Ashley reached out and grabbed Jessie's nipples and twisted them hard. She was a bit taken aback as she found his nipples to be larger and easier to grab than she had expected them to be.

"OOOWWWWWW!!!!" Jessie screamed at the top of his lungs. He buckled over in pain as he eyes immediately filled with tears. "That freaking hurt!!!" He yelled as he rubbed his aching chest and wiped away the tears as they flowed from his eyes.

"Dang, are you faking it Jessie? I didn't twist them that hard." Ashley wasn't sure what to think of his extreme reaction.

"No I'm not faking it! I told you that my chest has been super sensitive. That really hurt!"

Halloween — Chapter 4

Sissy's leave is canceled and she has to go into combat. Will her secret be discovered?

Sissy and the Army -- Pt 8

Maid Joy

It was every nightmare I had come true. In the middle of everything I loved and enjoyed, it all came crashing down to call me back out into combat.

Swoosh! The ball went through the net.

“Awesome!” Jessie proclaimed as he jumped up in down in almost a cheerleader-like fashion.

The boys finished up with Jason winning by one. He was pumped and raised his hands in victory.

“Good job!” Jessie stated as he gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. Wow! Where did that come from? It was almost second nature for him. In any case, Jason seemed to like it as his face turned red from blushing.

"Why don't you try it on yourself Jessie? If you practice on yourself you will be much better next time I need my nails done," Amanda said amusingly.

"No way mom! Only girls and sissies paint their nails. It would be the end of me if anyone saw me with pink nails," Jessie said firmly.

Amanda thought it was quite funny that Jessie had such low opinions of girls and sissies seeing that he was sitting there is a rather feminine lacy camisole with two small bumps on his chest.

Translation in french with permission of the author (Jeremy Chandler) by anonymous

Chapter 1 - 15

I can pinpoint the day this all started. It was a chilly, Sunday afternoon in early December. A light rain was falling outside and Carol (my wife) and I had built a cozy fire in the fireplace. She was sitting on one of the couch, her legs curled up beneath her reading and sipping a glass of wine and I was sitting at the other watching the Giants begin to give away a 21 point lead to the Eagles.

Carol stood up and stretched, heading toward the kitchen.

"Get me a beer, hon'" I called after her.

"What's the magic word?," she asked with a twinkle.

"I can't do this anymore," Amanda cried on the way home. Jessie, her 13 year old son, was uncontrollable. She had no idea where he went or what time he was coming home.

"How did I mess up so horribly?"

"You didn't mess up dear," Susan countered. "He is just like his father. It is in his genes. I am not going to see another life wasted though. When we get home I need to show you something. It is something I have been thinking a lot about and something I have been doing hours and hours of research on...and I think it is our solution."