Controlled Like a Puppet

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Controlled Like a Puppet:
Who’s Pulling Jen’s Strings

Jenny is a lovely young lady. At twenty years of age, she stands 5’7” and weighs 115 pounds. Her slender body accentuates her perky 34B breasts. Her breasts stand firmly and proudly out from her chest. She had happily watched as her breasts had swelled over the last few years. Her areolas had expanded to a little larger than a quarter with small pea sized nipples at their centers. A flat stomach completes her slender torso. Her tight round butt sways seductively as she walks. Her legs are shapely, long, and lean. Her long straight nose draws attention to her beautifully rounded face and her deep brown eyes. Her eyes are alluring and staring into them can be mesmerizing. Jen’s lips are thin, and she smiles easily. Her head is surrounded by a halo of long black hair that is shiny to look at and silky to the touch.

Jen is also a very bright young lady. She maintained an excellent grade point average (GPA) throughout her high school career. She had controlled herself, her time, and her passions while in school. Thus, she graduated at the top of her class with honors and her dignity in tact.

Her intelligence and self-control is why she couldn’t understand what had been happening to her lately. The changes she felt in her thought processes were beyond her ability to understand or control. She found herself thinking about doing things that would have been revolting to her only a few months ago.

The changes in Jen all seemed to have started the week of her family’s latest New Years Eve party. As usual, her creepy Uncle Steve drank too much and had made an ass of him self. He made an unwelcome pass at Jen.

Also as usual, Jen had refused his advances.

Uncle Steve had been trying to hit on Jen for years. He had tried groping her ever since she was a young teen. Her breasts began to swell on her chest when she was just twelve-years-old. By the time of the family’s annual New Years party, she was thirteen and had the beginnings of a nice little set of breasts. That was the first time Uncle Steve had tried to fondle them while he hugged her. It was the same thing every year. He would put his arm around Jen and pull her close to hug her. While hugging her with his right arm, his left hand would slip up between their bodies and rub her chest through her shirt.

Jen could never understand why her parents, or any other family member, didn’t put a stop to Uncle Steve’s advances. They always seemed to be looking the other way when it occurred. She didn’t know why the rest of the family was a bit cowed by Uncle Steve.

Over the following years, Jen developed a nice set of firm B-cup breasts. At the latest New Years Eve party, Uncle Steve had again pulled her to his chest for a hug. He slid his left hand up inside her blouse and copped a feel of her ample right tit.

Jen was no longer a teenager that Uncle Steve could intimidate. She was a strong willed twenty-year-old young lady. She was no longer in the mood to put up with Uncle Steve’s crap. This time Jen was going to put old pervert in his place. After all, Uncle Steve was nothing but a drunken 65-year-old lecher who had tried to paw her long enough. She not only refused his advances, but she yelled at him loudly enough for the entire family to hear her protest.

“You old pervert! If you ever touch me again, I’ll knee you in the balls. Then I’ll call the cops and report you for molesting me. Now get the hell away from me! Leave me alone!” She yelled.

Needless to say, that got the whole family’s attention. They turned and looked at Jen and Uncle Steve. About a minute later, Uncle Steve was hurrying out the door with several of the men in the family roughly escorting him.

Jen ran to her bedroom and locked the door. She needed some time to cry and calm herself down.

It was Friday night of the following weekend. Jen and her sixteen-year-old brother, Johnny, were home alone. Their parents had gone to another of the many dinner parties they attended. Jen’s brother had gone to bed earlier in the evening and was sleeping soundly. Jen was sitting up watching late night TV.

It was then that the first of the strange thoughts came into Jen’s mind. She had no idea where the thoughts had come from. For some reason, Jen couldn’t control the images passing through her mind. Thoughts of Johnny kept flashing in her mind. She silently asked herself. ‘I wonder what his cock looks like. Is Johnny bigger than my boyfriend, Bo? I have to see it for myself.’

Jen rose from the couch and went up to her teenaged brother’s room. His door was slightly ajar. Jen pushed it open until she could see Johnny soundly sleeping. He was lying on his back. She tiptoed to his bedside, reached for the blanket covering him, and froze in place.

‘Oh my God! What am I doing?’ Jen thought to her self. ‘I can’t do this. He’s my brother. I love him but not like this.’ The frightened teen rushed from her brother’s room.

Jen then spent the next couple of hours trying to purge the thoughts of her brother’s cock from her mind. She finally gave up and went to bed in her own room. Masturbating herself to a nice orgasm gave her some relief. She finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.

Late Saturday night her parents had gone out again. Jen sat on the couch in front of the TV. Her brother was upstairs sleeping. The wild thoughts came into her mind again. She couldn’t help thinking of her brother’s cock as he slept. Almost without thinking about it, Jen got up from the couch and headed up to Johnny’s room. ‘I have to know how big it is. What’s the harm in just looking?’ She thought.

Jen soon found herself standing next to the left side of Johnny’s bed looking down on his sleeping form. He was lying on his back again. ‘Perfect.’ She thought.

This time, Jen was determined to see her brother’s cock. Without making a sound she reached out and took the corner of his blanket in her hand. Slowly she picked the cover up and pulled it down. She quickly noticed how strong his body looked. As she continued pulling his blanket down towards his feet Johnny’s flaccid cock came into view. It was lying limply on his left leg.

Jen stood transfixed. She couldn’t pull her eyes from her brother’s cock. She thought of the many times she had teased him as they were growing up. She and her boyfriend had often called him a dork and told him he was just a little boy. Well, he certainly wasn’t a little boy any longer. Proof of his growing stature was lying softly on his right leg. ‘Oh my God! What a beautiful cock. Even soft, he’s big. How big would it be if it was hard?’

Carefully, with a shaking hand, Jen reached out and touched her brother’s cock. As she wrapped her hand around it, she thought. ‘It’s so soft and warm.’

She couldn’t help herself. Jen began carefully closing her hand around Johnny’s cock. She didn’t want to wake him. She gently and repeatedly squeezed her brother’s cock. The cock in her hand began to swell. It soon reached its full 6 1/2-inch length. It was almost too thick for Jen to wrap her hand around. “Oh brother, you have a wonderful cock.’ She thought to herself.

Johnny’s cock wasn’t the first cock Jen had seen or touched. However, it was much bigger than her boyfriend Bo’s dick. She had seen Bo’s dick several times when he asked her to give him a hand job. Jen usually obliged. However, she always refused to put it in her mouth when he begged for a blowjob. She simply used a napkin to clean up the mess he made.

She thought about leaving Johnny’s room before she disturbed him. Then she decided to stay just a little longer. ‘It wouldn’t be fair to leave him like this. I’ve gone this far, I might as well give my brother some relief.’ She thought.

Jen began to slowly stroke her hand up and down Johnny’s stiff cock. She soon noticed a drop of precum had appeared on his cock’s head.

‘I wonder what he tastes like. Oh my God! I can’t do that. I’ve never done that. What is wrong with me?’ After a brief delay, she thought. Oh hell, why not?’

Jen kneeled next to her sleeping brother’s bed, leaned over his leg, and licked the drop of precum from his cock. The realization of what she was doing finally came to her. ‘Oh shit! I’m jacking off my brother and licking his cock. That’s sick! It doesn’t taste too bad though. I think I could learn to like it.’

Another drop of percum appeared as she continued to stroke her brother’s cock.