Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2023 05:38:53 +0000 From: Fantasins Subject: You've Got Male - Chapter Two WARNING/INTRO - READ FIRST: All sexual scenarios in my writing are 100% consensual. You can expect hetero, bisexual, homosexual, trans, and adult/minor characters/sexual situations. Some scenes will be rooted in sex, whereas others - while sexual in nature - will have more narration expressing some characters' mental/emotional journey. Some chapters will have less or more dialogue than others. There will also be occasional alternate perspectives from the viewpoint of other characters to build a more fleshed-out world around our fictional narrator. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of Fiction. No part of this work is intended to promote, condone, or encourage any actions that violate any laws or the personal rights, sovereignty, consent, or safety of any other persons for any reason. Considering the themes mentioned above, Do NOT continue if you are upset/offended by or it is illegal for you to read the following fiction. FEEDBACK: Thank you everyone! I have greatly enjoyed reading your comments and feedback on Chapter One. Your messages have been incredibly kind, and - at times - very sexy. Comments and inspiration can be sent directly to me at fantasins@proton.me IMPORTANT!! PLEASE CONSIDER DONATING: Nifty is run by a very small team and relies on your donations to keep thriving. Please consider a donation for their time and hard work! DONATE HERE: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ENJOY! You've Got Male - by Fantasins Chapter Two RECAP OF CHAPTER ONE: It's August of 1997 and our 12-year-old narrator has recently acquired access to internet porn after his first night home alone with an internet connection. His parents are on a date and his 15-year-old sister, Annie, is away for a weekend sleep-over at her friend, Sarah's. He has spent the evening at the screen tugging away at his young cock and begins to realize he's not as straight as he thought he was. He saves a small collection of porn to a disk to show his friend Josh. He also takes a polaroid of himself covered in his first porn-aided orgasm. A small trophy for himself. Both are then hidden in his walk-in closet. Not long after, his parents come home from their date and head straight for the bedroom where our narrator listens to the sounds of his parents fucking, and shoots off one last load before falling asleep in the living room... Later that night... It was still dark when I opened my eyes and felt movement coming from the far end of the couch. It must have still been early in the morning because the sun hadn't come up yet. My eyes searched the dark as I felt the weight shift across from me, I felt a bare foot slowly running up and down my leg. I sat up to lean closer when I felt a finger lightly pressing against my lips in a hushing gesture. Struggling to wake up, my eyes began to focus on a familiar shape. It was the shape of my 15-year-old sister, Annie. And as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I found to my shock that she was completely naked. "Annie?! What the hell are you do-" I whispered sharply, but was interrupted as her finger pressed against my mouth again. "Keep quiet," she shushed back. Though I was barely hearing her as my mind struggled to catch up. She sat sitting cross-legged without a stitch of clothing. Her skin was so pure it seemed to glow in comparison to the dark surrounding us- "You don't want to wake Mom and Dad, do you?" She had me there. Of course, I didn't. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "Okay, so what happens now?" I asked. Her pouty lips grew into a satisfied smirk. "Now," she said, pushing me down on my back, "you just sit back and enjoy the show." She laid back across from me, with one leg up on the back of the couch, and the other leg dangling off the edge. She placed each hand on one of her knees and dragged her nails up her thighs, slowly moving inward towards her beautiful, fat cock. "Daddy and Mommy said it was time to show you all the fun things I want to do with you." My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I sat up and reached for her face to bring her in for a kiss. She took my hand and brought it down to her thick tool. It was rock-hard and slick with her precum, and soooo warm to the touch. I locked eyes with her and started stroking her beautiful shaft. That's when I woke up on the couch with my cock in my hand. My new-found fascination for male sex organs was clearly trying to solidify itself in my subconscious. My sister was just that, a sister, with female organs. It was a dream. A pervy, delicious dream. But this was more vivid than any dream I'd had. "Damn it!" I thought to myself. I saw it was light out. I was still on the couch under my comforter, and I could hear my family in the kitchen around the corner. My sister Annie, too, which confused me. She was supposed to be at her friend Sarah's house for the weekend. Hearing her voice must have shaped my dream. My angle from the TV was such that I could see her reflected in it, standing by the kitchen island. The view of her was from the side. She faced into the kitchen, which blocked sight of my parents around the corner. She stood 4'9", about 5 inches shorter than me. She was small for her age, but her body had already developed Very well. She had a petite frame with C-cup breasts, and she showed the beginnings of our mother's inherited curves. She had black, straight, shoulder-length hair, and dark brown eyes. I could make out that she was wearing cut-off jean shorts, and an over-sized shirt. Over-sized as in probably mine. She always looked adorable in my shirts though. I wore a medium, which made it at least two sizes too big, even with her tits filling in the chest. Her natural scent was feminine with a subtle, teenage musk which drove me crazy anytime I got one of my shirts back from her. I'd started using her scent on my shirts and her used panties to masturbate some time ago. I'd sniff them while I stroked myself, and came in them every chance I got, before returning them to the hamper, delighted in what I'd been getting away with. Still though, I was curious as to why she was home. It didn't take long for me to find out. "It wasn't my fault," Annie protested to our parents, "Honest! I mean, yeah, okay, fine. I was the one that suggested to Sarah that we invite Daniel and Cody over to Sarah's this weekend. But I assumed she'd ask her mom first. And I never thought she'd invite them over in the middle of the night." "Relax, Babygirl," my dad interjected, calling her by her pet-name only he ever called her, "we believe you. Don't we, Teri?" he said, speaking to my mom. "Well of course we do, Chris," chuckled Mom. "We know you're an intelligent, responsible young woman. Why do you think we didn't grill you about it when her mom brought you home at two o'clock in the morning?" I must have slept through it. I was beyond exhausted after getting off to my parents' lovemaking. And just like that, I was thinking about my parents fucking again, complete with a side view of my sister's perfect ass reflected in the TV. Everyone was busy with their conversation and the kitchen was filled with cooking sounds. Dishes clattering, bacon and sausages sizzling. With my lower half still under the comforter, I started massaging the length of my cock and swirling the tip of my thump over the precum that had already built up. I slid my other hand into my boxers and started pressing back up against my taint and thought about the incredibly sexy dream I just experienced. I stroked myself and imagined it as hers I was playing with. The thought of her hard meat in my hand only made mine throb and pulse harder. I watched her reflection as her ass bounced whenever she'd shift her weight from one teen, curvy leg to another. She had thick, toned thighs and amazing curves all the way down to her perfect feet. I imagined how my dream could have ended and thought about how warm her ass would have been as I slid my shaft into it. I pictured her legs wide for me before I grabbed her ankles, sucking on the same toes she rubbed against me at the beginning of my dream. I brought my dominant hand to my mouth and coated my pointer finger, thumb and the space between them in saliva. My 12-year-old musk rewarded my hungry mouth and I locked the two wet fingers into a tight ring around my head. I ran them back and forth over the rim, with my other hand pressed on the base of my cock. The fact that I was stealth-stroking my cock just feet away from my own family was too good. Add to that What I was thinking about, and I was in semi-exhibitionist heaven. I started imagining all three of them in the room with me, all of us masturbating to each other. As I drew closer to orgasm, I heard Mom say to Annie, "go see if your brother's awake." Shit! I went limp, so to speak, and closed my eyes to look like I was still asleep. "Hey nerd, you up?" Annie began, "We're about to eat," she continued as she approached. I pretended to slowly come to as she got closer to the couch. "Wakey wakey, hands off snakey!" I pretended to wake up slowly and she started poking me with her foot. This wasn't going to help the part of me I needed to go limp in any capacity. "Wake up, it's food!" "Okay, okay, be there in a sec, " I groaned convincingly enough. She turned on her heels and went back to the kitchen. I was going to need a minute to let my raging hard-on go down. Once it did, I stumbled my way from the couch and into the kitchen. I was greeted with three of my favorite faces and grumbled, "Morning family." We all got along pretty well, even Annie and I. This made it so no one got offended when I looked at her and jokingly asked, "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere this weekend?" Annie stuck her tongue out at me, her signature response to anyone giving her a hard time. The girl could effortlessly stick her tongue out just over three inches and my inner perv, loved her for it; even if she had no idea. "Or 'good morning' could have been another way to go," teased Dad. He knew how to read a room, but he never missed an opportunity to remind his son that being a gentleman was always the better choice under any circumstance. Even then, I could understand what mom saw in him beyond his looks, which were still notable. He was wearing black boxers and a white tank top. Mom wore a black bathrobe, loosely covering herself and her cleavage was just Begging to be stared at. Though we were raised to be comfortable with all levels of dress or underdress in the safety of our own home, I had never grown immune to how attractive they were. It wasn't my fault my family happened to be incredibly sexy. "She stole my shirt, you know," I said pointing at Annie. Though in my mind I was pointing specifically at her firm tits. "Didn't even ask. She's a thief and I demand she be punished!" I laughed. "Are you done," mom asked, flashing her gorgeous smile and cocking her head at me. "Okay fine, but really though," I said turning to Annie with what passed for curiosity, "What happened with the weekend at Sarah's?" I moved to the stove to make myself a plate and sat down at the table opposite her, one parent on either side of us. "Ugh, I can't with Sarah anymore," answered Annie, "we ran into a couple boys from school after a movie last night and I asked Sarah if she'd want to have them come hangout This Afternoon as in to-Day. But instead, she invites them to sneak over in the middle of the night!" My parents both just chuckled into their coffee. "Annie," I say, "I'm Twelve, and I know Sarah's trouble." "Oh, be quiet," she snarks back, "you're just jealous because she invited me over for the weekend and you have a crush on her." She wasn't wrong. To be fair however, I was crushing on damn-near everybody these days. "Besides, you're no angel either." Okay, so we were just playing around as far as I knew, but she threw a little more zing into her statement than she would if she was really joking. I doubt my parents noticed though. This was one of those only-a-sibling-can-understand things. Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. It was Josh. We had a standing "Saturdate," as we called it, most weeks. He'd ride his bike over in the morning and we'd hang out most of the weekend. We'd usually just play videogames, watch movies, or whatever my folks we willing to take us to. I didn't have a bike yet, but it was on my wish list for my birthday which was coming up. But I was dying to update Josh on my porn odyssey and the dream I'd just had about Annie and ran to the front door to let in my handsome friend. "We really should just get him his own key," I heard Mom say to Dad from the kitchen. I smiled and silently agreed. I wasn't surprised. Josh had been coming over almost every weekend for a couple of years now, and my family practically saw him as a second son. Plus, I was convinced my sister had a crush on him despite his age being the same as mine. I never teased her about it though, for fear that doing so might blow his shot. He'd mentioned how hot he thought she was several times, and I didn't want to ruin the possibility of a good thing down the road. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all. "What's the password?" I called out through the door. "The password is 'it's 'eff-ing' hot out here, open up!" he replied. I opened the door and was now face to face with my Josh. He stood 5'3", an inch taller than me and had kind but masculine features. A real boy next door type, and my solo adventures over the last 24 hours had me wondering what he his cock looked like more than ever. We performed our secret handshake which prompted Annie to call us dorks. We doubled-down and did it again, this time with Josh beatboxing after as we made our way to the kitchen. "Hey everyone," he looked at Annie and cocked his head. Aren't you supposed to be at Sarah's?" Both my parents and I starting laughing, Mom nearly spit-taking her coffee. Annie cried out, "Ugh!" "Josh, honey, make yourself a plate," said mom. She always fawned over him a bit. One could have almost thought she had a crush on him too. Either way, my dad seemed to pay it no attention. Their marriage was 20-years solid and he wasn't the type to get bent out of shape over an innocent crush, even if it was on her 12-year-old son's best friend. Though that didn't stop Mom from running her foot slowly across my dad's foot under the table, keeping him well-aware of just who she was always most interested in. They often did flirty things like that in front of us. I'd always assumed it was to normalize the idea of affection without making a big deal about it, just as they had with the sex ed book they got me. "Thanks Mrs. N-," Josh began." "Now-now-now, please, Josh. I've told you a hundred times; call me 'Teri' and my husband 'Chris.'" Josh knew this and hadn't forgotten at all. Though he once confessed to me about enjoying situations where Mom would remind him to call her by her first name. He said it gave him a thrill, which at our age, I understood. It felt like being treated as a peer and not a kid. To be honest, I think she either knew or sensed it was something like that but indulged him anyway. She liked feeling coveted and seen. Josh made up a plate as we made room at the table. Once we'd finished breakfast, Josh and I excused ourselves before making our way to my room. We were just about to leave the kitchen when Annie, undetected, winked at me. I cocked an eyebrow, indicating "huh?" but she only smiled her sweetest smile and bit off the tip of her sausage. My dream flashed in my mind's eye again. But in that moment, I simply shrugged it off as something less important than getting Josh alone in that moment. When Josh and I got to my room, I closed the door, fired up the N64 game system and TV, and we took our usual gaming spot. We sat with our backs against the foot of my bed. We sat there for almost ten whole seconds before I started to spill the beans. I told him about the porn I'd found and saved to a disk. Then he heard all the dream I had about Annie having a cock. This of course led to me confessing about beating off to the sound of my parents fucking. We'd shared stuff before, but as he sat there silently, I started to wonder if I should have held back a little. The air in the room felt thick with silence. The kind that makes you hear that high-pitched hum to occupy the absence of noise. And then Josh leaned over and kissed me! And, before I knew it, I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him back hard and passionately...