Backfired pt. 1

I'm not really into family ballbusting, but Caligula's stories are so fantastic that I swore if I ever wrote another story I'd give it this theme. I dedicate this to Caligula's Aunt Theresa, and I look forward to her getting her own story.

Toby Goodwin was what you might call a prankster. Despite having reached his fifteenth birthday, he showed no signs of maturing, and liked nothing better than to wind people up – prank phone calls, whoopee cushions, and the rest of it. This earned him some popularity with the boys at school and probably prevented him from being bullied by them. The girls on the other hand found him an “annoying little tosser” and tended to avoid or ignore him. This didn't bother Toby though, as he didn't seem to have developed any attraction to the opposite sex at all yet. However, he was aware that most of the other boys' hormones were raging and that they could think of little else. He'd seen them rubbing themselves up against the fence while they watched the older girls playing netball in their green, pleated mini skirts and watching gym practice through a crack in the wall of the sports hall. In fact, Toby had become quite unpopular for a while after his mother, who was headmistress and English/PE teacher at his school, had had the crack filled in and all female sports moved inside. He'd even heard his mother say to one of his aunts that the girls didn't do gym anymore, but more “useful” lessons in “day-to-day survival” and “self-assertion”.
Anyway, Toby had eventually regained his popularity, albeit by dubious means. He'd taken clandestine pictures of his sister's breasts while she was asleep on the sofa one night and posted them on the internet for his classmates! He knew that his sister, Ruth, more than any other girl at school could drive the boys crazy. She'd once played a cheerleader in a stupid school assembly and Toby had looked across to see a whole row of barely concealed erections in the boys' trousers as Ruth bounced and kicked, and bounced and kicked. She'd inherited her mother supple, athletic frame, but had grown several inches beyond the latter's 5ft 7. Her sexuality was larger than life, and even some of the male teachers had seemed embarrassed by her dance, shuffling nervously with their hands in their pockets.
While the boys were intially grateful for the pictures, now they wanted more. If Toby could get them photos of Ruth's breasts, surely he could arrange for them to touch or squeeze them, was their view. Toby thought about this – it seemed to him that his sister enjoyed male attention. He'd seen her stopping in front of a group of 5 boys to slowly inch up her opaque black tights with her fingertips from ankle to calf to knee to thigh and clearly relishing their transfixed gaze; he'd seen her reaching extra far into her locker so that boys could get a tantalizing glimpse of her buttocks; and a classmate had once half bragged, half complained that her foot had brushed his thigh when she crossed her legs opposite him in the canteen. Even so, Toby reckoned Ruth just liked the control she had over boys, and doubted whether she would really be willing to let them touch her. Still, he mused, it might be a laugh to lead some of the boys on. It would be good to piss his sister off, as well. In fact, she seemed to be constantly narky at present. She had had numerous rows with her mother, who despaired at her flirtatious nature and the short skirts she wore to school. Charlotte Goodwin, their mother, had been abandoned by her second husband 6 months earlier, which meant there was a lot of pent-up tension in her too.
It didn't take long for Toby to select his victim. Darren Wadely was not only a bully, who would barge into girls and who swaggered around stinking of aftershave like he was 25, but his mother was a pain in the arse too. She was a councillor and often came in to talk about boring stuff like not dropping litter and respecting women. No wonder Darren turned out to be such a macho turd. When Toby had whispered to Darren about having arranged a “private groping”, the latter fell silent for a few seconds before a grin spread across his face that suggested he had suspected all along that he was God's gift to women and that this invitation was just the final confirmation.

Toby led the way up to Ruth's attic bedroom, whispering last instructions to Darren, and ignoring Ruth's order “to stuff off, flabby arse”. Darren was starting to feel slightly less confident, as he reached the top step and the smells of a young woman's room filled his nostrils. He could see a sports skirt thrown onto the back of an armchair, on top of a flowery dress and some jeans. Then he saw Ruth and nearly choked. She was sitting on her sofa reading in her sky blue school blouse, with her opaque nylon-clad legs crossed towards him. The knee of the top leg peeked out through the split in her navy blue skirt. Her toe flexed gently in a way that would have been hypnotic had it not clearly indicated impatience. Her ankle began to knock softly, but repeatedly against the coffee table in front of her. “You've got 10 seconds to get out of here ”, she warned, tightening her top leg by pulling the toes back towards the sofa. The sleek bulge of her calf dominated the room, and seemed almost to dare the onlooker to stroke it. However, the way her foot was still rocking, almost imperceptibly and despite the tightness of her crossed legs, gave the impression of a spring loaded trap that could go off at any moment. Toby knew Ruth's bark was worst than her bite, but wanted to soften her up to convince Darren he really did have a shot at her “melons”, as he called them.
"Come on Roo, we need help with some homework", Toby whined.
"If you don't get out right now .....I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget", she replied indifferently and without looking up from her novel. Darren could just about read the title, it was Wilt on High ... by Tom Sharpe. God, her legs were impossibly smooth, the black nylon just made them smoother, look at the way the mesh is stretched over the knee cap.

"But we're going to fail....and we'll have to repeat ....and you know what that means", Toby went on.

"Everyone will know what a loser you are?", Ruth offered, uncrossing her legs and crossing them away from Darren's gaze. She spent a couple of seconds seemingly arranging her skirt in such a way that her upper thighs would not be exposed, but it seemed to Toby as if she was actually trying to achieve the opposite.

"No, no. Well, maybe they will, but .....it also means that I'll still be at school when you do your A-levels"

"No way!"

"Yeah, so you better help us".

"Oh God, why did I get such a spanner for a brother?", raising her eyes to the ceiling and allowing DArren to take an even cheekier peek at her athletic limbs. Not for long though, as she sprang to her feet, keen to get this over with. "Which subject?"

"Err,..... biology", Toby mumbled.

"Science? But I thought you liked all that geeky shit".

"Well ....this is different, it's not chemistry".

"Biology, though? Biology's easy. Animals, plants, chlorophyll. It's dead easy"

"I suppose so, but we're doing ....errr. ..reproduction....and it's really....errr. interesting, but....it's not very realistic"

"It's about as real as it will ever be for you, you little gimp. You should enjoy it while you can". Toby glimpsed the back cover of the novel on the sofa, it seemed to depict, in cartoon form, an angry woman causing a soldier a great deal of pain. He couldn't see what was happening exactly, but the soldier's eyes were bulging out of his head.

"Well, we were thinking ..... you know that thing you once said", Toby nodded to Darren, eventually at least, as the latter was still spellbound by Ruth's solid, but shapely legs.

"You know...that thing we once" he went on more quietly, drawing her in, so that she turned almost fully towards him.

Darren knew this was his cue and stepped over swiftly and grabbed Ruth's left breast through her blouse and bra. He let out a groan of genuine desire.

Ruth flinched, and knocked his hand away. "I knew it, I knew it". She rearranged her blouse. " I knew you were bloody up to something. Biology lessons! Well, here's a biology lesson, Wadely"

She lifted her skirt to an inch below her pants, and just when DArren thought she would go the final inch, there was a flash, the swish of nylon and the sense of a thundering blow which had raised his whole body. After a second of shock, nausea flowed downwards to his groin and he slumped to his knees, palms helplessly pressed against his genitals. As he struggled to breathe, Ruth's skirt, then blouse, then face came into view. She was beaming. "Those are your testicles, Wadely. And whenever you touch a girl where you just touched me, she will kick them. I mean, any girl will kick a boy who does that, but a slimey shit like you?... She'll want to kick those balls out of their bag".

Darren was whimpering, sniffling. Toby, who had intially been amused, started to feel uncomfortable. "It was just a joke, sis'"

"What? This was your idea? ..... Is that what you're saying?" Her anger slowly gave way to a Cheshire cat smile. "Oh, this is sweet. This is .... so perfect".

"Yeah, it's funny", Toby chuckled nervously, unsure what she meant.