Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Use Your Sisters Instead: EP1

Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. Read and enjoy....

Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

Mary had never had this problem with Michael's three sisters. They weren't jamming their hands down their

pants every free minute they got. Mary, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her

John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A

family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man.

Mary found out about Michael's habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and

there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately.

Mary was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Michael was doing was a

terrible sin.

But Michael kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But

once Mary knew the signs - the closed door, the loud music, the mysteriously sticky underwear and the vast

consumption of tissues - she was always able to catch him.

Mary started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Michael's age to have urges, but

that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Mary threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would

lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without

dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.

With nowhere left to turn, Mary went to talk to their family priest. She was embarrassed, of course. Admitting

that she couldn't control her son, keep him on the moral path, made her feel like a failure. But Mary needed

Father Donovan's wisdom more than her pride.

They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far side

of Father Donovan's oversized wooden desk, Mary told him everything.

"I'm sorry Mary," Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family.

Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate

inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think

to put it."

"But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed.

"That's why he needs your help."

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The long drive hgave Mary plenty of tto think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in

something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all

sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it.

And then it cto her. Father Donovan had not said that Michael couldn't masturbate. The act itself was fine -

it was the result, and what Michael did with it, that was the problem. Mary simply needed the appropriate

receptacle for her son's spend. And wouldn't you know it? She had three of them just waiting for her at home.

*

Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to cdown the stairs was her

oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She

was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.

Her middle daughter, Chastity, cdown next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair

that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Chastity was wearing a light blue

sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

Finally Tabitha, the youngest at 18, entered the room. With light brown hair down to the middle of her back, she

was a bit shorter than Chastity and a bit curvier than Hope. Especially in the hips. She was wearing a t-shirt with

scartoon character on it and a pair of ripped up jeans.

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All three were very pretty girls - bright. Hope and Chastity were both top of their classes at college nearby, and

Tabitha was in line for a scholarship to Villanova. And all three of them were single. It wasn't appropriate for such

young women to have boyfriends. But Mary knew each would make an excellent wife sometin the future.

Once everyone was seated, Mary called Michael into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often

clumsy - like a boy trapped in an adult's body. It didn't help that it seemed like he'd outgrown his clothes

overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son's body.

Michael's unruly, curly brown hair bounced as he flopped into his seat. He clearly thought he was in skind of

trouble. Mary smiled - he was going to feel much better once she told him the good news.

"As all of you know, I've been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem."

"Moooom," Michael said, burying his head behind his muscular arms, "Why are you always talking about this? It's

so embarrassing."

"If you could control yourself we wouldn't have to talk about it," Mary said.

"It's OK, Michael," Hope said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings

after their father had died. "It's perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man." As

always, Hope had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child - driven and deliberate.

"| agree," Tabitha said, "I've read a lot about it." She was the smartest in the family, though also the most

innocent. Tabitha spent so much tbehind a screen, she often struggled when she stepped out into the real

world. "Yeah," Chastity said, "Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like,

die." That was Chastity - always teasing. She wasn't mean, but Chastity wasn't exactly kind to her kin, either.

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"Speople clearly think this is funny," Mary said, "But | know better. At first, | thought that you were innocent,

Michael. Naive. Then | believed that you were doing it on purpose. Trying to hurtand the family. But I've

cto understand the truth: you cannot control yourself. And it's my job - the family's job to help you. To keep

your soul safe. That's why I've been talking to Father Donovan."

"Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?" Michael asked.

"Yes God," Mary said, "That's exactly the problem. Father Donovan made it very clear that you will be damned

forever if we don't stop you from spilling your sperm all over the house. And unlike speople, | know that

Father Donovan isn't the type to say things just to jerkaround."

Chastity giggled.

"In fact, Father Donovan has givenan idea for how we can handle Michael's problem, so it doesn't shoot us

all in the face."

Chastity burst out laughing. Her face bright red.

"It's not a joke, Chastity," Mary said, "We're all going to have to work together to make Father Donovan's solution

work."

Well, it had been Mary's solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of

priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went

silent. She had their attention.

"Father Donovan remindedthat the problem isn't Michael's horrible addiction to self-pleasure..."

"Mooooom," Michael groaned.

"... it's what he's doing with the results."

"Look, Mom," Hope said, "We all want to help Michael out, but shouldn't this be a conversation between you and

him? I'm not sure why we need to be involved."

"Because you're the ones that have to help him," Mary said.

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"Oh my Lord no! You can't do that to your brother. That would be terrible!" Mary said, shocked. She felt the whole

room seem to sigh in relief, "Michael needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands."

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"Oh no, honey. Not at all. Michael will do his thing as usual. When he's ready to go, he'll just finish where he's

supposed to. That's all."

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"I'm so confused," Hope said.

"It's easy," Mary said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn't get it, "But if it makes you feel

better, I'll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right."

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The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Mary made

it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would

help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?

As everyone left the room, Mary realized that her son hadn't said anything at all about her plan. He'd just nodded

when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Michael was so ashamed that

it had cto this he couldn't say a word. Or perhaps he was overcwith happiness.

After all, Mary had just saved his soul.