Bab 324: Axel’s Penis... and Mom And Annika
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This is my Official LITEROTICA 2009 EARTH DAY CONTEST submission.
Please do not print this story out on paper! We need to save our trees for more important uses.
It's a story that could have been submitted in various categories (Humor, Group, Celebrity, Toys, Romance to name a few) but since there is incestuous sexual activity described in the story it has been put into the Incest Category. All sex described only involves people eighteen years of age and older. I hope you enjoy it.
11:45 a.m., Saturday, March 14th 2009: a Freshman Dorm, Athens, Georgia
"Ronnie?" I stretched as I uttered my girlfriend's name. My eyes were still closed but I could feel her warm body snuggled next to me. On both sides. Huh? Both sides? I stretched again as I opened my right eye.
Ronnie had short blond hair today. Which my still fuzzy brain found strange since she'd always had shoulder length brown hair. So I shut my eye and lay back down against the pillow. Blond hair?
"Aaaaaaahhhh." A contented moan. It came from my left side. Turning my head I slowly peeked through my left eye. The sun was flooding into the room from somewhere beyond the naked body that was nestled against me so I again asked, "Ronnie?" before I realized that this Ronnie had long red hair. What the fuck? I fell back against my pillow and tried to go back to sleep. I liked this dream.
But it was too late, my brain was working too hard to process what my eyes had seen to go back to sleep.
And then I remembered. Veronica had gone to Atlanta to visit her aunt for the weekend. And I, a fourth year business major at the University of Georgia, finding myself alone on a Friday night, had accepted one of my buddies invites to join him at a party that his Frat had been holding.
I slowly opened my eyes again. I looked left, then right. Shit! The first year coeds! Ashley and someone, yes Kimberly's the redhead I remembered as I inspected the girl to my left. You fool I chastised myself even as visions from the night before came back to me.
You're supposed to be in a monogamous relationship ... Christ, you've been thinking about popping the question ... you bastard, you're not supposed to be doing this anymore. As these thoughts flashed through my mind my eyes hungrily raked across the cute red head to my left. Her puffy pink nipples that capped perfectly proportioned pyramids beckoned.
So I leaned over and trapped one of the beauties between my lips. Then moistly tongued it before sucking it hungrily into my mouth. Stop that my mind ordered as my fingers cupped the sleeping girls breast. My cock lazily lifted its head.
A sigh behind me momentarily took my attention away from Kimberly. I turned. Ashley, still asleep, was stretching her lithe young body like a cat. Her breasts, smaller but rounder than the cones of her friend, invited me. So I bent over her. They tasted great. I moved my fingers down across her shaven mound as memories of the night before continued to surface. I remembered how her hot little cunt had squeezed me when I'd pushed inside of her. My cock continued to grow. I slipped a finger down her slit. I could feel the sticky remnants of my last night's ejaculations as I explored her opening.
Then I felt a hand slide across my butt and slip between my legs. Fingers closed around my sack. "Hey," I protested as I looked back over my shoulder at the redhead. Her eyes were open.
"It's my turn, not hers," she insisted as she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me until I was lying on my back.
"No its not," her blond friend answered as she opened her eyes.
Kimberly ignored her as she climbed on top of me.
"I can't ... I'm finished," I protested. The three of us had been going at it half the night.
"He's not," Kimberly answered as she grabbed my penis and then adjusted herself so that my cock was rubbing against her red curls. Then she started to ride me!
*****
"You're better than Tiger Woody," Kim said with a shy grin five minutes later. I was rapidly softening as I slipped out of her.
"Much better," Ashley agreed. "Bigger too."
"Tiger Woods?" I muttered. These babes had been sleeping with Tiger Woods? "The golfer?"
"We don't play golf with him," blond Ashley replied with a grin.
"He does have a big driver though," Kimberly said, and then, as she put her fingers around my semi erect shaft, asked her friend, "Do you really think he's bigger than Tiger?"
"Definitely!" Ashley replied as she moved her hand and cupped my balls.
"Really? I'm not so sure. He's certainly thicker and he's got this nice curve," she said as she started to move her hand up and down my shaft, "but is he longer?"
"I'll prove it," the blond said, then hopped out of the bed and rushed from the room.
"Where's she going?" I asked.
"To get the Tiger," Kim replied.
These girls are fucking nuts I thought but I figured that I might as well humor them as I watched my redheaded coed dip her head and then capture my cockhead between her lips. "Where does she keep him?" I asked. My cock had sprung to attention in her mouth.
Kimberly spat me out for a second, just long enough to say, "In my bedside night table, I was the last one to use him." Then her tongue darted out and started to swirl around my thick bulb.
Drugs I thought. Major drug use has fried this poor young things brain. However her tongue certainly seemed to still know what it was doing.
"We got him just last week, FedEx delivered him," she added between moist licks.
I thought of the FedEx Cup. It had to be them I thought, hell they're the big sponsor of the PGA tour these days. What am I doing with these wacko broads I asked myself. Shit, I was almost engaged. Then I looked up.
Ashley was standing at the side of the bed and was now clad in a pair of tiger skin patterned panties. Or so it seemed. And sticking out from the crotch of said panties was an eight inch or so long, yellow and black striped pole.
"A strap-on? What are you going to do with that?" I gasped.
"An environmentally friendly one," little Ash proclaimed as she climbed up on the bed. And in doing so brought the contraption towards my face.
"Bring it here," Kim ordered her friend. "I wanta measure them side by side."
Tiger Woods is endorsing dildos now? How much money does any golfer guy need? Does Nike put their 'Swoosh' on them? What the fuck is she talking about, 'environmentally friendly'? All these questions and more cascaded through my mind as I watched Ashley move down my body and adjust herself so that 'Tiger Woody' was facing my 'Woody'.
"Don't you dare touch me with that thing," I ordered as I struggled to sit up.
"We're just comparing them, measuring them," Kimberly said while putting her hands around both my penis and 'Tiger'. She then placed them head to head.
"That's disgusting," I grumbled.
"Take it off Ash so I can put them side by side," Kimberly instructed her friend. Seconds later 'Tiger' was released from the strap-on and firmly held by the redhead. Then she placed it side by side with mine.
"I told you he was bigger," Ashley said triumphantly. Looking down my body I could easily see that I had Mr. Tiger Woody beaten in the length category.
"No wonder Axel felt so good," Kimberly answered, then tossed the dildo to the floor. "And you're going to feel good inside me again," she promised my penis, quickly kissed him, then straddled my body and brought him inside her pussy. A pussy still oozing out the sperm my last ejaculation had filled her with.
"It's my turn," Ashley protested even as Kimberly lowered herself onto me. "And you shouldn't have thrown 'Tiger' down like that. You could have hurt him." Out of the corner of my eye I watched her pick the fake cock up and then reattach him at her groin.
"First come, first served," Kim answered triumphantly. I watched as her red pubic triangle started to move up and down. I thrust upward to meet her. Then I pulled her head down and crushed her lips with mine. Our hips continued to move. Then over Kimberly's shoulder I saw Ashley positioning herself behind her friend. I actually felt it when she pushed 'Tiger Woody' into her friends bum.
I'm too old for freshmen I thought as the three of us quickly got into rhythm. Kimberly was a screamer! Tiger didn't say a word!
****
"We need a picture, actually lots of pictures," Ashley said sometime later. She was holding a small digital camera and pointing it at my cock.
"Oh no you don't," I ordered as I tried to cover my face and groin with my hands.
"Not your face silly, we just need pics of your penis for the contest," Kimberly informed.
"What contest?" I asked as I peered between my fingers.
"The dildo company is holding a contest. They want girls to send in suggestions for their next generation of penile replacements."
"No one is making a dildo out of this guy," I promised as I lifted my cock from my thigh.
"Hold Tiger Woody next to it," Ashley encouraged her friend. "So they'll see how big he is."
So I let the girls take a few shots. What could it hurt? The chances of my man getting chosen were one in a million. Or so I thought.
****
"Why is it environmentally friendly?" I asked Kimberly some hours later. I'd forgotten Ashley's earlier claim until I'd tripped over old 'Tiger Woody' on a trip back from the can. Although we'd eaten breakfast in bed and showered together, most of the previous six hours had passed in sexual play. I was finished. My cock was dead! Let Tiger do a little of the work I thought.
"What's environmentally friendly?" Kimberly asked.
"Woody here," I answered, "Ashley said something about it being-"
"It is," Ashley answered as she came into the room carrying three beers. "That's why it's so expensive."
"It's expensive?" I asked as I bent over and picked it up.
"It cost $119.00, shipping and handling included."
"What? How much? Are you two nuts?"
"But that included the strap-on contraption too," Kimberly explained. "And some of the proceeds are donated to charity."
"It's also a 'large', and came with two srcew in attachments."
"But can't you buy one of those plastic florescent purple or pink ones for like twenty bucks? Christ, how much money does Tiger Woods need anyway?" I asked innocently. Besides what did two girls like these two need with dildos anyway I wondered.
"PLASTIC?" Ashley's voice dripped with scorn.
"Do you know what harm plastic dildos are doing to the environment Mr. Business Major?" Kimberly added. She wasn't happy either.
Huh? "Plastic dildos are hurting the environment?" I was totally flummoxed by the idea.
"Do you know how many birds have died trying to swallow plastic penises?"
"Birds? Birds that fly?"
"Penguins too. And fish!" the blond declared angrily.
Were these two kidding? "How do fish come in contact with imitation cocks?" I asked once I decided they were conning me. I smiled at them to let them know I was on to them.
"They think they're lures, haven't you ever fished?" the redhead, clearly someone who'd spent some time angling in her pretty young life, asked.
"What kind of fish are lured by six or eight inch long fluorescent penises?"
"All kinds ... haven't you seen a lure before? Big fish. Dolphins."
I'd had enough. "How do dildos get in the lakes and ocean in the first place?" I asked sarcastically. I figured this would shut them up.
"Do you know how many plastic dildos were sold worldwide in 2007?" Ashley asked. I shook my head no even as I tried to guess a figure. A couple of million?
"According to the United Nations over one hundred and eighty-nine million of them Mr. Smart Guy." I still was trying to figure out how dildos could have got into the ocean when the size of the number hit me. It sounded preposterous. Who was she kidding?
"No way! How do you know that?" I challenged.
"It's reported on their website; they explain everything about the damage plastic pricks are doing to our environment."
"On whose website?" I asked even while wishing I'd never brought the subject up.
"The website of the company that manufactured Tiger Woody. They have a complete line of eco friendly penises," Kimberly explained.
"They're not penises," I protested.
"And their research shows that some one hundred million plastic penises have been thrown away each of the last five years. It's an environmental catastrophe." Ashley this time.
"And where do you think they end up Mr. Businessman?" came at me from Kimberly.
"Why would girls throw them away?" I was now definitely on the defensive.
"They end up polluting our streams and rivers and oceans," Kimberly continued. "And wait til you see the video of the poor manatees."
I love manatees! "Manatees?"
"It's sooo disgusting," Ashley said.
"Why? What's it about?"
"You'll see," she promised.
Manatees? Fish? Birds? Penguins? Killer plastic dildos? I looked over at the dildo lying on the floor. "So what the hell is this made of?" I asked as I nudged 'Woody' with my toe.
"Wood," Kimberly answered smugly.
Wood? What the hell, I thought as I looked over at the two girls. Just fuck them, one side of my brain implored. The side that was connected to my dick! But the other side of my brain couldn't shut up. "How is chopping down trees going to help the environment?" I demanded. My cock, clearly pissed off, settled back down on my thigh. "Haven't you two heard of the Brazilian rainforests and global warming?"
"We should never have brought him home," Ashley said in exasperation to her pal. "Business students just don't get it," she added as she slowly shook her head.
"We'll just have to explain it to him slowly, it's our duty as environmentalists," Kimberly answered. There was a sexy grin on her lips as she said it.
So they did! Slowly. For the next twenty-four hours. Southern girls!
Wood is biodegradable. Plastic isn't. And on and on. Sounded nuts to me but I went along with it. My cock ordered me to. That sad excuse for a piece of flesh had already forgotten the beautiful Veronica. Something about two birds in the hand was better than one off in Atlanta...
****
"You have a girlfriend don't you?" Ashley asked. I nodded. I'd just showered and was getting dressed. We'd spent something like thirty-six hours together. Naked the whole time. I was a wreck!
"Serious?" she probed.
"She's lucky," Kimberly said, then leaned into me and reached up and gave me a quick kiss.
"I'm not so sure she'd agree with that," I answered as I hugged her back.
"You're okay," the blond said wistfully.
"For a business major," her friend agreed.
We hugged. Kissed gently. I promised that I'd call. Then I turned to go.
"Hey!" I heard called when I was ten feet down the hall.
I turned back. Ashley was standing in the doorway.
"It's w w w dot succorious."
"What!"
"That's the website for the environment friendly dildos. I don't think we ever told you the address. If you want to see the manatee video..."
"Succorious? How do you spell it?" It can't be I thought.
"Their head office is in Miami," she added. What the fuck!
****
I didn't get to check out the website that Sunday night. I wanted to, wanted to badly. But unfortunately Veronica was just arriving back from her weekend away in Atlanta when I got back to my apartment. And although she was eager to immediately hop into the sack I insisted we go out and have dinner. There was no way my penis was ready for my girlfriend, especially a horny one who'd spent the weekend alone.
I wasn't very happy as we ate our pizzas and drank our beers. Or later when we were entwined in bed. Nor very proud of myself. But I went through the motions even though I knew I wasn't going to ever marry her. Or even live with her when we graduated. The past weekend had convinced me of that. But I saved telling her the bad news for another day. I had too many other things on my mind.
****
"w w w dot succorious dot com?" I asked. It was two seventeen in the morning.
"What?" I knew I'd woken Annika up. It was late Monday night.
"w w w dot succorious dot com," I repeated. I'd just spent an hour examining the site.
"Who is this?" My sister knew who it was. "It's late you idiot," she finally added after seconds of silence.
"Have you by any chance ever heard of w w w dot succorious dot com before?" I asked quietly.
"You've started your own web site? Couldn't this wonderful news have waited til morning?" She didn't hide the pout in her voice but she wasn't fooling me.
"I'm going to be home on Friday," I threatened.
"Of course you are Axel, its Spring Break," she answered.
"If, if any of my suspicions are-"
"Are you bringing that weird girl home?" my sister interrupted.
I knew she was referring to Veronica. The two hadn't exactly hit it off the one time they'd met. "She's not a weird girl," I said firmly.
"So you're bringing her?"
"She can't come this time," I answered, not willing to let my sister know that Veronica was history.
"Good," Annie answered.
"I want to talk about this succorious site," I insisted.
"You know I'm not a computer person. Talk to Bridget, she's the geek freak."
"Bridget? If you've involved Bridget in one of your schemes I'll-"
"You'll what?" Annie demanded. She didn't try to hide the challenge in her voice. Typical Annie.
"I'll, I'll-"
"I'll pick you up at the airport Friday," she said, not letting me finish my thought.
"You will?" I was suspicious.
"Then I'll tell you all about it," she promised.
"You will?"
"I love you big brother," my sister, nineteen years old and three years younger than me, said before cutting the connection.
And the rest of the night I tossed and turned, visions of my beautiful, virginal sister juxtaposed with armies of dancing dildos.
How could she possibly be selling dildos? She was a freshman at the U for crying out loud. Innocently went to Coral Gables every day to study. Or so I'd believed.
But I knew Annika definitely wasn't innocent! What the hell was mom letting her get away with I wondered as I struggled to fall asleep.
10:45 p.m., Friday, March 20th, Spring Break, Miami Beach, Florida
"Hey you," she said after we'd broken our hug. My flight from Atlanta had just landed at Miami International. As promised my sister Annika had met me. Everyone called her Annie.
"You realize I'm the only one of us whose name is still Succorious don't you?" I asked my sister once she had the car underway.
"We've decided not to discuss it tonight ... not on your first night home," sis answered sweetly. "Besides, no one knows that's your name."
"We've? Who does we've refer to?" I asked.
"All of us," she agreed.
Who else is involved I wondered as we drove towards the beach and home. Okay, she was certainly capable of talking her younger sister into something but where was mom when all this was going on. Was mom somehow involved?
"It's still the name on my passport," I protested lamely as we drove. My sister, who was capable of irritating anyone, simply ignored me.
My mother had me when she was sixteen. Rosa Bellini. A high school teen from New Jersey, the beloved daughter of an Italian/American family, a girl who'd fallen for a college exchange student from Sweden named Mats Succorious. A tall, blond guy who was studying for a masters degree in chemical engineering.
And against all odds they'd got married after mom got pregnant! Both families helped. Dad got scholarships. Mom graduated high school then started at the university. Three years later Annika was born followed a year later by the cerebral Bridget. Dad finally got his Doctorate the year mom graduated with a B.A. I was six years old. Axel Roderick Succorious.
So what happened? Why didn't we all live happily ever after?
Well, Sweden happened. Snow and cold happened. Dad's family happened. Father, with his doctorate in hand, had job offers galore. California beckoned. It beckoned mother anyway. Instead he accepted a job in Stockholm. Working for Erikson. One brutally cold winter was all it took to drive Mother back to America. And we returned with her. A trial separation was how they described it at the time.
It was an amicable divorce. Mom wanted to live in America and dad Sweden. It was as simple as that. He continued to help support us. After six months back in the States mom moved us lock, stock and barrel to South Florida. Her year in Sweden had convinced her she never wanted to live in the cold weather again.
We kids all took moms maiden name as our surname when we moved to Florida and registered for school. Annika and Bridget had their names legally changed to Bellini a couple of years later but I'd never wanted to. I was Axel Succorious -- In fact I was the only Succorious in America. Except for w w w dot succorious. Which sold wooden penises. Ones that were apparently good for the environment.
The next morning, Saturday, March 21st, Miami Beach, Florida
"We held a meeting yesterday, before you got home," my sister announced over breakfast the next morning.
"We?" I asked between spoonfuls of Rice Krispies.
"The Board of Directors of Succorious Inc.," she added. I simply raised my eyes as I waited for more.
"We've decided to take a chance and offer you the job."
"The job?"
"It was unanimous."
"Even though you don't have any experience Axel," my younger sister Bridget added.
"And do you happen to be on the board dear sister?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes, and I'm the Vice President of IT too," she answered proudly.
"At fifteen?"
"Ha... ha ... ha! Well maybe you haven't noticed Mr. University Student but I'm going to turn eighteen in less than two months. She pulled her shoulders back as she spoke.
But I actually had noticed the night before and again this morning. Little Bridget, the computer nerd/hacker, the tomboy who'd sported hoodies and always eschewed any makeup or attempts to pretty herself up, had, since the last time I'd seen her, suddenly developed some womanly properties.
Like breasts. Two of which were clearly pushing through the tight tank top she was wearing. And I was pretty sure she was braless underneath.
"Eighteen? You?" I scoffed as I surreptitiously checked her out.
"Mother is Vice President of Marketing," Annika announced.
"You are? You can't be," I implored as I looked over at my mother. "You can't be involved in one of Annika's crazy schemes? You didn't quit your job did you?"
"I'm the President and C.E.O.," my sister went on to add. That didn't surprise me.
"We need a C.F.O. You!" She pointed at my chest as she announced my title.
"Yeah right, I'm going to go to work for my little sister's dildo company."
****
Two hours later the four of us were sitting around a conference table in an office in an old cement block industrial building in Hialeah. Impossible for me to ignore was the glass fronted display case on the wall opposite which displayed, under lights, the current line of products of Succorious Inc.
Annika had just spent the previous fifteen minutes giving me a rundown on each member of the line. Size, sales figures, profit margins, type of wood used, manufacturing costs associated with each one, etc., etc.
And this from a girl who'd never shown any interest in where money came from or how you earned it in her whole life.
So what the hell was I doing there? Why was I still listening to their story? The truth was I was curious as hell to find out what was going on. And once Annie had started talking over breakfast I'd been hooked.
"We started up a year ago last September," she'd started.
"But you were still in High School," I immediately protested.
"Do you want to hear the story or not?" Annika demanded. I did. So I tried to shut up.
"It came to me when I read the story about the lesbians and the dolphins," she explained as she started again.
"Lesbians?" I hadn't been able to stop the word from escaping from my mouth.
"Don't you remember? When the lesbian party boat capsized in Biscayne Bay?" I didn't know what she was talking about and my face showed it.
"I think he was visiting Dad that summer," Bridget advised her sister.
"Oh. Well Axel, what do you imagine went into the sea along with the two hundred drunk lesbians?"
"Plastic penises?" I ventured a guess. Annika nodded yes.
"At least a thousand of them. Made of plastic. And most with batteries. And who do you think ended up eating them?" Bridget asked.
When I didn't answer immediately my mother supplied the answer. "Manatees. A whole family of them." There was a look of distaste on all their faces.
"The video's on our site, I'll show you," Bridget said as she turned her ever present laptop towards me. So I had to sit through a five minute video that showed the autopsies of the three Manatees who'd succumbed. It was disgusting.
"I had to do something, you know how much I worry about the environment Axel." No I didn't!
"I learned plastic penises are a scourge on our beautiful Earth. Floating islands of them are washing up in Antarctica, decimating the Emperor Penguins."
"It's true," Bridget said, nodding, agreeing with her sister.
So the idea was born. Environmentally friendly penile replacers as they called them. And Bridget, our family computer genius, destined for MIT or CalTech, was quickly drawn into the plot by her persuasive sister. A professional website was designed. Mother was somehow lassoed into joining them. I'm still not sure how.
So after hearing their story I'd let them lead me to the company headquarters in Hialeah. Found out that the company had been incorporated in August two thousand and seven. When I was in Sweden visiting my dad. And that twenty-five percent of the company shares had been put in my name.
"But they only vest to you after you've worked for the company five years Axel," Bridget had cautioned.
They'd sold a few thousand dildos online during the ensuing Christmas season. Crude imitations of their present line up. Every dildo sold carried the environmental message. The word quickly spread across the Internet. Facebook, My Space, YouTube, and hundreds of other smaller sites were soon spreading the message. Lesbians were mobilized. College dorms were atwitter with the news. Bridget's computer savvy ensured that blogs from Tokyo to Timbuktu were full of news of the 'succorious'.
"We plant one tree for every dildo sold," Mom said proudly.
"And ten percent of our profits go to help save the Penguins and Manatees," Bridget gushed.
The whole thing sounded pretty crazy to me but when the ladies got to the actual numbers I couldn't help but be impressed. Sales had grown exponentially during two thousand and eight and final sales results for the year, including an outstanding Xmas season, had been two hundred and ninety thousand units. At an average of about eighty-three dollars per sale.
"You sold over twenty million bucks last year?" I was flabbergasted. "And you didn't tell me?"
"I gave you a nice present at Christmas," young Bridget answered.
"We wanted you to finish school first, graduate," mom explained.
"You still have to pass your final exams if you want to work for us," Annie said. Was she teasing?
Their financial books were a mess. Which I found out after spending about five minutes with their accountant that afternoon. I chided my sister.
"Why do you think we're hiring you?" she asked. I had no answer to that.
So, by the end of that day, I'd agreed to become CFO of Succorious Inc. as of Monday, May 11th, 2009, four days after my final exam. I was so excited by the prospect that I didn't even spend any time negotiating salary and perks. What the hell, I owned a quarter of the company.
1:00 p.m. Sunday, March 22nd 2009, Miami Beach, Florida
"You're supposed to be on holiday." I looked up from the papers strewn across my desk to see Annika standing in the doorway. Mom was behind her.
"There are a million things to do," I answered. I'd been in the office since dawn going over the company's financial books.
"Not today," she insisted, "we're going to the beach."
"We are?"
"Everything's in the car," mom announced from the doorway.
"I don't have my bathing suit," I said, stalling. I'd been engrossed in the work I'd been doing. This was why I'd been studying for four years I'd realized that morning. I was happy.
"I brought it," my sister lied as she and my mother escorted me out of the office. But not before I'd stuffed a pile of paperwork into my briefcase.
****
"Where are we going?" I asked ten minutes later when I looked up and saw we weren't taking the most direct route to South Beach. In fact we seemed to be going in the opposite direction.
"We thought we'd kill two birds with one stone today," my mother answered nonchalantly.
What the fuck? "Huh?" I grunted as we drove north through Bar Harbour.
"Research ... for the company," Annika said with a grin as we crossed over Haulover Cut.
Haulover Cut? "Oh no we're not," I exclaimed as Annika turned the car into the Haulover Beach parking lot.
"I'm not getting out of the car," I announced as the car came to a stop.
"Alright, we'll see you in a couple of hours then," my mother announced.
"They're nudists, you're my mother, my sister," I yelled as they walked away from me. I rushed after them!
****
There's no reason a person should be embarrassed to be naked in front of his own mother. Heck, I'd slipped naked from her body. I was part of her.
Nor should I have been embarrassed to look upon the body that had borne me.
But I was! And I didn't know where to look as mom pulled the t-shirt over her head and then unsnapped her bra. Then let out a soft groan as she pushed her shorts and panties down her legs.
"You're staring," Annika accused. But I think she said the words so just I'd turn a little attention towards her as she unsnapped her bra. Great tits! Not as big as moms. Not as full or round. But they were outstanding I conceded to myself. So were moms. Were mom's nipples hard?
Of course I got a hard-on. Which wasn't good. What kind of pervert was I anyway I wondered. Mom had a thick, untrimmed pelt of pubic hair growing at her groin. Annika's was trimmed.
"You guys shouldn't be here," I announced seriously.
"Okay gramps," my sister replied.
"Its research Axel ... for the company. We actually found the model for 'El Toro' here," mom said. 'El Toro' was our fourth highest grossing dildo.
"Christ, what did you do? Go up and tell him you'd like to see and measure his erection?" my eyes were still flicking back and forth between mom and Annika. I also couldn't help notice all the guys within fifty yards were also checking them out.
"We're a little more subtle than that dear brother, and it's not our fault that you're too embarrassed to take off your clothes," my sister announced as she stood up and started to flounce off towards the ocean. Two hundred sets of eyes followed her cute little ass.
"I'm not-" I started but then stopped as I saw neighboring eyes turn towards me.
"I'm not embarrassed," I said softly to my mother, "it's just that you're family ... I mean its ..."
"You work for the company now Axel," my mom chastened and then she too stood up and walked down to the water.
I watched them for minutes as they stood knee deep in the gently lapping waves. Men approached them. Cocks flapping! I watched my mom and my younger sister as they talked to these horny bastards, guys I knew who would just love to throw them down on the sand and ravage them.
I checked repeatedly to make sure none of these nudist Romeos got a hard-on. I knew that if just one of them did I'd be on top of them in a second.
Meanwhile my penis softened. I felt him as he slowly reduced the bulge he'd been making in my shorts. Should I take them off I asked myself. I quickly glanced over at mom and Annie. They weren't looking my way. Why not? A button. Then my zipper. Looked up again to see in anyone was watching. No one. I quickly pushed my shorts and underwear down my legs. Looked around again as my penis lifted his head and looked around.
"Do not get hard!" I ordered my penis. Unfortunately I said the words aloud. A girl ten yards to my right looked up and giggled.
Then I felt it! Knew I couldn't stop it. Should I cover him up? Or run for the water? I asked myself silently. A second later I was moving toward the ocean! Quickly. And just as my feet splashed into the surf I heard my sister's, "Look, it's Axel," echo loudly across the water.
Mom and Annie of course immediately waded over to join me.
"Well, well," she started when she'd got over to me, "you know, maybe we got lucky again today mom."
"Don't say a word," I hissed back.
"It's definitely nicer than 'El Toro'," Annie continued.
"Don't tease your brother," mom told her daughter but both of them had big grins on their faces.
"And much bigger." I was quickly approaching full erection. "And getting even bigger," she added, then whistled.
"A girl your age shouldn't be allowed to see one of these," I answered. There was no way I was going to let her run over me. My cock was continuing to grow. I turned so that those on shore couldn't see anything and then took a step into deeper water. Fully hard now my cockhead just broke through the surface.
"We could call it 'Count Axel Rod'. The Swedish Sausage." My mother started to laugh at her daughters words.
"Annie!" I warned even as I realized I was loving the attention. And the 'Count' was too.
"And since he's an employee we wouldn't have to pay any royalties."
"Ha, ha. You don't pay any royalties now." I'd actually checked when I'd been in the office that morning and knew now that the world's greatest golfer had absolutely nothing to do with 'Tiger Woody'.
"You know Axel, we have a Professor of Biomechanics that measures them for us," my sister explained.
"You do?"
"Uh huh. At the U. They developed a special MRI laser box thing for us." The water was lapping against her trimmed pussy as the waves hit us. My cock was silently watching.
"They use a laser on someone's penis?" Just the thought made him shrivel a bit.
"It's completely safe Axel."
"I'll bet! God, no ones ever going to put mine in an MRI laser," I promised.
"Just think, you could be a best seller," my sister said as she glanced downward. "Is his as big as dad's was?" Annie asked mom.
"Bigger," my mother answered as she continued to watch my bobbing cockhead.
Thursday, March 26th, School of Engineering, U of M, Coral Gables
"I'm Doctor Armstrong," the woman, her hand outstretched, said when Annika and I were escorted into the office. It had taken my sister just three days to convince me into having my cock measured.
"This is my brother Axel," my sister answered as I shook hands with the woman who had a PhD in biomechanical engineering. She also just happened to be a stunner.
"But you're a woman-" I started, my surprise evident as the blush spread across my face.
"Women can be scientists too Mr. Business Major," my sister scolded, a wide grin on her lips. She certainly hadn't warned me that the person who was going to supervise the imaging of my penis was drop dead gorgeous.
But the scientist was as surprised as I was. The tone of her answering, "Your brother?" announced her incredulity.
"Axel feels he might be capable of being one of our subjects." She lifted her eyebrows as she spoke, clearly indicating she thought I was crazy. "Mom and I decided to humor him." Again a raising of her eyes.
I said nothing. I decided to leave it for later to get back at her. The Doctor looked confused, clearly not sure if some joke was being played. And if so on who.
Still, five minutes later Annie had been exiled to the waiting room and I'd been led to the Doctors lab. "Are you really her brother?" were the first words she asked when we found ourselves alone.
"Apparently," I answered, but then added, "mind you we've never tested Annie's DNA." Words which broke the ice and brought a grin to the Doc's lips.
The Doc however wasn't much for small talk and once we were in her lab she quickly started explaining the procedure. "Please remove your pants Mr. Succorious," she asked as soon as she'd given me the barest outline of the procedure.
"Oh my," the beautiful scientist gasped when I pushed my pants and boxers down my thighs. My freed cock bounced angrily up against my stomach. Noticing she added, "Well it certainly doesn't look like you're going to need any chemical help in achieving an erection."
"Do your subjects normally need help?" I asked innocently, suddenly enjoying myself. There was something in the young, married scientist's eyes that announced she wasn't the cold, calculating scientist of science fiction movies.
"You'll have to maintain the erection for some fifteen minutes," she cautioned. I nodded. "I'll show you the imaging room now." I followed her as she led me across the room. "I'll monitor the test from here," she said as we passed a desk laden with computer screens and facing a window that looked into a small room.
"This is our penis imaging machine, I designed it myself," the scientist announced proudly once we were in the other room.
"It goes where?" I asked. "You're sure it's safe?" I didn't like the look of the gizmo she was leading me toward. A large number of wires were running out of the box that was approximately six inches by six inches by about fifteen inches long. It looked like something a twelve year old might have made in his garage for some high school science project.
"Your penis goes through this hole ... your testicular sack also," she directed.
"But-"
"Don't be nervous," she said sweetly.
It's not your penis I thought. "In here?" I asked when I'd approached the machine and pointed to a three inch diameter opening.
"Let me lift the top off first," she said, then I watched as she removed the shiny stainless steel cover.
"I don't think-" I started as I tried to back up from the wire filled contraption she'd exposed.
"Its fine Axel, I promise you," she good Doctor enticed, then she grabbed my throbbing penis and pulled me toward the open box. I watched silently as she placed my cock on a plate of glass that bisected the space.
"Jesus," I whimpered when she fastened two Velcro straps around it. Then she tucked my balls into a circular space specially designed for them and then reattached the top.
"It won't hurt, I promise," she reassured as she backed away from me. "and if you feel you're losing your erection call me and I'll come in and give you a shot."
"A shot of what?" But she was already through the door which she then firmly shut. What am I fucking doing I asked myself as I watched the doctor through the glass. A second later the machine started to hum ominously.
****
But it turned out not to be that bad. That is after the absolute terror had passed. I even started to enjoy myself. I checked out the good doctor through the glass as she played around with various dials and stuff. Then I decided to have a little fun!
"I'm losing it ... my erection," I said aloud into the empty room. I'd put just a touch of panic into my voice.
"It looks fine on the computer Axel," the doc spoke into the microphone on her desk, then looked up and asked, "Would you like me to give you an injection?" I watched as she help up a wicked looking syringe.
"What about if you-" I let my voice trail away.
"If I what?" she asked as she pushed the plunger on the syringe partly down to test it. A stream of whatever was in it arced out across the room.
"I'm not having you put that in me," I promised.
"It won't hurt." There was a plea in her voice. She clearly didn't want her test ruined.
"What if you just took off your top," I suggested.
"The needle will work immediately," she answered.
"So will your breasts," I offered back.
"I'm married."
"It's for science doctor. For the environment." I was both teasing and challenging her. She knew it was a game, that I was playing with her, but I could also see that she was amused.
I wondered later why'd she done it? Why she calmly unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse and then slipped her lacy demi bra off what proved to be one of the most magnificent racks I'd ever seen. Maybe just to bring a little fun into a dull day I guessed. Her eyes sought out mine as her nipples hardened, I think daring me to look down. I did. She smiled. The test went on.
****
Five minutes later she announced as she stood, "The test is over Axel. You passed with flying colors." Then she came into the little lab and released my penis from its restraints. She hadn't bothered to cover her breasts.
"Everything worked?" I asked.
"Uh huh. C'mon, I'll show you," she said as she led me over to the bank of screens that sat on her desk. On the middle screen, in color, my penis floated in a three dimensional view. "I can look at it from any angle," she said as she rotated it on the screen.
"What's that?" I asked as I pointed at a table of numbers that appeared in the corner of the screen.
"Your overall dimensions. And this screen can show a cross section of any part of your penis," she said as she touched the screen to her left. Fucking weird I thought. "The computer can now write the program for the computer driven lathes that will make the wooden dildos."
"CAD/CAM?"
She nodded yes and then added, "And if the field trials show any problems with your penis I can adjust the penis program with just a few turns of my cursor."
"Why? Do you think something's wrong with it?"
"And I can also compare you to other Succorious products on this screen," she added as she ignored my question. She then pushed a button and two penises appeared on the screen. "That's 'Tiger Woody' and you."
"Don't let it touch mine," I said as she moved a cursor and the two penises seemed to merge together. It was disgusting. I looked over her shoulder as she continued to manipulate the dueling cocks.
"Yours is bigger," she said after she'd manipulated them so that 'Tiger Woody' was completely engulfed by mine.
"Of course it is!" I whispered in her ear, then circled her body with my arms and grasped her breasts from behind.
"What are you doing? We can't," she moaned as I pushed my hardness against her bum.
"Maybe we could start the field trials now?"
"Your sisters waiting."
"It'll be good for her, she's got to learn patience," I said as I grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it.
"I'm married," she protested.
"We've all got to do our part for the environment Doctor Armstrong," I said as I pushed her panties aside and pushed my penis inside her. She was wet and ready.
The lab was soundproof. Which was good given that Doctor Armstrong was very, very noisy.
****
"What took you so long?" Annika asked when we finally returned to the waiting room and found her pacing.
"There was a little problem with the machine," the good doctor lied. My cum was oozing down her thighs.
"You didn't hurt it or anything did you?" there was real concern for her brother in my sister's voice.
"It's perfect," the doctor announced. Then she winked at me.
12:15 a.m. Thursday, April 16th, my apartment, Athens, Georgia
I'd just settled myself into my bed (I was alone) when my cell phone chirped. What now I wondered as stretched out and grabbed the phone from the bedside table. Our family number glowed brightly when I glanced at the screen. It was twelve fifteen at night. I was naked. I'd spent the whole day studying for my finals. I'd been back at school for three weeks.
"Hi you," was sung into my ear in response to my gruff 'hello'. It was Annika. I was surprised at how happy I was to hear her voice.
"Annie?"
"Duh," she answered.
"Its late, I've got to get up early, I've got an exam," I complained.
She ignored my complaint. "Did you get the package?"
"Yes," I answered after considering whether I'd be smarter to deny having got it.
"So?"
"So I got it," I admitted.
"Do you like it?"
"It's a piece of wood for crying out loud."
"Did you check it out? It's made from mahogany. Compare it to yours?"
"No," I denied even though I had earlier in the evening.
"Liar," my sister said with a laugh, then added, "We didn't change it at all. We didn't have to."
"Of course you didn't, its perfect," I said gruffly.
"We sent it out for field testing yesterday."
"Field testing?" I asked.
"Uh huh. You didn't think we'd start selling it to the public before it had been put through rigorous field trials did you?"
"Well..." I said as I stared at the long, thin box that had come FedEx that morning. I reached over and lifted the wooden cock from the bubble paper that protected it.
"There are fifty women in our customer panel, they'll use it every night for seven nights and then report back each morning by computer," my sister explained.
"Fifty women?" I asked as I held the dildo up against my suddenly hardening cock. Fifty woman pushed me inside themselves last night? "Who are they?"
"From all walks of live. All sizes. All races. All religions. Even some lesbians."
"Lesbians?"
"Plus two other people," Annie added.
"Plus two? Who?"
"Well, the two senior executives of the company have to approve it too."
"They do?" The two senior executives of the company were my sister and mother!
"Yup."
"You're my sister ... you shouldn't," I said softly. My cock was now huge in my hand. Unconsciously I started to stroke it.
"It's just a piece of wood," my sister answered.
"Still -"
"It was better than 'Tiger Woody' ... or the Terminator. Or El.-"
"It was?"
"I came," my little sister said.
"You did?"
"I'm going to use it again tonight."
Jesus H Christ! "You shouldn't! It's wrong, so wrong," I told her.
"I'm pushing it in now Axel. I'm putting 'Count Axel Rod' in me. I'm in bed ... naked ... on my back," she purred in a sexual tone I'd never heard in her voice before.
"Don't!" I ordered. My cock was as harder that it ever had been.
"It's big ... so big. It's heads inside me now. It almost hurts. Nice hurt Axel," she moaned.
"Please don't," I begged.
"Fuck me Axel, fuck me hard," my sister panted down the line. "Fuck me with your big, big cock," she pled.
For five minutes I listened to the groans and cries that echoed around my sister's room.
"Did you cum?" she asked me in a soft, little girl's voice after I'd heard her orgasm.
"Are you crazy?" I demanded. My sperm was splattered across my thighs and stomach.
"I love you," Annika said and then hung up the phone before I could tell her that I loved her too.
****
The next morning I called Ashley and Kimberly. Asked them if they'd like to go out that night.
"Why don't we just stay home," little Ash replied. So we did! I brought them a present. 'The Count'!
They were delighted. "Does this mean we won the contest?" Ashley asked her pal.
"I wonder what the prize is?" Kimberly replied.
Monday, May 11th 2009, Miami Beach, Florida
"Hi," I heard whispered from my doorway.
"Annie?" I was in bed. I'd just finished my first day as V.P. Finance of Succorious Inc. It had been a pretty good day.
"I wanted to show you."
"Show me what? Something from work?" I asked even as I felt my sister pull the sheet off my body.
"How our products are used in the real world," Annie answered as she turned on the bedside lamp.
"You're naked," I stammered out as my eyes roved over her curves.
"You are too," she accused with a smile as she pointed at my body with the piece of wood she was holding in her hand. The 'Count'!
"Is that-"
"Uh huh," she agreed as she waved the wood penis at me.
"You shouldn't be here," I tried to insist.
"I want you to watch," my sister purred as she climbed up on my bed.
"Watch?"
"And maybe help."
"Help?"
"It's best when I'm on my back ... like this," Annika said as she lay back on my bed next to me. "I spread my legs like this ... then pull my feet in towards my bum so that my knees are pointing up in the air ... like this. It opens me."
"You shouldn't ... not here," I told her as my eyes zoomed in on the engorged lips of her pussy. She'd shaved since the last time I'd seen her naked. There wasn't a hair left on her now bald mound.
"I like to rub it up and down to start, like this," she said as she slowly moved the wooden penis over her slit. My cock was huge!
"Then I like to tease myself a bit ... push it so the big head spreads me but doesn't quite go all the way in." My palm closed around my cock.
"Then I push it so that your cockhead is totally inside me ... my pussy closes behind it ... it's big Axel," my little sister panted.
"It's not my cockhead," I protested.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked. I watched as she pushed more of the dildo inside.
"No!"
"Help me, please help me Axel," Annika suddenly begged. Her hips were raised six inches of the mattress as she raised herself to meet the penis she was feeding inside herself.
"Help you? How?"
"I want you to do it," she said as her free hand grabbed mine and led it to the pole that was sticking out of her.
"Do what?' I asked as I closed my palm around the dildo.
"Make me come." It was almost an order. Tentatively I pushed the wooden penis deeper.
"Harder," she begged, then a second later felt her hand find my penis.
"Like this?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she groaned.
We stroked each other in unison. Faster and faster. My sister was masturbating me. "It's wrong," I muttered as I continued to push the dildo in and out of her.
"STOP!" It was an order. I released her even as she released me.
"But-"
But then she rolled on top of me and I was inside her before I knew what was happening. There was no thinking of consequences as I rolled her over onto her back and thrust every inch of my cock into her pussy. We were both far to gone to think about anything but our needs.
Nothing could have stopped us.
It was a hard urgent fuck that ended with her ankles on my shoulders and my throbbing penis bucking out strand after strand of hot cum.
Then we did it a second time. And a third. She lay in my arms when we'd finally finished. Crying. But I knew they were tears of happiness.
"I've got to go," she finally announced.
"I love you," I whispered.
"Am I better than Veronica?" Her habitual tease was back in her voice.
"Who?" I asked.
"Good." She rose from my bed smiling. We both knew a pact had been made. A pact we'd both always honor. But she still had a surprise for me.
"Mommy wants you too." Annie was standing by the door looking back at me.
"Mommy?"
"Tomorrow. But you have to go to her. She'll never come to you. Tomorrow night."
"But-"
"She's got the 'Count' inside her right now. She'll need more."
"I can't," I whispered across the dark room.
"You have to," my sister said and then she was gone.
The next night, Tuesday May 12th, Miami Beach, Florida
Of course I didn't get much work done the next day. It was impossible not to consider the implications of the night I'd spent with my sister. The night that I knew would only be the first of many.
And when I wasn't thinking about Annie my thoughts turned to mom. My mother! And even as I promised myself I'd never do it I couldn't help but realize I wanted her. Wanted to fuck her. But I wasn't going to. I promised myself.
So why, at eleven forty-five that night did I find myself shaving? Why had I showered and then combed my hair? I never do those things at night. And why, when I finally left the bathroom, did I turn left and not right which was the way to my room? Only mom's room was to the left.
And why was my cock hard?
I heard a small groan just as I had her door halfway open. "Mom?" I whispered through the darkness.
"Axel!" There was both surprise and fear in her voice. "Not now honey," she added as I entered. I flicked the light switch.
"Don't!" She pled.
But it was too late. She was on her back, seemingly attached to the bed by the spear that was splitting her.
"We can't!" She groaned out the words as I pulled the wooden 'Count' from between her legs. But it was her fingers that directed the real 'Count' into her pussy. It was her fingers that squeezed the base of my cock as I thrust. It was her legs that curled around my back and made sure I couldn't change my mind.
Was it better than with Annie? Or worse? They simply couldn't be compared. Both were perfect in there own way. Better than anything I'd ever experienced before. I loved them both.
What did it feel like to pump my sperm into my mother? To finally take the place of the father who'd left us so many years before.
"You're different than your daddy," she said as we lay entwined after my second ejaculation.
I shouldn't have cared. What did it matter I told myself as I waited for her to go on. But it did.
"Better," she finally whispered into my ear.
"I love you," I answered.
"Much better, better than anyone I've ever been with," she insisted as her fingers circled my penis.
"So are you and Annie," I promised back. My mother took me into her mouth. All of me! Swallowed my creamy emission.
Then she lay back and encouraged me to put my cock between her tits. To fuck them.
I spent the night in my mother's bed. When I'd attempted to leave late in the night she'd held me. "Don't go," she'd said as she wrapped her arms around me.
"But Annie, Bridget, they'll know," I tried to warn.
"They already know," my mother answered as she again directed my penis inside herself.
"They do?" I asked.
"Don't talk Axel," my mother ordered, then covered my lips with hers.
It's the most wonderful thing in the world to wake up intertwined with someone you love. To know that there'll be a thousand more mornings like this. And then another thousand. To stand naked in a cramped shower and soap the body of the person you love.
Annie was sitting at the kitchen table when mom and I arrived downstairs just after eight. Without a word she rose and embraced her mother. Then me. With a lovers embrace.
"Where's Bridget," I asked after we'd finally broken apart.
"She just left for school," Annie replied. Then she looked at me quizzickly.
"What?" I asked.
"You didn't forget did you?"
"Forget what?"
"Whose birthday it is today?"
"Shee-it!" I had!
"You forgot?" mom asked.
"I'll get her something at lunch. Some computer thing. Do you know what she wants?" I asked my sister.
"Uh huh," she answered enigmatically.
"And could you give me a hint?" I encouraged when she didn't add anything else.
"She's a virgin."
"She is?" Bridget's a virgin? I didn't think such a thing existed these days. "But what about-"
"She's a virgin Axel," Annie repeated. "With her hymen still intact."
"She's never used 'Tiger Woody' or 'El Toro'? Or the 'Zebra'?"
"She was only seventeen until today you jerk," my sister rebuked. I tried to think back to when I was seventeen.
"How do you know she's a virgin?" I challenged.
"I went and wished her happy birthday last night. At midnight. We talked."
"Oh."
"And she told me what she wants for her birthday."
"She did? Well what is it? I can't buy it for her if I don't know what it is." Crikey, why do women always try to make life complicated?
"You just have to show up."
"Show up where?"
"At her birthday party tonight of course."
"But what do I bring her?"
"Duh," she said with a grin, then glanced quickly down at my groin. Then she turned and looked at her mother. Then they both smiled at me knowingly.
"Bridget too?"
THE END
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