Chapter 2

Posted: October 23, 2006 - 12:06:51 am

I'm still not really sure what happened to me when I touched that idol. I had never been a superstitious girl up to that day, but looking back on it now, I can only figure that some kind of supernatural force must have entered my body. The effects were oh so subtle. At first, I felt warmth and a slight tingle in my hand, and that warmth began to spread up my arm and gradually radiate throughout my entire body. I suddenly had the urge to caress the idol, and as I did so, I sensed that someone... or something, infiltrated my mind.

I don't know how long I stood there caressing the idol. Time seemed to stand still as I did so. I wasn't even aware that at some point, I drop to my knees to fondle and kiss the idol's penis. I was suddenly yanked out of my trance by the voice of my brother.

"Hey Britney, what the hell are you doing? Are you using that statue as a substitute for me?"

I suddenly became aware that I was kneeling before the idol, my hands fondling its penis. I jerked my hands away from the wooden phallus, and turned to face my brother. I struggled to escape the mental fog I was under, while Brian helped pull me to my feet. He led me a short distance from the idol, before stopping. He turned to face me, and repeated his question.

"So why were you doing that? What's with you and that statue?"

Blushing furiously, I vainly tried to play little miss innocent.

"I was just... uh, looking at it," I answered lamely.

Brian wasn't buying a minute of my contrite act.

"Don't try to bullshit the big bullshitter, sis. You were all over that thing, I saw you jerking his joint and you were even kissing it! I thought you were miss innocent virgin."

I was struggling to come up with a believable explanation for my behavior, when a lady approached us and spoke.

"Excuse me miss; I don't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help overhearing you."

I immediately recognized her as the woman who had done the bump-and-grind with the idol. Oh God, she must have heard Brian asking me why I had been fondling and kissing that idol! I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment again, and it only got worse when she asked her next question.

"Did I hear your boyfriend say you had touched that fertility idol?"

"Yes... er... no... I mean I touched the statue but he's not my boyfriend," I stammered.

She took my arm and we walked far enough away from Brian so he couldn't hear us talk.

"Well, I don't mean to pry, but why are you trying to get pregnant, Miss?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I asked her in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, Miss, it's just that you look a bit young to be starting a family."

"Starting a family? What makes you think I want to do that? I'm not even married!"

"Well, I suspected that was the case. That's why I thought I should warn you about these idols."

"Warn me? Warn me of what?"

"Those fertility idols have some kind of mystical power surrounding them. Thousands of infertile women who have touched them soon became pregnant. I know that for a fact because I was one of them. The doctors all said I was infertile, but then one day, I heard about how these fertility idols could help you get pregnant. I came here and touched them, and three weeks later, I learned I was pregnant! I'm here now because I want a second child."

She went on to tell me all about the infamous Ripley African fertility idols, and how they were supposedly responsible for helping over one thousand infertile women become pregnant. She told me that the idols were occasionally taken on a worldwide tour of Ripley museums, where they attracted large numbers of infertile women who were desperate to become pregnant.

Then she blushed and confided in me further.

"Three years ago when I came here, I was desperate to have a baby. I was a plump little mousey homemaker who thought you only had sex so you could have a baby. My husband Jimmy is a great guy, but I don't even know why he put up with me then. I thought I was frigid as well as infertile. That all changed once I touched the idol. Now Jimmy and I have a sex life that is the envy of everyone we know."

I remained skeptical of what this woman was telling me; after all, she was the one who had been rubbing herself against the idol's penis, how much credence could I give what she said. I was convinced she must be a couple of fries short of a happy-meal. She must have sensed my disbelief because she opened her purse and pulled out a folded paper. Pressing it into my hand, she explained that it was an official museum pamphlet, which documented the supernatural power of these idols.

"Okay, even if what you're saying about these idols is true, there's no need to worry about me touching them. I'm a virgin, and I don't plan on having sex and getting pregnant until I'm married. I don't want any of the things you wanted, so that's got to make a difference."

She frowned at my lack of concern.

"Well, you just never know what may happen after touching those idols. Just a word to the wise... you might want to consider getting on birth control as soon as possible just in case those idols can influence you to fulfill their purposes," she said cryptically, as Brian joined us.

She then turned and walked away, leaving me to digest what she had said about the idols' ability to influence my life. Just then, I noticed mom and dad walk into the room. They made their way over to the fertility idols and read the plaque in front of them. Wow, was I ever lucky that they didn't catch me fondling the male statue! Dad made some comment to mom and she laughed as he playfully tried to get her to touch the statue I had just been groping. Mom laughed some more and hit him on the arm when daddy started playing with the boobs of the female statue. Daddy managed to get mom to touch the male statue while he was touching the female, he was waggling his eyebrows and mom was giggling. Daddy was such a goof. Brian interrupted my thoughts.

"So, whatcha gonna do, sis? Are you gonna get on the pill, like that lady suggested?" Brian teased.

I gave my brother the 'what planet did you come from look, ' and said, "No way! I'm saving myself until I'm married to the man I love! I don't need to get on the pill! Besides, that woman is a nut case, for sure. I don't believe a word of what she said."

"I don't know, Britney... you sure were acting weird when I found you kneeling before that idol. Maybe those idols really do have some kind of supernatural powers!"

I tried to dismiss what Brian said with a laugh, but deep inside, I had a nagging feeling that woman might have been telling the truth. As the hours passed, that feeling only grew stronger. The first real inkling I had that the idol was messing with my mind, came later that afternoon after we left Ripley's.

They have a saying in Florida, "If you don't like the weather, wait fifteen minutes, and it will change." We witnessed this phenomenon, when after returning to the Dolphin Resort, the sky cleared up and the sun came out of hiding. It was as if the frog-strangler had never occurred. I bought a new bikini to take on this vacation, and was eager to work on my suntan. When I suggested we all go down to the resort's pool, everyone thought that was a great idea.

After Brian and I got to our room, I grabbed my new bikini and went into the bathroom to change. It was a floral design over a black background, and very skimpy. It was much more revealing than my last suit; I never would have bought it if Shelly Ribano hadn't dared me. After putting it on, I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I'm not ashamed of my body, but I never had flaunted it like this. Wow, I looked hot! Suddenly, a perverse thought popped into my mind.

'Brian is going to get an instant erection when he sees you in this sexy little bikini!'

That made me gasp. Where did that thought come from? It was so unlike me... how could I think such a perverted thing? I silently scolded myself, gathered up my courage and exited the bathroom.

Brian had already changed into his swimsuit, and that was when I got my second inkling that something was influencing my mind. He was lying on our bed, clad in a pair of red Speedos. There was nothing unusual about him wearing Speedos; they were standard issue for members of the school swim team. Brian was one of the few guys who had the physique that looked good in a Speedo. What was unusual, however, was my reaction to seeing him in that skimpy little swimsuit. My nipples immediately got hard, and I could feel the beginnings of wetness between my legs.

It wasn't like I'd never seen him in a Speedo before, because I had seen him wear them numerous times. I admit that he looked hot in those skimpy things, and I liked seeing him in them, but they had never triggered the lustful thoughts I was having now. I couldn't resist focusing my eyes on the masculine bulge in those tight little Speedos, and as I stared at it, the bulge began to grow. Oh my God... he was getting an erection right before my very eyes!

I forced myself to look anywhere else but that growing bulge. I looked up at Brian's face, and that's when I realized the cause of his arousal. He was getting turned on from seeing me in my skimpy little bikini! I flushed hotly as I began to panic. This was getting out of hand real fast. Both of us were getting turned on from staring at each other. I feared that I was losing control, and that if we didn't get out of this room real soon, something was going to happen between the two of us.

Mustering all my will, I said in a firm voice, "Brian, we have to go now!"

Brian replied, "We can't go right now, Britney."

"Why not!"

He just pointed to the obvious erection stretching the front of his Speedos and gave me an impish grin.

"Oh good grief, Brian! You picked a fine time to get a hard-on!"

"Hey! It's not my fault! You're the one who caused it to get hard, by wearing that bikini. Geez, you look sexy as hell, a statue would sprout a woody seeing you in it."

Brian realized what he said and gave me a smirk.

"Hey, come to think of it, a statue did sprout wood for you today."

"You are such a pervert!"

"Oh yeah? Well it looks like I'm not the only pervert." Brian snickered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with a scowl.

"Your nipples are about to poke holes in your top; heck I'll bet you ten bucks your pussy is sopping wet."

"You suck for talking to me like that. I should tell mom and dad!" I threatened.

"Yeah, but you know you won't because that would violate our oath. Besides, you know I'm right. You're as horny as I am; you just don't want to admit it."

Of course, he was dead-on right about my being aroused, but I couldn't admit that to him. Hell, I could hardly admit it to myself. Me being all atingle sexually was not that common an occurrence, because of the tight rein I kept on my libido. I mean, I wasn't frigid or anything, it was just I had plans for the future, plans that being sexually active could jeopardize. I did my thinking between my ears, not between my legs. Then Brian made his lewd proposition.

"Since you're responsible for my present condition, maybe you should help me get rid of it."

"In your dreams, pervert! I'll get rid of it for you alright... with a dull knife!"

"Ouch! Hey, you can't blame a guy for asking!"

"You're perfectly capable of taking care of that yourself, you do it often enough!" I answered, and before he had a chance to expose himself right there on the bed, I added, "Go take care of that disgusting thing in the bathroom, I don't want to see you masturbating."

The disturbing truth was, something inside of me actually desired to watch him jerk-off, and I really had to fight the temptation to just let him do it right there on the bed while I watched. Even after Brian entered the bathroom and closed the door, my mind began to conjure up vivid images of what he was doing in there. I imagined him standing before the toilet, his Speedos around his ankles, and his right hand furiously stroking his erect shaft until it erupted in a torrent of semen. I shook my head in an effort to rid my mind of that lewd image, but it just wouldn't go away.

As if that weren't bad enough, I began to have an irresistible desire to do the same thing myself. Something in my mind reasoned that since Brian was masturbating, I should do likewise. I tried to resist the urge, but it was as if my hand had a mind of its own; before I could deny my desires, my traitorous hand was already slipping down the front of my bikini bottoms, headed for my sopping-wet vagina.

I finally gave up trying to resist, and went with the flow. As I worked my fingers over my swollen labia and clitoris, the erotic image of my brother stroking his erect manhood played over and over in my mind's eye. When he began to ejaculate in my imagination, it triggered my own climax. I did my darndest to suppress any noise, clamping my free hand over my mouth, lest Brian hear me cry out.

I managed to finish climaxing just moments before Brian exited the bathroom. I hoped he wouldn't notice the subtle aroma of sex that emanated from my excited loins. He gave me a mischievous grin and then announced, "I had a really strong orgasm; I came a bucket full because I was fantasizing about you!"

I just about had a meltdown when he said that! Brian probably expected me to tell him what an awful pervert he was, but I was actually pleased to learn that I was his masturbatory fantasy. Besides, how could I be angry, when I had been fantasizing about him as well? I tried to look duly annoyed as I scolded him.

"You're such a perv! Let's go, mom and dad are waiting for us."

I slipped on a beach wrap around my waist; we grabbed our towels and went next door to snag our parents. As I knocked on the door, Brian stood behind me, his crotch lightly brushing against my butt. I shivered at the heat his nearness caused me, yet could not find it within me to move away. On the contrary, it took all my resolve to keep from backing up against him. What the hell was going on? Thank goodness mom and dad came right out. I did a double take when I saw dad in his surfer type swimsuit. He had a nice body for an old guy.

The weirdness continued as we trooped towards the elevators. Brian nudged me when dad casually slipped his hand down until it rested on mom's trim ass. Brian smiled and did the same thing to me. I decided to ignore his casual touch, just as mom seemed to be ignoring dad's. The sight of dad groping mom in public was almost as weird as me letting Brian do the same thing to me.

I thought things would cool down once we reached the pool, and of course, as it had been since I touched the idol, my thinking was wrong. At first, I was pleased that Brian seemed to forget about molesting me when we arrived at the pool. He jumped in the water and started swimming while I stretched out on a lounger to catch some sun. I stopped being pleased when this really cute girl about his age started flirting with him as they stood in the water near me. For some reason, I started to get steamed, as the shameless little hussy did everything but rape him right there in the pool. I was jealous.

"Brian, I hate to bother you and your new friend, but can you put some tanning oil on my back?" I asked waving the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic.

It was funny to watch his head do the ping-pong motion, as he looked back and forth between the hussy and me, trying to decide which of us he would choose. After a moment of indecision, he made the safest choice, and turned toward me. His little tramp made a sour face at me, spun on her heels and walked away.

Brian took the bottle of sunscreen and as he knelt beside me, he said, "You owe me big-time, sis."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I could be rubbing sunscreen over every square inch of that little hottie, but I chose to do your body instead."

Okay, I recognized what Brian was hinting about. Normally, whenever I had Brian rub sunscreen on me, I only let him do my back. I figured that allowing my horn-dog brother to rub sunscreen on my legs would just be too great a temptation for him. This time, however, something made me decide that as a reward for choosing me over that other girl, I would allow him to do my legs as well.

"Tell you what... since you chose me over her... I'm gonna let you rub sunscreen on my legs too. But I want you to promise me that you won't let your fingers stray to where I don't want them!"

At hearing this, Brian got a big grin on his face. Raising a hand, he intoned, "Scout's honor, I promise!"

After pouring a generous amount of the oil into his hand, he began at my shoulders, slowly working the coconut-scented lotion into my skin. As his hands worked their way down my back and sides, I had to suppress a moan of pleasure. God, when did he learn how to rub in such a sensuous fashion? I had to get a grip, reminding myself that this was indeed my brother.

I was finding it more and more difficult to avoid being aroused by his sensual touch. As his hands rubbed the oil into my sides, his hands grazed the edge of my bikini top, and when he began working the oil into my lower back, I felt his fingers insert themselves ever so slightly beneath the waist of my bikini bottoms, barely nudging the cleft of my buttocks. He was definitely pushing the envelope, trying to determine just how far I would let him go. I really should have put a stop to this, but my arousal was clouding my judgment, and his hands felt so good on me.

Things only got worse when Brian moved his hands to rub oil over my upper thighs. The moment his hands made contact with my inner thighs, I knew it had been a big mistake to let him do that. But it was too late to turn back now. I would just have to concentrate on keeping my arousal in check.

When Brian pushed my legs apart, I was unable to muster the will to close them. I felt him pour a generous dollop of oil onto my thighs, and then he began to slowly and sensuously massage it into my skin. I knew I should have put a stop to this, but I was already headed down the slippery slope. His massaging hands just felt so wonderful.

Brian concentrated his efforts on my inner thighs, slowly massaging ever closer to my most erogenous zone. When his fingers reached the crotch of my bikini bottoms, he repeatedly traced that forbidden border with his fingertips, driving me crazy with desire. I could feel the growing wetness, and wondered if Brian could see a wet spot in the crotch of my bikini.

I stole a peek over my shoulder, and confirmed that I wasn't the only one who was aroused. The front of Brian's Speedos were barely able to contain his erection. I couldn't stop staring at it. I could clearly see the outline of his shaft, and it looked big. When Brian caught me staring at his hard bulge and winked at me, I turned away in embarrassment.

Brian continued to apply sunscreen to my legs, gradually working his way down to my ankles. Now that his hands were no longer teasing the edge of my crotch, I managed to regain some control of my libido. I was relieved that he had kept his promise not to enter my forbidden zone, but I have to admit, part of me actually wished he had gone farther. My relief was short-lived, however.

"Okay, sis... roll over so I can do your front!"

I hadn't seen that coming. I just couldn't roll over onto my back. Brian would immediately notice my nipples were erect, and even worse... I'd have to face that big bulge in his Speedos again!

"That's not necessary, Brian... I can do that myself."

Brian wasn't letting me off that easily. He protested, "But you promised I could rub sunscreen on your legs! I kept my promise not to touch anywhere you didn't want me to touch, so you hafta let me do your front!"

I couldn't argue with his logic. He had kept his promise, and it was true that I said he could do my legs. I reluctantly rolled over. I really did try to avoid looking at that big bulge in his Speedos, but it was a lost cause. My eyes were drawn to that spot like steel to a magnet.

When I finally looked up at Brian's face, I could tell that his gaze was focused on my breasts. I looked down at them and confirmed what I feared; my erect nipples could plainly be seen through the thin fabric. When I looked back up at Brian, he gave me a knowing wink.

Grabbing the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic, Brian poured a puddle of the warm oil into his hand and began spreading it over my upper torso. As he began to massage the oil into my shoulders, I felt him position his right knee between my parted thighs. It seemed like a fairly innocent maneuver, but then he moved that knee until it pressed firmly against my crotch. I looked up into his face as he continued to rub in the oil, looking for some sign of perverted intentions, but I saw nothing suspicious in his expression. Apparently, he was completely unaware of the effect his knee was having on me as it pressed against my crotch.

I tried to scoot back so his knee wasn't pressing against my excited sex, but Brian held me in place as he rubbed the oil into my shoulders. I gave up and tried to relax. I was starting to enjoy where he was rubbing me now. His hands had moved away from my neck and shoulders, and were working the oil around and between my breasts. He kept tracing the edges of my bikini top with his fingertips, occasionally pushing a finger underneath the fabric, as though testing to see just how far I would let him go.

Suddenly, Brian shifted his position over me, and I felt something hard press against my upper thigh. I looked down between us, and my breath caught in my throat. The hardness I felt was Brian's erection, but what really startled me, was that the tip of his penis was peeking out the waistband of his Speedos! The sight of it mesmerized me. It was, after all, the first hard penis I had ever laid eyes on. I should have been a good sister and turned my eyes away from it, but in my aroused condition, I couldn't resist staring at it in wonder.

As I continued to stare at the exposed tip of my brother's penis, he shifted his position forward again, and as he did so, the waistband of his Speedos was pulled down. It was only an inch or so, but it left about an inch and a half of his penis in plain sight! This additional exposure had one other effect... his penis was now in direct contact with my bare thigh, and I could feel the heat emanating from it.

I considered my options. I could say nothing and look away. I could warn Brian that he was exposing himself. I could just say nothing and enjoy the show. I chose the latter, of course.

I could clearly see the pee-hole at the tip, and as I stared at it, a little droplet of milky-white fluid slowly oozed out. I may have been an inexperienced virgin, but I knew from sex-ed that this was pre-ejaculate. As I continued to stare at it, more of this liquid oozed out, and as the flow continued, it began to drip onto my naked thigh!

I was so engrossed in staring at my brother's leaking penis that I failed to notice what he was doing at my breasts. His exploratory invasions beneath the edge of my bikini top had grown bolder by the minute. When I didn't offer any protest, he took my silence as approval for a full-scale invasion. Suddenly, I felt my brother's hands slip underneath my bikini top and cup my breasts!

"No, Brian!" I shrieked.

He yanked his hands out of my top and quickly jumped to his feet. I looked around to see if our parents had noticed my outburst, but fortunately, they hadn't, due to all the playful yelling and screaming of all the children in the pool.

"I'm sorry, Britney... I thought you wanted me to do that!"

"I wanted it?" I looked at him in disbelief, "What made you think I wanted it?"

His face was beet-red now, and he stammered, "You were acting... like you were enjoying it... your nipples... got all hard... and down there... between your legs... I felt the wetness on my knee!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but what could I say? I was as turned on as he was, and he knew it! I suddenly realized I couldn't blame my brother for thinking I wanted him to touch me that way.

I looked down at my right thigh. The one Brian had been straddling. The one where his penis had leaked his seminal fluid, and there it was! I gathered the sticky liquid on my fingers and held it up to him.

"I'm not the only one who leaked... this came from you."

Brian's jaw dropped when he realized what I had on my fingers. Then his gaze dropped to the front of his Speedos. The tip was still poking out, and he quickly adjusted the waistband to hide it. I could see his expression change as he realized that it must have been sticking out for several minutes, and that I'd been looking at it.

"How long was it sticking out?"

"I don't know... long enough to drip on my thigh."

"And you didn't say a word... you just lay there and stared at it, didn't you?"

I silently nodded my head and he continued, "That's probably the reason you didn't stop me from feeling your breasts; you were too busy staring at my dick!"

Again, I nodded my head. Then he said something that eased the tension between us.

With a lecherous grin, he declared, "I got to feel the breasts of my favorite girl and leave my spunk on her leg, and she got to see my hard penis and spread her juices on my knee. I'd say that makes us even!"

Then he turned away from me and cleanly knifed into the pool to swim away his hard-on. I lay on the chaise and soaked up a few more rays. Try as I might, I couldn't get the dreamy smile off my face.
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Chapter 3