It’s Rude to Point

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It’s Rude to Point

Synopsis

Tommy is a 15-year-old boy that has a problem. Or, at least, his mother thinks he has a problem. She believes that he is willfully being rude by making his penis point whenever he chooses. When he wakes up in the morning, after his showers, and even at his little sister, Lisa. She decides to teach him a lesson by making him stay naked until he can act more civilized.

Sarah is a 15-year-old girl with a mischievous side and a wicked imagination. When she catches Tommy out in his backyard completely naked, she decides to concoct a devious scheme, one that will make Tommy's mother believe that he's a very sick boy. And Sarah, of course, is the one with the only treatment that can help him.

Chapter 1

I still remember the first time Mom found me with a boner. I was twelve. The way her face got all twisted up with anger still pops into my head sometimes. She spat that boys weren't supposed to let their things point, like I'd planned it just to mess with her. She couldn't get it that my body had a mind of its own, that I couldn't make stop. What she called that "nasty habit" wasn't even what I was doing, but she said it proved I didn't know how to act in front of girls, like the way a certain part of me reacted showed what kind of person I was. I'd learn to stop it, she warned, or else I'd really be in trouble. But I didn't really know what to do. So I just hoped it would go away, but it didn't. And as I got older, it only got harder.

You see, my mom had my younger sister, Lisa, and me. But there was never a dad in the picture. My dad died when I was just a baby, so I never knew him. He was in the army, Mom says. And Lisa's dad? He just took off before Lisa was even born. So, it's always been just the three of us. Us against the world, Mom used to say.

Mom just doesn't get guys, you know? She never really had a boyfriend or anything that I can remember. It's not like there were guys coming over for dinner, or even just calling on the phone. It was like she decided men were just too much trouble after she had us. So everything I was learning, she was trying to teach me from this book she had, or from what her own mom told her, which was, like, a hundred years ago. That's why she's so weird about this stuff. All her info on how boys are supposed to act is old and busted. She thinks we can control everything with our minds. She has no idea that sometimes, your body just... does stuff. And that's how I ended up in this mess. She's trying to teach me to be a gentleman, but it's like getting taught to swim by someone who's only ever read a book about water.

At fifteen, I messed up again. I'd just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in my damp towel, as I padded into my room. It was the perfect chance, I thought, as I closed my door and dropped my towel, looking at myself in the mirror. The only way I had really found to keep from "pointing" as my mom put it, was to handle it myself before it got too big, before it got out of control. I reached down, my fingers curling around it, and my eyes drifted shut. The feeling was a secret comfort. It made me feel powerful and less alone, like I was in on a joke that the rest of the world didn't know.

I was getting into a rhythm when...

"Tommy! Hey! You wanna play some video games?"

My little sister's voice, loud and bright, crashed through the moment. My eyes snapped open and there was Lisa, standing in my doorway, her grin freezing as she saw me.

Oh god.

My blood went cold, my whole body went rigid with shock. I snatched my towel and held it over myself as fast as I could, but it was too late.

"Oh my god!" Lisa shrieked, her eyes wide like she had just seen an alien.

"Lisa! Get out!" I yelled, my voice cracking. I felt a hot wave of embarrassment, hot and burning my face. Mom's voice echoed in my head, her warning about what I did. Now Lisa knew. Now Lisa would tell.

I thought she was just going to run, but she stood there for a second more, her mouth making a little 'o' shape. "Tommy, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and alarm.

"Nothing," I stammered, my face burning with humiliation. "Just getting dressed."

"But your penis is sticking up," she said, her eyes wide. "It's pointing right at me!"

I tried to pull away, but she moved faster than me. "I'm telling mom," she said, her voice tight. "I'm telling her you were pointing at me!" Then she ran.

I wanted to sink into the floor. This was exactly what Mom warned me about. Lisa's footsteps echoed down the hallway, and I could already hear her calling for our mom. The words she used were wrong, but Mom wouldn't care. She'd only hear that I was "pointing" at my little sister. And I would be in so much trouble.

I had to stop Lisa. I had to explain.

I scrambled, forgetting all about my state of undress, and bolted into the hallway. "Lisa, wait!" I yelled, my towel forgotten on the floor of my bedroom.

I caught up with her just as she reached the living room. Mom was there, folding laundry on the couch. "Mom! Mom!" Lisa shouted, pointing a finger back at me.

I saw my mom's head snap up. Her eyes met mine, and then they flickered down. I froze, completely exposed, realizing too late that I was naked. Her expression went from curious to angry in a split second. The shame was so intense I thought I might actually die right there on the spot.

"What is going on?" Mom demanded, her voice sharp. "Tommy, why are you pointing? In front of your little sister? That's very rude!"

"It's not what it looks like!" I stammered, my hands flying to cover myself. "It just does that! I can't control it!"

"Don't you lie to me, Thomas William Miller," she said, her voice cold. "I've told you about this. I've warned you. This is impolite, especially with your sister."

"It wasn't pointing at her! I wasn't even thinking about her! I was just-"

But I couldn't finish. There was no way I could explain what I was really doing in my room. That was a whole other level of trouble.

"That's it, Tommy! That is absolutely it!" Mom snapped, standing up and dropping a folded t-shirt on the floor. She marched over to me, her steps hard and loud. "You will stand right here. Right in this spot. And you will not move until you can behave yourself."

She pointed a finger at the carpet in the middle of the living room. The spot was right in front of the big TV. Right where anyone walking by could see.

"But Mom!" I whined, my voice cracking with the unfairness of it all.

"No buts. You made a bad choice, now you deal with the consequences," she said, her face like a stone. "You will stand here until you learn how to behave like a proper young man. I know you can control your penis, and you're choosing to act like a heathen with it."

She nudged me with her elbow, pushing me toward the spot she'd picked. I shuffled over, my hands clutched over my crotch, trying to hide my shame. The carpet felt weird and scratchy under my bare feet. I'd never felt so naked in my whole life.

Lisa was watching us, her eyes wide. She wasn't smiling or laughing, just watching. It was like she was taking notes, her brain whirring, figuring out this new, strange game.

"Hands at your sides, Thomas," Mom ordered. Her voice was sharp.

I shook my head. I couldn't. Not now. Not with Lisa watching.

"Do it," Mom said, her voice dropping lower, making it clear she wasn't playing.

Slowly, my hands dropped to my sides. I stared at the floor, my face burning so hot I thought steam might come out of my ears. I could feel Lisa's eyes on me. I could feel Mom's eyes on me. It was the longest, most awful second of my life.

"I have to go finish the laundry," Mom said, turning to leave the room. "You will stay here, Tommy. Don't you dare move. And when you're ready to act like a civilized person, you may go to your room and get dressed." She gave me one last, hard look before she left, leaving me alone with my little sister.

I stood there, trying to think of everything boring in the world. Math homework. Cleaning my room. That documentary about rocks they made us watch at school. Anything to make it go down. But it was no use. The more I tried, the worse it got. The shame was like a hot spotlight, making it even harder to ignore.

Lisa took a step closer. "So," she said, her voice a little too casual. "Why don't you just point it down?" She had this little grin on her face, like she'd just solved the world's hardest puzzle.

"It's not a finger, Lisa," I mumbled, still staring at the carpet. "It's not like I can aim it."

"That's a lie," she said, poking me in the side. I flinched away, my hands instinctively starting to move back to cover myself before I remembered Mom's rule. "That's not what mom says. You're pointing right at me."

"I'm not!" I insisted, my voice cracking with frustration. "It just... sticks up! It's broken!"

"Broken," she repeated, testing the word. "Like when my video game freezes?"

"Yeah! Exactly like that!" I said, grasping onto the idea. "It's frozen. Pointing up. I can't fix it."

Lisa put her hands on her hips, thinking. Then, her face lit up. "I know!" she said, and before I could stop her, she ran and grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table. She pointed it at me. "Reset!" she shouted, pushing a button.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "That's not how it works," I groaned. This was a nightmare.

"Aww, it didn't work," she said, pouting a little. She moved even closer, her head tilted to the side, examining me like I was some weird bug she'd found in the backyard. "What if I just... poke it?" she suggested, her finger getting way too close for comfort.

"Don't you dare!" I yelped, jumping back. "Don't touch it!"

"Why not? Maybe that will reset it," she said with a shrug.

"It's not a video game, Lisa!" I was getting desperate. My whole face felt like it was on fire. "Just... go away. Please."

"But Mom said you have to stand here," she pointed out, a smug little smile playing on her lips. "She didn't say I had to leave."

She was right. And she knew it. This was the beginning of a whole new kind of torture. A kind only a little sister could invent. She circled me once, like a shark. I felt her eyes on me everywhere.

"You know," she said, stopping in front of me again, "I could tell Mom you're still pointing. I could tell her you're not even trying to make it point down. I could tell her you like pointing at me."

My heart sank. "No. You wouldn't."

"I could," she said, her voice a sing-song taunt. "And then she'd probably make you stand here naked all day. Maybe all week."

The threat was enough. It was so horrible, the image of standing here, naked, for days on end, that something inside me just... clicked. It was like all the blood in my body rushed away from my stupid, broken penis and ran to hide somewhere else. The fear of a longer punishment was stronger than the shame I was feeling right now.

Lisa's eyes got wide. She leaned in closer, peering. "Whoa."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was finally going down. The thing that had caused all this trouble was shrinking away.

"It's working!" she shrieked, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated glee. "I fixed you!"

She did a little victory dance right there in the living room, pumping her fists in the air. "I'm the best sister ever! I cured you!"

I didn't care if she took the credit. I didn't care if she thought she was a magician. All I cared about was that it was over. I could feel my body relaxing, the tight knot in my stomach starting to loosen.

"Mom! Mom!" she yelled again, but this time, her voice was full of excitement. "Tommy's not pointing anymore!"

I heard Mom's footsteps coming back down the hall. I braced myself, expecting another angry lecture, but when she walked in, she saw what was happening. She saw me, standing there, no longer... pointing. And she saw Lisa, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her face beaming with pride.

"See? Look," Lisa said, puffing out her chest.

Mom looked from me to Lisa and then back again. Her expression was still stern, but a little bit of the anger seemed to fade away. "Well," she said, her voice softer, and she seemed to get a smile. "Tommy, that's good. I'm glad you're finally taking my advice and learning to behave yourself. I'm glad my lectures and discipline are finally paying off. You may go get dressed now. I hope this is the last time you have to learn this lesson." She said it with a tired sigh, as if she was just so done with it all.

I didn't wait for her to say anything else. I practically sprinted back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding in my chest, and let out a long, shaky breath. I was free. I could get dressed.

But as I pulled on my jeans and a hoodie, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of my problems. It wouldn't be long before I'd get a boner again. I had no idea what I would do then. Lisa thought she'd fixed me. Mom thought she'd disciplined me. But I knew the truth. It was only a matter of time before I "pointed" again.

Each day was like a game of trying not to set off a bomb. I'd wake up to find a stubborn part of my body standing at attention, and I'd have to race to the bathroom, my thoughts scrambling for anything that might make it go away - cold water, reciting my times tables, picturing my football coach's angry face. It was exhausting. I started taking really cold showers in the morning, just to make sure I was safe before my mom or sister saw me. My whole life became about hiding.

Then came the Friday that changed everything. It was one of those three-day weekends off school. I had managed to keep my penis in check all week, a personal best. I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal, feeling almost normal for the first time in weeks. Lisa came in, dressed in her favorite pink swimsuit, her hair in two neat braids. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Mom's taking me to the community pool today," she announced, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "She says it's gonna be super hot."

I couldn't help but notice how my sister looked in that swimsuit. It was hard not to look, especially since I've been holding everything in for so long. And of course, just as I was thinking about it, the familiar twitch started. I could feel the blood rushing, that dreaded tightness in my shorts. No, no, not now. I crossed my legs, trying to be subtle, but it was like trying to hide a growing tree under a napkin.

Lisa must have seen the panic in my eyes because she smirked. "Mom, look at Tommy's shorts. I think his penis is getting rude again."

Mom's eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "Is that true, Tommy? Stand up. Let me see."

My face burned. I stood up slowly, my erection poking out against the thin material of my shorts. It was obvious to everyone.

"I thought we were past this," Mom sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment. "You know what I said would happen if I caught you doing this again. Clothes off, now."

"What? Here?" I gasped, looking around the kitchen. "But Lisa is right there!"

"So? Lisa has seen it all before. We wouldn't have to do this if you'd just learn how to behave. Your rudeness is getting out of hand, young man."

She was right about one thing, Lisa had seen me naked before. And that thought made things even worse.

"Mom, please," I begged. "I'll make it go down, I promise."

"Nope. You've lost your clothing privileges until you can learn to control yourself," she said, her voice flat and serious. "Now, strip."

I could see in her eyes that there was no arguing. My hands trembled as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, my cheeks burning with shame. Then I slowly, reluctantly, pulled down my shorts and my boxers. I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, completely naked, my erection pointing straight out, looking like a big, stupid arrow of shame.

I crossed my hands over my crotch, trying to hide it, but Mom just glared at me.

"Hands at your sides, Tommy. Now."

I let my hands drop, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over me. There was no escaping it. Lisa was watching me with wide, curious eyes, her mouth slightly open.

"Good," Mom said. "Now, since you're acting in such a nasty way, I won't be able to take your sister to the pool. I hope you're happy about ruining your sister's fun."

"No! Mom, I'm sorry!" I cried out, hating that my mistake was hurting Lisa. I didn't want to be a bad big brother.

"Well, sorry doesn't change the fact that I can't leave you alone in the house when you can't behave yourself," Mom said, her voice firm. "So, you will go play outside in the backyard until you can learn to behave. And Lisa will help me by putting sunscreen on you. I don't want you getting a sunburn all over."

This was getting worse and worse. Playing outside naked? While Lisa put sunscreen on me? My stomach churned.

Lisa, on the other hand, seemed thrilled. "Okay!" she chirped, dropping her apple and digging into her pool bag. She pulled out a bright blue bottle of sunscreen.

"Remember to be thorough, Lisa," Mom said, picking up her phone and scrolling through it like she was bored of this whole conversation. "Especially in those sensitive places. We don't want his penis and balls getting burned. That would be even more unpleasant."

I felt like I was going to be sick.

Lisa squeezed a big blob of white lotion into her hand. "Okay, Tommy," she said, her voice all business. "Stand still. I'll be quick."

She started with my back, her hands cool and slippery. It felt weird and ticklish. Then she moved to my chest and arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything else, but all I could feel was her hands on my skin.

Then she knelt down in front of me. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs. I knew what was coming next.

She put more sunscreen on her hands and reached out. Her small, slippery fingers wrapped around my erection.

A weird jolt went through my body. It felt good... Really good. Too good. I couldn't stop it. It was like a sneeze, you can feel it building up and you know you can't stop it. I made a weird noise, a mix between a gasp and a choke. A sudden spasm shook me, and before I knew it, a spurt... my semen... shot out of the tip of my penis and landed right on Lisa's swimsuit covered chest!

"Woah! What was that?" Lisa yelped, jumping back and looking at the wet spot on her chest. She touched it with her finger. "It's warm."

My eyes flew open. I saw what I did. My whole body went rigid. I felt a wave of something new, something even worse than shame. It was pure, raw fear.

Mom's head snapped up from her phone. Her eyes locked onto the little wet spot on Lisa's chest. "What is that?" she demanded.

"I don't know!" Lisa cried, looking at her hand, then at me.

"Thomas," Mom said, her voice low and dangerous. "What did you just do?"

"I... I didn't mean to!" I stammered, my voice trembling. "It just... happened!"

"It just happened?" Mom repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. She put her phone down on the table with a loud thud. "You spat on your sister? On purpose?"

"Spat?" I was so confused.

"Spat, from your penis! That's what you just did. That's what this stuff is," Mom accused, pointing at my sister.

I felt my blood run cold. She thought... she thought I did that on purpose? Like a spitball? I couldn't even form the words to explain what really happened. It was too complicated. And I was too scared.

"I didn't!" I insisted, my voice shaking. "I swear!"

"Liar," Mom hissed. "You are lying. After everything, I've tried to teach you. This is the most disgusting, rude, and disgusting thing you have ever done!" she was furious.

"I'm not lying!"

"Then explain it," Mom challenged, her hands on her hips. "Explain why your penis just spat on your sister."

I opened my mouth. I closed it. I had no idea what to say. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

"That's what I thought," Mom said, her voice cold. "Go outside! I don't even want to look at you right now!" Her voice got higher, full of angry, disappointed energy. She just pointed at the back door.

Lisa was still staring at the wet spot on her chest, her face a mask of confusion and a little bit of grossed-out curiosity. She wiped the tiny dot off with her finger, looking at it.

I didn't need to be told twice. I stumbled backward, my bare feet slapping against the cool linoleum floor, and pushed my way through the back door. I stood on the wooden steps, the hot sun instantly making my skin feel tight and prickly. The screen door slammed shut behind me with a loud bang, trapping me in my naked, shamed prison.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I just had to get through this. A few hours, and then I could go back inside, back to the relative safety of my room. I would just have to explain to my mom how my body really worked. How I couldn't control it.

I scanned the yard, looking for a spot where I might be hidden from prying eyes. But it was no use. The yard was small, and the fence was low. There was really nowhere to hide.

I sank down onto one of the lawn chair, my knees pulled up to my chest, trying to cover myself as much as possible. I could feel the cool plastic against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun.

Just as I was starting to relax a little, I heard a voice. A familiar voice.

"Hey, Tommy."

My head snapped up, my eyes wide with horror. It was Sarah, a neighbor girl from down the street. She was standing on the other side of the fence that separated our yard from the road. She was in my class at school, a girl I'd had a crush on for months. We used to be friends, but had grown apart over the years. And here she was, staring right at me, a smirk playing on her lips. She was wearing a short pink skirt and tight white tank top, her blonde hair in a neat ponytail.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

My whole body went cold with a new wave of shame. Sarah was seeing me naked. Sarah, the girl whose name I doodled in my notebook. The girl who I thought was the prettiest girl in the whole school.

I jumped up from the lawn chair, my hands flying to cover my crotch. "What are you doing here?" I squeaked, my voice cracking.

"Just going for a walk," she said, her voice smooth and a little too casual. "Saw you through the fence. Couldn't help but notice you're not wearing any clothes."

Her eyes flickered down to my hands, then back up to my face. Her smirk widened.

"It's... it's not what it looks like," I stammered, my face burning so hot I thought it might actually catch fire.

"Oh, really? It looks like you're naked in your backyard," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let me guess, you've become a nudist all of a sudden?"

"No, it's... it's my mom," I managed to say, the words tumbling out in a rush. "She's punishing me."

"Punishing you for what?" Sarah asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.

For what? For being a boy? For having a body that wouldn't listen? I didn't know how to explain it without making it sound worse.

"For being rude," I finally said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

"Rude? How were you being rude?" she pressed, her gaze unwavering.

"I was... pointing," I mumbled, my eyes fixed on the ground.

Sarah's laughter rang out, loud and clear. "Pointing? You mean your penis was erect? In front of your mom and sister?"

I nodded, my face burning with shame.

"And they're making you stay out here, naked, as punishment?" she asked, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. "Why?"

"They think I can control it," I explained, my voice barely a whisper. "My mom thinks boys can choose if their penis points or not. She thinks I'm doing it on purpose to be... rude."

Sarah was quiet for a moment, her expression unreadable. "They don't understand," she said, her voice softening a little. "They don't know that boys can't always control when that happens."

I looked up, surprised. "You... you get it?"

"Of course I do," she said with a little shrug. "It's biology. But it's also kind of funny." She grinned at me again, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes. "From a certain point of view, you know?"

I didn't think it was funny at all. I thought it was humiliating. But I also felt a strange sense of relief that someone finally understood.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked, my voice small.

"Why would I be mad?" she said, taking a step closer to the fence. "If anything, I think it's a little amusing that your mom could be so... clueless."

I made a big sigh of relief. At least someone understood some of what I had been going through. "Thanks," I said, a little bit more calm. "It's nice to have someone who's on my side."

Sarah's smile widened. "Oh, I am definitely on your side, Tommy." Her gaze dropped down to my hands, still clutched over my crotch. "So, you're just going to be naked out here all day?"

"I guess," I mumbled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

"Hmm," she said, tapping a finger against her chin. "You know, Tommy, I could go tell your mom that you're pointing at me right now. From over here."

My blood ran cold. "What?? No! Please don't. I thought you were on my side!" I was panicking.

"Calm down," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not going to. Not unless you give me a reason to." There was a new look in her eyes, a spark of something I couldn't quite place. It was a little scary, but also... kind of exciting. "I won't say anything. On one condition."

"What?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Move your hands," she said simply. "Let me get a proper look. You're hiding the best part." She giggled. "I want to see what all the fuss is about."

I couldn't believe what she was asking. Let her look? Let Sarah, the prettiest girl in school, see everything? My penis, which was already feeling a bit perky again from all this crazy attention, seemed to throb in agreement with her request.

But if I didn't... she'd tell my mom. She'd get me in even more trouble. And mom would think I did it on purpose, just like with Lisa.

"I... I can't," I stammered, shaking my head. "My mom will kill me."

"Your mom isn't here, Tommy. I am," she said, her voice firm but playful. "And I'm the one who can either make this day a whole lot worse for you, or a whole lot better. Your choice."

The threat hung in the air between us. I looked at her, really looked at her. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight, making it look like a halo. Her blue eyes were sparkling with a mix of amusement and... something else. Something I couldn't quite name, but it made my stomach feel fluttery.

Slowly, my hands dropped to my sides.

"Good boy," she said, her smile widening into a full-blown grin. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes traveling down my body, taking their time. "Now, come closer. To the fence."

My legs felt like they were made of lead, but I forced myself to move. I took a step, then another, until I was standing right in front of the wooden fence, so close I could smell the faint scent of her perfume.

Her gaze was direct and unashamed. She was looking at my penis like it was a fascinating new toy.

"So that's what it looks like, huh? It's... cute." A small giggle escaped her lips.

A blush crept up my neck, burning my cheeks all over again. Cute? My penis was cute? "Cute?" I choked out. It was the last word I would have used to describe the 5-inch organ that was the source of all my humiliation.

"Mmmhmm. It's like a pink baby carrot," she teased.

I wanted to die. A baby carrot? I hated her. I loved her. I was so confused.

"Well, I'll see you later, Tommy. It was so nice getting to see all of you this way. So much better than seeing you at school," she said with a wave.

Before I could say a word, she turned and walked away. I just stood there, naked and confused, the feeling of her gaze still making my skin tingle.

I didn't have long to be alone with my thoughts. The back door slid open, and my mom came out, followed by Lisa. My first instinct was to panic, to cover myself, but I fought it. I just stood there, hoping she would be happy that I wasn't "pointing." My penis, to my immense relief, was soft and hanging down. I guess the inadvertent release my sister had given me earlier had bought me some time.

Mom was carrying a tray. On it was a tall glass of lemonade and a plate with some sandwiches and cookies. Lisa had her own glass of lemonade.

"See, Lisa? I told you he could behave if he tried," Mom said, her voice surprisingly calm as she set the tray down on the small patio table. She glanced at me, her eyes giving me a quick, professional-looking once-over, like she was checking my homework. "You're being a good boy, Tommy. I'm proud of you. Your penis isn't pointing anymore."

A wave of relief so strong it almost made my knees buckle washed over me. She was proud of me. She thought I'd fixed it.

"Thanks, Mom," I mumbled, my eyes fixed on the cookies.

"You're welcome," she said. "Here's some lunch. And if you behave yourself, I'll let you get dressed as soon as we're done eating. But only if you promise to be more respectful with your body."

"I promise," I said, my voice full of relief. "I really do."

Lisa took a big gulp of her lemonade, her eyes wide as she watched me. "See? I told you I helped fix him."

"Yes, you did, sweetie," Mom said with a small, tired smile. "You were a very big help."

I grabbed one of the sandwiches and practically shoved it in my mouth, my stomach rumbling with a hunger I hadn't realized I had. I just wanted to eat, get dressed, and pretend this whole day had never happened.

Just as I was finishing my second sandwich, I saw a flash of pink and white, out of the corner of my eye. Sarah was back. She was walking towards us, a confident smile on her face.

Oh no. What now?

My heart started hammering against my ribs again. I froze, sandwich halfway to my mouth.

"Hello, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, coming through the gate, her voice as sweet as pie. "Is that Tommy with you? It's been such a long time since we've hung out outside of school."

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Of all the times for her to show up, she had to pick now. When I was eating lunch. In the backyard. Naked. No way, she hadn't planned this.

"He's right here, Sarah," Mom said, gesturing towards me with her lemonade glass. "But as you can see, we're in the middle of something."

"Oh, I can see," Sarah said, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked me over again. "Tommy, you're not wearing any clothes! What's going on?"

"He's being punished, dear," Mom said.

"Punished for what?" Sarah asked, leaning against the fence post like she was settling in for a long chat.

"He was being rude with his body," Mom said, her voice dropping to a low, warning tone.

"Rude? How, Mrs. Miller? Tommy is always so sweet and polite at school," Sarah said, and I could have kissed her for that. For a second, anyway.

"He was pointing at his little sister with his penis," Mom said, her voice flat with disapproval. "He has a bad habit, and he's being taught a lesson."

"Pointing?" Sarah said, her voice full of fake innocence. "Oh! You mean he had an erection! In front of his sister? That is so... naughty."

The way she said that last word made a shiver go down my spine. It was both terrifying and… something else. Something that made a low buzz start deep in my belly.

"It is," Mom said, her eyes flashing. "And he needs to learn that that is not acceptable behavior. Especially with his sister. He even spit at her earlier! Right from his rude penis!" she added, and my face went up in flames all over again.

"He spat? With his penis?" Sarah's eyes went wide, but it wasn't shock I saw there. It was excitement. A greedy, hungry kind of excitement. "Oh my. I had no idea Tommy was so misbehaved."

"It is not a laughing matter," Mom snapped, her patience clearly wearing thin.

"I'm not laughing, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, nodding like she was a wise old woman and not a girl in my class. "Boys can be so... difficult sometimes. My brother likes to pretend he can't control his penis, but I think we all know that's not true. Why, boys can control their penises just as if they were an arm or a leg."

Oh, she was good. So, so good. She was saying everything my mom wanted to hear.

"I'm glad you understand, Sarah," Mom said, relaxing a little.

"Yes, well, I just came over to see if Tommy wanted to hang out. But I can see he's a little... occupied. At the moment," Sarah said, "Could I perhaps have a glass of that lemonade? It looks so good! And I'd love to sit with you and Lisa if that's okay. We could even talk about this Tommy problem. Maybe I could help."

Oh, that was a low blow. She was using my mom to get to me.

My mom glanced at the lemonade pitcher, then back at Sarah's pretty face. "I suppose so," she said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table. "Just stay for a little while."

Sarah's smile was triumphant. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller. You're so kind."

She sauntered over to the patio table, her hips swaying. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table-top, bringing her face close to mine. And as she leaned, the neckline of her tight white tank top drooped. I couldn't help it. My eyes dropped.

Right there, just inches from my face, was the perfect view of her cleavage. The soft roundness of her small breasts, pushed together by the fabric of her top. I could even see the faint hint of pink of her bra at the edges. My whole body went rigid.

"It's a shame he has to learn his lesson like this, but he brought it upon himself," she continued, her voice full of fake sympathy. But her eyes were fixed on mine, and I knew she knew exactly what I was looking at.

And then, to make it a hundred times worse, she leaned even closer, her blonde hair falling around her face. Her gaze dropped from my face, down, down, down to my lap, to the place where my penis was resting, innocent and harmless.

A slow smile spread across her lips as she looked back up at me. "It looks like he's behaving now, though. That's good."

Her words were meant for my mom, but her eyes were for me. And my treacherous body, the traitor, responded to the sight of her, to her nearness, to the low, conspiratorial tone of her voice. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Her blue eyes were wide, glinting with triumph. She leaned in a little more, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my ear. "Uh oh, Tommy. Looks like you're about to be in trouble again," she whispered to me, her voice a low, teasing purr that sent a jolt straight to my groin. "It's pointing right at me."

My face felt like it was on fire. I was trapped. Her breasts were right there, and my penis was standing up, pointing right at her, just like she said.

"Mrs. Miller, look," Sarah said, her voice suddenly loud and innocent, pulling away from me. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger right at my lap.

My mom looked, her face immediately hardening. The small amount of trust I had earned evaporated in an instant. Her eyes were cold, angry. "Thomas," she snapped, her voice like a whip. "I thought we had an understanding. I thought you were going to behave yourself."

"I was! I am! I was just... it just happened!" I stammered, my hands flying to my sides. I couldn't cover myself, Mom would see that as an admission of guilt.

"That is exactly what I'm talking about," Mom said, her voice dangerously low. "That is exactly what a liar says. You promised me you were cured. That you would not be rude anymore."

"See?" Sarah said, to my mom, with a triumphant smile. "He's doing it again. He's pointing."

"After I just gave him lunch and told him how proud I was of him," Mom said, her voice shaking with anger. "After I gave him another chance. And you throw it back in my face, Thomas. Right in front of our guest."

"I wasn't... I didn't mean to!" I cried, my voice cracking with desperation. "She was just... she was just there, and she was looking at me, and it just... happened!"

"Don't you lie to me," Mom snapped, her face turning a blotchy red. "You are doing this on purpose. You are being disrespectful and filthy, and I will not stand for it."

"I'm not!" I insisted, my eyes filling with tears. "It's not my fault! I can't control it!"

"That's it. That is absolutely it," Mom said, her voice dropping to a low, furious growl. "No more clothes. Not for the rest of the weekend. You will stay naked until you learn how to be a proper young man."

"What? Mom, no!" I wailed. The thought of being naked for two more days was unbearable. "That's not fair!"

"You should have thought of that before you decided to be rude in front of Sarah," she said, her voice cold.

"It's okay, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, her voice soft and soothing, like she was trying to calm a scared animal. "Please, don't be too hard on him. He's just a boy."

Mom looked at her, her angry expression softening just a little at Sarah's kind words. "He needs to learn, Sarah. He needs to understand that there are consequences for his actions."

"I know," Sarah said, nodding sympathetically. "And I want to help." She turned to me, her blue eyes wide and full of fake concern. "I think if Tommy just spent some more time with a girl, a friend, someone he knows and trusts, then he would stop being so rude with his body. Maybe he's just not used to being around pretty girls, so he gets all macho and forgets his manners."

Lisa, who had been watching this whole exchange with wide-eyed fascination, nodded in agreement. "Yeah! Maybe he just needs to be around more girls, so he knows how rude we think his pointing is!"

I couldn't believe it. They were teaming up on me. My own sister was siding with the girl who was making my life a living nightmare.

"Please, Mrs. Miller?" Sarah said, her voice full of innocence. "Let me help. I can take him up to his room and just... talk to him. Spend time together. I can help him practice being a gentleman."

My mom looked at Sarah, then at me, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was actually considering it. She was actually thinking about letting Sarah, the girl who had just witnessed my second humiliation of the day, "help" me.

"Please, Mom?" I begged, my voice cracking. "Don't."

"You see? He's being rude to me right now," Sarah said, pouting a little. "I'm his friend, and he doesn't even want to spend any time with me."

That was it. The nail in my coffin.

"Okay," Mom said, her voice firm. "But you're the boss, Sarah. If he points again, you come get me immediately. And you make sure he stays naked. I don't want him trying to hide his bad habits."

"I will, Mrs. Miller. I promise," Sarah said, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

"And you, Thomas," Mom said, turning to me, her eyes hard. "You will do whatever Sarah says. You will be a perfect gentleman. Do you understand me?"

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak. I felt like I was being sentenced to a fate worse than death.

"Good," Mom said. "Now go on. Up to your room."

Sarah grabbed my wrist, her touch cool and electric. She pulled me towards the house, my bare feet stumbling on the patio. Lisa gave me a little wave as we left, a look of pity on her face that somehow made me feel even more ashamed.

As soon as we were inside, the sliding door sliding shut behind us, Sarah dropped my wrist. The playful act was gone. Her smirk was back, her eyes blazing with a fire that I didn't understand but that seemed to burn right through me.

"Well," she said, her voice a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at you. All naked and hard, just for me." She held her hand up to her chest like she was palpitating.

She didn't wait for an answer. She took my hand again, her grip a little tighter this time, and started to pull me toward the stairs. "Come on. Let's go to your room."

I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest with every step I took. My erection, which had softened a little in my moment of pure panic, was starting to come back to life, bobbing in front of me with every step I took up the stairs. Sarah glanced back at it, a little smile on her face.

Once we were in my room, she shut the door behind us and leaned against it, her arms crossed over her chest. "So," she said, her voice dropping into that same low, husky whisper. "This is your room. It's changed since I last saw it."

The last time she had been over was a couple of years ago, for my birthday party. My room was full of video game posters and superhero action figures. Now, there were a few band posters on the walls, and a half-finished model airplane on my desk. But it was still my room. My space. And now she was here, judging it.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "Why are you ruining my life?"

A flicker of surprise crossed her face. "Ruining your life? Tommy, I'm not ruining your life. I'm helping you."

"Helping me?" I instinctively covered up with my hands. That earned me an immediate eye-roll.

"Do you really think you should be touching yourself like that, Tommy? What if your mom comes in and sees? She might think you're being rude again," Sarah said, her voice full of mock concern.

I could feel myself turning even redder. My hands dropped back to my sides. It was a trap, and I had walked right into it.

"Good boy," she said, eyeing my entire naked body up and down, before locking her eyes on my hard penis. "Now it looks like a big, manly carrot. I bet it even tastes good." The way she said it made the hair on my arms stand up. She took a step closer. "You're all pent-up. You need to relax."

"I can't relax! You're in my room! And I'm naked!" I practically shouted.

She hopped onto my bed, making herself comfortable. Her short skirt fluttered up, showing off a little more of her tanned thighs. "It's pointing right at me again. You haven't learned a thing, have you, Tommy?"

I wanted to shout, to scream! She knew it wasn't my fault, she was just using my mom's words to mock me. I gritted my teeth, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "I don't do it on purpose," I ground out.

"Oh, I know you don't," she said with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You can't help getting excited when I'm around, Tommy Miller."

That was it. The truth. But she said it like it was a victory for her.

"It's not my fault," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"I know," she said, her voice softening. "Which is why you need my help desperatly." She patted the empty space on the bed next to her. "Come here."

I didn't move. I was rooted to the spot, a mix of fear and that weird, tingly feeling coursing through me.

"I said, come here!" Before I knew it, she was pulling me onto the bed with a surprising amount of strength for a girl her size. I tumbled onto the mattress beside her, my back against my blue comforter.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sarah wasted no time, scrambling on top of me, straddling my legs. She was looking down at me, a hungry look in her eyes that I'd only ever seen on a predator in a nature documentary.

Her skirt was hiked up, and I could see her pink panties. My whole body went hot.

"What do you think your mom would say if she walked in and saw you being so rude to me right now? Her son, with his hard carrot, pointing at a girl while she sits on him. And right after, she and I just had a talk about it?" she teased.

She leaned down, her long blonde hair tickling my face. "I could just call her in here. You'd be in so much trouble."

"No. Don't," I whispered, shaking my head. I was completely at her mercy. My heart was hammering so loud against my ribs, I was sure she could hear it.

"She'd probably say you were being a very, very rude boy," Sarah continued, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And she'd probably make the punishment last even longer." She leaned down, her long blonde hair brushing against my cheek. "But I'm a nice girl. I don't want you to get into more trouble."

"I..." I started, but my voice was barely a whisper.

"Here's what's going to happen, Tommy," she said, her voice so close to my ear that it sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to make your carrot shoot. Like you did for your little sister. Right now. Before your mom comes to check on us."

My eyes went wide. "What? Here? Now?" The thought was insane. The thought was terrifying. But the thought also sent a jolt of excitement straight through me.

"Yes, here. Now," she said, her voice firm. "It'll be fun. A secret. Just between you and me. Then your penis can relax, and you won't be rude anymore in your mom's eyes. Get it?" She wiggled her hips a little, and I could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her panties. It was driving me crazy.

"Okay," I heard myself say, the word slipping out before I could stop it. "I'll try."

My hands shaking, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my hard penis. It felt warm in my palm, the smooth skin stretching taut over the hardness beneath. I started to stroke it, my movements clumsy and hesitant at first. I could feel Sarah's eyes on me, watching my every move. Her grin was wide and bright, her blue eyes shining. It was like she was watching the most exciting show she had ever seen.

"That's it, Tommy," she said, her voice low and throaty. "Don't be shy. Show me how you do it."

Her words, her eyes, the weight of her on top of me - it was all too much. I squeezed my eyes shut, my breathing growing ragged. I could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in my groin. I was getting close.

"No, Tommy, don't shut your eyes." I felt her shift off me, to lie next to me on the bed. "I want you to look at me while you do it." Her voice was a command now, not a request. "Look at me."

I forced my eyes open, turning my head to look at her. She was propped up on one elbow, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. She had lifted her skirt up around her waist, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her tummy and her pink cotton panties.

I gasped, my hand speeding up. It was all happening so fast.

"I want you to think about me," she said, her voice a low purr. "Think about this." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough to give me a peek of the little tuft of blonde hair at her core. My brain turned to mush. All I could see was her skin, the forbidden sight I'd never even dared to dream of.

"Come on, Tommy. Faster. You're being so slow." I knew my mom could come in any second. The thought of her walking in on this, of her seeing her son being so "rude", made my stomach clench with dread. So I moved my hand faster, my fingers slick with pre-cum as they slid up and down my shaft.

Sarah watched me, her eyes wide and hungry, her mouth slightly open. "That's it," she breathed. "Just let go. Let it happen for me. Show me how you cum, Tommy."

My hips bucked off the bed. My back arched. And then, it was happening. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over me. I cried out, a strangled gasp, as I came, spurting all over my stomach and my hand.

For a moment, the world went white. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart in my ears.

When I finally came back to myself, Sarah was smiling, a triumphant, beautiful smile that made my heart ache. "See?" she said. "I told you it would be fun."

I lay there, panting, my body slick with sweat. I was in shock. My hand was a mess. My stomach was a mess. My whole life was a mess.

But before I could even think about what had just happened, Sarah did something that made my jaw drop. She reached out, her finger dipping into the warm, sticky pool on my stomach. She brought her finger to her lips, her blue eyes locked on mine the entire time, and she took a small, delicate taste.

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyelids fluttering closed for a second. "Not bad. A little salty. A little sweet. But definitely Tommy." Her eyes opened, sparkling with a satisfied light. "You taste good," she purred.

I could only stare at her, my mind reeling. She had just tasted my... my sperm. And she was acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like it was a scoop of ice cream, not the result of my most intense, humiliating, and secret moment.

"Here, let me help you," Sarah said, jumping off the bed to grab a box of tissues from my desk before I could even process that she had just tasted me. I thought she was going to hand me the box, but instead, she pulled a few out and started cleaning me up. Her touch was gentle, surprisingly gentle, as she wiped away the evidence of our little secret. It was so weirdly intimate, more intimate than anything I had ever experienced.

Just as she was finishing, there was a knock at the door. "Tommy? Sarah? Are you okay in there?"

It was my mom.

My blood went cold. I sat up so fast I almost fell off the bed, grabbing for my pillow to cover myself.

Sarah giggled at my reaction a little. "Don't cover up. You're just going to make your mom even madder if she thinks you're trying to hide your rude penis," she whispered to me, her eyes dancing with amusement. Then she called out in her sweetest voice, "Come in, Mrs. Miller! Everything is fine!"

The door creaked open, and my mom peeked her head in. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on me, then on Sarah, then back on me. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, still naked, but at least I wasn't... pointing anymore.

"I just wanted to see how things were going," Mom said, smiling at Sarah. "Are you two having a good time up here? Tommy hasn't been rude to you, Sarah, has he?"

"He's being a perfect gentleman now, Mrs. Miller," Sarah chirped, beaming at my mom like she was her best friend in the whole world. She took a step closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. It was a casual, friendly gesture, but to me, it felt like a brand. "We were just talking. I think I really helped him understand."

My mom's smile widened. "Oh, that's wonderful, Sarah. I'm so glad to hear that." She looked at me, her eyes full of a warmth I hadn't seen from her in days. "See, Tommy? I told you having a nice girl friend would be good for you. It's nice of Sarah to take some time out of her weekend to help you with your manners."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. I nodded instead, not trusting my voice. The urge to put my pillow back over my lap was overwhelming, but Sarah's hand on my shoulder kept me in place.

"Alright, well, I'll leave you two to hang then," Mom said. "Just remember what I said, Tommy. Be a gentleman."

"I will, Mom," I mumbled, the words feeling like sandpaper in my throat.

My mom gave me one last, proud smile, and then she left, closing the door behind her. As soon as the latch clicked, Sarah's sweet, innocent act dropped away.

"You see, Tommy? Now we know we have a way to keep you from pointing, so you don't get in trouble with your mom anymore," she said, her voice a low, triumphant purr.

"I've already been doing that," I explained, even though it was super embarrassing to admit to my crush that I masturbated. "It doesn't always help. It comes back."

A little frown crossed Sarah's face, but it quickly turned into a determined smirk. "I guess we'll just have to think of something else. But for now, we'll have to do it a lot. It will be my responsibility to help you, over and over again." The way she said it made me feel excited and a little scared. "For your own good," she added with a wink.

She hopped back onto the bed and started to playfully poke my stomach, right under my belly button, then my hips. The pokes turned into little swirls with her finger, her touch sending sparks through me. I knew I should stop her, but I didn't want to. She kept tracing little patterns on my skin, moving lower, and lower. I held my breath, my heart hammering.

Then, her finger brushed against the tip of my penis. It was just a light touch, but it was like a bolt of lightning shot through me. It twitched. Her eyes lit up, a hungry, victorious gleam in them.

She didn't hesitate. She leaned over me, her face just inches from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my lips. Then she gave my penis a soft, little squeeze.

A jolt of pure pleasure, so much stronger than anything I had ever felt on my own, shot through my entire body. It was like I'd touched a live wire. A small, involuntary moan escaped my lips.

"See?" she whispered, her voice husky with triumph. "I told you it would be better if I helped."

Her fingers wrapped around me, her touch sure and confident. She started to stroke me, her movements slow and deliberate at first, like it was the first time she had ever done this, then faster, more insistent. I was completely lost in the sensation, my mind gone blank, my body arching off the bed. It was happening again, and so soon. I was powerless to stop it.

"How about a little something to concentrate on?" she said, her voice a low purr.

She let go of me and, before I could even process what was happening, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, grabbed the hem of her white tank top, and pulled it up to her chin. I couldn't breathe. My eyes were glued to her chest. She was wearing a simple pink bra, and I could see the delicate pattern of the lace, the way the straps dug into her smooth skin. My whole body went rigid. This was even better than when she had pulled her panties down.

She saw the look on my face, a little smirk playing on her lips. "You like that, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She reached to the cups of her bra, and slowly pulled them up and off her breasts, one at a time, letting each one bounce free. I just stared. They were small, but perfect, like two ripe, pink apples, with little pink nipples that were hard and pointing right at me.

I had never seen anything so beautiful. My brain went completely blank. I couldn't think. I could only stare. They were right there, just inches from my face. The most amazing thing I had ever seen.

She leaned in, bringing her chest even closer. Her nipples brushed against my chest, and I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. "They're all for you, Tommy," she whispered, her voice a hot breath against my ear. "Just for you."

She took hold of my aching penis again, starting to stroke. The feeling of her hand on me, combined with the sight of her bare breasts, was too much. A strangled sound escaped my lips, and my whole body tensed. It was happening again, that familiar pressure building, that delicious ache. I was going to cum.

"I'm... I'm..." I couldn't even get the words out.

"I know," she whispered, her voice a low purr that vibrated through me. "Let it go for me, Tommy. Show me how much you like this."

My whole body tensed, and then I was cumming again. My hips bucked off the bed, and a thick stream of white shot out of me, landing right on her pink skirt, a bright, stark-white stain against the cheerful fabric.

Sarah gasped, looking down at the mess on her skirt. But she wasn't mad. She was laughing. A low, delighted, triumphant laugh. "Oh, Tommy," she said, her voice full of amusement. "You spit on me. So naughty."

She didn't even wait for me to catch my breath. She fixed her top, her face still flushed with excitement, and called out in a loud, clear voice, "Mrs. Miller! Can you come here, please? Tommy's done it again!"

I froze, my heart stopping in my chest. "No!" I begged, grabbing her arm. "Sarah, please! I thought you didn't want to get me in trouble! Why would you do this to me?"

"I'm not getting you in trouble," she said, a smug little smile playing on her lips as she patted my hand. "I'm getting you more help. Just trust me."

A moment later, the door burst open, and my mom stood there, her face a mask of fury. "What is it now? What did he do?"

Sarah pointed to the white splatter on her skirt, her bottom lip trembling just a little. "He... he spat on me, Mrs. Miller. Right from his penis."

My mom's eyes widened in disbelief. "Again? After I just told him how proud I was of him? After we just talked about this?"

"I know," Sarah said, shaking her head sadly. "I was just trying to help him, Mrs. Miller. I really was. All we were doing was talking about the book he likes, and then suddenly... this." She gestured to her dress again.

I just sat there on the bed, speechless. I wanted to scream that it was a lie, that she had touched me first, that she had made it happen. But who would believe me? A naked, "rude" boy, against a fully dressed, "sweet" girl?

"I'm so sorry, Sarah," Mom said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I don't know what to do with him."

"It's okay, Mrs. Miller. I really think he's learning. His body is just... a little broken," Sarah said, her voice full of false sympathy. "Maybe the punishments aren't what he needs. He might be a very sick boy."

"Sick?" Mom repeated, her eyes wide. "What do you mean, sick?"

"I don't know," Sarah said with a thoughtful little frown. "I've been reading about... boy problems. In my health class, and online. I just think there might be something more to this than him just being rude. Something that a little grounding won't fix."

"What are you saying?" Mom asked, her voice now filled with a new kind of fear.

"I'm saying I'm going to do some more research. For you, and for Tommy," Sarah said, her voice full of conviction, and she patted me on the leg. I hated how her touch made me feel. "I'll come back tomorrow. I'll bring some of my notes. Together, I bet we can figure out how to help him."

The way she said it, you'd think she was a doctor, not a fifteen-year-old girl who had just given me a hand job on my bed. My mom was looking at her with such gratitude, such hope. It made me want to scream.

"That's so kind of you, Sarah," Mom said, her voice full of relief. "Thank you. Thank you for being such a good friend to my son."

"It's my pleasure," Sarah said with a sweet smile. "I just want to help Tommy get better."

With that, she gracefully hopped off the bed, and straightened her stained skirt. She beamed, a look of pure triumph on her pretty face. She leaned in closer to my mom, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. "He looks a little shell-shocked, Mrs. Miller. Maybe we should let him have a little rest?" Her eyes flickered over to me, a wicked gleam in them. "I can stay a bit longer, if you'd like, but I think I've done enough for today. After all, I need to make a few calls to some of my friends that know more about this sort of thing. Maybe they'll know what Tommy's issues are."

The thought of Sarah telling her friends what I looked like naked, and how "broken" I was, made my stomach drop. Her friends, who I went to school with, who would see me in the halls on Monday.

"I think you're right," Mom said, nodding in agreement. "This has been a lot for him." She looked at me, her expression a mix of pity and worry. "I think a little quiet time is exactly what he needs."

"Okay, I'll see myself out then. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow," Sarah said. She gave my mom a big hug, her hand resting on my mom's back for just a second too long. Then, she turned to me. Her smirk was back, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she winked at me. "Be a good boy, Tommy. And try not to point at your sister again, okay? I don't think your mom would like that."

My mom watched her go, a grateful smile on her face. As soon as Sarah was gone, she turned to me. "Well, Tommy," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I'm glad that's over." She took a deep breath, and for the first time all day, she seemed to relax a little. "I guess it's not so bad that this happened, because now we can help you. We can finally help you get better."

She seemed genuinely hopeful, which made me feel even more hopeless. She had no idea that Sarah was the problem, not the solution. She had no idea that Sarah had just played her like a violin.

"Are you going to let me get dressed now?" I asked, my voice small and hopeful. I just wanted to put on my comfiest sweatpants and hide under my covers until the world ended.

"No, sweetie," Mom said gently, but the gentleness didn't make the words hurt any less. "We had a deal, remember? You're to stay naked until you're better." She patted my leg, her touch feeling foreign and unwelcome compared to Sarah's. "I'll bring you some dinner later. Just... stay in your room for now. Try to rest."

Then she was gone, and I was alone with my shame. I looked down at myself, at my own naked body, at the mess I had made. It was like I was looking at a stranger. A stranger who was in so much trouble and had no idea how to get out of it.

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