by Glencoe and drop off two people who lived there, and then she would take me home for the night. It was a school night, so she’d try to get me home before midnight if she could.
That made Cindy laugh. It wasn’t even four yet. The sun was still up. Yeah, maybe Nell could get me home by midnight. If she rushed.
She was still annoyed, though. She wanted some personal services. I’d been taken care of this weekend, but we got interrupted when I was taking care of her last night, and she wanted me to finish the job. She couldn’t really come out and say that to her father, though.
I could try to distract her, though. “So, are you going to heal your father or not? Mr. Jeffreys, if Cindy heals you, who pays for your hospital stay? How does insurance handle miracle cures?”
We talked about that for the rest of the trip. We finally decided that Cindy should try to heal her father’s head, but nothing else for now. I asked if healing his head would make him no longer a Marine? Hey, I had nothing against Marines, but my dad knew every possible joke and story about how stupid and crazy Marines were. I’m sure that some of those stories were true, but ALL of them? It didn’t seem likely to me.
When we pulled into their driveway, we all stayed in the truck while Cindy put her hands on her dad’s head and called her healing spell. I saw a slight glow but it wasn’t clear to me whether it was from her hands, his head, or in between them.
Afterwards, Mr. Jeffreys said he felt MUCH better! His headache was gone, his vision was clearer, and he could even breathe better as if his sinuses had been cleared. He still wasn’t going to let Cindy go spend the night with me, though. His thinking was more clear, not more muddled. Bummer, man!
I helped the two of them gather up all their stuff and get it inside, where Mrs. Jeffreys greeted her husband the way Cindy liked to greet me. If she was tied to him, she certainly didn’t seem upset about it.
Sally gave me a hug, too, but it wasn’t as blatant as her parents’ hug. No, I take that back. While she was snuggling into my arms, she put her face up to my ear and whispered “Anything Cindy can do I can do better.”
Yeah, she’s really not ‘all that’ yet but I still sprung a woody. I pushed her away as gently as I could and said “You need to be older, 15 or 16 at least, and you need to get Cindy’s permission. The first will happen. I don’t think that that second will happen.”
She said some things that proper young ladies don’t say in mixed company.
“Sally, you aren’t done growing yet. This takes time. I understand that you’re beginning to be an adult and you have needs. You can’t meet them yet, though. Your body isn’t ready. It’ll be like eating a cake that isn’t quite fully baked yet. The outside may be done, but the middle isn’t. It’s still nasty and not safe to eat at all. You HAVE to wait until the cake is fully baked. I’m not fully baked. Cindy isn’t fully baked. There are things we can’t do yet that I’m pretty pissed about. Do you really think that your body is more mature than Cindy’s is?”
She didn’t take being told no any better than your average three-year-old, but she knew she wasn’t going to win this one. Eventually I got rid of her and Cindy gave me a much better hug before we left. Not only was she far closer to being ‘done’ than Sally, she hugged me the way her mother had, okay, was still hugging her father. I didn’t want to let go of her at all!
Nell was waiting to take me ‘home’, though. I was gonna get mine. Nell was gonna get hers. Cindy and Sally’s parents were probably going to get theirs, too, just as soon as the door closed behind us. Cindy and Sally both had to do without. While I was still holding Cindy I asked her parents if I could take Cindy Christmas shopping in the morning. We were less than a week out and I needed to start shopping.
That made them laugh. Yes, I was a teenager. Today was December 19th, Christmas Eve was in five days, and it was fixin’ on bein’ time to start my Christmas shopping. Mr. Jeffreys said “Yes, take her shopping in the morning. But, bring her back in the same condition or better.”
Man, all these stupid conditions! “Of course, Mr. Jeffreys! If I get her dirty I’ll make sure I wash her good before I bring her home.”
Nell and I got out of there. We took the back route again. We’d already seen that traffic was like normal rush hour, and it would only get worse over the next few days.
Yeah, we stopped at that field. I got mine and it was incredible just like every other time. She got hers, too, although she kept her pants on so all I could do was play and nurse and rub her some. She said it was good, though. I know I had fun doing it. Although, just holding her afterwards was almost as good. We had plenty of time so we took a nap there in her truck, with her straddling my lap and both of us topless. Cindy’s were nicer but Nell’s were better.
Eventually she took me home. I spent the evening watching TV with my mom and my sister, and catching up on my email. Using the laptop I could do that in the den while they watched TV. I’d taken it with me to Oneonta, but I couldn’t remember actually, you know, using it.
Elaine, DON’T read this part, not until you’re married at least! Mom, I guess you can if you have to.
I was at the Jeffreys house by nine the next morning. Maybe it was just because I was the one driving, but traffic seemed worse than rush hour. I had to go inside and greet everyone before we could leave. Cindy’s hug was great as always. Very good, with a promise of all the heaven I could take. Nell’s hug was pretty nice, but I couldn’t hold her the way we wanted, not with Sally and Mr. Jeffreys watching.
Sally’s hug, now, I didn’t get as much say in that as I should have. She jumped on me and started humping. We’d have been doing it if we hadn’t been dressed. As fun as that was, I had the presence of mind to not grab her butt to support her weight. I kept my arms around her waist, which left her butt wide open to get spanked by Cindy when she noticed.
Sally squawked. I don’t know if it was the force of the blow, or just Sally’s reaction to getting spanked, but it drove her crotch harder against mine, and, well, she came. And it was a good one. It might have been her first one, too.
What is it that the old people sometimes say? “Now, THAT’s entertainment!” While Sally was convulsing on me, I got to see everyone else’s faces. Nell was amused. Mrs. Jeffreys was horrified. Mr. Jeffreys was fucking pissed. Cindy, now, we needed to separate the two sisters for a while. Maybe for a month or two.
I could sorta see the issue, but it wasn’t as clear to me as maybe it should have been. Sally already had a crush on me. She’s just gotten her first, well, with a guy I’d call it her first ‘nut’ but that’s not really appropriate for a girl. Her first ‘O’? Not that I knew that much about them at the time, but it was clearly a good one, like Cindy’s the first time I’d gone down on her.
And, she’d gotten it while humping her brains out on her sister’s boyfriend. Husband? And getting spanked by her big sister who didn’t particularly care to SHARE her boyfriend or husband. How important was THAT going to be, getting her first cum while getting spanked? Was it the cause? Was it merely the final trigger? Or, was it completely irrelevant, she was about to cum anyway whether Cindy spanked her or not and that just incidentally drove her against my cock and triggered it?
Anyway, now what do I do? Cindy wanted to pull Sally off me, throw her on the floor, and then probably kick her to death. I didn’t think that was right, killing her sister just for being horny, so I spun around to put me between the two of them. Cindy started hitting me instead. Dammit!
After three or four blows Mr. Jeffreys pulled Cindy off, and I could turn around to see the rest of the family again. Mrs. Jeffreys didn’t look mad any more, she just looked sad.
That’s when it hit me. Their ... problem. Was this going to imprint Sally on me, the way Cindy and Nell had? Oh, no. Uh-uh. I was willing to spend the rest of my life trying to please Cindy. And, probably failing, but I’d do what I could.
If Nell wanted in on that and Cindy approved and no one else had a cow, sure, I’d try to take care of her, too. But a third ‘wife’ who was only 13? Nope, uh-uh, no how, no way. It ain’t gonna happen.
I looked at Mr. Jeffreys and shook my head. “Nope! No. Fucking. Way. You guys have got to tell her what’s going on, and I don’t think I can do this. Not now, not for several more years, and it’ll be never if that’s what Cindy says. I belong to her first, and she has all the say in this that she wants.”
By then Sally’s body was calming down, and her mind was beginning to take over again. I could tell by the way she was moving. Now what, Batman?
She started nuzzling my neck and shoulder and mumbling. “Oh, my GOD that was good! It was MUCH better than when I do it. We gotta do that again!”
I shook my head. “Sally, no! YOU maybe gotta do it again, and I maybe gotta do that again, but not WE. I belong to Cindy and she doesn’t want to share. You’re gonna hafta find someone of your own. Then, when you have him trained up just the way you want him, you can decide if you want to share him with other girls.”
“NO WAY!”
“You wouldn’t share your man with another girl?”
“Never!”
“So, what would you do if you had a man, you were both happy with each other, and one of your friends just ‘borrowed’ him for her needs without even asking you?”
“I’d kill her.”
“And THAT is why Cindy wants to kill you right now. You used her man for your special needs even after she told you ‘no’.”
Well, there was some more drama after that, but no bloodshed and I may have stayed off of Mr. Jeffreys’s shit list. He knew damned well that it wasn’t MY idea. All I did was accept a hug from a scrawny kid I was spostabe nice to.
Still, it was agreed all around that maybe I should take Cindy and go shopping, and maybe keep her away from her sister for a few hours. Hmmmm. Where to go, what to do...
Now, Christmas shopping was important, it was December 20th after all, and there were only 5 shopping days left before Christmas, but getting Cindy away from Sally and somewhere I could do for her what she did for me was also a priority.
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