Humilation & Comfort: My Sisters

"Sure yeah, I'm sure you're going to do all that," I said in disbelief.

Traci's face turned red in anger. "Oh, you don't think we have enough guts to do it?"

"Wait a minute Traci," said Jen. "Relax Ben, you're right, we are just kidding, we don't really plan to go through with it."

"Quit being such a wimp Jen, you're beginning to annoy me," said Traci. "Ben, put your fucking hands behind your head like I told you."

Still not sure what to make of all this, the thought crossed my mind that if Traci was serious, this plan actually didn't sound all that bad. It had to be a hoax, though, as there had never been any touching of this sort among us. I put my hands behind my head as told.

"Jen, if you wimp out on me you're going to be really sorry," said Traci as she grabbed a couple of extra washcloths. She dampened them and told me to arch up so she could put them under my butt.

"There!" she said, "Now your dick's up out of the water where it belongs." Then Traci fished around in the water for the bar of soap, hunting around between my legs until she found it. She lathered up her hands and handed the soap to Jen. Traci reached down to my inner thigh with her slippery hand, rubbing it as she slowly worked her way up to my scrotum and asked "Believe me yet Ben, or do you still think we're joking?"

I trembled with growing excitement. Traci cupped my balls with her hand and I shivered harder in response, my hands still behind my head. Then Traci said, "Go ahead Jen, get your hands good and soapy, then I'm going to let go of him so you can give him one good stroke."

"You're truly serious about this I guess," said Jen.

"Just do what I said," Traci replied.

Jen sighed and at first looked at her as if ready to continue protesting, but because she knew the risk of crossing Traci, followed her order. Jen rubbed the bar of soap between her hands to create a slippery lather. She gently placed the palm of her hand on top of my penis with her fingers extended, and we again exchanged glances with her eyes seeming to say to me, "Sorry about this but here goes nothing." Then she, wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis, squeezed a bit tighter and gave me one slow and incredibly sensual stroke, perhaps lasting three or four seconds. Jen stared into my eyes the whole time, her cheeks red, a bit of a satisfied smirk emerging on her face when I reacted with a convulsive full-body response.

It was a feeling beyond anything I had imagined and shaking uncontrollably, I humped up at her hoping she'd do it again. Instead, Traci declared that it was her turn, and after Jen let go, Traci put her hand around the head of my erection and proceeded to stroke me in the same manner, slow, very slow, and intensely sensual.

I almost came. Just two strokes from them and my heart raced out of control.

"Did you like that?" asked Traci. "You don't have to answer. Of course you did. But that's all. We're going to sit here and watch you shrink now no matter how long it takes. You can finish the job later if you want, but not until we leave."

And that's exactly what they did. They sat there and talked about all sorts of miscellaneous nonsense, Jen and I looking into each other's eyes at times, with her seeming to study me to check on how I was doing. On went the chatter -- favorite movies, stupid movies, whether learning about history was useful or just a waste of time, how much rain we had gotten so far this summer. And eventually my boner went away, but it took a long time, and when they finally left me to be by myself, it quickly came back and I needed only three strokes of my own to unleash my load.

That was Thursday. A memorable day yet nothing compared to Friday.

Jen caught me in the hallway in the morning and said softly, "Sorry about yesterday. Don't tell Traci I said this but to be honest, it really turned me on to see you get so aroused. I hope you somehow managed to enjoy it despite it being weird."

I walked away without answering and other than that, none of us mentioned a word about what had happened the previous afternoon. A similar scenario of suntan lotion and various other ploys geared toward my sexual torment unfolded by the pool Friday afternoon. As the day ended, Traci once again suggested that I take a bath, only this time, the two of them stood in the bathroom while I peeled off my swimming trunks as the tub filled.

"Welcome to round two of your de-sexualization training," said Traci as I got into the bathtub, my boner throbbing. "You did really well yesterday, Ben, but this time we're going to make it much more challenging."

I didn't respond and watched in anticipation as Traci soaped up her hand. As she stared into my eyes with Jen looking on, Traci fondled my scrotum and then while caressing my shaft with her finger tips as she worked her way up, she wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis. She gave me an astounding stroke, only this time she didn't stop. She gave me another. And another. I was arching my back and thrusting upward to match her motion but now she stopped.

"Here's what we're going to do, Ben," said Traci as I tried to catch my breath, my chest heaving. "Jen and I are going to take our tops off while you watch. Then we're going to take turns stroking you until you're about ready to come, and we will stop before you do. You absolutely positively CANNOT come. And you must not look at our tits. I repeat, do not look at our boobs. How's that sound?"

"Stu-, stupid," I stammered.

"Oh, that's right Jen, he doesn't think of us sexually, how could we forget? " Traci said, and then reached behind Jen's neck and untied the knot holding up her bikini top. Traci let it fall, unveiling Jen's beautiful breasts. I had seen glimpses of them as I noted earlier, but not the full frontal view. Jen's face reddened as I stared, and then Traci undid her own top and bared her chest. The two of them continued to kneel at the side of the tub as I looked at one set of breasts, then the other.

"Who's do you like better?" Traci asked.

"They're the same," I answered.

"Wimpy response, Ben. You have to pick."

"Well, by a small margin, Jen's are maybe a bit nicer."

"Oh Ben," said Traci, shaking her head, "you've already done a bad thing, naughty boy."

"I'm sorry," I said, "yours are better Traci, I meant no offense."

Traci laughed and said, "Well thanks Ben, but you did something worse than that."

"What?"

"You aren't supposed to be looking at our breasts in the first place. Remember?" Traci laughed as I blushed, and then she ordered Jen into action.

"Give him a few strokes until he gets ready to blow. And Ben, you better NOT have any accidents or you're going to have repercussions that you can't imagine. Do you understand?"

I nodded yes. And Jen took over. "I'm sorry Ben," Jen said as she soaped up her hand, "I don't mean to be cruel."

"Jen," said Traci, "please shut the fuck up."

Jen firmly wrapped her fingers around my boner's head and looked into my eyes as she proceeded to slide her hand down my shaft. She took a couple of seconds to complete the stroke and I thrust up into her hand as she began her second one. Jen leaned forward to whisper softly in my ear, "Please know Ben that I'm not trying to hurt --"

"Ben!" Traci yelled. "DO NOT look at Jen's tits. I saw you peaking."

I closed my eyes as Jen finished stroke two and began another.

"Open your eyes," Traci said. "Look into Jen's eyes. You will not get over these troubling notions about us unless you watch what we're doing to you, and prove that you can stop responding sexually."

I did open my eyes, although Jen kept her gaze focused on my penis. Her warm, soft, soapy hand felt sensational and my heart pounded so fast and my chest heaved as she continued. After one more stroke I was on the verge of busting and Traci finally said, "Better stop Jen, he's about to explode."

And so Jen stopped and she let go of me, that same almost undetectable smirk of achievement having returned as I shivered and panted. But that was it. Done. Nothing. The two of them sat there just like yesterday watching me suffer, my urge unsatisfied.

"I'm going to resume this lesson," Traci said after a few minutes of silence, "but first I want to remind you that you cannot come. And I have a question for you: do you still say that you don't think of us in a sexual way?"

I looked at Traci's breasts and then Jen's, and Traci lightly slapped my face and reminded me of the no-looking rule. "Okay," I said. "You win. I guess maybe I do sort of think of you that way. Sometimes."

Traci erased my hope that this acknowledgement would bring about better fortune. "Good", she said. "At least you're finally being honest. Now back to your training."

Traci took over and began stroking, after reminding me yet again of the commandment not to come or peak at her breasts. One stroke, followed by two, then three. As Traci began her fourth stroke, Jen interjected. "Traci, maybe he's had enough for today."

"Don't be such a pussy Jen, that's HIS role," said Traci as she continued. Jen slowly shook her head and looked away.

"Look at my eyes, Ben" said Traci. I complied. She brought me to the brink of orgasm moments later but stopped just in time.

The two of them sat in silence while I shook breathlessly, moaning in frustrated agony, a drop of pre-come oozing from my swollen penis. I felt completely spent and exhausted, wanting to unload more than before, not sure how much more of this I could stand. A few minutes later, right when I started to calm down a bit, Traci ordered Jen to resume. Traci once more stated the rules, this time making me promise out loud that I would not come.

"If we misjudge you'll tell us to stop in time, right Ben?" asked Traci.

"Yes."

And so began round four, with Jen back in charge. The smirk gone, Jen had an apologetic expression when our eyes met and she seemed ready to shed a tear of sorrow for me, but nonetheless placed her hand around my penis, sighed heavily, tightened her grip and stroked me. Now her warm soft hand felt even better than each time earlier. She continued and I came closer to climax, knowing full well that Jen would soon stop and I'd go on unrelieved, shivering and panting once again.

"I really do think that he's now had enough for today", said Jen, stopping for a moment to plead with Traci while squeezing the shaft of my cock more firmly, as if to cut off blood flow to reduce my agony.

"No," said Traci. "Keep going. He's not there yet. And Ben, you better not come. That defeats the purpose. I repeat: Do. Not. Come." Traci bent forward and put her face near my penis, saying that she would watch carefully and warn Jen when it was time to stop.

Jen resumed, now a bit slower as she delivered sensual stokes, loosening her grip a bit. Throughout this ordeal I could tell that Jen felt bad about what she and Traci were doing to me, and that she wanted to somehow help me cope. She decided to try a pep talk. With a look of helpless empathy, she leaned forward and positioned her mouth near my ear so that her lips were hidden from Traci's view. She tightened her grip again and while continuing to stroke me in the same slow manner, Jen whispered in my ear, so softly that only I could hear her. "Hang in there, buddy. You'll be okay."

I nodded my appreciation as she kept her lips near my ear and continued whispering so that only I could hear her.

As she began another torturously delightful stroke, she whispered to me, "I'm sorry. Let's just get you through this."

I nodded again as she completed the stroke. Then as she began another one, Jen whispered to me, "I mean it, I love you and you have to know that I don't like doing this to you. I'll make it up to you. Somehow. Okay?"

Jen glanced back at Traci, who still had her face down by my penis, staring at the head and right down into the barrel, watching for signs that I was going to burst. Then Jen turned back to me, gripped the head of my erection to start another stroke, and just when I was a few seconds from coming, Jen said something that literally defined the phrase "What the heck were you thinking?"

As she progressed downward with her soft and soapy hand, Jen whispered to me, "Someday, I'm not sure when, but if you want to, I promise that I'll let you make lo-- "

With a full body convulsion, I exploded and launched semen all over Traci's face. Enraged, Traci jumped to her feet and screamed at me as Jen began to sob.

"You little useless fucking SHIT!" screamed Traci as she towered over me, enraged.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was my fault!" cried Jen, "I did something that caused it. I didn't mean to."

"Just shut up Jen," yelled Traci. "Ben, you're going to pay dearly for this, you pathetic perverted fucker. Can't follow simple directions." She wiped semen of her face and breasts with a towel that Jen handed her, then said to me, "You'll PAY, Ben. Big time."

PART IV: THE PUNISHMENT

So that's how Friday ended, which takes us to that Saturday afternoon and my walk home along the rural road with Jen. Traci had sent us to the store to pick up some groceries. On the way back, an overwhelming feeling of dread haunted me. As per Traci's orders, Jen and I had not spoken to her or to each another throughout the entire day until our walk together, and even then not much was said.

"You know Jen," I said as we walked together holding hands. "Part of me wonders if you meant to make me do that yesterday."

Jen looked away and then said softly, "Well I didn't. And I'm sorry, that was just me feeling bad for you. And I hope you know that." I didn't respond and after we took a few more steps she let go of my hand and glared at me. "Why would you even accuse me of such a thing? You think it was some big setup I suppose? Give me a break."

"Fine," I said, "But if you really want to help me through whatever's next, maybe try a different approach. Don't piss her off more, though, whatever you do. She's getting more and more psychotic every fucking day."

When we arrived home from the store, Traci told us to put the groceries away and meet her in the basement. As we placed the items on their proper shelves in the kitchen, Jen and I caught each other's eyes a couple of times but didn't speak. She had on my favorite miniskirt of hers, a pleated red short skirt that showcased her soft wonderfully-shaped thighs.

Together we went down the stairs to the basement, which felt cold as it was unfinished, nothing but bare concrete walls and a dark, musty atmosphere. Traci had placed a chair beneath a light that hung from the ceiling, suspended by a twisted cord. She stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at us as we walked toward her.

"Jen," said Traci, "I don't know what the hell you did to him last night but I am not happy with either of you. I repeat: I. Am not. Happy. Sit down on the chair, Jen."

Jen seated herself on the chair without saying a word, a look of concern on her face, her red skirt now covering just the uppermost portion of her thighs.

"As for you Ben, this training backfired and you've defeated the entire purpose. I tried the gentle approach and you blew it. Literally."

"I'm sorry," I pleaded.

"Hush. Take your shirt off and pull your pants down, including your underwear, all the way to your ankles." I did as told as Traci continued, "You didn't seem to understand that the idea last night was to erase from your sick little head, that ignorant mind of yours, the simple concept of your own sisters being objects placed here for your sexual gratification."

"He tried, Traci," said Jen. "He lasted so long."

Traci ignored her. "Ben," she said, "the only way to solve this problem of yours, and it is YOUR problem, is to have you now learn that you must associate us with discomfort, not pleasure. Put your hands behind your back and whatever you do, keep them there."

My feeling of dread turned to horror. Standing in front of Traci with my pants down and underwear at my ankles, I put my hands behind my back as instructed. With an air of satisfaction, Traci smiled warmly and snuggled up to me as I stood naked in front of her, my hands clasped behind me.

This time it was her turn to whisper in my ear. "You think we're pretty hot, don't you, a couple of sexy little kittens," she whispered as she placed the top of her head under my chin. Her hair felt and smelled wonderful as I dug my nose into it, but I was afraid to answer. I felt her fingertips walking down my side, slowly, her nails gently scratching me at times, and then she placed her hand around my penis.

"Go ahead Ben," Traci said, "get a boner. I'm going to pleasure you a bit more, right now." Stroking me very lightly she said, "You know, I feel a little bit sorry about all this and although we'll get to the repercussions of what happened last night in a bit, for now, let's just forget all that. We'll just pretend that you and I aren't brother and sister. We aren't even related to each other. Does that sound okay to you?"

I kept my hands behind my back, and as Jen sat silently on the chair, Traci pressed her breasts into my chest, and rested her chin on my shoulder, her cheek touching mine. She began fondling my penis with both of her soft hands, moaning in my ear, flicking her tongue in and out, occasionally licking in little circles. I soon had a massive boner and wanted desperately to grab Traci and hug her, hump away at her, anything to make me unleash like before.

"Would you feel a bit better if I made you come all over me, Ben?" Traci whispered.

I contemplated how to answer but then said, "No", thinking that's what she wanted me to hear.

"LIAR!" Traci shouted, pushing me away.

I should have realized she was playing a trick but it was too late, and I felt helpless standing there with my pants down and my hands behind my back. Traci smiled with a delusional fire in her eyes. She then said in a soft voice, "You're so predictable, Ben, so easy to manipulate. Look at you with that boner, your pants at your ankles. Aren't you ashamed at yourself?"

"I, um, --"

"Shut your mouth," Traci yelled. "The subject this time is pain. Not pleasure. Now lay down, little Benny, lay face down across Jen's lap. Feet on the floor behind you. Hands in front, your ass in the air. Got all that?"

Jen and I exchanged worried glances as I complied, kneeling over and crawling into position as instructed. Jen's thighs felt cold at first against my erection as I sprawled across her lap.

"Good job," said Traci as she stood behind me. I felt her hair tickle my back as she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't move during this, Ben. Don't say anything. Not a sound. Just think about me, and Jen, and how we are linked to discomfort."

With my feet on the ground and pants still at my ankles, my hands on the floor in front of me to brace myself with my butt propped up naked in the cold air, I felt Traci's fingertips lightly touch my bare bottom, tapping lightly all around it. Then she began raking away with her fingernails, using both hands in tandem, very lightly, one on each side of my butt, progressing with her nails slowly, ever so slowly. Moving from top to bottom with her hands working together, she raked my bare skin with her nails in this manner over and over.

I could feel the goose bumps on my butt as she continued, and although it wasn't intolerable I definitely wanted her to stop doing this, to stop causing this sensation, this mix of a tickle and scratch. I still had an erection though and Jen's thighs now felt warm and soft beneath me.

Traci stopped and leaned forward and asked me if what she was doing felt uncomfortable, and when I said "Yes", she said "Okay I'll stop then." She paused, and then did it again, one slow, torturous raking stroke down my butt. She stopped again as I shivered.