When the Need Strikes – Chapter 1
Introduction:
In exchange for four million dollars, Petra and her younger brother agree to only cum by each other’s hands for the next two months.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â he asked wordlessly, and in response Petra simply nodded her head. The pair stepped forward in unison, entering the house of Mason DeGraves, beginning a visit that they knew would change their lives forever.
Ever since he arrived in the neighborhood Lord DeGraves had been an enigma. No one knew how he had gotten his money, where heâd come from, or why heâd chosen to live there. No one even knew quite how old he wasâall that was known was that he had more money than any one person should reasonably haveâand that he was willing to part with it, for a cost.
âDaresâ didnât quite do it justiceâthey were more like experiments. Perverted experiments. Completely legal, of courseâLord DeGraves could afford a literal army of lawyers, and though there had been a handful of lawsuits, theyâd been thrown out. Sick and twisted though his actions were, it was clear that he was operating entirely within the bounds of the law.
The people who went through with it always came out changed. But they also came out richâhe kept his promises, and if you followed whatever rules he set, DeGraves would make sure you were compensated.
Craig and Petra had read his latest advertisement, and been unable to resist: he was looking for a brother-sister pair. They didnât desperately need the money, but when they saw the price of his âbountyâ, it was too alluring to resist. Two million dollarsâeachâfor two monthâs work? No matter what he had them do, it would be worth itâŠand since he had to abide by the laws, they knew that it couldnât be anything too bad.
As they stood outside the wealthy manâs huge wooden doors, Petraâs hand reached out and grabbed Craigâs. She was two years older, but the two had never really fought, the way siblings doâthis strong bond had made them confident that they could get through whatever Lord DeGraves ordered.
To their surprise, DeGraves met opened the door himselfâa hungry look came over his eyes when he saw the pair, standing there and holding hands. Craig was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, but his attention was focussed on Petraâshe was wearing one of her favorite skirts. It ended just above the knee, but the old manâs leer made her feel utterly exposed.
âCome this way,â he said gleefully, and the siblings briefly glanced at each other before dutifully following.
Inside the old manâs office, he gestured for them to sit.
âIs there another chair?â Petra asked, looking at the small seat in front of Lord DeGraveâs huge desk.
âSit,â he replied. âBoth of you.â
There was a moment of hesitation, but not wanting to throw away a chance in a lifetime because of a little awkwardness, Petra took the initiative, pushing Craig down and sitting on his lap. She was determined not to let the old man make her feel uncomfortable, though a blush quickly spread across Craigâs cheeks.
âNow,â Mason began, âthe pair of you are blood relatives, yes? You share the same birth parents?â
âThatâs right,â Petra replied, holding eye contact as confidently as she could.
âExcellent, excellentâŠIâll remind you that if thatâs a lie, the contract is null and void, and at the end of the two months, youâll get nothing. Do you understand? Iâm only looking for blood relatives.â
âOf course,â Craig muttered, unable to bring himself to look directly at the old man.
Lord DeGraves pressed a button on his desk, and a few minutes later a young lady dressed in a sexy French maidâs outfit brought the siblings a cup of tea each. As she bent down to refill her masterâs tea-cup, her skirt rode up, and it became obvious that she wasnât wearing anything under it.
Petra suddenly began to regret her decision to sit on her brotherâs lap, and dug an elbow into his side.
âOw!â he exclaimed, and his face went even redder as he realized the purpose of his sisterâs attack. âOh, shitâŠsorry. JustâŠgive me a few minutes. I, uhâŠsorry.â
The chambermaid blocked the old manâs view of the two, but as she tottered out of the room again, he had a huge grin upon his face, as if he knew exactly what had just transpired.
âThatâs Bethany,â he said, gesturing to the door. âI offered her five hundred thousand to be my maid for a month. She liked it so much sheâs stayed on full timeâŠâ
Petra and Craig shot each other a glance. The busty girl who had just left couldnât have been much older than Petraâwhy would she throw away her life to serve tea to a lecherous old man? For a second, both of them considered leaving, and as if he could detect their shared impulse, Lord DeGraves got straight to the point.
âFour million dollars. For that, you would think that much more than a month of housework was needed, wouldnât you?â
Petra nodded, while Craig focussed on trying to deflate his erection. He sipped his tea, trying to avoid avoiding picturing Bethany naked, wondering if her duties involved more than just serving her masterâs guests. Wondering if she had to service him as wellâŠ
That did it. The mental image of DeGraves naked was enough to completely deflate his boner, and he tuned back into the conversation.
âYouâll receive it in cash at the end of the two months, provided you follow my every instruction. Iâll provide you with security to deposit it into a bank, if thatâs how you choose to deal with itâI wouldnât want you to lose it between here and safety now, would I?â
âOf course not,â Petra said, politely sipping at the tea that sheâd been provided. It was much better than she expectedâmilky, sweet, and not too strong.
âMy terms are simpleâfor the next two months, starting the second you leave this office, neither of you are allowed to masturbate. You arenât allowed to use sex toys on yourself, you arenât allowed to deliberately stimulate yourself with your hands or other body parts, and you may not rub against inanimate objects to get yourself off. Whatâs more, neither of you may pleasureâor be pleasuredâby any sexual partners. No girlfriends, boyfriends, fuck buddiesâŠno one.â
The pair sitting in front of him nodded. Two months of abstinence would be hard, but for four million dollars, theyâd been prepared for something much worse.
âFor the next two months,â Lord DeGraves continued, a crude smile appearing on his face, âif you want to get off, you have one course of actionâeach other.â
If Petra hadnât just swallowed the last of her tea, she would have spat it out in shock.
âLord DeGraves!â she exclaimed, âYou canât be serious! You expect my brother and I toâŠto pleasure each other?â
âNot at all,â he replied with a chuckle. âYou have that option, of course, but you also have the choice to be abstinent. Itâs only two months, after allâI know that youâre young, but Iâm sure that you can tough it out for that long.â
âIsnât that illegal?â Craig asked, and Petra noticed that his cup was also empty.
âAbstinence? I certainly hope not,â the old man replied with a grin.
âAsking a brother and sister to pleasure each otherâŠâ Craig replied. Somehow the tea had given him courage, and he was able to make eye-contact with the rich old man.
âFirst of all, Iâm not asking that. You two are the ones with the dirty mindsâIâm just saying that if youâre completely unable to stop yourselves from getting off, thatâs your only option. Secondly, itâs only intercourse thatâs illegal, and in no way am I suggesting that. Brothers and sisters can jerk each other off until the cows come homeâthereâs no law against that.â
Lord DeGraves sat back in his chair, his crooked teeth showing as he grinned wickedly. He looked like he took a real pleasure in shocking them with his crude words, and the siblings found it a struggle not to flinch in response to his unwavering gaze.
âHow,â Petra said softlyâthe tea seemed to have had the opposite effect on her, making her feel softer, slower, more submissive. âHow can you expect to monitor this?â
Ever since heâd laid eyes on them, Mason DeGraves had been all smiles and leers, but at Petraâs question, his face turned dark.
âYou donât want to lie to me, young lady. Trust me on that.â
* * *
The bus ride home was awkward, to say the least. The pair had agreed to DeGraveâs termsâhow could they not? Four million dollars in exchange for two months of abstinence? It was impossible to turn down. But it wasnât until they sat on the bus that they realized what theyâd signed up for.
If they found themselves horny beyond all reason, they had two optionsâthey could forfeit the money, or they couldâŠ
âWe just wonât,â Craig had stated assertively, and Petra had found herself nodding more than sheâd originally intended.
âOf course we wonât,â she said, and that seemed to be the end of it.
* * *
Craig:
The first week was easy. Seven days without masturbation is hardly a struggleâIâd gone longer than that when Iâd had to. Family vacations and the like. So for the first seven days, my sister and I had no problem abstaining.
Sure, I woke up every morning with a boner, but a quick cold shower was enough to solve that problem, and then all I had to do was spend the rest of the day not thinking about sex.
The second weekâŠthatâs when things started to go downhill.
See after about a week, hormones start to take over. Itâs easy enough to say âdonât think about sexâ, but after a week without release, everything starts to remind you of sex. I swear the girls in my class all simultaneously decided to wear the hottest clothes that they owned, and my favorite teacherâMrs Bloomsdaleâkept throwing me saucy glances.
I know, I know, it was all in my headâŠbut it just wouldnât stop.
And then, completely unbidden, the image of Bethany popped into my mind. The maid at Lord DeGraveâs manorâI had never seen anyone so sexy, so curvyâŠI couldnât stop thinking about her. Her ass had been so perfect, and suddenly my mind wouldnât stop obsessing about her pussyâwas it shaved? I imagined she had big puffy lipsâŠshe was so deliciously curvyâŠ
I tried not to think about it. God knows I tried. But late at night, I couldnât stop thinking about her, what sheâd look like out of the maidâs costume, kneeling in front of me, promising to do whatever I likedâŠ
Maybe it wasnât fair to Petra. But I knew that if I didnât do something soon, I wouldnât be able to stop myself. I managed to last three daysâthree days with Bethanyâs body bouncing around my brain, before I caved.
It was a Wednesday night, around 1am. Iâd gone to bed early in the hope that Iâd drift off and get to sleep, but I just couldnât stop thinking about her. It was like someone had put a spell on meâno matter what I did, no matter how I tried to distract myself, the image of Bethanyâs maid outfit wouldnât leave me. My hand kept drifting to my prick, and I knew that if I didnât do something soon, Iâd be cheating us out of four million dollars without even meaning to.
And so, as much as I hated to do it, I crossed the hall and knocked on my sisterâs door.
âCraig!â she said in sleepy surprise, as she opened the doorâsheâd obviously been awoken by my knock. I shushed herâif Mom and Dad woke up, thereâd be no way of explaining what we were doing, meeting at 1am. We hadnât told our parents about the wager, or experiment, or whatever you want to call it.
And if they walked in on us doing what I was pretty sure we were going to do, I donât think thereâd be any way we could explain it to them.
It only took Petra a few seconds to realize why I was standing at her door.
âOh,â she said flatly, then shook her head to try to get the cobwebs out. âSeriously?â
âIâm sorry,â I replied, and I meant it. I wouldnât normally have done thisâŠbut with a seven-figure payout on the line, I didnât have a choice.
âItâs only been a weekâŠâ Petra said with a roll of her eyes. âYou seriously couldnât hold off for a week?â
âTen days,â I replied, looking my sister straight in the eyes. âAnd you know I wouldnât be here if I didnât have to be.â
Petra seemed taken aback by my directnessâever since weâd visited Lord DeGraves, Iâd felt more assertive than I normally did. Maybe it was the prospect of being wealthy, I dunno. But she sighed, looked down at my tented pants, and gestured me into the room. She sat on the edge of her bed, and I sat down next to her.
âI guess weâd better get this over with,â she said, reaching into her bedside drawer and pulling out a pair of gloves.
âGloves?â
âI figured you probably wouldnât be able to last the whole two months, so I made some preparations.â
Her lack of confidence in my staying power annoyed me, until I realized that yeah, she was right. She put on the gloves, covered her right hand with a generous amount of lube, and turned to face me.
âShould IâŠâ
âCome on,â Petra said. I had to admire the matter-of-fact way that she was approaching this. âLet me know how you want it.â
Iâd never been asked that before. Truth be told, Iâd never received a hand-job at allâmy ex-girlfriend and I had fooled around, but weâd never gone beneath the pants. My first ever sexual contact was going to be with my sisterâŠhow sad was that?
I pulled my pajama pants down, leaned back onto my elbows, and tried to communicate what worked best for me. In what I assume was an attempt to make it as un-weird as possible, she took on a professional persona, and obeyed my instructions exactly.
With a bit of effort, I managed to ignore the surge of power I felt, having my sister handling my member and doing exactly what I said, and thought about Bethany. Her big, jiggling jugsâŠher sexy maid costumeâŠeven the fact that she was voluntarily still serving the old man was sort of sexy.
The thought of Mason DeGraves having intercourse with her crossed my mind, to my horrorâI couldnât think of a less sexy man if I tried. Iâd been so close, but at the idea of his old, wrinkled flesh pressing up against her young and supple bodyâŠmy boner immediately began to soften, and my sister gave a cry of anguish.
âCraig!â she said, and I couldnât help itâI snapped.
âFor fuckâs sake, Petra, do you think this is easy? Just shut your mouth and keep jerking.â
I immediately regretted my words, but instead of the torrent of abuse I was expecting in response, Petra glared at me for a secondâŠand did exactly what I asked.
âFine,â she muttered, and began toying with my testicles in an attempt to get me hard again.
âDo you have any porn?â I askedâperhaps I shouldnât have pushed my luck, but I was horny and I wanted to get this over with.
To my surprise, Petra nodded, and gestured to her MacBook. I opened it, and she directed me to a hidden folder, full ofâand no, Iâm not making this upâvideos of girls giving head to strangers.
âPetra!â
âDonât say a word,â she hissed, and continued to glare at me, while stroking my rapidly-hardening cock up and down.
Honestly, porn videos have never been a huge turn-on for me, but there was something sexy about my sisterâs secret fetishâit wasnât long at all before I was hard again, and my sisterâs skillful hands (she had definitely done this before) soon brought me to the edge of climax.
âIâm going toâŠâ I said through gritted teeth, my eyes upon the girl on the screen as she pulled the enormous cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face.
âOh, shitâŠâ Petra said, and it suddenly became clear to both of us that despite her preparedness, she hadnât thought about what to do when I actually came. In her panic, she froze up asâin time with the man on the screenâI released my load all over my sisterâs shocked-looking face.
Eleven days of abstinence (I hadnât jerked off the day before we went in, either) had resulted in quite a build-up: Iâve never measured or anything like that, but Iâd guess that my load is the normal, average amount.
This? This looked like a scene from a bukakke film. All I could do was watch as I unloaded string after string of cum onto my poor sisterâs face. It felt like it went on foreverâfinally, after five or six spurts, my cock relaxed and began to wilt almost immediately.
There was a long pause, before Petra shrieked. I silently gestured to her what a bad idea it was, gesturing at the door, trying to express how bad it would look if Mom and Dad came in the door at that momentâbut it must have been our lucky nightâour parents managed to sleep through Petraâs wails of anguish.
I should have done more, I know, but the sleepiness that had evaded me until then suddenly hit, and so I got up, threw my sister the towel hanging on the back of her door, and left the room. I knew Iâd never hear the end of it, I knew thatâbut for now, all I wanted to do was rest.
My exit was inspired by a few thingsâthe fact that I really didnât want to endure my sisterâs angry tirade that night, for oneâŠbut I was also avoiding something even more alarming. I had just cum, so sex should have been the last thing on my mindâŠbut there was something about my sisterâs angry, cum-covered face that I found erotic, and that was a thought that I didnât want to explore any further.
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