Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

Written by Janus
Copyright 2016

“Chris, can I have spinach tonight?”

Her brother was too busy draining a large pot of spaghetti to answer immediately. Great plumes of steam rose from the kitchen sink, enveloping his head in translucent mist. Ellie laughed as his glasses fogged over. Chris set aside the colander of spaghetti to clean the lenses off with his shirt.

“Sorry, Ellie,” he said. “No spinach tonight. Can you set the table for me instead?”

Ellie made a face but did as he asked. She retrieved silverware and plates for four people, even though some days her parents worked so late that Chris and Ellie were starting dessert when they finally arrived. Their late work days were the reason it was Chris's responsibility to make dinner. Ellie aided as much as she could but, being only nine years old, she could only offer a limited amount of help. At seventeen years of age, however, Chris was responsible enough to handle most of it by himself.

The next evening, Ellie was doing her homework when she heard the front door open and close. She went to the kitchen where she found Chris removing assorted leftovers from the refrigerator. He was still wearing his football uniform.

“Hi Chris.”

“Hi Ellie.”

“Can I have spinach tonight?” she asked hopefully.

“Sorry kiddo, not tonight.” It must have been a grueling football practice because he was limping a bit. Ellie sighed to herself and began setting the table.

The following day, Ellie returned from piano practice and was greeted by the smell of barbecued oven wings before she even entered the house. Her brother was in the kitchen, as usual. He had his back to her, but she could see him measuring olive oil and mixing spices.

“Guess what?” he said.


“You want some spinach?”

Her eyes immediately lit up. “You mean it?”

“Sure.” Chris handed her a large salad bowl filled with greens. “Here you go.”

Ellie's arms were full with the salad bowl so she aimed a kick at his shin. “That's not funny!”

“Ow!” he said, dodging her second kick. “Go put that bowl on the table before you drop it.”

She set down the salad bowl with a loud thump. “I don't like it when you make fun of me,” Ellie complained.

“I was just joking,” he said. “Don't you want to eat spinach and be strong like Popeye? You used to eat so much spinach that mom had to buy pounds at a time.”

“That was a long time ago,” Ellie countered. “I don't believe in Popeye anymore.” She planted her face into the countertop, her knees buckling as if she couldn't support her own weight. Then she sighed, a gusty and woeful sound. “I haven't had spinach in SO LONG.”

“Bravo,” Chris said, clapping his hands. “You deserve an Academy Award for Best Actress.”

Ellie frowned at her brother. Her scowl only deepened when he began humming the Popeye theme song. He only stopped when he noticed she wasn't laughing. “Don't be mad at me,” he consoled. He paused a beat before continuing, “You can have spinach tonight.”

Ellie eyed him cautiously. “Honest?”

“Yes, honest,” he said. “Come to my room when you're done getting ready for bed.”

Ellie gave him a joyful hug. Finally! She did a happy dance as she set the dinner table. Chris laughed at her tapping feet and bouncing shoulders but she didn't care. They dutifully waited until 6:30 but their parents didn't show so they started eating dinner. Despite her earlier disdain for Popeye, Ellie had two big helpings of salad.

That night, Ellie went to her brother's room. There was music playing but it stopped once she knocked on the door. “Come in,” he called.

Ellie poked her head in his door. “Can I still have spinach tonight?” she asked. He was lying on his bed, reading. Ellie had already changed into her pajamas but he was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“Of course,” he nodded. Ellie entered the room and shut the door behind her.

“Mom and dad fell asleep in front of the TV,” she volunteered.

“We should lock the door anyway,” Chris decided.

Ellie sat down on the bed. She watched as her brother unzipped his jeans and pulled down his underwear. His t-shirt was so long that it partially hid his midsection, but not enough to hide the things between his legs. “It's getting really hairy down there,” Ellie observed. “Is it ever going to stop getting so bushy?”

Chris shrugged. “I don't know.”

“Can I help it get pokey?” Ellie asked.

“All right,” Chris agreed. He used one hand to raise his shirt, revealing his stomach muscles that were well-defined from his time in the weight room. But they were not the main attraction. Scooting forward on the bed, Ellie lifted the dangling tube between his legs. First, the nine year old gave it a little kiss and then shook it back and forth with her hand. This was followed with another kiss and a tentative lick. Using both hands, Ellie shook it again. To her satisfaction, Chris's thing grew harder and harder until it stuck straight out from his body.

“I did it!” Ellie crowed. Sometimes it stubbornly remained droopy despite her best efforts and then Chris would have to help.

“Good job!” he congratulated her. Chris licked his palm and began stroking himself. Ellie sat back on his bed, her hands now patiently resting in her lap. She liked watching him do this. It always amazed her how his thing could transform from droopy to pokey in a matter of seconds. Ellie kept a careful watch on the slit that topped his bulbous crown.

“I see a little drip!” she announced after a few minutes. “Is the spinach ready?”

“Almost,” her brother answered. He stopped what he was doing to spit into his hand. When he resumed, his brow was knit in concentration. “The spinach is almost ready...”

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic noise of clenched hand. Ellie's feet hung off his bed, fidgeting with anticipation. Her brother, standing only a few feet from her, moved closer. He had to waddle because of the jeans bunched around his thighs.

“Okay,” he said. “Are you ready to eat my spinach?”

Ellie sat up straight and leaned forward. “Ready,” she answered. Her mouth opened just enough for him to slip his purplish tip inside. The rest of him remained beyond her lips where his fist still furiously worked. Ellie heard her brother suck in a deep breath.

“Oh! Oh!” he gasped. Ellie felt something squirt into her mouth. She could have swallowed then and there but the nine year old girl knew better. A second dollop of warm fluid landed on her tongue, then another. Her lips tightened around his ridged crown to ensure that not a drop could escape.

When his hand finally stopped yanking, Ellie could tell there was a rather large puddle waiting at the back of her mouth. It was only now that she dared an attempt to swallow. It wasn't easy since her lips still stretched wide around him. Her tongue protested, swishing against his now-drooping member. Slowly, carefully, Ellie withdrew him from her mouth until only her lips remained puckered against his rubbery tip. Then she was able to swallow everything in one big gulp.

Her mouth was now empty, as if nothing at all had come out of him. Now she could lean back and rub her sore jaws. Ellie wished she had brought a glass of water. Even though it was long gone, the aftertaste of his deposit lingered on her taste buds.

“You made a lot of spinach,” Ellie commented, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. “Do you think that means it will feel extra good for me?”

“As long as you ate all of it,” Chris replied.

“I'm pretty sure I got it all, “Ellie said. “Wait! There's another drop coming out.” She scrambled off the bed and knelt in front of her brother. She stuck out her tongue just in time to catch the dribble from his thing. It didn't taste very good, but she swallowed it anyway.

“I wish there was an easier way to get that good feeling.” Ellie slipped out of her pajama bottoms and lay down on the bed. Chris positioned himself between her spread legs.

“It's just the way it is,” her brother said sympathetically. He patted her head. “Popeye only becomes strong when he eats spinach...”

“And I can only become strong if I eat YOUR spinach,” Ellie giggled.

“Are you ready to feel strong?” Chris asked.

Ellie nodded. “I was already starting to feel strong even before you squirted in my mouth.” Her eyes closed as Chris began lapping at between her legs. She was a good girl and ate all his spinach. Now she would get her reward.

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