Milked and Harvested - A Vespah Story

A boy's sister grows tired of his incessant erections, and his subsequent requests for relief from them by her hand. So, she Vespahs (Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester) him. Just how long can he and his manhood last, under the relentless machine's draining influence, before it takes everything from him..

1 - The Final Straw

 "Ah, sis? S-sorry to interrupt you, but do you suppose that you could..?" James asked, his voice a bit tentative.

 Julie, who was relaxing comfortably on the living room couch, laying out along its length with her shoulders and head propped up on one armrest, looked away from her book and up to her brother. She arched an eyebrow when she saw him, standing before her with his shorts around his ankles, and with his penis, quite rampantly erect, pointed almost directly at her. His hopeful expression faded a bit when Julie's eyes narrowed as she regarded both him and his erection.

 "I took care of you this morning, James." Julie replied, her brows coming together in a mild frown. "It's mom's turn now. Go ask her."

 "I.. I know, and I did." James replied, biting his lip a little and looking worried at his sister's darkening expression. "She's busy making dinner, and said she didn't have time to do both before she had to leave for work."

 Julie's frown deepened as she looked down from her brother's face to his tumescent cock, and she didn't immediately reply.

 "I know it's a bother, and I'm sorry to have to ask, but I really need your help." James said, his face and his tone of voice becoming a bit pleading.

 "Please?" he asked, practically begging, while dipping and raising his body a little. This made his penis bobble up and down at her, in what he obviously thought might be an inviting manner.

 Julie's expression turned a little sour, then she sniffed dismissively at her brother and rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling, in apparent exasperation.

 "Oh, very well." she finally agreed, sighing and shifting her book to her left hand. "I suppose we can't have you running around in such a state. Who knows what sort of trouble you might get into."

 "Jeez, thanks a bunch, sis!" James said, beaming a relieved grin down at her.

 He stepped forward to stand next to his sister, thrusting his erect cock out to meet her raised right hand. Julie grasped his member, her slender fingers feeling soft and warm as they wrapped around him, and began to gently run her loosely gripped fist up and down his shaft.

 "Let me know when you're about to finish." Julie said, her tone of voice mild, as she settled her arm into a steady, slow rhythm. She continued to regard her brother's penis, only inches from her face and bobbing in time with her strokes, for a moment longer, then she went back to reading her book.

 "S-sure." James replied, his voice a little trembly and unsteady from the wonderful sensations his sister's movements were creating within him.

 "Umm, w-what book are you reading?" he asked, after a few moments, his hips beginning to rock slightly in time with her strokes.

 Julie sighed and rolled her eyes again, before looking back up at her brother.

 "The book I'm trying to read, despite the constant interruptions by a certain someone, is Dragonriders of Pern." she replied. "Now, if that is all, I'd quite like to continue it. If you don't mind, that is?"

 "S-sorry!" James said, placatingly, as his sister's grip tightened almost painfully around his flesh for a moment, in evident irritation.

 Julie sniffed again, then returned her gaze to her book, apparently dismissing her brother from her mind as she resumed both reading it and absently stroking his erection.

 James stood there, beside his sister, quietly basking in the feel of her slow, gentle manipulations for several minutes. He tried to be as quiet as he could, so as not to distract her from her reading, but couldn't help the occasional groan or sigh of pleasure from escaping his throat. If his sister noticed them, she didn't seem to mind. Or, perhaps, she simply didn't care.

 Despite her initial irritation at his request, Julie wasn't in any apparent hurry to finish her chore, and her brother, off, if her slow pace was any indication. The only thing that interrupted her steady rhythm was when she would, every few minutes, take her right hand from his member in order to turn the page of her book. If she hadn't immediately replaced her hand on his cock and resumed her masturbatory ministrations of him, James might have thought she had forgotten him entirely.

 It wouldn't have been the first time, he reflected, as his hips began thrusting slightly more, matching the movements of his sister's hand. Julie had been helping him out for quite some time. Ever since he had started getting such inconvenient and often ill-timed erections, in fact. His sister had grown so accustomed to attending to his needs, now, that it seemed like she scarcely needed to pay any attention to the process of relieving him at all anymore.

 This thought led him, inexorably, to the fondest memory he had of his sister. It was, perhaps, probably his favorite memory, period.

 Whenever his sister or mother (though it was usually his sister, what with his mother being so busy with work these days) relieved him of one of his erections, they usually directed his ejaculate into the nearest beverage container. "After all, why waste it?" his mother had said, when he had first started getting erections. She was an unrepentant tea addict, and, for whatever reason, actually seemed to prefer her beverage of choice when it was leavened with a measure of her own son's semen. His sister, who usually drank either water or fruit juice, followed in their mother's example as well, and James' cum often flowed directly into either her small water bottle, which was a constant companion to her, or a cup of which ever flavor of fruit juice she was drinking (such as the one currently held between her slender thighs, and which he expected to be adding to shortly), whenever she was the one to relieve him.

 If no handy beverage container was available, though, his ejaculate could end up in a wide variety of places, depending on the situation. It wasn't at all unusual, for instance, for his mother to top either her own, or her daughter's, plate of food with James' semen, if he happened to need her help with an erection while she was cooking or serving a meal. His cum had graced many dishes in the house, from pasta to potatoes to pizza, and even garnished salads or been used in place of, or in addition to, mayonnaise in the sandwiches his sister took with her to school for lunch.

 Very occasionally, if nothing else was available and they were in a particularly accommodating mood, his mother or sister might even take his semen into their mouths directly. They would take the head of his manhood between their lips and then suckle on him gently as he came, their tongues tickling and flicking at his tip, collecting, pooling, and then swallowing his essence as it pulsed into their mouths in time with his orgasm. Often, when this happened, and if their attention wasn't otherwise occupied, they maintained eye contact with James while this occurred. Their large, luminous eyes, twinkling in amusement at his state, would bore directly into his as he panted, moaned, and writhed in thrall to his ecstasy.

 His favorite memory was of one of these such occasions. His mother had been absent from the house at the time, so it had been up to his sister, Julie, to provide the relief he had so desperately needed. Unfortunately, it had seemed at the time, she had been engaged in playing her favorite computer game, which had required both of her hands and her complete attention. She had been in no mood to put her own enjoyment on hold in favor of, yet again, seeing to her brother's erection.

 He would have waited, if he could have, so his sister could continue to play her game, but his need had been particularly dire that day, and it had compelled him to seek relief from it as quickly as possible. His sister had been adamant, though, refusing to interrupt her game for even the relatively few minutes it would have taken to bring her brother to orgasm. Finally, a compromise had been reached, as Julie, ever the clever one, had come up with a solution that would allow both of their desires to be served. She had simply turned her head slightly to the side, never taking her eyes off her game, opened her mouth, and instructed her brother to "Stick that silly thing in, so we can get this over with."

 James, surprised at this, but not at all displeased, had hesitated for only a moment, then had eased the end of his cock into his sister's open, inviting mouth. She, in turn, had then closed her mouth, which had been amazingly warm, soft, and moist, over his head and begun to suck on him, all the while continuing to play her game.

 It had quickly became apparent to James, though, that while his sister had been technically helping him with his erection, most, if not all, of her attention had returned to her game. Her soft, absent suckles had often paused, for moments that sometimes ran into minutes, as she concentrated on particularly challenging portions of gameplay, and had only resumed during the brief lulls that occurred whenever the computer had loaded a new area of play.

 Rather than be disappointed by his sister's evident lack of enthusiasm, James had actually been quite elated. Most of the time, when one of the women in his household relieved him, they tried to be as quick and efficient about the process as possible, so they could get back to whatever they had been doing before James' erection had interrupted them. He couldn't blame them for their usual haste, but cherished the occasions when they took a slower approach to relieving him, and he hardly ever got to experience the joys of his sister's or his mother's mouths. Even when he did, it was always only briefly, after he had been brought to the brink by normal hand stimulation. To be able to spend so long in Julie's mouth had been heavenly, even as it had felt like the sweetest torture, being repeatedly stimulated and then ignored by her soft lips and warm tongue.

 Unfortunately, all good things have to eventually come to an end, and, after nearly half an hour of intermittent licking, sucking, and slowly building tension, he had finally released himself into his sister's mouth, gasping quietly as he did so. He'd trembled in pleasure as she had worked her mouth around his cock head, her tongue pressing it firmly against the roof of her mouth as she'd swallowed his ejaculate, and he had closed his eyes and sighed, in utter contentment, as she had given his penis a few final soft suckles.

 And then, she had given him a few more.

 And then a few more, along with several slow caresses from her tongue.

 James had blinked in surprise at this, opening his eyes as he came back to himself, beginning to recover from his orgasm. He had expected Julie to spit his member out as soon as he'd finished in her mouth, glad to be done with the task of relieving him, but she'd continued on as she had before. It was as if she hadn't, in her video game induced distraction, even noticed that he had come at all. Scarcely believing his luck, James had left the head of his cock in place inside his sister's mouth, and she had dutifully, if irregularly, continued to suck and lick at it. His penis had never even had the chance to go flaccid.

 His second orgasm had taken even longer to achieve than the first, much to James' delight. Additionally, his sister's game had evidently become increasingly difficult, if her frequent groans of disappointment, or hums of pleasure at accomplishing some challenging task, had been any indication. Each time she had made such an exclamation, her throat and mouth had vibrated deliciously, surrounding the tip of his penis in exquisite sensation that had sent shivers shooting up and down him, throughout his body. She had even, during one particularly hard segment, brought her teeth together around his penis, as if she had meant to grit her teeth in concentration. Thankfully, she had managed to restrain herself somewhat, but the feel of her small, strong teeth trapping his flesh between them, just behind the flared ridge of his cock head, had been amazing, and had been accompanied by a particularly powerful series of sucks and hums.

 This, finally, had pushed him over the edge for the second time, and he had again shot pulse after pulse of his semen into his sister. He'd sprayed his cum all over the roof and back of her mouth generously as he had ejaculated, due to the additional force the pressure of her teeth on his shaft had created.

 This, apparently, had been enough to finally remind Julie of what she'd been doing with her mouth. She had blinked up at him in surprise, her mind still obviously distracted by her game, then had seemed to realize that her task was complete. She'd swallowed around his cock head again, gulping down her brother's cum once more, had given his penis tip a final suckle and lick to make sure it was clean, and had then released it from between her teeth, letting it slide from her mouth.

 "Geez, that took forever." she'd grumped, after clearing her throat several times.

 "God, Julie.." James had said, weakly, as his trembling legs had given out from beneath him and he'd plopped down on his bottom in front of her, his knees spread wide.

 "Th.. That was amazing." He'd said, as he shook his head, trying vainly to clear it of the after effects of his second, even more powerful orgasm. "Thank you!"

 "Oh." Julie had replied, apparently pleasantly surprised, and a little amused, by the obvious sincerity of his gratitude. "Oh, well, you're welcome, James."

 James always tried to show his appreciation of his sister's efforts, since she was usually so accommodating of his needs, but he had felt that, on this occasion at least, mere thanks weren't sufficient.

 "Is.. Is there anything I can get you? Do you for you?" he'd asked, as he had looked up at her from the floor, blinking his eyes blearily.

 Julie had stiffened slightly in her chair, caught off guard by his offer. She'd gazed down at him for a moment, as he had been then, sprawled half naked at her feet with his legs akimbo, erection slowly subsiding, then she had grown slightly pink in the cheeks and ears, for some reason. She had shaken her own head, as if to clear it of an unwanted thought, and then had shifted in her seat a little, bringing her legs closer together and pressing her thighs tightly against one another.

 "Ah, j-just a glass of water, I guess, to clear my throat." she had finally replied, her flush deepening.

 James, who had been slightly confused by his sister's apparent distress, but eager to please, had rushed off to get her what she asked, while she had returned to playing her game.

 A particularly powerful shiver of pleasure coursed through him, bringing James back to the present, where his sister was concentrating on reading her book, while also absently stroking his erection. Julie's grip and pace had remained steady while he had been reminiscing, and it was bringing him inexorably closer to release.

 He focused his attention, as much as he could anyway, through his building orgasm, on his sister's form. He wasn't sure that it was appropriate for him to do so, and it made him feel a little funny to think on it, but she really was quite an attractive girl. Beautiful, even.

 Though a bit older than he was, Julie was now beginning to lose the race for height with him. Her body, like their mother's, was slight. It wasn't so much skinny as it was slim, gracefully so, and her lean, coltish limbs and slender torso were balanced by appealing, feminine curves. Her face was quite pretty, as well. Nearly elfin, in fact, with soft, pouty lips; a cute, pert little snub of a nose covered by a small spray of freckles; and eyes that seemed almost too large for her face; all framed by loose, naturally glossy locks of idly curling hair.

 All of this was on generous display by the casual dress the girl had adopted, for her lazy Sunday afternoon's reading. She wore a brief pair of thin, tight cotton shorts, which James was fairly sure were called "boy shorts", for some reason (he had only ever seen girls wearing them, so the name seemed a bit odd to him), that showcased the smooth skin of her long, lean thighs and shapely calves quite nicely. Her top consisted only of a loose, shortened tank top that did little to conceal her upper torso or taut abdomen.

 In fact, James realized, the small pair of shorts and the short tank top might very well be the only clothing his sister was wearing at all. He could easily see the tops and sides of her shapely, if smallish breasts(the diminutive size of which might be considered the girl's only fault by some, but which James actually thought quite nicely complemented the rest of her body), which her top did a rather poor job of concealing, and the way the tight fabric of her shorts was stretching made him think that she might not be wearing anything beneath them, either.

 Feeling an odd thrill, James leaned in a little closer over his sister, his eyes questing curiously over her body. He could, if he moved his head just right, see almost completely down her top. Her soft breasts rose and fell gently with her every respiration, and, on each exhale, he could, just barely, see a tantalizing hint of their pink tips.

 Distracted by the fascinating display of his sister's lovely form before him, he quite forgot to give the reading girl the warning she had requested at the beginning of their session. Abruptly, surprising James nearly as much as Julie, his hips bucked sharply and he began spurting semen, quite forcefully, all over her.

 "Gah!" Julie exclaimed, disgusted, as the first surge of ejaculate splattered over her cheek and into her right eye.

 The girl, taking another spurt across her nose and lips before she could flinch away, instinctively raised her free hand, the one holding her book, to shield herself from her brother's spraying cum. The remaining streams of semen, each jet a little less powerful than the last, thoroughly coated the tome's cover, before eventually trailing off. The last few feeble, pathetic squirts only managed to dribble out onto her chest, some on her tank top, and the rest onto the bare tops of her breasts.

 Julie, her brother's cock in one hand, still holding the book before her as a shield in the other, sat, completely stunned, for a few moments. Finally, her shock at her unexpected soaking subsiding, she angrily spat out a blob of semen and glared up at her brother, who's face was still slack in post orgasm rapture.

 "James, you jerk!" she exclaimed, her growing outrage obvious by the flush beginning to creep across her cum splattered face and chest. "I told you to tell me before you finished!"

 "I.. uh.." James stammered, trying to collect himself. "S-sorry, Julie.. I.."

 "Sorry?" Julie practically shouted. "You got it all over me, you.. you.."

 Apparently unable to come up with appropriately heinous insult, the girl settled for whacking her brother across the penis with her book, using her grip around his organ as leverage to make the strike hit home even harder that it would have without.

 "Ah! Ow! Julie, please!" James begged, as his sister whacked him on the cock several more times. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

 "And this is a borrowed book!" Julie raged, as she raised the object in question for another strike. "Alice is going to be thrilled to get this back with cum-stains all over it, you stupid jerk."

 Julie's final blow, right on the tip of her brother's penis, with the stiff spine of the book, was enough to make the boy collapse, in pain, backwards onto his butt. His manhood pulled free from his sister's grasp as this happened, and James quickly scrambled backwards, away from her and her biblio-bludgeon, desperately apologizing.

 His attempts to stand were thwarted by his shorts, which were tangled around his ankles. Finally, though, he managed to fumble himself upright, and, with one last fearful backward glance and another hasty apology, he awkwardly fled the room.

 Julie sat on the couch sputtering in outrage, glaring after her brother with just one eye, as the other was squinted shut against the irritating sensation of being bathed in semen. Her brother's cum was beginning to ooze downwards across her skin, sliding its way down her cheeks and nose, over her lips, and into her mouth. The splatters on her bare chest were running as well, most slipping along the slopes of her breasts into her modest cleavage. With a final noise of disgust, she flung her book down and got up off the couch. She stalked out of the room, fuming all the while, obviously intent on finding the nearest shower and a change of clothes.

2 - Dinner Conversation

 Dinner, which consisted of sausages, potatoes, and salad, just a few minutes later, was awkward for James. Julie was staring daggers at him from across the table, freshly showered and still apparently incensed, and even his mother seemed a little cold towards him.

 "Julie told me what you did to her earlier, James." Their mother finally said to him, breaking the tense silence.

 "Umm.." James started, blushing in embarrassment and shame. "I-it was an accident, really. I didn't mean to do it."

 "Well, whether or not you intended for it to happen, it still happened." James' mother said, her voice disappointed and disapproving. "You need to apologize to her, I think."

 "I did.." James replied, his voice trailing off and growing faint when he saw the level, unamused look his mother gave him as he spoke.

 "Apologize properly." She instructed, firmly, while cutting off a piece from her grilled sausage. She then speared it with a fork, before popping it into her mouth and chewing it up, looking at her son steadily the whole time.

 James gulped, then turned to his sister.

 "I.. I'm sorry, Julie." he said, fumbling the words a little. "I shouldn't have done.. done what I did to you."

 "What was it, exactly, that you did to her? What is it that you're apologizing for?" James' mother prompted, before chewing up another piece of sausage.

 "I'm sorry for.." he said, his flush growing deeper. "..f-for coming all over you."

 Julie said nothing to this and continued to glare at him, apparently unmoved by his words.

 "It was rather rude of you, James. Julie was going out of her way to help you, after all, and it was a very poor way to repay her for her efforts on your behalf."

 "Yes, mom." James agreed, glumly.

 "Well, this also brings us along to the other thing I wanted to discuss, before I have to go to work tonight. Your teacher, Mrs Stevens, called me today." James' mother said, frowning at him. "Apparently, you've gone to her three times this week, during lunch breaks, for relief."

 "Uh.. yeah, I guess so.." James said, a little timidly.

 "Well, while Mrs Stevens is happy to help out a student on occasion, when they haven't any other convenient alternative, her primary job is to teach you, James." James' mother stated, her tone becoming a bit severe. "Not to attend to your every silly little erection. She wanted me to ask you to start being a little more proactive in getting help from your female classmates and peers, rather than going to her and taking up her valuable lunch time every day."

 James blushed, looking away from his mother's eyes, and picked at his salad unhappily.

 "Well?" his mother asked.

 "It's just.." James began, looking a little frustrated and flustered. "It's just that she's so much better at it than most of the girls in my class. And the girls who are pretty looking.. er, I mean, good at it, are usually swamped by all the other boys each lunch."

 "Ugh, I know what that's like." commented Julie, pulling a face at her brother. "Every lunch and recess, a dozen penises get stuck in my face. Like I haven't got anything else I'd rather be doing. And then, I have to come home to my stupid brother and his stupid penis, too."

 "Some of the girls don't hardly ever get asked to do it. So lucky.." Julie finished, trailing off with a jealous pout, while picking at her sausage forcefully.

 "Think of it as a compliment, dear." their mother said, placatingly. "Those other girls probably don't get asked for a reason. Besides, a lady must always be accommodating."

 "Unless, of course, the one they're accommodating proves to be so boorishly rude that they don't deserve help." James' mother said, looking pointedly at her son, who ducked his head, shamed. "Now, finish up your dinner quickly, James. Your sister wanted to talk to me in private before I go to work in a few minutes."

 "Yes, mom." James responded, not looking up from his food.

 A few minutes later, after he had rinsed his plate and cutlery off in the sink and just as he was leaving the dining room, he glanced back at his mother and sister. They had their heads together and were talking in low voices, glancing at him occasionally and frowning.

 He wondered just what they might be talking about.

3 - The Last Breakfast

 Unfortunately, he got another erection right before he went to bed that night. He tried to approach his sister with it, hoping that she had perhaps forgiven him his earlier lapse, but was quite firmly rebuffed by the girl.

 "No way, you dumb jerk." Julie had yelled at her brother, as he stood timidly in her doorway, his pajama bottoms pulled down to reveal his erect cock. "Go take care of it yourself!"

 "I.. I can't!" James protested, pathetically. "You know I can't. I'm not allowed to!"

 It was true, too. When he had first started getting erections, he had, not knowing any better, taken care of them on his own, reveling in the new, amazing sensations his maturing body could now produce. His mother had eventually caught him, however, and been quite severely disappointed in him. She had demonstrated her disappointment by taking up one of her hairbrushes and giving him the first, and so far only, paddling he had ever received in his life.

 She hadn't paddled his bottom though.

 No, it was far worse. She had bent him over, clenched her hand around his testicles and still erect penis, tugged them out from between his legs, and whacked him, and them, sternly with the flat side of her hairbrush, over and over, until he was bawling, crying, and begging for mercy. It hadn't taken many wacks.

 The lesson had been harsh, but it had stuck with him. Especially since he hadn't been able to wash himself without wincing for over a week afterwards, and had still been walking a little funny, bowlegged and slow, for even another week after that.

 He wasn't, besides while urinating or during a shower or bath to clean himself, allowed to touch his manhood in any way. Nor were any of the other boys he knew allowed to do so either, as they all had shared with him stories similar to his own. The lucky ones had had mothers who had warned them before hand what would happen should they touch themselves, but the majority, like James, had learned the hard way.

 His sister's sympathy for his plight was nonexistent, however, and she bounded up off her bed and slammed the door to her room in his face. She did it so suddenly, in fact, that he only barely got his penis out of the way in time. It nearly got caught between the door, as it snapped shut loudly, and the jam.

 So, he went to bed that night with an erection, one fueled by the memory of his sister's lovely little breasts, and pink tips of which he had caught so brief a glimpse of. An erection which he could do absolutely nothing about. He was able to sleep, eventually, but it had been an uncomfortable ordeal, waiting for the turgid rod of hot flesh standing up from his groin to subside on its own.

 It returned the next morning, of course, rising with the sun like always, much to his dismay.

 His mother was home again but fast asleep, and would be for hours still, since she had worked so late into the night. That meant, if he wanted to get rid of his erection any time before the morning break at school, that his only alternative was to ask his sister. She was, however, still quite unhappy with him.

 She looked at him with narrowed, calculating eyes, from across the dining table, over her freshly poured bowl of milk and cereal.

 "Ugh.. I suppose." she finally said, with an aggravated sigh and a shrug of her shoulders. "Get up on the table and kneel down on your hands and knees. I want this to be as easy as possible for me."

 She muttered something else to herself, of which James could only make out a part of, as he climbed onto the table. What he did manage to catch sounded worryingly like "..one last time."

 James did as his sister asked, with his bottom facing her and his feet and ankles hanging off the edge of the table to either side of her. His erect cock and hanging ball sack dangled down between his legs, exposed and easily accessible for his sister.

 Julie, still sitting in her chair at her place, grasped her brother's member firmly in hand and began pumping it. It immediately became apparent that she wasn't in any mood coddle him or his organs. Judging by the strong, almost painful grip she had his cock in, and the speed at which she was running her hand up and down it, she was trying to get him to orgasm and ejaculate as quickly as possible, whether he found the process particularly enjoyable or not.

 Indeed, she was pumping his member so forcefully and quickly that it was causing his hanging scrotum to bob up and down, quite rapidly, as well. Unfortunately, it was bouncing in counterpoint to his sister's motions, which meant that as her fist, closed around his shaft, was coming up, his balls were headed downwards. After a few seconds of this, it began to feel like his sister was slapping, or even lightly punching, his testicles with her every rapid pump of his shaft.

 If the slapping of her brother's balls against her knuckles didn't alert her to his predicament, then the pained grunts James started issuing in time with her movements did. Sighing again, Julie moved her free hand to support the organs, holding them in the cup of her hand. Her loose grip quickly firmed around them though, and rather painfully, as James wayward testicles continued to try to bounce and bobble around.

 James was now starting to reconsider his request, feeling that perhaps dealing with an errant erection for a few hours might not have been so bad after all, compared to the rough treatment he was currently receiving at the hands of his sister. He wondered if she, in her continuing ire at him, was going to "waste" his semen when it came, letting it shoot out and splatter onto the table top or floor, rather than into a beverage as usual. She had done so a few times in the past, letting his cum go to waste. One of his more unusual relief sessions with his sister, and another one of his favored memories, was of just such an occasion.

 He had approached Julie then, just like he had the evening before, with an erection only a bit before bedtime. His sister had been in the bathroom, and his tentative knock on the door had been answered by an aggressively annoyed sigh, audible even through the wood of the closed door, and her voice saying: "Oh, come in, I suppose."

 She had apparently bathed and showered just a few minutes before hand, because she had been wearing only a rather thin, rather damp, white towel, which had been wrapped securely around her torso and tucked into itself just above her modest bosom. The towel had been small enough that it had only barely reached her thighs, the bottom edge resting only a inch or two below the meeting point of her lean legs and her rounded bottom, and it had done little to hide her lovely form from view.

 She had been holding her spread hands out before her, blowing carefully on the nails of her fingertips, obviously trying to dry the shiny, wet, colorful polish she had just applied to them.

 "I suppose you'll be wanting me to do something about that, then." Julie had said, quirking an eyebrow up questioningly as she had glanced down at her brother's jutting erection.

 "Uh, please." James had replied, while gulping at the humid heat of the bathroom, as well as at the sight of his sister, hair damp and combed back, so fresh from the shower.

 "Well, I can't use my hands right now." Julie had said, as she had flipped her hands around to show her brother the newly applied nail polish.

 "Um.. Perhaps you could..?" James had begun to suggest, hopefully, while looking meaningfully at his sister's mouth and lips.

 "I don't think so, buster." Julie had replied, with an amused smirk and narrowed eyes. "I've already brushed my teeth for bedtime, and I don't want to have to endure your aftertaste for the rest of the night. So, we'll have to do it some other way."

 "Oh." James had replied, with a frown of consternation. "Um, how do you want to do it, then?"

 Julie had just stared at him, and at his erection, for a few moments, apparently considering, before her smirk had grown into a grin.

 "I've had an idea. Sit on the floor." she had instructed.

 "What? Why the floor?"

 "Just do it." Julie had said firmly, while rolling her eyes in exasperation.

 James had complied, a little hesitantly, lowering himself to the tiled bathroom floor.

 "Now, spread your legs nice and wide, then lean back on your hands a little."

 James had done so, feeling distinctly vulnerable, sitting on his bare bottom on the floor, at his sister's feet, with his crotch and legs spread wide before her, leaning back onto his hands. His testicles, in that position, had rested lightly on the smooth tiles of the floor, which had actually felt surprisingly warm. His turgid cock had jutted out over them, parallel with and slightly above the level of the floor.

 "What.. What are you going to do?" James had asked, with a worried frown creasing his brows, as he had looked up past his sister's long, bare legs and damp towel-covered torso to her grinning face.

 "Just hold still." Julie had instructed.

 Then she had stepped on his penis.

 She hadn't used much of her weight, barely a fraction of it, in fact, but it had surprised James, nonetheless. He had yelped and jumped a bit, startled, but the pressure of his sister's foot pinning his cock to the floor had prevented him from moving away.

 "Quit squirming, you whiner." Julie had said, as she leaned a little more of her weight onto her brother's flesh, her grin breaking into an open smile, one which showed a lot of teeth. "You're the one who asked for this, after all."

 Then, she had begun stroking her small foot back and forth along his length, while keeping the downward pressure on him steady, masturbating him against the tiles of the bathroom floor.

 The sensation, the feel of the soft bottom of his sister's delicate foot crushing his erection against the hard floor, the pressure of her weight on his most sensitive flesh, had been amazingly intense, and utterly overwhelming. The only thing he had been able to do, as his sister began to lean more and more of her weight on his cock, was to look incredulously back and forth between his trapped manhood and her form looming dominantly over him.

 Julie had looked, from that angle, clad in only the thin, damp towel, exquisitely feminine. Her long, bare legs, the muscles of her thighs and calves rippling attractively beneath her skin as they flexed and contracted to maintained her balance upon him, were a sight so alluring that it had instantly burned itself into his memory. Her hips, hugged tightly by the wet towel, which only barely reached down to cover her pubis, had rocked and shifted mesmerizingly, back and forth, in time with her shifting weight. Her slim arms had been held out gracefully, also helping to keep her balance, and her small, shapely shoulders and heaving bosom had been quivering with suppressed laughter. She had been nearly giggling, her amusement at his state quite evident, at the effects her efforts were having on her him.

 James himself had been, by that point, shuddering and shivering, almost uncontrollably, as his sister's weight had bore down upon the head and shaft of his penis. Almost her entire mass, slight as she was, had been all resting on him, and she had still been shifting her foot back and forth, stroking his member. The pain of the pressure his flesh had been under, though less than he would have expected, had actually added to, and significantly increased the intensity of, the pleasure he had also been experiencing.

 After only a few minutes of this treatment, sitting at and under Julie's feet, he had gasped and bucked, heaving his torso forward and wrapping his arms around his sister's thighs. He had hugged his chest to them tightly, and buried his head against her towel covered crotch, as he had come. His semen had burned hotly inside of him, as it had tried to escape past the crushing weight holding his urethra almost entirely shut. Only when Julie had leaned back a bit onto her other leg, relieving some of the stifling pressure on his cock, had his cum finally been able to bubble weakly out of him, to pool thickly at the end of his penis as his orgasm began to subside.

 After another minute or two, during which time the only thing he had been able to do was gasp weakly and shiver, holding himself upright only by his grip around his sister's thighs, James had finally released her legs and leaned back once more onto his hands. He had looked up to his sister's face, which had an expression of amused triumph to complement the hot flush spreading over it, while his own features had been still loose and slack in shocked reaction to the power of the orgasm he had just experienced.

 "Well, I'd say that's done it." Julie had said, her tone smugly amused. "You got cum all over the bottom of my foot though, James."

 "S.. Sorry.." James had replied, while shaking his head, his words a little slurred.

 "Oh, that's all right, I suppose." Julie had replied, her tone airily and unconcerned, still grinning. "Hold still while I clean it off."

 Then she had raised her foot, the one that had been still pinning his shrinking cock to the floor, and pressed it firmly against her brother's chest. James had fallen onto his back at the pressure she exerted against him, voicing a weak, surprised noise of protest. Then, she had shifted her weight forward, and used the skin of his still slightly shivering and heaving chest to wipe the bottom of her foot clean of his semen.

 "Make sure to clean your mess up." Julie had commanded, while smirking down at him, before she had walked OVER him to leave the bathroom. The last sight he had seen of his sister that night had been the quickest flash, just a bare glimpse, really, of what had been hidden beneath her towel.

 A pang of pain brought him back to the present, out of his pleasant reverie, as his sister's dual grips on both his testicles and shaft strengthened even further.

 "Ah, Julie, please..!" He protested, shifting his hips a little, as if to try to escape his sister's grasp.

 "Quiet, you." Julie replied, her tone pitiless, as she ignored his whimpers and kept up her rapid pumping of his cock.

 Despite the pain, James could feel his climax approaching, and his hips began rocking even as his breathing started coming a little heavier. Julie must have sensed it too, because she gave a short snort of disgust, then heaved a resigned sigh, and released his testicles from her iron grip. She used her now free hand to re-position her bowl of cereal just beneath the tip of her brother's penis, before moving it once again to steady and squeeze his bouncing balls.

 "Of course, you had to ask AFTER I poured the milk in." She grumbled quietly, evidently mostly to herself, as she regarded her cereal. "I'll bet it's all soggy and gross by now."

 After a few more minutes, James finally came. Though it wasn't as pleasant an experience as usual, due to his sister's casually brutal treatment of his flesh, it was still a relief to feel his semen spurting out of him and into her bowl. Julie, still pumping his member, though a bit more slowly and carefully now, guided each separate pulse of his cum to a new location on the surface of her cereal, apparently trying to ensure an even coating of her brother's seed on her breakfast.

 James, after a spending several minutes recovering from his orgasm, eventually sat down at his place at the table and poured a bowl of cereal of his own, and then spent the rest of breakfast avoiding his sister's steady gaze. She just stared at him, with her eyes narrowed and an inscrutable expression on her face, as she slowly ate her meal.

4 - Vespah'd

 Thankfully, and mostly due to a little lingering soreness from Julie's morning ministrations, James managed to go most of the rest of the day without getting an erection. It was only on the way home from school, with his day beginning to look up, that his penis finally decided to rear its head once again. He knew that Julie would probably not be in the mood to help him with it, but he thought that his mother might be a little more understanding and accommodating. He hoped, anyway.

 Alas, it was not to be, though. His mother was quite absent from the house when he got home. His sister had beaten him home by several minutes, but it was readily apparent to him, from the single annoyed glance she shot his way as he entered the house, that he could expect no sympathy or help from her that afternoon.

 He sighed in disappointment, and had just about resigned himself to spending the rest of the afternoon struggling to ignore the demands of his penis, when there was the thump of steps at the front stoop, and then the door bell rang.

 It turned out to be, when James answered the door a moment later, a delivery service driver, holding a clipboard and a moderate size package with an odd logo emblazoned across it. The delivery girl held out the clipboard, which James dutifully signed and returned, then handed him the box. Before she left, she glanced down at the box, apparently taking in the labeling, and then looked back up to James. Then she smirked, obviously amused by something, and told James, while giving him little a wink, to "Have a nice day."

 James, mystified, watched her walk away down the driveway, chuckling quietly to herself, before he shrugged and returned to the inside of the house, carrying the package with him.

 "Hey, Julie!" He called out, his voice loud enough to carry to the rest of the house. "We got a package. Did you order anything, or is it something of mom's?"

 His sister, appearing in the doorway to her room, looked at him with an unreadable expression.

 "It got here already, huh?" She commented, her voice curiously neutral. "That was quick."

 "What is it?" James asked, peering at the box with interest as he handed it to his sister.

 "You'll find out soon enough." She replied, with another inscrutable look at him, then she retreated to her room along with the mystery package.

 "Soon enough" turned out to be less than half an hour later, when Julie appeared, the now opened box cradled in one arm, at the doorway to James' bedroom.

 "Alright, let's take care of that erection." She said, with a small, odd smile playing around the edges of her her mouth.

 "Umm.. Okay. Thank you." James replied, as he rose from his bed with his eyebrows arched in surprise. "What's with the box?"

 "I'm tired of taking care of your penis, brother." Julie stated simply, as she patted the side of the open box. "This is going to relieve me of that burden from now on. Mom, too."

 "What do you mean?" James, raising his eyebrows even further, as he looked skeptically at the box.

 "And, what's a.. a Vespah?" he asked, finally deciphering the stylized label that was plastered all over the package in his sister's hands.

 "An acronym. It stands for Vortex Extracted Semen and, um, something, something..." Julie replied, frowning and waving her hand dismissively. "I forget the rest, but it isn't as important as the first part, anyway."

 "It's an automatic penis milker." she said, beaming happily down at the open top of the box. "It means I won't have to be bothered by your silly cock ever again!"

 "Umm.." James replied, his look of skepticism deepening.

 "I heard about them from one of my friends." Julie said, as she walked over to her brother. "She told me that it worked great on her own brother. So, I figured, let's try it out on you, too."

 "Can't.. Can't we just do it the normal way?" James asked, his voice a little plaintive, as his sister pushed him back down into a sitting position on his bed.

 "No." Julie replied, shortly, as she knelt down before him. "Now hold still."

 "This thing is supposed to be simple to set up, but I don't want you wiggling around to mess it up somehow." she continued, as she began extracting the content of the box.

 What came out first was a small stack of papers, stapled together at the top corner, that looked like assembly instructions. Julie tossed them carelessly onto the bed, apparently uninterested in them.

 "I already read those, so don't worry about them." she instructed, when James reached out for them.

 The device itself came out next. Or, at least, its pieces did. The first piece was a fairly thick band of steel lined with rubber. It was divided into two halves, which were connected together by a sturdy looking hinge, which allowed the halves to close into a full circle. The second piece was a semi-transparent sheath of plastic, which had what looked like circuitry wires, as well as other, less easily definable things, running all through it.

 The third and final piece, and also the largest, was a tube made up of heavy duty, woven steel wire mesh. The mesh was made of flattened, smaller, braided cords of wire, all woven tightly together, so that there was no gaps between them and nothing could be seen through it. The tube was open on one end, and closed on the other, with a small, transparent plastic tube coming out of the closed end. The smaller tube ended in a medium sized phial, which was clipped to one side of the larger, steel mesh tube.

 "Okay, the plastic inner sleeve goes on first." Julie said, after she finished lining up everything between her brother's spread legs, directly in front of his erect penis. "It should be pre-lubricated, so let's see if it fits right."

 Grasping hold of the base of her brother's cock with one hand, and taking up the odd plastic sheath with the other, Julie slipped the open end of the sleeve over the head of James' penis.

 "How's that feel? Is it lubed up enough?" She asked James, as she slid the limp plastic tube all the way to the base of his cock.

 "Uh, it's.. It's alright, I guess. A little cold.." he replied, as he frowned down at the plastic covering his penis.

 "Good. Okay, next is the ring." Julie said, as she picked it up.

 "Um, if that's supposed to go around my dick, I think it's a little too big." James said, as he eyed the device warily.

 "It doesn't go around just your penis, but also your testicles, as well. All the way at the base, so that's why it's so big." Julie replied, as she took a firm grip of her own around her brother's entire manhood.

 She settled the open ring around his flesh, then pushed it as far down towards the base of his penis and scrotum as she could. She then, with her index finger and thumb, pressed the circle closed. It latched together, quite tightly, with a firm little click.

 "Ah..! That's.. a bit too tight, Julie." James complained, as he reached down with one hand and tugged at the circle now trapping his manhood.

 "Stop that." Julie instructed, as she batted his hands away. "It's supposed to be snug, otherwise it'll come off when you go flaccid."

 They both peered down at James' sheathed and encircled manhood for a moment. The rubber lined steel band had settled over the open end of the plastic sleeve, locking it in place along the top and sides of the base of James' penis.

 "Okay, all that's left is the outer sheath. It should hook up to the base ring." Julie said, as she picked up the final part of the Vespah.

 The mesh tube, which seemed to be lined on the inside with something much softer than steel wire, slipped easily over the length of James' already plastic covered penis. Julie lined its open end up with the steel band, pressed firmly against it and twisted the mesh tube clockwise, and the outer sheath clicked solidly home. As it did, it settled its not inconsiderable mass and weight onto James's manhood, tugging gently against the encircled flesh of his cock and balls.

 "Perfect!" Julie said, happily, as she leaned back to take in her accomplishment.

 "It's.. kinda heavy." James said, as he prodded the device now attached so thoroughly to his genitals.

 "That because it's a good, quality milker, not some single use, plastic piece of junk." Julie replied, looking at her brother's groin in satisfaction. "Let's turn it on!"

 Julie fished out one final piece from the box, a small, oddly shaped thing that she clipped to the underside of the mesh tube, just below the small plastic tube and phial, at the base of his cock.

 "Whee, there she goes!" Julie exclaimed excitedly, as the Vespah came instantly to life once its battery clicked home.

 "W.. Wah!" James nearly shouted, as his whole body jumped in reaction to the device that felt like was suddenly squirming around on his cock.

 For Julie, aside from a small green light that lit up on the tip of the machine, there was little to see from the outside. Only the occasional subtle shift or pulse in the outer sheath of the Vespah gave any indication that the thing was active at all, but from the way James suddenly started gyrating and gabbling, it was certainly doing SOMETHING to the boy.

 "Hey, how's it feel?" Julie asked, as she leaned forward to look closely at her brother's suddenly bucking hips and groin.

 "Gah! W-w-wait, thing, wait! Ah, hold on a.. a s-second!" He sputtered, apparently taken completely by surprise, as he tugged fruitlessly at the machine hooked to his manhood.

 "Wow, I guess it feels pretty good." Julie said, mildly amused, as she observed her brother's frantic gyrations. "You never wiggled around this much when I was the one to relieve you."

 "J-Julie, how do you turn this thing off? W-where's the off switch!?" James asked, almost begging, of his sister.

 "Hah, there isn't one!" Julie replied, with a snort of amusement. "The only way to get it to stop is to let it finish."

 "W-w-what!?" James asked, incredulously, as he flopped back onto his bed, still writhing, with his hips beginning to buck faster, almost uncontrollably.

 "Hmm, looks like it isn't going to be much longer, in any case.." Julie murmured, as she stood up off her knees and looked down at her brother.

 Indeed, the boy's wiggling and bucking were building to a frenzied peak, and finally, after only a bare few minutes under the influence of the Vespah, he suddenly gasped, and arched his back, hips, and legs completely off the bed. He came, with his groin thrust up as far as he possibly could, while clenching his bed covers desperately with his hands, his head twitching spastically to one side, with his eyes rolled up into his head. The only noise he made as he orgasmed was a sort of staccato, hitching grunting, as if even his diaphragm and lungs were locked up rigid ecstasy along with the rest of him.

 Julie was able to observe, during the long few seconds when her brother was bowed up into an almost completely motionless, rigid arch, the flow of pearly fluid out of the end of the Vespah. It pulsed through the transparent tube and down into the phial lined up below, and along the underside of, James' mesh covered penis.

 A few seconds later, his ejaculation and orgasm coming to an apparent end, James collapsed back onto his bed, and the green light at the tip of his mesh sheathed penis turned off. His body was still twitching faintly, shivering and trembling in reaction to what the Vespah had just forced him to endure. It took him several more minutes to recover enough to hear his sister's repeated questions.

 "James? James, are you in there?" Julie asked, for what was apparently the second or third time, as she waved a hand back and forth in front of his face. "Well, how'd it feel?"

 Julie's question was a simple one, but, for her brother, its answer was definitely not. The fact of the matter was that it hadn't felt quite like anything he had ever experienced before. Oh, sure, there were familiar elements, such as the insistent suction that had immediately surrounded his entire member, and what had felt like hands, several all at once, grasping and stroking up and down his flesh as well. But the majority of the sensations he had felt had been entirely new and alien to him. For several moments at the beginning, his penis had felt like it was surrounded by pins or needles, each poking into, but not actually piercing, his flesh, then currents of intense sensation and heat had begun to flow back and forth across, as well as up and down lengthwise, his entire cock, from tip to base. The sensations had extended beyond the part of him that was trapped within the Vespah, even, seeming to travel down his shaft and into the very root of his manhood, causing it to tingle and flutter, and making his cock throb and swell larger than it ever had before.

 Even his orgasm and ejaculation had felt odd. The Vespah, it seemed, was not content to merely let his body express his semen as normal, in its usual thick pulses pushed out by his clenching prostate, but actually seemed to suck the cum right out of him. Towards the end, as the machine had tried to extract as much of his essence as it could, his trapped flesh had begun to feel less like a penis and more like a straw, his cock becoming merely an inconsequential conduit for the fluid the Vespah wanted to draw out of him.

 "Gaaghh.." James managed to gurgle, when his voice finally returned to him. "I-it felt.. good."

 "Well, I could tell that much for myself." Julie replied, while rolling her eyes at him.

 "N-no, it felt amazingly good. TOO g-good." James said, as he tried, and failed, to sit himself up.

 He only managed to prop his upper body up on his elbows, and he looked, from that position, down his torso to the gleaming steel machine that still had his cock and balls held firmly within its grasp.

 "I don't think I can take another one like that." he said, while shaking his head emphatically. "Julie, we have to get this thing off me!"

 Julie snorted, covering her mouth with the back of one hand, then began giggling.

 "I'm afraid not, little brother." She said, shaking her own head in mock sadness.

 "Wh.. What? Why not?" James asked, a little desperately.

 "Because they don't come off, ever." Julie replied, gleefully. "At least, not without the key. Which doesn't come with the basic starter package, which is what we got."

 "I-it doesn't come off!?" James said, his desperation growing, as he looked down at the device, horrified.

 "Nope, never ever!" Julie stated, her delight quite evident. "Er, well, at least until.."

 "Until?" James asked, his face becoming hopeful. "Until what?"

 "Don't worry about it." Julie said, waving his question away as she bent down towards her brother's crotch.

 She ran her hands curiously over the Vespah, feeling the strong wire mesh that now covered her brother's penis, and tugged gently on the ring trapping him within it, testing its hold on his flesh. Then she cupped his testicles, which, though still encircled by the ring at the base of his manhood, were otherwise unencumbered.

 "I'm so happy right now. You simply have no idea." Julie said, as she began rolling James' testicles around in their loose sack, fondling him gently.

 "W-why?" James asked, his eyes wide as he at his sister.

 "I'm never going to have to be bothered by your dumb penis, or the gooey, sticky semen these," she replied, as she gave his balls a firm little squeeze, "silly things make ever again. Vespah really IS the best invention. I'll bet that, from now on, I'm going to have a whole hour more of free time each day!"

 "Do.. Did I really take up so much of your time?" James asked, looking a bit unhappy at the thought that he had been inconveniencing his sister so much.

 "I've had to take care of this thing for you at least twice each day, and sometimes three or four times a day, or even more, for ages now. Mom helps when she can, but she has to work so much these days.." Julie said, as she continued to hold her brother's balls in her warm hand.

 "So, this really is for the best, brother." Julie finished, as she bent her head down over his testicles.

 She gave him a couple of soft kisses, on the smooth skin covering each of his sensitive orbs, before releasing his testicles and standing up away from him.

 Perhaps it was the feel of his sister's hands on his balls, for what might be the final time, or, perhaps more likely, it was the sensations of her fluttery breath and farewell kisses against them, but James felt himself, despite the powerful orgasm he had just been compelled to experience only minutes before, begin to grow turgid and erect once more.

 The Vespah hummed quietly, its green light turning on once again, and came back to life.

 "W-what!?" James gasped, as his body spasmed in reaction to the sudden influx of sensations flowing through it. "Again?"

 Julie stood back from him, her hands propped on her slender hips, and threw her head back in glee, as her tinkling laughter filled the room.

 "Every time you get an erection, James!" she said, through her laughter. "Every time! The Vespah will take good care of you from now on."

 With that parting statement, and with a final, satisfied glance back over her shoulder at her squirming and writhing brother, she left him to the tender mercies of Vespah, shutting the door to his room behind her.