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Less than a minute after I had finished jerking off in the basement den, my sister, Lauren, walked in on me with a stern, disapproving look on her face.

I scrambled to cover myself and think of some sort of face-saving story. It was pretty pointless though. She strode over to my position on the couch, still dressed in her scrubs from her job as a nurse at Bayard University Medical Center. Lauren didn't say a word. Instead, she bent down and scooped up a dollop of my cum on her right index finger.

"Look, I don't care if you masturbate," she scolded. "But you didn't even put down a towel. Jesus!"

With a pillow over my lap and cock, I stammered an apology.

She held out her finger in front of my face.

"Eat it," Lauren ordered me.

I shook my head 'no.'

"This is my house. I pay the bills. You need to learn a lesson here, so open your mouth," she insisted.

Humiliated and on the verge of bolting the room, I surprised myself and opened my mouth.

Quickly, she wiped her finger on my tongue and said, "Swallow."

I had already started to do that. I wanted it off my tongue as fast as possible, even though the taste wasn't as bad as I had feared it might be. Truth be told, I had taken tiny tastes of my jizz before.

Lauren said, "Good, boy. Don't move." She exited the room and went upstairs.

I didn't. I sat there a little numb with embarrassment, and then leaned over to grab my laptop and shut it down. Lauren was supposed to be working her shift at the medical center, so I had thought it might be a good time to take advantage of the privacy and mix things up a bit, for variety sake. Instead of rubbing one out in my bedroom, also in the basement, I thought I'd stream some porn from my laptop to the big flatscreen in what we called 'family room.' I couldn't have known that they'd been overscheduled at the medical center, sending a handful of junior and new nurses home for the night.

At the time of this new chapter in our lives, Lauren was 10 years older than me and in addition to being my big sister, she had, until my recent 18th birthday, been my legal guardian. Our mother, also a nurse, died in a car wreck six years earlier, and our father ran out on us two years before that. The two of us were the only family we had, our mother being the late-in-life c***d of two only c***dren, my grandparents. My father was estranged from his family in Massachusetts before he even met our mother.

Being a bit bossy, Lauren had no problem filling the part. Between insurance, some death benefits from my mom's employer and a settlement from the insurer of the driver who hit her, we paid some debts of Lauren's and put away some money for my college.

I graduated six months early from high school after an accelerated and successful academic career. Late that year, I had secured admission and scholarship to the Bayard University Institute for Culinary Arts and Nutritional Science, and shortly after that, Lauren thought it might be a good idea for us to move together from Texas to Central City. Her skills were portable, and Bayard would be a better place for her to pursue continuing medical education.

We sold the house in less than two months and by May we were settled into a new place in CC.

I was just starting to calm down from my embarrassment when Lauren entered the room with a tape measure in her hand. It was the long cloth kind that tailor's and seamstresses use.

"Stand up," she said.

"Why?" I asked, starting to get a little confidence back.

"Because I am going to measure you," she said. "So, lose the pillow."

I was stunned. Why would she need to do that?

She pulled on my wrist, and I stood. I guess I was so compliant just to get the whole episode over with and get back to my room. I'd learned long ago that it was easier to endure her small demands than fight. If it was important, I would fight. Still, being the younger of us two and having only each other at the time, I was emotionally vulnerable, easily manipulated.

Lauren measured my shaft then the circumference of my balls and scrotum and then typed the figures into a note app on her phone.

"Not bad," she said with a wry smile. "How long is it when hard?"

With a gasp of surprise, I protested, "A little over seven. Can I please go to my room?"

"Yeah, get out of here and next time put down a towel and have some tissues handy for fuck's sake." Lauren wiped me down with two she pulled from a pocket.

The cum was drying on my belly and legs. I practically ran to my bedroom in back. When we moved in, Lauren had suggested I take the family room, aka den, small kitchenette, bedroom and bathroom in the basement. Our split level house was cut into a hill and had a basement level two car garage. The remainder of the basement was basically the family room, a utility room, and a mother-in-law apartment or guest room. My bedroom, "the apartment," was small but windowless, which I liked because I was and am a bit of a night owl, as is Lauren. Being able to black out most of the light made it easier to sleep during the day. There was a small closet, a queen-size bed with flanked by two nightstands and not much else. I stared at myself in the mirror on the closet door.

I remember thinking that I had filled out finally, thanks to the gym. I wasn't going to enter and win any bodybuilding competition, but my gamer's pudge was gone. I thought I had an appealing face and a nice body, so I couldn't fully understand why I still was a virgin. I had three dates in my senior year of high school, all miserable. I was awkward with girls socially.

Why had Lauren wanted to measure me? I looked at my flaccid penis and examined them in the mirror and asked myself if anything was wrong with them that would give a nurse pause. I was circumcised, my shaft had a nice heft even when soft and I couldn't see a single blemish on my large sac.

I shook my long black hair in puzzlement, and then wondered if I needed a haircut. I peeked out my door, saw that Lauren was gone and crossed the small hallway to my bathroom to wash up. As I washed, I thought of Lauren and what had just happened. She could be weird, but I could be too sometimes. Since our mother had died, she had definitely felt responsible for me. Sometimes she could be bossy and even cold, but she certainly fell naturally into the maternal role. Both of us were alone in the new city and hadn't yet developed any friends. Maybe that was making her stressed and stranger.

Over the next few days, I tried to forget about it. I wanked a couple of more times but the whole incident had been like a cold shower. When I did, I did it locked in my bedroom. What was new was what I was thinking when I did stroke off. Remembering how Lauren had caught me, what she saw me doing, and her measuring were humiliating but now that humiliation was fueling my libido. I had never been harder. My tastes in porn had been pretty conventional until then - big-breasted porn stars getting fucked by guys with big cocks, blowjob videos. Tentatively, I searched on words and phrases like "caught masturbating" and saw bad actors roleplay scenes similar to what had happened between Lauren and I.

When we moved into our new Central City home, Lauren had told me I didn't have to work. She had told me to enjoy my last few months before the hard work of college began. However, she tasked me with unpacking, keeping the house clean, and generally getting things set up. Lauren also encouraged me to explore the city, get to know it and report back anything I found that was interesting. Of course I also prepared and cooked meals.

For the last several years, I had become almost obsessed with cooking and cooking shows. I wanted to be a master chef and the Bayard program was rigorous and among the top five in the country, including deep exposure to food history, biochemistry and nutrition. So I also read books on the syllabuses of upcoming courses.

It was about a week after my humiliation when Lauren and I had sat down to a late dinner. She told me about her day at work and I told her about a small but fantastic kitchen store I had found in the Yard section of Central City. During a lull in the conversation, Lauren asked me, "Have you been masturbating, David?"

"Why would you ask me that? Christ, Lauren."

She used the excuse that she was worried that her catching me masturbating might have inhibited me sexually.

"It shouldn't, David. Again, it's a natural thing. I get off almost daily," she said.

Although I shouldn't have been surprised, for some reason I was.

"Still, I'd like it if you didn't jack off for the next few days until I tell you to."

I must have given her a skeptical and surprised look.

Lauren took my hand gently, looked me in the eyes and said, "Please, David. Just humor me and don't ask questions yet, OK."

Something in her eyes made me nod yes. I couldn't guess what she had in mind, but I was a horny enough teenager to also hold out hope of some sort of sex game that might ultimately provide some new avenue for release.

That conversation was on a Monday. I complied, looking on it as a personal challenge of self-discipline. On Lauren's advice, I tried to channel that energy into my chores and explorations. That week I visited all of the city and university's museums and galleries, mowed the lawn and edged it for the first time and did a deep clean on every room. I also got a lot of course reading done.

By Friday afternoon when Lauren came home from work, my teenage sex drive had me driving fast and furious. My erections were almost constant. Because Lauren was new, her shifts still were variable, sometimes nights, sometimes days, and always stressful. She worked in an ICU. Although tired, she looked tense and told me she was going to go shower.

That's when I had my first truly sexual thoughts about her. I was so horned up I couldn't help it. Only in her late 20s, Lauren had a great figure. At five foot six, she had nice round curves which made her wider and her ass full, yet she wasn't fat. I was longing to see her naked breasts.

Nevertheless, I was immersed in a video game, finishing up a level when she startled me by asking if I could pause my game. A minute later, I was done with the level and did. I turned my head and Lauren was standing there in her red robe, holding two towels, two bottles of lube and two boxes of tissues. The towels were d****d over one arm and her hands were full with the rest.

"I think we both need to unwind," she said as she handed me one of each.

Lauren smiled at me, and then let her robe drop behind her onto the wingback chair. She laughed at my open mouthed reaction and playfully said, "Ta-da!"

She let me stare. Her tits were had the roundness and almost the firmness of canteloupes, somewhere between large g****fruit and honeydew. They were crowned by rosy red, clearly defined and now erect nipples. I could see all of her wonderful curves clearly, unencumbered by baggy nurse scrubs. Between her legs was a thick but carefully trimmed dark bush. I was mesmerized.

Lauren sat on her robe, and then d****d her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide.

Despite my growing erection, I protested.

"Lauren, you're my sister. We can't do this."

She looked at me with her most serious expression and said, "David, we both need this. You're a virgin and need to learn about women. I think it would make you relax around them. It turned me on seeing you masturbate. I think about it every day and I want you to see me, too. It'll be educational." She paused and her face took on an almost cruel but delighted look, "Oh, and David, your cock is NEVER penetrating me anywhere EVER. We're just going to do together what we've been doing separately for a long time."

Lauren dug in a pocket of her robe and pulled out a cock shaped, realistic looing vibrator and a smaller silver bullet vibrator and then started applying lube to both.

"You start, bro," she smiled wickedly.

I sat down, lubed up and started stroking. Of course, my eyes were riveted on her as she told me that I probably had seen everything a woman has in the porn I watched, but she was going to give me some real lessons in female sexuality. Lauren started telling me the Latin names and the slang terms both. That actually seemed to turn her on as she worked the small bullet over her "labia majora" and "labia minora." Once she finished the anatomy lesson, there were only the wet sounds of lube and masturbation, the buzz of her vibe and our heavy breathing.

Not meaning to, I loudly whispered, "Your pussy is beautiful."

Lauren smiled a thank-you and said, "Your cock is, too. It's so much longer than Ted's and so thick. Don't let it come before I tell you though. I'm going to show you something. Have you heard of edging, David?"

I shook my head no.

"It means stopping short of an orgasm, taking a time out and then starting again when things have cooled off enough. It takes discipline, but I think you'll like it. Besides, I want us to cum together."

This turned me on so much that less than a minute later I had to stop.

"Good boy. That makes mama proud of you."

That was new. She never had called herself 'mama' or asked me to call her that.

Lauren stopped, too. We both took a moment to catch our breath.

"What was Ted's cock like?" I asked.

"Why are you interested in Ted's cock?" she teased back.

Before I could get verbally defensive, Lauren waved me off.

"It's a fair question. I compared yours to his."

She went on to describe it has just a little over five inches and uncut. In her opinion, it was the perfect size for anal sex but not for fucking.

"Even a below average cock can feel big in the butt, just as long as it's long enough to penetrate," Lauren explained. "And I did love sucking him. It was easy to swallow it all, and it was hot putting my tongue in his foreskin and playing with it."

I groaned in response and my cock visibly twitched.

Lauren laughed. "Did that turn you on? The idea of sucking Ted's cock or of being sucked by me?"

"I don't think about sucking cock."

Lauren said, "I don't believe you. I bet it has a least crossed your mind and you've considered it, even if you haven't fantasized about it."

I tacitly agreed but didn't say anything.

"I like girls. Debbie and I used to lick each other when we were between boyfriends."

"What?!" Debbie was her best friend back in Texas, and she was very much the image of the straight, conservative, Southern Baptist girl. "Debbie licks pussy?"

"She not only licks it. I think she likes it more than I do, and I like it a lot."

"Oh, that's hot," I moaned. "Can I start again?"

Lauren and I both shut up and started playing again. I was quickly getting comfortable with our arrangement, and the conversation had heated us up again.

I guess the bullet vibe had done its work, and I noticed Lauren switch to the penis vibe, which she lubed up and began working on the outside of her pussy before she began short thrusts of it into her cunt. Her scent grew stronger and I vividly remember how intoxicating the smell was in the midst of my own masturbating and high libido.

Again, we were quiet except for the buzz of the vibe, the wet sounds of sex and our occasional moans and groans. Lauren called for another break within moments.

"What were you thinking of?" she asked.

"I was thinking of sucking another guy's cock," I confessed.

"Oh, my God, really?"

"Well, you put the idea in my head."

"I would love to see you suck a cock. I've always wanted to see two young guys do it."

"What were you thinking of?" I asked in turn.

"I was thinking about hearing mom go down on Miss Alice."

"What the fuck! You're k**ding!"

Lauren went on to describe how when I was four she came home early from school. They had to dismiss classes because of a massive plumbing problem. The big sewer line had backed up into all the bathrooms. So, she said it was about 1:30 p.m. when she entered the house and heard noises from our parents' bedroom. I was down for my afternoon nap and so our mother could hear me, she had cracked the door. Lauren couldn't see much but she could clearly hear Miss Alice, a woman a little older than mom and a town fixture, calling mom names and making her lick Alice's ass. Lauren said she started to intervene until she realized mom was into it. Our mother clearly enjoyed the submissive role sexually, although she was no doormat outside of the bedroom.

While shocking, this story turned us both on immensely. We both started stroking and rubbing ourselves again, but this time the conversation continued.

"Yeah, I think mom and dad were swingers, too."

"Get the fuck out."

Lauren said there were little clues like lots of double dating and vague hints here and there. The biggest giveaway was a stash of videos and scrapbooks of their swinging, swapping with other couples and even group sex. That's when Lauren knew for sure.

I told her I wanted to look at them, and she agreed we could look at them together sometime.

As we both were getting worked up again, Lauren asked, "Do you love me, David?"

"Of course, I love you, Lauren."

"Would you do anything for me?"

For some reason, this question may me very horny and I gasped a heartfelt yes.

"Would you suck a big, juicy cock for me?"

I moaned a yes, and Lauren's jerk and screamed out in a powerful orgasm, the penis vibe was buried deep as she worked the bullet near her clit. She uttered multiple "Oh ... Oh ... Oh" noises.

"Cum for me, David. Cum for mama."

That pushed me over the edge and my cock started shooting long, thick ropes of cum. The edging had work, most of it landing on the towel or my belly. It took several minutes for the both of us to come down from our orgasmic highs. Lauren calmed herself first, and then came over to sit next to me.

She scooped up a good part of my load on her fingers and held them up to my mouth.

"Eat your cum," she said with real steel in her voice.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and she proceeded to wipe the cum onto it like it was a towel.

"Swallow," she ordered and I complied.

I was getting used to the salty, slightly bitter taste. Little did I know that the day was not far off when I would crave it.

"That was so hot. They may be the best orgasm I have had in more than a year. Wow. We're going to keep doing this, David, if it's not doing a number on your head to jerk off in front of your sister."

I told her it wasn't and I was eager to continue, too.

"Good, now go get cleaned up and come back here. I have a surprise for you."

Intrigued, but really too blissed out to speculate, I took a quick shower and returned to the big room naked.

Lauren was texting or playing a game on her phone when I came back, but there was now something on the couch at her side covered in one of the towels.

She called me over and had me stand in front of her. Lauren examined my cock and balls.

"Good, you're dry," she said looking up at me. "Oh, and David, you have a great looking dick."

Lauren reached under the towel and brought out a contraption I had never seen before that was made of shiny metal.

Lauren looked up at me again and explained.

"This is a male chastity device, David. I'm going to put it on you, and I will be your keyholder. You're going to be giving me control over your orgasms, and this device will help me to train you to control them yourself. A man who can control his orgasm can be a great lover and when you find a girl you like I want you to be able to really impress her in the bedroom. Do you agree?"

I told her I had a lot of questions about hygiene, showers and how often I would be allowed to cum. She answered them and asked again if I would agree to wear the device. I said I would. Maybe I was a pervert after all because both flirting with i****t with my sister and the idea of her controlling my cock turned me on. Maybe I was more like Mom, despite being male. Lauren explained she had taken my measurements so she could order a chastity device custom made. The cock cage went on my flaccid penis very easily, then the scrotal ring that my balls went through fit snugly behind them and it all locked in place.

"This is so hot, David," she said. "Thank you for sacrificing your orgasms. Now, I may tease and torture you a bit from time to time, OK?"

I nodded a little apprehensively.

"God, I never knew you'd be so submissive and sweet about this, David. You've made mama very happy."

I smiled at her.

What surprised me the most about the chastity device and wearing it was how much hornier it made me, especially the first several days. The sensation of having my cock locked up in it, the feel of the device, made me constantly aware of my cock. As horny a teenager as I was, even I have moments watching a movie, playing a game or doing almost anything non-sexual when I am not as aware. That was gone.

It was tough at first, but with Lauren's help and some lessons in meditation and sexual self-denial that I found online, I was able to channel that sexual energy into reading and other tasks. Within that first week, any unfinished business with the house was done. The two rooms that needed painting were painted. All of the leftover unpacking was completed, and on and on.

Friday nights were my free times. Lauren would come home from work. She'd take a shower and unlock me and we would play "show and tell" for an hour or more. Edging was still included.

Spring quickly faded into summer. It got hotter, and most of my daily chores I could take care of in an hour or two, so I started exploring the city more. Central City is pretty big, so there's lots to see.

I think it was sometime in mid-June when Lauren came home from work on a Friday and things changed a little.

"I want you to start helping me with showers and baths, especially on Fridays, David. Is that OK? I may have you help me get dressed and brush my hair sometimes, too."

I said I would be glad to. She smiled at me, stroked my cheek and looked into my eyes.

"You are SO sweet. You are going to make some woman ecstatic some day."

I smiled back.

This became our routine. I would loofa her back and even shampoo her hair. Eventually, I was tasked with helping her trim her bush and shave her legs. I loved it. She was ten years older than me but still so sexy and beautiful. Although I had loved my sister from the very beginning of my life, I began to worry that I was falling in love with her.

Once I had dried her off, Lauren unlocked me and put the device on the bathroom counter. She told me to get a quick shower and minimize any touching of my cock.

As I was drying off, Lauren yelled for me to come down to the Family Room when I was ready. A couple of minutes later, I was and bounded down the stairs to get there.

In the interim, Lauren had started streaming some porn video from my laptop to the five-footer. I probably looked surprised.

"Don't get me wrong, baby bro," Lauren said. "I still LOVE what we do down here, but I thought I'd mix things up a bit."

It also was then that I noticed a large shopping bag next to the wingback chair that had the Kinkster logo on the side. I'd been tempted to go into that store on one of my exploratory wanderings but I hadn't worked up the nerve yet.

"God, I so need this. It has been a long week."

The hospital had finally given Lauren a set shift 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., and she had just finished four days of 12-hour shifts. The good news is she would have the next four days off.

Almost abruptly, Lauren plopped herself in what was becoming her favorite chair. She was spending more and more time downstairs and even liked it for reading and watching TV. Despite her declared desire for variety, she started with the bullet again.

I took the couch, sitting on my towel and alternated between watching her and the porn as I stroked.

Lauren's lessons in chastity and edging had convinced me that the best orgasms were the ones you have to wait for. At 18, mine still were volcanic.

Two women were on the screen now, one was clearly the dominant butch and she was making her younger secretary lick her pussy and ass. That was turning me on immensely.

"Stop," she said, leaning over to the laptop.

Lauren and I didn't even talk sex as much during breaks any more. For now, we seemed to have exhausted that topic. We talked about her day at work and my day around the house and the city. Soon, we were back at it. She switched the video feed and stumbled on to a page of girls making guys eat them out.

"Oh, wow," she said as she leaned back to start working her quim with the penis vibe.

Soon, we were both moaning and panting and working ourselves up again. Within minutes, we were reading for another pause.

"You can cum on this third round," Lauren said. "I think I'm close, too."

We joked about the porn and made fun of it, although we still were excited by it. Honestly, Lauren's sense of humor about sex had probably taken as much of the pressure off it in my mind. My virgin brain for a long time had made it into this symbolic, psychological threshold rather than a simple need or drive like appetite. Of course, that comparison isn't entirely accurate, but hopefully you understand what I'm saying.

Anyway, pent up for a week, full of male libido and desperately horny, it didn't take me long again to reach a climax. Lauren had taught me to sync my arousal to hers. It had taken weeks, but I was increasingly confident that when I got a girlfriend I could at least get close to doing the same so I didn't cum too early.

I spewed a big load, as usual. Lauren often joked that with so much semen I was probably going to make a baby the first time I fucked a girl. I wiped up, threw the tissues on the towel as Lauren cursed and stopped in apparent frustration.

She was almost in tears and that upset me.

"I'm so tired, but I am so horny, too," she complained.

Her feet were on the floor, her legs wide and she was slouched in the chair. Her hands and arms were d****d over the arms of the chair in defeat.

I didn't even think about it. I walked over to a spot between her legs and dropped to my knees. I'm not sure where the words I said even came from. I had been pondering questions of gender, sex and power over the last few weeks, but to this day, I puzzle over where my spoken words came from.

"I love you, Lauren. You've taught me so much already. Thank you for making your brother into your bitch. Teach me more, please. I want to lick you, Lauren. I want to really worship that pussy I have stared at for so long. You deserve this."

Lauren didn't say a word. She didn't have to. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly stood in front of the chair, spread her legs in a wide stance, looked down at me and with love pouring from her face, grabbed the back of my head and guided my face and mouth between her legs.

To this day, I wonder what it looked like: Lauren there standing with her legs wide and arms akimbo, me kneeling low, face up worshipfully. At that moment, I felt my will and sense of self leave me and I became a part of her.

I would love to go into exquisite detail, but what happened between us was primal, almost a****listic. The details are lost to me. I licked slowly at first, my first taste of pussy, any pussy. My licks were wide, slow and wet. Her taste was intoxicating. I was hooked for good, for life. From then on, I have been a pussy addict. Lauren gasped and emitted moans that bordered on whimpers. She didn't guide me that first time and I'm not sure I would have been able to even understand spoken words I was so besotted with lust. I licked and fed between her legs intuitively, following naturally but without thought of her reactions and slight movements.

My own cock had recovered. It had never been harder and it was even felt bigger than normal. Tentatively I stroked as I licked. That seemed to break the spell, at least for a moment. Somehow, Lauren had noticed.

She pushed my face away, and then slapped me with her right hand across the face. I was stunned, and then she slapped me again with her left. It was the only time she ever hit me, but what shocked me most was that I almost came the second time she slapped at my face.

"Concentrate only on me," Lauren said, finally speaking. "In fact, let's make this easy. Just stick out your tongue, keep it out."

I did.

Lauren proceeded to use me like human dildo or vibe. She started grinding her wet cunt on my chin and tongue, setting her own pace and seeming to get off as much on her dominance as the sensations themselves. My face was a sloppy mess, oiled and slick with her juices.

"Mama's going to use her boy for her pleasure. If you get off again, too, that's a bonus to you, but I don't really care if you do," she gasped and said between breaths.

Her hands were pulling me hard and forcefully into her cunt and crotch.

It wasn't long before she came powerfully and with a loud cry. Lauren didn't squirt but she did wet my face even more when she did. I was panting for air when she released me and collapsed back into the big, wingback chair.

No words were exchanged, but after a minute or two we were both calming down. My erection softened slightly but still was very much there and obvious. Lauren reached down into the all but forgotten shopping bag and pulled out a box of something.

It was the latest cutting edge male masturbator, one of those devices with a silicone reproduction of a vagina that vibrates and grabs. Next, she unopened the box, pulled out the cylindrical device, plugged it in and then handed it to me along with a tube of lube and a smile.

"I hope you like it. I know I'll enjoy watching you with it. I'll never give you my pussy, David, but I decided there are other ways we can get you some practice."

I lubed up my cock, which caused it to get fully hard again. The heating element in the SmartPussy already had warmed it up. It was an amazing feeling as I sunk my cock into the silicone. I audibly groaned and felt my cock get even harder.

That's when Lauren's phone rang. By then she was leaning back casually in her chair and watching me. I was surprised when she answered it and even more surprised when she said, "Hi, Debbie... Oh nothing, I just bought the BoyToy a fake cunt and now I'm watching him fuck it."

I groaned at the humiliation and a little alarmed at the disclosure. That concern must have been visible on my face because Lauren made an excuse and then momentarily muted the phone to explain Debbie knew Lauren had a young lover but didn't know it was me.

I nodded my understanding then as my anxiety ebbed, mentally I fell completely into what I was doing. For more than a minute, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, Lauren was standing near me with the phone on speaker mode. She wanted Debbie to hear the wet sounds and my moans.

Still on speaker, she stepped back and ordered me to cum.

"Cum for mama, pussyboy," she said. "Cum in the cunt so you can eat your cream pie."

Debbie must have been playing with herself because I heard her moan back.

That and the strength of resolve in Lauren's voice made me want to please them both. I came, filling the fake pussy with rope after rope of my load.

When I was done and coming down, Lauren removed the insert from the metal cylinder, grabbed it tight from the base and began moving her clenched grip down the length of the silicone. She ordered me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

As the first drops hit my tongue, I could only vaguely taste lube, most of that adhered to the walls of the silicone pussy. Lauren described the scene to Debbie, then ordered me to "swallow that seed, cumslut." I did and Debbie audibly climaxed as Lauren described it.

Lauren made her apologies to Debbie and told her she had to go.

She tossed the toys aside, looked down on my, stroked my cheek and said, "Good boy. Sweet boy." There was so much love in her eyes that I teared up.

Lauren told me to clean up, and then make us both dinner. I did.

More time slid by and soon we were well into July when the next major development occurred. I had continued in chastity and our Friday sessions stayed on track, except now I was expected and enjoyed the use of the SmartPussy. I discovered all of its controls for heating, modes of vibration and grip. Lauren continued to feed me my cum, sometimes letting it splash on my face and closed mouth.

As time progressed, Lauren became more sadistic, and I became, thankfully, more masochistic. She never did so outside of our sex sessions, but she consistently began belittling me verbally when we played. I may have been taken aback at first but I pretty quickly got into it. Increasingly I felt she was using me as her plaything as much as she was teaching me.

After that first initial experience of cunnilingus, Lauren became more diligent about teaching me to eat pussy proficiently. She always emphasized that all women are different and that I should always pay attention to how they react and respond accordingly. Lauren taught me not to focus exclusively on the clit but all of a woman's pussy, to find the secret spot usually near the clit but not on the clit that would get her off. She called it the 'secret button.'

Also that July, I was invited to a social media page for the incoming class at BUCCA. Building student-to-student connections was something the university encouraged because it helped with retention. I made some personal connections pretty quickly, especially with a group of sci-fi/comic book geeks. It was early July when Adrianne, one of my new friends, took the initiative and suggested a casual, real-life meet up at a pizza place.

All of us were roughly the same age, 18-22, with Adrianne being the oldest. She was petite with an almost elfin quality to her, and her style was a blend of tomboy geek girl and retro goth that drew me in. I've always had a thing for bohemian women.

Adrianne and I both had been drinking, and I guess that made me a little reckless because we were so into making out in the narrow hallway between the dining area and the restrooms that I momentarily forgot about keeping her away from my device.

Her hand brushed my caged dick, and she almost jumped she was so startled.

"What the fuck is that?!"

Fortunately, no one was close enough to hear her. I shushed her, which seemed to annoy her and provoke her to aggressively grab my crotch.

"Oh, my God," Adrianne whispered. "Is that a chastity device? Really?... I've heard about these but I've never seen one in real life."

Of course, I was mortified and crimson red.

"Show me," she said.

I guess I should have been relieved she wasn't repulsed or freaked out enough to make a scene, but I told her I couldn't without permission.

Her mouth was agape and she stared at me in confusion, then the lights went on again.

"You have a keyholder?"

I sheepishly nodded yes. I asked her if she wanted me to text my keyholder and ask.

"OK, we need to talk, but let's go outside to my van."

No one was around, and it was cooler outside her van than inside.

I proceeded to summarize my summer, leaving out the fact that my keyholder was my sister. I said she was my roommate, and we shared a house together. By the time I had finished, Lauren had answered.

Lauren wrote: "No, you are not to show her your device or big dirty cock unless I am present. However, you must tell her that you must do whatever else she wants between now and dawn, provided it is between the two of you and isn't i*****l. I have to get back to work now. Have fun. --L."

I showed it to Adrianne, and she beamed, "Disappointing on the first part, but what a fun consolation prize."

Some inebriated students interrupted us with shouting as they headed toward their car with their designated driver.

"Let's get out of here," Adrianne said.

I got in the van with her, and she drove us away. Both of us were excited now and my cock was pushing at the inside of the cage. Adrianne eliminated a couple of places we passed before she finally settled on the loading dock of a now vacant Sears. We were completely alone. She opened the moonroof and a gentle, cool breeze gradually made the van interior more comfortable.

"Hmm, so you can't show me the cage. I respect that, but do you have underwear over it?"

I told her I did, boxer briefs.

"Good, then take off everything else."

I stripped while she removed her shirt and bra. Her breasts were beautiful, not huge but firm and high with small areolas and long nipples. I was mesmerized. She complimented me on my physique, and then sat down on the beat up sofa she had in the back of the van where we had moved from the front.

"Sit next to me," she said.

I complied, and Adrianne reached over and caressed my face.

"Such a pretty boy," she smiled. "Suck on my tits, baby."

I lowered my face, gently kissed and licked the skin of her left breast and then moved on to suckle on her left nipple. Adrianne sighed with pleasure. I then realized I had never sucked Lauren's tits, and oddly, I had never asked to.

"Good boy," she said breathily. "Nice tongue. Do the other one now." I switched to the other nipple, using my tongue to tease and lick and my lips and mouth to gently suck. Lauren held my head and directed me in a very maternal way.

With her hands she directed me back to the left nipple and told me to lightly use my teeth. I did.

"It's so hot you have a keyholder, and that she controls your dick. I'm a kinky bitch, too, David. I'm so grateful she loaned you to me tonight."

"Shit," she cursed in frustrated lust. Adrianne quickly rose and stripped completely, then leaned with her hands out against the inner wall of the van. "Get down there and lick my ass, slut."

I kneeled on her pile of clothes and buried my face between the cheeks of her butt. She was pretty clean, thankfully. I tongue-bathed the crack of her ass, and then teased her asshole with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, God, she sure has trained your tongue well. That's incredible," she cooed. "You're a dirty asslicker, aren't you, David?" I mumbled a yes. By then, I was immersed in the musky cleft between her ass cheeks, wallowing in her and licking. The humiliation of it was deepened by the thought of how my sister had just casually ordered me to serve Lauren, like a whore. It turned me on immensely as my tongue circle and traveled deeper into her. I noticed Adrianne had begun fingering herself and moaning.

To this day, I am not sure what motivated me to do what I did. Maybe I was a little mad about what Lauren done, despite being turned on. Maybe it was some self-destructive impulse that was a part of newly discovered submissive side. Whatever the cause, it was extremely risky and badly timed. It very easily could have backfired in a hundred different ways, all of them catastrophic.

I lifted my head and withdrew my tongue as Adrianne kept masturbating. I said, "Lauren, my keyholder, is my sister."

That pushed Adrianne over the edge. I felt her jerk and cry out in orgasm.

"Oh! ... Oh! ... Ooooohhh," she said with diminishing volume, the last utterance being more of a sigh. Adrianne was gasping for breath and she turned around and looked down at me.

I saw a mix of confusion, sexual release, curiosity and more all at once. But, I didn't see revulsion. Instead, I saw immediate acceptance.

"Your ... your sister?"

Briefly, I toyed with the idea of pretending it was a fantasy of mine that I was playing out, but instead, I nodded.

What ensued was a discussion of the parameters of my relationship with Lauren. I was honest and clear. I mentioned everything except the cunnilingus. As far as Adrianne knew after my confession, my sister and I had no sexual contact. It was all voyeuristic kink and power games.

Instead of being repulsed, Adrianne was intrigued. She even half jokingly praised Lauren's "fearless approach to sex education."

Once the discussion had wound down, both of us dressed and cleaned ourselves up. We drove mostly in silence and I got on my phone. Sure enough, there was a message from Lauren asking how it went and I gave her an honest synopsis, including my confession. My sister was upset at first at my indiscretion but calmed down once I explained Adrianne's reaction and her curiosity.

"Jesus, this has made me horny as fuck," Lauren typed.

Although Adrianne had no idea I was texting my sister or what we were communicating about, she must have felt the same way because she said, "Goddamn, I'm still wet and horny. I sure wish I could jump your bones right now, bitch boi." She laughed with a tone of frustrated regret but understanding. "I guess it's me and Mr. Rabbit after I drop you off."

There was a lull of a couple of minutes in our texting when Lauren texted those momentous words.

"Do you want to lose your v-card tonight, David?" I was shocked.

"Really? Are you serious or are you teasing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she returned and paused. "Seriously, if Adrianne wants to fuck, you two can, but I have to be allowed to watch. Ask her and tell me how she reacts and what she says. If you don't fuck this up, then you might get to fuck, bitch." She added a wink emoji.

This seemed like such a big development for such a casual attitude. That caused a temporary hit to my self-esteem while simultaneously enflaming my still simmering libido.

I didn't know anyway to get the words past my lips, but I stammered the following: "Uh ... uh ... Lauren said you could fuck me if she gets to watch." Adrianne kept her eyes on the road but ventured a couple of quick glances in my direction. "She said you could be the one who takes my virginity."

"Whoa, whoa!" she said, and then asked me to repeat what I had said. I did.

She pulled the van into the parking lot of a closed doughnut shop.

"Wait, you're a virgin?" Now she was looking directly at me, and her stare made me nervous. I thought, "Shit, I've already blown it. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I nodded a timid yes.

Suddenly, there was a softening in her expression, a compassion I hadn't sensed in her before.

Adrianne reached out and caressed my left cheek.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me, babe?"

I nodded yes again, but this time with more enthusiasm.

"That is so fucking hot," she whispered, moved her hand to the back of my neck then drew my mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with a passion that made me feel penetrated and submissive. My cock was like blue steel, and I felt a hunger from her kisses that was powerfully erotic. There was such strength in her lust.

After two or three minutes of necking and her pulling me tighter to her, she broke off our embrace.

"OK, we're going to get to your house real quick," she said with a laugh and put the car in gear.

Our conversation restarted with a renewed interest in the directions first, then questions about Lauren and how the rest of the evening might proceed, what she should expect. I told her my guesses.

We both arrived in the driveway excited with expectations. With my key, I led us in the front door and after covering the few feet of the entryway, I called out to Lauren. She answered with a simple, "Here!" clearly indicating the downstairs family room. Adrianne quietly followed me down.

Lauren projected her usual confidence, gave Adrianne her hand then went in for a hug.

"Wow, David brought home a looker."

Adrianne laughed and blushed slightly.

Adrianne and I seated ourselves on the couch and Lauren went back to her seat opposite.

Adrianne asked if she could ask some questions, basically she wanted to confirm my account of things, which didn't offend me. In fact, I was curious to see if Lauren would deny anything or at least give us her true take on things. She could be mysterious as to her motivations and thoughts sometimes. Lauren didn't deny anything, but I think she noticed I had omitted the cunnilingus because when Adrianne said she had no more questions, Lauren gave me a wry smile.

Adrianne said, "This is so hot and kinky."

"It doesn't creep you out that we are brother and sister?" Lauren asked.

"No, it's hot, and it's not like you're fucking. Maybe a lot of people would condemn it, but I think it's so cool how you taught him." She grinned and added, "And, I hope to take advantage of his training."

Lauren grinned back, "OK, then maybe we should all get naked."

I was still taking off my shoes by the time Lauren was naked. She walked over to me and silently waited while I got the rest off. Next, she reached over, took me cock and the device in her hand and unlocked me. She took off the device and put all of it on an end table.

"May I?" Adrianne asked.

"Go right ahead. Do what you want with him, anything you want. I'm just here to enjoy the show."

Lauren said down in her usual chair again, threw one leg over the arm of the chair and settled in to masturbate and play the voyeur.

Adrianne gently took my cock in her hand, already growing fatter and longer.

"God, that's a nice cock," she said. I blushed.

Lauren said, "Isn't it though."

"I've got to taste it."

Adrianne dropped to her knees and proceeded to lick my cock, running her tongue up its length and down to my balls. She buried her face in the still loose skin of my sac and proceeded to suck and play with them in her mouth. Of course, her oral ministrations finished the deal. I was as hard as blue steel. Adrianne took the head of my cock in her mouth and licked off the precum, moaning as she did. She put a few inches in her mouth and just suckled at it, driving me crazy.

I glanced over at Lauren, and she was diddling herself as she watched. She looked at me with a measure of both lust and sisterly love. When we made eye contact, she spoke.

"Lie down on the couch, David," Lauren directed.

My cock pulled out of Adrianne's mouth with a pop and she sighed in frustration. I was face up on the couch with my cock almost airborne it was so stiff and eager to soar when Adrianne wordlessly moved into position on top of me. I looked up into her eyes as she peered down into mine. This was it. I was going to lose my cherry, and I had never been more eager.

As I watched, Adrianne lowered herself, and I watched as my cockhead then shaft were enveloped by her warm, buttery cunt. I love all kinds of sex, but for a man, there is little in life that's ultimately as satisfying as that. We're wired that way, I think. Even today, I can recall every inch of that experience.

I heard Lauren cry out and watched her legs jerk as she came powerfully. Within a minute or two, Adrianne was resting with my cock completely inside her, stretching her. Her eyes were closed and like me she seemed to be savoring the moment. I could feel my dick pulse inside her, and I was so aroused that I was grateful for her stillness. I wanted to make this last. In fact, that had been a major goal of all my sister-directed training, orgasm control. The cage, fleshlight, all of it had been preparation for my first fuck.

The room was pervaded with the smells of sex and sweat. Lauren still was coming down from her big cum. The breathing of all of us was audible as Adrianne began pulsing back at my cock with little squeezes of her vaginal muscles. It was exquisite torture, but I held on as after a couple of minutes, she added a slight rocking motion to her squeezes.

"How does that feel, David?"

I could only groan my response. I was barely capable of words anyway.

Then, the rocking became small pussy thrusts up and down, less than an inch at first. Unexpectedly, Adrianne stopped and I saw her shudder in a mini-orgasm. She seemed surprised by it, too. Then, slowly, she resumed. My groans and moans grew in volume and frequency. The sensations were so wonderful. My hands rested on her knees and thighs. Soon, Adrianne was drawing the head of my cock to just inside her and then plunging down the length. She was working us both up to it. The friction and heat of our bodies was something unforgettable. Perspiration trickled off us despite the air conditioning, and then, finally, we were there. Both of us practically shouted primal cries of release as my seed spilled into her pussy and a second later she shook with waves of orgasm.

Panting, Adrianne collapsed onto me, burying her face in my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, my softening cock still in her hot pussy.

When she thought she had waited long enough, we were snapped out of our reverie by applause from Lauren.

She laughed a throaty laugh and said, "Congratulations, brother. You're no longer a virgin."

Both Adrianne and I laughed, too, and Adrianne and I both sat up right on the couch, continuing to collect ourselves.

Lauren stood up and walked over to Adrianne.

"I want to thank you," she said. As Adrianne attempted to return the thanks, she cut herself off. Lauren had sunk to her knees in front of her, put her hands on Adrianne's thighs and parted them. Gently, she dove in and began licking up the creampie. She was eating my cum, her brother's seed, from the cunt of the woman who had just taken my virginity. This clearly surprised Adrianne, but she moaned at the sensation. Lauren lightly whimpered in pussy lust, licking deeper and deeper, getting every last drop of my copious load. As I went to my bathroom to clean up, I heard her gasp with a mini-orgasm much like, from the sound of it, the small one while we were fucking.

Adrianne and I were a close couple for much of our time in school, breaking up early in our last year. For almost three years, she lived with Lauren and me in the house. As warned, Lauren and I never had penetrative sex, but she was a big part of our sex life as a couple, Adrianne and me. Eventually, we all looked at the swinger stuff Mom and Dad had left behind, and I eventually fulfilled Lauren's wish to see me suck a dick. Actually, that was fulfilled multiple times over.

Those are tales for another time, though.

After we split, Adrianne and I both would end up dating other people, but several years after that first time and after our career paths in the food biz were steadily under way, we started seeing each other again and eventually married.