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Mix It Up - 1
by NDorado (newdorado@aol.com)

***

A young girl named Mix, who hides in her family's 
guestroom closet to draw erotic sketches, realizes that 
her older brother Nico uses the room too -- to 
masturbate! (MF-teens, voy, inc, mast)

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Author's Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. 
It contains adult content and is intended for mature 
readers. This material is the copyrighted intellectual 
property of the author. Please do not alter it or 
publish it beyond these archives without the author's 
consent. Feedback is welcome at newdorado@aol.com.

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Chapter 1: The Private Place

Mix sat in the closet with her little nightlight in one 
hand and her pencil in the other, scribbling her 
sketches in her drawing pad like she did every day. 

Mix was a peculiar name for a girl, even she would 
readily admit that, but she was rather fond of it. It 
was a nickname of course, a warped version of her full 
name, Mindy, and a play on her passion for comic books. 
("Comics, comix, 'mix, get it?") It did become 
frustrating having to explain it to others over and 
over again, mostly adults it seemed. Younger people 
didn't seem to have as much a problem with it. 

Mix sat in the large closet of the empty guest room as 
she did every day. This was her private place, where no 
one ever bothered her. This was the place where she 
could escape and not worry about others finding her. 
This was the place where she could read those forbidden 
stories she'd find online, where she could draw her 
erotic sketches that she never showed anyone, where she 
could play with herself when her urges became too 
great. 

She imagined that everyone her age must have a private 
place, and this closet was hers. She lived in a big 
house, and her parents and siblings never bothered her 
here. She made sure not to stay gone for too long, just 
in case anyone would decide to look for her. A half 
hour every day was enough – sometimes a full hour or 
even a little longer when she lost track of time, but 
that didn't happen too often.

She looked at the blank page of her sketch pad, trying 
to decide what to draw next. She had been drawing since 
she was a toddler, and she had a chest full of 
sketchpads and notebooks filled with doodles. She 
proudly showed most of them to her family and friends. 
They lauded her skill, so refined at such a young age, 
and not a single lesson. She was thinking of going to 
school for art, but her whole life was ahead of her and 
she hadn't made a decision yet. For now, drawing was 
just a pleasant hobby, like her stories and her comics. 

Comics had fascinated her, especially the ones about 
superheroes. Her friends would tease her for being so 
obsessed with such childish things. "Why are you 
wasting your time on kids' stuff?" they'd say, or 
"Aren't comic books for boys?" She didn't care about 
the teasing, and the questions and snide comments were 
annoying, but she could deal with them.

The simple answer was that comic books showed the 
beauty of the human body in simple line drawings – and 
Mix quickly learned that she could draw those bodies 
too. With a mere few lines, she could create people and 
have them do anything she wanted. Her imagination ran 
wild. She invented characters, she created stories. It 
was the most amazing thing.

The sketch pad she held in her hand was one of the few 
that she didn't dare show anyone else. It was full of 
naked bodies, beautifully drawn. Some were posed 
innocently, with just a hint of eroticism (which made 
them even more erotic, in her mind), while others were 
uninhibited, engaging in the most sexual acts her young 
mind could imagine. Drawing such things was a release 
for her, since she was still a virgin. Yes, she'd made 
out with boys, even let them touch her, but she hadn't 
gone "all the way" yet. Not yet. She could put her 
fantasies on paper and in some way it felt almost as 
good as the real thing. 

As she began to sketch a lovely female face, she heard 
the door to the room creak open. She quickly turned off 
her handheld light and peaked through the closet's old-
fashioned keyhole. No one would see her and there would 
be no reason for anyone to look in the closet since 
nothing was in there except some extra pillows, 
blankets, and bed sheets. But she had a clear view of 
the guest room through the keyhole.

She saw her brother Nico enter the room and lock the 
door behind him. 

"Why would he lock the door?" she thought. She herself 
never locked the door when she was in there, because 
she feared it would raise unnecessary suspicions. She 
was curious now to see what Nico was up to. She thought 
this room was her own private place. She never 
considered that others in her family might use it as a 
sanctuary themselves.

Nico had a small hand towel in one hand and what looked 
like a 4x5 inch picture in the other. Mix squinted to 
see what it was but she couldn't make it out. But it 
was definitely a picture, she could see that.

Nico dropped the picture and the hand towel on the bed 
and turned toward the closet door. Mix felt her heart 
skip a beat and almost gasped. It looked as if Nico was 
looking right at her! But she soon realized that she 
had nothing to worry about. Her presence was still 
undiscovered. Nico couldn't see her peeking through the 
keyhole. Instead, Nico was looking at his own 
reflection. A full-length mirror was nailed to the 
closet door and her brother was simply looking at 
himself.

Nico was a handsome young man, a dedicated athlete. He 
suffered from a bit of vanity, but he had a good heart. 
Mix loved him with all her might. She suppressed a 
little giggle as she saw him gently play with his hair, 
making faces at himself in the mirror, his guard down, 
unaware that he was being watched.

He then proceeded to take off his tee-shirt. He had a 
great body. He didn't really work out too much, but he 
had a naturally hot physique thanks to all the sports 
he played. Mix knew that all her friends at school 
would give anything to be with him. He was quite a 
catch – strong, handsome, smart. 

Mix had some dreams herself about her older brother 
Nico, although she always felt so guilty afterwards. 
But she couldn't help it. He was so attractive.

She looked at his torso now. His chest was so broad, 
his abs so flat, his biceps and his "six-pack" so 
enticing. No drawing she could ever do could capture 
that perfection. Mix wanted to run her fingers across 
his skin, to feel his tight muscles. 

She started feeling guilty again and almost looked away 
when she saw to her amazement that Nico had begun to 
take his pants off. "What on earth is he doing?" she 
thought.

He threw his pants on the floor next to his tee-shirt 
and took off his socks. He stood there, then, in 
nothing but his boxers, admiring his body in the 
mirror. He flexed a little, and Mix forced herself 
again to hold back a laugh. 

But her impulse to laugh quickly faded when she saw the 
bulge. Yes, the bulge that she loved so much to draw on 
all her male characters. Even with clothes on, she'd 
draw that little line, that little hint of a package in 
all the fictional men and boys she drew, young or old. 
In comics, you could get away with it and no one would 
pay too much attention, since anatomy was often so 
exaggerated. But she loved drawing it. Even in her 
"innocent" artwork, she'd add that hint of the bulge. 

She stared mesmerized by the bulge in her brother's 
boxers. "He's hard!" she thought, almost blurting it 
out loud. 

Nico went over to the bed and picked up the small 
photograph he had dropped there. He stared at it for a 
while and then with his free hand he adjusted his 
crotch. He pulled off his boxer shorts in a quick 
fluent motion. 

Mix's beautiful gray eyes widened in surprise as she 
saw her brother naked in front of her, his penis erect. 
Her cheeks flushed, and before she could think another 
thought, Nico turned again to the mirror. Still looking 
down at the picture in his hand, he started rubbing his 
hard cock slowly. His hand stroked his long shaft, up 
and down, up and down. 

He kept looking at that picture as he pleasured 
himself, but every once in a while he would look up at 
his own reflection. And even though Mix knew that Nico 
couldn't see her and had no idea that anyone was 
watching him, it looked like he was staring right at 
her as he pumped his prick.

Mix was mesmerized. She couldn't believe that she was 
spying on her older brother jerking off! It never 
crossed her mind that Nico might still beat off 
occasionally. He was always dating some pretty girl, so 
it never occurred to her that he might still 
masturbate. 

"So this is his private place where he comes to wack 
off!" she thought, mischievously. 

She kept looking at him as he expertly fondled his own 
package. "How many times in his life has he done that?" 
she thought. She thought of all the times she herself 
had rubbed her pussy and her breasts beneath her 
bedcovers or in the guest room closet – so many times, 
she couldn't even come up with a number. Did boys do it 
more than girls?

Nico's dick just seemed to grow bigger and bigger as he 
continued to stroke it. Mix couldn't believe what she 
was seeing. 

Eventually, Nico dropped the picture and went over to 
lie down on the bed. He closed his eyes, and, lying 
flat on his back, kept pumping at a steady rhythm. Mix 
could hear him breathing heavily now. He swayed his 
hips in sync with the movement of his fist. It was such 
an amazing sight to behold. His hand stroked up and 
down, and his fingers and palm twisted gently in 
circular motion around the shaft and the tip of his 
throbbing penis. His whole body started to tense up 
with pleasure. 

"It must feel so good for him," Mix thought.

Her own body was starting to feel good too. Her nipples 
were hard and there was a tingle between her legs more 
intense than anything she'd ever felt.

Nico kept pumping away, his whole body rocking. He was 
using both hands now, cupping his balls, stroking his 
manhood, rubbing himself ever faster.

It lasted for a while. Mix could tell that her brother 
was trying to make the good sensations last as long as 
possible. But eventually Nico reached a point of no 
return. He was pulling on his dick furiously, like an 
animal out of control. His face was red and he was 
moaning in bliss when finally he seemed to convulse in 
one big spasm of joy. A pearly white stream of cum shot 
from his penis and he barely held back a loud gasp of 
relief. 

Mix exhaled as well. Her fingers had gone down between 
her legs during this whole spectacle, and she hadn't 
even realized that she had been stroking her own body 
in rhythm with Nico's movements. 

"This is crazy," she thought, trying to catch her 
breath. 

She kept looking at Nico lying there on the bed, his 
chest heaving, like someone who had just concluded an 
intense workout. His penis still looked so big. Mix 
couldn't take her eyes off it. 

After a few moments, Nico stood up, took the hand towel 
and cleaned himself with it, wiping every last trace of 
his semen. He quickly got dressed, unlocked the door, 
and ran out of the room.

Mix sat in the closet for long minutes afterwards, the 
memory of what she had just witnessed playing over and 
over again in her mind. 

After much time had passed, she came out and began to 
head for the door. She noticed, on the floor, face 
down, the 4x5 picture that Nico had left behind. He had 
forgotten the picture!

Mix quickly picked it up and shoved it in her sketch 
book, not looking at it. 

She hurried to her own room which she shared with her 
older sister Emily. She closed the door and jumped on 
her bed.

Nico would eventually realize that he'd lost his 
picture, but she doubted that he'd ever find out or 
suspect that his little sister Mix would have it. 

Mix was extremely curious to find out what image was 
the source of inspiration for her brother Nico's recent 
jerk off session. 

She pulled out the photo and turned it over to look at 
it. 

It had become a day full of surprises, because instead 
of the expected picture of some naked model or cute 
girl from school, Mix was staring at a picture of two 
suntanned young girls in skimpy bathing suits – it was 
a picture of Emily and Mix from last summer's Caribbean 
family vacation!

"Nico just shot his load after looking at a picture of 
Emily and me at the beach!" Mix thought. 

She didn't know what to think. "Was he jerking off to 
Emily? Was he imagining her making him cum?" Emily was 
closer to Nico's age, and she was extremely beautiful, 
but…"I'm in the picture too," Mix thought. "Was he 
thinking of both of us?"

She sat back on her bed and put the picture away with 
her secret sketch book as more crazy thoughts danced 
through her head.

To be continued? 

newdorado@aol.com 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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