Jules Ittridge's Fall From Grace

(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)

In the morning Jules dragged himself from bed. He was exhausted, burned beyond recognition from the Delphia blowjob sessions, his penis a ragged piece of sausage dangling between his legs. His face was ashen, his demeanor listless. Yet Jules was wildly exuberant. For the first time in his life a raging erection failed to waken him from his slumber. He'd been righteously siphoned.

Abby Kittridge, his mother, called him to breakfast and Bible study. Jules washed up, then dressed for the Sunday Kingdom Hall service. The morning's exuberance slowly dissipated before his pangs of Christian conscience. He was sure that, at some point, his newfound mania for poonan would be found out by church authorities. Whereas before the loss of his virginity Jules was an eager participant in the family's religious activities, he now dreaded attending meetings, convicted by the consciousness of sin.

There was little he could do about it now. Delphia's aromatic pussy called him daily with its siren's song. He was going to answer that call come hell or high water. Yesterday's blowjob sessions exposed him to new vistas of sensuality. What had she called it? Bukkake? The vision of his girlfriend's face covered in white, creamy jism aroused him even now. She was a constant source of thrill. Jules had the Sunday meeting scheduled in the morning and field service planned for the entire afternoon.

Jules had to admit that he'd rather be blown.

Jules had an older sister, Nancy, still living at home. He had a younger sister and a younger brother, Jill and James, too. Of these, Jules was closest to Nancy. She looked at him now as they sat for breakfast, sensing something amiss. Jules was giving a weird vibe. He'd been acting strangely lately. Nancy made up her mind to approach him about it.

The family finished breakfast together and headed off to Kingdom Hall. Jules was responsible for passing the microphone about as audience members recited pre-printed answers from the Watchtower magazine. There were no random doctrinal questions accepted from the random members of the congregation; only such questions as posed by the study coordinator were allowed. Such one-way conversations passed as Bible study.

Jules was not paying attention in any case. He gave a perfunctory answer to paragraph ten from the study article. This was the minimum expected from such an up and comer.

After the meeting Jules arranged with the elders (of which his father was one) to go out in field service. Jules did his bit to further the evangelical aims of the church. By the time they returned home it was almost five p.m. Jules headed straight to bed, foregoing dinner. Nancy took this as another sign. Jules always did have a good appetite.

Nancy waited until their parents dressed for bed before approaching him. Several hours later Jules was dead asleep.

"Jules. JULESY!! Wake up. We have to talk."

Jules rolled over. At first he thought it very late. He thought the hand rousting his shoulder was Delphia's. How she'd gotten in without him leaving the back door open didn't occur to him. In any case, Jules was ready to fuck. When he cracked his eyes open he found his older sister sitting alongside his bed. Jules was disappointed.

"Hmmmm? What's up, Nan? I was asleep here."

He rolled over. Nancy could see that he was massively erect. Not unusual for a young man, but such things weren't discussed in the Kittridge household. Nancy looked away discreetly. Only then did Jules notice his boner.

"Oh. Sorry," he said, stuffing his penis down the line of his thigh.

"How do you live with those things?" Nancy laughed.

Jules looked down in embarrassment. He ignored her comment.

"What's up, Nan?"

Nancy got right to the point.

"Jules, you've been acting strangely lately. Something's wrong, I know it. Just spit it out. Whatever it is will remain between you and me."

Jules immediately knew what she was talking about. He also knew enough to withhold the requested information.

"Nan, I'm good. Nothing's wrong."

"Jules, don't lie. I've known you too long. You've been spending a lot of time with Tony next door. I know he's your friend, but he's a worldly boy. He's not one of us. Don't let him get you into trouble."

It was true. Tony and Jules had been close friends since elementary school. The term "worldly" is not a compliment among Jehovah's Witnesses; it is a pejorative. Nancy was close to the source of Jules' issue, but far from its reality. She'd thought it was Tony when, in reality, it was his sister. In her wildest dreams Nancy could not imagine her brother addicted to love. He just wasn't the type. If Jules admitted that Delphia had blown him repeatedly in their garage just yesterday, Nancy would not have believed him. It's just not what Kittridge's did.

"Nan, why do you think something's wrong?"

"It's little things you do, Jules. That answer you gave in Kingdom Hall this morning was straight out of the magazine. You didn't think about it. You just parroted what was written. Your answers have always been more thoughtful. You're not a parrot. You seem distant lately. Detached. I'm gonna ask you again. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. You know that."

Jules considered full confession. His conscience was tormenting him. He knew he could trust Nancy to be discreet. She might harass him into making a full public confession, but this confession would go no further than she.

"Nan, I'm just having some growing pains. I'm struggling with, you know, growing up."

This admission is a euphemism among Jehovah's witnesses as a sexual issue. Jules glanced down at his subsiding boner as confirmation of the insinuation. Nancy suspected this. Jules had recently turned eighteen, fully in the danger zone for sexual immorality. Nancy had been there herself.

Unbeknownst to Jules, Nancy was no virgin. She'd already been down the road Jules was currently traveling, had faltered, and now was standing tall again as a devout Christian. Four years back she'd bedded Tony's cousin Bucky, not just once but on several clandestine occasions, never confessing her sin. Even their parents didn't know. Now she was asking Jules to make just such a confession.

She gazed into his eyes steadily, attempting to gauge the extent of his problem.

Jules was torn. He knew he could trust Nancy. He also knew that she would press him to turn from his wicked ways. Jules wasn't ready to do that. The penis meandering its way down his thigh was doing his thinking for him. Nothing in the world could keep it from its appointed duties at the juncture of Delphia's thighs. NOTHING.

"Nancy, I'm fine. I'm just dealing with guy issues, OK?"

"Are you masturbating?" Nancy pressed.

Even this was a sin among Jehovah's witnesses. Jules felt that he might throw her off the trail with this admission.

"I have," he said.

"Did you tell dad?" she asked.

"No."

"OK, listen." she confided. "When I was your age I masturbated, too. I still do it today, every once in awhile. It's tough waking up with that burn every morning, isn't it?"

Jules was shocked at his sister's admission. Nancy was far and away the most devout young woman he knew. He didn't know that the admission of such a small sin is usually an attempt to garner trust. Nancy was using this admission to get Jules to make the larger confession. She'd heard things about Tony next door, and his sister Delphia, too. She felt that if she made this admission, Jules would feel compelled to reciprocate.

"Did you tell dad?" he asked.

"No. I didn't. I'm telling YOU. And I don't expect you to tell him, either. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Everybody masturbates."

"But you could get into trouble!" Jules expostulated.

"Not if you keep your mouth shut," Nancy retorted.

In Jules' eyes this conversation cast Nancy in an entirely differently light. Formerly he'd viewed her through the standard JW lens, that is, she was on the road to being a Stepford wife and full-time minister of the Gospel--a pioneer. This, according to JW culture, is the highest aim of a JW woman. At the age of twenty she was sifting through the limited men available in the church (there being a 7-to-1 ratio of women to men). If she didn't get married soon there was a strong possibility that she never would.

Now Jules realized that Nancy lived with the same biological imperatives as he. She masturbates! She polishes her pearl!! Jules knew that the step between masturbation and fornication is a small one. He began to envision his sister lying awake in bed, wet and sweaty, imagining her fingers to be a dick. The vision both excited and repulsed him. He wondered if Nancy hadn't already done the deed. Maybe all his siblings were struggling with the strident calls of nature. Maybe his conscience was off base on this one. Maybe his fixation on Delphia's pussy was normal for a man his age. Maybe NOT being fixated was the abnormality.

All these things flashed through Jules' mind in the instant after Nancy's admission of nubile sexuality. Jules sulked. He wasn't ready to give up his position in the congregation just yet.

"I'm alright," he mumbled. "It's just hard sometimes."

Both of them realized the pun. Nancy pushed his shoulder playfully. She didn't believe him, but she knew that her admission would bear fruit in time. She remembered the moral gymnastics she had to jump through in order to conceal her pre-marital dalliances. She rubbed his head.

"OK. When you want to talk about it, I'll be here."

Nancy got up and left Jules' room. He rolled onto his back. His cock was still erect. He pressed it down harmlessly.

"Damn you," he whispered.

Hours later Jules was still struggling to sleep with this same erection. It would wane for a few minutes, but it always returned with a vengeance. Jules was unable to sleep. Millions of teenaged boys the world over suffer this malady daily.

Finally, Jules picked up his cell phone and sent a text. He lay abed for a few more minutes before easing up and out the back door. Delphia met him in the darkened corner behind his garage. Without any preamble she knelt and took his cock into her mouth.

Nancy watched from a hidden vantage point on the back stairs. She'd slept outside Jules' room in the family room. When he'd crept from his bedroom to the utility room exit, Nancy followed him. She saw him stand hidden in the shadows of their backyard, saw another shadow creep up and kneel before him. She correctly guessed it was Delphia though it was too dark to discern the person's features. Nancy watched Jules grip Delphia's head as he humped her mouth lasciviously. She watched her brother cum and stagger. She watched Delphia stand and wipe.

Just as quickly as it began the encounter was over. Nancy slinked back into the house before Jules could see her in the nighted gloom. Jules returned to his bedroom, his bout with sleeplessness a thing of the past.