Subjects 0 – CH 1

This story is a bit of a change from my others, but ties into them. Read to the end, to see how. There will be more chapters to come.

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STATUS REPORT: Using substance gleaned from Subject 0, test animals seem to go into a mating frenzy. The chances of offspring seem to increase, even when the females are not in heat, before applying the chemical.

END STATUS REPORT.
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“Damnit Mom! Don’t you know how to knock?” Adam yelled as he closed the lid to his laptop. He had been jacking off to porn, when his mother had walked in, completely destroying the mood. Oh well, if Adam knew himself like he did, he would be horny again in a couple hours and ready to try again. If only he had a lock on his door. Getting caught in and of itself wasn’t so bad. One of the problems was that this was the fourth time this month he had been busted, cock in hand, wanking to some form of porn.

Adam pulled up his pants, and decided to talk to his mom. He caught up to her in the hallway to the front door.

“Honestly, Adam. I don’t understand why you can’t just wait till everybody goes to bed, or just do it in the shower. I understand that you’re a grown teenager, and you have your… NEEDS. But do you have to do it in the middle of the day?”

That was the other problem. He did do it at all those times, and every other chance he had. He couldn’t help it. No matter what he did, he was always horny. Jacking off relieved it for a few hours, but the feeling was always there, lurking in the corner. He had had numerous embarrassing situations when he was still in school, having to stand up, and not being able to hide his erection. He had garnered the reputation as a pervert, and all because he couldn’t control his libido. That was when he had started jacking off between every other class, and it was the first thing he did when he got home. Usually the house was empty at this time of day. How was he supposed to know that Mom had forgotten something, and would rush home from work to get it?

Not for the first time, did Adam curse the fact that Mom worked so close to home. As the lead biochemist for her company, she set her own hours, and made more than enough to live as they pleased. They weren’t wealthy, but they were very comfortable.

His mom opened the front door, and found April, Adam’s sister, about to walk in.

“You deal with this!” His mom told April. “I swear I have never known any man to beat off as much as your brother does. Did you know that in the last month, there hasn’t been one sock of his that I’ve cleaned that didn’t have cum in it? I don’t have time to deal with him, so you take care of it!” And she slammed the door on her way out.

Adam didn’t know that she had been checking his socks. He was going to have to figure out somewhere else to shoot his load. The bathroom didn’t work to well, because it was hard to explain why he was bringing his laptop in there. It wasn’t necessarily that he needed porn, but it DID speed up the process.

“So, Squirt. Busted again?” Adam looked at his older sister sullenly. She had left for college a year ago, but still came home on the weekends. The last person he wanted to talk about his libido with was her. Not that they didn’t get along. Adam adored his older sister. She was smart, and intelligent, and always willing to help him out with homework, or any other problem he had. She never looked down on him, and often treated him as an equal, other than calling him ‘Squirt’ (which at the moment, was even more humiliating). The problem was that she was gorgeous. Standing at 5’5″, her blonde hair came down to her C or D cup breasts. Her breasts always looked big for her petite body.

“Leave me alone,” Adam told her, and walked back to his room. He threw himself on the bed, and buried his head under his pillow. Why couldn’t he control it better? What few friends he had, had all told him it wasn’t normal, and he should see a shrink. Of course the last thing any teenager wanted to do was talk to some stranger about their masturbation problems.

A timid knock came at the door, but Adam just ignored it. “Adam, can I talk to you?” The only time she ever called him ‘Adam’ was when she was being serious, or wanted something from him.

“I know I should be more careful! Can we just drop it, please?” He hoped she would go away. He didn’t want to deal with it right now; especially since he could already feel himself getting hard again. The last thing he needed was for his sister to see that, and REALLY think he was demented.

Adam heard his door open and groaned as April walked in. “Listen, fellow tube-y–” This was another affectation she used with him. They never knew who their father was, and since their mother was a chemist, it was an inside joke that they were test-tube babies, “–I know what you are going through. I deal with it too.”

At these words, Adam looked up at his sister, and was glad he was still lying on his stomach. She was bent over next to his bed, and he could make out some of her cleavage down her shirt. “I doubt it,” he told her. He had never heard of HER getting caught.

“Would it surprise you that I masturbate three to four times a day?” Adam almost laughed. That was it? Sometimes he lost count of how often he rubbed one out in a day. “And that I want to do it all day long? I learned how to control it, not let it control me.”

He looked at his sister, trying to see if she were playing with him, or if she were being serious. If she had learned how to control it that much… “How?”

April’s face split into a huge smile, as she plopped herself down in his bed. “I’m glad you asked, Squirt. It’s all in how you think.” Adam scoffed, but she kept going. “All you have to do is think about what turns you off, and concentrate on it.”

“I’ve tried that,” he complained, “it didn’t work.”

“I doubt you’ve tried it my way. Here, sit up.” She grabbed his shoulders and forced her younger brother to sit up. Adam was embarrassed when she looked at the bulge in his pants, but thankfully she didn’t say anything. “The trick is to take a turn-on, and make it a turn-off.”

“Uh-huh,” Adam didn’t believe her for a moment. How did you take something that made you horny, and make it turn you off?

“Bear with me, Tube-y. I know what I’m talking about. Here, I’ll prove it. I’ll tell you one of my turn-ons, and then tell you how I make it a turn-off.” She crossed her legs on his bed, and closed her eyes. Almost immediately he noted a change in her. It wasn’t something he could put his finger on, but she somehow became more attractive, more alluring. “I like the way a guy’s penis looks. Don’t laugh at me! I do! I like how the head gets large as the man gets turned on,” as she spoke, April’s hands began to lightly travel over her body. Adam could feel his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans, as he watched her.

April shivered, and opened her eyes, and smiled at the look of rapture on her brother’s face. “Now that I am sufficiently turned on, I reverse it. I start to think of that penis becoming a tree, and then being cut down, and then shaved down into tiny little toothpicks. I focus on that, until I am under control again.” Adam was disappointed to see her hands stop moving across her body, and settle in her lap. Then the realization that it had been his sister that was so seducing him, made him cringe inside. Am I so perverted that I would lust after my own sister? That’s just plain wrong!

“Now you try it.” April’s voice pulled Adam from his dark thoughts, and his face burned red, understanding what she wanted from him.

“I’ll try it later,” he told her.

“No, I can tell you’re already turned on. Just close your eyes, and do like I did.” Adam’s face turned even darker red at his older sister’s words.

Adam closed his eyes, just to humor her, but the image of her hands roaming her body jumped into his head. His mind’s eye watched as she drug her fingers up her leg, across her belly, under her breasts, and back again. Then she began to pull up her shirt– Adam’s eyes flew open to stop that image from going further.

“You can stop touching yourself,” she told him, and to his horror, he realized his hand was against his crotch, rubbing up and down. “Okay, so what did you think of?”

“B-breasts,” Adam stammered, thinking fast. No way was he going to admit to what he’d thought.

“Good. Now take it and turn it around. Maybe imagine those breasts becoming melons, and then smashing those melons with a hammer, or something else. Just change the image into one that is NOT a turn on.”

Adam shook his head, but did as he was told. Closing his eyes, the image of April reformed, touching herself, and he tried to change it to one of his advanced chemistry teacher, Mr. Jenkins. Her image fuzzed, then came back again as April. He tried harder, but this time when she returned, she was naked, with only her hands covering her private parts. Again, his eyes opened in a rush, and he pulled his hand away from his crotch.

“Hmm, still no good, huh?” April asked, and Adam noticed a slight flush to her skin.

“How do I know this really works for you?” Adam accused. He was frustrated and upset, but above all else, he was horny as hell, and couldn’t relieve himself.