Massaging Joey

With their parents away for the weekend – and their little brother currently round a friend’s house – sisters Demi and Emma had the house to themselves. It was Saturday lunchtime and the two young women had invited round their friend, Natalie.

The three of them were sitting in the living room, chatting happily, each with a glass of wine.

Demi was the elder sister. She was twenty years old and currently at college, preferring to live at home to save money and also to be close to her sister, Emma, who she was very close to thanks to the mere two-years between their ages. Demi was average in height, slim and with average sized but nicely shaped, firm tits currently nestling in a baggy red jumper. She wore tight jeans that showed off her delicious pert arse. Demi could often be a little bit self-conscious about her appearance, simply because she wasn’t an absolute stunner, but she was still very pretty, especially when she flashed her adoring smile. Her big blue eyes were full of charming affection. She was normally quiet and a bit shy, although that changed with a few glasses of wine down her.

Her sister, Emma, was a lot more outgoing. Aged eighteen, Emma was taller than Demi by a couple of inches and her more extrovert demeanour often made it seem as if she were the elder one. Emma had her blonde hair cut short, framing her sweet excitable face. She had a strangely enigmatic appearance, her dark eyes quite narrow and her sensuous lips often curled up in a knowing smile. She was very confident about her body. Her tits were lusciuously sized, 37DD, and she enjoyed showing them off – like now as she sat on the sofa wearing a tight, low-cut pink top that showed off plenty of cleavage. She had no bra on and her nips were almost poking through the stretched material of her top, which also exposed her mid-rift. Emma also wore a pair of tight white-denim cut-offs to show off her firm thighs. Finally, the sexy blonde had on a pair of knee-high leather boots.

Demi and Emma were sitting on the sofa. Across from them, on an armchair, was their friend Natalie. She was twenty-eight, older than the two sisters, and knew Demi from college. Natalie was a chirpy, bubbly brunette who was studying Health and Fitness at college. She wanted to be a Physical Education teacher once she qualified. She also wanted to get married and have kids sometime, but not until she was past thirty. Right now she was enjoying being a wild twenty-something student before doing all that boring settling down business. Fairly tall and slim, Natalie had long frizzy brown hair, big blue eyes and a caring smile. She was well tanned with her flesh nicely bronzed, and plenty of it showing as she sat in just a pair of black shorts and sleeveless black top. She had big breasts, although still not quite as large as Emma’s.

As they chatted away, the three ladies were soon listening to Natalie talking about her massage class at college. It was only a short module in her course but naturally the word ‘massage’ and the connotations of hands rubbing over bare flesh had aroused the giggling interest of Demi and Emma. “No,” insisted Natalie, “I wish we did though. The course would be even more popular.”

“I’d sign up,” Emma giggled.

“Me too,” Demi added, a little shyly. She sipped some of her wine.

“A lot of it’s theory,” Natalie shrugged, “We just get diagrams of the body with points marked on it…y’know, where to rub and squeeze, that kinda thing.”

“Do the diagrams have erogenous zones marked on?” Demi giggled.

“I’m sure Natalie knows where they are,” smirked Emma.

“Men only have one erogenous zone,” Demi insisted, “We all know where that is.”

“No, they do have several,” Natalie grinned.

“Oooh, how do you know?” asked Demi, “Have you been giving strange men massages? Running your own little massage-parlour?”

“No,” giggled Natalie, “But I gave one of my ex-boyfriends one. I turned him on so much running my hands over him, his dick was like an iron bar before I’d even reached it.”

“Hmmm, nice,” Demi smiled, blushing a little. She was no virgin, but she still remained shy about sex, unlike her brazen sister, Emma. She sipped some more wine, knowing it would relax her a bit more for the lewd direction that the conversation was taking.

“Would it work on women too?” asked Emma.

“Why?” gasped Natalie in mock-horror, “You’re not turning into a lesbian are you?”

“No, but I’m just curious,” shrugged Emma, “I might get my boyfriend to swot up on massage until he’s an expert, then he can massage me to multiple-orgasms.”

“I’m sure he can do that with his cock,” Natalie pointed out.

“Sure he can,” proudly declared Emma, “But he can massage me before and after fucking me too. Seriously though, aside from all this talk of sex and orgasms…”

“You’re favourite subjects,” interjected Demi, lighting a cigarette.

“…what’s massage good for Natalie? I mean, why are you learning it? Is it for physiotherapy kinda stuff.”

“Yeah, for healing sports-injuries,” shrugged Natalie, “Easing the tension in athletes and stuff. There’s only a few classes dedicated to it. I can’t imagine massage will be required if I’m to become a Physcial Education teacher. I’d be sacked for running my hands all over naked teenaged girl’s bodies.”

“Yeah, plus if you could do that there’d be a huge waiting list to take up that job,” laughed Emma, “Made up of lecherous old men.”

“You could always teach boys,” suggested Emma, grinning wickedly, “After classes you could get all the hunky youths to strip and then you can massage them all.”

“That’d be a popular job for the ladies,” Demi pointed out, “But then, most women prefer older men.”

“Not all women do,” pointed out Natalie, “Nothing wrong with a young stud! I’d be quite happy, when I’m older, to have lots of excitable teenaged boys stripped naked and oiled and waiting for me to sooth and rub their aching, ahem, extremeties.”

“And give ’em hand-jobs,” Demi added.

“I’d be the best-loved teacher in the school,” laughed Natalie, “Seriously though, it’s an interesting class. Massage is pretty good, it’s effective – for dealing with sports injuries and relieving stress, and for spicing up sex – and all you need is a pair of busy hands. No other equipment at all.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving it a go,” Emma declared.

“You need a test-subject first,” Demi pointed out, “Some poor helpless boy to undergo a session of you rubbing and squeezing him all over.”

Just then the sound of the front door opening and then shutting could be heard.

“Sounds like my test-subject has just arrived,” giggled Emma. She put her empty wine-glass on the table and got up.

“Who’s that?” Natalie asked.

“That’ll be our little brother Joey,” Emma replied, and then she called out “Joey! Is that you squirt?”

“Yeah?” came a young boy’s voice.

“Come in here a sec,” Emma called.

“You’re not going to drag our poor baby brother into your sordid experiments are you?” giggled Demi.

“Sure, why not?” Emma grinned.

Joey then entered the living room. He was twelve years old, a cute and slender boy with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He had light freckles dotted across his childish face. He’d been playing sports with his friends and currently wore a pair of black shorts and a red football top. Being a responsible child he’d taken his muddy boots and socks off at the porch and stood in his bare-feet, his little toes wiggling impatiently as he stood there and glanced around the living room at his two sisters and their friend, Natalie.

“Whaddya want?” he asked Emma.

“Are you busy?” his big sister asked him.

“No, not really. I was gonna have a bath. I’ve been playing football. Oh, hi Natalie.”

“Hi Joey,” Natalie grinned, waving from the armchair.

“Well, before you have a bath,” continued Emma, “I want you to get undressed.”

“Er, yeah, I normally get undressed before I have a bath, I don’t get it with all my clothes on,” sighed Joey, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation, “Duh! My big sister is dumb,” he informed Natalie, who giggled. Joey had developed a little crush on Natalie since he’d seen her hanging around the house over these last few weeks. Natalie giggled at the boy’s cheekiness.

“No, I don’t mean get undressed upstairs,” Emma continued to her smart-arse brother, “Get undressed here. Forget about the bath. I want to try something.”

“What?” Joey gasped, “Undress here? Are you some sort of perv. I’m tellin’ mum.”

Natalie and Demi both giggled.

“Shut up squirt,” Emma sighed, “Look, Natalie is studying massage at college and she said she’s going to teach Demi and me how to do it.”

“Umm…did I said that?” asked Natalie.

“Yes,” insisted Emma, “You did…sort of. Anyway Joey,” she continued, turning back to her twelve year old brother, “We need you as a subject. You have to get undressed and lie on the floor so Natalie can show Demi and me what to do. It won’t hurt, don’t worry.”

“That’s stoopid,” insisted Joey, “That sounds weird as well, me stripping in front of my sisters. And Natalie.”

“Aw Joey,” whined Emma, getting impatient, “Look, it’s not that difficult. We’ve seen naked boys plenty of times, it’s no big deal. Besides, you’ll be lying on your stomach. At first.”

“No, it’s okay,” Natalie said, sipping her wine, “If Joey doesn’t want to lie down and have girls run their hands over his body then that’s fine.”

This had the exact effect Natalie expect. Joey’s desire to stand up to his sister’s odd requests, his desire to show off to Natalie with his smart-arse remarks, his shyness at taking off his clothes in front of other people…all that vanished at the idea of being touched by women. He shivered a little with excitement, glancing briefly at Natalie’s heavy tits as they sat trying to burst out of her tight skimpy black top.

“Well…” he began, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Emma giggled, the eighteen year old feeling victorious, “Come on then kid, take of your clothes.”

“I’ll get a towel to place on the floor,” Demi said. She got up and left the room, returning a moment later with a big white towel. Emma pushed the coffee table to oneside and her sister then placed the large bath-towel in the middle of the big open space in the centre of the living room.

“You mean, just strip here?” Joey asked, aware of Emma and Demi standing nearby and Natalie sitting on the armchair, all three ladies looking at him.

“Sure, c’mon on,” Emma said, impatiently. “Okay…” Joey said, hesitantly, “But you have to cover your eyes. All of you.”

“What?” Demi giggled, feeling more confident than usual with a bit of wine-induced light-headedness, “We’re going to see you nekked anyway kiddo.”

“Yeah but…just do it,” insisted Joey, “Come on.”

“Aw, he’s all shy,” laughed Natalie, “Okay, let’s do it.” She put her glass of wine down and closed her eyes. Demi and Emma humoured the boy by closing their eyes, Emma humming impatiently.

Satisfied the women had obeyed his demands, Joey quickly stripped. Off came his football top, then his shorts and finally his small white underpants. He put them in a neat pile, not noticing that Emma very slightly opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of her little brother’s small hairless dick.

Joey quickly lay down on the towel, on his stomach.

“Okay, ready,” he said, “Do what wicked things you must, you freaky women you, but I’ll sue if I sustain a serious injury.”

Demi, Natalie and Emma all opened their eyes. The boy before them looked very sweet, laying there nude on his somach, his slender back, his cute pale bottom and his bare legs on display.

“Right then,” Demi said, “Where do we start.”

“Come on Natalie, you’re the teacher,” Emma pointed out.

“Right then,” Natalie, began, “Let’s gather around our subject.”

“I’m not a subject,” Joey declared, “I’m a human being. I have feelings. I’m not a piece of meat.”

“You are a piece of meat,” Emma insisted, “A rather succulent one as well. Very tender. Mmmm, look at this cute little bum-bum.” She bent over and reached down, pinching one of Joey’s firm little white arse-cheeks.

“Oi,” the boy retorted.

Emma and Demi both sat on the sofa overlooking where their brother lay. Natalie knelt next to the boy. Joey was propped up on his elbows and trying to twist his head round to see what was going on. He was still conscious of his nudity but Emma’s jokey demeanour helped him relax a bit.

“Right, just relax Joey,” Natalie said, rubbing her hands together to warm them up, “Lay your head down.”

Joey did so, folding his arms and laying his head to oneside of them. He was tired from his morning of kicking a football around and he felt quite nice and relaxed laying here, albeit with three pairs of female eyes able to stray over his bare bottom at will.

“We’ll start with the shoulders,” Natalie said. She reached out and placed her hands round Joey’s shoulders and began to rub them. She lightly gripped them, working expertly and making Joey sigh involuntarily with pleasure. Natalie then worked down the boy’s back, running the heels of her hands down his spine. Emma and Demi watched with interest. Emma was conscious of the nipples on her large tits stiffening, trying to poke through the thin stretched material of her skimpy pink top.

“Is that nice?” Natalie asked Joey as she lightly ran her long fingernails down the curve of the child’s spine.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Joey sighed, happily. He was definately glad he’d volunteered for this now!

“You’ll send him off to sleep soon,” Demi smiled from the sofa.

“It can happen,” Natalie said, “If it’s done right, massage can be so relaxing the subject can nod off.” She continued lightly running her fingernails down Joey’s spine, the cute boy breathing deeply, lost in ecstasy at this treatment. “Now the legs,” Natalie said a moment later, shifting down a little. She began working on the backs of Joey’s legs, lightly gripping one of his thighs with boths hands and kneading the firm tender boy-flesh. She did the same to his other thigh, and then worked on his calves. “Now the bottom,” she chirped. Joey felt a shiver of excitement as he felt Natalie’s warm hands touch his bum-cheeks. The lady began kneading his firm buttocks, pinching them lightly and rubbing them all over. She then clapped each of her hands over his buttocks and began working them round in small circles, frequently spreading them to expose his hairless pink anus. She glanced up and exchanged a naughty grin with Demi and Emma, who were getting quite evidently turned on at seeing their baby brother undergoing this treatment.

Joey was feeling deeply relaxed and also rather aroused. He noticed that his small cock underneath him was fully erect, sandwiched between his belly and the towel on which he lay. He realized that he’d actually sprung a hard-on almost as soon as Natalie had started on his shoulders.

“Anyone else want a go?” Natalie asked, taking her hands from Joey and moving back to sit against the armchair. She retrieved her wine-glass.

“I will,” Emma said. She got down and knelt next to where Joey lay on his stomach.

“Be gentle with our little brother,” Demi said to her sister.

“I will,” sighed Emma, “Although maybe Joey likes it rough!”

“Huh?” Joey murmered, still lying there with his head resting on his folded arms, eyes closed.

“Just ignore your lewd sister,” Natalie told the boy, ruffling his blonde hair.

“What does ‘lewd’ mean?” Joey asked, eyes still closed.

“Lewd is another word for rude,” Demi told her brother, “Which is why it rhymes with it. Besides, I’m not being lewd. This is lewd.” She bent over and planted a big kiss on her brother’s left arse-cheek, prompting giggles from Natalie and Demi.

“Oi,” Joey remarked, although he clearly wasn’t all that bothered.

“That’s not lewd, that’s being an arse-kisser,” Demi observed, sitting on the sofa and lighting another cigarette.

“Well, I like kissing arses,” Emma joked, “And there’s no arse in this room I’d rather kiss than Joey’s.” She gently patted her brother’s cute bottom with her hand.

“You could kiss mine if you wanted,” Natalie quipped, “It’s quite nice. I think so anyway.”

“Stop talking about arses,” Demi said, “Come on Emma, get on with massaging Joey. Let’s see if you can do as good a job of it as Natalie.”

“Okay,” Emma shrugged.

Under Natalie’s direction, Emma began massaging Joey. She worked on his shoulders and back first, doing quite a good job of it judging by how contented Joey was. The boy sighed as he lay there, feeling very relaxed – and aroused – as Emma rubbed and stroked his back. Emma emulated Natalie by running her fingernails gently down Joey’s spine, and also down the side of his torso. Joey shivered a little, slightly ticklish.

“I’ll show you how to do the legs now,” Natalie told Emma.

“Show me as well,” Demi said, feeling a little left out. She put out her cigarette and got down on the floor so that she and her sister were kneeling either side of Joey’s bare legs. Natalie knelt at Joey’s feet.

“Okay,” Natalie began, taking on the air of a teacher, “Demi, you do Joey’s left leg. Emma, you do his right.” She then taught the sisters what to do, guiding their hands and showing them were to rub and where to grip. Emma and Demi were fast learners as the kneaded and stroked Joey’s slender pale legs. They worked on his thighs and his calves, even on his feet, although not too much as the poor boy at their mercy was very ticklish there.

“Let’s do Joey’s bum now,” Natalie shortly announced.

“How do you massage a bum?” asked Demi. She poked her brother’s left buttock with a finger.

“Not like that,” Joey remarked, prompting giggles from the three ladies hovering around his bottom.