“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? Act like the 18 year old that you are, not a thirteen year old.”
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 couple years 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 at only two years older 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.