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Chapter 7

December had arrived and everyone in the school was looking forward to the holidays. It was Monday, and like every Monday, the names of those students selected to participate in the Program were read out, so after they reluctantly stood and grudgingly left the classroom to get naked, Tom left for his study area in the library. Some snickers reached his ears as he left the room, so he just turned, made a “yeah, so what” gesture, and left. The two trouble-makers who had threatened to spread rumors about Tom had actually begun to do just that, but an alert teacher overheard them and a quick trip to the head teacher and a lecture stopped any further rumor-mongering on the two boys’ parts.

I don’t know why they even bother having me go to home room on Mondays, he thought. For the whole term, there’s only been two times that a kid in my home room hasn’t been picked. They should let me go right to the library every day.

He stopped off at the librarian’s office and collected the class materials left for him by his teachers and then got settled in his corner carrel. Pulling out the computer tablet, he turned it on, connected to his first class’s video stream, mounted the tablet in its stand, and adjusted its position. He put on the wireless headphone and then opened the folder containing his copy of the class’s lesson materials. The class change bell sounded then.

Then he noticed that teacher’s instructions told him that he should get a certain book from the class’s reserved books shelf, so he got up and looked for it there. The book wasn’t to be found, so he went to see the librarian. The two of them searched for several minutes when the bell for the period beginning rang.

“I’ll have to let your teacher know that the book’s not here,” the librarian said, as she walked back to her office. Just then a student aide came in, wheeling a cart of books to be reshelved. “Oh, wait, Tom, here’s your book.”

She picked it up from the books on the cart and gave it to him.

“Thanks,” Tom told her, and went back to his carrel.

Standing in front of the table, he put the book down and absentmindedly glanced at the tablet—his heart jumped into his throat. There on the screen, in plain view, a naked girl was sprawled out on a chair and an equally naked boy was crouched between her legs; his face was in her crotch and his hand was rubbing her breast. The audio from the room coming through his headset unmistakably indicated that the boy was doing a wonderful job pleasuring the girl; she was squealing, “Oh, oh... oh yeah... ahhh... oh... like that... ooohh!”

Tom stared at the sight, paralyzed, like a mouse staring at a snake ready to strike. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, but his heart was pounding and he was having difficulty breathing. He was locked in position for almost a full minute when the girl on the screen screamed as she orgasmed. Tom’s legs suddenly felt like jelly; they couldn’t support him any longer and he slumped into his chair. That’s when he became aware of a dull pain emanating from his groin—his penis had become like an iron bar. Tom pushed the tablet so it faced away as he tried to control his labored breathing; then he realized he could still hear the girl speaking.

“That was awesome, Martin. Now it’s your turn. Shit, you’re big; mmmm, let me suck it in...”

Tom tore off the headset and leaned back in his chair, sighing.

Shit! he thought. Fuck, that hurts! and he tried adjusting himself to relieve the pressure in his crotch. He quickly noticed that his feelings of panic had almost instantly disappeared when he became aware of his sexual excitement. The panic, the chest tightening, the dizziness—all gone.

Now that’s totally weird, he thought. What the hell does that mean?

He tried to think of a way to test it again but looking for another way of seeing a relief session seemed to be too frightening to contemplate; then he realized that the class must have started by now, so he set up the tablet again and soon became involved with the class.

After the class was over, Tom realized that the camera’s view in that classroom must have moved down a bit—it must have gotten bumped somehow, because its view had never shown any chairs in the front of the room before. He decided that, in the future, he’d check the audio coming from the classrooms first so he could avoid seeing any more disturbing video.

What the hell am I thinking of? he berated himself. I get a just about perfect porn video shot and I’m thinking of ways to avoid it? I’m crazy, absolutely crazy! He shook his head and tried to make sense of how his sexual stimulation affected his panic. I need to talk to someone, damn it, but it’s so fuckin’ embarrassing... Maybe Lynette... we talk about everything, and she jokes about how she gets turned on by all the stuff she sees... And then she realizes that her talkin’ about it makes me uncomfortable and she stops. Maybe she needs to talk it over too. Oh god, I don’t know what to do. he sighed miserably.

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At home after school that day, Tom went to Lynette’s room to continue their work on a class project that they had been assigned to do together. They each had done some independent research and now they planned to combine their work into the report writeup.

“Oh, Tommie, I heard something today about a blog that posts stuff about bad Naked in School crap happening in different schools,” Lynette said. “One of the girls found it and she said she read about some really awful things that were happening in some schools.”

“Huh, really? How about in our school? I’m so far out of the rumor loop that if the place burned down tomorrow, I’d first hear about it next week.”

“Very funny. No, can’t say that I know of anything really bad at our school. Just the usual sex-crazed performances. I get so damned turned on sometimes... especially today... But Sally was really distressed about what she read, ‘cause she’s scared out of her mind about what’ll happen when her turn comes.”

“God, it must be awful to have that Program selection crap hangin’ over your head, you know?” Tom sighed. “We’re so lucky that we’re not gonna get involved. I’m certain that I wouldn’t be interested in reading that blog especially if it talks about bad stuff.”

“Yeah, me too. But I feel sorry for people who are forced to do things that make them feel horrid,” Lynette said, shaking her head. “I wanna look at that blog—see what Sally was saying about other schools.”

Tom grimaced. “And those tabloid articles we’ve read about the Program too. Hey—those articles—they also mentioned a blog kinda like that, right?”

Lynette was typing at her laptop. She looked up. “Yeah, that’s right. Okay, the search results are here... yeah... I think this is it. Called The Realist. Let me see. This must be it. Oh my, here’s an article about a girl where the head teacher had cut off her long hair ‘cause she could use it to hide her titties... and here’s a link, let me click it... oh god, it talks about the Program being a kind of torture of kids. Hmmm, there are links to newspaper articles that talk about abuse like that too... let’s see... wow, the tabloids write about the blog and how it’s exposing all the bad things about the Program... Tommie? Are you okay?”

Tom’s face had turned a bit gray. “Um, sis, can you please stop with that Program shit? It’s really bothering me today, thinking about all that crap.”

Lynette pushed her laptop away. “Okay, Tommie. Hey, we better get to work on that project now.”

“For sure. Take my mind off all that Program shit.”

“Okay. I think that after we write the intro and basics of the topic we’re discussing, your part should come first,” she suggested.

“Yeah, makes sense; mine’s the positive viewpoint,” Tom replied.

They started to discuss how to word the introduction. Lynette opened her notebook and began reading and making notes. She wrinkled her forehead and Tom chuckled; she looked up at him and he winked at her.

“Cut that out!” she smiled. “Actually, this project we’re doing covers what’s becoming a kinda hot topic now... um... crap, I’m still thinking about hot topics... a different kind of hot topic... shit, can’t get that damn scene outta my mind. There was this really hot relief scene in first period class, just so fuckin’ hot. Had me so damn bothered, thinkin’ about it all bloody day.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Tom sighed. “That’s why I wanted you to quit looking at that blog stuff about the Program. It’s makin’ me think about that first period class and watching that scene really, really bothered me too.”

Lynette looked at him. “Wait—what? You just said you watched it? How? How could that happen?”

“Yeah, I watched—I saw it. By accident. Somehow the camera got bumped so its view tilted down enough for me to see the chairs they use for that relief shit. I got a bird’s eye view from like above the front row, you know, real close, and I fuckin’ couldn’t look away either. Gerry—was that her name?”

“Yeah.”

“She was sprawled out there, totally exposed, and I saw almost the whole thing.”

“Ohmygod, Tommie! What happened, you didn’t freak out and panic, I hope!”

“No, it was weird. It felt like the panic started but suddenly I got so fuckin’ aroused, the panic never got any steam up to go anywhere. It just... um... fizzled... died down. I felt the chest pressure crap start and my breathing got tight, then... nothing... gone, zilch... just, shit, I got so damn hot seeing what... um, that was Martin, I guess, was doing to her!”

He continued to briefly describe what happened to him as he watched the girl get her orgasm.

“I was just frozen there, watching. The sound was coming through on my earpiece too and I couldn’t make myself look away either. My body really reacted, you know, in my crotch,” he said, blushing. “So when I got aroused like that, the panic just kinda fizzled out; I could still feel it, you know? Way in the background? But it was like it didn’t matter; it wasn’t affecting me. All I felt was myself gettin’ awful tight down there and it was damn uncomfortable.”

“Holy shit, Tom! Wow, that’s incredible—say, did you try to see if you could watch another relief session after that to see if the same thing happened?”

“The thought occurred, sweetie. But I was so scared; like maybe that time was a fluke and if I forced myself to watch something like it again, maybe it would be worse? I don’t know! I just don’t know!” he groaned.

“Oh, Tommie, my dear Tommie...” Lynette murmured as she stroked his cheek. “You know that I love you so much and how badly I want to help you get over your panics. Tell me, how did you feel when you saw Gerry naked like that; she’s a really pretty girl.”

“Ah, well, I couldn’t look away, I told you, but the panic wasn’t so bad at seeing Gerry—well, maybe since it was all taking place on that tablet screen, I dunno. It wasn’t near me, so there wasn’t much threat, I guess. It was just a picture. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have a bad reaction.”

“But when did you notice that you were excited?”

“I think... yeah, I got all weak and my legs gave way—I was standing; I had just walked back to the desk and glanced at the screen. Then suddenly it hit me what I was seeing. Then I watched, like I couldn’t look away. So yeah, I guess noticed that I... was hard... um... but I noticed it only when Gerry screamed that she was cumming.”

Lynette sighed and squirmed; this discussion was making her relive the erotic sight in her memory and that memory was turning her on again.

“Oh wow, Tommie, I’ll bet your legs gave way ‘cause you were turned on by seeing Martin and Gerry and... maybe... yeah, maybe when you get all hot like that, maybe you can’t panic? Shit, I think you should have tried to find another relief session to watch!”

“Oh hell, no... thought about doing it... but... shit, I don’t know, I was really scared of getting panicked.”

Suddenly a really wild thought occurred to Lynette. What if I tried helping him...? raced through her mind. She blushed. And then she resolved to herself to try getting her brother turned on—with her own body.

She said, aloud, “Tom, I just had this dumb, crazy idea. We can try it right now, just us two, where it’s totally safe for you.”

Tom stared at her, openmouthed. “Try it? What do you mean, ‘it’?”

“Just part of what you saw. I can get undressed and... um... try to get you... um... turned on. Yeah, that’ll see how much you react, and if it looks like it’ll get bad for you, we can stop right away.”

“God, no, Lyn...”

“Sshhhh! Tom, look, this might be the breakthrough you need! You know you’re totally safe with me, we love each other and share all our secrets too. This is your chance to see if you can do the one single thing that you’ve just now found that pushes away your panic, something that you’ve never had happen before—not panicking when you see nudity. Please do this for me... and you.”

She looked at him with doe eyes; he never could resist Lynette when she looked at him like that.

He reluctantly nodded. “Okay, I guess, but if I start to get bad, please stop, okay? Please?”

Lynette smiled brilliantly and hugged him.

“Good, now Tom, I’m gonna take off my top... oh wait, I have a better idea!”

She ran to her closet, grabbed a scarf, and brought it out.

“I’m gonna blindfold you and then I’ll do some things to try to get you all hot and bothered. And just so you know, I’ll be undressing too. You’ll know that but won’t see anything. I think that’ll kinda trick your body in a way. Your mind will know but you won’t see anything. Now just relax and try not to worry about what’s happening, just think about how you’re feeling.”

“Um, okay, I guess...?”

She tied the scarf around his head. “Can you see?”

“Jeez. No.”

“Okay, here goes.”

Lynette slipped off her t-shirt. Now wearing just her bra and loose sweatpants, she took Tom’s hand and put it on her bra over her left breast.

“How does that feel? That’s my bra you’re touching.”

“Oh wow... mmmm...”

She slipped the bra up from under his hand, baring her breasts, and pressed his palm against the nipple. Then she rubbed her nipple on his palm. She sighed, it felt wonderful, then an unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed her and she shivered.

“Mmmm, feel my nipple, Tommie? It loves what your hand is doing,” she teased him and then pulled his other hand up to her chest. “Rub them both, Tommie, sweetie. Mmmmm... sooo good... now don’t be alarmed at this...”

Tom was also wearing sweatpants; she slowly slipped her hand under his elastic waistband and loosened the string tie.

“Oh shit, what are you...?” He tried to pull his hands down but she stopped him and put them back on her chest.

“Ssshhhh,” she whispered as she stroked his cheek. “Keep them there. Just relax and feel my titties. That feels so damn good, Tommie.”

She reached under Tom’s waistband, into his underpants, and took hold of his penis. Ever since she had begun seeing all those naked boys walking around school with their cocks swinging, she had longed to try this but felt too inhibited. There was something else that bothered her about the nudity and sex she saw—it was a general feeling of distress and fear which pervaded her senses while she walked in the halls. It was very uncomfortable and kept her feeling very uneasy all day long.

“OH!” he grunted as he pulled his hips back. “STOP, Lynnie!”

His penis had sprung up into a rigid pole.

“Okay, sweetie, I’ll let go, but keep up what you’re doing to my titties. I love it.”

Her hands free now, she slipped her sweatpants off her hips and pushed down her panties; then wiggling her hips, let them both drop to around her ankles. Then she unclipped her bra’s front clasp and shrugged it off her shoulders.

“How are you feeling now, Tommie?” she murmured.

“Um, this is weird, Lynnie. Your tits are awesome. I think my body is trying to panic but my cock’s so fuckin’ hard I think my body forgot how to get a panic goin’ on me. All my blood must be down below...”

“Good, now try this,” she said, as she took one of his hands and guided it down to her vulva.

“What are you... shit! Is that your... Oh damn, you’re fuckin’ soaked there, sis. What the hell’s goin’...”

He couldn’t resist it any more. Tom tore off the scarf as Lynette wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into a scorching kiss. With her other hand, she reached back into his pants, grabbed his penis, and began stroking it gently.

“Mmmffff... Lynnnmmm... aaahhh...” Tom gasped as Lynette’s tongue sought the inside of his mouth.

He gave up the feeble resistance he was attempting to make against Lynette’s oral assault and embraced her, crushing her in a hug, as they passionately kissed. Lynette used her hands to shove Tom’s pants and underwear down. The garments puddled on the floor around his ankles while she pressed her hips against his groin, rubbing his throbbing erection between their bodies. Then she put her hands on Tom’s butt cheeks and stroked them, marveling at their shape and firmness.

Tom couldn’t think at all. The sensations of his penis being squeezed against his step-sister’s belly while his buttocks were being fondled were overloading his brain, driving away any thought that he was standing there virtually naked. Suddenly all of his love for his wonderful step-sister came crashing through into his consciousness. Lynette was his soulmate, he realized. He felt like his head was going to explode with the awesome sensations that were coursing through him and instead of the crushing pain in his chest of a panic attack, all he felt was a different kind of chest crushing as it swelled with an all-consuming love for her, and he felt a rush of intense emotion as it built and caught in his throat.

As their passionate kissing continued, Lynette was feeling like she never wanted to stop. She had always been powerfully attracted to her step-brother and had suspected that it was a romantic attraction; now she knew for certain that what she felt was truly romantic love. This guy was perfect in every way and her heart melted every time she thought about him.

Lynette put her hands on Tom’s face and holding his cheeks, gently moved his head back. Then he noticed her body.

“Ohmygod!” he exclaimed, “you’re naked! Shit, sis, you’re gorgeous!”

“Look down at yourself, darling,” Lynette said and Tom did.

“Fuck, when did that happen?” he said, nonplused. “Oh, wow... my... my head is spinning! That kiss... it fuckin’ took my breath away. God, Lynnie, you do know that I love you so much?”

Lynette’s heart leaped. “Yes! I love you too, my darling, darling brother. Ever since we met, I’ve loved you.”

“Wow... You know we can’t...” Tom began. “Well, we’re not blood related... I wonder...”

“Shhh. Let’s not think of that right now, darling. Look, the two of us are standing here and we’re both essentially naked. My pants are on the floor, so are yours. You’ve only got your t-shirt on. How do you feel, my love?”

“My mind is so fuckin’ scrambled, how should I know? Damn, I don’t feel any panic. I don’t believe this. How did you know...”

He had to stop because at hearing Tom’s words, Lynette had squealed with delight and essentially tackled him, latching onto his mouth with hers. Even though he outweighed her by more than sixty pounds, she steered him to her bed and the two flopped down on it. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and Tom helped her pull it off.

“Oh god,” she said, looking at Tom’s body. “I’ve seen dozens of naked boys now and no one comes even close to looking as good as you, my darling. You could be a model in a men’s magazine, you know.”

Tom was looking adoringly at Lynette’s body.

“You know, I saw Gerry all spread out on my tablet screen this morning. She’s the only naked girl that I’ve seen before you—I’ve seen girls in bikinis, of course, but you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, with or without clothes,” he chuckled ruefully.

“C’mere,” Lynette said as she grabbed Tom and gave him another searing kiss. “I told you I’d get you all hot and shit, it so, so backfired; I’m fuckin’ hot too now. But I’m dying to try this out after seeing it done so many times in school, but I only want to do it with my boy.”

She bent down and took Tom’s penis, which had shrunk only a little while they were talking, into her mouth, and with one hand and her lips, began stroking it firmly. Tom gasped at the incredible sensations and felt a rush of lust. Lynette’s breasts beckoned, so he reached over to stroke them. He loved how firm they felt and how the pointy nipples poked out like fat thimbles, standing away from her conical, deep pink areolas. Her breasts made a perfect handful and as he stroked them, Lynette moaned in appreciation. She pushed him down flat on the bed and leaned over his belly with her hips near Tom’s head. Then she went back to work on his raging erection.

She thought it looked beautiful and it immediately became her favorite part of his body. Tom was cut, his penis was long and fat; she guessed between six and seven inches with about a two inch girth. It curved upward in a slight, graceful arc and the head was like a perfect helmet—not too blunt, not too pointy—just perfect. Lynette had seen plenty of boys’ penises to compare it to and she decided that Tom’s was just total perfection, her absolute favorite of the dozens of stiff cocks she had seen swinging from the boys’ groins as they walked around the school. And sucking on Tom’s member was causing her vulva to tingle; she could feel how wet she was getting.

When Tom saw Lynette’s body twist around with her pretty little butt near his head, he had to reach out to it to stroke and knead its tempting shape. He moved his hand around one soft but firm buttock globe and slid it into the crease between her cheeks, then down to her hot core. As his fingers slid into her vulva, she moaned and spread her legs slightly and Tom’s hand delved into the heat between her lips. He couldn’t believe how wet she was there. He couldn’t believe how complicated everything felt there too, his health classes hadn’t prepared him for the reality of how a girl’s sex really felt, with its assortment of folded flesh, crevasses, and openings. He found a small indentation toward the back of her slit, near her butt, and probed the small opening with a finger. It went in only slightly, but then Lynette grunted and jerked in discomfort when his finger was stopped by a stretchy something around it which flexed as he tried pushing his finger against it.

“Ow, Tom, that hurts...” Lynette grunted.

Ah, he thought, that must be her cherry. Then at the other end is the clit—that’s like the head of my cock, so if I stroke it...

He did and was rewarded by a little squeal as Lynette rotated her hips. With a growl, Tom reached over and grabbed Lynette’s hips and with a heave, lifted her lithe body up so that her hips wound up over his shoulders and her thighs straddling his head. Then he got his first closeup look at a girl’s sex organs. He was amazed at both the sight and the scent, a heady, musky odor which made his head spin and his penis lurch. He moved his head closer to take a deep sniff and when his nose touched Lynette’s nether lips, she gasped and pressed her hips down, forcing her vulva onto Tom’s mouth. And that’s when he tasted the juices which were seeping out of her vagina. Backing away slightly, he used his hands to part her lips, and looked. He saw her clitoris, engorged and peeking out from under its hood, and the opening to her love tunnel, partially covered by a papery-looking pale pink membrane with a ragged, irregularly shaped opening in it. Then he moved his head back and began lapping at her vulva with his tongue held flat.

Lynette squealed at the sensation and redoubled her efforts in making love to Tom’s penis. She worked her mouth up and down the shaft while running her hands over the part she couldn’t get into her mouth, trying to emulate what she had seen the Program girls doing to their partners during their relief sessions.

I’ve got some pretty good examples to follow, she thought, as she copied some of the movements and techniques she had seen. I guess the Program isn’t too horrible for some of the girls, but damn, so many of the girls I’ve seen are so frikkin’ terrified even after their week’s almost over...

Tom, in the meantime, was using his tongue and fingers to lick and stroke all around Lynette’s lower lips, clitoris, and her tight little rosebud, which he rimmed with a finger, using the juices seeping out of her to make it slippery. He couldn’t believe how pretty and sexy she looked down there; her pubic hair matched her dark blonde hair, and it was trimmed into a pretty little oval shape around her tight slit. He dove in again and lapped over her clitoris; then, with his lips pursed, he used them to suck on her clitoris, drawing it between his lips, while he lashed its tip with his tongue.

Lynette exhaled in a shuddering moan and went rigid, her legs clamping firmly onto Tom’s ears, and she let out a long wail as her pelvic muscles throbbed in a massive orgasm. The feeling of her lower body beginning to pulse around his head, as a massive sensation of lust washed over him, started a burning deep in his groin. Those sensations, plus the results of Lynette’s tongue washing the head of his penis as she jacked her hand on the shaft, sent Tom spiraling into his own powerful release. First one, then a second, spasm in Tom’s groin sent a strong jet of thick semen boiling into Lynette’s mouth and she choked and gulped at the unexpected feeling of the warm, thick liquid flooding her mouth. A third and fourth jet shot out, this time catching her on the nose and chin. And finally, another pulse of cum simply oozed out of Tom’s penis slit, running down the shaft and over Lynette’s small hand.

The two of them were exhausted now. Lynette slid off of Tom and crawled around, lying on his chest as he cradled her in his arms. She moved her head close to his and their mouths came together in a romantic, loving kiss. Tom’s hands roved down and over Lynette’s taut buttocks and he gently stroked and kneaded them while Lynette purred like a satisfied cat.

“I love you so much, my wonderful Tommie,” she breathed into his mouth. “That was just brilliant. How did you know what to do? It was perfect.”

“I dunno, doll, I guess I just tried different things and when I did something you liked, I did more of it. You were amazing, though. I never knew anything could feel so awesome. You kinda tried to tell me about your seeing blowjobs at school but I knew that even though you wanted to talk about it, you realized that stuff made me uncomfortable. So you stopped. But it looks like the thought of all that sex play at school got you turned on. Did you see a lot of sex play? Blow jobs?”

“Oh yeah. Took notes, too,” she giggled. “Basically got a whole class in it. BJ-101, you know?”

“Hell, sweetie, that was graduate level work, no way was it an entry level class you took,” he chuckled.

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