Date: Wed, 01 Jul 2015 09:16:18 +0100 From: tom Subject: LabTech Chapter 21 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 all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ############################################################################### Chapter 21 – Oh, to be an innocent twelve year old "Wot, she really said that!" "Yeah, honest, on the landing just now." "But didn't you just say you'd already told dad about it?" "Yeah, I thought he'd had a word with her already." "Cor, wot a dirty little bitch she is!" said Mark. "D'you want me to have a word with her then?" "Yeah," Alfie brightened up, "and tell her that she can piss right off `cause she ain't gonna get to look at me willy!" "D'you know why she wants to look then?" adding with a grin. "It ain't that big is it?" Whilst Mark didn't approve of his sister hounding Alfie, the subject had an attraction that certainly chimed with his own curiosity of what girls had to offer. "Piss off I can't help it, it's the only one I got!" Alfie glanced round in case the walls had suddenly sprouted ears and then looking more than a little embarrassed finally whispered, "Anyways wot she really wants is to watch me having a wank!" "Bleeding hell!" Mark's cock lurched upwards in his jeans, sex between siblings wasn't exactly on his immediate approved list, but nevertheless purely as an anatomical experience it might have some merit. His brain was buzzing, maybe he could engineer a situation whereby he benefited as well as Sophie, not of course intending it in the slightest way as an act of a sexual nature, but more of a joint educational inspection. Put in old Anglo Saxon terms, he'd show her his cock if she were to unveil to him the moist mysteries of her fanny! And, there was an added bonus to such a move. In that his standing at school would be raised immeasurably above those who had only ever seen the same old tatty dog-eared, heavily spunk stained few pages of the same old naughty girly magazine that continually appeared to do the rounds of his peers. "Will you speak to her then?" asked Alfie. "You won't say nothing to dad will you?" "Yeah, I reckon I could, I won't say nothing so don't worry." Mark headed towards the bedroom door hoping the hand nonchalantly pushed in the pocket disguised his true intentions. "Where you going?" asked Alfie. "Gotta go to the bog!" "Oh alright, well I'm going out on me bike for a bit." came Alfie's naive reply. All of four and a half minutes later Mark slowly emerged from the bathroom. His hand still inside the pocket, but the fingers now pressing on the sticky patch of his briefs being the result of premature leakage encouraged by illicit thoughts of Sophie. "Wot you been doing in there?" "Wot!" startled, Mark looked up to see Sophie coming out of her bedroom. Sophie's eye for detail hadn't failed her. Instantly homing in on the bulge in Mark's jeans and the hand in the pocket there was no doubt in her mind what he had been doing behind the locked bathroom door. This time though, she was definitely right on target. "Been in the bog, wot d'you think I've been doing?" "Same as Alfie I `spect, 'cause wot's he do in there three or four times a day ?" "Have a piss, have a crap! I don't bloody know! Don't you ever have to piss then?" Mark looked at her, he'd suspected for some time that she was as randy as any boy he knew. He had frequently heard muffled groans from her bedroom and now the fact she was now wanting Alfie to masturbating for her entertainment confirmed it. And, if that wasn't enough, her ultra short school skirt was concealing all he really wanted to know, could this be the moment to raise the subject. In fact it seemed as though the subject had already been raised! "Why's he have to keep coming up here to do it then? There's a bog downstairs ain't there if it's just a piss?" "Do wot?" "Wot you just been doing?" her question hit the bullseye making Mark blush. "Soph, I don't know wot yer on about and I don't bloody care," he said walking towards her and forcing her back in her bedroom, "now I wanna talk to you." "Why?" "Just get in that bloody bedroom and shut up." Made to walk quickly backwards she soon hit the edge of the bed, lost her balance and toppled backwards onto the bed with her legs in the air. Confronted by the sight of Sophie's panties all of two feet from his face with a more than obvious damp stain between her legs his cock went from semi-hard to very hard within a split second. "You filthy sod you just wanted to look up me skirt!" she snarled, trying to pull her skirt down to cover the evidence of a typically damp day at school. Enlivened, it has to be said by the more than occasional finger that visited her panties undercover of her school bag. "You just wet yerself then?" replied Mark, totally innocent of the fact that Sophie could produce more than enough juices to easily rival his semen output. "Fuck off you pervert, I'll tell mum!" "Don't you call me a fucking pervert," snapped Mark, his blood and cock now well up, " `cause it's you who's been trying to get yer little brother to wank for you!" Shocked, Sophie went pale at the revelation having never ever imaged that Alfie would dare mention the subject to anyone. "Well go on then, fuck off downstairs and tell her right now!" It was time to try the womanly wiles, pouting her lips she looked as though she was going to burst into tears. "You can stop all that fucking crying shit right now," said Mark firmly, "so wot is you want? You wanna see some boy wanking, is that it?" Erubescent she finally nodded, the game was as up as Mark's cock! "So if some boy wanks off in front of you," continued Mark, knowing she was now totally ensnared, "you gotta wank or do wotever it is you do in front of him." "Wot? Nah, fuck off!" she pulled a face. "I ain't showing me fanny!" "Thing is, I might know a boy who'd probably do it." Mark smirked, he knew his sister and by now also knew that she was hooked on the prospect. "Who?" "Can't tell you, I gotta ask him first. But, if he does I'm gonna watch as well." "Piss off! You ain't gonna bloody watch and you ain't gonna see me fanny!" "I bloody am or the whole fucking things off! And, I'll tell mum about you blackmailing Alfie right now!" "You bloody fucking sod!" she hissed using not entirely very ladylike language. "Yeah." replied Mark adding a little fictitious spice to the conversation. "And, both me and Alfie have heard you moaning at night, so we knows you does it all right!" "Fuck you!" Sophie went bright red. "Fuck you!" "Yer having a wank, it's no more than you've accused us of is it?" Mark grinned. "So you gonna do it or shall I go down and tell mum about you wanted Alfie to wank?" The thought of masturbating in front of two boys was proving impossible to resist. Dropping all resistance Sophie continued. "Who is it? You met him at school then?" "Might have." "But, but, if he won't do it, wot happens then?" she sounded a little disappointed. "You really wanna see a boy having a wank don't you?" "Yeah I do." said Sophie defiantly, realising that her bluff had been called. "So wot would happen if he didn't wanna do it, would that be the end of it?" "You ain't getting off that easy, `cause I might do it instead!" "Wot! You!" "Course, if you don't wanna do it at all now, especially after upsetting Alfie and all that, well I'll still have to tell mum won't I... `cause he's really got upset over this!" "Sod you!" "Here." Mark grabbed her hand and pressed it against the damp lump in his jeans. "Now let me feel yours!" Sophie gulped, for all her bravado and compulsive masturbation this was no longer the usual girly fantasy of grabbing a boys cock that she had conjured up with her new found friend Patti. At school that day they had struck up a friendship replete with a breaktime conversation so sexually laden with innuendo the desire to explore each others body and find a willing boy had become paramount. Returning on the bus with her school bag on her lap and a hand concealed beneath her short skirt proved to be nowhere near enough to satisfy her lust. Once home she had again excitedly masturbated before enjoying the almost exhibitionist thrill of propositioning Alfie knowing her panties were being soaked with her juices as she spoke. However, she now found herself being confronted by her elder brother, patently rampant and keen to take over where Alfie had declined, proving it by forcing her hand against his erection. To Mark, it seemed he had picked the exact moment to make his play. Absolutely ignorant of the finer points of the female anatomy and totally unsure what he was doing he couldn't stop himself pushing his hand between her legs and onto her sodden mound. "Bloody hell! Stop it!" Clamping her legs together, she only succeeding in trapping the gusset of the slimy panties in her slit and inadvertently squeezing some of the accumulated juices over his hand. The voyage into the world of female genitalia was going to be a distinctly wet one! "Oh fucking hell! Why's yer knickers all wet? You just pissed over me or wot?" What indeed! "Fuck off!" "Sophie, come on down I want you to do something for me!" their mothers voice rang up the stairs. "Mark, fuck off.. leave me alone!" she hissed, although from her facial expression she didn't look particularly upset as his fingers forced her panties further into her. "Wot's all this fucking slimy stuff? Is that there all the time, wot a fucking mess!" "I've just fucking cum ain't I!" snapped Sophie for once looking and feeling highly embarrassed at her own predicament. "Sophie, come on love, I need a hand in the kitchen." echoed the voice from below." "How d'you cum then?" Mark pulling her hand away from his jeans, the inquisitive fingers having nearly brought him to the point of ejaculating again in his jeans. "I'm coming mum!" called out Sophie pulling herself free from his grip. "You fucking are as well!" spluttered Mark dissolving into laughter, Sophie still more than somewhat embarrassed didn't find it funny and started to get off the bed. "Oh, just fucking piss off!" she said standing up. "No, you piss off downstairs then." Mark was now rubbing his fingers together. Finally he sniffed them. "This stuff wot you call cum then?" "You'll have to wait and find out won't you?" With that Sophie brazenly lifted her skirt to reveal that the little pink flowers on her white panties had been most definitely watered, her pubic hair visible through the wet cotton, grinning she quickly pulled it back down before heading for the door. "You'll let me know about your sexy mate then, I hope his cocks bigger than that little thing you got!" "Fuck off, mine's big enough for you!" "Hey," she paused by the door and turned to look him in the eye, "now promise you won't say nothing to Alfie or mum about this will you?" "Only if you call it off. And, wash them hands if yer helping with the cooking!" Mark unashamedly grabbed his cock through his jeans and stared at her bottom as she waltzed out of the room. The real question was though, would he make it to the bathroom basin for the second time within the hour before he had an accident. "Wot did she say then?" Andy glanced through Martin's open bedroom door as he passed, only to see him looking out, the required concentration for the mathematics textbook in front of him was in short supply. "Mart, she won't listen to wot I said," Andy moved inside the room to keep his voice down, "she just won't bloody believe that I can be like that." "Oh shit!" "All she keeps saying is that I'll soon find a nice girl." he looked at his brother. "But I don't want a nice girl, I ain't never wanted a nice girl." "Well, I think I might give one a try." Martin smiled. "But then again, I don't know anything about 'em or even how to find one and I then I might not like it anyway!" "I `spose you could find a not so nice one, just to get inside her knickers!" replied Andy, he sat on the edge of the bed and managed a smile. "Think I'm gonna stick to boys though, `cause at least I know wot I want is in their pants!" "Maybe I could do both?" "Oh fuck it Mart, it's all very well laughing about it, but wot am I really gonna do?" "Obvious innit. You gotta have a word with dad haven't you." "I `spose." Martin scratched the sparse bumfluff on his chin. "Hey, I got it. Why don't you go outside and pretend to do something to yer car, then you can grab him when he comes home, before he sees mum and she starts banging on at him about you." "Wot's the time then." "Half five, he'll be back in fifteen or twenty minutes." he looked at his watch. "Right." "I can't concentrate on this stuff now," Martin closed the books, "I might pop down shortly and then I'll bugger off when dad comes back and leave you alone with him." Going as fast as his sore bottom would allow Andy was soon outside and having raised the bonnet on his car was only just peering inside when a now familiar voice was heard. "Wot you doing then?" As if from nowhere Alfie had suddenly appeared, the open car bonnet drawing him like a magnet. "Shit, how d'you do it! I've only been here two seconds and yer here already!" Andy couldn't stop himself smiling back. Alfie was such a mixture of mischievous whirlwind energy and innocent charm it was impossible to resist liking him. "Is it broke then?" Alfie continued his inspection of the engine compartment ignoring the jibe. "Uumm.." murmured Andy thinking of a suitable answer whilst he continued his own detailed inspection of Alfie's shorts. There was no bulge today, but the outline of his briefs was certainly in evidence. What colour could they be? "Look there's yer trouble," said Alfie suddenly leaning up against Andy and pointing, "that connector on the little wire coming off the condenser in the distributor, it's hanging off innit?" "Gawd you knows a lot don't you?" "Yeah well!" Alfie grinned. "Interesting innit?" "Oh right, well yeah... and I.. I was just gonna say I uumm.. I thought it was that." Andy winced, his heart fluttered on feeling the heat from Alfie's body next to him. "Yeah, that's definitely it innit?" Alfie looked up smiling and inadvertently pressed himself closer to Andy as he did so. "Fucking hell!" said Andy under his breath, impressed not only by Alfie's knowledge of the internal combustion engine, but also that he found him so sexually arousing. "You wot?" "Nothing." Andy tried not to look at him. "Wanna get the pliers out the boot then?" After the days emotional ups and downs, this was the last thing Andy wanted knowing he was getting very aroused from the bodily contact. As Alfie disappeared at high speed to get the tools from the boot Andy faced the car and hoping he wasn't been seen pushed a hand inside his briefs to try to straighten his growing erection. "Mark says you're at our school then." said Alfie on returning at equally high speed holding the pliers. "Uumm.. yeah, well I work there." Andy paused adding anxiously. "Did uumm.. did Mark say anything else?" "Nah, just that he saw you." Alfie gave another infectious smile. "So I `spect I'll see you there soon as well then?" "Very likely." replied Andy keeping one hand in his pocket to disguising the swelling. "So d'you wanna do this little repair then? Just squeeze the connector on the wire with the pliers, I'll watch, make sure you do it right." "Yeah!" said Alfie excitedly, immediately leaning over the wing to reach the engine which highlighted the outline of his briefs even more, thoughts of which Andy desperately tried to put out of his head. "Mark says he wants to have word with you, shall I tell him yer about then." "Oh, well.." Andy was flushed, automatically assuming that Mark might want to arrange for the mutual masturbation that he had so desperately wanted earlier. "Maybe we'll do it after tea, `cause I gotta talk to me dad about something first." "Wot time, shall I tell him then?" asked Alfie, who being relatively short had now really stretched himself across the wing to reach the distributor. "Say about seven, I'll come out here to save you ringing the bell and then ... and..." Andy's voice faded away. Alfie's big stretch had pulled his blue top from his shorts and exposed a band of bright red, it could only be the waistband of a pair of briefs. "Was you gonna say something else?" called Alfie from the depths of the engine compartment. "He got red pants!" blurted Andy having only meant to think it, not say it out loud. "Yeah! Wot colour you got?" Alfie giggled. "You wanted to know about me blue ones I had on the other day as well didn't you?" "Wot.. uumm.. did I?" Andy's red face matched Alfie's briefs, luckily it seemed to go unnoticed as Alfie stayed giggling inside the bonnet. "You got a bit of thing about pants haven't you?" continued Alfie naively. "Kid at me last school did, he used to sniff 'em all in the changing rooms!" "No, no.. just sorta interested... nothing special.. no.." Andy went pale, Alfie's rather astute assumption had really hit the nail on the head. "See Andy, `cause it's you, I don't mind if you have," Alfie turned round to look over his shoulder and gave a big smile, his face now smeared with oily finger marks like any other self-respecting mechanic, "if you really want I'll show 'em to you proper!" "No, no...it's fine.. honest Alfie, just, just forget it!" Brought close to tears at the incredible warmth of Alfie's friendship and his very trusting nature Andy was approaching a state of panic at the thought of now being classed as a child molester in addition to being a closet homosexual. "Well I just thought I'd say it like.. well, y'know to sorta say that I really trusts you," Alfie continued to smile and then giggled. "I don't show me pants to just anybody, but we could do it if you took me out in the car to test it after we done this!" Andy just nodded unable to speak. It was difficult to keep control, on one hand by not bursting into tears and on the other by getting Alfie to pull his shorts down right then and there. "I can talk to you," continued Alfie, "and well, after we all talked about.. y'know in the garden the other day... I mean about wanking and all that...well, all that stuff!" "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't have done that in front of you." said Andy realising that for all his up-front innocence Alfie had been quite embarrassed about having to admit to the older boys that he also now regularly masturbated. "I don't mind now, honest, well now that I know you does it as well. See, other kids never admits they do it, they usually just says no and goes red!" he looked Andy right in the face. "You know, if I ever need to I could tell you some of me secrets." "You could?" Andy's heart fluttered. To be an innocent twelve year old again. "Course, `cause I really likes you." said Alfie turning back to reattach the wire. "And, like now we know we both wanks, well that can be one of our secrets can't it?" "I `spose it can." muttered Andy, wishing despite all of Alfie's appeal he would, just this once leave him alone to his thoughts. "Nearly done it, just tightening that little nut thing." Alfie turned round again. "Hey, I'll tell you a gert big secret right now... I wanks every night under the bedclothes!" "Oh! You do!" replied Andy a little taken aback at Alfie's unerring faith and honesty. He clenched his fists and tried to stop himself blinking, Alfie was having dramatic effect on him. "Course I don't tell everybody I does that, but it's our secret now innit?" the string of questions were relentless. "So when d'you do it then? I won't tell nobody, promise!" "Uumm.. same I `spose.." Andy blushed, if nothing else it was an honest reply. "I think till I've stopped sharing Mark's room that why he keeps going to the bog innit, he don't want me to catch him doing it in bed do he?" "He does? I mean, you mean, he, he wanks?" stuttered Andy. "Yeah, he goes in the bathroom a lot and it don't take nearly ten minutes to have a piss do it?" Alfie winked. "Reckon he's wanking in there?" "Probably." Despite all his worries, Andy managed a smile recalling that when he recently shared a bedroom with Martin, he too had done exactly the same thing. "And," continued Alfie unabated, "there was something slimy in the basin the other day, I put me finger in it!" Under any other circumstances Andy would have been only too interested to learn of the sexual habits of the two brothers. However, feeling as he did it wasn't exactly the moment to revel in Alfie's sexual disclosures. "You got yer little mate to help you then?" said Martin appearing from the front garden and seeing Alfie hanging out from under the bonnet along with his red briefs. "Yeah." Andy looked up, saved from making any further embarrassing admissions. "Yeah and I've mended it for him," replied Alfie very proudly, "it's all done now." Martin took a double take and quickly moved closer as Alfie wiggled around, the lure of the red waistband against the pale skin was undeniably erection provoking. "If only..." he said looking at Andy, who nodded in agreement. "If only wot?" asked Alfie finally sliding down from the wing to get both feet back on the ground. "If only, if only, I had a newer car." said Andy, desperate to avoid all mention of underpants lest Alfie offer to show himself to Martin as well. "But, I'd have nothing to play with!" said Alfie smiling. "No. Now listen Alfie, I've got to nip out with dad when he comes home, so now I'm going to go in and have a wash." "Alf, I think you ought to do that as well." said Martin looking at the oil stained hands and face. "Oh, is you?" Alfie looked at Andy, his face fell and he sounded really very, very disappointed. "Thought you might have tested the car and taken me round the block in it or something.. like I said earlier." "Well, oh, uumm well suppose Alfie, we uumm, we do that about seven when Mark pops round to ask whatever it is he wants to ask." Andy again clenched his fists behind his back knowing he would be feeling more than a little awkward with just Alfie in the car and in all probability be unable to stop himself taking full advantage of inspecting the red briefs should Alfie press the point. "Oh goodie!" exclaimed Alfie. However, judging from the beaming smile on Alfie's face Andy realised he would at least be making somebody very happy. "Wot's happening at seven then?" asked Martin. "Oh, nothing really, Alfie says Mark's popping in, he wants to ask something." A cold shiver ran up Andy's back, surely Mark wouldn't want to discuss taking him up on his offer of mutual masturbation if Alfie were present. "You could come for the ride with us as well if you want." said Alfie nudging Martin. "Why not, in that case we might as well take Mark if he wants to come." Martin looked at Andy. "That alright with you?" "Yeah, fine." Andy breathed a sigh of relief, at least there was safety in numbers. ########################################## Chap 22 to follow