The new girl

meant also getting close to what was above it — and I wasn't real wild about that idea, regardless of my acceptance of it otherwise.

It took a minute or so for me to work through all of that (and looking them over in the process) before I told them 'Okay, I'll do it.'

I could see that my agreement was met with a mix of emotions: relief that they hadn't exposed themselves to me for nothing, happy that they'd get to find out what they wanted to know, apprehension about (almost literally) opening themselves up to my exam, and nervousness (which I also felt) about the situation and what would happen.

Since they'd had me come into Evas bedroom, I figured that was where they wanted it to happen; with them already naked, there wasn't anything for me to do but take my own clothes off — a simple matter of slipping of my sandals, pulling off my T-shirt, and slipping down my walking- and under-shorts. I managed to quash the impulse to cover my cock and balls, choosing instead to simply stand there with my hands at my sides as I asked 'Where and how do you want me?'

'Lay down crosswise on my bed, about halfway', Eva told me, with Charlene adding 'If… if you could kind of lay with your knees at the edge and, um, open your legs, it would be better, too.'

Without saying a word, I walked the few steps to where Sis' bed was and got myself arranged as requested. It didn't take but a single look at them to realize that paying any obvious attention to what they were going to do would pretty much mess things up, I simply put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. To my surprise, it helped me relax a little bit, too. A few moments later, I felt as they joined me (though they were careful not to make any contact).

For the first few minutes, all that happened was that I heard a fair amount of whispering back and forth between the two of them as I felt them move around a little bit. I was starting to wonder if all they were going to do was talk when I felt a cool pair of fingers gently grip my flaccid penis and lift it up.

Without opening my eyes, I quietly told them 'You don't have to be that careful about touching me. As long as you don't squeeze my balls, I mean my testicles, too hard, it's okay.'

The grip on my penis got marginally firmer, but that was all the response I got.

Over the next little while, I felt my cock and balls being moved around in different ways by two different hands as Eva and Charlene asked questions and got familiar and comfortable with the male reproductive anatomy; the way they were going about it was enough to keep me from getting fully erect, though I did get as far as semi- erect under their touch. The amount of movement had tapered off when Charlene hesitantly said 'We… we'd like to see it when you're, uh, hard, too. Can you do that?'

Again keeping my eyes closed, I answered 'Not by myself — not like this. But if you want to help me, it'll happen.'

'What do we need to do?', Eva wanted to know.

That question had me spending the next few minutes talking them through the process of how to start masturbating me. When they began to get the desired results, I caution them about what could happen

— both if they took it all the way to the end, and how it would feel for me if they went too far without finishing things. Both expressed their understanding, and I left them to it; what they were doing wasn't painful, but it wasn't particularly stimulating, either. As they went along, their questions gradually became more and more direct and explicit: 'What happens when you have a climax?', 'How can you tell when you're getting ready to squirt your stuff?', 'How long can you stay hard?', 'How many climaxes can you have?', and so on. I answered as best I could (knowing that they could see me blushing at times), and tried to correct any mistakes they made or misinformation they had. A few times, it was necessary to give them a somewhat lengthy explanation to make sure they understood what I was telling them.

While all of that was happening, they were also asking me if they were doing things right, what else they could do, and such. They seemed to pay attention to the feedback I gave them, because their handjob skills slowly but steadily improved. They got good enough at pleasing me, in fact, that I found it prudent to tell them 'What you're doing feels real good, now. But if you keep going and don't let me finish, it's going to be really uncomfortable for me, like I told you. It's what us guys call 'blue balls', when we get aroused like this for too long and don't have a climax.'

The only response that comment/reminder drew from them was a simple 'Okay' from Eva; neither one of them stopped what they were doing (or even slowed down, that I could notice). I could only conclude that I was destined to either receive my first-ever handjob from my sister and her friend, or one Hell of a set of aching balls. I was hoping and praying that it was going to be the first of those two choices.

I couldn't resist cracking my eyes open a little, and saw that both my sister and Charlene were absolutely fascinated with my erect cock. One of them would slowly and softly stroke me while the other gently caressed my balls, then they'd swap for a little while before changing back again. It was an exquisite kind of torture to have them slowly and steadily move me closer and closer to cumming. I could also see that there were two pairs of very erect nipples to testify to the fact that they were enjoying what they were doing, too. While keeping my eyes narrowed to mere slits, I took a slow, deep breath — and realized that there was a distinct aroma in the air; young and inexperienced as I was, it took a few moments for me to realize that it was coming from Eva and Charlene… and what it must be.

That understanding got me even more aroused until I saw the end of Charlene's miniature penis sticking up. I nearly lost my thrill at that point until I remembered what Charlene had said about her arousal affecting both sets of her genitalia and that it had never gotten completely hard before; I figured that if that was the first time her penis had ever stood up like that, then it had to mean that she was far more excited than she'd ever been.

Knowing that Charlene was that aroused, it seemed likely that Eva was pretty worked up, too The idea that my own sister was getting hot from playing with my dick got into my head, and it was less than a minute later that I had to tell them 'I'm going to cum!'

Whichever one of them had her hand on my erection didn't slack off in the slightest, and only a few more seconds passed before I was trying to coat the ceiling in Evas room with my semen. I didn't actually spray my cum that far, but from the gasps I heard from both of them, I can only figure I made a damn good job of trying.

My cock was pointed nearly straight up, so the first was of my jizz landed just a little below my navel; the ones after that hit progressively closer to the source. The last couple of spurts simply leaked out the end and coated my slowly-shrinking penis and the soft hand that continued to stroke me. Only then did I open my eyes and look down to see that it had been Charlene that had finished me off to Sis' rapt attention. I realized that neither of them was paying the slightest attention to the rest of me when I saw Eva, then Charlene, reach out and collect a blob of my cum on the end of one finger. Both ran it between thumb and finger to check its feel and consistency before hesitantly touching a tongue to it.

Charlene appeared to be fairly indifferent to the experience, but I could see that Eva found the taste of semen to be more than a little pleasant. Only when they heard me take a breath in preparation for talking to them did they turn their heads toward mine, blushing furiously. Taking pity on them, I pretended that I hadn't seen what they'd done and simply told them 'That felt really good… what both of you were doing. I want to make you two feel like that, too, when it's my turn.'

Each of them looked pleased at my assurance, and both eager and intrigued by my expressed desire please them. After several seconds, it was Charlene that asked 'Does… does your stuff always shoot out like that? That hard, I mean?'

'Not usually. That time, it was stronger than most because of how good you were making me feel and how excited I was', I answered.

Then Eva wanted to know 'Is there always that much of your juice?'

After looking down to where it was puddling on my belly first, I told her 'If it's the first time I've had a climax for a while, yeah, pretty close. If I had another one tonight, it wouldn't be as much or as thick as this time — a guy's body only holds so much of it, and it takes a while for him to make more of it, too.'

Eva followed her question with another: 'Um… how long would it take before you could climax again?'

From the expression on her face and the tone she used, I knew she wanted me to cum again, and I somehow managed to keep myself from smiling as I answered 'If I just waited, I'd probably start to get hard again in an hour or two.' To the forlorn expression she started to get, I continued 'But if something was to happen to help me, it could be anywhere from fifteen or twenty minutes to half an hour before I