Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - David Zimmerman is your average high school junior, a bookish sort with average everything — except athletic ability. He can't throw or hit, swims like a turtle and has wimpy muscles. He was chosen last for every sport in elementary school — when he was chosen at all. His life changed when he kicked a field goal squarely between the uprights, then it changed again the next time he was in a ball game
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Fiction
It was like a million gallons of ice water being dumped on me at once; I withered like a strand of spider web in a blast furnace. CC’s eyes opened wide; she looked up and saw Mom leaving. “Oh shit!” I said, my voice virtually paralyzed. Where was my voice when I needed it?
CC looked at me. “What are we going to do?”
“Aside from dying horribly, what can we do?” I waved at the door. “We go out there and face the music. Grounded forever; who knows what else.”
“I’m so sorry, David. You didn’t want to, and I pushed and pushed...” She looked devastated, forlorn.
“Well, I should have pushed back harder.” That reminded me of my hard-on in her mouth; it was going to be impossible, I thought, to ever forget it.
I sat up, grabbed the pillow, and used the pillowcase to wipe the mess up; I stood up and touched CC’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”
“I really am sorry, David.”
I shook my head. “CC, I was here, just like you. Maybe not as willing, but definitely not unwilling. You and me together, CC. Whatever happens, you and me together.”
I was surprised; she turned and kissed me on the cheek. “David...” She squeezed my arm. “You’re the best. I don’t know how I can do it, but I’ll make this up to you, I promise.”
I was mildly irritated. “CC, you don’t owe me more than ‘I’m sorry.’ You’ve said it, now let it go. We screwed up; you and me together. I surely don’t need more payment in kind.” I took her hand and gently tugged her towards the sitting room part of our suite.
To my enormous surprise, the room was empty. No furious mother, no outraged father. I looked at CC, helpless. Another minute passed, really slow; and still nothing. The silence deepened; we traded looks again.
There is no way to do justice to the next fifteen minutes. The clocks of the world ticked, CC and I stood there, alternating looking at each other, looking inside ourselves; it was hell, pure hellish torture.
Finally, the door to our parents’ bedroom opened up, and they came out. Mom was wearing a housecoat, Dad had khaki shorts, and as Dad was fond of doing, he was scratching his stomach and yawning.
Mom walked up to us; I met her eyes and mentally prepared myself for functional death.
“When you’re born, and then for the first few years, you think here.” She laid her hand on my stomach. “Food, comfort, sleep, cuddling; those pretty much sum up your worldly concerns.” Her hand remained on my stomach as she spoke. “About five or six, this part starts to kick in.” She touched my forehead, resting her index finger against it. It felt like it weighed a million tons and was drilling into my skull.
“Except you know damn all little, and you make a lot of mistakes. There are successes to go with those mistakes though, and even the mistakes are helpful, because you learn from them too; eventually the successes start outnumbering the failures.
“Along about ten or eleven, at least for girls, a little older for boys, you start noticing the opposite sex.” Her hand laid flat on my chest, over my heart. “This part of you starts thinking. It is grand and wonderful, at least for most people.”
Her eyes were on me, I didn’t even dare to glance at CC; Dad was a shadow on the edge of my vision. “Then this kicks in.” I was stunned again when she cupped her hand over my penis. The situation was unknown, uncomfortable. In spite of the stimulation, I remained flaccid.
“That’s when life gets interesting, because you are now being pulled in all sorts of directions. Your belly wants food, just like always. Showers, sleep; you name it, the urge is there.” Her hand hadn’t moved, just stayed in firm contact. Not lightly, but firmly, unafraid and unashamed of her presence. “And you have your brain, and that helps guide you. And so does your heart; all contribute. But for your teenage years, this...”
She rubbed me, firmly and efficiently. The stimulation was too much; my rat traitor body betrayed me yet again. I started to get hard. “This occupies much of your waking and sleeping hours.”
I was hard again, and my mother’s fingers traced my length. “This leads you to choices: some good, some bad. All hard.” I sure was! I had no idea, none, what to do or where this was going.
“What parents have to do, is be there every step of the way along the journey for our kids. Providing those things our children need, be it a bottle, a clean diaper or just picking them up and holding them. Both of you, David, required more cuddling than most, and neither of us begrudged you a second of it. And as you got older we answered questions, helped you, told you what to do. We taught you as best we knew how, to prepare for the day when this part of your body.” She gripped me solidly through my shorts, “wakes up and starts looking at the world.” She was stroking me, obviously aware of the effect she was having on me.
“Because David, because CC, from here on out, we’re going to have less and less influence on the things you do. Choices, David. Decisions, CC, these are yours to make. You’re going to be places, doing things, and we won’t be there. Right now, you two stick together; pretty close for a brother and sister, pretty close. Not many brothers and sisters are as close as you two. But no matter what you think today, you will go your own way at some point in time; it’ll be just you, alone, who has to make your choices.”
She stepped closer, her body now inches from mine. “Sex is beautiful, David. Wonderous. It can consume your life, consume the lives of people around you.” I felt her fingers on my zipper, heard the scritch as it went down; then her fingers were inside my shorts, wrapped around my erection.
“And David, once you get started, choice is difficult. It isn’t easy to stop; harder for some of us than others.”
“Yet with sufficient self-control, along with knowing your limits, you can stop things, even when it is very, very hard.” I shot, covering her hand with spunk. She moved closer, her breasts rubbing my chest. “It is possible to think, David. No matter how impossible it might seem at the moment. You can always change your mind.”
I realized she was breathing fast; her eyes had lost their usual sharpness. They were dreamy; soft and dreamy. I started to drown in those eyes; I was lost and helpless.
Abruptly, Mom stepped back. “God, I want you! So easy, David! It’s so very easy to get caught up in the moment!” She turned suddenly to Dad. “I am really, really horny!”
He laughed, stepping close to her, but his eyes went to CC. “Don’t suppose I can have the same talk with CC?”
Mom did something, and the housecoat she was wearing fell away; she reached for Dad’s shorts and pushed them down. She was in a three-quarter profile to me; I could clearly see her breasts, the line of her hip, my dad’s erection, nearly touching her.
“A bird in the hand is good,” Dad said, pulling Mom towards his erection. “A hand in the bush is better.” He was rubbing her front, then they kissed; if I’d thought I’d kissed hotly and passionately, it was because I was inexperienced.
I watched them come together, watched him enter her. That broke the spell holding me. I turned to CC. “I’m going to get a shower. A cold shower.”
I turned and walked away.
I really didn’t bother with any warm water in the shower, just turned it on as hard and as cold as I could get it. I stood under the spray much longer than I usually would, not worried about running out of hot water.
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