Bound for Pleasure

By NAMB

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Copyright 2026 by NAMB all rights reserved

[6,480 words]

Bound for Pleasure

Why is it when you mention the word, “diary” people think of teenaged girls writing about frivolous stuff, but when you say “journal” it sounds so much more manly and professional? And then there is the ever stuffy “chronical.”

He is my journal of how I became a slave to my sister and her friend.

It started on a Wednesday on what seemed like a past lifetime.

I went to Mrs. Parkerson’s house to cut her lawn as I did on every Wednesday, weather permitting. When I got there, she told me that the sprinkler system ruptured a pipe and that the backyard was too muddy to mow. She put me to work on a much shorter job mowing just the front and trimming her bushes. She paid me for the whole thing, though.

I was only out of the house for just about an hour instead of the several hours that it would normally have taken. I had just got my driver’s license and drove everywhere even when I didn’t have to. The trip home took minutes instead of the 15 minutes it took by bicycle.

I got home and went upstairs. My brother’s door was closed and that was unusual for this time of day. Through this closed door, I could hear the labored breathing of my brother and muffled words, “Oh yes. Mmm. Oh fuck. That feels so good.” I smiled silently.

I knew my brother masturbated. He probably knew I did too. We never spoke to each other about it. Plausible deniability.

I was about to walk by making a mental note to chide him to be more quiet about it in the future. If I could hear him, so could our sister, Bailey. I was not sure what her knowledge of boys was, but she and mom have been closeted up a lot with private conversations recently. Also, she’s a smart girl and would probably figure things out.

There were subtle changes in her room as well. The unicorn pictures were replaced with posters of “Boy Bands” and her dolls were no longer strewn about, but rather, displayed on shelves.

I stopped immediately when I heard a second sound coming from my brother’s room: the sound of Bailey giggling. I could even make out her words, “You like this, don’t you?”

My mind’s first question was, “What is SHE doing in there?” As younger children, we were in and out of each other’s rooms all the time, but as we got older, we demanded more and more privacy and respected each other’s privacy.

We would never invade another’s sanctuary without knocking and asking for permission to enter.

I had to violate this rule to find out. I opened the door and was not prepared for what I saw.

Jason was sitting in a chair, naked. His hands were tied to the arms and his feet to the back legs. It didn’t look like serious bondage. I’m fairly certain that he could wiggle out of it if he wanted to, but the bondage seemed adequate for temporary or symbolic restraint.

The way he was bound arched his body forward with his legs spread wide and dick pointing out. His penis was as exposed and vulnerable as it could be.

Bailey was sitting on another chair between his legs and had his dick in one hand and rubbing it with a rubber ball in the other.

I remember playing “doctors and nurses” with a couple of neighbor girls when I was a little boy. It made sense back then. We were curious about each other’s bodies. My brother and sister were beyond that. Why would my brother let our 11-year-old sister get him in this situation?

Also, while my brother was naked, Bailey was dressed as she normally was: top, shorts and sneakers.

I also remember playing games with my brother and sister where we tied each other up and tickled one another, but other than removing shoes and socks, nobody got undressed.

I looked at the pair. They looked back at me. My brother’s penis was standing tall and leaking pre-cum. Bailey’s ball seemed to be slick with it. My first thought was “He’s not bad for a 13-year-old.”

My second thought was that although I’ve seen my brother naked from time to time. I’ve never seen him with an erection. I doubt mom has either. The first one to see him in this condition was our kid sister!

There was a moment of silence. None of the three of us seemed to know what to say. I expected my sister to come out with some sort of excuse.

Instead, it was Jason who spoke first, “Please don’t tell mom.”

“What’s going on here?” I asked in a tone that was genuinely confused.

As the older brother, I was often left in charge of my siblings while mom was away. I sometimes got into a parental mode and adopted a parental tone of voice. I could have asked this question in an authoritarian, accusatory manner, but this time it was for an honest quest for clarification.

“Jason, are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” my brother responded.

My sister spoke for the first time, “This is a game Jason and I play. We were just about to finish up.”

“What kind of game?”

“Well, it’s actually Jason’s fault,” my sister said.

“How can that be?” I thought. “She’s the one with her clothes on while my brother is naked. She’s the one touching his body in his most intimate place. Jason is tied up and helpless. She’s the one who seems to be in control of everything.”

I let her go on.

“Jason has access to a site that has all kinds of stories where kids get naked. There are no pictures, just stories.

I told him that I wasn’t interested in reading dirty stories, but he told me that I’d like some of these.

He selected a couple and convinced me to read them. I was surprised. There were girls, like me, and they were in charge of boys.

These stories really excited me.

Then I asked him why he showed me these stories. He told me that they excited him, too.

He asked me if we could play some of them out.

I couldn’t believe it. Jason wanted me to be in charge of him. He’s older than me. If anyone should be in charge, it should be him.

But he told me it was different with girls. That we mature faster than you boys. He thought I was old enough to handle it.

I told him that I would try it out just once to see if I liked it.”

“Is this true?” I asked my brother.

He nodded a response.

Bailey continued, “I didn’t expect him do to it right there. We were in my room.

He told me that we could wait until Wednesdays when both mom and you were out.

So, Wednesday comes and he knocked on my door and he asks me, ‘Do you want to see me get naked for you like the boys in the story?’

I really did, but I was so nervous I couldn’t speak. I just nodded my head up and down.

He closed the door and I thought that was silly. Nobody else was home. Who else could see us?

He just stood there and started getting undressed. I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything or stop him. He just kept undressing like he was getting ready for a shower or something and I wasn’t there. He didn’t look at me.

I remember how my stomach did flip-flops when he finally lowered his underwear and his penis bobbed out. He had an erection.”

Her statement answered some of my questions. She used terms like “penis” and “erections” instead of other terms I’ve heard little girls use. Mom must have taught her well.

“I know what penises look like. I got friends who have little brothers and I’ve seen theirs. Mom showed me some pictures – actually very good drawings in a book she has.

But Jason’s is a lot bigger than the little boys I’ve seen.

We didn’t do much that first time.

He asked me to touch it and I did. I giggled when it twitched. That was all I was willing to do the first time. But it made me feel braver about seeing it.”

I turned to my brother who was still bound and naked, “Is this true?”

He nodded and said, “The stories are really interesting. I could identify with the boys as the girls took advantage of them. I wondered what it would be like to be one of those boys.

So, I told Bailey that I wanted her to be in charge. That if she wanted to see me, all she had to do was ask and I would get naked for her.

The first couple of times, I was the one to suggest playing like this but then I told her that she was in control and she should be the one demanding me to get naked for her like some of the girls in the stories.”

My sister took over from here. “I had butterflies in my stomach when he told me that, and I wondered if I was brave enough to do it. If he didn’t do it himself those first couple of times, I don’t think I could have worked up the courage to do it.

But that broke the ice. It did make me feel strong enough to try it out the next day. I asked him to get naked for me. Nonetheless, as I watched him take off all of this clothes, I was so excited, I nearly threw up. I couldn’t believe it. My older brother getting naked because *I* asked him to do it.

At first, it felt really funny asking him, but now I kind of like it.”

Jason interrupted, “I could tell Bailey was hesitant, so I didn’t push it at first. But when she got used to it she became more confident. I told her that it would excite me more if she ordered me to do it rather than asking me politely.

“After a while I got OK with it. I started taking the initiative and asked him to do it without being prompted. He told me it was more exciting for him when I took control. It wasn’t like he was doing me a favor; it was more like I was demanding my rights as a girl.

That makes me feel funny in my special girl place inside me.”

“I makes me feel good inside, too,” Jason added. “She’s gotten really good at it. At first her voice was timid, now she demands that I get naked. She’ll stand there, feet apart, with her fists balled up on her hips and just bark it out, ‘Jason, get naked!’ I hear those words and a pop a boner immediately.”

“Now I’m very comfortable with ordering him around. I like it and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of doing it. When the time comes, I hope I can find a boyfriend who is as submissive as Jason.”

“So how did the chair and rope get involved and what’s with the rubber ball?” I asked.

“That sort of came along. Jason told me that he had something special to show me. He told me that he wanted to jerk off for me

I had heard about jerking off and I read about it in the some of the stories he showed me, but I never saw a boy do it.

It was interesting to watch him do it. The first time I saw it, I thought he was getting sick and I felt bad for him, but then he grunted and shot his sperm. I think I held my breath for the whole time he was doing it.

Mom told me about ejaculations and sperm and how that makes babies, but I never imagined that it would happen like that. I thought it sort of came out like pee. What boys do is much more exciting to watch and he shoots so much of it and he shoots it so far.

It was wonderful. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching him do it.

Do you do it? Jerk off?”

I wondered if she was trying to change the subject by putting me on the spot. “That’s not for you to know.” I could feel myself blush. It was a weak response, and it probably was interpreted by her as a “yes.”

I deflected back, “You still didn’t explain how you got to this?” gesturing to my still bound and naked brother.

“He gave me more stories to read. Each new story took it a level higher. When I looked back at the first stories he gave me to read, they seem kind of tame.

Now I know that it’s all fiction, and it’s probably all written by ‘dirty old men’ but even that tells me something. This isn’t only Jason’s fantasy; it’s probably a fantasy for a lot of boys.”

I was right. My sister was a smart girl. She could figure things out. Even I didn’t think of what she just told me.

“So, we read more stories. He found some stories where the girls were more demanding and even jerked the boys off. I didn’t know that girls could do that. I didn’t know that girls could force boys to cum even if the boy didn’t want it to happen. I don’t think Jason fought me on this ever. It was fun putting it to the test.

This was a big step for me. Up until this point, I had only touched his penis every now and then. I like watching it twitch if I touched it the right way. Now I was taking complete control of it … and HIM.

Then he found some stories where girls use a rubber ball to masturbate their boys and showed them to me and I said that sounded like fun, so we’d thought we’d try it.

All I had to do was hold the ball under the head of his penis and it would twitch all on its own. It bounces up and then comes back down and hits the ball and that apparently is enough stimulation to make it bounce again.”

“I’m glad she agreed to read those stories. I wondered what it would feel like. At first, I invited Bailey to jerk me off. She’s really good. You should let her do you sometime.

Then we tried the ball. It’s everything the stories says it is. Bailey’s gotten really good at using it, too. She gets me excited almost instantly and can keep me on the edge of cumming for a long time.

When she finally lets me go, it’s fantastic. Nothing I can do with my hand comes even close. You got to try it, bro. You’ll never go back to just jerking off.

Don’t tell, mom, please!”

“Look at it this way,” Bailey put in, “You probably jerk off yourself, but you have to wait for everyone to be out of the house to do it.

If you join us, you can do it when we are around. You don’t have to keep it secret from us. Either do it yourself, and we’ll pretend not to know or I’ll play with you like I play with Jason.

We have every Wednesday to do it while mom is gone.”

“But I mow Mrs. Parkinson’s lawn on Wednesday!”

“So, change the day! And there will be other days. Mom’s a busy woman.”

Smart girl!

It was at this point that I noticed that I had an erection. There was obviously something in my core that was finding the situation to be sexually stimulating.

I was intrigued but confused. I felt embarrassed on behalf of my brother and on behalf of the male gender in general and also of myself for not immediately condemning this act and actually considering it for myself.

I could admit it inwardly, but outwardly, I said, “OK, let me see what this is all about and I’ll make up my mind.”

“Great! Thanks Miles. Bailey got me going just before you came in and I got to get release or I’ll go crazy.”

Bailey picked up the ball. She started manipulating it against my brother’s penis. I could see him tensing up and every now and then he’d give a sigh.

I watched with intent as my sister used the ball. Sometimes she seemed to hold it firmly so that the rubber rubbed with full friction against his skin. Other times she held it lightly to drag it against his penis and let the rubber grip and skid against it and at other times she allowed it to roll freely to apply pressure with minimal tickling.

For the most part, she worked along the length of the shaft, nicking the “cheeks” of his frenulum. At other times she rubbed underneath it with a circular motion. No masturbation method that I ever thought of did that. As I wondered how that might feel, I felt a twitch in my pants.

She controlled how hard she pushed the rubber against his penis. She controlled how much the rubber gripped. She controlled the speed of her rubbing.

She was in total control of his masturbation. Jason could do nothing but sit there passively.

Bailey kept at it for quite a while. Jason was rocking back and forth in his chair. He was breathing heavily. I knew that level of sexual intensity.

I could feel my penis pulsing in sympathy with him.

He was ready to cum, but Bailey didn’t let him cum. She held him there, gently manipulating her ball against his penis.

Jason pulled against his restraints. He had to be beyond his tolerance level. I know when I got this excited, I lost control. I couldn’t stop. I would have to keep jerking through it to completion. Yet my sister managed to keep him balanced and trembling there.

My penis ached in sympathy with him. I could feel my underwear getting wet and this was just from watching.

“Please, Bailey. Please!” he finally gasped.

“In due time brother. You know you like it when I play with you this way. The longer I keep you on the edge, the better you cum.” Then she added with firm emphasis, “I’m the GIRL and I AM IN CHARGE.”

Jason was now panting. Sweat started trickling down his brow.

Yet Bailey showed him no mercy and kept stimulating his tortured penis.

I had no idea why he wasn’t already shooting his load. I would have never had the discipline to sustain the sensation she was giving him.

My sweet little sister was a sexual sadist inflicting pain in the form of overly exquisite pleasure.

I was not sure whether she finally got bored or judged that she had tortured my bother enough or for some other reason, but she delivered the coup de grace.

Although I could not see it, she must have done something subtle with the ball. All of a sudden Jason froze and stopped breathing. With an animalistic grunt he let go with his first shot of semen.

I’ve seen porn stars ejaculate on the internet. Jason could rival those performances. It shot a good portion across the room and there was so much of it. Bailey managed to move out of the way just in time without missing a single stroke of the ball.

Jason fired shot after shot. There must have been at least a dozen of them.

Finally, Bailey let off. Jason slumped in the chair. His breathing was deep. He was spent.

“So, what did you think, Miles? Do you want to try it?”

I was of mixed mind. On the one hand, I had just witnessed the most intense masturbation that I had ever seen. My mind will never unsee it.

On the other hand, how could I compete with that? Yes, my penis was larger than his, but I doubted I could shoot as well as he did.

Would I feel like less of a man? If I turned down her invitation would she and my brother think I was a wimp?

Or was part of my doubt that I would disappoint my sister? Could I ejaculate as well as my brother?

I did not have to debate long. My penis was as hard as I’ve ever felt it, and this had been just from watching the event. I doubted that I could hold out as long as my brother. I might even ejaculate just getting out of my shorts. Bailey might not get to even touch rubber to penis to set me off.

I had to try it.

Bailey untied Jason. She dismissed him to clean up and wash the ball.

“Do I have to be tied down?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s part of the game. Before we started doing it, Jason would sometimes ‘take matters into his own hands’ so to speak and that ruined everything.”

I knew what she meant and I had to rethink my own masturbation methods. For me it was a rush to orgasm. Clearly Jason was enjoying the trip. Maybe I should let Bailey take me on “the scenic route.” I had to try it.

Bailey went on to explain, “The way this works is it’s sort of like tickling yourself. You can’t tickle yourself; somebody else has to do it to you.

Also, tying you up makes you more vulnerable. It’s good for me because I like the feeling of power I get by seeing him helpless. Jason tells me that being at my mercy as I do this to him adds to the experience. It makes it more exciting.

You know that I’ll never really hurt you, but it is fun to watch Jason squirm as I do it to him. I hope you can put on as good a show.”

I stood there in silence. I sensed that Bailey could sense my inner debate: smart girl.

She took the initiative, “MILES, get UNDRESSED for me THIS INSTANT.” I never heard her speak with such authority. Even without my addled state of mind, her command was delivered with such force that I felt compelled to obey it.

Her order gave me the freedom to disobey the better part of my rationality. I wasn’t doing this; she was. It was my arms and legs and hands that were removing my clothing, but it was her will that was controlling them.

Like a zombie-like thrall, I took off all my clothes. There I was a 16-year-old almost man standing naked in front of his 11-year-old sister as she smirked at him. I could feel the presence of her eyes on my erected penis. I was certain that it was the largest penis she had ever seen.

My sister took a good look at me and had me turn around slowly. “Cute ass,” she said as I turned for her.

She pointed to the chair and commanded as if ordering a dog, “SIT!”

I nodded and sat down in the chair. I offered no resistance to her tying me up.

Bailey took a look at my penis with its precum already dripping out of the pee hole.

“Oh my,” she mocked, “Someone’s really excited about this. I’m going to have to be extra careful not to shoot your off too soon.

This is going to be a challenge for me. I’ve been doing Jason for months now and I know his penis very well. You’re an unknown. Let’s explore this together.”

Jason returned from his task and was still naked. I didn’t know whether that was a condition that Bailey imposed on him or that he enjoyed being naked before her or perhaps he was so used to it by now, he simply overlooked the fact that he was naked.

He handed the ball to Bailey. She brought her face close to mine and looked me in the eye and said, “Ready?” I nodded. “You’re going to like this,” she added.

Bailey took the base of my penis in her left hand. She squeezed down with vice-like force. I knew was she was doing. She was trapping more blood in the organ to make it both harder and more sensitive. She really didn’t have to do that.

She reached forward with the ball in her right hand. She touched it gently to the tip of my penis. It felt like she touched it with an electric probe.

My penis flinched and gave up another dollop of pre-cum. Bailey twisted the ball against my pee hole to collect it.

Energy seemed to flow from her hand, through the ball and into my penis. It traveled along the shaft and discharged in the pit of my stomach.

My sister had barely begun and already she had control over my body.

I guess she could tell that my sexual arousal was at a peak so she moved off the head and started “rolling” the ball along the underside of the shaft from head to balls and back again.

At this point she was not interested in stimulating the head, so she stopped millimeters before the ball made contact with it. Nonetheless, the pressure was still providing sexual stimulation to the organ.

She seemed intent only on providing an undulating wave of pressure along the shaft of the penis.

This activity coaxed even more pre-cum out of me. Each trickle was accompanied by what I could only describe as a mini-orgasm.

This girl was GOOD!

She was playing my penis like a musical instrument and was creating a composition that would end in a crescendo of orgasm.

Bailey must have sensed that she was successful at bringing me back from the brink of orgasm as she now brought the ball to bear once again on the frenulum.

The ball was now slick with my precum. The textured rubber no longer gripped but instead slid. I’ve not experienced this sensation in any method of masturbation I’ve ever tried or could even think of.

I could feel the slow ascent of my sexual tension climbing again. It was like shuffling my feet across miles of carpet on a cold, dry day. I knew I was building up a charge and when I finally touched that doorknob that the discharge would be monumental.

Only it wasn’t a doorknob, it was my penis and a rubber ball wielded by my sister. I didn’t get to choose the time of touching, she did.

It was odd to be a participant in a masturbation over which I had no control. I felt helpless. My restraints added to this loss of control. I had ceased struggling against them. I might have broken away and reaching immediately for my penis.

Now I was more bound by my sister’s will than by the cords that held me. I felt paralyzed. Bailey could do what she wanted with me, and I no longer had the will to resist her.

I could feel my world shrinking. The room seemed to become dimmer. My concentration was on my penis and the ball that was stimulating it. It was not a world of sight or sound; it was a world of feeling and sexual tension.

My mind was being filled with the pleasure with which my sister was filling it. A tiny remaining corner of sanity was asking, “Bailey is only 11. She’s just a little girl. How could she possibly be doing this to me?” I was becoming like one of her dolls that she used to play with as a little girl.

My entire system was on overload. Every muscle was tensed. My brain could only concentrate on the piece of flesh quivering between my legs.

Then I felt it. A different kind of tickling at the tip of my penis. Bailey was ready to let me go. With a flick of her wrist and a twist of her fingers, she provided the tiniest push that caused me to topple off the point of a needle on which I was balanced.

The contractions that normally accompanied my ejaculation were as intense as the kick of a mule. My blood pressure spiked and then plummeted and I could barely maintain consciousness.

I managed to gulp in another gasp of air before the next wave engulfed me.

I normally enjoyed riding the yo-yo of squirt, relax, squirt for maybe a minute. I do not know how long it took this time, but time seemed dilated. I don’t know how many contractions I made, but wave after wave seemed to hit me faster and harder than ever before. Previous orgasms fell short of deserving the name.

The event seemed to go on and on, yet Bailey was still forcing cum out of my penis. It should have given up by now, yet it was still producing. I was growing weaker and weaker.

Finally, she stopped. I could do nothing more than sit in the chair. I looked at the splashes of cum spread out on the floor before me. Maybe I did outdo my brother.

My kid sister had taken all the essence of my maleness from me. I had a feeling of emptiness now that she was no longer masturbating me.

I was depleted. I knew that I would not be masturbating for at least another day and then was disappointed knowing that there was nothing I could do to myself to match what my sister just made me do.

-=o=-

I knocked on Bailey’s open door the following day. She invited me in.

I looked around to make sure nobody could hear. Then I whispered to her, “You were great yesterday. Thank you.” I gave her a kiss on her cheek and then added, “Too bad we can only do this on Wednesdays.”

“Take out your penis and show me.” She said quietly. “Then I’ll tell you a secret.”

“Mom is here.”

“I’m only asking you to take it out of your fly. Mom and is downstairs. If we hear her coming, you could put it back. It’s sort of a rule. Any boy in this room must have his penis out.”

“Didn’t you get a good enough view yesterday.”

“I did, but that’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“The point is that I am a girl and you are a boy. In this house that means I rule. It isn’t about my wanting to know what it looks like; it’s about my asking you to show it to me and you obeying me. Girls Rule.”

I saw no sense in arguing with her, besides there was a bit of excitement exposing myself to her. The excitement was exacerbated by the fact that the reason I was doing it was because SHE demanded it.

“So what is this secret?”

She smiled at me, “We can do it anytime mom isn’t around, but we can also do it on Saturday.”

“Saturday? We can’t do it then. Mom is home.”

“Have you ever noticed that Jason and I are gone for the same time for a couple of hours each Saturday?”

“No.”

“Well, we do. We go over to Nancy’s house and we do it there.”

“Nancy knows about this?”

“Of course she does. She’s my bestie and a girl doesn’t keep any secrets from her bestie. She not only knows about it, but we take turns doing it.”

“You didn’t tell her about me, did you?”

“Like I said, she’s my bestie. She knew about it before you finished your shower after spunking yourself up yesterday.”

I bowed my head.

“Don’t worry about it brother. I swore her to secrecy. She won’t tell anyone else. But if you enjoyed me doing it to you, then why don’t you join us on Saturday, too? I’m sure she would enjoy doing it to you. Jason says she’s as good as I am.” Bailey giggled.

Bailey looked down at my now erected penis. “I don’t know about you, big brother, but your friend is saying ‘yes.’”

She was right, again. Smart girl.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

I got up. As I turned to go, she said, “Um, don’t forget to put my toy away.” I pushed my penis back into my pants, zipped up and left.

-=o=-

Bailey called me in for a penis inspection every day. Because mom was usually around, these were usually brief. I know that she now had a very good idea of what my penis looked like, so this wasn’t curiosity; it was dominance. She knew that she had power over me and she enjoyed exercising it.

I submitted to her because I knew that I had lost control of my sex life. I thought jerking off was the ultimate pleasure a boy could have but that was before I ran into my sister and her ball. It did not matter that she was only 11 and I was 16. The rubber ball was the great equalizer. It not only erased the 5 year difference, it put me in a submissive position to her.

I completely gave up trying to pleasure myself. I could coax cum out of my organ, but it was a faint whisper of what Bailey could do with her ball. I have to wait to get penis on rubber again.

That opportunity came on Saturday. Our parents would get suspicious if we all left at once. Bailey left first. Jason waited 5 minutes and then left and I followed 5 minutes after him. I met Jason a block away and we walked together to Nancy’s house.

There wasn’t a lot of conversation, yet I could tell that there was something my brother wasn’t telling me.

We got to the house, rang the bell and Bailey and Nancy met us at the door.

“You know the drill,” Nancy said. “Pants off and get undressed.”

We did it right there in the hallway. Nancy gave both of us an appreciative look, especially me. She exclaimed, “Wow, he’s got a big one! Does he really squirt as good as you say?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on, let’s play.”

Nancy took Jason’s hand and Bailey took mine and they led us down to the playroom. When I got to the bottom of the step, I heard a giggling sound. It was neither of the two girls leading us, so I looked around. There was another girl there.

Nancy made the introductions, “This is my sister, Debbie. I think you might have seen her before.”

I did, she was one of the non-descript kids who played at the local playground. I never paid attention to them. However, she looked very young.

Nancy saw my confused expression and laughed, “She’s 9.”

The girl bristled at her, “Nine and a half!”

It didn’t matter she still played with dolls and now I was going to be one of those dolls she played with.

I looked at my sister, “You didn’t tell me there would be other girls.”

She smiled back at me, “I never said that there wouldn’t be any other girls.

Debbie is Nancy’s sister and even if she didn’t live here, there is no way a sister can keep a secret like this from her sibling.

Get used to it, big brother. Debbie has a friend Marsha who couldn’t make it today, and the girls have a cousin, Tina who’s Nancy’s age who visits every now and then.

There will be a lot of girls attending to your penis.”

Debbie spoke up, “This is going to be so good. Bailey and Nancy hogged Jason all the time. I barely ever got to do him. Watching one of them doing him is fun, but it’s more fun when I can do it myself.”

“My sister is right, now that we have two boys, we should be able to figure out a more equitable way to play with them.”

“It doesn’t make sense to do both boys at once,” Bailey reflected. “First of all, the girl doing one of the boys is missing out on the action with the other boy.

Also, we can do one boy, finish him off and then move onto the next boy. By the time we finish with the second boy, the first boy should be ready to go again. We could be playing with boys all day long.”

“That sounds like fun. There’s no waiting around for a boy to recharge. Also, at least two of the girls will get a first squirt; they’re always better.” Nancy observed.

“I got a better idea,” Bailey said. “I recall it from one of the stories my brother showed me. It’s a game called Rounds.

I’ll go first, Nancy goes second and Debbie can go third.”

“That’s not fair. I’m always last,” the 9-year-old complained.

“It doesn’t matter where you start with this game. You can go first if you want. The only thing that matters is that we take turns.

Here’s how it will work. The first girl goes up and gives the boy’s penis one rub with her ball. The other two girls count out – ‘One.’

Then the second girl goes up and gives the boy’s penis two rubs with her ball. The other two girls count out – ‘One, two,’

Then the third girl goes up and gives the boy’s penis three rubs with her ball. The other two girls count out – “One, two, three.”

By this time it’s the first girl’s turn again and she rubs it four times.

Every time a girl’s turn comes up she gives the penis one more rub than the girl before her.

This way every girl gets an equal chance of making the boy cum.”

“That sounds like fun,” Debbie agreed.

“Yes, but there’s some strategy involved especially with the later counts.

The more we girls play, the more excited the boy becomes, and the more likely the next girl will be the one to make him cum.

So, once you can see that he’s getting close, you have to judge whether to rub harder and more briskly and make him cum during your turn. The risk here is that you will set him up for the girl who follows you.

So you might slow down and tickle his penis lightly and keep teasing him and hope that his penis will come back around to you.”

“Let’s play!” Nancy said excitedly. “This game will be a lot more fun to play when all the girls are here.”

The girls and boys had an argument as to which ones enjoyed the game more.