Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 12
Summary: A 13-year-old boy named Ted has just moved to a new house, and
discovers a magical surprise in the basement.  Let the temptations begin.
Keywords: mg, ped, teen, lolita, inc, incest brother sister, first time,
brief anal

   Chapter 12 - Research

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   The next day, once Ted had managed to wake up, he began his day with a
little surfing on the net.  He was looking for ideas on things to try with
Tiffany, and free porn was easy enough to find if you knew how to use a
search engine.  And was willing to lie past any age checks.  But, so far,
he hadn't really turned up much of anything.  Oh, he had seen plenty of
naked people having sex, but it was pretty much all stuff he'd already
tried.  Well, except for the Japanese sites, but where the heck was he
going to get a tentacle monster?  And where would he keep it when he wasn't
trying it on Tiffany?  Ted shook his head and moved on, declaring that idea
impractical.  Besides, the idea of a tentacle monster on his little sister
didn't really do anything for him, and he'd prefer an idea both of them
could enjoy.

   He did notice something else, though.  The girls came in a wide variety
of shapes and sizes...  some he found more appealing than others...  but
the guys pretty much had one type.  Fit, some muscle showing, and a big
dick.  Well, bigger than Ted, anyways.  Maybe that was it?  Ted thought
about it, remembering that some of the girls at school had needed some
extra help from his hands to cum.  Maybe he wasn't big enough to fully
satisfy them.

   Ted shrugged, putting the thought aside.  It would take a wish to
change, and if the stories held true he only had one left.  He didn't want
to spend it unless he was pretty sure of the wish.  Ted paused, then looked
over to his bookshelf.  Still, the thought does lead to another
possibility. He wasn't finding a lot on the net.  Perhaps he should try
another resource.  He got up, headed over to the bookshelf, moved some
books aside, and pulled the lantern from it's hiding place.  A bit of
thought, and he gave the lens a brief rub.

   "Hey tiger," he heard Chantelle say.  He looked up to see her casually
leaning against the wall of his room.  Her outfit today looked like another
school uniform.  Only this time it was a variation of uniform from Japan,
which Ted recognized mainly because of the research he'd just been doing.
Sensible shoes and calf-high white socks below a green, pleated skirt that
didn't quite reach mid-thigh.  Her top, a white blouse with green
highlights that was actually buttoned up properly, hung loosely over her
enormous breasts, with maybe only an inch hanging freely below their curve,
leaving her midriff bare even though her navel was hiding behind the
waistband of her skirt.  Her green hair hung in a pair of braids down to
her waist.  Casually, Chantelle walked over to Ted's computer, leaning down
to look intently at the screen.  "Hmm," she said, observing, "I would have
thought you wouldn't need this much anymore..." She leaned over at the
waist, more than she really needed to.  This resulted in her skirt rising
smoothly, and giving Ted a full display of the white panties underneath,
tightly hugging every curve.  Ted tried to divert his eyes and instead
noticed the angle also gave him a less-obvious upshot on Chantelle's
blouse. And the fact that she had no bra on.

   Ted closed his eyes and actively reminded himself that he couldn't do
anything with Chantelle.  But damn he wanted to!  He took a bracing breath
and stepped a bit closer to her before opening his eyes.  Now he didn't
have so good an angle for her display.  "I was kinda looking things up.  I
was having a little trouble with Tiffany.  Can't seem to get her to cum. 
So I was looking for ideas."

   Chantelle looked at him over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised.  "Ideas
for wishes?"

   "Uh, no," Ted told her, shaking his head.  "I'm trying to save that last
wish.  Just trying to find ideas of things I could do with her.  But I'm
not coming up with much."

   "Oh...  Oh!" Chantelle quickly made the connection.  "You want to ask me
for ideas of what you can do with her." She straightened up, beaming
widely. "Why didn't you say so?  I'd love to help you fuck your little
sister better."

   "Well, I haven't actually fucked her..." Ted muttered.

   Chantelle's smile quickly changed to a flat look.  "Seriously?  You
haven't even tried just sticking your dick in her?"

   "Er..." Ted felt himself blush in embarrassment.  "I was...  just trying
to figure her out...  with hands.  And my mouth.  Once I had figured out
how to make her cum, I was totally going to fuck her properly..."

   Her expression softened.  "Okay, I'll cut you slack for due diligence,
but seriously, if you're going to try anything, that should be one of the
first.  Some girls just can't go on fingers and tongue alone." Chantelle
looked back to the computer screen.  "How about the rest of this
'research'?"

   Ted shrugged.  "Lot of holding and places to put your hands.  Tried just
about all of it already."

   "Hrm." Chantelle raised her arms, placing one underneath her head-sized
breasts while the other put her hand to her lips thoughtfully.  "It might
not be a physical thing.  Psychological triggers can work as well,
sometimes better." When Ted looked at her, he suddenly noticed a pair of
glasses on her face that certainly hadn't been there before.  Chantelle
casually adjusted them with two fingers pressed to one of the arms.  "It
could be simple as a location, but the right situation may also work.  It
could also be what she's thinking about at the time.  The mind has a lot of
power over the body.  Of course..." Her hand went back to pressing knuckles
against the side of her jaw.  "...  exhibitionism is pretty much off the
table.  Your second wish just makes that unworkable, at least for her."

   "Exhibitionism?" Ted asked.

   "Sex in public, with or without an audience."

   "Oh." Ted sighed as he realized an entire avenue of possible pleasure
had been cut off for any girl who was having sex with him.  He kinda
enjoyed it, but they never would, now.  Apparently he hadn't thought that
wish through quite far enough.

   Chantelle, noticing the look on his face, continued quickly.  "There are
other things to try, plenty of things.  How about location?  Where have you
been trying to get her off?"

   Ted thought about it.  "Well...  just in our living room.  Usually on
the sofa."

   "Alright, easy to fix." Chantelle smiled again.  "Try her bedroom.  Or
yours.  Perhaps your mother's room, or your other sister's."

   Ted thought that over.  "I'm not sure Amber would like us in her room,
wish or not.  But the others might work."

   "And if they don't work, try outside." She gestured to the nearest
window.  "I noticed Tiffany is a pretty active girl.  Maybe she needs open
sunlight on her skin while she's getting laid.  Or perhaps the feel of dirt
or grass under her."

   "Certainly a starting point." Ted thought quickly.  "Okay, let's try
some stuff.  Will you hang around and offer some more advice?"

   Chantelle smiled impishly.  "Watch you fuck a girl over and over until
you can get her to cum like she deserves?  Twist my arm, why don't ya..?"
Her eyes lit up.  "Oh, another thing to try on her."

   "What?" Ted asked.

   "Twisting her arm." Off Ted's look, she quickly amended, "Not too much.
Maybe just holding her wrist behind her.  Some girls like it if the guy is
grabby like that."

   Not entirely convinced, Ted mentally set it aside for later.  "Well,
let's go see what we can do." With that, he turned and exited his room. 
Walking along the stair railing, he stopped in front of Tiffany's room,
knocking softly.  "Tiffany?" Hearing a soft sound inside, he gently opened
the door.  "Hey, Tiff."

   Tiffany's room was a chaotic mess.  Toys littered the floor and most of
the surfaces, while brightly-colored posters hung on the walls.  The window
let bright sunshine in, and Tiffany was there, lying in bed under a
baby-blue comforter with clouds on it, pulled up to her chin.  "Hi, Ted,"
she told him.

   Ted paused.  She didn't sound her usual self.  "Hey, kid.  Something
wrong?" He walked inside, coming over to sit on the edge of her bed.  "You
cold?"

   "Yeah.  Go away." She quickly responded.

   That really sounded off to Ted.  "Cmon, don't be glum.  I know I haven't
gotten back to you about my promise, but I just wanted to wait until
Saturday when we could really try again." This seemed to mollify her, but
only slightly.  "I really want to give you a good orgasm, Tiff," He slowly
reached over to tug at her covers.

   What was revealed was a bit of a surprise to Ted.  Tiffany was still in
her pajamas, but only partially.  The top had been unbuttoned the whole way
and pulled open, her bottoms were down around her knees.  He didn't think
she'd be half-ready for sex like this, without knowing for sure he'd come
visit her room.  And she certainly didn't just do it while he came in. 
While he looked at her undressed state, she turned her head from him and
asked, "Why don't you just go have sex with mom?  She'll be more fun for
you."

   "Oh dear," Chantelle said, watching nearby.  She opened her mouth, arm
rising towards Tiffany before she stopped herself.  Lowering her arm, she
looked at Ted.  "Tell her it's not her fault.  It's not her fault she's
having trouble."

   Uncertain, but pushed by Chantelle's words, Ted looked back to Tiffany.
"It's not your fault, Tiff." Very gently, he reached out to put his hands
on her little shoulders.  "I'm really sorry.  I promised I would help you,
and I left you hanging for days on that.  It's my fault for not keeping
that promise.  Or, at least, I didn't keep it right away.  I should have
tried to help you out sooner.  I'm sorry.  I really want to keep that
promise, and I'd like to try today." He just looked at her then, letting
her consider her words.  Then, all at once, Tiffany sat up in the bed and
wrapped her arms around his neck.  Ted smiled, and hugged her back.

   "Good move," Chantelle said.  "She had been masturbating.  Or trying to,
anyways, and failing to get anywhere, I'd assume.  On a brighter note, her
mood should be better for trying, now."

   Ted tugged at Tiffany to look in her eyes again.  "Hey, 'sall good?"
Tiffany briefly rubbed at one eye and then nodded.  "Okay.  Let's give this
another shot." Smiling, Ted leaned in to kiss her on the lips, tenderly. 
She responded quickly, her little tongue flicking out to touch his.  He
held that kiss as his hands slipped inside her open pajama top, stroking
along her spine.  The girl shifted a little under his touch, and Ted pulled
on her.  Gently tugging her over towards the edge of the bed, he slid off
to go to one knee.  He broke the kiss and, pausing only to finish tugging
her pajama bottoms completely off of her, lowered his head down.

   He knew he couldn't get Tiffany off on just licking.  But he did know
that it felt good, and it would no doubt help her feel a little more
comfortable with what he was about to try.  He spent a good minute kneeling
there, his hands lifting her up by her little butt while her fingers ran
through his hair.  Her moans of appreciation were encouraging, and once
he'd guessed that she'd gotten as far as she was going to this way, Ted
switched tactics.

   Leaning back, he quickly undid his pants and got out of them.  Tiffany
watched him, and her eyes widened a little with realization of what he was
going to do.  Climbing up onto her bed with her, Ted turned her, to lie
down on top of her in the bed.  She spread her legs in anticipation,
welcoming him as he got on top of her.  He tried to keep his weight off
with one hand as he reached down with his other.  She may have only been
nine to his thirteen, but he was still quite a bit bigger than her, and he
didn't want to crush her under his weight.  Getting his hand on his dick,
he managed to find her pussy after a brief search.

   "Ease it in, now," Chantelle advised from the sidelines.  "She's going
to be tight..." Ted took her words to action, not wanting to hurt Tiffany.
She was, indeed, tight, resisting his entry until his push managed to get
through.  Twisting his hips a little, his dick wiggled it's way into her
until it managed to get all the way in.

   Looking at her face, Ted saw the redness on her cheeks, and she was
biting her lips.  "Hey, you okay?" he asked.  She nodded, and looked into
his eyes.  Smiling in what he hoped was a calming manner, Ted leaned down
to kiss her again.  He kept it up for a bit, letting her relax around him
before he started moving.  Tiffany grunted again, into his lips, as his
dick moved in and out of her slowly.  Ted eventually broke the kiss to
breathe, and let Tiffany do the same.  His eyes met hers and held there,
her hips moving as well now, meeting his halfway.  Ted brought his hands
back into play, to Tiffany's chest.  She had no boobs to speak of, but he
learned early that she still liked being touched there.  A little massage
seemed to help her along quite well.

   But, as time passed, Tiffany seemed to not be getting any closer.  And
Ted, even though he was resisting, was heading towards orgasm steadily.  He
tried mixes of touches and kisses, but it didn't seem to get Tiffany any
closer.  And, too soon, Ted felt his release come.  He thrust one last time
into her, and sent his spunk as deep as he could into his little sister. 
Once spent, Ted relaxed back, and looked down at her again.  "I'm sorry,
Tiff."

   She looked a bit sad, a bit mad, and a lot annoyed.  But not at him, as
she muttered, "It's okay.  You tried."

   "I'm not done trying, Tiffany." Ted firmly said.  "It's Saturday and I'm
going to keep trying today." Thinking about it, he added, glancing towards
Chantelle, "It's only the first time today, for me.  I should be okay in a
few minutes.  Let's try this somewhere else." Chantelle nodded with him.

   A short time later, Tiffany commented, "It's a little weird being in
here."

   "Weird good, or weird bad?" Ted asked.

   "Just weird.  Don't usually come in here when mom isn't here." Tiffany
looked down at Ted.  "Are you sure this is working?"

   Ted shrugged.  "It's just something we're trying.  Maybe it will, maybe
not.  Here, turn around." They were lying in Carol's bed, Ted lying on his
back with Tiffany on top of him.  They'd been trying it with her facing
him, but it didn't seem to be getting anywhere.

   "Yeah, set her knees on either side of you," Chantelle directed.  "Tell
her she can lean forward or back, and see if either is better." As Ted
passed the message along, and Tiffany gave them a try.  Both positions
certainly felt quite nice to Ted, but Tiffany told him that, while this
position felt nice, it wasn't enough.  Chantelle frowned, finger tapping
against her lips again.  "Hrm.  Well, there's one thing that you can try.
It's a little high-risk, though." When Ted looked around his sister on top
of him, Chantelle held up a calming hand.  "It's just something worth
giving a try.  But back right off if I tell you to, okay?" Ted nodded,
still helping Tiffany grind her hips against his.  "Okay, push her back
into leaning forward first.  Now, grab her butt in both hands." As Ted
followed direction, Tiffany went along with it without protest.  "Okay, you
see here?" Chantelle came over a pointed.  "Take your thumb and press right
there.  Go slow, but just keep pressing."

   Tiffany made a startled sound and stopped moving.  "Uh, er, Ted..? 
Wha..?"

   Chantelle, ducking around to look at Tiffany's face, quickly waved her
hands horizontally.  "Abort.  Abort!"

   Ted immediately pulled his hand away.  "Sorry, sorry.  I was just trying
something, Tiff.  I take it that really didn't work?"

   "Uh...  It...  Um..." Tiffany managed to say.  "I don't..."

   Chantelle sighed, putting a hand to her forehead.  "Start over, she's
turned off." Muttering half to herself, "Well, she's not into anal..."
Louder, she told Ted, "Sorry about that.  I said it was kinda risky.  It
might've worked, but..."

   "No problem," Ted mumbled as he got Tiffany off of his dick and started
the whole process again.

   It was a bit later when Ted heard a car rumble up the driveway, soon
followed by the call of Carol saying "Ted?  Ted?"

   "In here, mom!" Ted called out in reply.

   Carol poked her head in.  "Oh," she said.  Not noticeably reacting to
her youngest daughter riding her son, Carol told him over his tight grunts
as he lost his grip on his self control again, "Those two boys you told me
about yesterday, they're here now."

   "Right," Ted tightly said as the last shots of his cock fired into
Tiffany's pussy.  He made an annoyed sigh.  "This didn't work either, I
guess.  I'm going to need a bit of a break, Tiff.  How about we try this
again after a bit?"

   "I'll just watch her while you deal with your friends," Chantelle told
him, as they disengaged and got up.  "Maybe some ideas will come to me if I
just watch her act naturally."

   "Too bad you can't just talk to her, that'd make it easier," Ted said as
he got his pants up.  Chantelle made an annoyed grunt at him.  With that,
Ted headed downstairs to much more boring efforts.

   *****

   This is a work of fiction, if that wasn't clear enough.  Nothing I write
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