Jenny's and Kimmy's Vacation

"Jenny!" I yelled as my sister got off the plane. I was waving frantically to get her attention.

"Kimmy!" came the reply, from the other side of the security gate. Jenny was followed by the trudging figure of her husband Bill with all of their carry-on baggage, including my sister's oversized purse.

Jenny is my kid sister. She's almost two years younger than me, and I've been playing the role of big protective sister for the better part of 30 years. Recent studies indicate that siblings have as much or maybe even more influence on each other than do parents.

This was certainly the case with my sister and me. My sister and I were so inseparable that for all practical purposes, my parents raised only one daughter. My sister was with me constantly and I seldom regretted her company. In fact, I insisted she come with me everywhere I went. In spite of our age difference, we got along well and shared everything.

As her older sister, I mentored her in all aspects of life and we often wound up partners in crime. I certainly was a big influence on her attitudes towards boys.

Sex wasn't a big thing in our family. We weren't exhibitionists, but we weren't prudes either. If somebody was caught naked in a normal situation such as getting ready for work or school, or when sharing a hotel room on a trip, it wasn't a big deal. Nobody made a fuss over it, and nobody flaunted it.

Mom was good about answering my questions about sex, and I immediately shared this information with my sister. It gave me a certain sense of pride when my friends were talking about "pee pees" and "wieners" and "boy things" to inform them that the grown-up word for it was "penis."

So I was a little surprised by mom's reaction on the night that "it" happened.

"It" happened one night when I was in first grade. "It" started with a stomachache. I got up and went to my parent's bedroom. The light was on, so I figured they were up and I just walked in. Mom was sitting in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, and was dressed in her work clothes (white blouse, black skirt, and heels). Daddy was totally naked and knelling before her. It looked like he was kissing her foot. I noticed that his penis was big and hard and sticking straight out. He quickly got up and covered up. He never did that before.

Without my asking any questions my mother started stumbling through an explanation, "Err, hi honey. Um, Daddy and I are just playing a game."

"OK," I thought. At that point I wasn't even curious about what kind of game. I tucked the scene away in my memory. It made more sense to me much later in life. To my parents' relief, I never brought the subject up again, but I did think about it a lot. However, at the moment I was curious about one thing and I asked mom about it, "Why is daddy's penis so big?"

My mother apparently recovered enough to answer calmly, "That's quite normal, Kimmy. It means that your daddy likes me. When a boy likes a girl, sometimes his penis gets big." That was a good enough answer for me for the time being, and I immediately returned to my mission about reporting my aching stomach.

I brought that tidbit of knowledge back a couple of days later while playing with my sister and one of my classmates. I asked him to show us his penis to see if it was hard to indicate that he liked us. After my sister and I touched it, it did get hard.

I started to put it together and explained it to my sister, "If a boy likes a girl and his penis gets hard, and if we touch it, it gets hard, then touching a boy's penis and making it hard will make him like us." It was simple 7-year-old logic, but it worked!

My sister and I played with a lot of boys. Some of them were reluctant, some didn't mind, and some actually liked it. As we got older and started dating, actual masturbation supplanted simple touching. We soon found that boys had an affinity for this organ, and if we could control it, we could control the boy. Suffice it to say that we got very comfortable with boys, their penises and ordering them around. We married men who were pliant to our desires.

In Jason's case it was a rubber fetish. He was attracted to me in high school and I noticed that he always got hard when I was wearing my Keds. Keds were the rage among mid-schoolers then and I wore them all the time. I didn't even have to touch his penis to make him hard. I just had to wear my Keds and flaunt them for him. According to my logic, wearing Keds made him hard, and that made him like me and the way he fawned all over me through high school and college only confirmed that logic.

Bill, on the other hand, was a classmate of mine. However, it was my sister who hooked him. He must of really liked her since he was always hard around her. What made him the hardest was when my sister would make him strip for her, sometimes in front of her friends. The women always stayed dressed, but they enjoyed the show my brother-in-law put on for them nonetheless.

My younger sister actually preceded me into female domination (If you don't count CFNM masturbation female domination) It was she who first put her husband on display, and it was she who first had the idea of making her man perform domestic services for her. I used to enjoy going over her house and getting a back rub or a foot massage from my scantily clad brother-in-law. Eventually she convinced me, "Really sis, you have one of your own. Why don't you train him like I did mine?"

At first I had Jason get naked for me at home. I promised him that I would wear my Keds for him if he did. From then on I upped the ante until I had him doing everything Bill did for Jenny.

Both boys thought they were off the hook when we scheduled a vacation together. It was fun watching Jason. I convinced Jenny to wear Keds. Jason was perpetually hard on the drive up. Even if I didn't clue her in on his fetish, it was quite obvious that he could not take his eyes off her feet. Little did he know that we each packed several pairs of Keds in our luggage.

That first night in our shared cabin was a shock to them. Up until this point, neither man suspected the magnitude of the submissiveness of the other. I suppose they each thought that they would be subject to our domination in the privacy of our respective bedrooms.

So they were shocked when we had them stand in front of us and my sister and I came out with the same phrase simultaneously, "Show me how much you love me." For my sister and I this was a phrase we taught our husbands to obey. When I said it to Jason, or Jenny said it to Bill, they were expected to take off their clothes and show us how hard they were, and if they weren't hard, they were required to play with their penises until they got that way.

Now we had two totally confused men standing in front of us. "You know what to do dear," Jenny said looking at her husband. "You too," I said to Jason.

The boys looked at each other and started to undress. Jenny and I just sat back, propped up our feet and enjoyed the show. Soon we had two naked men standing in front of us.

"Let me tell you how this is going to work this weekend, boys," Jenny started, "You are going to be our naked sex slaves for the whole time we are here. You'll do everything you've been trained to do for Kimmy and me. When one of us gives you an order, it will be just the same as if the other gave you the order."

"The first thing I want is for you to get Kimmy and I some drinks. Be good dears and get the wine out and serve it to us. After that you can unpack and set up the bedroom. Kimmy and I have some games we'd like to play with you. Oh, and you'll find that we each packed a number of pairs of sneakers. Keep them handy."

I just loved watching those naked tushies walking about and their penises flopping as they strode along. I had to get on Bill's case once, "Bill, you're getting a little flaccid. Don't you like us? Then how about showing us a little respect?"

"Oh yes," my sister concurred, "a boy must always show respect for a girl by having an erection in her presence." We both giggled at that remark remembering the first time we said it a decade or two ago.

Bill Blushed and gave his penis a couple of pumps to get it erected.

"Now that we are unpacked, Jenny and I need to get out of our 'traveling' sneakers and into our relaxing sneakers. Go fetch them for us. They are the light blue slip-on sneakers."

Each boy went to their respective bedroom and came back with a pair of sneakers in hand.

"Thank you," I said. I lifted my foot and commanded, "Now take the old sneaker off, and put the new one on." All Jenny had to do was look at Bill and he did the same.

Once this task was done I sat back and wiggled my feet. Jenny did the same. "There, that's better. Now we can relax." Turning to Jason and Bill I said, "Put our travel sneakers in their proper place, boys." We wolf-whistled as we watched their cute buns retreat.

Once they got back, I said, "Jason dear, why don't you give Jenny a 'treatment?'" A treatment was a full body massage - or as much a body massage as could be given while reclined as we were. Jason started at my scalp, worked down the neck and shoulders and generally wound up kneeling before me rubbing my feet. My sister requested that Bill do the same for me. The men were coming to the realization that they had both been trained to the same program. A "special treatment" was an oral servicing, but we weren't up to that just yet.

After about an hour of this, I suggested, "I suppose it's time for the boys to cook dinner." We relieved them of their massage duties, and proceeded into the kitchen where we had them don aprons. There was no sense endangering the equipment; after all, a girl must take care of her toys. However the aprons did not prevent us from pinching an ass or two (it didn't matter who) or taking the opportunity to slap said ass with a kitchen implement playfully.

Once dinner was ready, the boys lost their aprons and we had them don bow ties. They looked so cute standing there with the ties and nothing else.

"Time for our dining sneakers," I said. "Those would be the navy blue ones. Go and fetch them and put them on us."

Once the boys set and served the table, we sat down together to eat. Every now and then Jenny or I would ring one of two small bells we brought with us, and the boys would have to stand while we gave them orders for more wine, water, or whatever it was that we wanted.

We had the boys serve us more wine again in the living room and put on our relaxing sneakers as we sat and watched them clean up.

After dinner came the entertainment. "Bring us our travel sneakers and our dinner sneakers." I ordered. "Oh, and Jason, you'll find a can of racquetballs in my stuff somewhere."

The boys came back with the requested items.

Jenny and I came up with the rules for this game based on a story we read on the internet. "Put the travel sneakers over there by the fireplace about 3 feet apart." She directed. "Now put the dinner sneakers here between our legs."

"Give me the racquetballs," I commanded. I opened the can and handed one to Jenny. She bounced it playfully a couple of times.

Jenny continued with explaining the game, "Now here's how we are going to play this game. I will put my ball down on the floor here, and Kimmy will put hers there." We each placed our ball at the toes of our "dinner" sneakers.

"This is kind of a race. You have to move your ball from the dinner sneakers to the travel sneakers and back."

Jenny let this sink in and then added, "using only your penis."

The boys had to get down in almost a push-up posture to poke at the ball with their penises. Jason was first to get the idea of batting at it with his penis instead of poking at it. He'd swing his hips and thrust them so his penis would swing and bat the ball. In this way he could roll it about a foot, although not always straight. Sometimes he'd have to knock it with the side of his penis to get it back on course. Jenny and I were in stitches by the time the boys were half way across the room. By the time they returned, we were both in tears.

We had the boys provide us with more service that night until we retired to our respective bedrooms for sleep.

"So how did you enjoy your evening," I asked Jason.

"Do you need to ask," he answered, kneeling up on the bed and revealing a dripping erection.

"So you didn't mind being naked and made to do degrading things in front of my sister?"

"Not at all. You know I like your sister."

"Judging by the rigidity of your pole, I'd say so."

I grabbed him and wrestled him to the bed. He put up token resistance, but had no intention of winning the match. I slid off my panties and mounted him. I couldn't help myself. I loved this man!

I awoke the next morning with the other half of the bed vacant. I slipped on my robe and cautiously walked to the kitchen. There were Jason and Bill naked except for their aprons.

"Good morning, dear," Bill said kissing me. "Jen's still asleep. I have coffee and juice for you. Do you want breakfast now or wait for Jen?"

"I'll wait," I said. In the meantime I took in the brace of cute male tushies presented by the backless nature of the aprons.

The boys prepared and served us breakfast wearing nothing but their aprons. After breakfast we had the boys assist us in getting dressed. The climax of the dressing was to have the boys fetch out travel sneakers and lace them to our feet. The rest of the day was spent in a very vanilla fashion, going into town, taking in the local sights, and browsing in the various shops there.

Every now and then, I'd catch Jason looking at my Keds. I'd look at his penis. Boy did he have it bad. It seemed like he was constantly erected.

Bill wasn't supposed to have a Keds fetish, but even he was hard almost all day long. I don't know if Jen was teasing him in some other way, but it seemed that he could not keep his eyes off our feet either.

We had the boys get naked as soon as we got back to the cabin. We went though the ritual of having the boys getting our relaxing sneakers and out dining sneakers. We enjoyed dinner and watching the boys clean up afterwards.

After dinner was baseball time; or at lest it was a rather unusual version of baseball. We had the boys kneel at the edge of a coffee table. This put their penises at table top level. My team was first up. Jen rolled the racquetball towards Jason's erected penis. I had his penis in my hand. I swung at it with my "bat." Anything outside of Bill's hips was a foul ball. If Jen could stop the ball with Bill's penis, it was an out. If the ball got past the tip of his penis, it was a hit.

We weren't really interested in keeping score; we just wanted to play with our respective penises. After about 10 minutes we swapped places. We played this game most of the evening, and by the time we were done, both boys were hard and dripping like cheap faucets.

We realized that we owed them relief. We also realized that if we had intercourse with them in this condition, they would shoot their load before they were completely inserted. So we ordered them to masturbate for us.

I saw their discomfort and asked, "What's the matter boys? Don't you know how to jerk off?"

Jason responded, "Well, I've never done it with another guy watching."

Bill chuckled.

"What is it, Bill?" my sister asked.

"Remember Billy Swanson and John Templer?" he asked.

Jen nodded.

"Well through most of middle school, we had a jerk off club. The three of us pooled our allowances to by some magazines from some older boys. We'd jerk off together at John's house every Wednesday afternoon while his mom was at tennis."

"Now that's a picture I'd like to see," giggled Jen.

"I never saw John," I added, "Is he as big as some of the girls said he is?"

"About as big as me," Billy confessed.

"Well, get on with your show, boys." I commanded.

Jenny and I sat back to watch them masturbate. "Remember the first time we saw each of them jerk off?"

"How can I forget! Jason, of course, wasn't going out with me until he proved himself, and Billy put on quite a show at Regina's shower."

The boys knelt before us without a word, they started jerking on their penises. Jenny and I had seen this act for more than a decade but it still fascinated us. It wasn't just the physical show that delighted us. I still like looking at penises in all stages of arousal and watching them perform. However, it's the circumstances of what the penis is doing that still causes that twinge inside me as it did as when I was a girl. Having the penis perform at my command still intrigues me to this day.

Watching my husband and brother-in-law perform for my sister and me was an intoxicating experience indeed.

Lovemaking that night was indeed splendid. Since Jason and Bill had already come, both Jen and I opted to have them service us orally. I knew I needed a good cleaning out. I was wet the entire evening!

We had more fun the following evening. After having the boys put on our relaxing sneakers, Jenny described to them a great new game. "Tonight we're going to play the castration game." The boys looked at each other doubtfully.

"Oh, don't worry, we're not going to actually cut anything off," she laughed. "What I want you boys to do is tuck your penises between your legs so we can't see them."

The boys did this, and in spite of their erections managed to conceal their organs convincingly.

"Now walk around for us boys, but don't let your penis slip out," I commanded.

The boys pranced around as our eyes drank in the sight. We let them do this for a couple of minutes before dropping the next bombshell.

"OK boys," Jen said, "Now I want you to take your balls and put them between your legs."

The boys looked at her dumbly until she handed them each a racquetball.

We commanded them to walk around again, and this time the ball pressed up against their balls, made them waddle just a little.

Jen dictated the finale, "Now I want you to tuck your penises back between your legs, and then the ball."

The boys had some difficulty getting everything neatly tucked away. My sister and I giggled as we watched them struggle.

"OK, now I want you to keep them like that. Don't let the ball fall out, or let your penis slip out." Jen warned. "Now start dinner, and when it's ready, fetch us our dinner sneakers."

I really enjoyed watching the way the boys minced to keep both penis and ball in their proper places as they served us dinner. After dinner, the boys had problems getting down on their knees to remove our dining sneakers and put on our after dinner sneakers. Neither got back up successfully. It simply couldn't be done.

"Oh my," I said in mock surprise, "I think we have a couple of boys who don't know how to obey."

"You think they need a spanking?" Jen suggested.

"I certainly do. Do you want to swap?"

"Sure, I paddle Bill all the time. I'd like to get at Jason's ass for a change."

It felt funny having my brother-in-law draped over my lap. He was bigger than Jason, and his penis felt differently clenched between my legs. Nonetheless, I was comfortable meting out spanks on that luscious ass of his.

Jen and I ended the evening's festivities with another game. We made a daisy chain out of rubber bands and looped the ends over Jason's and Bill's balls. We had them engage in a game of tug of war. The stretchiness of the rubber bands made for interesting results as the boys put quite a strain on their testicles and the only result was the rubber band chain getting longer without either of our boys being pulled across the line.

We watched the boys go at it for a while and then I decided, "I think I've seen enough. I'm afraid we'll cut off circulation too much if we keep this up too much."

Jen handed me a pair of scissors. "Here, use these," she suggested.

I snipped the rubber band chain in the middle and the ends snapped and lashed back into their penises. Nonetheless the boys heaved a collective sigh of relief.

"Come here, Bill" I ordered. "Let me check those testicles of yours." I lifted his penis up and out of the way rather clinically. I unsnugged the rubber band which was surprisingly loose considering the activity. Using a thick rubber band probably help spread the load. I carefully looked at his scrotum. There was just the slightest reddening, so I left the rubber band attached.

"How are you doing?" I asked. "Did the rubber band cut in too much?"

"It's OK. My balls ache more than anything else, but it doesn't feel pinched off."

Meanwhile Jenny was performing her own examination on my Jason. She gave me a "thumbs up" signal and smiled, "We girls have to take care of our toys, don't we?"

I laughed, "You sure have that right. I have use for that tonight." I took hold of Bill's rubber band and handed it to Jen. She handed Jason to me.

We led our husbands by the balls using our rubber band leads to our respective bedrooms.

I had Jason kneel in the corner and tied him up to the arm of a chair, like a dog waiting outside a shop for his mistress. It's not like he couldn't take off the rubber band. His hands were free of physical bonds. The only bondage I held over him was his love for me. The man would do anything to please me, and I compensated him enough by feeding his fetish and meeting his need to be dominated.

I made him watch as I seductively undressed before him. I stripped down to nothing except my sneakers. I undid his lead, walked him on all fours over to the couch where I had him kneel again before me. I placed my legs over his shoulders, and put the heels of my sneakers on his butt.

"Lick boy," I commanded. I established the rhythm I wanted using the heels of my sneakers as spurs. I felt like I was a young girl riding a horse again in more ways than one. There was the physical sensation of the activity, but there was also the enjoyment that came from controlling the large powerful beast between my legs. I still held the rubber band lead, and tugged on it to discipline the small infractions in Jason's performance.

After satisfying me with several crashing orgasms, I finally let my husband go. I commanded him to lay at my feet. I placed my foot on his penis and gave it a couple of rubs with the sole. He shot off almost instantly. I was asleep before he got his mess and himself cleaned up.

The next morning's breakfast was delicious as usual. I looked at my pancakes, bacon and eggs and said to Jen, "You know, neither Bill nor Jason is a gourmet cook, and we don't have much in the 'fridge and the stove is rather basic. So why does this breakfast taste so good?"

Jen laughed, "It must be the presentation. The food is good, the atmosphere is tremendous." She reached around her husband and gave his ass an appreciative stroke and playful slap.

It was rather rainy that day and not at all a good day to go sightseeing, so we decided to stay indoors and play. Most of this was in the form of massages and foot rubs and foot lickings as Jen and I sat and exchanged "girl talk."

After lunch, my evil sister came up with a great idea for a game. As the boys were cleaning up, she explained it to me. When the boys came back in, we explained it to them one piece at a time.

"Get us the racquetballs and the rubber bands," Jen ordered. The boys were leery of anything to do with rubber bands after last night, but they obeyed anyway.

We had them stand there naked in front of us as we each took a racquetball and looped a rubber band over it in a crossing "X" configuration. We then took two more rubber bands and looped these onto the X.

"Boys, be dears and get us your belts," I commanded.

Jen and I fashioned the belts around the boys' hips with the buckle just above their penises. Before closing the belt, we looped the belt through the two extra rubber bands so the ball hung down in front of their penises.

Next we took several "scrunchies" that we bought the previous day, and placed them over the rubber bands and penises so the ball was effectively lashed to the shaft in a way that it hung off the head of the penis.

Bill sported pink scrunchies on his penis, while Jason was a powder blue.

"Let me explain the game to you," Jen began. "Your objective is to swing your ball and hit the other ball with it. The first boy to knock the other boy's ball off is the winner.

It was a scream watching the boys gyrate their hips so obscenely. The balls picked up momentum and swung their penises in wild arcs. They had a tough time making contact with each other. Eventually they got better at it and managed to hit their target about every three or four swings. When they did make contact there was a comical "pock" sound and their penises went careening out of control.

Jen and I laughed like crazy. I nearly wet my pants. This time from pee; although there was some other action going on down there as well. There was apparently some action going on with the boys as well. I didn't notice it until the come started flying off Jason's ball.

That took him out of the game for a while as his knees buckled and he had to sit down. His penis, was still dribbling as it slowly deflated.

I checked on Jason. He was grinning and just fine.

Jen raised her husband's hand like a boxer who just KO'ed his opponent and proclaimed, "We have a winner!"

Neither Jen nor I wanted the game to end, but I didn't think Jason was up to it literally and figuratively.

Then I came up with an idea. "Why don't we have Bill dance for us. If he can get the ball swinging really good, maybe he'll come too."

Bill isn't the world's greatest dancer, but that didn't matter, he got his hips moving and the ball and penis assembly ways whirling and bouncing along.

We were almost ready to call it off as after nearly a half hour of this activity, Bill seemed no closer to coming dripping though he was. Then he caught onto some kind of rhythm, and ball flicked back and forth over the top of his penis. Apparently this was enough and he spurt out much to our amusement.

"Wow, that was quite a show, boys," I exclaimed. "What do you think Jen, do they need a rest?"

Jen just nodded.

In the end we actually let the boys relax as we made lunch for the four of us.

"We have to let them rest up so we can play with them some more," Jen explained.

We really did want to let their penises rest, so we just left them to massage duty for the rest of the afternoon. The evening turned out to be rather nice, so we went out to dinner. It was an interesting scene in the parking lot of the restaurant as the boys had to go into the trunk and get out our dinner sneakers, take off our travel sneakers, put the new sneakers on our feet, and return the travel sneakers to the trunk.

I am sure that this tableau was witnessed by passers-by and many of the patrons and staff of the restaurant, but in spite of some interesting stares, nobody said anything as we entered.

We ate a fine meal and really enjoyed the evening, taking our time and having a great vanilla time. As we left, one of the waitresses smiled knowingly at us. Jen whispered something into her ear and she giggled.

We went through the reverse process back out in the parking lot, exchanging dinner sneakers for our travel sneakers. As I looked back towards the dinner there were several of the staff standing there watching.

We really hated to end the vacation, but the real world intervenes. We got up early enough. The boys, dressed in their aprons, made us breakfast one last time (for this trip at least). We had them fetch the relaxing sneakers for breakfast and exchange them for the traveling sneakers immediately thereafter.

But we couldn't resist playing one last game with the boys before allowing them to get dressed and packing up the car.

"You boys are going to get more practice at pushing a ball along the floor with your penises," I stated. "Only this time, you will have the other ball tucked up between your legs against your balls. Don't drop it. And instead of starting off with the ball stationary, we're going to play a game of fetch."

Jen and I took turns throwing the ball as did the boys did retrieving them.

The ride home was uneventful except for the look of the toll takers who probably wondered why there was a racquetball wedged between the windscreen and dashboard on either side of the car. We did want to remind our boys of the fun they had.