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 Scripted Kiddies

   By Sensory Overlord 2011

   Chapter 1

   Evening, Friday 15th, the end of dinnertime in the Mahler household.

   "Well kids, work was tiring today, I think I'll head to bed early."
Sharon Mahler pushes back her chair from the dining table and stands up. 
At 34, and still wearing her crisp white office blouse and tight fitting
mid-thigh dark skirt, she's a very attractive woman.  Her clear complexion
and shoulder length almost black hair go well with the office regulation
clothes, and her long slim bare legs, curvy hips and narrow waist draw the
eye upwards.  The thin close-fitting blouse is fairly sheer, clearly
revealing the outline of her skin-coloured gauze bra filling out her chest.
The two layers are insufficient to hide the dark circles of her aureola,
and fail utterly to restrain the twin bumps of her nipples.  Especially
when they are hardened into little points, as they often are.  Tonight
being typical.  It has been over a year since her employer issued the
office attire regulations with which her present clothes comply, and she'd
long since got over her self-consciousness at her arousal being so
revealed. Two years since she'd had her MPA fitted, and of course everyone
at work understands how it is for a single mother.  Widowed six years ago,
she's been too busy raising her kids while keeping her career going, to
spend time finding a new husband.  There'd been a couple of potential
romantic interests, but the mating game had grown much more serious with
the political developments of this decade, and nothing had come of them.

   Today she'd been required to do some overtime.  Getting home she'd had
to rush to switch her high heels for comfortable sandals and throw on an
apron to prepare dinner for her three children.  As she clears her plate to
the sink they are still eating and chattering.  Her 14 yo son Scott is
mostly listening, as Janice (13) and Timothy (10) argue over details of a
computer game they have been playing.

   "Janice, it's your turn to do the dishes tonight.  Please don't forget,
I don't want to find them still here in the morning." "Yes mum, I won't
forget.  I'll do them in a minute." "Scott, did you finish your assignment
yet?" "Yeah...  Well almost.  Just some tidying, I'll do it this weekend.
It's not due till Tuesday anyway.  There's something I want to watch on TV
later." "OK.  Don't stay up too late.  Oh, and Janice, Scott, don't forget
your exercises.  Ah...  did you do them yesterday?  I forgot to ask, with
being out late shopping."

   There's a sudden guilty silence.

   "What?  You skipped them?  Young man, you know I don't have many rules
around here, but this is one of them and you will stick to it, you hear?.
After last week I'd have thought you'd have been eager not to get into any
more trouble!  Tomorrow is Saturday; do you want to go without AGAIN?"

   She pauses, expecting an answer.  He's silent, staring at the table.

   "Well?!  Scott, I'm serious, you're *this* close to getting another
week. No, make that two weeks, this is the third time you've skipped this
year.  Now, promise me nicely you won't do this again, or shall I double
the exercises too?  And I'll *check*.  Three weeks so far, plus another
two, and double exercises.  I don't think you'd like that at all, would
you? Plus I'm sure all your friends would be very amused to see the state
you'd be in pretty much permanently by the end of that."

   He's still staring at the table, as a blush rises up his face.  He
stutters out, "N...no mum..  I...  I'm ss...sorry.  I won't s...skip again.
Please don't, I...  really...  need it.  That's why...  I skipped...  with
three weeks and the exercises...  it's getting really...  uncomfortable. 
Intense.  T..too...  I...  It..."

   "Well you should have thought about that before getting into trouble
last week just before your time was up!  You know you are lucky I'm
sympathetic to your needs; you're actually getting the maximum permitted
allowance.  Some boys your age aren't permitted *any*!"

   She glares at him, as his red ears burn silently.  Turning to her
guilty-looking daughter she scolds her as well.  "Janice, I'm disappointed
in you too.  You should have told me he didn't request yesterday.  It's not
just for his benefit you know, the exercises are for your benefit too, even
if it is frustrating.  You know I insist about this, but you just decided
you'd give it a miss for a night huh?  You know I could make things
*infinitely* more uncomfortable for you, don't you?  How would you like
that?  You want me to get creative and see what I can do?"

   Her daughter seems to be trying to go pale and blush at the same time.
Her face is going sort of blotchy, whites and reds competing.  She answers
very quietly.  "No mother.  I'm sorry."

   Sharon stands by the table, glaring at them both, tapping her foot. 
She's especially annoyed because she is very tired, and this entire topic
always makes her own frustration much worse.  It will be hard to get to
sleep tonight.  Thinking about Scott going without for five weeks...  the
longest she's made him do previously was three weeks, and that was soon
after he'd turned 12 and had his MPA fitted.  He'd only just hit puberty.
Even then the effects were sometimes very obvious towards the end of the
third week.  More than two years later now, and he's developed into quite
the young man.  He's grown a great deal in height, till he's already taller
than her, and his gym sessions have paid off in fit muscle bulk.  His
*other* exercise schedule she's set him dilligently in her guardianship,
has also achieved very striking results.  Last time she measured, his penis
was a good seven and a half inches erect, thick and very rigid, the glans a
well-formed large knob capping the shaft.  His ejaculate volume is
impressive, already up to about 5 cc's, and it seems that his rate of
production is increasing well too, if his growing discomfort towards the
end of each two week retaining period is any guide.  It always gives her a
secret thrill to think of him ever more urgently full each fortnight, his
MPA absolutely preventing any forbidden masturbation, night emissions, or
any relief at all until she sets his MPA to permit it.

   Now it's going on three weeks since she allowed him relief.  He must be
getting extremely uncomfortable indeed if he skipped an exercising by
Janice, which he normally likes very much despite not being enabled to
ejaculate.  That, and risking further punishment if caught skipping, and he
knows how easily he can be caught simply by her checking his MPA logs... 
he must be really aching.  Making him go another two weeks...  she shivers,
trying not to let it show.  So tempting...  But, if she sets that
punishment now, she'll be lying awake all night, tossing and turning in her
own MPA-imposed frustration.  Her Saturday, and probably the whole weekend
will be a tired blur.  Perhaps better something less...  but there has to
be something...  And as for Janice...  Ah!  A solution occurs to her.

   "Well then.  I see you've finished dinner, so here's what we'll do. 
Stand up both of you.  And Tim, watch this as a lesson in what happens to
my children who give me trouble." As they stand she gestures at them to
come and stand in front of her.  Which they do, heads downcast, nervously.

   "I'm going to be lenient.  Tonight you'll do double exercises, two
hours. In the living room, not your bedroom.  You may watch your TV program
at the same time, but I want both of you right on the edge the entire two
hours.  And I *will* check later.  Scott, your scheduled relief was going
to be Saturday night, but now it's going to be Sunday night, *if* you are
both very, very good between now and Sunday night.  You're both grounded
for the weekend, and we'll be putting some effort into finding out exactly
how 'uncomfortable' you really are Scott.  And how well you can both follow
my instructions.  Starting with, as of right now you both have all clothing
and privacy priveleges withdrawn.  Till further notice, which won't be till
Monday morning at the earliest.  So strip.  Now."

   She puts her hands on her hips, waiting.  The two teens look up suddenly
from the floor, staring at her in shock.  She has never done this before!
They know under the Morality Act she as their parent and sexual guardian
has absolute right to demand such things, but still...  The moment draws
out, and out.  Then Janice slowly raises her hands to the buttons of her
school shirt, and begins undoing them.  Timothy's eyes are going round like
saucers - this certainly wasn't something he'd expected.  Previously they
have always been expected to do their exercises behind closed doors, and
all he'd know of it would be the noises they'd make.

   Scott looks sideways at his sister, as if he'd hoped she'd offer some
kind of supporting resistance, and he's being let down.  The girl finishes
with the buttons and pulls the shirt up out of her skirt with an irritated
jerk.  Sharon points her finger at the girl.

   "Stop!  Stop right there missy.  I didn't ask for you to act like this
is some terribly unfair punishment.  I think you are getting off *lightly*.
For that little display of temper I'll have to think of something special
for you, probably tomorrow.  Now, continue please, with *grace*!" She
shifts her gaze to the boy, who is now standing with his hands clasped
awkwardly in front of the crotch of his jeans, which is showing a noticable
bulge.

   "You too Scott.  Yes, I see it, and no I don't care if seeing your
sister's bra does give you an erection.  Get those clothes off now.  Both
of you stand with your hands on your heads when you're done."

   Janice by now seems to have settled the question of whether to go pale
or red.  Definitely bright red.  The girl takes a long shakey breath and
continues, slipping the shirt off her shoulders with care to keep her
movements free of rebellious overtones.  She drapes the shirt over a chair
back, then reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra.  It's a plain one,
but holds breasts that are far from plain.  As she lets it fall free her
breasts are revealed to be very perky early teen perfection.  Not much
bigger than baseballs, firm on her chest and capped with already hardenned
nipples quite oversized in comparison to her breasts.  Stiff nipples being
a very common effect among unmarried female MPA wearers.  She kicks off her
shoes.

   Meanwhile Scott has begun, and pulls off the old t-shirt he's wearing.
Then begins unbuckling his belt and pops the clasp of his jeans.  He grips
the waist of the jeans, hesitating, giving Janice another glance while
stepping out of his sneakers.  She is matter of factly unzipping the side
closure of her skirt, and straight away lowering the skirt, so he doesn't
find any excuse to delay.  His jeans slide down, and he steps out of them.
Both of the teens happen to straighten and drape their clothing over chairs
at the same time, both now standing in only underwear and socks.  As Sharon
expected Scott's briefs are tented by a full erection.  Also not
unexpected, Janice's plain white school knickers are showing a dark wet
stain in the crotch.  They both look at their mother, pleadingly.  She
holds her stern glare, signalling 'continue' without saying a word.

   Briefs and knickers are slid over hips and down two pairs of legs, then
added to the clothes piles.  The two stand up straight, hands clasped on
their heads as instructed.  Sharon continues her examination, like a drill
sergent looking for fault in a parade turnout.  Scott's erection is
standing stiffly up at forty five degrees, the foreskin not fully retracted
off the glans.  A gleam of moisture shows at the urethral opening.  Janice
stands with her feet parted about a foot, as she has been taught.  Her sex
is puffy, the lips still closed among her sparse down, but showing signs of
parting as they swell.  A delightful pointed clitoris is already peeking
out near the top of her slit.

   Sharon reaches and grasps Scott's shaft, pulling the skin firmly
downwards, rolling the foreskin tightly back off the head.  She bends
closer, examining the cleft behind the flared head, running a fingertip of
her other hand around the cleft.  She sniffs the finger.  There is only the
heady smell of warm maleness, nothing else.  Her neglected pussy spasms in
evolutionary response to the primal pheromes.  Focus...

   "Good!  I'm glad to see you are keeping this clean, and washing after
peeing.  That's one lesson we won't have to repeat then." She works her
clenched fist up and down his shaft, observing his reaction.  He shudders
and immediately begins to hunch his hips slightly into her movements,
though obviously trying hard to stop himself.

   "Well well...  you know you're supposed to hold still unless I gives you
permission to move.  Is this what you call obedience?  Hold still!" She
continues to stroke up and down his shaft tightly, each time drawing the
forskin fully up over the head then jerking it back down as if his penis
was thrusting into a tight vagina.  He makes a valliant attempt to hold
still, making a noise something between a whimper and a moan with each
stroke.  But he fails, and every few strokes his hips thrust against her
downstroke.

   "Hmm...  desperate boy huh?  I must say, the DHM recommended exercise
program really does work.  Regular stimulation, rationed ejaculations,
plenty of vitamins, salt and a bit of hormone boost from the MPA...  every
time I measure your ejaculate volume it's more than before.  Really bulking
up those storage glands back in there, and the production rate too.  Just
look at you!  You know I'm going to give you a spanking if you don't hold
still, but you simply can't can you?  This thing went hard as a rock just
from looking at a bra, and I've never heard you um...  whimpering...  like
this before."

   She keeps stroking him, steadily, confident there's no possibility of
him reaching orgasm with his MPA set to block it.  This is 'exercise only'
- stimulation to orgasm excitement level and beyond, but without any
orgasm. Good for the whole body, exercises everything, boosts secretions
into already full prostate and seminal vessicles so they grow in capacity,
strengthens the vascular erectile system, habituates to the receipt of
sexual pleasure from the opposite sex.  And also...

   "It's driving you nuts, isn't it?  You're sooo desperate to spurt, sooo
full it must almost hurt.  But at the same time it's intensely pleasurable,
and if I stopped you'd beg me to continue.  Mmmmm Scott, Scott...  you're
going to be a fine man.  Only three weeks worth inside you, and already
seems like you feel you're going to explode.  But you won't.  It's only
your glands telling you how tight and full they are, and complaining about
having to grow bigger to hold the fluids they keep producing.  They'd
rather go the lazy way and just empty out, although they're perfectly
capable of stretching to hold more.  You're still too immature to decide
for yourself that it's best to make the effort to increase your volume now,
while you're still young and growing.  As your sexual guardian, I've
explained that this is for your own good, and you *will* be sticking to the
program.

   So if you ever skip your exercises again because it's 'uncomfortable'
for you, or disobey me in any way, I swear I'll show you what desperation
to cum really feels like.  You know by the rules I can give you 'extended
denial' as a punishment?  For any length of time I choose, including
indefinitely!  All it takes is a notification form to the DHM, and a
doctor's exam every couple of months.  Wouldn't _that_ be fun, having a DHM
doctor measure exactly how desperate you are, and sign off for another
couple of months."

   She strokes him for a few more moments, contemplating his reactions. 
He's far beyond answering her.  She announces in a casual tone, mostly
speaking to herself, but also Janice.  "I'm going to measure his cum volume
on Sunday.  I wonder what it will be this time?"

   She stops stroking, with her fist pulling hard down on his shaft,
completely baring his now very swollen purpled glans.  With her other hand
she presses her palm to the organ's head and frictions her palm around and
around rapidly, shifting the angle to cover all parts of the head.  He
cries out "Nnnnuuuuuuggghhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhh!" as his hips spasm forwards. 
He locks in that position, shudders running throughout his body.  She can
feel his shaft pulsing as if he was ejaculating, but there's nothing but a
small spurt of his clear precum.  She lets go suddenly and completely,
leaving his rigid member bobbing in air with the continuing contractions.
As soon as she releases him his long moan changes to a wail of dismay. 
He's not happy at all about the sudden removal of pleasure.  Both his hands
fly down and wrap tightly around his shaft, jerking along it's length.  But
only for an instant - he suddenly cries again, this time sounding as if
he'd received an electric shock.  His hands let go even faster than they
grabbed in the first place, and wave around near his quivering cock.  Now
he emits a long frustrated wail, his cock jerking freely in the air.

   "Tsk tsk.  He forgot again, no masturbation allowed.  See that's what
I'm talking about Janice.  Exercises.  If you're not taking him far enough
to start the orgasm group exercises, you're not doing your job.  He's still
tending to lose control at this point.  Of course it's an intensely
frustrating feeling, to have just the urethral and glandular ejaculation
contractions without actually having fluids allowed to release, or any of
the orgasm messengers.  All the work and none of the pleasure; no wonder it
makes him so desperate for release while it goes on.  But there's no better
way to strengthen those muscles!  So the more the better.  And I don't mean
once either.  No actual ejaculation, no refractory period, you can keep him
right there for as long as you keep working on it.  Which you'll do your
best to tonight, for two hours minimum.  Longer if you can stand it. 
Scott! Where are your hands supposed to be?"

   It takes him a while to focus, and replace his hands on his head.  His
eyes are closed and he's breathing in short gasps, standing rigidly with
his cock bouncing to the pulses of his dry contractions; without any
further stimulation his MPA will run this cycle for about a minute.

   Now, as for you my girl...  how are we going down here?"

   She reaches to the girl's cleft and slips her upturned middle finger
easily inside.  Her other hand cups a breast, fingers closing around the
stiff nipple and squeezing it experimentally.  Janice draws a long shakey
intake of breath, and pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

   "My, you're a river down here.  Not that I expected anything less. 
Spread wider please.  More...  That's it..." Once the teen has spread her
thighs wide enough to satisfy her mother, the inserted middle finger is
withdrawn and replaced with her two middle fingers, thrust as deeply inside
as her hand cupped around the teen's mound can manage.  The hand moves back
and forth, working the fingers inside the girl, sometimes drawing out
completely and sliding wetly up the cleft to dwell in circular pressure on
the upstanding clitoris.  The teen begins moaning loudly within a few
strokes, but she too struggles to hold herself still despite the shuddering
suppressed thrusts of her pelvis.

   "That's it, moan all you like.  God you sound sexy when you do that
honey.  Just hold still....  hold still while mummy teases you.  No, I said
hold _still_!" With the hand that was holding a breast Sharon delivers a
smart spank to the girl's shapely bottom, while continuing to finger her
sex.

   "You know I was thinking of letting you have a whole day of as many
orgasms as you wanted, as a kind of visual extra for Scott before he got to
empty himself tomorrow.  But now...  definitely not.  I really trusted you
to make sure Scott stuck to his exercise schedule.  But if I can't rely on
you...  Hmm, remind me, how long has it been for you?  Three months?  Or
was it four already?  No no, never mind I don't really care.  What's the
point in letting you come anyway?  Far better to keep you horny.  They're
absolutely right, it does make young girls polite and helpful and super,
super sexy.  I thought it was helping you be consciencious too, but
obviously you're not horny *enough* yet."

   She keeps working her fingers in the teen, who is now gasping.  "Oh, I
nearly forgot, how is your little G-spot?  Still all swollen up?  Let's
see..."

   She embedds her fingers fully again, holding her palm flat against the
girl.  Only the rippling of the muscles in Sharon's forearm hint at the
curling strokes of fingers inside the girl, exploring the texture of the
front wall tissues of her vagina.  Suddenly the girl gasps and throws back
her head, eyes closed.

   "Ah, there it is!  Wow, it sure is pronounced!  Even bigger than last
time I checked.  Heh...  sooo sensitive eh?  I bet I could make you cum in
four seconds flat rubbing this little button, if you weren't, you know,
completely blocked from cumming by any means.  Even...."

   Her other hand joins the first in the girl's sex.  This one comes to
rest with fingertips enveloping the girl's clitoris, which has been
erecting even more than it was when she undressed.  Working on that
vigorously as well as her hidden fingers playing on the soft, puffy but
quite distinct G-spot inside, she plays the girl like a two-keyed
instrument.  One producing a stream of ever more sexually charged sighs,
cries, moans and shrieks.  "Hhhhhhnnnnn uhhhhhhhhnnnn UHHHHhhhhhmmm
aaaahhhh UAHHHH!  AHH!  ooohhhh OOHH!  OOHHHH!  Ohhhuuuhhhh!  ooohhshi...
ohshiii ....ohfuuuck uhh uhh fuuuu fuuuuckkkk OOOOoooohhhh!  Oh please.  oh
please...  oh god ohgod ohhhhhhh uhhhh uuiiiiieeeeee!  iiieeEEEE!  Ohhhhhh
nu...  nuuooohhh...  ohhhh pleeesssssee...  let ..uuuh let me... 
uuUUUUHHHH!  ooooohhuuhh! ..."

   Her mother continues calmly frigging the girl to distraction, as she
speaks to Scott, who has recovered enough to pay attention now his
contractions have stopped.  Also to Timothy, who is still stitting at the
table round-eyed.  "It never ceases to amaze me how effective these MPAs
are, at preventing female orgasm when set that way.  Like this - there's
supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom, but instead nothing but a kind
of sex-crest that just goes on and on as long as someone keeps pushing the
buttons.  It's....  kinda..." She fades out, with a shiver running through
her body.  Her own pussy is clenching spasmodicly all on it's own by now,
and she can tell her panties are soaking.  She'd better stop this soon and
get out of these work clothes, before she has to put them in the wash. 
Letting go of the overloaded teen she turns again to Scott.  His erection
is still standing like a flagpole, twitching as he stares at Janice.  She
grasps it again, stroking it firmly again.  He doesn't take his eyes off
Janice, but his pelvis again starts thrusting to her grip.

   "So, for tonight's exercise, you two are to keep each other as hot as
you can, for no less than two hours.  You're not to go anywhere but the
living room and kitchen.  Or bathroom if you have to, but together and no
closing doors.  Timothy, I want you to stick around with them and make sure
they don't slack off at all.  I'll be checking up on their logs tomorrow,
and if I find they took it easy, it will be _your_ bottom getting spanked
as well, OK?  You two, I'm placing Timothy in charge of this two hour
exercising, you hear?  You do what he says, and remember I'll be _checking_
and you both know what's going to happen if you are not good."

   She pauses, waiting for Janice to collect herself a bit and pay more
attention.  This takes a while so Sharon uses the break to fetch the family
iPurity tablet from her handbag.  She enters her user id and password out
of sight of the children, then places it on the dining table.  Flicks
through the menus till she finds the one she wants.

   "Now, one more change.  Scott and Janice, till now I've only allowed
manual and oral to genital contact during your exercises.  Tonight and for
the rest of the weekend, I'm changing the contact rules to also allow
genital to genital contact." She makes some changes to a menu.  As she's
about to close the page something catches her eye, and she pops up an
explanation for one of the items.  She starts laughing.

   "Ha ha...  ha ha oh yes, this is perfect!  One *more* thing." She makes
a few more adjustments on the iPurity page.  "I didn't know that was
possible!  Did I say two hours?  Well yes, two hours of really good
exercising effort.  But also...  I've set both your MPAs to deliver level
two punishment sensations if...  ha ha ha...  Scott's penis is absent from
Janice's vagina for longer than thirty seconds.  And ha ha...  oh this is
so funny...  I'm going to leave it that way till Monday morning.  Um... 
wow, there's all kinds of stuff down in here I didn't know about.  I
better...  hmmm...  OK, the punishment timeout will also restore a full
erection, if that was the problem...  heh, not that I think that's likely.
Hmm...  oh, wait did I say thirty seconds?  I was thinking of bathroom
needs, but why spoil the fun!  Let's make that five seconds, why not!  Just
long enough to change position, heh.  You'll have to improvise in the
bathroom."

   She taps on items in the page a few moments more, then with her finger
poised over an 'enter' icon, she grins at them.  "OK, you ready?  Go!" She
taps the icon.  "This should be interesting."

   Janice and Scott stare at her for a long moment, then both start talking
at once.  "Mum that's" "What?  How are we.." "really sick" "supposed to
walk..." "how could you even" "or sleep if" "Owwww!" "Ahhhh oh ow!"

   The two suddenly start hopping around, clutching at their bottoms,
yelping as if being spanked soundly.  Noticably, Scott's erection which had
lost a little of its rigidity is suddenly all bar again, and waggles
stiffly at the base as he hops.

   "Really, you two!  I made it perfectly clear.  And level two is quite a
mild spanking, you're just surprised by it.  Stop being such babies.  You
know how to make it stop.  It's not real pain, it will vanish as soon as
you comply." She's never tried any more unusual MPA usage like this before.
When she, Janice and Scott got their MPAs a couple of years ago she'd
pretty much left things at the supplied default.  Entirely untouched
defaults for herself, since she was aware of her good fortune in being
found by the DHM 'of good character' and so allowed to be the family sexual
guardian despite being a single woman.  She's aware the DHM monitor MPA
activities from time to time, and was always careful to read the DHM moral
policy guidelines before making any changes.  She'd been quite surprised to
discover the degree of absolute control she, as guardian, was granted over
her children's sexual lives.  She'd had to read and re-read the guidelines
regarding inter-sibling 'sexual exercising', and even phone a DHM customer
help line before she'd been satisfied they really did mean what they said.
That sisters and mothers not only could but were _required_ to perform
sexual exercising and relief acts on their teenage brothers and sons.  All
in the cause of healthy development and eliminating masturbation, which she
could understand from her experience of teenage boys in her own teens. 
Prior to the Sexual Morality Laws passing.

   By now she's more familiar with the new laws, and is confident her
present use of the teen's MPAs is entirely within her legal rights as
sexual guardian.  But still...  watching Scott hop around like a cat on a
hot tin roof, clutching his perfectly unharmed but smarting bottom, with
his supremely rigid erection that _her_ keystrokes created bobbing in front
of him...  while her oh so sexy daughter also hops around with her pussy
all swollen and dripping, small breasts bouncing...  it gives her a dark
thrill deep in her belly.  So many possibilities...  And what if...  what
if she was the sexual ward of some man, who might choose to subject her to
such things?  The dark beast in her belly twists and coils, her pussy
clenching in tango to it.

   The idea both fascinates and terrifies her.  Knowing that under the new
laws she'd definitely be in that situation if she remarried...  is a factor
in why she's still single.  Despite the serious drawbacks of being single,
and...  and...  the other potential situation if she stays single much
longer.  Something she barely dares to think about.  She's heard of cases
where teenage sons in fatherless families were promoted by DHM edict to
become the sexual guardians of their family.  Of their own mother and
sisters!  She finds the concept hard to think about.  That...  Scott, not
much older than he is now, could be doing to her what she is now doing to
him...  except with the difference that as a male, he'd be lawfully able to
use the females in his care to satisfy his physical needs.  Something she
as a single woman isn't permitted, even as a guardian.

   Finally, Scott seems to get over the shock of feeling his bottom being
struck by phantom paddles or whatever, and comes to his senses.  He runs
over to Janice who has randomly hopped to the other side of the room, grabs
her, bends her over at the waist and thrusts himself into her dripping
pussy in one shove of his hips.  Janice suddenly stops her shrieking at the
'spanking' and freezes with a throaty "Unh!" Scott holds himself deeply in
her, motionless, hands gripping her hips, pulling her solidly to him.

   So far as Sharon knows, both of them were technically virgins till this
moment.  Not the most romantic deflowering, but still, memorable.  What she
hadn't anticipated is the intense stab of jealosy and frustration the sight
of her son's lovely cock burrowing into her sexy daughter produces in her
own mind.  Six years!  She hasn't had a fuck herself for SIX YEARS!  She'd
joined the MPA program when Scott and Janice reached puberty, because she'd
realised she was becoming seriously addicted to masturbation herself.  She
really wasn't sure how she'd deal with the likely discoveries of her babies
wanking themselves secretively at night.  Now here she is, hasn't even had
an orgasm since the last time she fingered herself before checking into the
DHM clinic for the MPA fitting over two years ago, watching her son's
impressive cock plunge into her daughter's very tight (she knows exactly
how tight) pussy.  It's suddenly more than she can stand.  She's tired, the
world is so unfair, she isn't getting any, and she wants to go to bed and
try to sleep.  She's given these three their instructions for the evening
and can check their logs tomorrow.  She's out of here.

   "Finally!  Now remember you three, two hours.  No less.  Don't forget to
do the dishes, it's your turn Janice.  After that I suggest you go to bed,
you may find sleeping coupled a little light on the sleep.  Remember I said
no privacy priveliges, so leave doors open.  Bedroom *and* bathroom. 
Timothy, you keep an eye on them for the two hours, after that go to your
own room.  I'm tired like I said before, and so goodnight everyone.  See
you all Saturday."

   She leaves, picking up the iPurity and her bag, walking heavily.  They
hear her go upstairs and close her master bedroom door.



   There's stunned silence in the room.  Timothy is still sitting at the
dining table, most of the remnants of dinner still on the table.  Scott and
Janice are both motionless, mentally digesting the sensation of first fuck.
It's Scott who first moves, deciding that thrust felt very nice and maybe
it will feel as nice on the second try.  Still gripping Janice's hips from
behind he pulls entirely out then jams himself back in again.  Yes, it does
feel as good.  He starts to build a rythm.  Vigorously.

   Timothy gets up and comes over to stand next to them, staring at Scott's
penis sliding in and out of Janice.  "That looks like fun.  Does it really
feel very nice?

   Janice, who is now supporting herself standing up with her hands on her
knees, hair hanging down over her face, answers her little brother. 
"oooohhh yeahhhh it feels beauuuuuutiful!  Ohhh yeaaaahhh Scott, do it...
do it...  ahhh this is better than that weird spanking I...  uhhhh ohhhh
yeah...  I didn't even know these MPA things could do that.  It's mean...
uh...  uhhh...  ohhh yes, yes..."

   Scott is still humping into Janice, standing doggy style.  He looks
around.  "Uh Tim, hhh...  could you do us a favor please?  Could you clear
the table?  I'm uhh...  not sure how we can do the dishes like this...  if
you could do them too, it would be great.  Mmmm...  ah, yeah, that's... 
soooooo nice."

   Timothy looks back and forth between the dishes, and the cock pistoning
in his big sister's puffy wet pussy, very clearly visible.  He shakes his
head ruefully.  "OK, you guys owe me one.  One something...  not sure
what." He's also not sure about something else - he can feel a strange
sensation in his own penis.  It feels like it's gone all stiff and achey,
like Scott's does.  In fact in must be, because he can see that the front
of his loose pants is sticking out in a bump.  He's never felt this before.
He's not sure whether to show it off, or try to hide it.  Anyway, Scott and
Janice are busy.  He clears the table, stacking the dishes by the sink.  He
was thinking maybe he'd do them later, but once the table is clear Scott
duck-walks Janice over to the table, lifts her up and puts her face down on
it, legs hanging over the side.  He doesn't pull out of her at all during
this.  It turns out she's now at a perfect height for him to drive into her
from behind, so he does.  Timothy watches close up for a while, having
adjusted his stiffy to lie flat against his stomach inside his pants so it
doesn't stick out so obviously.  As a bystander this fucking business seems
less fun than for those doing it, so he stands by the sink and watches then
as he washes the dishes.  Finished, they are still going.  "I don't suppose
you two could help me dry dishes here?  No?  OK, I'll do it.  That's
two..."

   When he's finished, he comes back and stands close where he can see
Scott's fleshy rod sliding in Janice's pusy.  It's such an interesting
sight.  He's not sure why it makes his tummy feel so funny, or his little
penis so achey-stiffy.  But he likes it.  He remembers something.

   "You know, mum said you two had to do as I say, for the two hours.  It's
only been fifteen minutes." Scott glances at him.  "Yeah, but that was
before she come up with this weird fuck or spank thing.  I uh..  don't
think she meant..  to uh...  have you ...  uh..  like this...  "

   "Doesn't matter, she didn't change her instructions, and you'll both get
it if you don't do what I say."

   Janice is kind of paying attention too now, turning her head to look at
Timothy.  Mostly she's just red in the face and panting though.

   Scott isn't at all in a mood for negotiations.  "Oh for fucks...  uh
sake.  What can we do?  You saw it, if I'm not fucking her we get the fake
spanking treatment."

   "That's not true!  You don't have to be *fucking* her, you just have to
be inside her pussy.  And anyway, if you take it out it doesn't _really_
hurt, she said so!"

   "Well it bloody well does hurt!"

   "She said it doesn't.  Besides, you have to do what I say.  If you
don't, I'll tell her."

   Janice mutters through her hair, her body being thudded forward on the
table by Scott's thrusts.  "Scott, it sucks, but she did say that.  If she
says I've been bad again, I don't know how long she might...  might not let
me...  come.  You don't know how badly...  And you don't want to be waiting
weeks more too, do you?  How are you feeling right now?  We have to do what
he says, the little shit."

   Scott pounds into her extra hard, angrily a few times.  "Arrrgh!  Fuck
it!  It feels incredible but I'm also feeling like I'm gonna burst or go
mad or something, if I don't cum soon.  But I *can't* and we have to do
this all weekend!  Shit.  SHIT!  All right Chris you creep, what do you
want?"

   "Well...  I'm not sure yet.  Maybe...  since you have no clothes..." He
starts undressing.  It only takes a moment, then he's standing next to them
nude, his slim 5 inch penis standing erect from a hairless crotch.  He
points at it.  "I only got my MPA six months ago you remember.  It's never
been hard before, so I don't know...  what I can do.  I'm gonna try..." The
foreskin is barely pulled back, with only the tip of the thickened glans
exposed.  For starters he grips the skin near the head with two fingers and
pulls downwards.  The skin doesn't stretch much as he pulls it, so the head
is squeezing out through a narrow circle of skin.  It seems like it isn't
going to work at all, and then suddenly the foreskin pops back the rest of
the way.  Now there's a very tight circle of flesh stretched around the
back of his swelling glans, making it look like the glans is almost a
separate item, about to fall off.  He tries to roll the skin forwards
again, but it doesn't want to go.  Perhaps because of the blood
constriction, his glans quickly swells even larger, growing darker and
purpled.  It ends up surprisingly large compared to the rest of his penis;
easily twice the diameter of the shaft behind it.

   Janice has been watching, and giggles.  "Sorry Christopher, but it's
kind of funny.  Now you're stuck like that!  The skin's never going to go
back up over that knob.  It's actually bigger than Scott's!  But overall
not as long yet.  It's quite interesting.  I like it.

   He doesn't much like the part about 'never going to go back', but
decides to continue.  He grips one hand around the small shaft,
tentatively, and begins a squeezing, stroking motion.  He grunts, thrusting
his hips forward, "Uh, oh that's...  hey, maybe they didn't set my MPA up
properly, it looks like I *can* do this." He strokes harder.  "Oh...  mmmm
that's OWW!" He yelps and suddenly lets go.

   Scott and Janice both chuckle.  "No, it looks like you _can't_
masturbate.  Why did you even imagine it could be possible?  Thats one
thing the MPAs never fail at."

   Christopher stands there looking at his first erection with a
disappointed expression.  He can't do anything with it.  First boy's lesson
of the new era.  But another idea occurs to him.  He stands at the edge of
the table.  "Janice, you try it.  That should work, right?"

   She's huffing again, as Scott delivers a series of powerful deep
thrusts. "Huhhh huuh...  uh yeah, maybe.  It depends.  Here, I'll try." She
extends an arm and grips him around the shaft, beginning a stroking
movement.  Because of the shaft-head size difference and his stuck-back
foreskin, she can't stroke up over the head.  She continues a few moments,
with Timothy slitting his eyes and leaning his hips forward to her hand,
when they suddenly both jerk and she whips her hand away from him.  He hops
a couple of paces, waving his hands around near his bobbing erection,
afraid to touch it again.  "Ouch!  That...  smarts!" Janice is also shaking
her hand, trying to clear the painfull tingling still lingering in her
fingertips.  "Well, I guess that's out too.  You realise there's not even
any point trying my mouth or anything else right?  If 'girl's hand' is
forbidden, *everything* will be forbidden.  Guess considering you aren't
registered as sexually developed yet, yours is just set to totally shut
down anything sexual.  Except...  that stiffy you have there.  That
sucks... sorry.  You'll be able to touch it again once it's soft.  It's
only *sexual* touching the MPA jumps on.  With a stiffy, everything's
sexual.  You'll find you can't even rub it on anything."

   Scott laughs.  "Ha ha, sucks huh?  And you have to stick around and
watch us for a couple of hours, and you can bet watching this isn't going
to help that go away.  Oh well, take a seat and relax.  It's going to
take...  two hours."

   Christopher glares back at him.  'Big brother', always so annoying. 
This whole situation is his fault.  His erection aches, a strange
unsettling feeling new to him.  And now one he discovers he can't do
anything about.  That's annoying too.  So is the sight of his brother's
cock continually sliding deeply in and out of sis's pussy.  He can only
imagine what it must feel like, those tight, slippery lips sliding...  his
dick really does *ache*.  This is no fun.  If he can't have any fun...  and
they have to do what he says.  He puts his mind to messing up their fun
too. Something....  a suitably warped idea comes to him.

   "Yeah, two hours, terrific for some.  I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll
be right back."

   He leaves, naked, bulb-headed cock he can't touch waving in front of
him. Today is the suck.  In the bathroom he opens the medicine cabinet. 
There's a large assortment of old vitamin and pill bottles.  He scans
through them and finds one that seems just right.  About 2 inches in
diameter and a bit over 4 inches long, a clean cylinder with a rounded
screw lid.  He rattles it, almost empty.  It's just old vitamins anyway. 
'Funny' he thinks, 'vitamin D, is for Dick?' He empties it into the garbage
bin and is about to head back when another idea strikes him.  He walks to
his room down the hall, and pulls open a drawer.  His marble collection, he
hasn't used it for years, but some of them are steel bearings.  He picks
out two bearings about 3/4" dia, and puts them into the pill bottle,
screwing the lid on tightly.  Back downstairs, Scott is still sliding his
cock in and out of Janice, both of them getting quite worked up about it.
He walks up to them and says "Stop".

   Scott glares at him in annoyance, still humping.  "What?"

   "Stop.  It's simple, you just don't move.  No more in-out.  You have to
do...  what I say, remember."

   "Aww fucking hell Christopher, this is bad enough that I can't come. 
Why do you want me to..."

   "I'll explain.  Just stop, now."

   Scott sighs, and brings his pelvic thrusts to a halt.  He's resting
fully embedded, his stomach pressed tightly against Janice's bum cheeks. 
She has her eyes closed and seems disappointed to, as she rolls her hips
back against him, grinding his cock inside her.

   "Now pull back till just the head is inside, and hold there.  You can
move a little bit, but only the head in and out of her...  her opening,
OK?"

   Scott rolls his eyes and does as instructed.  Christopher watches
closely for maybe a minute, as nothing much happens.  Then he tells Scott
"Now pull back a little more, till only the tip of your head is just
spreading her lips a little bit."

   "What is this, teasing time?" But he does it.  They stand there looking
at Scott's hard glistening shaft, almost completely out of her, for another
minute.

   "Looks like the MPA rule really doesn't mind how much you are inside
her, huh?  If you are even touching it counts, and no spanks.  Cool.  I
guess those MPAs really are smart.  Now, put it in deep again."

   He waits a moment, watching as Scott slides in deeply and holds there.

   "I bet that feels really nice, huh?" "Yeah, yeah it does.  Sorry you
can't...  but you know you can get the DHM to test you to show you're
capable, and they'll tell mum and give her the access codes for your MPA so
she can unblock stuff on it, right?"

   "Really?  Yeah, I'll...  But now, one more thing and then I'll leave you
alone.  Mostly.  I want you to pull right out and turn the other way.  Just
for a few seconds, I'll be done and you can put it back in before five
secods is up.  OK, you ready?"

   "Uh....  " he looks very doubtful.  "You are going to let me back in
right?" Janice has been paying attention and she too asks "Yeah, don't stop
him getting back in.  That 'level two' shit really hurts, no matter what
mum said.  I bet she's never felt it."

   "Sure, don't worry.  OK, on the count of three.  One....  two.... 
three...." Scott pulls right out, and steps back.  He doesn't turn his
back, but Christopher ignores that.  Stepping behind the girl's legs to
hide his actions with his body he quickly places the cap end of the pill
bottle against Janice's wet and swollen pussy lips, smearing it with her
juices.  Then he firmly pushes it down into the opening of her passage. 
There's resistance and Janice lifts her head, surprised.  "What?  What are
you..." But then it's sliding easily in, end passed the obstruction.  He
keeps pushing it in.  The bottom reaches her labia, and he pushes it
further with his fingertip.  The pill bottle is swallowed into her vagina.
He presses in further with his fngertip, shifting the bottle deeper into
her, pushing until he feels a resistance.

   Then he pulls his finger out, and says "OK, you can go back now" to
Scott.  Janice however disagrees.  "Wait wait, wait, he put something
inside me!  What did you do, you...?"

   He laughs.  "Ha ha!  Well, we can stand around and talk about it I
guess. If you want to, but I" At that moment Janice arches her back, crying
"Ahgghhh!  Owww!  Owwww!  Put it back!  Quick AHHH!  Put it back!" A
fraction of a second later Scott jerks and jumps forward, cursing, holding
his cock to line up with her pussy.  He slides it slightly in, and then....

   "Hey!  What the f....?!" Janice is shouting too.  "He put something
*inside* me!  Take it out!  Take it out!"

   Christopher walks a few steps away, out of reach.  "The nicest thing
about this, for me, is that you can't chase after me.  And no, don't take
it out.  That's instruction numero uno.  It's a plastic pill bottle, won't
do you any harm.  Has a couple of bearings inside for random rolling
distraction.  The whole point of it is now Scott can hadly get inside. 
Couple of inches, if that?  Maybe mum might let you take it out tomorrow
morning, but I certainly won't.  Now, you recall I was told to make sure
you guys don't slack off the exercises?  Well with all that fucking, I
think you were forgetting about the stimulating.  Lets go in the living
room, your TV program starts in a moment.  We'll talk about stuff there. 
Come along."

   He walks out of the room.