What My Sister Did Was So Weird!

There's about twenty of us who play baseball in the field every afternoon. Our ages range from around eleven to fifteen. We love baseball. We used to divide into two teams, shirts and skins, but since three of us are now girls, we just know who's who on which team. The guys mostly play in just shorts, no shirts, but of course the girls wear shirts. So, I am proud to say they let me pitch some times, and last Wednesday I was pitching. The batter hit the ball low and straight right at me. I put my glove down to catch it, but something went wrong. The ball hit me right in the balls. I've been hit in the balls a time or two in the past, but never like this. For a split second it stung, but then it turned into the worst ache of my life. And, I couldn't breathe. I mean, I really couldn't catch my breath even enough to say "Owwww!" I crumpled up in a little curled-up ball right there on the pitchers mound, and as soon as everyone realized I was hurt, they all gathered around.

Now, I have to tell you, I probably could have gotten up and walked home. But I'm kind of an over-actor, and liked (used to like) the attention when I'm hurt, so I just stayed there, all curled up.

Someone ran to my house four doors away from the park and got my sister. Janelle is seventeen, four years older than me, and because my parents both work, she's the only one home in the afternoons. She is a bit plump in my opinion, but all the guys swarm over her. It's like those microscope videos you see of a human egg, surrounded by a million sperm trying to get in. My sister is the egg. Maybe because she is lively and impulsive, but loving to everyone, a fun person to be around, even if you're her little brother. She came riding over on her bike, long dark hair flapping behind her.

By the time she got there, the pain was subsiding quite a bit, and I knew I'd be alright. But I stayed curled up. She broke through the crowd, bent down and tried to uncurl me. I struggled for a moment, but knew better than to fight her. So, she got me on my back. What she did next was totally shocking. Saying, "Runt, let's see what damage you've done." She just in one smooth movement grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. It kind of hurt where they scraped between my butt and the pitchers mound sand.

Holy smokes! She pulled down my pants in front of my best friends, and an assortment of other kids I knew, including some girls! Oddly, I wasn't entirely freaked out. Or maybe I was. That's a point I'm not clear on as I think back about it. But there's something else, and this kind of worries me: I was rather proud of my sister seeing my stuff. And not too unproud of everyone else seeing me nude. Go figure!

At first, the kids were all silent, but then a whole assortment of noises started to happen, ranging from snickering to laughing, and a whole buzz of commentary. Why wasn't I freaked out of my mind?

I think I made an attempt to pull my shorts up right away, but my sister stopped me. I tried to cover my balls, but she slapped my hands away. I remember my one concern at that point was everyone finding out I have no hair on my crotch yet. I figured I was loosing points for that among my peers.

But it wasn't weird enough yet. My sister then sat down next to me and started ever-so-gently feeling my scrotum. "I don't see anything wrong." she said. She started squeezing my balls, and I screamed (I got my breath back by now). The left nut was quite sore to the touch. She dropped my balls like a hot potato, but then slowly, gently, started feeling around again. "I think the left one is swollen a bit, but it's not broken or anything." Meanwhile, all the kids are looking on like they are seeing the best movie of their lives. Absolutely fascinated, every one of them.

I could feel my penis start to harden. I don't know if it was from her handling my balls - which even though a bit painful, was delicious in some new way I have never experienced before. Or, maybe it was all the attention from Janelle and 20 kids. First, I was hoping no one noticed, and tried to will it to go back down, but it continued to harden up, until it was pointing in the air like a arrow. I was both horrified, and positively excited at the same time. Janelle ignored my erection and fondled my balls for another minute or so. In retrospect, I'm sure she didn't need to inspect them for that long, but I'm certainly glad she did.

At that point Janelle announced, "OK, let's see if everything still works properly." Whaaat? What did she mean by that? A couple of the kids understood clearly. They chimed in, "Yes, you ought to make sure he's in good shape," and similar comments.

With her thumb and one finger, she started stroking the sides of my rock-hard penis. Up and down, up and down. I've never been touched there by anyone, and I have to tell you, it was absolutely amazing. In just a moment, I squirted out a few globs of sperm on her fingers and on my belly.

"Yup, working fine." and with that, she picked up her bike, and rode home.

I quickly stood up and pulled up my shorts, noticing that the pain was almost entirely gone, since I could stand up straight. The kids grouped a bit closer around me, and Bruce shook my hand. Many offered complimentary stuff, like "Great show!" I was now starting to freak out like perhaps I should have from the beginning. Trying to be as casual as possible, I said something like, "I guess I ought to head home now," and walked (trying super-hard not to break into a scardey-cat run) home, ran straight to my room, shut the door, jumped face down on my bed, and cried. All I could imagine was that my life was ruined. Everyone saw me naked and ejaculating. How could I ever live that down? I'd be the talk of the town. But after a minute, the crying turned into laughter.

No one could have been more embarrassed than I was, and yet, I think I handled it fairly well. it's not like I was a freak or anything. After all, I had no control over what happened to me. The erection and all that was involuntary. Surely, they would understand. I stood up, not feeling too badly, really, like everything was still going to be fine, and took off my dusty shorts, planning to hit the shower. But I just had to jerk off again, from the thought of what just happened. So I did. Then I hit the shower, put on a clean T-shirt and shorts, went downstairs, and ate the salad and sandwich my sister made me. She begged me not to tell our parents. I told her, "Hell no! That's the last thing in the world I'd talk to them about!"

It wasn't evening yet, so I decided to go back to the park. The baseball was still going. As I approached, worried that I'd get the life teased out of me, instead, the kids all stopped what they were doing, and congratulated me. They actually seemed to admire me in some new way.

Now, in the past few days, everyone wants to be my friend more than ever. Even people who weren't there want to talk to me. I guess they all heard about it. I don't really understand that. And there are some other things I don't understand. Why did my sister do that? I know she is impulsive, but really! But the main thing that's been bothering me is, why did I like that so much? And, as I think about it, one other thought comes to mind: I'd like something like that to happen again. From what some of the kids are hinting at, especially Sandra, one of the girls who plays ball with us, they want to somehow recreate the scene. Why am I looking forward to that idea so much?