Chapter 38: I Give Carol Much More Than a Backrub

Sunday, April 10, 2005 (Continued)

Everything was good with the world, until Carol suddenly sat up with an anguished cry of, "Oh, NO!" She burst into tears, sobbing repeated, "Oh nos."

I'd only ever seen one other girl orgasm before, but I was pretty sure this wasn't normal. Fortunately I was currently soft, so I was able to twist around. The leg she had pinned was well lubricated, so easily rotated. I sat up and put my arms around her, and wished my underwear had a pocket with a hanky in it.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"{Sob}. I've failed you. {Sob}."

#1: <Have we EVER got a useful answer out of a sobbing female first time?>

After a dozen semi-coherently answered questions, I was able to work out that Carol was upset because she thought she'd failed the backrub test by getting rather spectacularly distracted.

As soon as I managed put that together I said, "You had two jobs here tonight, Carol: to give me a backrub and to make me happy. When you walked into the room I twiddled your nipples so much you had to sit on the floor for a couple of minutes. That delayed my massage, but I did it because I enjoyed it so much. What you just did delayed my massage by another couple of minutes, and I enjoyed that too."

^-- As often happens with me, one of my non-speaking minds thought of a better way of wording it. I changed tack a little. "Carol, what do you think made me the happiest: having my back rubbed, or seeing my sister who I love very much get so excited that she had a wonderful orgasm?"

Carol was still sobbing and sniffing somewhat, so I had to repeat myself and prod her into answering, but she finally said, "You didn't mind?"

"I enjoyed it and it made me happy. This has been the most enjoyable massage I've ever had."

"I haven't failed the test?"

I had a better idea, so I said, "You passed it. The massage test is finished, so you don't have to worry about that anymore."

It took some more reassurances, but eventually Carol's panic left her, and she even smiled when she asked me, "Did you really enjoy it?"

Now that she was happy it was time for me to start my evil idea (I do love evil ideas that include beautiful, naked girls). "I had a great time and you are good at massages, so I'll definitely be wanting some more from you in the future."

"Any time. Ask me whenever you want."

"I will, sweetie. We've got a problem though. When Julia asks me tomorrow how the massage went, I'll have to say that I enjoyed it but you stopped partway through to masturbate yourself on my leg. Julia won't be impressed by your being so easily distracted and unreliable."

"Oh. Umm, I don't normally behave like that. It's just that there's been so much happening recently..."

"There's going to be even more happening in the future, sweetie." I was talking crap but it sounded good, to me anyway. "I don't want Julia to think you're unreliable. Maybe you could go back to the hallway then come back in here to give me a full massage without any monkey business so when Julia asks me how it went I could pretend the first massage never happened, just tell ourselves it was a practice session, or something like that."

Carol brightened up immediately, "Yes, yes. I can do that. I know I'll do it right the second time. I promise. That's so good. You're so clever." And she hugged me back.

I burst her bubble though, "I'm sorry, but I just realized we can't do that."

"Why not?" With tears threatening to break out again.

"Julia has a right to know the truth about what happened. We don't want to start your relationship with her based on a lie, do we? And what would happen if she asked you to do something really important, and you stopped halfway through it so you could masturbate?"

"I'd never do that if I had to do something important."

"Darling, you knew this test was important, but you couldn't help yourself. No, my first idea is no good. I'll have to think of something else."

I didn't want to be cruel, so I only waited long enough for Carol to start worrying a little, then explained my Machiavellian plan, "The issue isn't whether you can give good massages or not. You've already massaged me enough for me to know that you give WONDERFUL massages. My concern, and Julia's concern when she hears about what you did, is whether you're strong enough to resist sexual temptation. That's what went wrong, isn't it?"

Carol hesitantly agreed, "Yes. You're just too sexy and your body's so wonderful that I couldn't help myself."

I could add faulty eyesight to the list of her problems, but I decided to proceed as is. "Regardless of the reason, it's your ability to control yourself sexually that's the issue. That's what you need to prove to Julia and me. You easily passed the massage test, but now you need a sexual control test. Understand?"

"Not really." Which was hardly surprising.

"Carol, get up, stand beside the bed and remove your T-shirt."

She was uncertain how standing and stripping herself naked was going to help, but - bless her - she did exactly as I requested.

In seconds she was standing beside the bed, holding her T-shirt in her hand. In those same seconds I went from sitting on my bed to being in Heaven. I have NEVER looked on a girls' body with the desire I had for Carol's now, not even the college girls in their bikinis last summer. Her body was easily the best I've EVER seen, especially with her pussy juice smeared around her upper-thighs and her anxiously breathing heavier than normal.

I wanted to stare at her all night, but much better would be happening soon so I tore my eyes off her and proceeded with my plan. "I'm very happy that you did exactly as I asked without delay or questioning me. I'm very, very impressed by your obedience. I'll make sure I tell Julia how well you did just now."

#4: <And how incredibly sexy she is! God, what a body!>

My praise made Carol stand straighter, achieving the impossible of making her look even better.

I continued, "You have to convince us that you can control your sexual urges, therefore this test is in two parts. First, you are forbidden to orgasm until I give you permission. It'll be days, or maybe even weeks before I give that permission." It was going to be Thursday night, but no need to mention that now. "You may not masturbate at all, and you may not have an orgasm for any other reason, no matter what someone else is doing to your body. Do you understand?"

Carol was puzzled about the reason, but she understood the rule, so she gave a doubtful sounding, "Yes."

"This will last for however long it takes for us to decide that you have enough self-discipline to control your body. To see that it doesn't control you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes."

"Good. The second part of the test is that I am going to be trying to make you orgasm."

"Oh."

"Exactly. The reason you are naked now, is because I am going to start playing with your body, and you must NOT orgasm. Got that?"

"Ahh, yes. Umm, what are you going to do?"

"Whatever I want. Before I start, I want you to know that I'll be asking you several times a day whether you've had any orgasms, and I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to read it in your face if you try to lie, so I hope you won't ruin the trust we have between us by doing that. I'll also be telling Julia all about this, and I'm sure she'll be checking on you too. She'll also strip you naked and play with your body too, to see whether you can control yourself. We need to make sure you can control yourself around both of us."

"Oh."

I added, "Whenever we can, both of us will be requiring you to strip naked and make your body available for us to play with in whatever ways we want. Every night I want you to come in here after Mom and Dad have gone to sleep, strip yourself, and stand so that I can do anything at all I want to do to you. Understand?"

"Yes." Carol understood all right. What she had major problems with was deciding what she thought about it. She didn't look about to object, she just looked confused about what it all meant.

"I'll do things during the day to test you too. If you're washing the dishes, I might walk up behind you and reach my arms around to squeeze your breasts and nipples. Or I might lift your dress, push your panties to the side, and slide my fingers in and out of your pussy, or your asshole. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes!" Carol shivered in excitement. She seemed to be giving up on understanding, and just accepting my silly instructions.

"And Julia will be doing the same things to you. I will be asking her to, and Julia ALWAYS does what I ask her, so she'll be doing those things to your body too. Okay?"

Carol seemed to think it was even better than just "okay." Her face flushed and I could see clear signs of arousal appearing through her sparse pussy hair. Most of it was her reacting to my saying I'd be doing those things, but when I'd mentioned Julia's doing them, Carol had continued to get excited rather than showing any negative reaction at all. Excellent!

"Move away from the bed slightly, spread your legs, and put your hands on your hips."

Carol obeyed immediately, a look of excited anticipation on her face. I tried not to look the same.

I added, "I'm going to wait for a minute or two for you to compose yourself. It's very important that you not have an orgasm and I can tell from how puffy your pussy lips are that you're very excited now. Just stand there for a while. Tell me when you're ready."

It'd be an exaggeration to say she nearly failed the test right then, but my reference to her puffy pussy lips dramatically increased Carol's arousal. She groaned, flushed bright red, and visibly struggled to fight down the surges she was feeling.

Not that I had any objection whatsoever to Carol's getting sexually excited, but her response did seem a weird overreaction. I certainly wouldn't feel that way if someone said the equivalent about my cock. That was why I'd discovered the wonderful go-soft ability, because of the embarrassment of getting woodies at all the wrong times.

#4: <Carol enjoys embarrassment.>

#1: <She should get a girlfriend then, because they cause endless embarrassment.>

#4: <I meant she enjoys being embarrassed in sexual situations, like this. Julia mostly embarrasses us in social situations.>

#2: <How can getting embarrassed be exciting? It's the opposite of pleasurable fun, and it's CERTAINLY not sexy.>

#4: <Beats me, but I've heard that some people get off on it. Including Carol, by the looks of it.>

#2: <Where have you heard that?>

#4: <I read it when I was doing some online research.>

#2: <Oh yeah, and what were you researching?>

#4: <Getting myself off. But enough about me, I want to embarrass Carol again to confirm my hypothesis. And also because it'd be fun.>

#1: <Those are good enough reasons for me.>

I moved so my face was only a few inches in front of her pussy. I looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "You're supposed to be calming down, so why is your pussy looking EVEN more aroused and leaking more juice than before? Are you so sex-crazy that you get off on your brother looking at you?"

#4: <Yep, she likes being sexually embarrassed all right. What a lovely girl, especially when she's that shade of red, haha.>

Carol's flush deepened and she had to work hard to get an answer out, "No. It's just..."

"Then why is there pussy juice running down your leg? You don't normally walk around in public with pussy juice running down your legs, do you? Because if you did, with the amount of juice you're leaking now every classroom you went into would quickly fill with your smell, and all of your classmates would be sniffing around to find out where it was coming from."

"{Groan}."

"Can you imagine how embarrassing it'd be for the person who sat in your puddle during the next class."

"{Groan}."

"So what's the explanation for there being so much liquid pouring out of your pussy?"

"Ahh. Umm..." After a pause, Carol gave up trying to find an acceptable answer. She hung her head in shame.

I was time to give her a break, so I stood then said, "I'll give you a couple of minutes to calm down because the way you look now you couldn't stop yourself from climaxing if your whole class was watching you."

"{GROAN}."

I took her T-shirt out of her hands, saying, "You won't be needing this. Try to calm down because you don't want to fail the test, do you?"

"N ... No. The things you said were, umm, they affected me A LOT!"

"So I smelled."

"Oh."

I folded up her T-shirt and put it on my little desk. Carol's eyes followed me, so I said, "I recommend you not look at me. You do need to calm down and you seem to have trouble doing that when you're looking at me."

"But you look so fantastic."

"That's why you shouldn't look." Which I said just because it was an easy answer, not because I thought I looked "fantastic."

Carol followed my recommendation.

I didn't mind if she failed the so-called test. I preferred her to get more and more worked up until Thursday so she'd go off big time on that special night, but if she had an 'accidental' orgasm earlier I'd simply tell her that rather than failing the test, she'd just passed the "Real Test". I'd give her some bullshit about Julia and my loving sex, and wanting someone to serve us who liked sex as much as we did, so the real test was to find out if she was sexual enough for us, despite being given a very strong reason to try to control herself. There was NO WAY Carol was going to fail any of our tests, even if I had to turn them inside out for her. I made a mental note to tell Julia about the new test and the inside out version of it, in case Carol lapsed when she was with Julia.

I stayed behind Carol for a couple of minutes, admiring the view. Her body was totally unlike Julia's, other than the highly appreciated commonality of both their bodies being female. Julia was short and very, very slim. Even her bones were delicate and she had very little muscle. Carol had much more of everything, especially the good parts. She was much bigger than Julia in all three dimensions: much taller, much wider, and my personal favorite, much more 'stacked' than Julia. Carol's breasts were particularly spectacular. I was trying to stay out of Carol's sight behind her, but I hadn't been able to resist moving around her enough to look at her breasts in profile.

Ignoring the girls in my grade who were fat (when it came to thinking about naked bodies, ignoring fat girls was my strong preference), there weren't many girls who had breasts larger than Carol's. One girl called Chloe blew every other girl at school out of the water size-wise, and there were several others larger than Carol, but she was considerably larger than average and still had more growing to do, hopefully.

Weirdly, Carol's nipples and the colored area around them were MUCH smaller than Julia's, maybe only a third the size. I don't know how that works, but I didn't care - both girls had BEAUTIFUL nipples. Beautiful breasts too. And Carol had a great deal more "beautiful breast" than Julia did.

Carol looked like she'd calmed by now. I don't know how she managed to control herself because without constant go-softs I would've blown myself empty by now.

I walked around to the front of her, "Are you calm enough to stop yourself from having an orgasm?"

Carol took a deep breath - which nearly caused me to have an orgasm - then said, "I'll try, but PLEASE don't talk like you did before."

"The idea is to test your self-control, so I have to arouse you. It wouldn't be much of a test if I didn't. Keep the position you're in and I'll start testing you." I'd chosen her position because it presented her body wonderfully, so I was eager for her to stay as she was.

I walked around to her front, reached up with both my hands and started playing with her breasts (have I mentioned that I REALLY liked breasts?). With her hands out to the side on her hips, her breasts looked EVEN more perfect. That may be an illogical description, but it's also totally accurate.

Carol gave a sharp inhalation when I grasped her nipples, so I said, "Fight it, darling." She relaxed somewhat.

I played with her breasts and nipples for a couple of minutes, having an incredibly good time. I can't say "I kept a close eye on her level of arousal," because my eyes were busy elsewhere, but from time to time I'd glance at Carol's face, and she seemed to have herself under control. So I sent one hand sliding down her belly toward her pussy.

She knew where it was going, quietly moaning, "Oh no," while she stayed completely and delightfully stationary.

I quickly discovered that she hadn't dried out from the embarrassment stimulations of a few minutes ago. I couldn't resist, so I knelt in front of her, moved my face close enough then licked the length of her pussy.

Carol was shocked, but before she could do more than gasp I exclaimed, "Carol! Your pussy juice is delicious! Why on Earth didn't you tell me how good you tasted sooner?"

Probably because that's not the sort of thing sisters normally tell their brothers, but it was a fun thing for me to say anyway. I should mention that I genuinely thought it was lovely, although I think I was probably very biased. Thanks initially to Mom and later to my own experiences, I fully appreciate how much pleasure I can give to a girl by praising her pussy juice. Pleasing Julia and now Carol meant so much to me that I'm sure my judgment of the taste was not even remotely objective.

Carol hadn't come up with an answer, so I filled the gap by saying, "Wait till I tell Julia how good you taste. She'll want to drink from you too."

I got back to taking more licks of my own, which soon resulted in Carol starting to make "Oh, oh, oh" moans.

I realized she'd forgotten that she wasn't supposed to have orgasms. Something must have distracted her, snigger. I was in a good position to reach out with one hand and pinch her ass.

"Ouch!"

"You were enjoying yourself too much and allowing yourself to get aroused. You've got to fight it. Don't give in to the sensations."

"Sorry. I'll try harder. Thanks for helping me."

"That's all right, darling. I want to help." Considering that I'd caused 100% of the problem she was facing, helping was the least I could do.

I thought it might be safer to leave her pussy alone for a while, and wondered what to do next, when the obvious occurred to me. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of it before. I raised myself to the correct height and lowered my mouth over a nipple.

That produced another "Oh" from her. But only one, and when I looked at her face - without releasing her nipple - I could see that she was still in control. I went back to giving her nipples my full attention, mouthing one and fingering the other. Once again it was a very different experience than with Julia, so much more breast, but so little nipple.

I was finding it a bit awkward, being bent over at this angle, so I stood up and commanded, "Lie on the bed, darling. On your back."

Without hesitation she did so. Unhesitant, total obedience is another good trait in a serving girl. As are nakedness and large breasts.

I climbed on to the bed beside her. It was a little perilous as I only had a single bed, but she moved sideways to make more room for me. Then I attached myself to her nipples again, mouth on one, fingers on the other. I did my best to stimulate her, which was a great deal of fun. I played with her breasts and nipples in every way I could think of, short of using TK. With Carol having so much more breast than Julia, I was a very happy man.

I discovered that the underside of Carol's breasts were more sensitive than the tops or sides, so I had a lot of fun licking and kissing their two undersides, often while using my fingers on her nipples, especially rhythmically squeezing them in sync with my licks. My stimulations were effective, and I could sense that Carol was getting more and more aroused. I let that continue for a while, finding out that as her arousal built she preferred harder squeezes and even small bites on her breasts. By the time she was getting seriously aroused, her preferences were clearly for quite rough treatment, far rougher than Julia liked. I filed this information away for another day, as it was time to ease Carol back, before she lost control entirely.

I stopped playing with her breasts, eliciting a disappointed moan from her, and I moved up to lay alongside her. As I put my arms around her, I said, "You have wonderful breasts, and I could play with them for hours, but I think I should stop to ask how you are?" Yeah, and to stop so she doesn't fail this test.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me hard, pulling her head up against mine. She said, "I'm in Heaven. This is so wonderful. I love you so much I could burst! Even though I'm not allowed to burst, haha. I have never felt anything like this before. It's beyond my wildest dreams. I love you, Mark. Love you, love you, love you!"

I guess that answered my question. I'd been worried about what she thought about all this. It seemed to me that the supposed pretext ("letting your brother do whatever sexual activity he wants to your body to test whether you are good enough to be his serving girl") wouldn't be even remotely believable. But Carol didn't seem to have any problems with it. Julia had told me that Carol wanted to serve us, but I'd still doubted that she'd swallow the pretext so easily. She was so eager I probably didn't need any excuse. I could've simply told her what to do and she would've done it.

"I love you too, Carol. I'm very, very pleased by your obedience, and also by the little things you do. Folding up my clothes and putting them carefully on my chair, moving sideways to make room for me on my bed, and things like that. They tell me you're trying as hard as you can to be good for Julia and me. Even if you make little mistakes now, I can see that you'll quickly learn to do better and better. That makes me very happy, and makes it much more likely that we'll pick you."