It is probably
time to tell you about the last two members of Amanda’s immediate family, her sister Jenna and her
brother, Jon. I’ll tell you what I know from bits and pieces, because we were not in regular
contact with them. Jenna was the most interesting of the sisters to me, in a way. She was a
rebellious one. Not like Amanda who was her own person and went after what she wanted, but more in
the sense of being against the rest of the family, except Jon. She had a special relationship with
Jon and tried to keep him away from their family, and to herself much of the time, as well. There
were moments when she and I were great friends, and others where it was just pretty casual. There
was this time, that I have to look back on in retrospect as significant to my understanding of my
lot with Amanda. Jenna was staying with us for a couple of weeks because she and her roommate had a
falling out and she was in the process of getting set up in a new situation. She was in the kitchen
at the table and I was fixing her some breakfast. She was in a terry cloth robe which came to her
knees and her hair was finger picked out into natural curls. One day you would call it blonde, but
damp today, you would call it light brown. If Kara, Amanda’s oldest sister, looked more like the
father, Carl, and Amanda looked like her mother, Monika, you’d have to say that Jenna was somewhere
in between, a little more boyish in physical looks, body mechanics and mannerisms than either of
them though. It was warm out and I was in a wraparound towel. Not a regular towel that was tucked
in, this was actually a ‘wraparound’ towel with a Velcro band to hold it on. It was meant to be
worn as such, and came to just below mid thigh. Sipping some coffee, with two hands on the cup,
elbows on the table, and legs crossed below, Jenna said, "So how’s it going between you two?" She
had a knowing impish grin. "Just fine. Couldn’t be happier." I said, as I put her breakfast down
before her. "So, then she’s pretty much got you by the balls right?." She said provocatively. "Ah,
what?" I said eyes wide, in a heightened state. "I mean, she has that groin tease thing going, I
bet, doesn’t she?" She said, sensing her target. What could I say to my sister-in-law at this
point. "Uh, what do you mean exactly?" I said, hoping my private life with Amanda was not going to
be on the table for dissection this morning. "Well you know she has had the training, and from the
best." I looked on rapt with anticipation of what she was going to disclose next. "You see, mother
taught us as teens, well Kara and I were teens, how to control men and boys through their gonads. I
bet you didn’t know that, did you?" I shook my head, body frozen everywhere else. "To demonstrate
how it is done, mother brought home a stranger she picked up for the purpose, when father was away
on business. She told us to watch how she could get him to do anything she wanted by controlling
his groin." "Where were Jon and Amanda?" I asked, trying to get the whole picture. "Oh, Jon was on
a camping trip, but Amanda was there." "How old were you all again?" "Well, Amanda was about
twelve, if that is what you’re driving at." "I’m sorry, please go on." I hastened to add. "So,
mother brought in this guy one evening and had him eat dinner with us. We made him feel pretty
uncomfortable because Kara was sort of practice flirting with him, I was pissed at Kara, I suppose,
and Amanda was being a brat, as usual. We would talk to this guy, asking him inane stuff, while
mother sitting to his right, around the corner from him, had her left hand on his crotch. We had to
hold back smiles and giggles, as his body responded to various sensations she was creating. At one
point, he had to back his chair up quickly, putting his napkin over his crotch and ask if he could
speak to her a minute in private. We quickly put our ears to the crack at the kitchen door to
listen to him complain about what mother was doing to him in front of her children. ‘You like me
touching you there, don’t you?’ She asked. ‘Yes.’ He said. ‘You want me to help you cum to relieve
the pressure in those balls of yours, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, but . . .’ ‘Well, let me have my fun and
I’ll see to it that you have yours. Okay?’ Then before he could answer, Kara told us from her
vantage point peering through the gap in the door to the jam, mother was kissing him while cupping
his groin with her hand. They came back and finished dinner with us, but not without a couple more
sudden small rises from his seat. We all moved to the living room where we talked a bit. He wanted
to be alone with Mother, but she never cleared us from the room. She put on some music and asked
him to dance with her. Kara and I started dancing too, and your Amanda sat at the edge of the
couch, knees together, elbows on knees, chin in hands, feeling sorry for herself, until Kara and I
asked her to join us. Dancing as three was awkward, so we just circled the couple joining hands in
a ring, skipping around like a carousel. Mother started unbuttoning his shirt and he tried to stop
it so her hand went to his groin again and he kissed her while she continued to remove his shirt.
Then she went for his belt, zipper, and pants. He tried holding the open pants up by the sides, but
mother had her hand cupping his balls, and said, ‘I’ll let go, if you don’t let go.’ And, he
dropped his pants. Amanda crouched into the circle and pulled them out of the way. His pole was
sticking straight out of his boxers at Mother’s belly, and he tried to have it rub on the materiel
of her dress, but she would continue to back out of its way. We all climbed back up on the couch
and she said, ‘Now off with the shorts.’ He said, ‘No, not in front of your kids.’ ‘Are you sure?’
She said, as she was tugging on his balls trough the opening as one might milking a cow, only not
as forcefully. He pulled down his shorts, fearful she would stop touching him there. Hid hands went
to cover his crotch area from our view, but even with two hands, his boner wouldn’t let him cover
up completely. ‘That’s it, touch it for us.’ mother said, the opportunist that she was then. ‘But,
but, . . .’ He stammered. ‘You are aching for relief aren’t you?’ She said, ‘Well, move those hands
on it." Meanwhile, my cock was raging hard through the overlap of the towel, as I listened in
trance to her story. "He began to glide his hand on his dick while he cupped his balls, aching for
relief, with the other, growing oblivious to the female audience in the room. ‘Show the girls what
a big strong man like you does to get the relief he needs, with his hands.’ mother said, cheering
him on. ‘That’s it. Faster. Faster. That’s it. Oh that’s nice. Yes. Faster. Yes. . . . Good job!’
She finally said as he lunged into his hand over and over again shooting his goo at mother who
avoided it with the grace of a matador." "What happened then?" I said. "Could I have some more
coffee please?" She said holding out her cup. When I got up to get her the coffee, my wraparound
was tented out obscenely. She just took advantage enough of the situation to enjoy a quick peek by
pulling the flap aside for a second while I poured, and smiled to herself. I quickly sat down again
red faced to hide the offending organ from view. Realizing my embarrassment, she continued without
a further prompting from me. "Well, mother wanted to have some more fun with the guy for our
education, but he was so embarrassed that he collected his things and dressed in the hall, mother
thanked him for the wonderful evening and sent him on his way." "Did you ever see the guy again?"
"No, apparently he wanted to see her again, even if we would have been in the picture, but it
wasn’t Mother’s plan. She explained to us how you can get a man to do just about anything you want
him to do if you stimulate his sexual urges and keep him stimulated. But, once you let him cum,
you’ve lost him until he has the urge and comes around again for more later. So, that’s how I know
Amanda ‘has you by the balls’." All I could do or say at this point was swallow hard. "I bet I
could make you do anything I wanted you to do by touching your balls." She dared. My body shivered
at the thought. "I’m sure you’re right. I guess Amanda does have me under control." I confessed,
trying to end it right there. After that, I asked Amanda many questions about Jenna. It turns out,
according to her, that Jenna had a "special" relationship with Jon. It was Amanda’s guess that Jon
was Jenna’s experimenting partner. They became inseparable, and Jenna moved to where Jon went to
college. She introduced Jon to his wife and then moved on to her own thing. She still keeps in
touch with him more than the others do, even Monika. Amanda had one experience to tell her that her
suspicions from a series of circumstantial instances, were true. Back when Jon was fourteen or
fifteen and Jenna was sixteen or seventeen, Amanda was spying on them, curious, because they were
often evasive, secretive, and wouldn’t let her play with them. Jon was at a pretty horny period in
his life. Heck, what male growing up with those four lookers wouldn’t be. Jenna was confused about
boys, and was curious how to deal with their behavior toward her. She ended up being mostly angry
at them. So with Jon she had a safe laboratory to figure it all out for herself. By the time Amanda
had decided to hide in Jenna’s closet and watch through the louvered slats and crack between the
double doors, Jenna was up to dressing Jon in her bra and panties, teasing him mercilessly and
having him bring her to many orgasms with his tongue, before letting him cum in front of her,
acting bored with her obligation. Amanda was certain they never had intercourse together, because
they all knew in her family that Jenna was into women, not men. That was confirmed by us directly
one day at the nude beach in our neck of the woods. Amanda and I were there for the day. She wanted
to put a silken covered elastic band around my cock and balls to present me to the world "in
style". These fit snugly, but not too tight, to lift and separate my balls from my body for better
display. They are conversation starters at my expense. She has a collection of them with different
colors and inscriptions, such as "Buy the balls - See owner", "Handle With Care", and "In case of
fire, grab hose". This one had "Your Serve!" on it. I protested because of the tan of line, really
because of the humiliation of everyone wanting to look closely to read it, but Amanda said, "And
your point is?" She followed with, "I’ll just have you wear it when we are walking around. When you
swim or sun bathe, it can come off." So we were walking south on the beach, with the hot sun baking
our bodies, with couple we met there. I was trying to be polite and look past Amanda at them to let
them know I was a part of the conversation too, but I was also trying to take in as much of the
scenery as well. When I was looking to my right, I heard, "Watch out!" Then wham! A Frisbee hit me
square across my uplifted nuts. My knees buckled to the ground and I doubled over holding my nuts
and my aching stomach, trying to relax my body enough to take in a breath so I wouldn’t pass out.
An attractive woman, with very short hair, ran up to me asking me if I was okay. I replied, "I
don’t know. The pain is fierce." "Here, come over to our spot, and I can get you a bag of ice for
that." She said, and joined Amanda, each holding an arm to help keep my balance along the way. Her
"spot" was three blankets and six women couples, with beach gear and coolers. Two were in the
throws of making out, when we were approaching. The lady holding my arm said, "Cool it gals. In
coming wounded." They stopped kissing, undid their embrace, and the woman on top took her hand off
the other woman’s snatch. When the woman on the bottom caught her breath and looked up at Amanda
and me, she made a surprised scream with wide open mouth. Then scrambled to sit up for a moment
then stand, brushing the sand off of her butt. Amanda was laughing into her hand at her sister
Jenna’s surprise and embarrassment. Jenna walked up to her half smiling and shoved her shoulder,
saying, "Hey what are you laughing at?" She looked over at me in sort of an overcompensating male
posture, and said "What brings you guys here?" While she looked me up and down, finally fixating on
my hands holding my nuts.

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 "Did Amanda discipline her naughty boy on the beach?" She said teasingly.
"No, Fancy Jugs, one of your friends nailed him hard with a Frisbee just now." Amanda retorted. The
first lady appeared with a sandwich bag of ice and told me to sit down and put it on. Jenna
crouched down and stopped my hand with the bag of ice, "No, wait. Let me see it first." She looked
at the band and said, "Amanda’s work, right?" I nodded. "Mandy, you never cease to amaze me." She
looked around, "Don’t you all think it would be better if this came off at this point?" There went
another member of this family treating me in a humiliating third person way. "I’ll do it." I
quickly said. Jenna tilted me back so I had to catch myself with my arms behind me to prevent my
fall. Then she put her hands under my balls and caught the tips of her fingers in the edge of the
band. But, instead of getting a good grip to expand the band, she ended up rolling it a turn,
inside out onto my aching balls at the backs. My arms shot up to cover them, my back hit the
blanket, and Jenna tried several times to get her hands in to correct her mistake, while I wailed
on the ground. She got the band to inside out again across the front on the injured balls and then
she was able to slip it off. I could only roll onto my side in a fetal position holding my balls
with both hands in agony for minutes, oblivious to the watching eyes and the conversation about me.
Jenna kneeled next to me the whole time with her hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me
apologetically. Amanda had walked the couple, who had been walking with us, back to the water’s
edge, and said good bye to them. Then she came back to sit with me too. The two of them took the
time to catch up on family stuff, droned on about various sister subjects, and I nearly went to
sleep. Before I drifted totally off, Amanda nudged me, "Hey Mr. Sleepyhead, lets go." Jenna and her
friends were mostly dressed and wanted Amanda and me off of their blanket so they could go. I guess
I was a damper on their fire. Jenna hugged us both and left. Then there was this time that Amanda
was invited over to Jenna’s to a party for Michelle. Michelle was a cousin about Jon’s age but was
friends with both Jenna and Amanda. She always liked Amanda, and included her when they played,
many times over Jenna’s objections, when they were all growing up. We dressed in summer attire, me
in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with sandals and Amanda in a sleeveless white cotton top and pink
short shorts, with sandals. Amanda, in usual fashion, to keep me thinking of her and semi excited
while I mingled, put on of those silk or satin covered bands around my cock and balls. This time
the inscription read, "Slippery When Wet". When we arrived at Jenna’s door, she smiled at Amanda
and gave her a hug, while looking at me politely. Then I got an obligatory family hug, and we
followed inside to the party. When we got in back, I discovered just why that was. The guests were
all women, seven of them. With Michelle canceling out Amanda, I made a ninth wheel on an eight
wheeler. When I got the chance, I whispered to Amanda that I thought it would be best if I left.
"Not on your life." She said, grabbing my arm. "Do you see the way those two women over to the
right are looking at me?" "I think the invitation was just for you. I don’t think it included me.
It’s not a couples thing." "Oh, it’s a couples thing all right, I can make out three right now."
She said. "Did I say ‘make out’?" We tried to hide our private laugh. Jenna walked us around and
made introductions. I can’t remember their names very well, but I’ll sure remember Michelle. I
won’t be able to tell you the family structure that makes her a cousin, but the branches on that
family sure have delectable fruit. She had dreamy blue/gray eyes and an alluring face framed by
long brown hair. She was about Amanda’s height, like 5’7" or maybe a little less at 5’6". She had a
compact body, maybe 34-35 x 25 x 34. As I would see later, her exquisite long legs ended
artistically in nicely shaped hips and rear end. The party was a way for Jenna to have Michelle
meet her friends, on this long over due visit. Amanda was invited because Jenna wouldn’t have heard
the last of it if she hadn’t at least been contacted. No reason in particular why the oldest
sister, Kara wasn’t there. As the evening wore on, I would occasionally notice one or two of the
women looking at me in ways that made me feel like an unwitting symbol of a stereotype that
displeased them. Amanda, on the other hand, would clutch me close when guests would do things like,
come up to her and rub their fingers up and down the outside of her arm, and ask if they could get
her a refill of what she was drinking. Michelle, who acted aware of all of the layers of the
evening, came up to Amanda and asked her to the side for a more private conversation. "A beautiful
woman like you, Amanda, should be used to people reacting to your beauty. What’s the difference
whether it is a man or a woman?" She challenged in an understanding tone. "As long as it doesn’t
lead to anything you feel uncomfortable doing, what is wrong with going with the flow of the
moment?" "It is just creepy to me. The attention is designed to stimulate reciprocal sexual
feelings, and it just doesn’t do anything for me, that’s all. I’m happily married to a devoted
husband, and life is good for me that way." Said Amanda openly. "Amanda, would it shock you if I
told you that, I’ve always been attracted to you, since I was a teenager?" Amanda was stunned like
an animal caught between fright or flight. "We have always been great friends, and you never let my
attraction for you get in the way of our having fun together, have you?" Amanda had no option but
to respond "No." "I think it is probably that I always respected that, you only like doing things
on your own terms, and since you hadn’t developed signs of feeling the same way toward me, I had to
accept that about you and be content with just palling around. Does that make sense to you?" "Well,
yes. I always appreciated your friendship and consideration for including me with the things you
were into. I knew that you were going out of your way to be nice to me when Jenna and Kara thought
I was a brat or a bore." "It seems to me that you could let these people here tonight show you
considerations because they find you attractive too. You can relax in knowing that nobody here,
that I have met, would have you do anything other than on your terms." She said assuringly. "Now,
that husband of yours, is there anyway we could change his gender for the evening?" She said to get
a laugh. "You know, he would look pretty good as a woman." They touched each other’s hands and
laughed. Amanda and Michelle returned. Then Amanda pulled me aside to talk in private. "Hey, are
you ready to go yet?" I asked hopefully. "No, Sweetie. I’ve just had a talk with Michelle and she
would be heartbroken if I let right now." "Well then, at least I should go. I am single-handedly
putting a damper on things despite my best efforts not to." "Maybe you are, and maybe we can do
something about that, but I am not letting you out of my sight. I need you to protect me." She
said, stimulating my natural urge to protect my woman. "I’ve got an idea. Maybe you’ll even find it
enjoyable." Well, that didn’t come across too motivating. As it turned out, Amanda and Jenna fixed
me up in Jenna’s friend, Pat’s bikini swimsuit and a wig. Having shaved off all of my body hair,
and adding a little make up, I felt like a clown at a pervert’s circus. They walked me out, each
grabbing an arm, to the group in back. Jenna announced, "Anybody for a swim?" The conversational
din turned silent, then some laughter at my expense, then a few congratulations from Michelle and
one other for being such a sport. Amanda and Jenna took off all of their clothes and took me to the
pool with them. "Come on gals, let’s jump in." Said Pat, as she went to her panties. All but one
was down to skin, panties or bra and panties and in the small pool. She was content for a while
just dangling her feet in the water as she looked on to see how things developed first, before she
eventually went for it all and joined in ten-fifteen minutes later. Amanda received her share of
test gropes from people to test the limits of her resolve. She passed those on to me as she pulled
the bikini bottoms down to under my balls and squeezed, shook and pulled on my groin area to keep
me tiptoeing around the pool on the edge of relief. The others openly groped, embraced and kissed
their partners and the partners of each other in a waterland orgyfest. I wished I were scuba diving
that evening. The shimmying mass of female sensuality slowly made its way out of the pool and
cuddled up round its edges, in chairs and on towels on the cement, that Pat and Jenna passed
around. Amanda wanted in on the action everyone else was getting, so she had me do to her what she
saw others were doing to each other. If she saw a knee or a thigh exciting someone’s crotch, then
she had mine do hers as well; when she saw someone getting off with fingers, she’d have me switch
to fingers; my tongue had to match their tongues, and so on. With my eyes closed in total attention
to Amanda’s responses, I could hear different precincts reporting their ecstasy at varying times
around the pool area. I sensed Amanda’s body responding to the realization that the hand on her
nipple and breast was someone’s other than mine. I opened my eyes just after she did, to discover
Michelle sitting sort of sidesaddle next to Amanda’s right side, leaning on her left hand for
support. "Are you glad you stayed?" Michelle asked. "Yeah, I found it rather fun. How bout you
Hun?" I nodded between her legs. "Amanda, Dear, would you grant me a dream fulfilled after all of
these years and do me tonight? On your terms of course." She asked with trepidation. "My terms
hunh." Amanda said pensively. "Honey over on your back please." She said to me. "Michelle, straddle
his face facing me this way." She directed her. Michelle hesitated. "Trust me for now. You said my
terms." Michelle straddled my face on hands and knees facing Amanda, who was kneeling at my groin
between my legs. "Sit back and let him touch you with his tongue." "But . . ." Michelle began to
protest. "Shush!" Amanda said, and silenced her with a kiss. As Michelle sat back onto my face,
Amanda started to work on my cock and balls, as only she knows how. I began to get it. She was
communicating what she wanted me to be doing to Michelle through by my genitals as her controls.
This was getting to be really fun, except when it was painful. Amanda continued kissing Michelle
and playing with her breasts as she communicated what she wanted me to be doing at Michelle’s love
center for her. It is hard to explain how she directed my pace, intensity of touch, direction and
location all through my cock and balls. Michelle, with her eyes closed, being kissed by Amanda, was
transported to that hypnotic place she had dreamed of all those years to be with her. Michelle
started grinding my face hard with her cunt. Amanda held onto both of her nipples in a gentle
squeeze and tug, and she sucked out Michelle’s scream in the kiss as she rocked with her
body-quaking orgasm. All eyes were on us now, for how long before that, I don’t know. It was clear
though, a line would have formed behind Michelle, quicker than the horn behind you at a stoplight
turning green in the big city, if Amanda had given any indication she would have been up for it.
Thank god she wasn’t so inclined. I don’t think I could have taken anymore ruff stuff down there
that evening. All the guests seemed more relaxed with me there after that, but soon after, it was
time for us to go. I got a warm hug from Jenna when we left and a special hug and a whispered
"Thank you" from Michelle, with a gentle squeeze in my groin. Amanda said, as we walked to the car,
"What a team. What a team." She gave me a high five and we headed home to our world, make that, HER
world. 

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