I got home from school late, after walking Mary LeeAnn home. M.L., as she liked to be called, is a beautiful red-headed girl with a "C" cup bra and a 22 inch waist and 32 inch hips, in other words, a heck of a beautiful girl to be only fifteen years old. I was only fifteen myself (my next birthday was less than two weeks away), and active on the football team, and I was not a bad looking dude, if I say so myself. I got home and figured on FaceTiming M.L. as soon as I could get Bucky out of my hair. My mom was looking for me, as soon as I walked up the walk, she came out and said she was going shopping and would be back in a couple of hours. She'd pick up dinner for us on her way home. I had to babysit Bucky while she was gone, of course.
Bucky is my little brother, his name was short for Buckminster of all things. Of course, my own name was Isaac after Isaac Newton, my father was a science guy at some laboratory or other, I was vague on details, except as I say, his idea of a good name for his sons was a bit hard to take. Buckminster Fuller was an inventor/architect and devised the geodesic dome, the only design of a dome that is self-supporting and cheap/easy to make and so on. But Dad had named my little brother after buckyballs, a globe of carbon atoms that are almost entirely frictionless. So I was Isaac Newton Martin and my little brother was Buckminster Fuller Martin.
"I'm home!" I called out and as an experiment, I took off my letterman jacket and tossed it at the couch. As I expected, the coat paused in mid-air, and took off to the closet beside the front door where it hung itself on a hangar.
"Hi, Bucky!" I said, and about two seconds later, I was struck by my little brother's body, totally naked, hugging my back and turning me instantly into a horsey to gallop around with him.
Only I was having none of that. "Jesus, Bucky, if you're going to teleport, can't you at least bring your clothes with you?"
"Nu-uh." Bucky said. "I can move things and I can teleport, but I can't do both." Which was unfortunately true.
"Well, at least pull your dick out of my back." I said. The little fucker was pitching a boner, you wouldn't think a six-year-old had them, but Bucky is unusual in a lot of ways. I always suspected that my little brother had been some kind of experiment our father had done on him in the womb, as it were, but Dad had denied it, saying instead that something he had been exposed to on the job must have altered some of his genetic material at the time Bucky was conceived.
Pick one or the other, my little brother was a future superhero...if he could figure out how to teleport with his clothes on. Who wants a naked man on your television set, despite whatever life-saving miracle he had been able to accomplish? He could teleport others, but they, too, would arrive naked wherever they appeared. I guess if I was about to plunge to my death after falling off a skyscraper, I might not mind being rescued stark naked.
That reminded me of a power Bucky wasn't using just now, the power of flight. We had been walking down the street and the little brat suddenly giggled and jumped into the air. I grabbed at him, only caught him by his foot, and was lofted squealing and thrashing way over the top of the skyscrapers before his powers tired and he let us down on a city roof. We had to walk down twenty-seven flights of stairs and I cussed him out royally for that little stunt. It hadn't been repeated, but now he was teleporting, naked, around the place. That's...better?
"Play with me." Bucky demanded. I sighed and gave the brat about fifteen minutes of my time, tossing things in the air for him to teleport around and challenging him to do different things with different items. At Dad's behest, Bucky's talents were considerable, but he had to learn how to control them before we revealed him to the general public.
We also did some teleporting things around. We had learned not to do this with any living thing that couldn't survive losing all the non-living elements, Bucky didn't have to shower, he could teleport and all his dirt and dead skin cells would teleport off his body. Like being scrubbed clean. Loose cells only fortunately, or you'd arrive scraped raw all over your body. I dreaded the day he felt confident enough to try to teleport me, he had a weight limit as well on teleporting. But when he teleported, he always arrived both clean as he could be and with a haircut as well, the teleportation would cut off the hairs just above the living part, he was always shorn short.
I saw the couch had some grime on it and told Bucky to teleport it three feet forward. He did so and poof, a couch-shaped layer of grime was suspended in mid-air and fell to the floor. I pushed it back against the wall. "If nothing else, little brother, you can get a job as a housekeeper." I joked.
That got me smacked in the face with a wet washcloth, he must have teleported it from upstairs. It vanished after it slapped me in the mug. "Asshole." I said to him and he giggled.
But he was getting tired, at least with his talent of lifting and teleporting things, his powers were diminishing so I patted him on his bare butt and said, "Okay, Bucky, now go get some clothes on, I got homework to do."
He grinned and scampered off upstairs and I went up to FaceTime M.L. She and I were getting pretty hot and heavy and she'd promised tonight to "show me the goodies" as she put it. Of course, I was going to have to show her mine, too.
I took off my clothes down to a tee-shirt and my pants (and briefs under that, of course) and when she answered, she was wearing just a bra and panties. She saw me and said, "You go first, Ike, I have less on."
I grinned and stood in front of the computer, my chair rolled out of the area, shucked my briefs and gave some poses to her. She in turn took off her bra and I got a woodie from the look of her breasts, she had no droopage going, her knockers were perky and perfect. I drooled appropriately and then stripped off my tee-shirt to show her my bare chest. My briefs were tented out for her to view as well. I have a nice package, an eight-and-a-half inch cock, and it was at full staff.
"I'm recording now." she announced and I flicked on my own to do the same. "We do it together, okay?" she offered me, panting.
"Great." I panted and cupped my basket and waggled it at her.
"Mmm, I can't wait." she said. "On three, okay? One...two...three!"
I stripped my briefs off, staggered, tossed them aside, sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the computer.
Black. She had signed off, probably after capturing all of me on the camera.
"Shit! Double shit! Triple shit!" I griped. You hear about it but never think it's going to happen to you. Now my package was going to be seen by every girl in school before tomorrow's sundown. I was going to have to explain to my parents, too. Damn it!
I rewound my recording and put her back on, slow motion. Damn, M.L. has such great titties, and I wanted to dig into them and go all "wubba-wubba-wubba" on them....
My hardon was still on full blast and my hormones were raging. I gripped my dong and decided to at least get my rocks off while viewing her tits. It's not as big a disaster for a guy than it is a girl to get caught naked, especially with the monster cock I was packing. M.L. was now on my shit list of course, but I could parlay this into other girls....
I had my cock crowing at me and my jacking had gotten to be intense, the loop on the screen was back to black again and I didn't need it, I leaned back and began to seriously whomp on my pud. Shit, I was going to cream and good!
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh, GAH-HUHHHHHH!" I groaned as I sprayed my muscled chest and six-pack abs with my hot slimy goo! It was one marvelous climax, I rocketed enough jizz to float a battleship and finished, lay back on the bed gasping and panting and breathing hard and....
"Wow!" I heard the little voice say beside me.
I looked and there was Bucky, again stark naked (if he had ever put on clothes, that is), standing right beside me. I looked at my door, no, it was still locked, the brat had teleported in to see me and seen everything, and I mean everything!
"That was awesome." he breathed. "You sprayed all over yourself! It that sperm?"
The kid had gotten some sex education, where, I didn't know. "Yeah, it is." I said.
"And you were massabatting?" He asked.
"That's mas-ter-ba-ting, and yes, I was." I said. "It's perfectly normal for someone my age, so forget about it, okay?" I had enough on my plate to explain to Mom and Dad without this!
"I guess." he said.
Well, as long as he was here and being cooperative.... "Want to clean this off of me?" I said. He was a teleporter, he could get every drop of spooge off my body in a second if he....
"Okay." he said and the little rascal stepped closer, bent over and began to lick at my spooge. Got a huge glob of it on his tongue, drew it into his mouth and said, "Ummmm, tastes good!"
"Shit, I didn't mean for you to...."
He was again licking at my chest and stomach, licking off the jizz. I was only fifteen, your gonads rule the roost, as it was, I shut up and let him lick. His tongue was soft and warm and pleasant to my skin to have it touched and licked and moistened by him.
"Ahhh, uhhh, ummm, that's nice." I said to him. "Mmmm, uhhh, there's one over here, make sure you get it." I said, motioning to my left breast, out of his immediate view.
He got the glob and then sucked on my tit, too. Shit, this kid had gotten one hell of an education! "Ooh, ohh, oh, oh, uhhh, okay, enough of that, get the rest of it. My pubes are sticky with it, suck them dry but don't pluck out any hairs."
He agreeably dove into the region and sucked at the small patch of hairs and my limp dick lying among them. As his tongue and lips slid over and around my pud, it began to stir and rise among the ashes of my climax, like a phoenix, reborn anew.
"Mmmm!" Bucky said. "This tastes good, too!"
My common sense came up and I pushed him off of my turgid rod and it sank again into soft compliance. "Enough of this!" I said. "Bucky, something weird just happened here and I can't let it go on. You have to stop this and never do it again."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because, because it's not allowed. You can't touch me like this ever again, you have to promise me, never touch me like this again."
"Aw, but...."
"Promise me!"
"I promise."
"That's better." I said. "Now, go to your room while I get dressed. Mom will be here any minute." I was stretching facts, Mom would take at least another hour, maybe two, it was only four o'clock and Dad wouldn't be home until six, they'd probably arrive about the same time if Mom was picking up dinner as well.
He left the room and I moved to lie fully on my bed, considering this. Sheesh, Bucky was a special kid, with talents we were only beginning to understand, I shouldn't have used the word "weird" even in the way I had used it, Dad had cautioned me that Bucky's talents have to be trained and controlled and until then, give the kid some latitude in how he behaves. We have to understand it before we try to guide it....
I felt a hand on my cock and looked down. Nothing, but it was stirring and rising again, moving. All by itself, I saw the foreskin begin to rise up and down. My cock then felt what had to be a pair of lips sliding over it. Lips, invisible lips! I moved my hand over to my cock and I could touch it myself and nothing was there, but my cock continued to be milked up and down by hungry, lascivious lips!
Only one answer for this! "Bucky! Bucky, you promised!"
He appeared in the room, naked of course, giggled. "I'm not touching you."
And suddenly my whole body was being stroked by what felt like a couple of dozen small, inquisitive hands. Bucky-sized hands.
"You are touching me, you're touching me with your mind! You have to stop, uhhhh!" Oh, jeez, my cock was getting pumped hard and fast now, as fast as I could jack it myself, or even faster, maybe. "Ohhh, ohhh, oh, God!" I moaned.
"I'm not doing it!" Bucky protested, but he watched me with too much glee for me to believe that! Every pleasure sensation in my body and my brain were being ignited at once, I was pathetically lost in my own desire, driven to the edge and beyond, by raw, untempered, unhampered lust!
"Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God!" I groaned as I writhed in the feeling. Bucky was watching and licking his lips, he must be feeling what he was doing to me, as he was feeling pretty good himself, I saw his young dick bobbing up and down himself.
Then I felt to my astonishment that there was something sliding into my ass. No little boy cock, this, it was a man's cock and it was filling me full and driving into me, and my prostate gland got hit by the glans I groaned and exploded, my jizz rocketing up and around wildly as I flailed about, no man's body atop me to hold me in place, I rolled and groaned and got to my hands and knees as I ejaculated everywhere and anywhere, my butt being pounded hard and fast and my grinning little brother there, the source of it all!
I don't know how long I came, but it was longer than those five or six seconds you get from a regular climax, I had squirted every dreg of come in my body and then some, and the pleasure had continued.
Finally, finally, it was done and I lay limp and more than exhausted on the bed. Bucky came over and said, "Wow, Ike, that was amazing!"
"It sure as hell was." I said. "How do you do the things you do?"
He kind of shrugged. "I dunno. It just...I feel like I want something done and it is done. I can move things about, I can move myself or others about, and it just happens 'cause I want it."
"Shit, I got to figure out how to tell Dad about this!" I moaned. "He has got to know! He's got to!"
"Don't tell Daddy, please!" Bucky was scared, I guess I would be, too, in his place. "Come on, Ike, it was fun, wasn't it? You tell him, he won't let me come into your room anymore!" When Bucky had first been teleporting things, Dad had tried him on some mice. They'd arrived mangled or at least dead. It had taken a while for Bucky to learn enough to transport something live and have it arrive live. He'd barely learned to teleport himself only a few weeks ago, and Dad had been too wary of risking it again soon. Maybe later, when Bucky learned more, he had said.
Bucky kept begging me and I kept refusing, saying I had to tell Dad as soon as he got home and then, something suddenly happened.
It's a weird feeling to have when the world suddenly shifts subtly on you. My body was in a different position and I had my hard cock, stiff as aboard, in my hand and my hand had been jacking it. The light in the window was at a different angle, coming in my window, the sun had moved eastward east in the sky, then looked at the clock on my nightstand. 3:45p.m. I gasped, looked at Bucky. "What did you do?"
"I don't know, it just happened!" he protested.
"You moved us backwards in time, Bucky!" I wailed. "How did you do that?"
"I don't know! I don't know!"
I had a boner like I hadn't just come twice, like I'd had when finishing with M.L. on the FaceTime and having her hang up just as I had gotten naked for her. "It's...it's like the last hour never happened." I said. "Shit, I'm horny as hell, too!"
"Yeah?" Bucky said and again I felt the lips on my cock sucking me! "Oh, shit, Bucky, don't do that again! I can't take it!" I groaned.
"I'm not doing it, I'm over here!" Bucky protested. But he was watching me avidly.
The "lips" vanished and I panted huskily. "Oh, oh, shit!" I groaned. "I'm so fucking horny, fuck, fuck!" I grasped my cock and began to pump it again, let the little brat watch, he was going to anyhow!
Another of Bucky's new talents revealed itself, he groaned as he saw me doing that and suddenly he teleported and appeared again in my lap, his little ass already impaled on my cock and he moaned as he felt it. "Ooh, ohhh, ohhh!" he moaned.
"Bucky, shit, you have to get off of me, you have my cock up your ass!"
"I'm not doing it!" Bucky moaned again and he began to bounce up and down. Not his muscles moving, his body moved itself, he was levitating I guess, but he was like a rag doll, his arms and legs moving about and his little butt was milking my rod and I was already at high heat from watching M.L. strip for me, and I groaned and began to fuck him myself. I rolled him onto his back on the bed and I began to ram his tight little butt.
And the power grabbed me and took charge, I was now a puppet in his power's thrall, I hammered my little brother's ass and he gasped and moaned. Bucky groaned like I had, he shivered, his little boy orgasm hit him and he shook and shivered like he was having seizures.
Just as he was done, his body still being rammed by me, I hit my own climax, I groaned and shuddered, the climax hit me like a ton of bricks and I creamed hard into his ass and felt like a whole new world was opening for me....
And the world changed again with new light and feelings and I was too busy squirting jizz right then. Soon enough, I finished squirting into my little brother's ass, and stopped moving, both of us breathing heavy and I looked around.
"Where are we, Ike?" Bucky gasped as I viewed the surroundings.
Now, I've seen images of the jungle and trees and forests of other lands and I can swear that none of the trees I had ever seen looked like these trees. The sky was a paler shade of blue and I saw that there were two smaller suns in the sky instead of our one bigger one, and then some birds flew by and I knew then, knew, that we were no where on Earth. Maybe not even in the same galaxy. Or the same dimension.
"Oh, God, Bucky." I moaned. "What have you done? You've taken us to another planet!"
Bucky, still panting, looked for himself. "I didn't do this!"
"You have to take us back, you have to take us back, now!" I wailed.
"I don't know how!" He exclaimed.
"You had an orgasm and it caused you to teleport us to another world." I said. "We have to fix it!"
"I don't know how!" he protested. "I don't know how!"
"Well, try, can't you?" I demanded. "Try it, now."
"I can't!"
"I want to go home...now!" I yelled.
Just like that, we were back home. I looked at the clock and it was 4:05pm. No time travel, then, just space. "Jesus, that was close." I heaved. "Bucky, you have to learn how to control those powers."
"I didn't do it!" Bucky protested. "I didn't, I didn't do any of it! It was you!"
"Me?" I said. "I can't do that, I don't..." I considered. Bucky had denied the entire invisible hands/mouth/cock episode though he'd been tickled enough to watch it all happen. He'd been surprised when the time had changed, then again when he'd appeared on my cock, impaled to the hilt. He had bounced up and down like a rag doll, getting fucked by me. Then I had changed our positions and it was me being bounced about without choice. And then...the transportation through space just at the moment of my ejaculation, and the feeling of a whole new world? Then, when I wanted to go back home....
Bucky's powers were self-teleportation and moving things with his mind. What had happened to me and Bucky was movement through time and space itself.
That's when it dawned on me. Bucky wasn't the only super-powered member of the family!
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