Subjects 0 Ch. 01

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STATUS REPORT: Using substances gleaned from both Subjects 0, test animals seem to go into a mating frenzy. The chances of offspring seem to increase, even when the females are not in heat, before applying the chemical.

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"Damnit Mom! Don't you know how to knock?" Adam yelled as he closed the lid to his laptop. He had been jacking off to porn, when his mother had walked in, completely destroying the mood. Oh well, if Adam knew himself like he did, he would be horny again in a couple hours and ready to try again. If only he had a lock on his door. Getting caught in and of itself wasn't so bad. One of the problems was that this was the fourth time this month he had been busted, cock in hand, wanking to some form of porn.

Adam pulled up his pants, and decided to talk to his mom. He caught up to her in the hallway to the front door.

"Honestly, Adam. I don't understand why you can't just wait till everybody goes to bed, or just do it in the shower. I understand that you're a grown teenager, and you have your... NEEDS. But do you have to do it in the middle of the day? Act like the 18 year old that you are, not a thirteen year old."

That was the other problem. He did do it at all those times, and every other chance he had. He couldn't help it. No matter what he did, he was always horny. Jacking off relieved it for a few hours, but the feeling was always there, lurking in the corner. He had had numerous embarrassing situations when he was still in school, having to stand up, and not being able to hide his erection. He had garnered the reputation as a pervert, and all because he couldn't control his libido. That was when he had started jacking off between every other class, and it was the first thing he did when he got home. Usually the house was empty at this time of day. How was he supposed to know that Mom had forgotten something, and would rush home from work to get it?

Not for the first time, did Adam curse the fact that Mom worked so close to home. As the lead biochemist for her company, she set her own hours, and made more than enough to live as they pleased. They weren't wealthy, but they were very comfortable.

His mom opened the front door, and found April, Adam's sister, about to walk in.

"You deal with this!" His mom told April. "I swear I have never known any man to beat off as much as your brother does. Did you know that in the last month, there hasn't been one sock of his that I've cleaned that didn't have cum in it? I don't have time to deal with him, so you take care of it!" And she slammed the door on her way out.

Adam didn't know that she had been checking his socks. He was going to have to figure out somewhere else to shoot his load. The bathroom didn't work to well, because it was hard to explain why he was bringing his laptop in there. It wasn't necessarily that he needed porn, but it DID speed up the process.

"So, Squirt. Busted again?" Adam looked at his older sister sullenly. She had left for college a couple years ago, but still came home on the weekends. The last person he wanted to talk about his libido with was her. Not that they didn't get along. Adam adored his older sister. She was smart, and intelligent, and always willing to help him out with homework, or any other problem he had. She never looked down on him, and often treated him as an equal, other than calling him 'Squirt' (which at the moment, was even more humiliating). The problem was that at only two years older she was gorgeous. Standing at 5'5", her blonde hair came down to her C or D cup breasts. Her breasts always looked big for her petite body.

"Leave me alone," Adam told her, and walked back to his room. He threw himself on the bed, and buried his head under his pillow. Why couldn't he control it better? What few friends he had, had all told him it wasn't normal, and he should see a shrink. Of course the last thing any teenager wanted to do was talk to some stranger about their masturbation problems.

A timid knock came at the door, but Adam just ignored it. "Adam, can I talk to you?" The only time she ever called him 'Adam' was when she was being serious, or wanted something from him.

"I know I should be more careful! Can we just drop it, please?" He hoped she would go away. He didn't want to deal with it right now; especially since he could already feel himself getting hard again. The last thing he needed was for his sister to see that, and REALLY think he was demented.

Adam heard his door open and groaned as April walked in. "Listen, fellow tube-y--" This was another affectation she used with him. They never knew who their father was, and since their mother was a chemist, it was an inside joke that they were test-tube babies, "--I know what you are going through. I deal with it too."

At these words, Adam looked up at his sister, and was glad he was still lying on his stomach. She was bent over next to his bed, and he could make out some of her cleavage down her shirt. "I doubt it," he told her. He had never heard of HER getting caught.

"Would it surprise you that I masturbate three to four times a day?" Adam almost laughed. That was it? Sometimes he lost count of how often he rubbed one out in a day. "And that I want to do it all day long? I learned how to control it, not let it control me."

He looked at his sister, trying to see if she were playing with him, or if she were being serious. If she had learned how to control it that much... "How?"

April's face split into a huge smile, as she plopped herself down in his bed. "I'm glad you asked, Squirt. It's all in how you think." Adam scoffed, but she kept going. "All you have to do is think about what turns you off, and concentrate on it."

"I've tried that," he complained, "it didn't work."

"I doubt you've tried it my way. Here, sit up." She grabbed his shoulders and forced her younger brother to sit up. Adam was embarrassed when she looked at the bulge in his pants, but thankfully she didn't say anything. "The trick is to take a turn-on, and make it a turn-off."

"Uh-huh," Adam didn't believe her for a moment. How did you take something that made you horny, and make it turn you off?

"Bear with me, Tube-y. I know what I'm talking about. Here, I'll prove it. I'll tell you one of my turn-ons, and then tell you how I make it a turn-off." She crossed her legs on his bed, and closed her eyes. Almost immediately he noted a change in her. It wasn't something he could put his finger on, but she somehow became more attractive, more alluring. "I like the way a guy's penis looks. Don't laugh at me! I do! I like how the head gets large as the man gets turned on," as she spoke, April's hands began to lightly travel over her body. Adam could feel his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans, as he watched her.

April shivered, and opened her eyes, and smiled at the look of rapture on her brother's face. "Now that I am sufficiently turned on, I reverse it. I start to think of that penis becoming a tree, and then being cut down, and then shaved down into tiny little toothpicks. I focus on that, until I am under control again." Adam was disappointed to see her hands stop moving across her body, and settle in her lap. Then the realization that it had been his sister that was so seducing him, made him cringe inside. Am I so perverted that I would lust after my own sister? That's just plain wrong!

"Now you try it." April's voice pulled Adam from his dark thoughts, and his face burned red, understanding what she wanted from him.

"I'll try it later," he told her.

"No, I can tell you're already turned on. Just close your eyes, and do like I did." Adam's face turned even darker red at his older sister's words.

Adam closed his eyes, just to humor her, but the image of her hands roaming her body jumped into his head. His mind's eye watched as she drug her fingers up her leg, across her belly, under her breasts, and back again. Then she began to pull up her shirt-- Adam's eyes flew open to stop that image from going further.

"You can stop touching yourself," she told him, and to his horror, he realized his hand was against his crotch, rubbing up and down. "Okay, so what did you think of?"

"B-breasts," Adam stammered, thinking fast. No way was he going to admit to what he'd thought.

"Good. Now take it and turn it around. Maybe imagine those breasts becoming melons, and then smashing those melons with a hammer, or something else. Just change the image into one that is NOT a turn on."

Adam shook his head, but did as he was told. Closing his eyes, the image of April reformed, touching herself, and he tried to change it to one of his advanced chemistry teacher, Mr. Jenkins. Her image fuzzed, then came back again as April. He tried harder, but this time when she returned, she was naked, with only her hands covering her private parts. Again, his eyes opened in a rush, and he pulled his hand away from his crotch.

"Hmm, still no good, huh?" April asked, and Adam noticed a slight flush to her skin.

"How do I know this really works for you?" Adam accused. He was frustrated and upset, but above all else, he was horny as hell, and couldn't relieve himself. "How do I know you are not just playing some trick on me?"

He could see that he had hurt his sister, but damnit, he could apologize later. If he could get her out of his room long enough to rub one out, he would find some way to make it up to her.

"Do you think I am enjoying this? Talking about masturbating with my little brother?" April shot back at him in anger. "What kind of a pervert do you take me for?"

"No! Its not-- I," Adam tried to protest that he didn't think she was a pervert, but his tongue was tied and he couldn't think properly.

"Fine! You want proof?" Before Adam knew what she was doing, April stood up and pulled her pants down, revealing her well trimmed pussy. Adam just gaped, as he looked at her. He had never seen one up close, though he had seen many in his porn videos. He could just make out her inner lips, barely peeking out from her outer ones. A thin light strip of blonde hair topped it off, and Adam could smell her arousal only a few feet away. "You had better never tell mom about this, Tube-y."

Adam's eyes flew back up to his sister's face. Once again he was reminded that this was his sister, not some girl, he was sitting with. His cock ached in his pants, demanding release, and he had to dig his fingers into his arms to stop from touching himself.

April sat back down, and removed her shirt and bra, leaving her only in her pink socks. Her nipples stood proudly on her large chest, pink and hard. This was the first time he had ever seen breasts in person. He had seen many in his porn videos, but real-life was infinitely better. Adam's mouth began to water, and he had to swallow to keep from drooling. What was wrong with him?

"What do you know about a woman's arousal?" She asked him.

Adam had to swallow twice before he could speak. "Only that she gets wet... Down there," he finished, pointing.

"Well, there is a little more to it than that. A woman's nipples will also get hard, and her lower lips--" Adam gasped as his sister reached down and spread her outer labia, giving him a great view of her pussy, "--will sometimes swell, and become more sensitive. Her clit--Oh! -- will also become more sensitive." The "oh!" happened just as she pointed it out, touching it lightly.

As Adam watched, he saw a small amount of fluid start to leak out of her. He had no doubt that she was turned on. He had to hold himself in check, stopping his body's demands that he jump on this naked woman before him. She was his SISTER, damnit, not some woman. He WOULD treat her like a sibling.

"As you have noticed, I am turned on." Adam looked back up at her, and saw that her left hand was cupping her breast, and lightly rubbing her nipple. Her right hand still had her lips spread, but was starting to rub up and down. "Now I will concentrate on turning myself off."

He watched as her hands slowed on her nude body. Her right hand left her crotch, but it took a few more moments before her other hand pulled away from her tit. For a second, Adam thought her one hand was going to go back to her cunt, and he was sure he heard a groan as she forced it away. After about a minute, both her hands were locked at her sides. He could still see fluid leaking from her, but he had to admit that her nipples had gone down, and he could no longer see her inner labia.

"See. Now you try again, and this time concentrate." She drew out the last word, trying to make her point.

Adam knew he was doomed before he began. Closing his eyes, the picture of April naked, sitting before him, her pinks sock pulled up to her calves, one breast in her hand, and her other hand busy with her crotch, blossomed in his mind. "Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Jenkins," he heard himself murmur as he tried to concentrate on changing the image. He knew he was rubbing his crotch, and he didn't care. It felt too good to stop. The image of his sister started to slip one finger inside--"

"Stop!" April shouted, and grabbed his arm, pulling it away from his crotch. Her touch on his arm was like fire, burning his soul, but it was too late, as Adam's body jerked and he finally came in his pants.

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STATUS REPORT: Test animals have begun to show a resistance to the chemical. Higher doses are needed, but thankfully there seem to be no addicting properties to it. The only noted side effect is that all the animals tested seem to be, if you will excuse the crude term, 'horny', even when the chemical is not present. Warrants further study. The last thing we need is to overpopulate the earth.

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April noticed his reaction, and knew what had happened. She felt a bit let down that this hadn't worked for him. She could see in him the same burning desire, the same lust that had shaped her younger years. She didn't want to see her fellow tube-y go through the humiliation she had had to endure.

"It's okay. We will try again later. If you're like me, you'll be ready to go again in a couple hours, and we can try then." April stood, and started getting dressed.

"Why bother? I'm a freak. It doesn't matter how hard I try, I can't change the image." April's heart melted for her younger brother. Only a couple years separated them, but they had grown up as friends, always there for one another. Fully dressed, she sat down next to him, and folded him in her arms. She could actually smell the semen in his pants, and felt that familiar itch between her legs. She had almost lost control as she was demonstrating, but had thankfully mastered herself before there could be any embarrassment.

Adam's head nuzzled into her neck, and now another scent entered her nose. She couldn't identify it, but it was one she knew from time to time. She had to get out of here and quick. She gave Adam a quick peck on the top of his head, and tried to stand, but his arms snaked around her, holding her where she was.

"Don't go, please." The fragility she heard in his voice astounded her. She knew he didn't have many friends, and had had very few girlfriends, though she couldn't understand why. She had to admit to herself that he was rather good looking--for a brother-- and he was tall and well muscled. She could even now feel the muscles in his arms, as he held her close. Strong, powerful muscles...

April jerked away, and stood shakily on her feet. "I have things I need to do, Squirt. Afterwards we can try again." Before he had a chance to say anything, she was out the door, and headed to her room. Despite having moved out for college on the other side of town, their mom had kept her room for her, for when she came home on the weekends. Like her brother's room, she didn't have a lock on her door either, but she had learned to put her chair up under the doorknob.

As quick as she could, she pulled her pants down, and lifted her shirt. Self control was one thing, but she had learned that there were times when the only way to get rid of that itch was to scratch it. Her panties were soaked as they hit the floor, and her nipples ached to be rubbed. She licked two fingers then began swirling them around her nipples. Her other hand dashed for her box, and two fingers dove into her hole. She used her palm to rub against her clit as she fingered herself. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Michael, her last boyfriend, was there with her, shoving his dick inside her. The image worked, as she stifled her moans, and came on her fingers. As her orgasm continued, the image changed to that of her brother, blowing into his pants, and suddenly her own pleasure doubled.

As the last vestiges of her powerful orgasm left her body, she wondered at the image that had entered her mind. She had never considered Adam in a sexual way before, but then they had never done anything sexual like they had a few minutes before either.

Shaking her head to dispel the inappropriate thoughts, she changed her panties, and used a wet wipe to clean up all of her juices. There really were a lot more than usual this time. She came to the conclusion that she was going to have to masturbate before their next session, so there wasn't quite the edge there had been last time.

A timid knock sounded at her door, startling her from her thoughts.

"April? I'm really sorry I couldn't do it. Please don't be mad at me. I promise to try harder next time." How sweet. He'd thought she'd left because she was angry with him.

She made sure her clothes were in order, then went and removed the chair from the door. Adam walked in, looking sheepish and confused.

Something occurred to April. "What if we try it again, now, while you are still recovering from your last one?"

Adam readily agreed, and she could tell that he was happy that she wasn't angry with him.

They sat on her bed this time, and Adam closed his eyes. "Now picture something that turns you on," April told her brother. He gave a nod, and she continued after a few seconds, noting that there wasn't a bulge in his crotch, "Now turn that to something else. Something that doesn't have an effect on you."

Adam slowly opened his eyes after a moment, and smiled. "I did it! I was able to change the thought." Then he turned morose. "But what if I can't do it when I am actually in the mood? What if I can only do it now, because I just... You know."

April thought on that, before answering. "Then you need to keep practicing now. The more you practice, the better you will be when you really need to do it."

For the next little while Adam continued to close his eyes, and practice, while April watched.

"I think I'm ready," he told her, opening his eyes after numerous practices.

"Good. Let's test it though." April turned to her computer, and brought up a porn site. She played a video she thought he might like, and waited. Lemme know when you are getting turned on, and I will turn it off."

Adam sat in the chair, and April sat on her desk, facing him. She wanted to watch her brother, and make sure he was doing it right. The sounds of porn (You know, bad music, and poorly faked moans), filled the bedroom. She glanced down to his crotch, and noted that it still wasn't bulging. "Does this one not do it for you? What are you into, Squirt, and I'll see if I can find something that will turn you on?"

"Normally this would do it," he told her, head drooping.

"Well it's obviously not working this time. Anything else you can think of, or are you miraculously cured of your affliction?" She arched her eyebrow, not believing that her fellow Tube-y had been cured at all.

The porn was having a slight effect on her, however, and she could already feel the itch returning. It was still a ways off from being annoying, but there nonetheless.