Michael’s Erotic Trifecta- Acts 1 & 2

Act I

Michael Johnson has finally gotten home from school. He was hot and sweaty. He had had gym the last period and they had a three mile run and then he played dodge ball. Because it had been the last period of the day and Mike was in such a huge hurry to get home, he skipped a shower, figuring he could take one there. Michael was fourteen.

Mike had been in a hurry to get home on this day because something very exciting had happened to him near the end of his lunch period. Haley, a very pretty girl who sits next to him in his history class, had not only flirted with him, but had actually backed him into a utility closet just off the cafeteria. Once inside with the door closed she had taken one of his hands and placed it on her breasts.



She had a bra on, but still he could feel their firmness and her hard little nipples had sent electrical shocks straight to his cock. Then she had eagerly reached down and felt his hard-on through his pants. And wouldn’t you know it, the bell chose that moment to ring. They broke things off quickly, she asking him to let her go out first, and then he could follow in a couple of minutes.

As she was leaving she whispered, “I hope I see you tomorrow,” and was gone. He slipped out a bit later, but of course by then Haley was nowhere in sight. He had sported one helluva boner throughout the rest of his afternoon classes, but at least in gym he had gotten a chance to run it off. But the entire afternoon had left him straining at the leash, he could not wait to get home.

And now at long last Mike was home. He went into the house and loudly called out “Hey Sis!” several times to no answer, twin sister Susie evidently wasn’t home. Usually she gets home ahead of him, and he puzzled for a moment before deciding that perhaps she had gone to a friend’s house. ‘Anyway, all the better for me,’ Mike thought to himself, and he went straight upstairs to his room.



Usually Mike is super careful when he is doing one of his after school jack-offs. In his mind it would never do for him to corrupt his innocent twin sister by letting her see him pleasure his long cock. That meant not only closing his door but also locking it. Of course, there was no way to lock the door to the bathroom he shares with his sister except from the inside, but at least he always made sure it was tightly closed. However, on this day Mike was careless and would pay the price.

Susie wasn’t here, and if she wasn’t here now he figured she probably wouldn’t get home until the time their parents get home from work. So Mike had carelessly left the door to his room ajar, and he had left the door to their shared bathroom wide open. Exhausted, but still crackling with sexual tensions from his lunch encounter, he sauntered over to his bed, unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt tossing it on the floor, then undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Sitting on the side of the bed he took off his shoes, then stood back up to slide down his jeans and finally his briefs. With a big sigh he flung himself stark naked onto his bed, lying on his back, his arms flung to the side. Slowly but surely Mike let his mind drift back to the lunch break incident with Haley. She, like he, was fourteen. She is what his buddies would call “drop dead gorgeous.”

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a complexion best described by the words peaches and cream. She has a cute little pug nose overlooking a pair of full, sensuous lips. And to top matters off, Haley has what many of those same buddies would describe as a nice rack (bosom) and a figure very near the finish line on the scale of female development. But how did it take place?



First off . . . Haley brought her lunch over to the table where he was sitting and sat herself down next to him. They didn’t talk much during lunch. Mike is a no nonsense . . . one thing at a time kind of guy, and eating is one thing that cries for his full attention. But after lunch Haley had started in on him. Out of the blue she had said, “I’ll bet you a dollar you’re ticklish,” and she started tickling him in the ribs and under his arms.

He tried his damnedest to deny being ticklish, but he was laughing so hard she was proving him wrong. Finally, he was laughing to the point where he was afraid of losing bladder control, so he stood, picked up his tray, and made a beeline to the place where you deposit used trays. She was up pursuing him, and the minute he made it out into the hall . . . she was up against him . . . tickling away.

The door to a utility room was open, and Mike backed his way inside and tried closing it, but he wasn’t quick enough and she was in there right after him. That’s when she closed and locked the door, after which she grabbed his hand and placed it immediately on her tits.

While Mike was probing her breasts . . . his right hand was idly fondling his naked cock underneath his pants. It was extremely hard, had been ever since the incident in the utility closet took place, and he was finally going to be able to give it the kind of attention it had been crying for all afternoon. But he had decided to take it slow. There was no rush, he had all the time in the world.

He hadn’t yet started the rhythmic jacking motion which would finally bring him his relief, he was just fondling his cock lovingly as he relived the memory of his hand feeling Haley ‘s young breasts. His mind recreated the slight shock touching Haley ‘s stiff nipples, and he curled his fingers around his meat and slowly began the drill.

Mike was so absorbed in his memories, he didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening and closing, nor the twin sets of footsteps which had come into the house and begun climbing the stairs. It was Haley ‘s fourteen-year-old, twin sister Susie, and as luck would have it . . . with her friend Abby. They were planning to study together. When the girls reached the top of the stairs, Susie heard an all too familiar rhythmic squishing noise coming from the open door to her brother Mike’s room.

She motioned her friend to silence, and the two of them crept down the hall until they reached Mike’s open door. Susie put her finger to her mouth, again signaling quiet, and she peeped in Mike’s room. Abby peeped in alongside her. It took a couple of seconds for their eyes to adjust and their brains to comprehend, but when the scene came into focus, they saw Susie’s brother Mike stretched out on his bed . . . stark naked.

His fist was pumping away on that erect pecker which grew out of his groin. Susie and Abby both turned to look at one another, and then looked back into the room. Smiles appeared on their faces . . . and then almost in unison . . . Abby leading the way . . . they quickly skimmed off their tops, unhooked their small bras . . . dropped them on the floor . . . and put back on their tee-shirts. Two sets of hard nipples now poked out the front of their shirts as they entered the room.

On the bed Mike was busy recalling the memory of his hand feeling Haley ‘s breasts, and as his mind relived the myriad feelings he had been having . . . his fist was gradually increasing its tempo. He could feel the telltale stirrings beginning deep in his groin. Suddenly from out of nowhere the two girls sailed into the room. “What’cha doing, Mikie?” his sister cheerfully asked as she strode briskly towards the bed. “Uh-oh . . . Is that what guys call . . . jacking off?” asked her friend Abby, who was matching Susie step for step.

Mike froze in mid stroke. He panicked. His hand fell away from his lance, and his once proud soldier flopped onto his belly with a loud plop, wilting like a day old flower. And his blush was as red as a beet. His first thought was to quickly cover his nakedness but his clothes were on the floor and he was lying on top of his bed sheets with nothing on.

“Oh, what happened to your poor thingy?” squealed Abby, bending down and taking Mike’s now limp cock in her hand, in the fond hope of reviving it. Mike started to object to this fresh young hand . . . who he hardly knew . . . blatantly handling his most private part. But then waves of incredibly good feelings began sweeping through his body and he found himself powerless to speak. Abby was his sister’s age. To Mike’s mind, her touch shouldn’t have meant a blessed thing to him, but he couldn’t believe how good her enthusiastic touch was making him feel.

Still holding onto his meat, Abby turned to Susie. “How come it got all soft?” she asked, a distinct whine in her voice. Susie shrugged, “I guess we caught him by surprise.” “Hmmm . . . Is there anything we can do to make it get big again?” Abby suggested. “I’m not sure,” said Susie, “but Becca says boys get excited looking at girls’ boobs. Tell you what . . . why don’t you take your tee-shirt off and let him see your breasts? Maybe that’ll bring it back to life.” Mike stared back and forth at the girls, not believing this suggestion.

Abby dropped Mike’s cock just long enough to use both her hands to pull her tee-shirt over her head. Her titties were fully aroused underneath it. After flinging it to the floor she turned her attention back to Mike’s growing cock. At fourteen, Abby did not yet have what Mike’s crowd would call a rack, but she did have two handsome growths decorating her upper chest. About the size of apples, they consisted of two very pale young hillocks jutting from her skinny frame, each topped with a pencil eraser-sized nipple.



Mike was amazed, he had never considered his sister’s friend as having anything of interest chest-wise. Abby certainly had nothing to rival Haley, but what she did have . . . was immediate candy to his eyes. Mike instinctively reached out to touch one of them, then pulled up short. Abby looked up and saw him. “Go ahead . . . touch ’em if you want,” she offered. “After all, I’m yanking on your yummy cock.” Mike’s hand immediately closed the distance and he began twiddling and tweaking her breasts . . . but especially her nipples.

Susie just stood there, wordlessly watching her best friend handling her twin brother’s rapidly stiffening cock while he was fooling around with her boobs. The erotic sight . . . made wave after wave of tingles flood her crotch. She immediately wanted to play with herself, but was too afraid. Afraid that doing so in front of her brother and her best friend would embarrass her. Or them. Finally, she could keep silent no longer. “What does it feel like, Abby?” Mike was amazed the girls were talking . . . as if he wasn’t even in the room.

Abby looked up, with an expression of sudden recognition on her face.