Message-ID: <16129eli$9810070532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "terry schulz" Subject: Schulzie's "Anything for Science" PART ONE (m/ffg;incest;teen;preteen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981007001524.7650.qmail@hotmail.com> "Anything for Science" (m/ffg, teen, preteen, inc, mast, oral) PART ONE by Schulzie It was Sunday night. As far as I was concerned, Sunday night is the worst night of the week. It's the most boring night, for sure. There's never anything good on television. But what makes it really bad is that the next day is Monday which means, back to school. But this particular Sunday night turned out to be the beginning of a very interesting experience for me when the phone rang. "Hello," I said, picking up the phone. "Hi, Gary. This is Natalie." Natalie is my cousin. Her father and my mother are brother and sister. Even though we live in the same neighborhood, we don't see much of each other except at family occasions, mainly because of our age differences. I'm 17, while Natalie is 13. Four years is a big difference when you're a teenager. "Hi, Natalie. What's up?" I asked, intensely curious since Natalie has never called me before. Not that we didn't like each other, it's just that with our age difference, we had little in common. "Not much," she said, "I just wanted to give my favorite male cousin a call." I laughed. "Natalie, I'm your ONLY male cousin." That was true. I was the rare exception in the Barker family. A male child among females. "I know that," Natalie said, "but even if there were other boys in the family, I still think you'd be my favorite." If this were a girl from school laying this bullshit line on me, I'd know she wanted something. Now all I had to do was to find out what Natalie wanted. But I didn't find out right away. As a matter of fact, we had a very pleasant talk. Natalie was in middle school, finishing up 8th grade, so she would be going to my high school next year. I, on the other hand, am a senior so she and I wouldn't be there at the same time. The only time she and I were in the same school together was in elementary school. I was in 5th grade and she was a first-grader. Like I said, the age difference is a big deal. The conversation covered a lot of topics, and I had forgotten my earlier suspicions about her reason for calling as we discussed her folks and her younger sister, music, movies and all sorts of things. It occurred to me that she was pretty intelligent for a 13 year old, and maybe in a few years, she'd be someone nice for guys to go out with and be with. Too bad she's younger than me, I thought. And too bad she's my cousin, too. Well, my suspicions came right back to me when she asked a question I had expected earlier. "Gary, do you mind if I ask you for a really BIG favor?" Here it comes, I thought. Girls always seem to want something. "Yessss???" I asked, somewhat cynically. My sarcastic tone went right over her head. "I have this science project," she started, "it's a requirement for all eighth-graders to get a passing grade in science, and I was wondering if you could help me with it?" It was no secret in my family that science was my favorite subject. In fact, I had already decided to major in science at college, and possibly get into a pre-med program. I was very interested in medical research. "What kind of help?" I asked. "What kind of project is it? What's your topic?" Natalie paused. "I wanted to talk to you about it in person...tomorrow, if that's okay with you?" she asked. I sighed. If Natalie was like a lot of kids her age, my helping her would soon turn into my doing the project for her. Besides, I led a busy life. Besides school, I had a part-time job so I could earn some money for college, and I didn't have a lot of time to spend helping a 13-year old work on some science project for middle school, even if she was a blood relative. "We can talk about it, Natalie. But I can't promise I'll have time to help you. I'm very busy these days, and..." "Oh, don't worry," she said, "I'll only need your help for one afternoon or evening." That might be do-able, I thought. But still, I wanted to hear more about the project. "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow, Natalie? Do you want to come over here?" "Oh, no. I was hoping we could meet somewhere else. Like maybe at the park near your house. Could we do that? Meet at the park...at the gazebo?" she asked, seeming a little bit nervous for some reason. "Yeah, I guess so," I told her, "but I can't get there before 4:30. Is that alright?" "Yeah, 4:30 would be great," she replied. "Thanks, Gary. I'll see you then. Bye, now." She hung up before I even got a chance to say "goodbye." Kids! What are you gonna do with them? It seemed strange though, that she didn't want to meet here to discuss her project. Why did she want to meet at the gazebo in the park, I wondered. Oh, well. I didn't give it any more thought as I had something more important to worry about. I had a test in English tomorrow, and I needed to cram for it. The next day, 4:30 came, and I was waiting at the gazebo. Natalie wasn't there yet. Five minutes passed, then ten. I was about to leave when I saw her coming up the slope. My goodness! Natalie wasn't a little girl anymore. She had actually grown up quite a bit since I last saw her on Christmas two years ago. "Hi, Gary," she greeted me, giving me a big hug. "Hi, I said, hugging her back. She really has grown up. She used to have a real tomboy, short haircut. But now, she had long, blonde hair that went halfway down her back. And where she used to be flat-chested, she now had fairly well-developed breasts. For a 13-year old girl, I'd say she had great tits. Her hips had broadened, making her former boyish figure disappear. Now, she was a very young, attractive woman. But what really struck me was her face. It was beautiful. Deep blue eyes, full lips, cute little nose, all set on a face with a clear complexion. She looked like a little angel - a sexy, little teen angel. "Sorry, I'm late. But thanks for coming. I hope you can help me with my project," she said. "So tell me about your project, Natalie," I said to her, still checking out how beautiful she had become. "Well, it's going to be a biology project," she told me. "Yes, go on, " I said. "And it will be about reproduction," she continued. "Uh-huh," I said, nodding my head. "The human reproduction system," she told me, looking at me, checking for my reaction. I thought to myself, so...she wants to do something about sex. Typical 13 year old. Maybe that explains why she didn't want to discuss this at the house. She might have been embarrassed discussing it within earshot of my folks. "I see." She paused. "To be more specific, Gary, my project is on the male reproductive system." Of course she didn't want to talk about this with her aunt and uncle nearby. I was kind of flattered that she felt comfortable enough talking to me about it. Considering I'm a guy, and I'm 4 years older than her. "Well, Nat. It just so happens I know a lot about the subject. First of all, I've studied human reproduction in my Biology class, and...I'm a guy, so I think I can tell you something about the male reproductive system." She laughed at the personal reference. "Well, that actually is quite helpful, Gary," she said. "I mean, that you're a guy and everything." "So what is it you want to demonstrate in your project, Natalie? How can I help?" I asked her. "My hypothesis," she explained, rather maturely I thought, "will deal with comparing the effects of an alkaline vs. acidic environment on human spermatozoa." Quite a mouthful for her to say. Not to mention, a pretty sophisticated topic for a young girl. "What I want to do," she explained, "is to use the school's microscopic cameras to record the movement of sperm cells in both an alkaline solution and an acid-based solution, then convert the recordings into Quicktime movies so I can display it on a Power Mac when I give my presentation." Some project, I thought. "So where do I come in?" I asked. Then I asked, jokingly, "What am I supposed to do, give you a sample of my semen?" Without a moment's hesitation, she answered. "Yes." What the hell?!? Did I hear her right? I asked her the question jokingly, and she answered the question seriously. "Are you serious?" I asked her, still not believing what she was requesting from me. Natalie nodded. "Uh-huh." This is crazy, I thought. My 13 year old cousin wants me to jerk off into a test tube so she can do some kind of science project for school. "I don't know, Natalie. That would be kind of...I don't know...embarrassing to..." "Gary, I promise I won't tell anyone where the specimen came from..." Natalie looked down at my crotch when she said this, making herself blush as she realized what she was saying. "...I mean, who it came from." I was still stunned by what she was asking of me. She obviously knew what I'd have to do to give her a semen sample. I'd have to masturbate. I'd have to take my cock in my hand and stroke it until it became hard, then make myself come. I'd have to aim my cum into a test tube, seal it with a cork, and then...hand it to her. Hand her a glass container of cum...MY cum! And yet...there was something sexy in all this, a little kinky perhaps, but sexy nonetheless. I could imagine her taking the container of my cum, looking at it, and fantasizing about me jerking off in order to produce the semen sample for her. What would she think as she pictured me, stroking my dick, shooting my hot cream into a test tube. Would she picture my dick? Did she even know what a guy's dick looked like, all hard and stiff? Did she know what it looked like when a guy ejaculated? This would probably be the first time she would actually see cum. She'd have to open the container to conduct her experiment. Would she get curious and decide to smell it? Or touch it? Or taste it? God, I must me a really sick motherfucker to imagine her doing all of this. And yet, something was compelling me to help Natalie with the project. She did seem to be bright and mature and very serious. And she seemed like she could be trusted to do this without telling the world that I jerked off into a test tube for her. "Please?" she asked, with her big blue eyes staring up at me. "You're the only guy I could possibly ask to do this for me. Or at least the only guy who I'm pretty sure is old enough to produce sperm." What could I say? Besides, it would be a request that would only take a couple of minutes of my time. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Done. "Okay," I said. "I guess I could do that for you." "Oh, would you? she asked, giving me a great big hug. "Thank you, Gary. Thank you so much." "So, did you bring a test tube or something for me to...uh...put the sample in?" I asked. "I could get it back to you tomorrow if you'd like, it would..." "Uh, there's just one problem, Gary...uh, you see...the semen sample I use has to be viable...that is, the sperm has to be alive," she explained, as she cast her eyes downward. "Mr. Gehle, our science teacher is going to open the school on Saturday so some of us can use the school's equipment towork on our projects, and..." I didn't know what was coming next, but I could sense she was either scared or embarrassed about what she was going to tell me. "...I need to keep the sample frozen after you...give it to me...and I was thinking that maybe if I came over to your house on Friday night, you'd..." I stopped her. "Natalie. Are you saying you want to wait outside my bedroom while I..." "Actually, Gary," she said, blushing furiously now, "what I was thinking was that I could...you know...watch...I mean, observe you while you...give me the specimen." Oh my God! She wants to watch me jerk off! That's what she's trying to say. She really wants to be there while I stroke my cock and spew my cum into the test tube. She doesn't want me to just hand it to her from behind a closed door. She actually wants to watch me masturbate, see my dick in my hand as I rub it, bringing myself to an orgasm in front of her, and shooting my cum right before her very eyes. I loved the idea! The thought of showing this pretty, young teenager my stiff cock as I stroked it sounded like an excellent idea to me. Maybe it was a scientific curiosity she had about the male anatomy. Maybe she was just plain sexually curious. But the idea was already exciting me as I could feel my cock start to harden in my jeans. Besides, maybe if I really appeal to her curiosity, scientific or sexual, I could get a free handjob out of this. Maybe I could persuade her to "do the job" herself. If I was lucky, I'd see her wrap her small, dainty fingers around my hot, stiff cock and rub it up and down my cock, making it come herself, instead of me doing it. But there was just one problem with the idea. "Natalie. What about my folks? What am I going to tell them we're doing in my room?" I asked her. "No problem," she told me. "Aunt Mary and Uncle Butch are going out with my parents on Friday night to the country club for some meeting and a dance afterwards. They'll probably be out way past midnight. Do you think that would be enough time for you to...give me the sample?" That would be more than enough time, I thought to myself. But in agreeing to my part in the experiment, I didn't want her to think I was too eager. "Natalie," I said, very seriously, "what you're asking me to do is something that's very private and personal, you understand that, right?" She nodded. "You're asking me to...uh...masturbate in front of you." Her eyes betrayed her. She was very interested in seeing me jerk myself off. I could tell by the way her eyes widened as she listened to me describe what she was going to see. "You're going to see me...manipulate my penis with my hand..." "Yes, I know," she said, trying to conceal her excitement. "...as my fingers rub up and down the shaft of my...penis, and..." Natalie could hardly contain herself as she listened to my words. "...then, after I stroke my penis for awhile, I'm going to...ejaculate my semen. It will...shoot...right out of the head of my...penis." I thought Natalie was going to have an orgasm just imagining me doing what I was describing for her. This wasn't just scientific curiosity at work here, she was very curious about sex, and boys, and male anatomy. And she had called on me to teach her a few things. And my cock was about to burst through my pants in anticipation of Friday night. "Now, Natalie, because this is such a personal and intimate thing you are asking me to do for you...and your project...I hope it will be our little secret, okay? Because I'd be so embarrassed if someone knew Ihad...masturbated in front of a 13 year old girl...my own cousin." "Oh, I understand, Gary. I wouldn't tell anybody that you...masturbated for me," she promised me. "So, will ya?" I smiled at her. "Yes, I guess I'll do it. Anything for science, right?" Again, she gave me a big hug. So big, in fact, I was sure she would feel the erection I was sporting in my jeans. "Thank you, Gary. I don't know what I'll ever be able to do to repay you," she said. "I'll think of something," I replied. "Would 8 o'clock on Friday night be okay?" she wanted to know. "Fine," I answered. "See you then." "Okay, bye now," Natalie said, skipping across the field toward her house. "Yes," I said to myself, "that will be just fine." Friday came. The folks had just gone out the door, and I took a quick shower before Natalie was to arrive. I wanted to look and smell my best for my young cousin when she stood nearby me, watching me stroke my cock to provide her with the semen sample she wanted for her science project. Shortly before 8, the doorbell rang. Must be Natalie, I thought, looking at the clock. I opened the door. Surprise! Standing at the door was Natalie, but she wasn't alone. There were two other girls with her. One girl, I already knew. It was Natalie's 11 year old sister, Melissa. The other girl was a stranger to me, but she seemed to be about the same age as Natalie. "Natalie! What's going on here?" I asked her. "You're supposed to be alone." Natalie smiled nervously and explained, "Something came up, Gary. This is Brenda," she told me as she introduced the girl I didn't know. "She and I are working on the project together. She knows more about computers than I do, and..." "You didn't tell me you had a partner working with you on the project," I said, a little irritated. "Oops. I guess I forgot to tell you," said Natalie, a little red-faced. "We agreed that this was going to be between the two of us," I reminded her. "Well, Gary, I know, but...you see, Brenda says that since we are working together on this for a grade, that she had to be here, too. That way, we can both say we worked on the whole thing from start to finish," Natalie told me. "Yeah, but..." I was at a loss for words. Jerking off for Natalie was one thing, but I didn't even know Brenda. And then there was Melissa. "Why is Melissa here?" I asked, realizing that Natalie's younger sister was just 11. "Well, that's the other thing," said Natalie. "I forgot that I was supposed to babysit Melissa tonight since my parents were going out with your parents, and I didn't know what else to do except bring her along." "Natalie," I said, more than a little pissed-off, "do you expect me to...you know...do what we discussed in front of all of you?" Brenda spoke up. "Gary, Natalie told me what you volunteered to do for us, and I think it's awfully nice of you, especially since it's such a private thing and all, but...I promise I won't say anything to anybody. Honest!" I didn't mind so much about Brenda being here or letting her watch, too. She was almost as cute as Natalie. She had long brown hair that came down to her waist, dark brown eyes, and she had even bigger breasts than Natalie. But Melissa was only 11, for Christ's sake. "What are we going to do about Melissa?" I asked Natalie. "She's too...young to watch," I protested. "I am not!" Melissa said, stamping her foot. "Uh, well, Gary, you see...we told Melissa she'd probably have to stay downstairs in the living room while we were in your bedroom doing personal stuff and, well...we didn't tell her exactly WHAT the personal stuff was but she...uh...well, Gary...she said she would tell Mom and Dad something naughty was going on unless we let her watch, too." Little brat, I thought to myself, looking at Melissa standing there, hands on her hips, smirking at me defiantly. "Deal's off," I said. "I can't go through with this," I told Natalie. Immediately, Natalie began to cry. "Gary, I don't have time to put another project together. You promised!" Natalie blubbered. I sighed. I was having some misgivings about my contributions to this project, but what was I going to do. Besides, that little blackmailer, Melissa, might tell her folks anyway, and it wasn't going to make much difference now whether I went through with it or not. But I could make life easier on myself and Natalie if I just submitted to the original plan and got it over with quickly. "Okay," I said to all three girls, "but let's get one thing straight. Nobody, absolutely nobody, is to find out about this. Understand?" I looked individually at all three girls, especially saving my most evil eye for Melissa. The girls agreed to my terms, and off we went, up the stairs to my room. Natalie and Brenda were carrying small bags with them. I guess they had their "scientific" equipment with them. Continued in PART TWO Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation and oral sex. http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----