Chapter 7

December had arrived and everyone in the school was looking forward to the holidays. It was Monday, and like every Monday, the names of those students selected to participate in the Program were read out, so after they reluctantly stood and grudgingly left the classroom to get naked, Tom left for his study area in the library. Some snickers reached his ears as he left the room, so he just turned, made a “yeah, so what” gesture, and left. The two trouble-makers who had threatened to spread rumors about Tom had actually begun to do just that, but an alert teacher overheard them and a quick trip to the head teacher and a lecture stopped any further rumor-mongering on the two boys’ parts.

I don’t know why they even bother having me go to home room on Mondays, he thought. For the whole term, there’s only been two times that a kid in my home room hasn’t been picked. They should let me go right to the library every day.

He stopped off at the librarian’s office and collected the class materials left for him by his teachers and then got settled in his corner carrel. Pulling out the computer tablet, he turned it on, connected to his first class’s video stream, mounted the tablet in its stand, and adjusted its position. He put on the wireless headphone and then opened the folder containing his copy of the class’s lesson materials. The class change bell sounded then.

Then he noticed that teacher’s instructions told him that he should get a certain book from the class’s reserved books shelf, so he got up and looked for it there. The book wasn’t to be found, so he went to see the librarian. The two of them searched for several minutes when the bell for the period beginning rang.

“I’ll have to let your teacher know that the book’s not here,” the librarian said, as she walked back to her office. Just then a student aide came in, wheeling a cart of books to be reshelved. “Oh, wait, Tom, here’s your book.”

She picked it up from the books on the cart and gave it to him.

“Thanks,” Tom told her, and went back to his carrel.

Standing in front of the table, he put the book down and absentmindedly glanced at the tablet—his heart jumped into his throat. There on the screen, in plain view, a naked girl was sprawled out on a chair and an equally naked boy was crouched between her legs; his face was in her crotch and his hand was rubbing her breast. The audio from the room coming through his headset unmistakably indicated that the boy was doing a wonderful job pleasuring the girl; she was squealing, “Oh, oh ... oh yeah ... ahhh ... oh ... like that ... ooohh!”

Tom stared at the sight, paralyzed, like a mouse staring at a snake ready to strike. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, but his heart was pounding and he was having difficulty breathing. He was locked in position for almost a full minute when the girl on the screen screamed as she orgasmed. Tom’s legs suddenly felt like jelly; they couldn’t support him any longer and he slumped into his chair. That’s when he became aware of a dull pain emanating from his groin—his penis had become like an iron bar. Tom pushed the tablet so it faced away as he tried to control his labored breathing; then he realized he could still hear the girl speaking.

“That was awesome, Martin. Now it’s your turn. Shit, you’re big; mmmm, let me suck it in...”

Tom tore off the headset and leaned back in his chair, sighing.

Shit! he thought. Fuck, that hurts! and he tried adjusting himself to relieve the pressure in his crotch. He quickly noticed that his feelings of panic had almost instantly disappeared when he became aware of his sexual excitement. The panic, the chest tightening, the dizziness—all gone.

Now that’s totally weird, he thought. What the hell does that mean?

He tried to think of a way to test it again but looking for another way of seeing a relief session seemed to be too frightening to contemplate; then he realized that the class must have started by now, so he set up the tablet again and soon became involved with the class.

After the class was over, Tom realized that the camera’s view in that classroom must have moved down a bit—it must have gotten bumped somehow, because its view had never shown any chairs in the front of the room before. He decided that, in the future, he’d check the audio coming from the classrooms first so he could avoid seeing any more disturbing video.

What the hell am I thinking of? he berated himself. I get a just about perfect porn video shot and I’m thinking of ways to avoid it? I’m crazy, absolutely crazy! He shook his head and tried to make sense of how his sexual stimulation affected his panic. I need to talk to someone, damn it, but it’s so fuckin’ embarrassing ... Maybe Lynette ... we talk about everything, and she jokes about how she gets turned on by all the stuff she sees ... And then she realizes that her talkin’ about it makes me uncomfortable and she stops. Maybe she needs to talk it over too. Oh god, I don’t know what to do. he sighed miserably.

At home after school that day, Tom went to Lynette’s room to continue their work on a class project that they had been assigned to do together. They each had done some independent research and now they planned to combine their work into the report writeup.

“Oh, Tommie, I heard something today about a blog that posts stuff about bad Naked in School crap happening in different schools,” Lynette said. “One of the girls found it and she said she read about some really awful things that were happening in some schools.”

“Huh, really? How about in our school? I’m so far out of the rumor loop that if the place burned down tomorrow, I’d first hear about it next week.”

“Very funny. No, can’t say that I know of anything really bad at our school. Just the usual sex-crazed performances. I get so damned turned on sometimes ... especially today ... But Sally was really distressed about what she read, ‘cause she’s scared out of her mind about what’ll happen when her turn comes.”

“God, it must be awful to have that Program selection crap hangin’ over your head, you know?” Tom sighed. “We’re so lucky that we’re not gonna get involved. I’m certain that I wouldn’t be interested in reading that blog especially if it talks about bad stuff.”

“Yeah, me too. But I feel sorry for people who are forced to do things that make them feel horrid,” Lynette said, shaking her head. “I wanna look at that blog—see what Sally was saying about other schools.”

Tom grimaced. “And those tabloid articles we’ve read about the Program too. Hey—those articles—they also mentioned a blog kinda like that, right?”

Lynette was typing at her laptop. She looked up. “Yeah, that’s right. Okay, the search results are here ... yeah ... I think this is it. Called The Realist. Let me see. This must be it. Oh my, here’s an article about a girl where the head teacher had cut off her long hair ‘cause she could use it to hide her titties ... and here’s a link, let me click it ... oh god, it talks about the Program being a kind of torture of kids. Hmmm, there are links to newspaper articles that talk about abuse like that too ... let’s see ... wow, the tabloids write about the blog and how it’s exposing all the bad things about the Program ... Tommie? Are you okay?”

Tom’s face had turned a bit gray. “Um, sis, can you please stop with that Program shit? It’s really bothering me today, thinking about all that crap.”

Lynette pushed her laptop away. “Okay, Tommie. Hey, we better get to work on that project now.”

“For sure. Take my mind off all that Program shit.”

“Okay. I think that after we write the intro and basics of the topic we’re discussing, your part should come first,” she suggested.

“Yeah, makes sense; mine’s the positive viewpoint,” Tom replied.

They started to discuss how to word the introduction. Lynette opened her notebook and began reading and making notes. She wrinkled her forehead and Tom chuckled; she looked up at him and he winked at her.

“Cut that out!” she smiled. “Actually, this project we’re doing covers what’s becoming a kinda hot topic now ... um ... crap, I’m still thinking about hot topics ... a different kind of hot topic ... shit, can’t get that damn scene outta my mind. There was this really hot relief scene in first period class, just so fuckin’ hot. Had me so damn bothered, thinkin’ about it all bloody day.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Tom sighed. “That’s why I wanted you to quit looking at that blog stuff about the Program. It’s makin’ me think about that first period class and watching that scene really, really bothered me too.”

Lynette looked at him. “Wait—what? You just said you watched it? How? How could that happen?”

“Yeah, I watched—I saw it. By accident. Somehow the camera got bumped so its view tilted down enough for me to see the chairs they use for that relief shit. I got a bird’s eye view from like above the front row, you know, real close, and I fuckin’ couldn’t look away either. Gerry—was that her name?”

“Yeah.”

“She was sprawled out there, totally exposed, and I saw almost the whole thing.”

“Ohmygod, Tommie! What happened, you didn’t freak out and panic, I hope!”

“No, it was weird. It felt like the panic started but suddenly I got so fuckin’ aroused, the panic never got any steam up to go anywhere. It just ... um ... fizzled ... died down. I felt the chest pressure crap start and my breathing got tight, then ... nothing ... gone, zilch ... just, shit, I got so damn hot seeing what ... um, that was Martin, I guess, was doing to her!”

He continued to briefly describe what happened to him as he watched the girl get her orgasm.

“I was just frozen there, watching. The sound was coming through on my earpiece too and I couldn’t make myself look away either. My body really reacted, you know, in my crotch,” he said, blushing. “So when I got aroused like that, the panic just kinda fizzled out; I could still feel it, you know? Way in the background? But it was like it didn’t matter; it wasn’t affecting me. All I felt was myself gettin’ awful tight down there and it was damn uncomfortable.”

“Holy shit, Tom! Wow, that’s incredible—say, did you try to see if you could watch another relief session after that to see if the same thing happened?”

“The thought occurred, sweetie. But I was so scared; like maybe that time was a fluke and if I forced myself to watch something like it again, maybe it would be worse? I don’t know! I just don’t know!” he groaned.

“Oh, Tommie, my dear Tommie...” Lynette murmured as she stroked his cheek. “You know that I love you so much and how badly I want to help you get over your panics. Tell me, how did you feel when you saw Gerry naked like that; she’s a really pretty girl.”

“Ah, well, I couldn’t look away, I told you, but the panic wasn’t so bad at seeing Gerry—well, maybe since it was all taking place on that tablet screen, I dunno. It wasn’t near me, so there wasn’t much threat, I guess. It was just a picture. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have a bad reaction.”

“But when did you notice that you were excited?”

“I think ... yeah, I got all weak and my legs gave way—I was standing; I had just walked back to the desk and glanced at the screen. Then suddenly it hit me what I was seeing. Then I watched, like I couldn’t look away. So yeah, I guess noticed that I ... was hard ... um ... but I noticed it only when Gerry screamed that she was cumming.”

Lynette sighed and squirmed; this discussion was making her relive the erotic sight in her memory and that memory was turning her on again.

“Oh wow, Tommie, I’ll bet your legs gave way ‘cause you were turned on by seeing Martin and Gerry and ... maybe ... yeah, maybe when you get all hot like that, maybe you can’t panic? Shit, I think you should have tried to find another relief session to watch!”

“Oh hell, no ... thought about doing it ... but ... shit, I don’t know, I was really scared of getting panicked.”

Suddenly a really wild thought occurred to Lynette. What if I tried helping him...? raced through her mind. She blushed. And then she resolved to herself to try getting her brother turned on—with her own body.

She said, aloud, “Tom, I just had this dumb, crazy idea. We can try it right now, just us two, where it’s totally safe for you.”

Tom stared at her, openmouthed. “Try it? What do you mean, ‘it’?”

“Just part of what you saw. I can get undressed and ... um ... try to get you ... um ... turned on. Yeah, that’ll see how much you react, and if it looks like it’ll get bad for you, we can stop right away.”

“God, no, Lyn...”

“Sshhhh! Tom, look, this might be the breakthrough you need! You know you’re totally safe with me, we love each other and share all our secrets too. This is your chance to see if you can do the one single thing that you’ve just now found that pushes away your panic, something that you’ve never had happen before—not panicking when you see nudity. Please do this for me ... and you.”

She looked at him with doe eyes; he never could resist Lynette when she looked at him like that.

He reluctantly nodded. “Okay, I guess, but if I start to get bad, please stop, okay? Please?”

Lynette smiled brilliantly and hugged him.

“Good, now Tom, I’m gonna take off my top ... oh wait, I have a better idea!”

She ran to her closet, grabbed a scarf, and brought it out.

“I’m gonna blindfold you and then I’ll do some things to try to get you all hot and bothered. And just so you know, I’ll be undressing too. You’ll know that but won’t see anything. I think that’ll kinda trick your body in a way. Your mind will know but you won’t see anything. Now just relax and try not to worry about what’s happening, just think about how you’re feeling.”