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Web Cam Catastrophe
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

Caught and Sentenced (Chapter 1)

        It started out like any other weekend. Nick was out in the 
backyard doing his chores. Donna, his sister, was out running around 
with her friends. And, Mary their mother was in the house doing bills 
and going over their finances. 

        So here Nick was, like every weekend, stuck at home. Working away 
in the garden, pulling out rocks and planting some of his mother's 
flowers. He couldn't help feeling a little jealous; his mom always let 
his sister get away with everything, while he was lucky to survive 
scuffed shoes. To Mary though, this was the right thing to do. Donna was 
a little wild, but being a girl she would calm down. Nick on the other 
hand needed special attention. If she didn't keep an eye on him he'd be 
even wilder than Donna. She could help but remember that when Frank, 
Nick's father, was young he was rather wild, and wished he been kept on 
a tighter leash. Now that he was gone it was up to her to make sure that 
Nick turned out right, because Nick had to carry on his father's name - 
that was the most important thing.

        Deep down though, Mary could tell that she was being a little too 
hard on Nick. Really, she didn't give him much freedom, and he was 
becoming more and more introverted. So, she decided that this weekend 
would be a little different. She was going to run out to get her hair 
done, but she was going to leave Nick home alone; something she never 
did. Over the last four years, since his father had passed, Nick had 
never gotten into any trouble. In fact, he was an A student, very 
polite, and never really complained. Leaving Nick alone would be her 
chance to show him that she was really starting to trust him.

        Grabbing her purse and preparing to leave, Mary watched Nick out 
the back sliding glass door. He'd become quite a strong and handsome 
boy, but he was still very shy. So shy in fact, that the one thing he 
hated most about working outside on the weekends was his mother's rule 
that he could only wear a pair of shorts. Mary hated having to wash all 
those clothes weekend after weekend. Ground in dirt and mud were such a 
pain to get out, and right now they really didn't have the money to buy 
new clothes. So, she only made him work in the backyard, while carefully 
doing the front herself. Anyway, he always got such a nice tan out of 
it. Someday he'd really appreciate that.

        "Nick," Mary yelled from the back door, waving to him, "I'm going 
to run out and get my hair done. I'll be back in a few hours. Now don't 
go anywhere." Already getting to his feet to prepare to go, Nick 
staggered to a half crouch unsure he'd heard her right. But, she didn't 
repeat herself. She just waved and left. This was totally unexpected. 
Kneeling back down into the fresh sewn dirt, he hurried to finish 
planting the last of the flowers. This wasn't a chance he was going to 
waste. Nick felt lightheaded and giddy - it felt like he'd been paroled. 
Finally, something was going right.

        After quickly finishing up, he jumped in the shower. Washing away 
the grime and dirt. He felt clean and free in a way he hadn't in years. 
Quickly drying himself, he threw on some clothes. He had to look good 
for the web-cam.

        It was funny this chance coming up like this; just weeks earlier 
he'd start talking to Allison online. She was one of the prettiest girls 
in school, and surprisingly liked talking with him. Everything was 
working out just great. Rushing to the computer he could only hope she'd 
be there. This time he wouldn't have to sneak online to talk to her. 
They'd be free to talk for hours with no interruptions. He didn't have 
to worry about his mom watching over his shoulder. For some reason she 
seemed to think he'd get into one of those dirty chat room and become a 
total pervert overnight.

        All Nick cared about though was getting to talk to Allison. Having 
friends was okay, but what he really wanted was a girlfriend. Hoping 
beyond hope, he wanted Allison to be the one. What was really great 
though was that she really seemed to like him. Although they talked 
quite a bit Nick couldn't bring himself to tell her about his situation 
at home. It was just too embarrassing. In fact, none of his friends 
knew. What would they think if they found out just how bad his mother 
babied him? He just couldn't let that happen. He'd never be able to face 
them again. At sixteen you were supposed to be treated like an adult - 
not like a six year old.

        Flipping on the computer and starting his chat program Nick was 
overjoyed to see Allison's icon there. It was definitely turning into a 
great day. After their cursory hellos, Nick happily told her they were 
finally alone, at least for a few hours. They could talk and wouldn't 
have to worry about someone barging in. Allison seemed happier about 
this than he'd expected, but that was just a sign of how great the day 
was turning out. They didn't talk for long before Allison suggested the 
unthinkable: virtual doctor. A game of 'you show me yours and I'll show 
you mine.' Nick was flabbergasted by the very idea but more excited then 
clear thinking would allow. This would be his chance, his first chance, 
to see a real girl naked. It was well worth the price, because after 
all, it was Allison.

        They negotiated a little, setting down a couple of ground rules 
before they started: Neither would record their little game and each 
would take a turn stripping for the other. A quick game of rock, paper, 
and scissors and it was decided Nick would go first. Both moved their 
cameras around the room to show that they were alone. Then the game 
started.

        Taking a quick breath, Nick flipped on the radio finding just the 
right music for the occasion. Piece by piece he started pealing his 
clothes away. He was glad he took the time to get fully dressed before 
going online. Not that he suspected anything like this. Trying as best 
he could to look sex, making them both laugh, he stripped off. It didn't 
take long for him to be left with nothing but his blue boxers. Feeling a 
little shy, but pumped at the same time, he turned slowly sliding them 
cautiously down his legs. Allison had a perfect view of his ass as he 
did this, his balls swaying as he stepped free of the last of his 
clothing. Nick wasn't surprised to see a full-blown hard-on staring back 
up at him. This was the most erotic sexy thing he'd ever done. Turning 
around he kept his hands blocking Allison's view, but she just cheered 
him on until finally he let her see what she wanted.

        "Wow, nice package." She said examining him through the camera. 
"Will you stroke it for me." Nick was a little shocked at how forward 
she was and blushed a bit, but hormones had taken over. He was willing 
to do anything to see Allison naked. Sitting on the rolling chair, he 
adjusted the camera so she could see him stroke his hard cock for her. 
Suddenly, the door burst open.

        Barging into the room, his mom started to speak before she noticed 
what was going on. "Nick are you in here. I can't find my wallet have 
you ... Oh, my God!" She screamed as Nick tried desperately to hide his 
shame. "What in the hell do you think your doing?" Stepping behind him 
Mary looked at the screen catching Allison staring back at her still 
fully clothed. "Don't you move!" She yelled at Allison through the 
camera. Yanking Nick up and spinning him around over her knee, she gave 
him no time to protest. "You want a show. You're going to get one!" 
Shifting the camera angle to showcase Nick's ass she locked her leg over 
his, and started smacking away at his ass with her hand. From cheek to 
cheek she liberally spread her anger over them. "I can't believe you did 
this." Nick struggled as her hand burned into his tender flesh. "I was 
just starting to trust you and you do this?" Grabbing a large wooden 
ruler from the desk, she started turning his ass from bright pink to a 
fiery red.

        Allison couldn't move. She was trapped in perverse fascination, as 
Nick's mother laid into him. Never before had she seen someone get 
spanked. In fact, her parents didn't even believe in spanking. But 
watching Nick take his paddling, his pretty ass jiggling back and forth, 
struggling under her relentless blows. His cock peeking out from time to 
time, as his ass almost glowed, had her panties dripping. This was much 
better then what she had planned, and all of it saved for posterity. 
But, just as it was getting exciting the camera went black, leaving 
Allison to wonder just what was happening a few blocks away.

        "What do you have to say for yourself young man? Why would you do 
this to me?" Mary was breathless as she stood Nick before her. Gently he 
rubbed at his tender ass trying to look away, until Mary stood and 
forced him to stare her in the eyes. "I thought I raised you better then 
this. And look!" Mary smacked the sensitive underside of his still rigid 
member. "You're still hard, and in front of your Mother. What kind of 
pervert are you? I didn't raise you this way. I want a full explanation 
right this minute." So, piece-by-piece Nick had to explain just what had 
happened and why. It wasn't what his mother wanted to hear, but it was 
the truth. With a heavy sigh Mary sat back down and examined her son. 
He'd turned into an exceptionally handsome young man and decently 
endowed. Maybe he was too sheltered, but he still had to learn right 
from wrong. "I understand," she said shaking her head a little, "but 
that is no excuse. If you're so interested in seeing a naked woman I'll 
buy you a magazine. But this will never happen again, do you 
understand?" Nick could only nod, still mortified at having to stand 
naked in front of his mother. Even with his hands in front of him he 
felt totally awkward and humiliated. It was beyond words. "This little 
punishment didn't seem to do much good." She said setting the ruler back 
on the desk. "I think something more appropriate is in order. From now, 
until I feel you've regained some sense of modesty, you will not be 
allowed to wear any clothes in this house again. Do you understand?" 
Nick stood there totally knocked out. It was a total nightmare.

        Struggling for words, Nick finally turned shock into protest. "But 
Mom ... you can't!"

        "You wana' bet?" Grabbing his by the arm she dragged him into the 
living room, setting him right next to the front door. She was hot. 
Steam was rolling off of her. "You're my son and I'll deal with you in 
any way that I see fit. One more word and I'll drag you out that door 
and leave you there. Then we'll see how much backtalk you have."

        "Please Mom, don't." Nick was terrified; she might just do it. 
"I'll do whatever you say. Really, I'm sorry."

        "Good!" Mary knew just how to play him, with her simple threat she 
had him all but falling into place. "I want you to gather up all your 
clothes (and I mean all of them) and put them in my room right this 
instant." Nick almost jumped to gather his things up: anything to get 
away from his mother's wrath and hide his nudity. Mary knew just how 
body shy Nick really was. It showed in the way he moved, and that almost 
constant complete body blush. In a way, the situation was quite 
arousing, but Mary had to push those feelings down. He was her son after 
all. Still, she knew this week was going to be a very interesting one. 
But, she didn't want to do anything that might scar him for life. It was 
up to her to make sure of that - before things went too far. A talk with 
her doctor at their appointment tomorrow would surely clear things up. 
Better safe then sorry. And, a night in the nude couldn't really hurt 
him.

        Carefully folding all of Nick's clothes into the large chest in 
front of her bed, Mary locked them away tight. It usual contents: spare 
blankets and photo albums, were now relegated to Nick's empty closet. It 
was oddly exhilarating watching her son run errands around the house for 
her, and since that fist complaint not another word had been said on the 
subject. It didn't take long to notice that whenever Nick was in her 
presence he would instinctively use his hands to cover himself. For some 
reason that seemed to lessen his punishment. So Nick was ordered to 
always keep his hands at his sides, so he wouldn't 'play with himself in 
public'. Mary figured by putting it that way, covering himself would 
seem almost more embarrassing than not.

        For Nick everything had gone south since his mother had come home 
early. His little world seemed to be crumbling before his very eyes. Not 
only was he going to be naked for the foreseeable future, but he also 
couldn't cover himself for risk of his mother thinking he was playing 
with himself. As if there was anyway that this could turn him on. Nick 
wanted to find a hole to nowhere, so he could happily jump in. Besides 
the total embarrassment at home, Allison had seen everything. What would 
she think? It was all ruined. As a side note to his despair, his ass was 
still sore.

        From his room he could hear the front door open. It was at that 
moment that he knew his life was over. "I'm home Mom!" Donna yelled as 
she plopped down on the couch still uncertain as to the 'why' of her 
mom's urgent call to come home. When her cell phone rang and her 
mother's voice answered her she realized her mom was the last person she 
expected to hear from. Usually, Donna felt pretty ignored by her mother; 
Nick was always the center of attention. Being a little jealous of it 
all, she was glad when her mother did finally notice her a bit. But, on 
the weekends, her little piece of jealousy faded away as she ran off 
with her friends leaving Nick home with his chores. It was rare but 
sometimes she felt sorry for the little guy. He never got away with 
anything, and always ended up on the rough side of the paddle when he 
made anything lower than a 'B'.

        Still it didn't matter much, Donna was ready to get away, and what 
fleeting attention her mother was willing to give her wasn't really 
worth it. Soon she'd be off at college and on her own. Being a senior 
did have its advantages though. Popularity and name recognition were 
just a few of the perks. It was funny that not a single one of her 
friends even knew she had a brother. In school he was just another 
nobody, a cute nobody, but still a nobody; unlike her, a popular 
cheerleader. If it weren't for his excellent grades and his quick mind 
no one would even have known he was there. She was sure he had some 
friends, but he rarely brought them home. It was only a guess, but she 
was pretty sure it had to do with the way their mom treated him. He was 
totally embarrassed about his home life. In the end she guessed that it 
all balance out: he got their mom's attention and she got everyone 
else's.

        "Oh, hi Honey." Mary came over and gave her a little peck. "We 
need to have a little talk about your brother."

        "Why is something wrong with him?" Donna said a little concerned. 
She didn't usually think about Nick, but she sure didn't want anything 
bad happening to him.

        "Well I guess showing is better then telling. Nick would you come 
in here please!" Mary yelled as she sat down beside her daughter.

        "Do I have to?" Nick yelled from around the corner.

        "Nick, get in here right this second!"

        Donna couldn't help but bust out laughing as her shy little 
brother came gingerly into the room in nothing but his tan. It took all 
of his willpower to stand there as his sister burst out laughing at him. 
He wanted to just take off and hide under his pillows for the rest of 
his life. Humiliated was a stark understatement to how he felt.

        "What did I tell you about those hands?" Mary said in a stern sour 
voice. Reluctantly he moved his hands to his sides, standing there on 
the edge of tears. "Now Donna that's enough!" Mary snapped at her, 
trying to keep from laughing herself. "Nick is being punished. For this 
week at least, your brother is going to be dressed just as you see him."

        That shut her up quick. This would kill her reputation. If anyone 
found out the new naked boy in school was her brother she'd be done for. 
"But what about school? He can't go to school like that!" 

        "Of course not at school." Shaking her head just a little 
exasperated. "I wouldn't do that to either of you. This is just at 
home."

        "Looking good baby brother." Donna chuckled.

        "That's enough Donna." Sighing Mary continued. "I caught your 
brother showing off online to some girl and I want him to relearn some 
modesty. So, teasing him a bit will be fine, but don't take it 
overboard. I'm leaving it up to you to help your brother, not just pick 
on him."

        "But I can pick on him some though, right?" Donna could see this 
was a chance of a lifetime.

        "Of course, it's his own fault he's this way."

        The rest of the night turned out to be just short of his worst 
nightmare. Running around doing chores and errands all night. Cooking 
dinner was at least a small reprieve, shielded by a frilly apron. And 
finally when the night was over they let him sulk off to bed, a sheet 
his only sanctuary. He couldn't help but wonder what horrors the next 
day would bring.

----

Doctor on Call (Chapter 2)

        The brush of cool air and the gasp of surprise were enough to pull 
Nick awake. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he hoped that yesterday 
was just a bad dream. But as soon as he looked around, spotting the 
angry look on his mother's face and his morning wood greeting the sun, 
he knew his nightmare had just begun.

        "What in the hell were you doing this morning, and what is that?" 
Pointing at his prominent erection pointing back at her.

        "Nothing mom," Nick blushing all over, tried as best he could to 
cover himself, "I just wake up that way sometimes. I wasn't doing 
anything."

        "We'll see about that." Mary huffed, tossing Nick's school clothes 
at him. "I have an appointment today, so I should be home just a little 
after you and Donna. I expect you to be dressed, or should I say 
undressed, exactly this way when I get home. Do you understand?" After 
his little nod she continued. "I want all your clothes folded and on my 
bed by then. And I don't expect you to be hiding in your bedroom either. 
This is punishment. Donna will be in charge until I get home. Now go 
take a shower and get ready for school." Mary couldn't help but give his 
ass a hard whap as he passed, leaving a large red handprint across his 
white skin. Hurrying to the bath Nick rubbed at the sore spot she'd left 
him. Mary felt a little ashamed of herself, as she stood there slightly 
out of breath. Her feelings just weren't right as she looked at her 
naked son, but she had no control over them. After her doctors 
appointment she'd have to decide if this should or shouldn't continue, 
because having him so compliant and naked was making her very wet. If 
she did continue his punishment she was scared what just might happen to 
her little family.

        Donna ducked back around the corner and quietly continued getting 
ready for school. It was weird watching her own mother get so hot over 
Nick. He was better looking then she'd realized, and those tan lines 
made his erection just reach out and grab your attention. But still, was 
this right? For the first time she saw a young man instead of her 
brother. She could tell that her mother was doing the same thing. One 
way or another this week was going to be one to remember for all of 
them.

        Rushing from the shower and out the door before anyone had time to 
realize. Nick grabbed a ride from one of his friends a few blocks over. 
It was funny how glad he was to be away from home. He wasn't sure if he 
ever wanted to go back.

        School was crowded as usual and Nick had planned to avoid both 
Donna and Allison as much as possible. The embarrassment was just so 
overwhelming. But the day wasn't working in his favor. As soon as he 
walked in the door and started pulling things from his locker there she 
was: Allison stood there just a few lockers down talking and laughing 
with her friends. Blending into the crowd didn't seem to work either. 
Allison spotted him, gave him a big smile and wave, which he tried to 
ignore, blushing from head to toe hurrying past. The giggling that 
followed, kept him burning with shame every time he thought about it. By 
now, all of her friends knew about what happened, and by noon the whole 
school would. It took every ounce of will he could muster to go to class 
instead of just skipping the entire day. Minutes clicked by like hours, 
as he watched the clock slowly plowing towards lunch.

        Classes passed like molasses until that horrible bell announced 
lunch with a taunting ring. Nick was sweating. He could see all those 
faces laughing, watching as he walked into the lunchroom. Taunting and 
jeering as Donna walked up and stripped him in front of everyone. His 
shame there before everyone. Shaking himself free of that dark mirage, 
he decided it was better to hide. So, lunch was spent in a stall of the 
men's room. The pungent smell of urine and the etched names and numbers 
sprawled across the red cubical his only companions. It was a toss up 
between just hiding or throwing in a quick retch as his heart pounded, 
waited for the bell to announce the next period. Time moved unbearably 
slow as he sat there, perched, waiting. As the bell tolled, he fled his 
captivity, sneaking off as fast as he could to his next class.

----

        Donna wasn't really looking for Nick as she got to school, but she 
couldn't help noticing the sickly green color flushing his face as he 
passed her in one of the halls. He wore a constant blush and looked 
ready to upchuck at any second. Normally he wasn't one to hunch up and 
try to hide from people, even though he didn't really interact much. It 
made her wonder just who was the girl on the other side of that camera, 
and just what did she see.

        It didn't take long, only a few periods, for her to figure it out. 
But, when she did the revelation was a totally shock.   Allison Pratchet 
was one of the most popular girls in school. Only a sophomore, but full 
of talent and looks - no one seemed able to resist. Every boy in school 
was after her. But, Allison's eyes were glued to one boy in particular, 
her brother. It was like watching a predator stalk its prey. She was 
there at his every turn. Stalking. Nick couldn't help looking spooked 
every time she appeared. Her eyes were a blaze with something Donna had 
never seen before, but instinctively she felt it: want and need. For 
some reason, Allison had laid claim to her baby brother and nothing (not 
even he) was going to stop her from getting what she wanted.

        During lunch Donna noticed Nick's disappearance, and she wasn't 
the only one. Allison also had her eyes out for the young man. After a 
quick meal Donna wandered around the room, as casually as she could, 
looking for him. It wasn't till the bell rang, that she caught sight of 
him darting from the restroom for his class looking even greener than 
before. It was hard for her not to feel sorry for him. Luckily though, 
nothing seemed to be circulating about him in the rumor mill. He had at 
least that much going for him.

----

        Most of Allison's morning was spent hanging around Nick's classes 
waiting for the poor boy to come along. She was surprised to see how 
sickly he looked this morning, but with what she knew about him - shy 
was an understatement. Either the night before was too much for him or 
something else was going on. She knew she'd have to work carefully to 
get him right where she wanted him. It was at lunch that she noticed 
he'd disappeared.

        Keeping her eyes peeled, she caught Donna on her little search 
mission. But, unlike most people, Allison knew that Donna was Nick's 
older sister. Thanks to that little fact, she couldn't help but notice 
the recon and it's inevitable conclusion. As she sat there letting her 
friends' conversation wash around her for most of lunch, she followed 
Donna's movements around the room. Nick's sister wasn't exactly what she 
expected. It seemed, no matter what Nick thought, Donna cared for him 
and his well-being. Something she'd have to take into consideration if 
she was going to make Nick hers.

        It was tiring being popular. Allison was constantly being 
bombarded with boys, trying for their petty little conquests, but Nick 
was different. He was quiet and smart, just a bit too shy for his 
handsome face and shapely body. He was a mystery. Most of the girls 
wouldn't even notice him since he wasn't part of any real click. But to 
her, he stood above the rest. In fact, she was the first to make 
contact. With a little research she found out that Nick hit some of the 
chat rooms on the weekends when he could. He wasn't hard to find and he 
was eager for any type of socializing. It also wasn't hard to find out 
his mom kept him on a tight leash. As much as he tried, his friends 
still all knew about it, but kept it mostly to themselves.

        When she was younger she found out that she relished being in 
control, especially over boys. One of her best friends had been a little 
boy named Alex. It was with him that Allison learned about the male 
anatomy and all of their little secrets. On the weekends, when he'd come 
over to stay, she'd take charge. She liked it that way. Most of Alex's 
time with her was spent in her tree house locked away from adults' 
prying eyes. Quick to take advantage Allison soon made his toy her own. 
Playing with it her favorite pass time. That is until just before high 
school, when he and his family moved away.

        But she was determined to find just the right boy to fit her bill, 
that's when she found Nick. He was perfect. All she needed was a little 
time, the right amount of influence, and he'd belong to her. Maybe, just 
maybe, Donna could be of some use to her. With both their reputations it 
would be easy to make Nick an accepted part of their click, and then 
he'd be her perfect toy boy. The how was going to be her biggest 
problem. She was confident though, that soon everything would fall into 
place.

----

        Nick's classes went much faster after lunch, just the opposite of 
what he wanted. They became a blur as he came closer and closer to the 
moment of truth. Before he knew it the bell was ringing for the end of 
the day. Luckily, after lunch things seemed to go much smother. Allison 
was no longer dogging his every turn, and no one seemed to notice him 
more than normal, which meant not at all. Staggered towards the bus, he 
was surprised to see Donna waving for him from the senior lot.

        "Hey little bother," smiling up at him from behind the wheel, 
"need a ride?"

        "Um, yea. Sure." Hopping into the car he rode home in silence.

        Nick was still a little green on the sides and looking totally 
worn out. It'd been a long day for him and Donna couldn't help noticing 
it. Normally she avoided him in school, but she was scared he wouldn't 
even make it home the way he looked. A few pangs of sympathy rushed 
through her as she looked at him, but there was nothing she could do 
about the way their mother decided to punish him. The ride was quite as 
they both contemplated the night ahead.

----

        Locking up her office Mary glanced at her watch. It was just after 
two. Hurrying from the office, she had to rush if she was going to make 
her two-thirty appointment. Traffic was a bear and she had to fight it 
all the way. Time and luck were on her side though, and she got there 
just in time to hear the doctor call her name. The exam went fine and as 
she was dressing she got up the nerve to talk with the doctor. Running 
through just the basics of it, Dr. Kline stood listening intently to her 
story.

        "So, you see I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing." Looking 
to the doctor she asked, "What do you think?"

        "Hmm, I'm not sure I can answer that for you." Dr. Kline paced 
back and forth across the little examination room.

        "Please, Dr. Kline," Mary pleaded, "you must have some opinion."

        "Call me Stephanie please." Dr. Kline tried to reassure her with a 
smile.

        "Stephanie, then. Please."

        Sitting on the little stool in front of Mary, Stephanie put a hand 
on her knee "Alright, first off, Nick was right; having an erection in 
the morning is totally normal for both boys and men." Mary sighed 
thankful to know Nick still never lied to her. "Second, I've heard of 
parents using methods similar to these before: on some it works, on 
others it doesn't. But, what I do know is that you have to be careful. 
Even the most sedate boy can become an animal when sexually frustrated. 
It may be best to relieve him of that pressure if you plan to continue 
this type of punishment." Mary looked a little shocked at her statement. 
"Calm down, I know what you're thinking, but masturbation is completely 
normal and healthy for a boy his age."

        "It just doesn't seem right to let him pleasure himself as part of 
his punishment." Mary couldn't help blushing as she saw her son 
masturbating at her command.

        "Well, if he's as shy as you've led me to believe I'm sure that 
doing it in front of an audience will only add to his punishment." 
Stephanie held her breath waiting for the explosion, but it never came. 
Mary thoughts instead turned inward about the whole thing. The situation 
had its appeal, but she was sure that Nick would never do it, no matter 
what. No amount of punishment would break down that wall, and his trust 
in her might also shatter if she tried to force him.

        "No, I'm sure that Nick would never do anything like that under 
any circumstance." Shaking her head she let image wither inside.

        "There are other ways." Stephanie knew this was her chance. Mary's 
situation was like a miracle. Never before did she believe that a gift 
like this would just land in her lap. If she played her cards right this 
would be a night to remember, and maybe more. "You know ... I could 
always come over and take a look at young Nick. That way you get a free 
physical out of this and I can show you what I know. In fact I have a 
few things that my last boyfriend left me that just might come in 
handy."

        "I could never ask that of you doctor. I know how busy you are." 
Mary held her breath. "And there are other reasons..." Her words died to 
a whisper, but still they came.

        "And what reasons are those?" Stephanie knew she had to be 
cautious. This type of thing could easily backlash on her at any time.

        "I'm just not sure that doing this is right. When I watch him," 
Mary's breath caught as she shoved her own shame into the light, "I get 
hot. ... A mother shouldn't feel this way about her son." Her blush so 
deep it was painful.

        "It's alright." Taking Mary into her arms, Stephanie comforted 
her, hiding the smile that crept to her face. It was better then she 
imagined. Instead of felling anger at Stephanie, it was guilt that was 
bothering her. It wouldn't take Stephanie much manipulating to get just 
what she was after. "All mothers have these feelings. Not so long in our 
own past it was common for relatives to have relations. Of course, in 
this day and age it's become a taboo, but every day we're becoming an 
enlightened society. Things happen, emotions happen that we can't 
control. No one will blame you for a little arousal."

        "Oh thank you doctor!" Mary clung to her like a raft plunging from 
the falls. She wasn't judged, but relieved of her nagging fears. Mary 
felt stronger and now even more determined to follow through. She 
couldn't go back on her word.

        "Just let me close up here and we'll talk a little more." 
Stephanie hurried things along. Her little practice was busy, but this 
was a chance she couldn't pass up. Telling the head nurse an emergency 
had come up; she had the place cleared out in less then half an hour. 
Opening her night for more interesting repasts.

        Doctor Stephanie had always fantasized about stripping young boys 
and playing with them, when she was younger. And this was her one chance 
to live that fantasy out with no worry or danger of repercussions. 
Stephanie remembered Nick well. He'd been in and out of her office many 
times, but never once had he been examined. Another doctor down the 
street treated him, a male doctor. With what she did remember of Nick 
though she knew this was going to be a wonderful night. Also, with just 
the right amount of leverage she could make sure Nick was her new 
patient. Giving her all the time in the world she wanted to play doctor 
with him. It was a dream come true. All she had to do was talk through 
all of Mary's fears, and get her situated for what she had planned for 
tonight. She was also sure that with a few more little talks Mary would 
be doing more than just think about her son - giving Stephanie a key to 
Nick anytime she wanted.

----

        As the door slammed closed behind him, Nick felt trapped. He had 
no choice, but to do what his mother had ordered. It felt like the 
embarrassment alone would kill him. Like a robot he walked to his 
mother's room and started stripping. Donna watched him from the door. 
Again, she felt sorry for him, but she had no choice in the matter. 
Also, she had her own instructions. Donna was there to oversee him until 
Mary got home. He belonged to her until then, and for some reason that 
made her feel giddy even through all her other misgivings.

        With his clothes neatly stacked and piled on the bed Nick turned 
to leave. It was then that he finally noticed Donna. Instinctively Nick 
tried to cover himself, but Donna knew the rules and was determined to 
make sure he followed them, for his own good. Walking over she took his 
hands one at a time and moved them to his sides. She couldn't help 
noticing his little thing shriveling in her presence. Donna wasn't sure 
if she should be offended or not.

        Taking him by the arm she led him into the living room and sat him 
on the loveseat. Nick was so out of it he just followed without protest. 
It all seemed so unreal, until he heard the curtains opening. He almost 
leapt up at the sound, but stopped himself just in time. If he had, he 
would have exposed himself to the whole neighborhood. Effectively, Donna 
had him trapped where he sat. The little loveseat she'd plopped him down 
on was at just the right angle to hide him, yet let him see the TV and 
make standing up a show that wasn't for the whole family - unless it was 
his of course.

        The room was almost completely bare except for the loveseat and 
the entertainment center. Most of the furniture was pushed out of the 
way into their father's old den, and only pulled out for company. Mary 
liked to keep the room open and free to move around in. Also, so she 
could practice her 'Buns of Steel' and video yoga. The large window that 
now held him trapped went from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, so he 
couldn't even crawl from the room. Nick had never liked that window. It 
was like opening their house to everyone. Now his dislike could only be 
called loathing. Even his mother hated that window and would have had it 
replaced with a reasonable sized one if they could've wasted the money 
on it. Nick could only wonder how she'd feel about it now.

        Peaking over his shoulder he watched as people moved up and down 
the street. There was no way he could move without someone noticing. 
Woodvine was one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood. Nick 
brooded that they just had to live on the same street as the park and 
the closest shopping mart (one of those little mom and pop places).

        As Donna stood there watching him she couldn't help feeling that 
Nick had thrown a challenge at her. Most of the boys in school thought 
she was a total knockout, but her little brother shriveled at the sight 
of her! It was an attack on her ego she couldn't let slide. She had to 
prove she was woman enough for any man, even if that man was her little 
baby brother. Determined, she decided that before their mother showed up 
she'd have Nick's little dick standing at attention and drooling just by 
being near her, and not once would she lay a finger on it. This was her 
chance to prove, if only to herself, that she was a real woman.

        But how? Then it came to her in a flash. With a little grin she 
left Nick to sit and wait. Throwing open her closet she started flipping 
through all her outfits. She was sure that after a little fashion show 
he'd be done for. Pulling out all of her most amazing sexiest clothes 
and tossing them onto the bed, she couldn't help but smile. No one could 
stand up to her charms once she turned them on. Sliding open her chest 
of drawers she pulled out her best panties, the ones with all the lace 
and the little red bowties on the front and back. And her tiniest 
swimsuit she only used at home to get her best tan. As she closed the 
door and started slipping out of her school clothes, she knew that she 
was going to have the best time. It would be so much fun to see what 
kind of reactions she would get with each outfit, like her own personal 
opinion pole, no pun intended. She could help laughing at the thought.

        Nick sat there desperate to have something to think about other 
then the open window. He would have turned on the TV, but the remote was 
sitting on top of it, what seemed miles away. Even a quick dart across 
the room wasn't a chance he was willing to take. It wasn't until Donna 
cleared her throat that he noticed she'd come back. She stood there in 
the hall, one hand on her hip the other leaning against the doorframe. 
Nick had to blink twice. His sister was no longer in her school clothes, 
but in a tight Lycra top (with no bra - obvious from the pokies) and a 
short black mini that buttoned up the side (not all buttoned).  Her long 
brown hair was pulled to one side in a kind of ponytail, and her lips 
glistened red. She was hot.

        The shock of how she looked held him for a second until he 
realized that other things were taking notice too. He tried to cover 
himself, but as soon as he did Donna said, "Don't. If you can't keep 
those hands still I'll have to tie them behind your back." Donna smiled, 
"Mom's orders." Nick couldn't believe it. Would she really? But looking 
into her eyes, he could see the determination there - she definitely 
would. Luckily, her threat had a similar effect to covering up, because 
his quickly rising member fell instantly. "But, since we're here and we 
have nothing to do, I figure that you can help me a bit. I have a few 
outfits I'd like your opinion on." Her smile grew as she said, "That is 
if you're up to it." He couldn't help but blush at her statement.

        If he refused, Nick was sure that Donna would do it anyway, so all 
he could do was nod and let her get on with it. He was sure with just a 
little willpower and the thought 'she my sister' running through his 
head, he's have no problem controlling his arousal. Sitting there 
waiting for her next show he was sure he was in complete control. But, 
when she did come back he almost chocked. She was wearing this little 
pink and yellow patch bikini. It was so small he almost didn't have to 
imagine anything. His reaction was almost immediate and his hands flew 
to cover it up. His willpower evaporated, and color filled his cheeks.

        The smile that rippled over Donna's face was half amusement, half 
appreciation, and half vindication. No one could have watched his 
reaction without a smile. He looked so shocked as she walked in, part 
for how she looked and the other for his immediate hard-on. And their 
isn't a woman out their who wouldn't appreciate such an overwhelming 
reaction. Finally, she had her vindication. Proof that she was woman 
enough for any man. She tried to let her smile fade some but it just 
wouldn't go.

        "I'm sorry Nick, but I warned you." Walking back to her room she 
threw on her robe and grabbed a pair of pantyhose. As she came back in 
the room, she couldn't help feeling sorry for the little guy. He looked 
like he wanted to bolt from the room but couldn't. His hands were back 
by his sides and his erection was gone. Pleading eyes looked back into 
hers. "I'm sorry." She said, but she wasn't sure if she really was. 
Walking behind him she took one arm and pulled it behind him. He didn't 
struggle, though he did whimper a bit as she tied one hand then the 
other together behind his back. Shifting trying to get comfortable Nick 
had to move into an even more embarrassing position. Hips thrust 
slightly forward, and his upper body leaning back. It made him feel like 
he was on display, and if Donna kept up her game it would be obvious any 
reaction he had.

        Donna knew now that even Nick couldn't look at her without get 
aroused, but his reactions were so much fun, she couldn't just stop. She 
still had too many outfits left to try. Half buttoned blouses, tight 
little pullovers, miniskirts, skintight jeans ... one by one she tried 
them all on for him. Asking his opinion on this or that, though his 
opinion was easily readable. From one to the next his erection wouldn't 
subside. It was most gratifying, even if it was from her little brother. 
The show lasted almost an hour and by the end Nick member was drooling 
all over the place.

        Throwing on her school clothes again. She came back to the living 
room smiling. Nick was wearing a depressed little frown and tried not to 
look at her. Even after an hour he was still blushing as she looked at 
him. Grabbing a tissue she kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his 
erection. "I don't think Mom would like you getting her chair all 
sticky." She said as she slowly wiped the pre-cum from his dick. Nick 
tried to pull back but Donna just tightened her grip. "Don't worry. I'm 
just cleaning you up some." This wasn't the first cock she'd held, but 
it was one of the nicest. After a few seconds she'd finished and tossed 
the tissue into the trash.

        It took her a minute or two to pull the couch and table into the 
room so she could get comfortable. Luckily their mother had bought some 
things to help slide the furniture around quickly, or she wouldn't have 
been able to do it without Nick's help. Flopping down on the couch she 
had a perfect view of him as she sat there. She couldn't help smiling as 
she noticed he was still rock hard. Just as she opened her mouth to 
start a conversation they heard key hit the lock.

        Nick sat there in horrified silence as his mother walked into the 
living room trailed by another woman. "My God!" Mary said furiously. 
"What do you think you're doing?" Closing his eyes he could already feel 
the tirade coming and somehow all this would be his fault. Opening his 
eyes he noticed the other woman had her hand on his mother's shoulder in 
a calming fashion. "What's going on here?" Mary asked in a calmer voice. 
"Why are you sitting like that?"

        "Because my hands are tied." The words rushed out as he tried to 
fight back tears.

        "Donna?!" Mary shot her daughter a dark look. "Why?"

        "Well you said that if he couldn't keep his hands at his sides 
we'd just tie his hands up, so I did." Donna said calmly, though a 
little flushed herself, not expecting a guest.

        "Donna, I didn't mean that literally." She sighed wearily. "But, 
still! Why is that," pointing to his erection, "like that."

        Before Donna or Nick had a chance to say a word Stephanie was 
already speaking. "Mary, please. You've had a husband don't you know by 
now that young men don't need a reason to have an erection." Stephanie 
smiled. "Young men, such as Nick here, get unwanted erections all the 
time it's just part of the male reproductive system. As it matures he'll 
gain more control, but even then most men still get them from time to 
time with no stimulus." Her smile swept to Nick. "Isn't that right." 
Nick was so shocked by her defense he just nodded without thinking.

        "I guess your right." Mary let out another little sigh. "Please 
Doctor have a seat. I'll go get us all something to drink. Donna, why 
don't you come help me?"

        As his mother and sister left the room Stephanie walked over to 
Nick. "Hello, I'm Doctor Kline. Pleased to meet you." Blushing from head 
to toe Nick nodded to her too embarrassed to talk. Taking a seat on the 
couch where she could see Nick best she smiled at him. "Your Mother 
invited me over to take a look at you." Her smile deepened a little at 
the shock on his face. "I'm sure that we'll get along just fine."

        Donna and Mary came back in with drinks for all of them: his with 
a large straw in it. Donna put it to his mouth, as she sat down beside 
him. His mother took up a place next to Doctor Kline. After just a few 
sips Stephanie clapped her hands. "Well I guess we should get this 
started. Could you clean this table off please?" Soon the long living 
room table was cleared of drinks and coasters. Placing her hand behind 
one of Nick's arms and wrapping her other hand around his hard member 
Stephanie pulled him to a standing position. Donna and Mary just sat 
there stunned, almost a stunned as Nick, at how forward she was.

        "The window!" Nick chocked in horror - the first of the three to 
recover.

        "Yes, I guess we should close that." Stephanie smiled. "Would you 
be a dear and do that Donna?" Luckily, Donna leapt up to close it. 
"That's better. Now Nick I want you right here." She said as she sat him 
down on the end of the table. Grabbing her bag from the hall she came 
back pulling a stethoscope around her neck. In no time she was poking 
and prodding him asking him personal questions. He tried not to answer 
but his mother stood there staring him down until he did. Once or twice 
Mary was about to berate him about one of his answers, but Stephanie was 
quick to step to his defense. But still things like how many times you 
masturbate a week, what do you masturbate to, what turns you on, do you 
find your sister or mother sexually attractive are not the kind of 
questions you want to answer, especially in front of your mom and 
sister; especially questions about them. It was quickly becoming his 
worst nightmare, but when he thought about he figured that this was much 
worse.

        Taking a couple straps from her bag Stephanie tightened Nicks legs 
to those of the table. Nick couldn't say who was more shocked him or 
them. Pulling him to his feet Stephanie started the testicle exam. "Now 
this is used to tell if there's something wrong with the testicles. 
Cancer or knots in the vas deferens (the spermatic cords). Really it 
would be best for both of you to know how to do this. Please come here 
and I'll show you how." If he could have bolted he would have but with 
his hands and legs tied he had no chance. Suddenly, both his mother and 
sister were right there with the doctor. Each taking her turn to feel, 
stretch, and molest his poor testicles. After a few minutes each, the 
doctor felt they were now well informed.

        Nick felt like he was burning up he was so embarrassed. Taking his 
arms Stephanie lowered him back down to the table. Taking a small knife 
from her bag she cut the pantyhose free letting Nick rub some feeling 
back into his hands.

        "Aw," Donna said, "those were a pair of my best pantyhose."

        "Sorry, dear." Stephanie said a little amused. "I'll get you a new 
pair." Smiling at Nick she said, "Now just lie back we have just a few 
more tests to do." Lying back reluctantly, Nick just noticed Doctor 
Kline pulling something from her bag. Before he had time to realize what 
it was Stephanie had his hands cuffed together under the table.

        "Hey!" Was about the only articulate thought that came to him.

        "Don't worry dear." Stephanie smiled at him again. "It's just a 
precaution. This test might upset you a little."

        "What test?" Nick whispered in bated breath.

        "I'm just going to take a sperm sample."

        Nick wasn't sure if it was him or Donna that gasped at the 
statement. "But ... but you can't. Not here. Not with them watching!" If 
he hadn't of been tied down he would of sat strait up but all he could 
do was lean up. Terror stark in his eyes.

        "It won't be that bad. Really." She said pushing him back down 
with one hand. Slipping on a pair of rubber gloves and pulling a small 
sample container from her bag she looked at Nick. He'd almost stopped 
breathing and he was looking around the room at his mother and sister to 
save him. But they just stood there.

        "Maybe ... " Donna's voice shook. "Maybe I shouldn't be here."

        "Nonsense." Stephanie said as she took hold of Nick's rigid member 
and pumped it a few times. "This will be a good learning experience. It 
will be up to you and your mother to do it from now on."

        "What?!" Donna and Mary said almost simultaneously. Nick couldn't 
even speak he felt so nauseous and dizzy.

        "Well, of course." Doctor Kline said. "If you plan to have him 
like this for a while, you're going to have to make sure he has a low 
testosterone level, so you won't have to worry about him. I've already 
told you the dangers of frustrating a young man." Taking some oil from 
her bag she put a little into her palm and took hold of Nick's cock 
again: slowly twisting and turning the oil into his hard-on. "Four or 
five times a day should do." This time Nick did gasp. "Maybe more if he 
seems too frisky."

        "But, they can't" Nick pleaded.

        "Oh, of course they can." She smiled at the two women. "I have the 
utmost confidence in them. This should be an easy task." Quickly she 
started pumping Nick's cock turning his coming protest into nothing more 
than a grunt. "You can do it all at one time in a row. When you do it 
that way it's called milking. And you can think of it the same way. Just 
a means to an end - nothing erotic." She hid her little smile by looking 
down at what she was doing. Already Nick was on the edge, but she wanted 
it to last longer so she tightened her grip and slowed down.

        "I don't know doctor." Mary said a little shaken. "Are you sure 
this is okay?"

        "Oh, positive." Stephanie smiled. "When I was an a med student, 
during my internship, I had to do this for some of the patients. It's 
really all just clinical. You'll have no problem." Putting on her most 
reassuring look she smiled up at them. "Besides it's almost like a 
punishment in itself. You don't feel guilty for a little paddling. Why 
should this be any different?" Moving the sample jar onto Nick's stomach 
she sped up her pace again. "After I'm through here. We can discus it. 
Then each of you can give it a try." Nick groaned at her words. He was 
once again on the edge. His cock felt ready to explode, he tried to hold 
back but Doctor Kline's hands were relentless. With a last heaving 
breath, cock pulsing, hands and feet in knots, he exploded into the 
container Stephanie held to tip of his cock. "Isn't the male 
reproductive system just amazing?" She exalted watching the last few 
pulses die away as she stroked it.

        Tears streamed down Nick's face through tightly closed eyes. He'd 
never felt so humiliated or lost in his whole life. Pulling the gloves 
from her hands Stephanie stroked Nicks chest and face trying to calm 
him. "Don't worry dear you did just fine." She said as she wiped a few 
tears away. "I think we should leave him to rest for a little bit. Why 
don't we have a drink or two in the other room?" Mary led them to the 
dinning room with only one quick glance back with a concerned look.

        Nick laid there mentally and physically exhausted. Everything had 
happened so fast. His life was crashing around his ears. Closing his 
eyes he tried to think of anything but what was coming. Until finally 
sleep claimed him.

----

        "That was so amazing!" Donna blurted out as they all sat down at 
the table. "I've never seen anything like it!"

        "I agree." Stephanie said with a smile. "The male reproductive 
system just fascinates, doesn't it?"

        "That's not what I mean. It's the way you controlled it, 
controlled him ... it was, wow!"

        "Thank you dear," Stephanie said patting Donna on the hand while 
she took a sip of the whisky Mary had placed before her. "but in the end 
it's all just part of the whole. Just another fascinating side effect of 
the reproductive system."

        "I'm still not sure about all this." Mary said with a sigh. "It 
all seemed so rough on my poor little Nick." Concern heavy in her eyes.

        "Oh come on Mom. I haven't heard of a guy yet that would complain 
about cuming." Donna shot back with an exasperated look, but her eyes 
still glowed with the fascination of it all.

        "No, Donna, your mother has the right of it." Stephanie said 
hiding her smile. "I was very trying on poor Nick, but this is a 
punishment is it not? Doesn't he cry when you spank him?" Stephanie 
looked seriously into Mary's eyes. "Do you really want him enjoying it?"

        "No I guess not." Mary looked away not sure how to feel. Watching 
her son masturbated was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt, and the 
thought of doing it herself almost made her quiver with orgasm on the 
spot. But that was the problem: it felt wrong even though it also felt 
so right. It was like a war inside her head and her doubts were quickly 
losing. "But, should we really be doing it? He's my son and her 
brother." She said as if that should settle the whole thing.

        "As long as he doesn't take it the wrong way, why should it bother 
you?" Stephanie said in all seriousness. "Anyway it's up to you. I'm not 
here to pressure you into doing something that makes you feel 
uncomfortable, but I still will warn you that he may lose control and 
that will be your fault." Smiling at Mary she reassured her. "It's 
really just taking the high road and keeping him safe."

        After a little more discussion it was decided that as long as Nick 
was to be kept nude he would have to be milked to make sure his impulses 
were curbed. With a little more discussion they all decided that it 
would be best if Nick stayed home for the rest of the week, so he 
wouldn't do anything rash. Stephanie gave Mary an excuse for the week 
for his school and promised that she would come by sometime later in the 
week to check up on him. And after giving one last lesson in hand jobs 
Stephanie would have to go.

----

        Nick wasn't sure what pulled him awake, but he remembered he was 
having the worst dream ever. Pulling his eyes open and trying to sit up 
he felt the handcuffs and saw Dr. Kline and realized that his dream, no 
his nightmare, was reality.

        "I'm glad to see you're awake." Stephanie smiled down at him. 
"Feeling rested? Because we have to more times to go."

        "What do you mean?" Nick tried to swallow the lump that had formed 
in his throat.

        "Your sister and mother have to have a go before I leave."

        "No, please..." Nick tried to sit up and pull his arms free but 
just succeeded in gouging a couple of furrows into his arms.

        "Now look what you've done." Stephanie said with a little heat. 
"Now you lay back right this instant young man." The crisp whip like 
tone had him lying back on the table before he realized it. "Let me 
clean these up." She said touching the little gashes on his arms. "Once 
were done with that we'll let your sister get her turn. And don't try to 
sit up again or I'll strap your chest down to the table and you'll have 
to sleep here all night. I'm sure you wouldn't like that." She said in 
tones that brook no argument. It was with a quick dab of some antiseptic 
or other and they were ready to start again. "Donna, please take your 
place."

        Donna nodded then knelt at Nick's side. She felt a little odd 
about being there, but the whole situation reeked with a wicked wild 
fascination she couldn't resist. This was her little brother, but at the 
same time it was a man she was about to take total control over. Nothing 
had ever given her such a wild thrill before. Slowly she took his limp 
dick into her hand and started to caress and squeeze it - taking control 
over it. With a few words of advice and encouragement she was slowly 
learning the power she now had. She tried to look into Nick's eyes to 
see the depth of her power, but his eyes were clamped tightly shut.

        On the few rare occasions when she'd given a guy a hand job she'd 
never felt this connection this power switching between them. But now it 
seemed so obvious it was like a slap in the face, a wakeup call. Donna 
knew that at that moment that Nick belonged to her, that he was totally 
in her power. With slow stops and subtle grip changes she could change 
the way he breathed and moved. She could bring him to the edge and leave 
him there or toss him over on a whim. It was a glory she'd never felt. 
One that she knew she want over and over again. And in that instant she 
understood Allison. This was what she was craving, what she could only 
get from a boy like her brother. But at the moment he belonged to her.

        Nick could feel the cresting waves of his orgasm come and fade 
with her movement. He felt like a new toy that she was just trying out. 
Just learning all it's new tricks. Minutes turned into an hour or more. 
His mind and body a roller coaster he couldn't control, until finally 
Stephanie told Donna to finish him off. That final crest felt like a 
mountain that he had to climb, but climb it he did. And the fall was 
glorious. A bone wrenching total body climax. But in that pleasure 
reality wouldn't leave him alone. It pounded with pictures of his cum 
stained body his sister leeching the last few drops from his still 
ridged cock. Shock and horror quickly stomped out what pleasure 
remained. Again, he was left feeling hollow and violated - humiliated 
more than he ever imagined.

        But it was just starting because as soon as Donna stood his mother 
took her place. Her eyes shinning with a gleam he'd never seen there 
before. And as her hand wrapped around his tender member he knew that 
his life had just turned to hell.

        Mary started pumping Nick's cock working him through his bought of 
over sensitivity. All he could do was grunt and moan while Dr. Kline 
urged her on. It took a minute or two for the pain to finally change 
back into pleasure. But by that point Nick was already in tears. It was 
just too much for him to deal with. Mary was quick and efficient and 
brought Nick literally to a screaming orgasm that left him shaking and 
totally crushed. He didn't even notice as the three women cleaned and 
pampered him and carried him off to bed. The night had shattered 
something in him and he knew he'd never be the same again.

----

        It wasn't until later that evening that Donna stood in the door 
watching her brother toss and turn in his sweat soaked sleep that the 
guilt hit her. Her mother had somehow come to terms with it, but as she 
stood there watching Nick it hit her like a poleax. She'd done something 
wrong and she knew it, but she also knew she'd do it again and again and 
couldn't stop herself. Somehow she was going to have to make sure to fix 
it, to do something to make Nick all right.

        Crawling into bed beside him she took him in her arms and held 
him. With a little sob in his sleep Nick curled up tight and leaned into 
Donna's warmth. Bored into that safety that radiated from her. Finally 
with a sigh of relief he fell into calm silent sleep. Donna couldn't 
help but smile a sad but resigned smile as she held him closer. She knew 
what she had to do.

----

        Mary sat there in her bed, the bottle of Jack Daniels propped up 
on the pillow beside her. The events of the night kept flowing over and 
over in her mind. It was like a nightmare. She had done the unforgivable 
to her son. She had forced herself on him, on a whim. But the worst of 
it was that she could feel the need in him, the need to be taken, and 
that really scared her.

        What was she to do with him? How could she even deal with 
something that she didn't even understand? With everything that happened 
she was going to have to finish what she started but how? All she really 
knew was that she was never going to touch him that way again. It would 
take time and effort but this time it was she who was going to have to 
build the trust back. It would be up to Donna to fill that need that 
they had fostered in him until she could find that someone who would 
know, and love him for or despite it.

        Taking another swig from the bottle and tightening the lid she 
slid into her covers. Clicking of the light she fought hard to find 
sleep in the tumble of guilt and shame that overcame her. But in the end 
she swept it all away with a firm resolve to find her son that true love 
to take care of him.

(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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