“A,” My Name is Alice

By NAMB

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Copyright 2025 by NAMB all rights reserved

[4,327 words]

“A,” My Name is Alice

"A" my name is Alice is an embellished recall of my childhood. The adult world is male-dominated. That’s not the way it is with children. In their formative years, children live in a female-dominated society.


A Female Dominated Sidewalk

In 1951 a baby girl was born in Brooklyn to the Daily’s. The proud parents named her Christine. Her older brother, Eddie, then 4 years old, complained and asked if his parents could take her back because she was so noisy.

Like all the other girls and boys of the era, she grew up playing on the street. Her fondest games were those in involving citing rhymes when jumping rope or clapping hands with the other girls. But her favorite game was played using a rubber ball and bouncing it reciting, “A, my name is Alice and my husband’s name is Al. We come from Alabama and we sell Apples. B, my name is Barbara …” as she kicked up her Keds-clad legs and bounced the ball under it.

She would spend hours each day going through the alphabet making up names, fictitious husbands, and conjuring up exotic places and products to sell.

The game was very popular, and every girl played it. The game was known simply by it’s opening rhyme, “A, my name is Alice.”

The street was not like the playgrounds of today. Of course, playgrounds existed, but they were blocks away. Daily play was conducted on the street where you lived.

Given how densely populated Brooklyn was at the time, there were literally hundreds of kids crammed onto the concrete and asphalt, all of them without direct adult supervision.

Moms, few of whom worked outside the house, would stick their heads out the windows to monitor what was going on. It didn’t matter whose mom saw you. Everybody knew everybody else and no child could get away with wrongdoing without it getting back to her or his mom.

Besides that, there was the playgroup setting.

Playgroups were groups of children ranging in size from about a half dozen to a dozen children ranging in age from about 5 or 6 up to about 14 or 15. There was no formal organization with the exception that each group was female dominated and had a “head girl.”

Moms appreciated this child care arrangement.

The blacktop itself was dominated by the boys. There was a continuous stickball game or street hockey or touch football game going on from sunup to sunset and the call of “CAR!” provided unofficial time-outs.

The fact of life was that to play in the game, you had to be chosen. To be chosen, you had to be a good player. This meant that the game consisted mostly of older boys. The younger boys and all the girls were relegated to the sidelines better known as the sidewalks.

It was inevitable that girls dominated the playgroups by sheer numbers and that the eldest in any group would be a girl. She decided what games the members of her group would play.

Mostly, these were coed games like tag or Simon says or box ball, Chinese handball, or “Hit the penny” (there were other games one could play with a rubber ball besides stickball and “A, My Name is Alice.”)

However, sometimes the girls would play house or school in which case, boys would sometimes sit beside dolls on the stoop (a word now gone out of fashion for a concrete or stone step).

The head girl was usually the “teacher,” just like in real school where every teacher at the grade school level was female. “Mommy,” of course had to be a girl and the oldest boy was “daddy” and did a thing called “work.” As in the real world, mommy took care of child care; daddy was more of a figurehead with no real authority.

The boys were sometimes compensated with a cookie as “dinner.”

Jumping rope was uniquely a girl thing, too. Sometimes girls did it singly, but normally it was a group activity with girls jumping in and out of the twirling ropes while chanting various rhymes. Boys never jumped, but they were expected to learn how to turn the rope so all the girls could participate.

Everyone minded the head girl. She had the same authority as a mother. One bad word from her and a child was in trouble. The only one with possibly more authority than her were the nuns at school.


Caught

It was just after her 11^th birthday that Chrissy caught her brother, Eddie naked, in the bathroom, “playing with himself.”

She was supposed to have a dentist appointment, but got the date mixed up, so she came home unexpectedly.

There were rumors all over the street about sex. The boys had their private conversations and the girls enjoyed theirs.

The girls had the advantage. Some of them were old enough to babysit and some had younger brothers and helped their moms change diapers or bathe them.

Boys had mostly rumors and misinformation. Some claimed to have seen pictures of naked women in dirty magazines.

Then there was “the alley.”

One of the worst things that can happen to a kid playing on the street is to go “IN.” Going in meant that you might not come back out again especially if it were close to lunchtime or dinner time. It sometimes meant that play was also interrupted for the rest of the group.

For girls, there was no option. When a girl had to “go potty,” there was no option but to go in and use a real bathroom. For boys, there was the alley.

The alley was a space between two buildings that was about three feet wide.

Older boys, like the ones who played in the real street, used it to urinate in relative privacy. At least they could turn so that their backs were to the street. Anyone looking in would have no doubt as to what the boys were doing, but at least private parts remained private.

When a younger boy announced that he had to go to the bathroom, the head girl nominated an escort to take him there. This escort was always another girl. Sometimes sisters or other girls would “tag along.” So there probably wasn’t a girl on the block that didn’t know what little boys looked like before she went to school.

Chrissy knew, from overhearing conversations of older girls, that boys did something with their pee-pees and it was known as “playing with themselves.” She got no more detail than that other than it was something boys were ashamed of doing and they tried to keep it a secret even from other boys.

When she walked in on her brother, he was totally naked even though he wasn’t preparing for a shower – it was the “wrong” time of day anyway.

His penis was big and hard. She rarely saw any in that condition and it confused her when she did. She had no idea why boys did that or how they did that. Also, those were little-boy pee-pees. Eddie’s was huge! It was a lot bigger proportionately than any other boy’s she’d ever seen. Little boys had pinkie sized dinkies. Eddie’s was longer and fatter.

He was also moving his hand up and down the shaft. She wondered how with shaking it that much, how he could aim his pee. Even little boys knew to hold it steady.

Eddie put both hands over his penis as soon as he was aware of her.

She, herself, had already held one on a little boy as he peed in the alley. It was a dare by an older girl, and it was somewhat of a rite of passage for girls in the group.

“What are you doing?” she asked, and then tagged on before he could answer, “I’m telling mom and dad.”

“No, don’t do that! Dad will kill me.”

Chrissy thought for a while. She loved her brother and did want to hurt him, but what little sister could resist the urge to get her older brother in trouble or get one up on him?

“OK, I won’t tell, but you got to let me get a good look at it and I want to touch it.”

Eddie blushed even more and said, “OK.”

He removed his hands from in front of him. She reached out with a tentative fingertip and touched the pee hole.

The stimulus caused his penis to twitch and she pulled back her finger as if she had touched a hot pot, but instead of yelling “ouch,” she giggled.

She tried it again and got the same result. Soon she was poking at it and having a good time.

For his part, Eddie found having his sister violate his body this way extremely embarrassing but had to admit that her touch felt good.

The girl got bolder the more she handled this penis. She even ventured to wrapping her hand around it and squeezing it to gauge its hardness.

She stood there face to face and hand to penis with her brother and asked again, “What were you doing? I’ve seen a lot of little boys making pee. They just sort of hold it. They don’t do whatever it was you were doing?”

“I … I … was,” his voice sunk down so she could barely hear him, “jerking off.”

Chrissy put her free hand up to cover her mouth. “Isn’t that a dirty word. I heard some boys use it.”

“No, we don’t like to talk about it, but every boy does it.”

“I didn’t know that. Do you do it together?”

“NO! That would be queer. I don’t know any boys who are queer.”

“What’s queer?”

“That’s when boys do sex stuff with each other.”

Chrisine blushed again at the word “sex.” She knew that it was not a dirty word, but had an idea that it was a dirty thing.

“Can you show me how you … what did you call it? Oh! Jerk off.”

“I can’t. It’s a very private thing.”

“Pleeeeze,” she said with her little girl sweetness. “I won’t tell if you do. I really want to see it.”

Chrissy had a way to turn on a little girl’s charm that melted boys’ and men’s resolve. She even had her dad and uncles wrapped around her little finger.

Eddie relented. “OK. Take your hand off and I’ll show you.”

Chrissy watched with full attention as her brother started masturbating in front of her. She bent down for a closer look and paid attention to every little detail.

To Eddie, this was a new experience. He never masturbated in front of anyone before and now his kid sister is witnessing the act. He was keenly aware that he was naked and that she was still fully-dressed. It added a bit of kinkiness to the act and seemed to make his penis more sensitive.

He could feel the sexual tension building and as his body started to stiffen and his breathing became erratic, his sister asked, “Are you OK? Are you getting sick.”

Eddie could only nod and managed to grunt out. “OK. Cumming soon.”

Chirstine wondered, “Coming where?” but was immediately distracted as his brother gave out a groan and shot a jet of white liquid out of his penis.

“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, “What is that?”

She was surprised again as he did it again and again for about a minute.

“Is that big boy pee?”

“No, it’s sperm.”

“What’s sperm?”

“It’s the stuff that makes babies.”

He could see that his sister was genuinely confused. “Ask mom. I think you’re old enough for her to have a talk with you.

The whole thing will make a lot more sense now that you’ve seen this, just don’t tell mom you’ve seen this or that we’re doing this.”

“OK,” the girl thought, making a mental note.

She then went on, “That was fun to watch. How often do you do this?”

“Not often enough. I’d do it every day, but I have to wait until everyone is out of the house. Mom and dad are out often enough, but …”

Chrissy interrupted, “It’s ME! I’m always around. Silly boy, now that I know you do it, you can do it when I’m around.”

“But I …”

“No, I insist on it. Every time mom and dad are out, I want you to get naked and do this thing for me. Come on, you like doing it, don’t you?”

“Yes but …”

“No buts. You will do it for me or else I tell.”

Eddie bowed his head. His sister had defeated him.

-=o=-

Chrissy managed to get her brother to masturbate for her a couple of times a week. At first Eddie had problems with it but then realized that he was probably getting it off more than any other boy in the neighborhood.

His sister was a pretty enough girl, albeit on the young side, and it turned him on to see the joy in her face as she watched him masturbate.

They were only at it a couple of times when Chrissy said, “Let me try it.”

“What?”

“I’ve watched you do it several times now and I think I can do it. I want to jerk you off.”

Eddie didn’t know how to reply.

His sister answered her own question by reaching out and taking hold of his erected penis. “I’ve touched it before, remember.”

It felt funny having some other hand than his touching his organ, but his sister learned well. Her technique was somewhat different than his but it felt good. One thing he did notice was that when a song came on the radio, she adjusted her tempo to correspond to the music.

One thing she could not do was feel when the impending ejaculation would occur. This was the point where, if he were doing it, Eddie increased the pressure and speed of his jerking off.

So she had him linger there in a frustrating sexual tension. However, when she did make him cum, it was better than what he usually did.

From that point on, it was he who suggested that she masturbate him. He even gave up doing it himself.

She pressed her luck, “If you want me to keep doing it, I’m going to have to let Angel (her real name was Angelina) and Karen know. I’m giving up my play time with them so I can do you.”

“You can’t let them see me.”

“Why not? They’ve been my friends since kindergarten. They’re over the house all the time. They’re wondering why I am not inviting them.

Besides, do it or I tell mom and dad.”


Angela and Karen

Sister and brother went out onto the street. It didn’t take long for them to find the two girls as they were playing “A, my name is Alice.” They were trying to synchronize their bouncing and their rhymes.

Chrissy pulled them aside and said, “Remember when I told you I saw my brother’s penis?” Penis was a new word for the girls. Eddie had corrected his sister, and she spread the word to the rest of the girls in her playgroup. It made her feel important to know the adult word for it.

They nodded.

“Do you want to see it?”

They nodded again.

“This time I’ll show you how I can make him make ‘white pee.’ It’s something only boys can do.”

“Great,” Karen said, “Let’s go to the alleyway and do it.”

“This is too good for the alleyway. My parents are out. We can do it at my house.”

The four of them trekked off to the Daily house.

“Wait here, girls,” Chistine said. “My brother and I have something worked out. I’ve already seen him naked. He’s used to getting undressed for me. He’s very nervous about doing this with other girls around.

So, I’m going to have him get undressed in my room and then I’ll call you in when we’re ready.”

The two girls waited in the hallway whispering back and forth to each other and giggling.

“I heard about girls who have seen older boys,” Karen said. “My cousin, Barbara, is one of them, but she never mentioned anything about making them make white pee.”

“I wonder how big he is. I’ve heard that bigger boys have bigger penises.”

Inside Chrissy’s room, Eddie was getting undressed.

“I really love that you are doing this for me, bro.”

“It’s not like I have a choice.”

“Oh yes you do. I can always tell mom and dad, and you will get into big trouble, but then the game would be over for me, too. Besides you like it and you know it.

You told me that boys get hard when they get sexually excited. Every time you get naked for me, you get hard. So you like being naked in front of me.

Now you have two more girls to see you naked. That should make it three times the fun.

Are you ready?”

“I guess so.”

Chrissy walked to the door and opened it. “He’s ready, girls. Come on in.”

The two girls walked into the room. Karen let out a screech and put her hand over her mouth and said, “He’s NAKED!”

Angel put both hands up to her face and just giggled.

“Of course, he’s naked,” Chrissy replied, “He has to be naked to get to his penis and do it.”

“No, I meant he has absolutely no clothes on at all. Most of the time when we see pee-pees, the boys just take it out of their fly. Sometimes they pull their pants down.”

“Not in this house,” Chrissy said proudly. “In this house boys are totally naked when in the presence of a girl.”

“Do you mean he’s naked all the time?” Angel asked.

“Not all the time. Obviously, he’s not naked when mom and dad are around. Then there are times when there’s just not enough time to make it worthwhile. But he does spend a lot of hours with me without his clothes on.”

“Wow, I wish I could do that with my brothers.”

“Me, too,” Karen put in.

“Can we touch it?” Karen asked.

“Of course,” Chrissy replied without consulting her brother.

Karen reached out. She still had her ball in her hand. She touched it to the tip of his penis and it twitched. She giggled and tried it again. Again, it reacted.

“That looks like fun,” Angel stated. “Can I try it?”

She took her friend’s place and was bolder at rubbing her ball against his penis.

Chrissy spoke up, “He’s MY brother. Now it’s my turn to do him.” She went and got her ball.

The three girls took turns rubbing their balls against his penis. They even tried doing it all at once.

Chrissy asked, “Eddie, you seem to be enjoying this. How does it feel?”

“It feels really great, but you girls are getting me very excited. I really need to cum.”

“You’re right. We’re here for a purpose. Let’s stop playing like this for a while and my brother and I will put on a squirt show for you.”

“It looks like he started. My ball is wet. Did he pee on it?” Karen noted.

“Mine too,” Angel admitted.

“He does that when he gets excited. So, I guess he’s right. He is excited. Let’s have some fun.

Get comfortable, girls. Let me show you how to make a boy make white pee. Actually, it’s sperm, but white pee is more fun to say.”

Chrissy grabbed her brother’s penis and started stroking. By now she had masturbated him at least a dozen times and was quite proficient at it. Even her brother admitted about how good she got.

Karen and Angel were sitting on the bed and leaning forward to get a better look. They were paying close attention to every detail.

Chrissy noted that her brother’s penis felt harder and hotter than it ever did before. It didn’t take too many pumps for him to shoot his load. There seemed to be more of it, and he seemed to have shot it further.

Eddie felt his ejaculation coming from a long way off. When it came, it hit him so hard, he thought he would faint. He barely managed to maintain his balance.

His sister had shown him a new level of pleasure before, but this was the best ejaculation he had at her hand.

Angel and Karen squealed with delight as they watched his penis pump out squirt after squirt of white pee.

“Wow,” Christine said, “that’s quite a mess you made. Get some paper towels and clean it up. Take a shower and clean yourself up.”

As Eddie was taking his shower, Angel asked, “Can we do that thing with the ball again? That was fun.”

“Yes, I’d like to do it again, too,” Karen added.

“Why not? We have the house to ourselves for another couple of hours.”

Eddie came out of the shower. His sister urged him, “Don’t get dressed. We still want to play with you.”

She directed him to the center of her bedroom and the girls again too turns rubbing the ball against his penis. They soon had him erected to his full hardness.

Angel giggled as she bounced his penis off the ball like playing the game with a rubber ball attached to a paddle by a rubber band.

But mostly the girls concentrated on experimenting with different rubbing styles. They even asked Eddie which ones he liked the best.

For Eddie the sensation was like nothing else he ever felt before. The rubber had a texture that tickled his penis in the most tempting way.

The girls could hold the ball and manipulate it to roll gently across his frenulum or grab it tightly causing the rubber to skid along his flesh. They controlled the pressure and they controlled how fast they rubbed him. In fact, the girls controlled all aspects of the masturbation.

It was pleasure and agony for the boy. It was pleasure because the girls were stimulating his penis in ways that he never experienced before.

It was agony because just as each girl got him close to climax, she would stop and turn over the ball to the next girl. Orgasm was just out of reach of his fingertips. If only he could use his fingertips.

Each time a new girl took over, he was at a higher state of excitement than the girl before her. Eventually the plateau was too high. He had almost cum on Angel’s ball when she handed him over to Karen. Karen only had to make a few rubs before his dam broke.

He managed to call out “Keep rubbing, keep rubbing.”

The girl soldiered through. Karen was surprised by how hot his semen felt on her hand. She felt a measure of revulsion but she also felt great satisfaction in causing him to ejaculate. She knew that she was the one to make it happen. It was his penis, his body and she made it do what she wanted it to do.

Chrissy and Angel squealed with delight as they watched their friend milk his ejaculate from his not-so-reluctant organ.

They had seen him cum before, but this seemed a more dramatic and messier affair. His cum flew everywhere and there seemed to be so much of it!

Karen gave up only when her hand got tired and there was no more cum coming out of his penis.

Eddie collapsed in a chair breathing heavily.

Eventually, everyone recovered and the girls went about cleaning up the mess on the floor and on the boy since it was clear he was in no condition to do so.

“Girls,” Chrissy stated, “we got to do that again.”

“Please not now,” begged Eddie, in a weak voice. “The ball works so good, I have no doubt that you could make it happen, but I can’t take anymore.”

“How about tomorrow?” the girl suggested.

The two other girls nodded vigorously. The three of them looked at Eddie who smiled back at him. “That was so good, I want you to do it every day.”


-=Epilog=-

It did become a routine affair. Karen brought in her kid sister, Susie who was only 9. She was a good counterpart to Angel’s younger brother Sam who was also 9. Being a young boy he had only dry cums and Eddie had to explain that only older boys could squirt semen.

Nonetheless the girls enjoyed doing it to him because they liked his reaction. Eventually they got Angel’s older brother, Tony, involved.

The practice spread to the rest of the girls and boys in the playgroup and other playgroups as well. The alleyway was never so busy, only now it was not just limited to older girls escorting younger boys. It now sometimes involved younger girls with older boys. From the boys’ point of view, it didn’t matter if the girl was younger, or if she was pretty, or if she was overweight or if she was underdeveloped. All that mattered was how good she was with a ball in her hand.

This led to some interesting courtships with the girls competing for the biggest penis and the boys competing for the girls who used their balls the best. The boys didn’t have complete control over the process. Those with sisters who had daily control over their penises, often had their mates chosen for them: sort of like arranged marriages of old times.

Many times, multiple girls escorted multiple boys to the alley and the girls held contests to see who could shoot her boy first or who could shoot him the farthest.

“A, my name is Alice” was no longer the girls’ favorite game to play with a rubber ball.