Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2015 09:02:38 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 12

The lab technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever comments, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 12 – Rectal retaliation


Having escaped the house Andy was revelling in the sensation of wearing the
semen infused clothes, to wear briefs that he had ejaculated in was nothing
new, but this was a disgustingly erotic experience. His cock hadn't really
gone down since being with Adam and was achingly erect, what he really
needed was to be on his own to take stock of his newly self-proclaimed
homosexual status.

Driving down the road he wasn't sure where he was headed until after a
couple of junctions he reached a roundabout and on seeing the familiar
brown and white sign of English Heritage pointing in the direction of
Blaise Manor, he knew that's where he would go. A stately home set in acres
of parkland, it had been donated to the nation and a place he had visited
many times with his parents as boy, although now the attraction was not
playing football on the acres of grass, but the seclusion of large
gravelled carpark.

As he'd correctly guessed there were few people other than dog walkers to
be seen in the park itself and only a handful of cars parked. Choosing an
empty corner where he could reverse up against a tall hedge he turned the
engine off and wiggled his bottom around on the seat, Adam's spunk acting
as the lubricant in his clothes.

After what he had experienced that morning it was inevitable that a hand
was soon pushed down the front of the trousers to massage the head of his
cock. After several furtive glances around he finally plucked up the
courage to nervously lower the zip to expose the briefs so thoroughly
doused in his own semen. The thrill of exposing himself in a public place
added considerably to the excitement and in between checking there was
nobody who could catch sight of what was on display, he allowed himself to
slide lower in the seat. The unmistakable aroma of semen filled the car as
he rather awkwardly tugged the trousers down to his knees whilst seated,
which in turn allowed his erection to escape from the side of the shapeless
briefs, sagging under the excess of semen and hand lotion.

Since there was no shortage of lubricant to help ease the friction as he
set about massaging his reddened member to yet another climax. But then, on
the spur of the moment he stopped, his eyes having fixed on the object
which had been rolling around the passenger footwell for the duration of
the journey. It was with very slippery fingers that he leant down to pick
it up and examine before carefully coating it in the very same mix of semen
and hand lotion.

Sliding down just a couple of inches more allowed his body to overhanging
the edge of the seat, knowing at that point he was sure to have unfettered
access to his bottom. Driven by sheer animal lust, without a thought to the
consequences the briefs were impatiently ripped aside in readiness for what
purported to be a very enjoyable experience. The large pear-shaped, yellow
plastic handle of the Stanley carpenter screwdriver was most
unceremoniously forced past his very unwilling sphincter to where Adam had
been not long before. With the anal muscles still recovering from Adam's
far more gentle probing the experience was by no means destined to be pain
free. Nevertheless the sensation of being filled by such a large, most
unforgiving object whilst violently masturbating was for that moment
something not to missed.

It didn't take long before he managed a minor miracle to produce another
deluge of spunk to streak his clothes and even dribble between his legs,
there to be absorbed by the leather of the seat. Within a couple of minutes
of ejaculating the aftermath of such a strenuous mornings sexual activity
was bound to catch up and now driven by worries of being seen, even in his
exhausted state he knew had to at least pull up his trousers before he
could contemplate resting.

The most immediate priority had to be the removal of the
screwdriver. However, on pulling on it he found that his sphincter, almost
certainly in retaliation for being so badly treated was positively refusing
to let it pass. Of course, unbeknown to him he wasn't the first to become
absolutely panic stricken at the thought of having to face parents with an
immovable foreign object securely implanted in his bottom. Drastic action
was called for to avoid such a humiliating situation, but what action?

Unable to grip the blade firmly enough because of the prevailing coating of
semen he was becoming quite frantic and if that weren't enough, his anal
tract was feeling incredibly painful. Plus as an unwarranted bonus, there
was the very real prospect that he may had seriously injured himself in
some way. All in all, if those fears weren't enough to contend with, there
was also the equally painful revelation that he had so badly abused his
cock he could now barely touch it, let alone confine it in his clothes. In
his present frame of mind it had developed into the nightmare scenario.

In truth, Andy wasn't in so much a state of absolute panic, but as blind
terror. Cursing himself for being so stupid as to force so large the handle
of a screwdriver up his bottom he continued to pull at the slippery blade
as images of his parents taking him to hospital and the subsequent surgical
removal flashed through his mind. It was stuck fast and no amount of
pulling would seem to get it to move at all, the result was that for a few
moments he simply broke down in a flood of tears. Sadly tears and feeling
sorry for himself were, as he soon began to realise not the answer to the
problem, the only real answer was some means of gripping the blade.

It was to be a true eureka moment. How though to get to the car boot and
find the necessary tool with his trousers around his ankles and a large
screwdriver stuck up his bum! The only course of action was to kick off
both trousers and underpants, so that he could hobble about without danger
of the screwdriver being accidentally pushed further inside, a prospect so
dire that it didn't even bear thinking about.

After considerable scanning of the horizon and the carpark area he plucked
up enough courage to open the car door and very gingerly, for fear of
further impaling himself on the screwdriver, stepped out of the car. Naked
from the waist down the air felt very cool on his omnipresent erection,
moving as quickly as he dare to the rear of the car he rummaged through the
tool bag in the boot until he found what he was looking for, a Mole Wrench
marketed most aptly as a third hand! Staying outside the car, shielded by
the open drivers door he crouched down spreading his legs, afraid that he
would either catch his genitals when clamping the Mole wrench to the
screwdriver shaft or worse, inadvertently push the screwdriver further
in. Thus it was with some difficulty that finally he managed to complete
the operation so that the wrench was firmly clamped to the blade of the
screwdriver which now, even he thought was dangling rather absurdly from
between his legs.

In the perfect world all that was left was to give it a sharp tug and the
screwdriver would be out, he could return home and all would be well. In
practice however he was dreading the operation, having already mentally
equated it with the trauma of self-castration without anaesthetic. He
wasn't to be proved wrong.

A cold sweat was breaking out, well aware that he could be caught at any
moment he reached between his legs and pulled, nothing happened. It was
held so firmly that in fact he didn't even seem to be able to twist it at
all. Taking a really deep breath he again took hold of the wrench and
pulled a little harder attempting to wiggle it as he did so. The only sign
of progress was that his bottom was feeling quite raw where the blade
protruded, he was stymied.

Dreadful visions of being pushed through the hospital corridors on a trolly
with the screwdriver and Mole wrench sticking out of his bottom whilst
Martin and his parents watched in absolute hysterics began to reappear
before him. Utterly beside himself with despair he resolved to try once
more however painful, before somehow attempting to drive home with it in
situ and suffer the abject humiliation that would undoubtedly ensue. After
such a situation, whether he could ever face his prim and proper mother
again after he just didn't know, whereas Martin would probably die of
laughter. Crouched down against the car with his eyes tightly closed he
braced himself for the worst and steeling himself to act on the count of
three pulled with all his might.

Partially shielded from view behind the open car door nobody could pinpoint
exactly where the scream had emanated from. The screwdriver and wrench lay
on the ground, partially naked Andy was hopping around clenching his fists
with tears running down his face. Never had he experienced anything like
it, the burning sensation in his bottom was beyond belief, surely even
castration couldn't have been more painful! It took him a full couple of
minutes to return from orbit on a very jagged trajectory and summon up the
courage to even prepare to investigate, now presuming he must have caused
some internal damage and bleeding.




The peace of slumbering, tree lined suburbia was rudely broken by the sound
of a large diesel engine and the squeal of brakes emanating from a large
blue furniture removal van which pulled up sharply behind the red Rover
2000 saloon it had been following down the street.

The car had barely stopped before the rear doors burst open to disgorge the
three highly energised offspring of the Baker family, who having been
confined to the car for quite some time immediately escaped to stretch
their legs and view their new surroundings.

In order of height there were Mark, Sophie and Alfie. Alternately, in order
of age there were Mark nearing sixteen, Sophie a truly sexually steaming
fourteen and Alfie an indeterminate but randy twelve. Their parents Alison
and Jim quickly followed them up to the front door of number twenty eight
to put the key in the lock of their new home, Jim then returned to the
garden to ceremoniously uproot the "For Sale" sign and consign it to the
ground.

From the front garden of number twenty-two, Martin's attention was drawn by
the commotion giving him an excuse to stop pumping up front tyre of his
bicycle, now a regular occurrence due to a slow puncture. Moving to the
garden wall he peered over to look up and down the road to see what the
fuss was about, the foliage on the edge of the pavement somewhat obscured
his view, but he saw enough to know that finally some new neighbours were
moving in.


"Dad, have I gotta share me bedroom with `im?"

"Who's `im?" replied Jim with a very definite emphasise on the 'im.

" `im!" Mark pointed to Alfie who was still expending pent-up energy by
tearing around the front garden as though he were possessed. "It ain't
fair."

"I told you that you'd be sharing with `im, until we've made that fourth
bedroom habitable, but you didn't want to listen."

It was the truth, Mark scowled. Jim smiled benignly, either that or lose
his cool.

"Listen Mark, I don't want you winding `im up, this moving thing is
stressful enough without you two going to war over 'im seeing you
undressing to go to bed!"

"But dad.. I'm older... I don't want `im seeing..." spluttered Mark quite
surprised at just how his father possibly know what was on his mind. Having
realised what he had just inadvertently given away he stopped mid sentence
looking flushed.

Privacy and adolescent sex. It was of course the root of the problem of
what appeared to Mark to be a major problem. Something which Jim knew all
about having shared a bedroom for a year with his younger brother when they
were of similar ages.

"Then you'll just have to time, well things for when he's not about or use
the bathroom!" continued Jim with great emphasise on the word, things.

"Wot d'you mean, things!" Mark gulped, his blush was rapidly turning into
full blown embarrassment. He knew full well what things his father was
unsubtly hinting at!

Jim thought it was time for some very plain speaking as the matter had to
be settled now, it couldn't be allowed to drag on for the next two or three
weeks while they had to share and with the house move life was going to be
difficult enough anyway.

"Mark this isn't the time for an argument, it's only for a couple of weeks
or so," he said firmly with a knowing look at Mark, "we've enough to do now
as it is."

Hitting the nail on the head so directly had turned the nail a bright
red. Speechless or at least, unable to formulate the words to profess
innocence as regards things or matters of the flesh he looked open mouthed
at his father who had put the matter so succinctly without even mentioning
the actual problem.

"Mark, I really understand. At your age I had to share with my younger
brother." Jim smiled reassuringly, which only added to Mark's
embarrassment.

"Oh, I didn't know." he said lamely on realising that his father really did
know all about it.

"So now you do and maybe can see I do understand why you are going on about
it."

"Right." said Mark quietly. Conceding that sex was going to have to take a
different format until Alfie moved out and further argument was pointless.

"We knew Alfie's new bedroom had been an office with shelves and stuff to
be removed before we bought the place, so it'll only be for a couple weeks
while we sort it out. Now he can't share with his sister can he?"

"Dunno, `spose not." muttered Mark very unhappily. "Well I didn't know."

"Well if you didn't, you do now! So Mark, stop it!" Alison who had luckily
only overheard the very tail end of the conversation joined in. "And, try
to keep Alfie out the way of the removal men."

"I ain't baby sitting `im!"

"Mark, we're not asking you too," said Jim, even his patience finally
appearing to be wearing thin, "look we've all been up since god knows when
and driven god knows how many miles. Now we're tired. Just go and do what
your promised to do. Alfie's practical so get him to help you reassemble
your two beds then at least you've got something to sleep on."

Mark began muttered to himself as he walked away thinking what pleasures
were left in life if he were deprived of his ritual morning and evening
onanism, all in the comfort of his bed, not wanking into a handbasin in
some strange bathroom.

"Fuck Alfie, fuck the beds and fuck the unpacking! I don't want `im in me
bedroom!"

Now in a thoroughly bad mood he stamped upstairs to take further stock of
the sleeping arrangements. To be fair he had been given the second largest
bedroom which would give him plenty of space when Alfie finally moved out,
but of course he hadn't gone yet.

Conversely, Alfie was quite excited at the prospect of sharing the bedroom
and being the more practical of the brothers immediately took charge in
order to get the two beds reassembled. It didn't actually take very long at
all and Alfie did his best to ensure the positioning was such that any
activity in Mark's bed could be easily monitored. At which point he made an
excuse and wandered off towards the bathroom leaving Mark looking unhappily
at the boxes containing his worldly goods.

Having discovered the joy of self-abuse with an enterprising classmate
during a swimming lesson at his previous school Alfie had become absolutely
addicted and rarely did a day pass when he didn't manage it twice. The
brothers had taken note of each others bulges and trouser pocket
manipulations, but had never discussed masturbation outright other than
Mark continually making jokes at Alfie's expense about going blind, which
he didn't quite know whether to believe or not. Now though it was Alfie who
now found himself excitedly awaiting bedtime being very hopeful of watching
Mark undress and then to strain eyes and ears to discover if he also did
naughty things to himself beneath the sheets.

"I read somewhere that moving house was one of the most stressful things in
life," said Jim watching Mark's disgruntled departure, "d'you think that's
right?"

"Couldn't agree more just look at us, we're frazzled, already biting each
others heads off and we haven't even unpacked yet!" Alison sighed. "It's
going to be a long day."

"Still, I have got next week off to straighten the place out a bit."

"Thank heavens. What a pity the sale didn't go through earlier in the week
as we'd planned, the kids are going to be barely unpacked before they start
school on Monday, I worry about that." said Alison.

"All three of them at new schools, it's going to bloody awful especially as
they'll be wearing new uniforms and all that."

"Particularly getting Alfie to even go, he hates change."

"Well at least this time he's at the same school as Mark. Hey look at
this!" smiling Jim stepped back from the box he was unpacking. "Look what
I've found!"

"I wondered where it had gone," Alison's face lit up at the sight of the
kettle, "there should be some tea and coffee I packed all in that box,
let's fill it up quick. A cup of tea might do us all a power of good."

"Where's Sophie?" Jim looked around.

"She went up to see her new room."

Sophie had indeed gone to see her new room and then, more importantly check
out the bathroom since that had a lock on the door. Having been in the back
seat of the car for nearly two hours with her two testosterone charged
brothers, who thinking they were unnoticed in fondling their wares though
their pockets, had really excited her. In fact if there were such a thing
as a national English girls masturbation team, she would certainly be in
The Masturbating for England finals, as her invariably moist panties
confirmed. Even at fourteen her sexual appetite for masturbation was
enormous and whilst still a virgin as far as boys went, having previously
been to an all girls school she was certainly no innocent where other girls
could be coerced into joining her. Candles, hairbrushes, pencils, even
courgettes, her ingenuity knew no bounds although what she was desperately
hoping was that her new school could provide a girlfriend as obliging as
Mary had been at her previous school.

However, the immediate circumstances demanded physical satisfaction and
locking herself in the bathroom she sat on the closed toilet seat. Legs
splayed before her, staring at the staining in her panties, satisfaction
was provided by application of the palm of her hand onto her mound whilst
the fingers bathed in the silky juices flooding from within.

The lock held fast as the door handle was first turned, then violently
rattled.

"Who's in there?"

"Me." she gasped, her fingers a blur.

"Wot you doing?" Alfie's voice was unmistakable.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

Hoping Alfie hadn't heard the slurping noises through the door she very
reluctantly withdrew her fingers, closed he legs and slowly pulled her
panties up to attempt to contain the juices that once started seemed as
though they would never stop.

"I don't know do I?"

Unaware of what has happening through the door Alfie slipped his hand down
the front of his shorts and toyed with his erection. With the mornings
early start and unable to attend to matters since the previous night the
burning question was dare he risk masturbating after having a pee, that was
if he could get into the bathroom.

"Just hold on." she pressed the sodden material into the weeping slit.

"I can't!"

Alfie, she determined could wait a few moments even if he did wet his
pants, looking at her fingers she slowly began to lick them morphing them
into visions of Mary's.

"Hurry up Soph, I needs the bog!"

"Oh shut up and wait, I was here first!"

"But I needs to go..."

Without any warning the bathroom door suddenly opened, caught with his hand
down his shorts Alfie looked quite startled as Sophie appeared, her blue
denim miniskirt barely covering her bottom.

"Alfie you dirty little bugger, you`re playing with your willy again and
you done it all the way here, I saw you in the car!"

"I... I..." purple with embarrassment he was stuck for a reply,
unfortunately also stuck with his hand down his shorts.

"So that's what you wanna go in there for is it? You're gonna play with
yourself again!" sneered Sophie, barely able to retain her straight
face. "You know you'll go blind if you keep doing that! That's what
happened to my friend Mary's younger brother, he's got a white stick now!"

Poor Alfie, his mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish. Now, if even
his sister knew that boys who masturbated went blind, then maybe what Mark
had been telling his for ages after all!

"Didn't think you were old enough to do that? What is it now, two inches!"

Sophie had to turn away for fear of laughing, her brother baiting somehow
incredibly erotic had ensuring her panties were now delightfully sodden and
possibly there was even something slithering down her inside leg.

"I, I can!" he blurted out indignantly.

It was of course totally the wrong thing to say as he immediately realised,
the folly of such a very personal admission turned him an even purpler
shade of purple as Sophie's look of triumph confirmed.

"How disgusting!" she crowed, forming a circle with her index finger and
thumb in a circle and waving in his face. "That how you do it? I've
wondered what all that noise I kept hearing at bedtime was! So you really
are a little wanker!"

"How.. how.. d'you know..."

On Sophie's part it was an inspired guess, but it squarely hit the
target. Poor Alfie had been cleverly ensnared and now totally hung out to
dry. The secret was out, demolished and thoroughly humiliated he looked as
though he was about to cry.

Cue goldfish impression number two.

"Well don't let mum find you're making a mess in your pants!" Sophie knew
she was pushing a little too far and shouldn't have said it, but standing
there in shock with his hand still down his shorts it was irresistible. "I
`spect that's wot you do innit?"

Cue a third traumatised goldfish imitation followed by a rapid withdrawal
of the hand leaving behind a distinctly withered appendage.

"Don't you dare touch me with that after holding yer willy, go and wash
it!"

Striding quickly across the landing before finally dissolving in laughter
as she ran down the stairs, she left Alfie looking utterly horrified at her
parting comment, delivered with all the menace that only an oversexed,
hormonal, fourteen year old elder sister could muster.

"You should tell mum you're doing that, then if you do start going
blind..." after pausing for theatrical effect she concluded, "or maybe I
should tell her for you?"



Martin, still battling with the self-deflating front tyre didn't really
notice as Andy's car came to a gentle halt outside the house. Normally
arriving at speed and stopping with a squeal of tyres he was unaware of his
brothers presence until he hobbled through the front gate with a distinctly
cowboy like, bow-legged gait.

"Bloody hell wot's happened to you?" even Martin was rather surprised at
his brothers dishevelled appearance, now looking even worse than when he
had left the house. The obvious impediment to walking that had developed in
the meantime didn't help.

"I.. I...uumm.." he scrabbled for the excuse he had concocted on the way
back home, "I tripped and fell over, I think I've sprained me hip or
me.. something."

"How d'you sprain yer hip?" asked Martin incredulously. "Never mind that,
mum'll murder you if she see's you looking like that `cause she still
steaming from when we had that row earlier about them fucking shoes! You
look like shit! You know wot she's like over her bloody washing and
laundry, so wot's happened, you didn't look that bad when you went out
earlier?"

"Uumm..."

What had happened was that the plentiful deposits of semen had had time to
be thoroughly absorbed by the old trousers to provide a shiny wet outline
of his underpants for anybody who cared to look.

"You haven't wet yer pants or something have you, `cause they're showing up
all wet under those old trousers!" even though he knew nothing of his
brother's sexual exploits Martin didn't miss much when it came to trouser
inspections, he grinned. "Wot you been up to now then?"

"Fuck off!" Andy hobbled over, it felt as though there was something in his
bottom that was constantly swelling to become a true pain in the bum. "Look
Mart, just do me a favour, go in and keep mum talking while I nip up and
change."

"You don't look very nippy!" Martin sidestepped the fist.

"Fuck off!" under the circumstances Andy did his best to sound quite
normal. "Where's Adam then, has he gone?"

"Yeah he couldn't stay long after you went, but I'm seeing him tomorrow."
Martin grinned and squeezed his jeans with both hands. "His mum's out for
the morning, well he promised didn't he?"

"Wot you mean.. oh." Andy didn't finish when he realised what Martin was
saying.

Martin nodded frantically. "I hope so."

"You lucky sod, I `spose you'll be wanking all night then."

"Might do, but I gotta save some for tomorrow ain't I, that's wot he said."

"I would."

Despite thoughts of Adam being involved and suffering badly from his own
literal self-abuse, Andy's reddened cock managed to lurch in his still very
slimy briefs. "Now Mart, please go and tell mum I'm back and that I've gone
up to change."

"Alright but, you could always come in me room later tonight and help me
wank." Martin smiled, it was a very genuine invitation.

"You silly sod," Andy blinked, "might do, let me think about it."

"I'll go and keep mum out the way then."

Martin touched Andy on the shoulder which immediately made him blink
again. Why couldn't they have become this close years earlier?

"Hey, Mart just hang on a second."

"Wot?" he turned.

"Maybe, the end of the afternoon if me hips a bit better we could," he
pointed to the bicycle, "maybe we could have a go that fucking puncture
you've been avoiding mending for bloody weeks now."

"We could." Martin smiled. "You know we don't have to have a wank, but it
would be nice. You could just watch me if you want."

"I know. Maybe. Now fuck off and talk to mum."




"Have you calmed down a bit now?" Jim looked up from the cardboard box on
hearing the footsteps. "Are you going to help unpack a bit now or just
watch?"

"Yeah. Dad, sorry about earlier. I just done the beds with Alfie." Mark
looked rather ashamed. "I wasn't thinking very well and didn't know about
you and uncle David sharing."

"No reason why you should have known was there really? Just shows your
problem is definitely not new doesn't it!" he turned back to the box.

"But dad," Mark looked around to make sure nobody was listening, "how, I
mean.. how did you know, well wot I was.. well was... trying to say?"

"You mean what you were not trying to actually say?" Jim stood up and
smiled. "Because history tells me that that at your age the subject we dare
not name is probably constantly on your mind."

"Wot history?" he asked avoiding the rest of the sentence.

"Well think about it, I was your age once and so was uncle David."

"Oh.. oh no!"

Embarrassed Mark looked at the floor now realising that he hadn't really
understood what his father had meant by sharing earlier and it didn't seem
right to know what his father and brother had done as teenagers, but the
point had clearly been made.

"In fact Mark, I know we've never really talked about this before and maybe
we should have, because I don't consider it to be a taboo subject."

"Not taboo?" that surprised Mark. Other than joking about the subject, it
was with the odd exception usually treated with deference even by most of
his peers.

"No, definitely not taboo," he smiled, "and since it's not taboo I'll make
a little joke at your expense and say with all this sharing stuff that
subject is probably on your mind from the moment you wake up till when you
go to bed!"

Mark flushed. "You won't say anything will you?"

"Of course not. No doubt I'll be having a similar conversation with Alfie
in the not too distant future... hang on," Jim glanced sideways, "watch out
here comes trouble now."

"Wot are you two whispering about?" Sophie sidled up and stood by Mark, she
had hoped to hear what the lowered voices had been discussing, but was too
late.

"Nothing of any great interest. Have you been helping mum unpack?"

"Yeah, but I'm bored with all that stuff." she leant back against the wall,
pushing her bottom hard against it and sticking her pointed fourteen year
old breasts out.

"Bored eh? That's tough really my darling, because nobody else is going to
unpack all those boxes you've brought with you in your room." Jim
smiled. "So bored or not, you'd better get back to it, we've got more than
enough to do as it is. Have you made your bed up yet?"

"Why's he got the biggest room, it ain't fair." she pointed to Mark.

"Because that's what we decided. OK?" Jim looked at her. "Besides if you
had that big a room you'd only fill it up with even more rubbish which
you'd have to unpack!"

"I'm gonna see what mum says later." she said looking somewhat petulant,
but nevertheless heeding her fathers words to slowly, reluctantly return
upstairs to continue the unpacking.

"Sophie, have you seen Alfie, is he upstairs?" called out Jim as she
reached the bottom of the staircase.

"He's doing... something... in the bathroom."

Her delivery complete with a look of utter disgust and total emphasis on
the word `something' would under other circumstances warrant an Oscar. Jim
suddenly smiled and looked at Mark who a second later realised the
implication and inadvertently flushed, closing his eyes for a moment to
break contact, the relevance was far too close for comfort.

"I'll catch up with him later then." replied Jim. "So you are going back to
unpacking then, even if you so are bored?"

"Yeah." came the unenthusiastic reply.

Mark might still have been a virgin and never been out with a girl, but he
was certainly very interested in both the male and female forms, as ever
did his best to look up Sophie's skirt as she went back up the stairs. The
nearest he had come to exploring the female anatomy had been thumbing
through the dog eared, semen stained pages of an adult magazine in the bike
sheds at his previous school with his then best friend Brian. Sadly on that
occasion rather over enthusiastic pocket manipulation caused him to
accidentally ejaculate in his trousers! Although they had previously
masturbated together a couple of times, that seemed to embarrass Brian more
than him, although he was subsequently persuaded to then do the same!

Sophie was indeed very, very provocative and she knew it, as indeed did her
parents who constantly worried about that aspect of her personality. Sister
or not, Mark's desire to increase his female knowledge meant he used every
opportunity to find what actually was hiding between a girls young
legs. Schoolboy rumours were that girls could masturbate, the question was
how? Did Sophie?

Only Mark's sex driven logic could conclude that if he could leave tell
tell stains in his underpants then maybe she could as well. It was
something which frequently drove him to inspect her soiled panties in the
dirty laundry basket and unbeknown to him, for her to examine both brothers
underpants for semen stains! And, if that incestuous round of stain
detection weren't enough, Alfie frequently stole a pair of Mark's dirty
briefs to take to the bathroom where he would change into them and
earnestly add his own minimal sticky contribution to the existing stains.

Meanwhile upstairs, in total disregard for the perils of self-abuse and his
future eyesight Alfie hadn't been able to resist attending to matters of
the flesh once safely locked inside the bathroom. Still in the process of
moving in, certain home comforts were absent including any toilet paper
since Sophie had used the last piece necessitating him having to wipe his
slimy fingers over his clothes hoping nothing would be noticed. When all
was complete he quietly unlocked the door and cautiously peered out and
crept onto the landing only to be shocked as Sophie suddenly appearing at
the top of the stairs.

"You been in there all this time?" she said making a point of looking down
at the small bulge on the front of his shorts and then visibly noting small
wet stains.

Alfie instinctively backed away. It was too late and it was all too obvious
what he had been doing.

"You've.. you have.. you've been wanking!" she hissed, not that she knew
what fresh semen looked like, only the dried laundry basket
variety. Whether she was right or wrong didn't matter, since anything
connected with the subject would now be guaranteed to embarrass him.

Puce was not Alfie's complexion colour of choice, but for the second time
that morning he displayed a delightful shade of it along with his fourth
impression of a traumatised goldfish.

"Took you long enough to do it, couldn't you find it in your pants!" she
added, then further turning the knife which she had earlier so eloquently
planted in his back. "Won't be long before you'll be wearing glasses then!"

"Wot! Glasses!" he croaked. Glasses. Blindness, it was all true then.

"Yeah, just like Mary's brother." she smirked. "Mum'll have to know soon,
before it's too late."

"No! No! No!" he squeaked in horror. "Too late for wot!"

Having left all his old school friends behind there was nobody he could ask
if it were really true except his brother, but as even he kept dropping
hints and making jokes about blindness Alfie didn't know what to think and
tended to believe it was true.

"Course, I `spect she'll have to look at your willy when she finds out,
just in case."

"Mum look! Just in case of wot!" puce had morphed into white with fear.

"I can't tell you that," smirking she pushed roughly past, "now get out me
way you filthy little wanker. Don't you touch me with them hands, I'm gonna
do more of me unpacking!"

The bedroom door slammed shut in Alfie's face leaving him looking white,
his heart pounding. Dread thoughts of his mother examining his nearly four
inches of clammy, over-rubbed, slightly bent boyhood and it's accompanying
brace of tiny pubic hairs started to course through his mind.

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Chapter 13 to follow