Chapter 73: Julia Plans to Offer Herself as a Sex-Prize to Every Boy at School

Monday, April 18, 2005 (Continued)

Dinner was very welcome as I had forgotten to have my usual post-school snack.

I had just established a good rhythm when Carol told Mom and Dad, "Oh, by the way, tomorrow at school I'm going start telling people that I'm a lesbian and Julia is my bi lover. We'll start holding hands and kissing in public."

#1: <Hey, wait a minute! We never got around to deciding that.>

#4: <I think it's not our decision. Not because Carol jumped the gun, but because it never was our decision. This is Carol and Julia deciding how they present themselves to the world. "Their choices, their consequences." Like the lesson we learned from Andrew about Julia being responsible for her own body.>

#2: <Very good, #4.>

#4: <It just occurred to me the second Carol said it. Good to know that some of the stuff we're learning from the Williamses sticks. It took a while to make itself known, but it feels right. Plus the two girls are going to be so HOT!>

It would be fair to say that Carol's announcement stimulated some lively discussion.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was an adult discussion. I don't mean because of the subject matter; I mean that all us kids were treated maturely. Even Donna had her opinion asked for.

Donna thought, "It's cool." (Okay, maybe the discussion wasn't entirely adult.)

Naturally, my opinion was also requested, as it should be when one of a man's wives plans to come out as a lesbian. We let #4 do the honors, and he couldn't help showing off a little by saying, "Initially I was quite doubtful, even negative, but then I realized that I was being selfish. The girls are each deciding how they wish to present themselves to the world. This really isn't anyone's decision but theirs. The consequences will be almost entirely theirs alone, so the responsibilities and choices are too. I haven't been able to suggest any issues that they haven't already considered, so my role is over. I'll support them in their decision."

Everyone around the table was very surprised. (Donna probably didn't understand most of what I'd said, but she knew I'd stopped eating to talk for a long time, which would've surprised her, thereby making this paragraph's opening sentence technically correct.) Julia was so proud she wanted to burst. She jumped into my lap and hugged me fiercely, loudly - for the first half of her sentence - proclaiming, "You're going to get SO lucky, umm, as soon as we're allowed. I had no idea you understood our decision that way. I didn't, but I should have because Mom has been teaching me for years. That you did is awesome. I can't wait to tell Mom what you said. She'll be very proud of you."

#2: <In case any of you are getting big headed, let me remind you of our screwup with Donna only a few minutes before.>

Mom and Dad had their discussion range curtailed. They - rightly in my new opinion - restricted their discussion to raising issues that the girls should consider. I also tried to find issues that were negative. All jokes aside, I would have preferred the girls not to do this. It seemed to be unnecessary and it might give them a bad reputation. I raised "bad reputations" as an issue, and it lasted about as long as I expected.

Julia was asked what her parents thought, to which she answered, "They don't know yet, but they'll do exactly as Mark said and you guys are doing: they'll help us examine the issues and then they'll support our decision. That's what my family does. Sometimes helping us pick up the pieces afterward when we get it wrong, but that's life."

Carol got in a good dig at Mom, saying with humor, "Mom won't let me have babies for at least two years, so I might as well be a lesbian."

Julia called her parents, telling them about the new development to give them time to think about before the girls got there, 9pm was agreed for that. Carol was eager to publicly come out immediately, and it wasn't a very complex issue so Vanessa and Prof should have enough time to reach a conclusion tonight. Carol and Julia might be doing some heavy kissing at school tomorrow.

Dinner got back to normal, and the other daily events got touched on: I told Dad about Mr. Millane, my DMV appointment was mentioned, Julia told my family that her father would get me to drive him around before I was allowed to drive anyone else. Before Julia could remind me - because she was clearly about to - I told her I wouldn't forget the "seatbelts before ignition" rule.

After dinner I started helping with the dishes, but Carol chased me out, saying that, "I can't cook a roast chicken, but I can dry dishes. Didn't Julia want you to do something?" It took a couple of seconds, but I remembered the sit-ups. It was a bizarre request, but I did what I always do with Julia's bizarre requests.

Julia said, "Before you start, we need to get the right clothes for you. Let's check out your room."

I had no idea why doing sit-ups needed "the right clothes", but out of habit I complied with Julia's request. It turned out that "the right clothes" meant no shirt and the smallest pair of shorts I had, making it a "topless bizarre request". The no shirt requirement was easily taken care of. Julia expressed considerable dismay at my smallest pair of shorts. Apparently they were all terrible. New shorts got added to 'my' shopping list for Saturday. Julia unhesitatingly went through my underwear drawer. Having experienced exactly the same, totally unashamed invasions of my privacy when Carol and Mom were helping me prepare for my first date with Julia, I was not at all surprised. Embarrassed, but not surprised.

"Ahh," said Julia, "these are good enough. Lose your pants and put these on."

Clearly privacy was not high on the list of Julia's current mindset. I changed into my too-small, gray underwear.

"On the floor and give me a few sit-ups."

^-- A few seconds later, "Excellent. Perfect in fact. Okay, stand up, thanks."

I did so, unfortunately while Julia added, "Let's go to the living room."

"Ahh, honey. I'm not really dressed to be walking around the house. This underwear isn't exactly modest."

"Get used to it. You're going to be dressed this way in the middle of school in a couple of days." Walking through the house was surprisingly easy after that.

Walking down the hallway Julia asked, "Do you have a metronome?"

"What's a metronome?"

"It's used to keep to a fixed beat when you play a piano."

"It'll be next to the piano then." I couldn't resist that. And they think guys aren't logical! (The Anderson home isn't large enough to swing a cat in - another expression of Mom's that I doubt she's ever done - so the idea that we'd have a piano tucked in a corner somewhere is absurd.)

When I walked into the kitchen on the way to the living room, eyebrows got raised.

Mom exclaimed, "When on Earth did your body change so much?"

"Julia runs me ragged and works me to the bone."

"Like heck I do! He's looked like this all the time I've known him. You didn't know, Felicity?"

"No indeed. How did you get so athletic looking, Mark?"

"I haven't been doing an extraordinary amount of exercise. I think it might be a combination of soccer, a messed up adolescence that my body's just starting to get straightened out, and good genes from Dad."

"I doubt it," stated Mom. "Your shoulders are too wide and your waist is definitely too narrow. That underwear certainly show your body off much better than the clothes you normally wear. Is there a reason you're walking around undressed?"

Julia answered, "To show off his body. I'm getting him to do some sit-ups in the living room and I want to see how good he looks."

"Me too," agreed Donna.

And to my dismay, Mom also said, "Me too. Lead on."

The females of the family abandoned the kitchen, leaving the dishes unwashed. They followed Julia and me into the living room.

Dad whistled in surprised admiration when I walked into the room, and I had the same conversation with him, with him also not believing my explanation.

I replied, "If it's not that, then it's something to do with my suddenly getting smarter and more coordinated." I'd been reasonably sure that was the case, but had preferred not to mention it. Everyone's disbelieving my innocuous explanation sort of forced me to tell them what I really thought.

Julia was eager for me to get on with my sit-ups. She broke into my vaguely worded explanation to say, "Mark's going to do some sit-ups. Mark, if you would be so kind. I need a watch with a second hand, who has one of those?" My watch didn't, so I lay down while Dad handed his watch to Julia, who said, "I want to find the highest fixed rate that you can hold forever. Understand?"

I answered, "Sure."

Mom and Dad looked confused. They didn't know anything about any "forever". Donna wasn't looking confused though, she was too busy looking intently. Can you guess at what?

Julia told me, "I'll let you find your own rate. When you think you've got a rate you can hold, let me know and I'll pretend to be a metronome."

I had no idea what my sit-up ability was like, so I started at what felt like a slow rate. I'd done three when Donna volunteered to hold my ankles.

After several more Julia said, "About eight seconds per sit-up. How's it feel?"

"Fine, but I want to go for longer before I change my rate."

After another minute Mom said, "Donna, try not to drool too much onto Mark's leg." She hadn't actually drooled yet, but some was hanging off her lip. Donna wiped it off.

After a few more sit-ups, Julia said, "I'm not being biased when I say Mark's body is impressive, am I?"

Everybody agreed that my body was VERY impressive. The sit-ups were showing it off very well, especially in the underwear I was wearing.

Dad's comment was the one I took the most notice of, "I can't recall ever seeing a body like Mark's. Most of the athletes I've seen have been more bulked up, but for someone so slim his body looks superb. His waist is almost too narrow, and his muscle definition is impressive too."

Julia said, "Is it just me, or is his waist hot?"

All the females expressed the same opinion.

Carol asked, "Mom, even you think his waist is hot?"

Mom said, "If I ignore that he's my son, then the female parts of my brain are salivating, just like Donna. His waist is perversely sexy. It's so narrow that it looks like an hourglass-shaped woman's waist. It's feminine, but on a body that's obviously masculine, even with so little body hair. Mark's waist is a real bell-ringer."

I had no interest whatsoever in Mom's bells. I strongly preferred to believe that she didn't have any, let alone that they could clang. I changed the subject, "I'm going to speed up quite a lot. This seems too easy."

Donna said, "I can't see his waist very well from here, but I like what I'm looking at." I've previously mentioned that Donna is very direct. Now that we'd had a family discussion about her wanting to have sex with me, and it was an openly acknowledged fact, Donna's directness extended all the way to shamelessness.

Julia agreed that part of me was very good too. Happily neither Mom nor Dad commented.

Mom said, "I should get back to the dishes. I don't think Mark needs you to hold his ankles Donna, so you should come finish the drying."

"Aww."

Carol said, "I'll do them for you, Donna. You can stay here and perv at my husband. It's the closest you're going to get to it for quite a while and I'd hate to rob you of your fun."

"Thanks," said Donna appreciatively, without stopping her perving.

Mom and Carol wandered off, chuckling.

Dad stayed and asked, "Seriously, how did you get your body into that condition, Mark? I haven't seen it since last summer, I guess, and I've never seen you working out. A bit of soccer and some goofing off with Donna is all."

"I haven't been exercising. No more than you've seen anyway. Although being in bed with Julia is good exercise because she never gives me a moment's peace. For a little girl, she had BIG demands."

"{Raspberry}," from Julia.

I continued, "I have half a theory that I was going to talk with my sensei about on Thursday evening to see if he could confirm it. Remember Sensei predicting that my arm would heal faster that the doctors expected?" Dad nodded. "Faster healing is mentioned in Aikido books. I think aikidoka - that's the Japanese word for people who do Aikido - are naturally fitter somehow. Not because they work out, but because of the mental effects of ki. That's the mental energy that Aikido develops. The books that talk about Aikido healing all describe it as a mental activity. My hypothesis is that healing is similar to having good muscles, strong bones, and that sort of thing. That's why my body looks so good, because it's highly 'healed'. It's certainly not because I deserve it, as I spend most of my time doing schoolwork."

Julia stated, "But you looked that good when I first saw you naked, and that was before you started Aikido."

"Yes, but I think I discovered that aspect of Aikido before I went to the first class. Like Donna knew how to punch before she went to Karate."

Dad thought about it for a few seconds, then said, "If it's an Aikido thing, every serious athlete would be doing it, but I've never heard of Aikido before. I wondered whether your muscles might be fake in some way - maybe they just look good - but I've seen you perform athletically and we've all heard about your bedroom performance, so that's not right either. It must be something to do with your being special, which is a pity because I'd join your Aikido club in an instant if one hour per week could make me look like you."

Dad had taken a couple of steps to leave the room, when he stopped to ask, "Are you safe if I leave you here with Donna? Haha."

Donna had the grace to look slightly ashamed, but she quickly recovered.

Julia said, "I'll fight her off my man." Which was a ridiculous statement and Dad wandered off chuckling.

I still wasn't feeling any fatigue, so I increased my rate again. Carol and Mom wandered back in again.

Mom said, "Carol's done the dishes for you, Donna."

Donna thoughtlessly mumbled, her mind clearly not on the conversation, "Umm, thanks."

Mom added, "You should do all her dishes for a year."

"Okay."

We all laughed at that, which woke Donna up. It took Donna a second or two to recall the conversation, and then she quickly said, "No! That's not right. I thought you meant I should do them one night."

Mom laughed, "You didn't think at all. You were too busy looking at your brother's package."

"Yeah. He looks very good. He's got an awesome body."

Mom agreed, "He certainly has, but why is Julia giving us this display?"

Julia explained, "I had an idea a little while ago. It might take a week or two before the court case is over and we can misbehave like normal teenagers, but there's nothing to stop us from starting to advertise Mark before then. I was thinking about how to get other girls interested in Mark. He's got remarkable endurance at running and sex, so he's almost certainly got remarkable endurance at sit-ups too. If he does, and it's fast enough, then I think I'll arrange a lunchtime competition at school. Get lots of jocks and whoever else wants to join to strip down to their shorts and do sit-ups until only one person is left. The winner will get the prize. That'll be Mark of course, especially because I'll be setting a pace that will suit him.

^-- "If we have that competition, large numbers of girls will see Mark like this, as they've never seen him before, and will be much more interested in getting into his shorts. He looks a lot sexier and more impressive this way than he does in those terrible clothes he wears to school every day."

Mom said, "It'd certainly create a lot of excited girls. Any girl seeing him looking like he does now is going to get seriously turned on. I don't really agree with your 'terrible clothes' comment though. He doesn't dress too badly."

"His clothing is TOTALLY wrong! He's got no idea how to dress properly and it's a travesty to cover his body the way he does. We're going shopping on Saturday morning to get him some new outfits so he'll be ready for when the court case is over."

Mom said, "That reminds me. I better call the police to find out what's happening with that. I was sure they'd want to interview everyone properly by now. I'll do that tomorrow. Is that how you're going to make Mark dress during the competition?"

"Yes. He doesn't even have any normal shorts he looks good in. His whole closet is a bonfire waiting to happen. I was originally thinking that the guys could wear running shorts, but I've decided to change it so they all have to strip down to their underwear. If they refuse then they can't enter. That'll bring hundreds of girls to look."

"It certainly will! How do you feel about that, Mark?"

"EXACTLY as you'd expect! I'm not even comfortable dressed this way around my family. It's going to be horrendous at school. I don't like to go against Julia, but thank goodness there'll be plenty of other guys around."

Julia said, "Not for long there won't, and not for most of the time. I'm sure most of them will drop out very quickly. There'll probably be only half a dozen guys that have any endurance. If the competition ends before lunchtime ends, then I intend to ask the audience whether we should keep you going for the rest of lunch. I'm sure they'll all scream yes. Just over lunchtime should be enough, but we should pick a day when the next class or two isn't very important to you. Math or Physics probably. That way if there's another guy who is very good, we can keep going until he drops out. What day would be good for you?"

"Umm. Would you believe 'None'? I think schooling is very important and I shouldn't skip classes." I thought it was worth a try.

"{Raspberry}. You're always skipping classes. Aren't you missing half the afternoon tomorrow to get your license? You could easily have done that after school."

"I thought the DMV would be less busy then and I didn't want Dad to have to hang around too long as he has to take time off work.

^-- "I don't think I've got anything important scheduled for Thursday, six years from now."

"Ha-ha. I'll give you one more chance, otherwise I'll pick a day. We need two or three days to advertise it properly, so pick a day after Thursday."

"Next Monday, I guess. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"All my ideas are good ideas. You should know that by now." Julia was smirking, but unfortunately she was also right.

^-- She persisted, "I'd rather not do it on a Monday because people might forget about it over the weekend. We need plenty of guys to enter this, to make it a big event and get lots of girls interested. How's Tuesday for you? What do you have after lunch on Tuesday?"

"English, which I'd rather miss than a Math or Physics class."

"Tuesday it is then. I'll advertise it on Thursday, Friday and Monday. Tell all the jock coaches, spread the rumor, etc. Carol and Donna can help, but it'll mostly be a high-school event."

Donna said, "That's going to be so cool! I can't wait to see that. Where are you going to do it, because I definitely want to watch?"

"I was thinking on the sports field just outside the changing rooms. I want to be able to stand on a table with a megaphone and metronome to run things properly. I'll try to get one of the coaches to help. It should be a big event so we'd better be well prepared."

Mom said, "It doesn't sound like a big event to me. You'll probably only get a handful of guys who want to enter. Why should they waste their lunchtime doing sit-ups? It doesn't sound like much fun, especially if you force them to strip to their shorts. You'll get a few showoffs, but not many."

Julia said, "There will be a prize. I want to motivate LOTS of guys, so I'm going to be the prize. The winner gets me in his bed overnight, to do whatever he wants with."

I totally lost my rhythm. Even Donna stopped looking at me, to look in shock at Julia.

Mom and Carol both spoke at the same time. One said, "I don't think that's a good idea." | The other said, "Cool. I want to be a prize too." You can probably work out for yourself who said what.

Julia laughed, "Mark will be the winner, Felicity. The whole point of this exercise is to make all the other girls realize that Mark will be awesome in bed. His coming second would probably still be okay in that respect, as at least the girls would have seen his body, but coming first is SO much better. I don't want to sleep with anyone else, so I'll only do this if we're sure Mark will win.

^-- "Carol, I'm sorry, but you can't be a prize. We only want one prize because Mark can't come both first and second at the same time."

Carol said, "Make first prize a night with you AND me then. That'll definitely get the guys interested."

"It CERTAINLY would! Thank you for wanting to help, but you're coming out as a lesbian tomorrow, remember? We want people to believe you're a lesbian, not bisexual, as they need to know that you cannot be interested in your brother. That was the main reason for your coming out. Plus when Mark wins, if you are part of the prize then people will put you and him together sexually in their minds. That is NOT an association we want them to make. Sorry, you can't join in."

"Damn! That would have been so much fun."

Mom said, "You're really willing to take that much risk?"

"There's hardly any risk. You saw him out-run some of the best 10k runners in the country. What chance do high-school boys have against him? Plus I know what he's like in bed. He can go forever. I'm sure he will win if his sustainable rate is fast enough to burn off his competition."

Mom nodded, and said, "You might be right. However, Mark's being sexually active has to be kept hidden until after the trial. You'll have to delay your stunt or at least delay the prize-giving."

"I want to get the girls revved up ready for the trial's ending, so I'll delay the prize-giving. That's easy. It's even preferable because it gives me chances to discuss sex often."

Mom didn't look too pleased at the idea, and I was curious about something, so I changed the conversation a little, "What have sit-ups got to do with sex? In bed I'm usually facing the other way, so push-ups would be better, wouldn't they?"

Julia said, "No. Sit-ups test stomach muscles, and they're critical for sexual endurance."

#4: <They are? I didn't know that.>

Mom agreed with Julia, "Yes. Provided the guy doesn't cum too often so that he goes soft, then it's usually his stomach muscles that give out first in sustained sex."

Julia said, "Exactly. Mark can go for hours in bed. Six hours one time with me. Remember the time I had to miss school?"

Mom said, "You mean he was CONTINUOUS for six hours? I'd heard your session was six hours long and vigorous, but I didn't know it was continuous."

"It was continuous all right. I was so stupid. I should have stopped at two hours, or even sooner. I won't make that mistake again."

"He can really stay hard that long?"

"He can do anything he wants."

"Good grief! How many times did you orgasm?"

"Dozens of times. Thirty, forty, fifty. I couldn't count. After the first dozen things got rather fuzzy."

"I can imagine! Why on Earth didn't you tell Mark to stop?"

"I was pig-headed and selfish. As a result Mark taught me a very good lesson. It wasn't a big deal, I just had to miss a couple of days of school. I even enjoyed the pain afterward, as it constantly reminded me how awesome Mark was."

It was an opportune moment for me to change the topic; something I'd been eager to do for some time, "I'm feeling fatigue at this pace. How fast is it?"

"Do a few more so I can time them."

After a few more, Julia said, "About 2.5 or 3 seconds each."

"Okay. I'll rest now until there's no fatigue, and restart slower than that." I lay back and rested. Donna kept holding my ankles. Maybe to stop anyone else taking over, or maybe because she thought the view was still just as good.

Carol said, "Mark, do you want a drink or anything else?"

"No thanks, sweetie. Except maybe some decent pants. That'd be a lot less embarrassing."

Carol started heading for my room, even though I'd been joking. I didn't try to stop her though. Unfortunately Julia did, "Don't get them, Carol. Mark has to get used to looking like this. That's why I'm making him do it, not just for Donna's enjoyment." Carol stopped. She didn't even look at me for confirmation. I guess she knew who the real boss of our relationship was.

Eventually we determined that about 4 seconds per sit-up seemed to be what I called optimal. It seemed to produce no fatigue. 3.5 seconds per sit-up did.

Julia said, "Four seconds each means fifteen per minute. That'd be nine hundred for a full hour. That's an impressively large number. I doubt many guys could do more than a hundred. The competition should be easily over before lunchtime ends, and if not we'll just keep going, all afternoon if need be. I can't see anyone being able to clock up three thousand sit-ups without any rest breaks. Looks like we have a plan. Excellent. We'll do an hour-long test sometime before we start advertising it just to make sure, but it looks great. This will certainly get a lot of girls interested in him."

Mom said, "It sure will! You're quite serious about getting him more girls? You're really going to follow through with it?"

"Absolutely. It'll be a lot of fun. The only thing that worries me a little is disease. Mark will use condoms of course. If a girl becomes a favorite and starts to return frequently, we'll insist she gets tested. Mom suggested we arrange one specific doctor to do the tests for us and to email us with the results and photos of the girls so we'll know they didn't pull a switch on us. The girls will have to consent to that. Mom said that when the time comes she'll call around, pretending to be the leader of some sort of girls' group, to find a doctor who'll do what we want just from the girls' verbal consents." Typical of Julia. She'd planned ahead, thought of a problem, and had the solution ready before I'd had a clue about any of it.

Julia added, "By the way, you can get dressed if you like, Mark. No one will object if you stay that way though."

Donna protested, "I'll object if you get dressed."

Like that was going to stop me! "Sorry, sweetie. I'm getting dressed right now. I would've thought you'd seen enough already."

"Oh no, I haven't seen enough. I DEFINITELY want to see more."

Too bad, I was already walking quickly to my room.

"Great ass!" from Donna.

"Yes, isn't it?" agreed Julia.

I left the room, followed by several comments about my ass. Apparently I have "buns so tight I'd bounce off the walls." That was good to know.

I'd not long returned - which was greeted by several "Boos" - when the phone rang and it was for me.

It was my Sensei checking that I'd be coming on Thursday, including that I had no more surprise parties to attend.

"No, no more engagements like that. My cast is off now because you were right that my arm had healed and there was no sign of any break on the X-ray."

"Good. So you will start your training on Thursday?"

"Yes. I'm looking forward to that. I finished the books you lent me so I'll bring them all back. I only skimmed through the parts that I thought you'd teach me better, like doing the actual techniques. I didn't find any part of the books useful unfortunately, so I guess I'll have to learn by doing. I do have some questions about the healing side of Aikido though."

Sensei said, "It is called 'Kiatsu'. By all means we can talk about it, but I have another class starting shortly. Shall we talk about it after your class on Thursday?"

That was fine with me. I didn't think Mom and Donna would mind waiting a few minutes, so I agreed.

I was about to end the call when Sensei said, "If you can, please come to class a few minutes early as I will have a gi for you to change into."

"Okay. Thanks. See you Thursday."

We ended our call, and while I remembered to, I told Mom about talking to my sensei after my next class, so she and Donna might have to wait a few minutes. "I'll try and make it quick. I only really have one question anyway."

"That'll be fine."

I went to find the girls, and found them cleaning up after the tornado. Ostensibly anyway. In practice what had happened is that Carol had pulled out a lot of her existing clothes to make room for the new ones, which had resulted in Donna wanting to grab some of Carol's rejects. Discussion on the merits of various pieces of clothing followed, which pretty much meant progress stopped, and even went backward because Donna was pulling her clothes out to see if they matched Carol's rejects.