At Home Nudism With Sisters

[NudeBaG]

The rest of Dathon’s day is pretty uneventful, much to his surprise.
Other than passing in the hall or through the kitchen and livingroom, Dathon’s sisters give him his space.
After lunch, Dathon goes to the bathroom.
As he stands at the sink, washing his hands, he takes in the sight of his hairless genitals.
Being flaccid, he really does look like a boy at least a couple years younger than his 13!
Dathon turns to the side to look at his junk in profile.
His penis dangles over his balls, slightly resting and curving to the right.
When he gets hard, it straightens out at least.
Dathon gently pinches beneath the head of his penis and tugs, stretching it out to it’s fully erect length.
He marvels at how skinny the shaft gets as it stretches.
He gently caresses the new, smooth skin along the base of his genitals.
He releases and his penis flops back down and retracts.
He feels ‘that’ feeling in his gut.
His penis twitches.
“Crap! No no no!” He whispers to his rising member.
But the reaction has started.
His touch on his hyper-sensitive shaven skin was the cause.
Dathon’s penis soon stiffens into a full erection.
The smooth flesh of the shaft and mushroom head stretches thin as his penis reaches full rigidity.
Dathon looks at the bathroom door.
He remembers Marnie and Debra’s rules.
For whatever reason, an act that Dathon normally would (and has) carried out in the privacy of his own room AND the bathroom he currently resides in, doesn’t even occur to him.
Dathon cups his hands over his genitals and carefully exits the bathroom.

He makes his way upstairs to the bedrooms.
Jill and Millie’s door is cracked, and he hears them playing.
He does NOT want to be caught with an erection by them!
He quickly, silently hops passed their door, still cupping his hands over his genitals.
He passes his room next, going straight to Marnie’s door.
He can hear Debra on her phone in her own room, across the hall laughing loudly.
He gently knocks on Marnie’s door.
He hears her bed creak, then, a moment later she opens her door.
“Oh! Dathe?” She asks, concern in her voice.
“Um, hey. You said I needed to come to you or Deb if I-“ Dathon shivers.
He un-cups his hands to the sides.
“Oh!” Marnie gasps as she sees Dathon’s bare, erect penis pointing up at her.
“Hmhmhm!” She can’t help but chuckle.
She opens her door and steps aside.
Dathon hurriedly enters and she closes it behind her.
She admires Dathon from behind as he timidly looks around her room.
He has his hands cupped over his genitals again.
Marnie walks around him and sits on her bed.
“So. You got an erection?” She asks sweetly, looking at his hands.
“Um, yeah.” Dathon shivers as he moves his hands to his sides.
Marnie’s grin widens.
Dathon is erect, alright.
It’s amazing how much the removal of those few pubes makes it stand out.
“Did Millie or Jill see you?” She asks, feigning authority.
Dathon shakes his head.
“No! I came straight to you.” Dathon nods, almost like an obedient puppy.
Marnie can’t help but smile now.
“Good job, Dathon.” She says sweetly.
Dathon relaxes, standing a bit taller at the praise.
Marnie pats the bed next to her.
Dathon nervously steps closer and sits down, leaning back on his elbows.
“Um, have you got tissue?” He asks.
“Huh?” Marnie asks, momentarily forgetting Dathon’s reason for coming to her.
“Oh! Yeah.” Marnie nods at her bedside table.
Dathon leans over to take some.
“After.” Marnie says quickly.
“Huh?” Dathon asks.
“After. We’ll wipe you up after.” Marnie moves to sit on the bed next to him.
Dathon lays back.
He gently pinches his penis and begins tugging.
No preamble, no hesitation.
Dathon begins tugging rapidly, racing to complete his humiliating act.
“Dathe, Dathe!” Marnie reaches over and grabs his wrist.
“Huh?!” Dathon gasps.
“Easy. Don’t hurt yourself.” Marnie remarks.
It did appear he was being more aggressive than in the bathroom.
Marnie can’t help herself.
She wants more of a show, this time.
Or is this how Dathon normally does it?
Jeez!
The poor boy is at risk of skinning his penis!
“But I need to-“ Dathon starts.
“Do you usually go that fast?” Marnie asks.
“Well, no. But-“ Dathon looks at his stiff penis in his fingertips.
Marnie’s curiosity is now piqued.
She gently rubs Dathon’s forearm.
“Just do it like you normally do. No need to rush. I’m not busy.” Marnie smiles sweetly.
She moves her hand away and leans back next to Dathon.
“Go on.” She nods, still smiling.
Inside, Marnie is going crazy!
Did she really just convince her brother to jerk-off for her, SLOWLY?!
Dathon hesitates for a moment.
Marnie is staring!
Dathon feels his penis twitch.
He just wants this to be over!
It’s humiliating!
Dathon begins slowly moving his fingers along his shaft, moving the skin over the sensitive spot on the underside of his penis, just below the head.
It takes everything he has to not move faster!
Dathon is surprised though.
He hasn’t masturbated slowly since before he could cum!
The tightening tickle is building!
Marnie moves her hand away from Dathon’s forearm as he settles into a rythm.
Dathon begins moving his fingers like normal.
He feels his penis twitch and tense.
He looks at Marnie.
Her eyes are locked on his fingers on his penis.
Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes slightly glassy.
“Mmmmmm.” He moans, unintentionally.
Marnie looks at him and smiles slightly.
He trembles.
“Marn?” Dathon asks. “C-Can you look away?”
“Huh?” Marnie almost grunts.
“It’s just, you’re staring. It feels-.” Dathon can’t voice the strange feeling.
It’s humiliating and embarassing, but also incredibly arousing.
“Sorry, Dathe. If you want to do this, Deb or I need to watch, you know that.” Marnie reminds him.
He sighs and closes his eyes, continuing.
After several slow tugs,
“Does it feel different?” She asks.
“Huh?” Dathon asks, dumbly.
“Not having hair. Does it feel different now?” Marnie asks.
“Oh.” Dathon shifts his grip as he feels the butt of his hand rest against his groin.
He looks down.
He normally would feel those few ‘whisps’ tickle his palm, but now, he feels the soft, smooth, sensitive skin of his groin.
“Um, a bit? Maybe?” Dathon mumbles.
He goes back to slowly tugging.
Seeing Dathon’s penis in his fingers, Marnie can better guage the size it.
It definitely isn’t ‘big’, but it isn’t small either.
Marnie struggles in her mind for the right word.
‘Nice’?
‘Pleasant’?
‘Adequate’?
‘Proportionate’?
Marnie can’t help herself.
She slides her hand along Dathon’s hip and gently rubs the smooth skin of his groin.
Her fingertips rub the skin at the base of Dathon’s penis and side of his balls where those few whisps of hair HAD been.
“Uuuuugh!” Dathon shivers and groans dumbly.
Marnie touching so close to his penis is too much!
Despite not tugging as fast as usual, Dathon ejaculates.
A small ‘splurt’ of cum shoots onto his stomach.
“Mmmmmmm.” He moans as he tugs, extending the sensation of orgasm.
“Oh!” Marnie gasps, pausing her caress.
Is it always this quick?
She muses to herself.
She wishes she could watch him longer.
Dathon convulses a bit, then, relaxes.
He takes several deep breaths as he holds his twitching penis upwards.
Dathon has his eyes closed as he catches his breath.
Marnie looks at the splatter of his little cum shot as it spreads on his stomach.
She turns and picks up the box of tissues.
She plucks a few as Dathon props himself up.
Before Dathon can sit up and take the tissue from Marnie, she begins dabbing and wiping Dathon’s stomach!
“Oh!” He gasps.
“Hold still.” Marnie instructs.
Dathon freezes, like a deer in headlights.
Marnie dabs and wipes all the way down to Dathon’s shrinking penis.
She gently pinches it between her thumb, index and middle finger, much like how Dathon grips it when masturbating.
“Ah!” Dathon yelps as fingers that aren’t his touch his penis intimately!
She dabs the tissue on the head and pulls it away.
“All done! Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles as she continues holding Dathon’s flaccid penis in her fingers!
Several seconds go by.
“M-Marnie?” Dathon whispers, eyes wide.
Marnie snaps out of it as she realizes what she’s doing!
“Oh! Dathe! I’m sorry! Whoa!” Marnie quickly lets go, gets up and walks over to her waste basket and tosses the tissue.
She turns back to see Dathan sitting on the side of the bed, cupping his hands over his crotch.
“Um, right. All set?” She asks, her voice trembling a bit.
“Mhm.” Dathon stands abruptly, keeping his hands in place.
His body has turned several shades of pink.
Marnie steps up to him.
“No more mess? Let’s see.” She instructs, gently pushing Dathon’s hands apart.
“Mmmmmm.” Dathon grumbles.
Marnie smirks as she looks down at Dathon’s limp penis.
She gently pinches it once more and lifts it, examining it.
Dathon moves away, again shocked by the intimacy of the touch.
Marnie steps forward and gently places her hands on Dathon’s shoulders.
“You did good to come to me, Dathe.” She speaks in a way one would use to praise a child.
Dathon stands, timid and embarassed.
“Come on Dathe. Go be a proud nudist! Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles, placing her fists on her hips and puffing up in confidence.
“R-Right.” Dathon reaches down and absentmindedly gives his limp penis a few tugs.
“Dathon!” Marnie scolds, but smirks.
Marnie’s lips twitch at an intrusive thought.
She’d just touched Dathan’s penis when it was limp, why hadn’t she touched it when it was hard?!
“Dathon, remember to come to me if you get stiff again. Right?”
She asks.
Dathon blushes and nods aggressively.
“Good.” Marnie smiles.

Approaching late afternoon, Dathon spends most of his time alone, enjoying the tv shows he’ll miss once school begins.
In their room, Jill and Millie play the 2nd hand SNES on a crappy little tv that still supports AV, passed down through the family for generations.
The girls have been doing their absolute best to follow their mother and older sister’s instructions to give Dathon his space, but knowing there’s a naked boy they can look at somewhere in the house is proving to be a temptation too great to ignore.
Jill has always looked up to Dathon.
He used to wrestle with her, roughhouse.
Jill thinks about the last time they wrestled in the living room.
All the ‘special moves’’ Dathon would get her in.
Jill had been at the age of full-on play mode taking over, and Dathon had been the age she was now.
After Dathon would pin her, he would tickle her until her sides hurt.
Jill imagines Dathon being naked back then, and how much fun it would be!
She feels a strange ‘tingle’ in her privates.
Jill sets her controller down, and smiles fondly.
She turns to Millie.
“Wanna go wrestle Dathon?” She smiles.

[Jeepman89]

Ding! Ding! Ding!

[NudeBaG]

Dathon sits on the couch in the livingroom, staring at a black TV screen.
Normally, he’d be watching it, but at the moment, his mind is replaying a single scene over and over.
Dathon rests his hand on his hip, with his finger tips next to the base of his limp penis-
The same place Marnie touched that made him cum!
His penis remains flaccid and small.
“Fshoooooo.” Dathon exhales.
Clop-clop! Clop-clop! Clop-Clop!
Dathon looks up as he hears footsteps coming down the stairs.
Jill and Millie hop into the livingroom, grinning.
Dathon momentarily, cups his hands over his privates, but then stops.
Nudism isn’t about hiding.
Be proud!
Dathon forces himself to relax-
Act normal.
“Hiiiiii Daaaaathonnnnn!” Millie coos with a huge grin.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Dathon asks nonchalantly.
Millie and Jill immediately position themselves directly in front of Dathon.
Both girls’ grins grow even wider as they look at Dathon’s limp penis and balls.
For a moment, they forget the ‘it’s normal’ rule.
Dathon reminds them.
“Come on, guys.” He sighs, fighting that ‘cover’ reflex.
Jill, sensing that Dathon might leave, quickly adjusts and bumps Millie to do the same.
Jill gets straight to the point.
“Wanna wrestle?! Hehehe!” She giggles.
Dathon is surprised.
Wrestling was a game they played years ago.
They haven’t wanted to that in a long time.
“Um, we can, I guess.” Dathon shrugs.
“Yay!” Jill chirps. “You clear the floor! We’ll go get ready!”
Jill and Millie hop back up to their room while Dathon arranges the furniture to create their ‘ring’.
He’s surprised the girls want to play this game, especially since he’s naked.

Jill and Millie quickly strip down to their undies and look for their wrestling costumes.
Both girls pull out their one piece swimsuits and put them on over their panties.
Jill’s is hot pink, Millie’s is pouder blue.
Neither girl say anything as they change, but both girls giggle at the logistics of wrestling a naked boy!

Dathon finishes arranging the chairs and couch as their ‘turn-buckles’.
He then spreads out a large, soft blanket over the carpet as the mat, to avoid rug burns.
Dathon is actually somewhat excited (not in that way).
Both Jill and Millie are still small enough that Dathon can do a lot of moves that involve lifting the girls in a controlled manner.
It’s fun pretending.
Dathon hears the clopping of feet coming down the stairs and turns to see his little sisters in their one-piece swimsuits!
Dathon hadn’t expected that!
“Um, what are you guys wearing?” He asks, nervously.
“Our wrestling costumes!” Jill grins.
“Yeah!” Millie cheers.
Both girls twirl.
Dathon gulps.
Millie is still a little girl, but Jill is beginning to show some curves.
“Millie can go first!” Jill offers her younger sister the first round with their naked older brother.
Millie suddenly seems nervous, but quickly shrugs it off.
Dathon remembers the old routine he used to follow when play wrestling with the girls.
He convinces himself it’ll be just like back then.
He hunches menacingly, spreading his arms.
Dathon’s penis and balls wobble.
“Here we go!” Dathon growls, in a ‘macho voice’. “You’re going down, sister!”
“Hehehehehe!” Millie giggles, adopting a similar pose.
“Nuh uh! You are!” She retorts.
“Ding ding!” Jill calls out.
Dathon quickly picks her up under her arms.
He’s relieved to find that she’s still light enough to handle.
“Hehehehe!” Her giggling continues.
He easily turns her in the air and slams (softly lowers) her to the floor.
He goes for the pin, resting his torso, sideways across her body.
“Jill! Count!” Dathon reminds his sister.
“Oh! Right! Hehe!” Jill kneels and slaps the floor. “1, 2-“
Dathon feels Millie lift her legs (her version of a ‘kick-out’) and he raises up on his knees to let her up.
Millie then hops onto the couch.
“I’m gonna bodyslam you, Dathon!” She announces so that Dathon can respond accordingly.
Dathon positions himself to catch his youngest sister.
While not incredibly strong for his age, catching a skinny little 8 year old is no problem.
Dathon nods to Millie, giving her the okay.
Mille leaps, turning partially in the air and Dathon quickly catches her, turning her the rest of the way.
Her legs rest on one arm, her shoulder and chest on the other.
Dathon quickly lowers them to the ground, laying on his back with Millie’s little body across his abdomen.
Suddenly, Dathon feels uncomfortable.
He’s naked and letting his youngest sister lay on top of him in a one piece swimsuit!
Millie shifts and slides her arm down Dathon’s hip.
Panicking, thinking she’s reaching for something else, he lifts his knee.
Thankfully, that was her intention all along, as she follows his lead and rolls back slightly.
Dathon lays still while Jill kneels and slaps the floor.
“1, 2, 3!” Jill counts.
Not wanting to prolongue bodily contact with his baby sister any further than necessary, Dathon takes the fall.
“Ugh! You beat me!” Dathon feigns, lowering his leg.
Millie stays laid across him, grinning at his limp penis.
“You won, Millie! Tag out! Tag out!” Jill excitedly stands, holding out her hand.
“Oof!” Dathon grunts as Millie pushes off his chest and abs with her hands.
That hand on his abs is dangerously close to sliding too far down.
Dathon stays laying on his back as Millie takes a moment, kneeling beside him.
The fingers of her right hand curl, as if trying to ‘crawl’ closer to Dathon’s penis.
Jill holds out her hand and mercifully, Millie lifts the precariously placed hand up to tag out.
Jill tags her as Millie stands.

Dathon also stands.
Turning his back to Millie and Jill, he takes a moment to replay the ‘near miss’ Millie had with his bits.
He thinks about earlier, with Marnie.
His penis twitches.
No!
Don’t think about that!
Why is he thinking about that?!
“Ding ding!” Millie chirps.
Dathon turns to see Jill stalking towards him, arms spread.
“Can we do figure 4?” Jill asks.
“Huh?” Dathon pauses. “Jill, you’re not supposed to ‘ask’ your opponent to do a move.”
Undeterred, Jill lunges, grabbing his arm.
She pulls down signalling her intent.
Dathon goes with it, letting her pull him to the ground.
She sits in front of him as they position their legs.
Jill places her leg on top, signifying she intends to be the one ‘selling’ the move.
Dathon, having longer legs, adjusts the positioning of Jill’s legs into the right place.
His foot slips up into her crotch, and her’s up into his.
Jill gasps a little Dathon’s foot slips beneath her.
He also gasps as Jill’s foot slips beneath his balls!
Dathon begins 2nd guessing going along with Jill’s request, but before he can back out, Jill leans back, acting like she’s in pain.
“Not the figure 4!” She begs, feigning pain.
Dathon hesitates for a moment more, then realizes Jill’s swimsuit his stretching around her crotch as it rests on his ankle!
He then feels her foot slip further beneath his balls as her toes wiggle on his perineum!
“Ah haha!” Dathon gasps.
“Hehehe!” Jill. “Your balls are squishy!”
She remembers the alternate name for testicles that Marnie and Debra had taught her.
“I give! I give!” Dathon pats the floor before quickly untangling from Jill.
He ends up on his knees.
Giggling, Jill rolls over to stand up again.
As she rolls, Dathon glimpses her backside.
Her swimsuit has shifted, exposing one of her buttcheeks completely!
Dathon gulps.
Jill stands up.
Before Dathon can react, Jill gets him in headlock while he’s still on his knees.
This puts his face right above and next to her exposed buttcheek!
“DDT!” Jill calls.
Jill pulls back, signaling the move she’s attempting.
Dathon grunts as he ‘allows’ her to shift from the headlock into a DDT style drop.
Dathon lowers his head and her back to the floor.
He fakes being stunned as he rolls over in his back.
Jill quickly straddles his torso, facing away from him.
He feels her delicate hands on his hips as she rests her torso forward.
Dathon is stunned as he lifts his head.
His face is only about an inch from Jill’s butt!
Her one cheek is still exposed!
Jill is equally stunned.
Her own face and hands are inches from Dathon’s genitals!
Dathon lays still, waiting for Millie to count.
Dathon keeps staring at Jill’s butt.
Her swimsuit is still stuck in a half wedgie, giving Dathon an up close view of her buttcheek!
Dathon’s eyes scan lower down her buttcrack.
With her leaned so far forward, he can almost see where her buttcrack turns into her frontcrack!
Dathon then feels something else-
Hot breath on his limp penis!
Millie kneels down next to them.
He feels Jill’s hand sliding closer to his penis!
“One! Two!”
Finally, Millie begins counting.
Dathon closes his eyes.
Thanking Millie’s counting.
“Three! Jill wins!” Millie cheers.
Jill exhales, blowing across Dathon’s hairless genitals.
He feels his penis twitch!
“Hah!” Jill gasps.
Dathon feels a gentle ‘touch’ slide over the soft head of his limp penis.
Did Jill touch him?!
Jill sits back, sliding her hands up his abs.
This also moves her butt closer to his face!
“Tag! Tag! My turn!” Millie chirps.
Jill scoots back and swings her leg over Dathon’s face.
It’s brief, but Dathon catches a further glimpse of Jill’s front crack as she swings her leg!
Dathon quickly stands and turns away.
He looks down to see that his penis is still limp and small.
It’s twitching, but staying little.
His session from earlier that morning with Marnie is still in effect.
He lets out a sigh of relief.
“Go get ‘im Mill!” Jill cheers.
Dathon hears a ‘clap’ as the girls slap hands to ‘tag out’.
Dathon turns to see Millie grinning and hopping up and down excitedly.
Dathon shakes off the effects of his match with Jill.
Being so much smaller and younger, Dathon can really do some cool moves with Millie.
Millie remembers this as well.
Seeing the DDT with Jill makes Millie remember one of her favorites.
“Dathon! Dathon! Give me a powerbomb!” Millie excitedly hops up and down.
“Okay, okay.” Dathon stands and widens his stance a bit. “You’re getting to big for this one, though, Millie.”
“Yay!” Millie steps in front of Dathon and leans over.
Dathon panics for moment as Millie’s head gets closer and closer to his genitals.
In a hurry to get this over with, he quickly leans in and scoops his arms under Millie’s mid-section.
In one fluid motion, but using every bit of his remaining 13 year old strength, he lifts up and straightens as Millie sits up as he lifts.
Millie remembers to widen her legs as she flips up, like a backwards shoulder ride.
The instant it happens, both Dathon and Jill realize the error in all of their judgements.
In that instant, Dathon finds his face in Millie’s swimsuit clad crotch!
“Weeeee! Hehehehe!” Millie squeels with glee at the rush of movement.
Millie grabs the back of Dathon’s head for support.
Dathon quickly leans forward at an angle and drops Millie on the couch.
There’s a loud squeeking upon impact and as Dathon quickly gets up, spreading and slipping his head from Millie’s crotch.
Dillon stands straight trying to process what just happened.
“Hehehehehe!” Millie squirms, tucking her hands into the front of her onepiece swimsuit.
They hear a door swing open from upstairs, followed by foot steps hurriedly coming down the stairs.
“What was that?!” Marnie reaches the bottom first, with Debra right behind her.
“It was just the couch!” Dathon points.
“What do you mean? And why are you 2 in swimsuits?!!” Debra gasps, seeing Milli and Jill in their one-pieces.
“We were wrestling!” Milli chirps, getting up off the couch.
Marnie immediately locks in on Dathon’s genitals.
She feels the slightest bit of relief that he’s still flaccid.
“Well, not anymore.” Debra crosses her arms.
“Yeah, go change, you two.” Marnie ushers the younger girls back upstairs.

Debra makes a B-Line for Dathon.
“Dathe?! Wrestling?! In swimsuits?! Were you perving on your little sisters?!”
Dathon’s jaw drops.
He can’t believe Debra would accuse him of that!
“No! It was their idea! They wanted to wear costumes!” Dathon exclaims.
He holds his hands up in complete surrender.
He’s not covering his genitals.
Marnie looks down and sees that his penis is limp.
“He did come to me earlier, Deb.” Marnie acknowledges. “He knows the rules.”
Debra narrows her eyes at Marnie.
Dathon, truly innocent in the matter, defends his older sister.
“I did! I went to Marnie and I-“ He hesitates, unable to say it outloud.
Marnie smirks.
“It’s true, Deb. He did the right thing this morning.” She confirms.
Debra again seems momentarily more upset with Marnie again.
“I’m going to go talk to them! And if I find out you did ANYTHING to them-!” She looks at Dathon’s genitals.
She grits her teeth and lifts her fist, squeezing.
“Get it?” She glares, clenching her fist.
Dathon gulps.
“You wait here, with him.” Deb says to Marnie.
She then heads upstairs to talk to her little sisters.
Dathan immediately throws himself at Marnie’s mercy.
“All we did is wrestle like we used to! It was their idea!” He pleads as he continues to put the furniture back.
“You should have said ‘no’ Dathe.” Marnie scolds.
Marnie thinks back again to that morning.
Dathon came to her directly, just as he’d been told to.
And what’s more, he chose her instead of Debra.
“I know. I was bored though, and it sounded fun.” Dathon says, hanging his head as he folds up the blanket and sits next to it on the couch.
Marnie stays standing, arms crossed for a moment, then softens.
“They didn’t see it ‘stiff’ again, did they?” She asks, tentatively.
Dathon shakes his head adamantly.
“No! I swear! I would have come to you!” He pleads.
Marnie can’t help but smile a bit at that.
“Good boy.” She walks over and sits with Dathon on the couch.
“I don’t want ANYONE seeing it like that. So embarassing!” He shivers, gently squeezing his limp shaft.
The 2 siblings hear a door open upstairs, followed by a single pair of footsteps.

Marnie and Dathon both stand up as Debra reaches the bottom of the stairs.
She’s alone.
She crosses her arms and sighs as she reaches Marnie and Dathon.
“Apparently,” She starts.
Dathon gasps.
What did the girls say?!!
Did they make something up?!
No!
Why would they?!
“All they did was wrestle, just like they used to.” Debra gives a little snort and a smirk as she shakes her head.
“Ha! Really?!” Marnie asks.
“Yup, the swimsuits were their ‘costumes’. Hmhm!” Debra chuckles.
“I told you.” Dathon sighs, relaxing a bit.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Dathe.” Debra says. “But there won’t be anymore ‘Greco-Roman wrestling’ from now on. Got it?” She nods.
Dathon nods aggressively in agreement.
“Good.” Debra then makes a face like she’s trying to break bad news.
“I may have made a mistake though.” Debra looks at Dathon.
“While I was asking them about what you guys were doing, I may have asked a bit too much about whether or not you got an erection.” Debra frowns.
“Huh?” Dathon gulps.
“Oh?” Marnie asks, curiously. “But we already talked with them about that.” She adds.
“Yeah, I know. But,” Debra looks at Dathon. “Just, be ‘extra’ careful around them, yeah?”
The lock on the front door jiggles as it’s unlocked from outside.
Mom enters, carrying her leather work bag and an arm full of clipped papers.
“Oh!” She gasps, seeing her 3 eldest standing in the livingroom.
She regards Dathon, giving him a quick look up and down as she shuts the door.
“Everything okay?” She asks, suspicious of her eldest daughters presence with Dathon.
“Yeah mom! How was your day?” Deb asks, quickly jumping into eldest, ‘best’ child mode.

After a bit of careful catching up, mom settles in and begins cooking dinner with Debra’s assistance.
Marnie and Dathon end up in his room.
“So, what did you do all day?” Marnie asks, walking around, looking at Dathon’s shelves of displayed action figures.
She glances over her shoulder.
“I mean, other than wrestle with your kid sisters. Hmhm!” She chuckles.
“I don’t know. Mostly just sat around.” Dathon shrugs.
“Just sat around?” Marnie asks, a bit of surprise and disappointment in her tone.
“Yeah. I mean, after this morning.” Dathon blushes.
“This morning?” Marnie asks, looking back at him.
Dathon’s body turns a shade of pink.
“Oooooh! Right. Hmhm!” Marnie can’t help but smile.
“Did you-“ Dathon asks. “Did you tell Debra?”
Marnie turns to face him.
“Not until just then in the livingroom.” She says. “But you’re supposed to come to either of us when it gets like that, remember?”
“I know, but-“ Dathon squirms.
Marnie feels a strange ‘heat’ in her belly.
“Dathe?” She asks.
“It’s just-“ Dathon blushes. “Now that you’ve seen me-“
Dathon takes a deep breathe.
“I don’t want ANYONE seeing that!” He gasps.
Marnie remains silent as Dathon calms again.
“But,” Dathon continues. “If it’s you- I can-“
“Dinner!” Debra’s voice calls from downstairs.
Marnie smiles as she walks over and places her hands on Dathon’s shoulders.
“Of course, Dathe. I’m happy to help you with your ‘nudism’.” She smiles.
Dathon relaxes and smiles back.
“Come on.” She helps Dathon to his feet.
“Dinner time!” She gently smacks Dathon on the butt as the head downstairs.
“Hey!” Dathon yelps.
As she follows Dathon down the stairs, Marnie feels a pang of guilt.
After all the phone calls they made to classmates of their own, as well as Dathon’s today, Dathon’s little sisters might be the LEAST of his worries.

[Jeepman89]

Hopefully her guilty feeling won't last long.

[NudeBaG]

Marnie is a strange character

[NudeBaG]

Dathon lays in his bed, morning light coming in through the closed blinds.
His body moves on it’s own.
His hand moves to his penis.
His fingers dance over his smooth, soft pubic area before thrumming along the head of his erect member.
Dathon’s eyes blink open.
He lifts the sheets and looks down.
His erect penis twitches in all it’s ‘morning glory’.
“Ugh!” Dathon groans.
He lays back for a bit, fighting the urge.
His mind replays the absolute embarassment of approaching Marnie for an ‘audience’.
But Dathon needs that release!
He climbs out of bed.
Carefully, quietly, he tiptoes to Marnie’s room.
He gently knocks on her door.
Nothing.
He knocks again.
He hears creaking.
A moment later, Marnie opens her door.
Her reddish hair is a mess, but still pretty.
“Dathe?” She asks, groggily.
“Um, Marn?” Dathon looks down, his morning wood prominently displayed.
Marnie also looks down.
“Mmmm.” Marnie runs her fingers through her hair.
“Is Deb up yet?” She grumbles.
Dathon feels taken a back.
“I-I came to you first.” He whispers.
Marnie’s eyes focus, her fingers freeze in her hair.
“Oh. Um,” Marnie, still groggy steps aside, opening her door to Dathon.
Dathon quickly slips inside.
He immediately sits on Marnie’s bed, the sheets tossed aside.
Marnie shuts the door and stumbles back to sit beside Dathon.
Dathon lays back, pinching his stiff penis in his fingers.
Marnie’s eyes close as her head slumps.
Dathon stops tugging.
“Um,” Dathon looks at the tissue on her bedside table.
He reaches.
“Wait!” Marnie raises her hand and her eyes snap open.
“Wait.” She moves her arm up and down as she yawns.
Dathon stops.
Still pinching his erect penis, looking confused.
Marnie looks at his stiff penis in his fingers.
She exhales.
She walks back over in her nightgown and sits next to Dathon.
“Don’t.” She whispers.
“Huh?” Dathon gasps.
She gently reaches over and takes his hand.
“Don’t.” She repeats.
Marnie doesn’t want Dathon to become a pervert.
He’s obviously aroused by being observed masturbating, but that’s a problem.
As much as Marnie enjoys watching him do that, she doesn’t want him ‘thriving’ on it.
Plus, she and Deb have other plans for him today.
“Look,” Marnie rests her hand on Dathon’s hip. “I know we told you to come to us for ‘that’, but you need to learn better control.”
“But I can’t help it.” Dathon mumbles.
“Hmmm.” Marnie relaxes, sleep still weighing her down. “What if you just ‘wait’?”
“Huh?” Dathon asks.
“Just don’t touch it, or go take a cold shower. That works, right?” She offers.
Dathon does NOT want to take a cold shower.
“Or, it’s like that because of blood flow, right? Can you pinch it off?” She asks.
“No! That would hurt!” Dathon gasps.
“Okay! Okay! Hmmm.” Marnie thinks.
Staring at Dathon’s erection, Marnie feels herself getting ‘tingly’.
“Just lay back, Dathe. Relax. Close your eyes.” She says sweetly.
“What?” Dathon asks, nervously.
“Dathon.” Marnie just looks at him.
Dathon lays his head back and closes his eyes.
“What do you usually think about to get erect?” Marnie asks.
“Huh?” Dathon asks.
“Other than touching it, what makes it hard?” Marnie clarifies.
Dathon immediately pictures his classmate, Natasha.
“Um, girls?” Dathon mumbles.
“Hmhm! Well, duh!” Marnie chuckles.
She then takes the opportunity to pry a bit.
“Any gils in particular?” She smiles.
“Um, one or 2?” Dathon admits.
The number is obviously much higher, but this is awkward enough!
“Hmmm. I see.” Marnie wonders if any of the girls from Dathon’s class she and Debra contacted yesterday are among those ‘1 or 2’.
Marnie thinks about how this whole thing started.
“What was your friend’s name? The one who discovered nudism in France?” She asks.
“Jonah?” Dathon’s eyelids twitch.
“Did you get hard with him?” Marnie asks.
“No!” Dathon gasps, his eyes pop open.
“Relax, Dathe. It’s no big deal. I’m just trying help you figure out how to control yourself.” Marnie consoles him.
“So you didn’t get hard with Jonah. Got it. Close your eyes.” She instructs.
Dathon relaxes again.
Marnie looks at his hard penis.
She feels the butterflies in her belly flutter.
“Picture Jonah in front of you.” She instructs.
“Naked?” Dathon asks.
“Do you want to see him naked?” Marnie smirks.
“No?” Dathon scrunches his face again.
“Okay, then yes. Picture him naked.” Marnie instructs.
Dathon exhales through his nose.
Dathon pictures Jonah standing in front of him, naked.
He remembers Jonah’s smaller, uncut penis.
It looks kind of like a worm.
Still, Dathon simultaneously imagines that HE is also visible to his friend.
Dathon feels his penis twitch.
He remembers the strangeness of first getting naked with him.
Marnie looks on as Dathon’s erect penis gives a twitch.
“What does he look like, Dathe?” Marnie asks.
She asks for 2 reasons.
One, is to further make Dathon think about his friend to quell his erection.
The 2nd is to satisfy her own curiousity about another naked boy.
“Um, skinny?” Dathon mumbles.
“No, Dathe. What does his penis look like?” Marnie corrects.
Dathon winces.
“Oh. Um, kind of like a worm?” Dathon says.
“A worm?!” Marnie asks, a little *too surprised.
“He still has his skin at the tip.” Dathon explains.
Marnie knows Dathon is circumcised.
The revelation that his friend isn’t is fascinating.
“Okay. Is it big?” Marnie asks.
Dathon’s lips curl ever so slightly.
“No.” He admits.
He then offers up a bit more.
“Mine us bigger.”
“Hmhm!” Marnie can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh?” She confirms.
“Mhm.” Dathon nods.
Marnie gets back to the task at hand.
“Okay. Hold still, Dathon.” Marnie feels her butterflies again.
“Keep picturing Jonah naked. Picture him touching you.” Marnie almost bursts out laughing at the words and image.
“What?! No!” Dathon gasps, but keeps his eyes closed.
“Yes.” Marnie instructs. “Picture Jonah in front of you, completely naked, touching your penis.”
She then gently rests her hand on Dathon’s penis!
“Hah!” They gasp in unison.
Marnie is doing it!
She’s touching a penis!
A stiff penis!
She gently sqeezes it in her fingers.
The softness of the skin and firmness of the inner, spongey material is fascinating!
She remembers how Dathon shot before at the slightest touch!
She can’t let that happen again!
As much as she’d like to see Dathon squirt, they have other plans.
Against what she wants to do, she pushes through.
“This is Jonah’s hand, Dathon. Jonah is touching your penis.” Marnie instructs.

Internally, Dathon is screaming!
The conflicting ideas are proving too difficult to parse out:
The desired thought, for the desired effect of making him flaccid, is that his naked friend Jonah is the one touching him.
The reality is equally mortifying, yet coupled with the physical sensation and tenderness she’s shown him, Dathon is glad to have Marnie being the one touching his penis.
Dathon can’t get his thoughts straight!
“Marnie. Talk more.” He grunts, shivering as his body reacts to her soft feminine touch.
“Huh?” Marnie asks.
“Tell me what to imagine!” Dathon begs.
“Oh! Um,” Marnie thinks.
“Jonah is touching you, here.” She gently squeezes his penis again.
“Mmmmmm!” Dathon groans.
“This is Jonah’s hand.” Marnie repeats.
Dathon pictures it-
Jonah is standing in front of him, his hand reached down, fondling Dathon’s penis!
“Mmmmmm!”
Dathon can’t help it.
The image makes him queezy.
Dathon has jerked off with friends before, but they never touched eachother!
And they always had porn those times!
Dathon doesn’t like it.
“Oh?” Marnie chirps.
She was looking at Dathon’s face contort in reaction.
And she feels it.
Dathon’s penis twitches, and it’s firmness subsides.
Marnie is again fascinated by the feel of of Dathon’s penis.
She wants to touch it more when he’s hard again, but it seems her ‘instructions’ have worked!
She moves her hand away, gently sliding her fingers over his bare pubis.
Still smooth.
She smiles as she watches Dathon’s penis shrivel and flop to the side.
“Good boy, Dathe.” She says softly.
Dathon opens his eyes and sits up.
He gently tugs his limp penis.
“Dathon.” Marnie warns.
“S-Sorry.” Dathon releases his limp penis.
“Now, no more stiffies for a bit, okay?” Marnie stands up and walks over to her door.
“I’ll try.” Dathon nods and stands.
“Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles, as Dathon’s little penis flops a bit.
He pauses before exiting.
“What about Jill and Millie?” He asks.
“Just think about your friend again. Hmhm!” Marnie teases.
“Ugh!” Dathon shivers.
“Oh! Right! Real quick, Dathe, before you go,” Marnie turns him to face her. “Show with your fingers next to your penis, how big is Jonah’s?”
“Oh. Um.” Dathon places his thumb and index finger at the base of his limp penis.
He then extends his index finger along his shaft and stops at a fraction of a 1/2 inch below the head.
He holds up his fingers to Marnie.
“About that.”
“Oh!” Marnie gasps.
“Hmhmhmhm!” She begins chuckling.
Dathon also chuckles.

[TeenFan]

If Jonah comes over, and while both boys are naked, touches and tugs on Dathon...I think perhaps some of the girls would actually
enjoy watching that (especially if they commanded it). Could this story be bold enough to go in that direction???

[Jeepman89]

I hope not.

[NudeBaG]

If Jonah comes over, and while both boys are naked, touches and tugs on Dathon...I think perhaps some of the girls would actually
enjoy watching that (especially if they commanded it). Could this story be bold enough to go in that direction???

It won’t be.

[NudeBaG]

Dathon finds himself back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
He reaches down and tugs his limp penis.
He thinks about Marnie touching him!
He feels it starting.
His penis begins to firm up!
He pauses and just holds it.
He closes his eyes.
He pictures Jonah being the one touching him.
His penis stops stiffening.
After a few seconds, it shrinks in his fingers.
Marnie did it!
She gave him a way to enjoy his nudism without pesky erections!

As Dathon relaxes in his bed, Marnie and Debra spend their morning coordinating, taking turns on their phones in their rooms, calling their selected classmates, as well as the ones of Dathon’s they think he would be most mortified to be seen by.
The pitch is simple-
Their brother, Dathon, is practicing nudism.
If they want to ‘stop by’ this last week before school starts and see what he looks like naked, just let them know, and they’ll make it happen!
Marnie moves to the last name on her list of Dathon’s classmates.
She recognizes the name-
Natasha.
She’s heard Dathon and mom talk about her.
She even might recall him talking on the phone with her a couple times.
A crush, maybe?
“Hmmm.” Marnie dials the number.
It rings several times and a polite, youthful female voice answers.
“Hello?”
“Um, Hi! Is this Natasha?” Marnie asks.
“Yes?” Natasha responds.
“Hi, Natasha! This is Marnie St. Claire. I think you know my little brother, Dathon?” Marnie can’t help but smile.
“Oh! Yeah! I know Dathon!” Natasha says cheerfully.
Marnie hears another girl’s voice in the background chattering at the mention of Dathon’s name.
“No. Yeah, it’s his sister.” Natasha says off speaker.
“Oh are there more of you there?” Marnie asks.
“Yeah. Just another girl from our class, Wendy. You said you’re Dathon’s sister, what’s up?” Natasha asks.

Unaware his older sisters are setting up some ‘playdates’ with some of his female classmates, Dathon wonders if he should test out ‘Marnie’s method’.
He could go back to Marnie, but he doesn’t want to bother her.
He could go to Debra, but something about that idea scares him.
After the wrestling fiasco yesterday, Dathon is nervous to go to his little sisters.
Especially after Debra had ‘the chat’ with them yesterday.
She’d warned him to be ‘careful’, but neither Jill or Millie have bothered him yet this morning.
Dathon gets up and goes out into the hall.
He walks to Jill and Millie’s room.
He can hear their tv through the door.
He recognizes the sound of Mario Bros. , as well as Millie’s hushed encouragement of Jill’s current playthrough.
He looks down at his limp penis.
He thinks about Jonah, and shivers.
He knocks.
A second later, Millie opens the door.
“Oh!” She seems genuinely surprised.
“Hey. What are you guys up to?” Dathon asks.
“Nintendo!” Millie chirps.
She then looks down at Dathon’s penis and smiles.
“Dathon?” Jill calls from inside as she leans from her bed. “Wanna play nintendo with us?!” She asks.
“Sure.” Dathon shrugs, getting exactly what he hoped for.
Millie steps aside as Dathon enters his little sisters’ room.
The girls’ twin beds are pressed against opposite walls.
The old tube tv is on the floor beneath their window.
The controllers extend to the foot of each girl’s bed.
“We’re playing Mario!” Millie chirps, grinning at Dathon’s genitals.
Dathon doesn’t bother correcting them.
It’s SUPER Nintendo, actually.
“We’re stuck on this level though.” Jill grumbles as the Mario ‘death chime’ plays from the screen.
Jill swiftly and briefly raises up on her knees as her body seems to move with the Mario pixels on the screen.
He jumps, she rises.
Her nightshirt flips up, giving Dathon a glimpse of her little pink panties from behind!
Dathon feels his penis twitch.
Millie climbs onto her own bed.
Dathon sits crosslegged on the floor in front of the tv, between the 2 beds.
Jill begins her next run in the game as Dathon clocks Milli looking down at him from her bed.
Dathon can feel the nervous excitement of being naked with his little sisters working on him.
His penis is itching!
Dathon tries first to focus on the game as Jill fails to make the same jump.
“You’ve got to jump on the Bullet Bills BEFORE they fully get on screen.” Dathon instructs, pointing at the screen.
“How can I do that?” Jill asks. “If they aren’t on the screen yet, how can I jump on them?”
“No no. Jump where they’re GOING to be.” Dathon tries explaining.
Jill stands and steps off her bed.
She kneels next to Dathon and hands him the controller.
“Here. Show me!” She pouts.
Dathon takes the controller.
He also looks at where Jill’s bare lower thighs come together beneath her nightshirt as it rides up a bit.
Dathon feels it.
His penis begins filling out.
He looks at the screen as he begins his own attempt at the level.

Dathon plays on auto-pilot, letting muscle memory guide his playthrough while he begins visualizing Jonah.
He pictures Jonah standing naked beside him, his limp little penis dangling next to his head.
Dathon feels his own penis hault it’s expanse.
It works!
“Okay, Jill, here’s the spot, right?” Dathon asks, nodding at the screen, as he reaches the part of the game Jill kept dying at.
“Oh, yeah.” Jill mumbles.
He clocks her turning her head to look at the screen.
Has she been staring at his lap the entire time?!
Dathon moves the controller and presses the jump button deliberately as he clears the rest of the level, getting pretty near the top of the flag pole at the end.
“And that’s how it’s done!” He smiles, proud of his achievement.
“Yay! Now we can get to the next world!” Millie chirps.
“Who want’s to start the next level?” Dathon holds the controller up for either girl to take.
Millie shakes her head and scrunches her face.
“I’m no good.” She shakes her head.
“She just likes watching.” Jill says.
“Awww! Come on Mill! That’s no fun.” Dathon scolds.
Neither girl goes for the controller.
“Well, I’m not gonna beat the game FOR you.” Dathon sets the controller down and extends his legs before crossing his ankles and resting back to support himself on his elbows.
Both Jill and Millie let out a little gasp.
Dathon looks down at his extended body.
Is this ‘too’ relaxed?
No!
This is what nudism is about!
Being comfortable!
Dathon then makes a mistake.
With the shift in position, Dathon’s scrotum is slightly ‘pinched’ between his thighs.
Absent mindedly, he reaches down and gently tugs the trapped skin free.
Before moving his hand away entirely, he also reflexively gives his limp penis a couple tugs, stretching it out.
“Wha-?!” Jill gasps. “How did you do that?!”
“It’s stretchy?!” Milli gasps.
“Um,” Dathon gulps. “N-No? It’s um-“
“Do it again.” Jill says, staring wide eyed.
“Um-“ Dathon is kicking himself.
How could he touch himself like that in front of Jill and Milli?!!
Should he get up and leave?
Wait!
He didn’t get hard!
Not even a tickle!
Maybe, if he thinks about Jonah the entire time-
Yeah!
Okay!
Marnie’s idea!
It’ll work!
Dathon thinks about Jonah’s little, uncircumcised penis.
“Um, it just stretches like-“ Dathon gently pinches the head and slowly tugs outward, stretching his penis to it’s erect length, but the shaft gets thinner the further he stretches it.
Both Jill and Millie look like Dathon just performed some sort of magic trick!
“Hehheh!” Dathon can’t help but chuckle, as it is quite funny.
He lets go and relaxes back again.
His penis flops limp towards his hip.
Jill then, somewhat, crosses a line.
She tentatively, gently, runs her index finger along Dathon’s groin and the area close to the base of his penis!
“It’s so smooth here.” She comments.
Dathon’s skin bristles at the contact.
“Um, Deb and Marnie shaved me.” Dathon admits.
“Oh!” Millie gasps.
Millie just stares.
Jill keeps rubbing.
“Did it hurt?” She asks.
“Hehe!” Dathon chuckles. “No.” He shakes his head.
“I hope I don’t get hairs there!” Millie pouts.
“Me either!’ Jill nods.

Dathon’s eyes pop wide.
He now had a forbidden bit of knowledge about his younger siblings!
Dathon’s penis twitches.
Jill’s hand freezes.
The physical contact, as well as the allusion to the girls’ privates is all it takes.
Dathon’s penis begins growing at record speed!
He closes his eyes.
He pictures Jonah!
Okay!
Focus on his little penis and balls!
Make them smaller!
Make YOURSELF smaller!
“It’s moving!” Jill gasps, pulling her hand away.
Yes!
No more touching!
Good!
Wait no!
JONAH touching!
That’ll do it!
Just like Marnie said!
Marnie.
Mmmmm.
Marnie’s hand.
No!
“Hah!” Milli gasps.
Jonah!
Jonah’s fingers on your penis!
Ugh!
He doesn’t want Jonah touching him!
No!
He has to go soft!
Wait!
This feels weird!
It’s not just fingers.
“It’s warm!” Jill gasps.
Look at Jonah’s little penis!
Look at his little penis while he touches you!
“It really IS stiff!” Jill gasps.
Ugh!
But he can feel it!
He can feel Jonah gripping his penis in his petite hand.
His hand is so smooth.
It feels… good?!
No!
This is wrong!
Go soft!
“Wow, Jill!” Millie coos.
Jonah is gripping and pinching and moving his penis around!
Go soft!
He doesn’t want that!
Jonah’s fingers feel so delicate though.
No!
FEEL Jonah touching his penis!
Yes!
He can feel fingers pinching and lifting his shaft.
“I can fit my whole hand on it! Look!” Jill says.
He feels his penis angled differently.
A warmth engulfing the shaft entirely!
Jonah’s hand feels, small?!
“Wow!” Jill whispers.
“Look! Is that where pee comes from?!” Millie chirps.
“I think so?” Jill breathes.
He feels a delicate touch on his pee-slit!
Dathon’s eyes pop open.
Milli and Jill are knelt at his sides.
Jill has her fist wrapped around the entirety of Dathon’s shaft!
Both girls are leaned over, examining him!
“Oh gah!” Dathon tries to pull away, but even that sudden movement is too much.
With Jill gripping his erect penis, Dathon’s body betrays him completely.
The full contact of Jill’s hand is different than Marnie’s simple, delicate ‘finger-tip’ touch!
“Unnnnnnng!” Dathon moans as he convulses.
“J-Jill! Let go!” Dathon yelps.
Jill does, startled by Dathon’s reaction.
Dathon’s penis ‘thwacks’ his abs.
“Ung!” He grunts.
He cups his hands over himself as he scoots back.
It’s too much!
He has to let go.
Dathon turns and pushes off the floor.
Marnie!
He has to get to Marnie!
Dathon quickly hops to the door.
Wait.
No!
If she finds out he got an erection in front of Jill and Millie-?!
Or if Deb catches him?!
Oh gah!
Jill’s now touched his penis even more than Marnie has!
Shit!
Okay.
He can’t leave Jill and Millie’s room with an erection!
Think!
Covering himself with his hands, he turns back to Jill and Millie.
“Um,” He can’t speak!
Millie scowls.
“You got a e-rec-tion!” She scolds, sounding out the word for her own clarification.
Dathon remembers that Millie and Jill might now know too much, after Deb’s chat.
As if to confirm this, Jill stands up.
“Is it ‘cause we’re in our underwear?” She asks.
Jill lifts her night shirt and looks down at her panties.
So does Dathon.
The small cotton triangle of coverage is burned into Dathon’s mind.
Dathon feels his penis twitch.
This is bad!
“Jill! Stop!” He lifts his hand to block out the view of his little sister’s lower half.
“Huh?” Jill asks.
She looks at Dathon.
He has one hand trying to cover his privates, and another trying to block his view of-
Jill looks down at her exposed panties and slender midriff.
“Oop!” She gasps, letting her night shirt back down.
Dathon lowers his hand again to join the other in hiding his erection from the 2 young girls.
Jill blushes at her accidental exposure.
Millie, however, clocks Dathon’s reaction.
It’s very amusing!
Being even younger than Jill, her inhibitions are even less developed.
“Hehehe!” Millie lifts her own shirt, showing off her little white panties!
“Millie! No!” Dathon scolds.
Dathon turns to the door again.
His erection has only grown more sensitive.

Jill and Millie stare at Dathon’s butt as it jiggles slightly as he ‘dances’ nervously at the closed door.
Both girls want to examine Dathon’s front more than his back, though.
After their wrestling match, Debra had said some things about Dathon’s penis and erections.
She told the girls that if mom caught Dathon with an erection, she’d make him put clothes on!
Jill does NOT want that!
She wants to look at Dathon more!
Debra and Marnie also seem to get mad when Dathon gets an erection.
They say it’s ‘naughty’.
Why won’t Deb and Marnie let Dathon have erections?
His penis looks so much bigger that way!
They can see his balls better, too!
“What’s wrong Dathon? Why do you have a e-rec-tion?” Millie sounds it out again.
Jill steps in.
“Dathon. We’re gonna go tell Debra you’re being naughty!” Jill crosses her arms.
Millie looks at Jill, confused and annoyed that she’d do something like that.
Jill smirks and gives the slightest headshake.
Millie realizes it’s a ruse.
She grins in acknowledgement.
Dathon turns around.
“No! Please!” He gasps.
He can’t believe he’s about to bargain with his little sisters just to save his nudist experiment.
“Let us look at your penis until your erection goes away, or we’ll tell Deb and Marn.” Jill smirks.
Dathon’s mouth goes dry.
The fear of Deb’s wrath and the shame of Marnie’s disappointment if they find out about this are enough.
Dathon looks at Jill’s smirk.
When did she get so devious?
All the pleading and bargaining made Dathon forget ‘Marnie’s method’.
But, if all they were going to be doing is looking, he can handle this!
“Fine.” Dathon groans.
He uncovers and steps towards his little sisters.
Milli is giddy as Dathon stands in front of them.
Jill is equally excited.
She feels tingly all over!
This really IS naughty!

Deb sits on her bed, twirling the phone’s cord as she waits for her friend Judy to answer.
She’s the last on Deb’s short list, and this is her 2nd time trying to reach her.
“Hi! This is the-“ The answering machine picks up.
“Ugh!” Deb slams the phone down.
“Just pick up! I can’t leave a message about this!” She grumbles.
With Marnie handling contacting Dathon’s classmates as well as her’s, Debra’s only dilemma was picking classmates who might be interested in seeing her brother naked.
Debra knew most of her core friend group wouldn’t be interested.
She’d already invited the 2 girls she thought would have the most fun at Dathon’s expense.
So, she selected the other 2 girls who were most likely complete ‘virgins’ like her.
Deb picks the phone up and dials again.
They need get this settled today so the logistics can fall into place!

Marnie would have much better luck with Dathon’s classmates:

(Picking up with her last call)

“Yeah. Just another girl from our class, Wendy. You said you’re Dathon’s sister, what’s up?” Natasha asks.
“Oh! Perfect! You can fill her in, too, then. This gonna sound strange, but Dathon is dabbling in nudism this week, and I was wondering if you and some other girls from his class might want to stop by?”
It was the simplest most direct pitch Marnie had been able to come up with.
There’s silence on Natasha’s end for a moment.
“I’m sorry? What was that?” She asks.
“Dathon, my brother, is practicing nudism at home this week. We’re trying to get him used to it, and I thought having some girls from school come over would help.” Marnie barely holds in her laughter.
“Nudism? Like, naked?!” Natasha gasps.
“What?!” Wendy gasps in the background.
“Mhm! All the way.” Marnie grins.
Marnie hears Natasha relaying the message to Dathon’s other classmate, Wendy.
There’s a quick burst of excited giggling and chatter in the background.
“Hi! Marnie?” Natasha gets back to the phone.
“Yup?” Marnie asks.
“When can we come over?!” Natasha asks.
After Marnie discusses the logistics and promises to call her back once things are finalized, she has brilliant thought:
“Oh! Natasha?” She tries to catch her before she hangs up.
“Yeah?” Natasha asks, sounding almost out if breath.
“Do you have 2 more friends who might want to come with you and Wendy?” Marnie asks. “Friends of Dathon, I mean.”
“Yeah! Of course!” Natasha chirps.
“Great! Have them come over with you! Go ahead and fill them in, and I’ll call you later when we’re ready! Yeah?” Marnie says.
“Yeah! Sounds great!” Natasha chirps.
“Great! Talk soon!” Marnie hangs up.
“Now, for Millie and Jill. Hmmm.” Marnie looks for their friend’s numbers on the list she snagged off the fridge.
Mom put it there to make it easy for the girls to call their friends for playdates.
Marnie felt uneasy about having little girls over, but since Jill and Millie had been present when she and Marnie made the plan to have friends over, they couldn’t cut their younger siblings out of the fun.
Plus, it would be funny to see Dathon squirm in front of all those little girls.
Marnie looks for the names the girls had mentioned and prepares a speech for their parents, just in case.

Back in Millie and Jill’s room:

Dathon stands in front of his little sisters with a full erection.
He keeps glancing over his shoulder at the closed door, debating if he should lock it or not.
If he’s caught by Deb or Marnie in his little sisters’ room with an erection behind a locked door, they’d probably kill him!
“Dathon? How long does it stick up for?” Jill asks.
“Um, a while? It depends.” Dathon shifts, nervously.
“You guys promise not to tell Deb or Marnie about this, right?”
Both girls nod.
“Ugh!” Dathon closes his eyes.
Dathon hears Jill whispering to Millie.
He can’t focus on that right now.
He has to get his erection under control!
Wait!
That’s it!
Dathon pinches his penis in his fingers.
“Hah!” He gasps.
Even that is almost too much!
Okay, he’s touching it!
“He’s touching it!” He hears Milli yelp.
Ignore them!
This isn’t your hand!
It’s Jonah’s!
Jonah is touching you!
Dathon peaks at Jill and Milli.
They’re staring.
Dathon looks down.
He’s still fully erect!
He gives his penis a few tugs, testing his ‘closeness’.
“Huh?!” Jill gasps.
No!
Ugh!
Stupid!
Dathon closes his eyes again.
He again conjures the image of naked Jonah in front of him.
It’s Jonah’s fingers he feels on his penis right now!
Not his!
Dathon focusses on Jonah’s smaller penis.
That’s it!
If the fingers he feels on his penis right now are Jonah’s, then the penis in his fingers that he feels is Jonah’s!
Jonah’s penis is smaller!
Make it match!
The idea of touching Jonah-
Being touched by Jonah-
The mental switch works.
Dathon isn’t standing in front of his little sisters, pinching an erection.
He’s standing in front if his naked friend, pinching HIS erection, and vice versa!
Dathon feels his erection begin to soften.
“Ahhhhhh.” He exhales.
“Oh!” He hears Jill gasp.
Dathon keeps his eyes closed.
He keeps his focus on Jonah.
Don’t look.
Not yet.
He can still feel he’s half-hard.

Marnie takes the list of names and numbers to Debra’s room.
Deb appears to have just finished her last call.
“All set?” Marnie asks.
“Yup! Everyone is scheduled!” Deb winks.
“Me too!” Marnie grins. “And Dathe’s friends, too. Hmhm!”
“Sweet! This is gonna be great!” Deb grins.
“Yeah, now, how do we set things up with Jill and Mill’s friends? We promised them a chance too, remember?” Marnie asks.
“Yeah. That’s gonna be tough.” Deb frowns. “You and I still have errands in between all this. It’s a packed week, as is.”
“Well, Dathon’s babysat for the girls before,” Marnie offers. “I’m sure he could handle it again if he had to.”
Deb looks appalled.
“No way! NAKED?!” Deb shakes her head.
“You don’t trust him?” Marnie asks. “I mean, we talked with both he AND the girls after their little wrestling match. He didn’t try anything then.” She shrugs.
Deb remains skeptical.
“And if we get him to ‘you know’-“ Marnie makes the jerking motion with her fingers the way Dathon does. “-beforehand, I’m sure things’ll be okay.”
“I don’t know.” Debra crosses her arms. “We only have 6 days left. You and I have our days set.
Dathon’s friends are in, too. Should we blend Jill and Mill’s friends in?”
Debra immediately sees the flaw in that plan.
She and Marnie already intend to keep Dathon ‘potent’ for their friends and his for maximum excitement.
They can’t have Jill and Mill and their friends there for that.
“Ugh! We should have planned this without them.” Debra groans.
“Pfft! Yeah, that’d be bad.” Marnie holds up a finger. “Jill’s a little snitch, remember? And so is Mill.”
As much as Marnie was trying to ‘protect’ her younger sisters’ ‘innocence’, she herself is not so far removed from her pre-teen years as to not remember her own budding curiousity.
“Ugh! And I already spilled too much to them about Dathon’s ‘anatomy’ last night!” Deb groans.
She then has another realization.
“They wouldn’t ‘try’ anything with Dathon, would they?”
Marnie shakes her head.
“I don’t think so.” Marnie thinks about her interactions with Dathon so far. “I don’t think Dathon would let them, either.”
Deb still isn’t fully convinced.
“I can be here.” Marnie crosses her arms and sighs.
The girls continue their back and forth on the remaining logistics.

Meanwhile…

Dathon finally feels the ‘spongeyness’ return to his penis.
As his visualizations work.
“Ahhhh.” He exhales, sqeezing his penis.
He’s not flaccid yet, but he’s on his way.
He tilts his head down and exhales.
“Fshoooooo.” He feels the air rush over the head of his penis.
He remembers the wrestling match whenever Jill or Mill breathed on him!
No!
Switch it!
He changes the visualization one more time.
Now, Jonah is knelt in front of him, eye level with his penis!
Dathon takes another deep breathe, tilts his head down and blows.
He pictures Jonah blowing across his genitals.
That does it.
Dathan squeezes, feeling the squishiness return fully as his penis shrivels.
He opens his eyes and lets go of his penis.
Jill and Milli are both staring, mouths agape.
“Okay.” Dathon trembles.
“It’s tiny again!” Millie points.
“It’s not tiny, Mill.” Dathon sighs.
“Yeah, it’s just not sticking up anymore.” Jill points.
“You guys promised, right?” Dathon asks.
Jill and Milli grin and nod.
Jill rubs her tummy.
“Dathe? Can you make us breakfast?” She asks.
Dathon also feels his belly grumble.
“Yeah. Come on.” He sighs.